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the-massive-simp · 7 months

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Hey I love your writing! I was wondering if you could do a Diluc as a professor (slight nswf if your comfortable 🫢)

OHHHH I LOVE THISSSS HERE U GO BBY<3 I'm sorry this came out like 10 times more nsfw than i intended hehe I did some headcanons + little scenario since its quicker an easier to write for me :)) if u want a full fic feel free to send another ask!!

warnings: mdni, nsfw under the cut (he's a bit of a pervert, semi public sex, unprotected sex [use protections irl!!], fingering, edging, minor age gap, sub afab reader [no pronouns mentioned, but reader wears a skirt], tiniest bit of degration, praising, uhh i think that's everything)

♡Professor!Diluc♡

PLS THIS PROMPT WITH DILUC IM ON MY KNEES FOR HIM

let's get started

let's say that you had some troubles with the subject(s) he teaches

he noticed you struggling and asked you after class if you wanted him to give you some private lessons, since he didnt want his favourite little student to fail his class

and how can you deny the opportunity to spend more time with your hot professor? you've had a crush on him for ages!

and don't think he didn't notice

he saw how your cheeks would turn red everytime he spoke or looked at you, how your hands would shake when he gave you back your work or how you would always look for him in the alleys

and he looked at you too, when you bended over to pick up something, unknowingly giving him the opportunity to look at your panties covering your plump ass and your sweet pussy

he'd also notice how pretty you would look in your uniform, shirt squeezing your chest and skirt flowing around your thighs

but he promised himself that this encounters will be strictly professional

just a teacher helping a student in need

but when you arrived to the library for the first lesson he feels like he could catch fire right there and then

your skirt was even shorter than the uniform's one and your stockings hugged your thighs so sweetly

he coughed a bit to hide his amusement, and the he started explaining

he struggled to keep his composure when you bended over the table to point at a specific passage of the book you didn't get

your shirt was slightly unbuttoned and he managed to get a peek of your lacy pink bra

he quickly moved his eyes back to the book, hoping you wouldn't notice his red cheeks

after a couple of this lessons, he was about to give up

he didn't manage to get one thing into your head

he decided that maybe he could try one last method

♡

That's how you ended up on his lap, your back pressed against his toned chest, his muscular arms wrapped against your waist. "Now open the book and start reading chapter 6." As he talked, he pressed you down against his lap, your clothed pussy rubbing against his cock. You bit your lower lip and reached for the book, starting to read aloud. You stuttered the first words, but as you kept reading, your voice got more stable. You were so absorbed by the book you didn't notice his hands moving, until one grabbed your nipple, and the other slipped under your skirt to play with your clothed clit. "You didnt even wear a bra today? What a naughty girl. You better commit yourself to actually learn something and make up for it." "Yes sir- ah!" As you answered, he pinched your clit, making your hips jolt. "Don't make such lewd noises here. We're in a private section of the library, but people can still hear your pretty little voice moaning. The only thing I want to hear is you reading. Go on." You blushed and started reading again. As you kept doing so, his hand slid under your panties and started to circle your clit, doing so for all the time it took you to finish the chapter. "Good girl, I think thats enough for today. Put down the book and enjoy your reward." With that, he inserted a finger in your leaking hole, curling it to hit all the best spots. "Keep quiet. Let's see how many times you can cum for your professor, huh?

after that time, your grades actually got better, so he kept using this special method to help you

he would give you one suck on your clit for every answer you got right when eating you out, and one smack on your ass for every wrong one

the first time you got an A, he decided that you deserved a big reward and he fucked you until you were unable to form coherent sentences

but he also got jealous

when he caught guys eyeing you, he would come to you and ask you if you could follow him to talk about your grades, quickly leading you to the closest bathroom or closet to pump you full of his cum

"Why don't you go and tell them who is the only one who can make you feel good?"

"Imagine what they would say I they found you doing such things with your professor, you pretty little slut"

"Can't even wait for our lesson to have my cock stuffing you, huh?"

after cumming, he would pull up your panties and make you go around with his cum inside all the day

if you ask him nicely, he can give you some more after lessons are finished

after all, who is he to deny a request from his pretty little student?

#kai sins<3 #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin x chubby reader #genshin imagines #dom genshin #diluc #diluc ragnvindr x reader #diluc smut #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader smut #genshin diluc #dom diluc

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seiless · 21 days

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This may get a bit dark, but how about some heavy hurt/comfort. I used my irl d&d campaign as my Astarion route Tav (tiefling wild magic sorceress) intending for BG3 to be the next adventure in her storyline after the d&d campaign... then my DM threw some really messed up angst at her, knowing I'm a lover of angst and Astarion. Turns out her mother (a queen & sorceress) had been using her as a pawn to seduce, charm, and eliminate rivals who wished to usurp her throne, then erased the memories and planted false ones.

So maybe dome hurt/comfort of Astarion when Tav finds out what she's actually been through, her life has been a pie, etc etc? If this is too heavy/too specific, pls just delete but the campaign has been being A TIME for me and I need some Astarion affection

(The first prompt is finished, at last! Many more to come! U V U)

You were used. Of course you were. If all your other companions had some sort of difficult or twisted past, why would you be any different?

But it wasn’t that you had one as well that bothered you. What had your stomach in knots and your heart twisting apart was the fact that it had been happening your whole life…and you hadn’t ever once noticed.

That you weren’t just your mother’s daughter; no, far from it. You were your mother’s tool. A weapon for her to wield, to manipulate and coerce others to do what she needed them to do.

Not only did you never have a say in the matter…you didn't even realize it. Not until your memories were forcefully returned by the tadpole and broke whatever insidious curse that kept the truth at bay.

They didn’t come all at once; they started as nightmares, over the course of months. The kind that became more frequent, more vivid.

And then the realization struck; they weren’t nightmares at all. They were memories. Shadowheart helped you come to this realization when you explained what you were suffering through each night.

Astarion had been awre of these dreams that tormented you; sharing a tent did make that easy. But you had insisted he not worry; it was your problem to resolve, and he had enough he had to deal with.

But that didn’t stop him from keeping a close eye on you. So when you strode from Shadowheart’s tent that night and made a beeline for your own, he could tell quite clearly something was wrong.

His gaze flicked to Shadowheart, who had lingered at the entrance and watched as you steppped away. She was worried; that much was obvious.

Astarion pursed his lips, but knew there was little time to wait. With a lift of his chin and a fluff of his tunic, he made his way over to the tent you had disappeared into.

Of course, he could hear the sobs before he’d even reached you. The sound was muffled, pressed into the palm of your hand.

It did make his heart twist. You had done so little to deserve such distress (well, in his unbiased opinion).

His initial thought was to dismiss any heartfelt attempt at comfort, say something lighthearted and teasing to break the heaviness that suffocated the tent.

He thought better of it, and instead reached out to take hold of your hand, gingerly forcing your attention away from the bedroll you had all but pressed yourself tightly into.

You turned your head some, offering a little acknowledgement to the vampire.

But there was little else you could do; not without a whole new waterfall of tears gushing forth.

“What did they say?” He asked gentlyin a soft voice; gentle enough that it might coax you from the whimpering.

You shook your head, averting your gaze back to the dirt in front of you.

“It was all real. The nightmares…t-they were memories. All of it. .I was…I was a tool. A pawn, used by my own…” You choked back a sob, and he could hear your teeth grind as your jaw clenched tightly. My own mother.”

Astarion nodded quietly; he had suspected as much, given the vividness and the sheer amount of detail you were able to recall with each instance.

You bit your lip, squeezing his hand tightly.

“I don’t know what to think…the things I did for her, Astarion, what I thought was right, what would help her….the people I hurt, that I-!’

“I’m quite familiar with it, darling.” Astarion’s tone remained gentle, if only with a hint of a teasing lilt. “If it’s any comfort, at least you didn’t know the things you were doing were inherently wrong.”

You whipped your glare back to him, pulling your hand from his. “That doesn’t make it any better. That makes it worse. I couldn’t even atone for my sins because I thought it was the right thing to do. That I was doing it for her- Gods, I can’t believe…”

There was a deep, unending understanding in his heart. There were few who could understand what you were going through.

“I…I am sorry, my love. I know exactly what you’re going through. To have come from your own mother is unfathomably awful. It is something no one deserves…least of all, you.”

You nodded, pushing the tears away as you worked to sit yourself upright. Your expression was bordering on embarrassed; sheepish. Like you were ashamed to be telling him any of this.

“Thank you, Asta, really. But…but I don’t think it’s anything like what you had to go through. I wouldn’t dare compare the two things.”

“You didn’t. I did. You weren’t given a say in your actions; certainly, you may not have been tormented and brutalized in a whole host of different ways, but-”

“My point exactly,” You frowned, this time moving to take his hand in your own. Your body was hot with sorrow; with anger. “You don’t need to try and-”

“I’m not doing anything other than giving you the same compassion you've shown me. You needn't belittle your experiences simply because it doesn't compare to my own.”

“I-I’m not trying to comp- I just- I’m sorry. I’m a mess.” You shook your head, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I don’t want to be this. I hate that this is what I am. I hate that she made me this way, and I didn’t even know it. And I don’t want to t-talk about it either, because I’m hardly t-the only one with issues like this!”

“But you still need time to process it, as we all did. And you will not be alone in this. Quite the contrary; I’m certain there’s a number of people that are willing to be there for you, aside from myself.”

“That’s…that’s true.” You sniffed, taking in a long, shaking breath in a feeble attempt to calm down. “I’m sorry. You're right, I’m just…I’m not in a good headspace. I do need some t-time to process it.”

“Couldn’t agree more, darling.” Astarion smiled softly, “Would you prefer to be on your own? I’ll gladly fuck off, if you demand it.”

“No.” You shook your head, holding out a trembling hand. “I want you to stay.”

Cool fingertips skated over your palm, and laced with your own as he drew you gently into his chest. Deceptively broad, and reliably strong, you melted into him, unwinding your hands so that you could properly wrap your arms around him and fall into a much needed embrace.

Astarion laid you both down gingerly, prizing your comfort as the floodgatesopened once more.

You don’t know how long you cried, and at certain points, you weren’t entirely sure what your breaths were hitching for.

But when the storm passed, and you finally cried yourself asleep, Astarion was there.

Unwavering in his loyalty, reluctant to let you go for even a moment, his thoughts were filled only with you.

Well, you and a variety of schemes to take revenge on your mother, but you nonetheless.

You were there in the darkest of times, and knew you would remain at his side when he finally found the strength to face his greatest fears.

There could be no doubt that he would do the very same for you. He would never allow such a concern to ever cross your mind.

#astarion #tav #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion x tav #astarion ancunin #astarion bg3 #astarion x reader #hurt and comfort #f!tav #fem tav #woohoo first official story!#requests are open #so please dont hesitate to send more :')

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bloody-bee-tea · 2 months

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IntiMarch 2024 Day 9 - Listen closely

The prompt for this was "Touch me"

Suguru smiles into his book when Satoru walks past the couch and absent-mindedly trails his fingers over Suguru’s shoulders. He’s on the phone, talking to someone and he’s pacing the room. His pacing leads him past Suguru again and again, and every time Satoru reaches out for him to touch him in some way; trailing his fingers over Suguru’s hand, his arm, his shoulder and one time even to pat his head, which made Suguru chuckle and Satoru frown at him.

He still hasn’t noticed what he’s doing and Suguru is not going to tell him.

Satoru gets weirdly self-conscious about these things when they are pointed out to him, even when Suguru reiterates again and again that he doesn’t mind, that he loves it actually, so Suguru bites his tongue.

He enjoys these casual touches way too much to say anything and risk making Satoru stop.

Satoru walks close again, but this time he stops behind the couch, his fingers carding through Suguru’s hair as he listens to something the other person says. Suguru can make out a male voice, but that’s about it and he’s not straining to listen in.

Satoru will tell him who that was or he won’t and Suguru is fine with both.

They have more trust in their relationship than that, so Suguru doesn’t feel the need to pry, even after Satoru hangs up.

What does worry Suguru though is how Satoru stays quiet.

“Everything okay?” he asks after five minutes where Satoru did nothing but play with Suguru’s hair and he knows that something is definitely not right when Satoru jumps as if he has forgotten all about Suguru.

“Everything’s fine,” Satoru still tells him and Suguru makes a face at him to let him know just how unbelievable that sounds. “I have to go out for a while, that okay?” Satoru asks him and Suguru rolls his eyes.

“What am I, your keeper? We have no plans for today, so do whatever you like,” he gives back because it’s not as if they have to be glued to each other all the time.

They both have their own set of friends the other don’t like much, so it’s not unusual for either of them to do anything without the other and the fact that Satoru even has to ask that makes Suguru frown.

“You know you don’t have to ask my permission, right?” he adds on, because something about Satoru has been strange since the phone call.

Satoru is quick to nod his head though he doesn’t seem much happier.

“I just thought–” he trails off. “Never mind.”

“Satoru, if you want to stay, stay,” Suguru says, finally lowering his book completely. “If you want to go, then go. I’ll be here. I intend to finish this book today, so you know where to find me.”

“You don’t even want to know where I’m going?” Satoru asks and Suguru reaches up to untangle Satoru’s fingers from his hair so he can hold his hand.

“Do I have to ask? Do you want to tell me?” Suguru wants to know and Satoru lets out a deep sigh.

“I guess not,” he whispers, but he intertwines their fingers before he leans down to press his cheek to Suguru’s. “You don’t mind that I’m going?”

“I’m starting to think that you might want me to mind,” Suguru sighs out and turns his head to press a kiss to the corner of Satoru’s mouth.

“But you don’t.” There’s no trace of emotion in Satoru’s voice, nothing that lets Suguru know what the right answer to this is, what Satoru wants from him right now and so he simply decides to be honest.

“I don’t,” he agrees and nuzzles Satoru’s cheek.

“Okay,” Satoru gives back and moves away, though not without demanding a real kiss, which Suguru is more than happy to give him. “I’ll be back before dinner.”

“Okay. If not, call me. I don’t want your food to go cold.”

“Fine, fine. You’ve got plans today?”

They just talked about the fact that they both had absolutely no plans until like five minutes ago, but still, Suguru only raises his book in answer.

He does intend to get through it today.

“Alright then, nerd,” Satoru fondly says and tugs on Suguru’s hair playfully. “It’ll be much easier for you to concentrate on that if I’m not here anyway,” he then adds with a crooked smirk and Suguru immediately shakes his head.

“Not true, everything's better when you’re there,” he gives back because it’s the truth and it makes Satoru blush slightly, which is a win in Suguru’s book.

“Shut up,” Satoru half-heartedly mutters but he moves away from Suguru to put on his shoes. “I’ll make dinner, no worries,” he calls back and Suguru looks over to him.

“You’re going to leave, just like that?” he demands to know and stubbornly tilts his head, waiting for a kiss when Satoru only stares at him.

“How demanding,” Satoru chuckles out but he does move back in for that kiss Suguru wants.

“Have fun and be safe,” Suguru says when they part, because he always does when Satoru leaves the house without him even though Satoru only carelessly waves his hand at him.

“Yeah, yeah,” he calls back. “Love you!”

“Love you, too,” Suguru quickly says, but the door closes before the words fully leave his mouth and Suguru sighs.

He’ll have to make sure to tell Satoru again when he comes back, he decides and then busies himself with his book again. The quiet of their apartment is a little bit jarring at first and even though Suguru adjusts to it relatively quickly, he never forgets that Satoru is currently not home.

Suguru always misses him when he’s not there.

~*~*~

Satoru behaved strangely even before he went out, but now that he’s back, something is definitely off.

Suguru had moved his reading to his reading chair eventually, but when Satoru texted him that he’s on his way back–way before dinner–Suguru moved back to the couch, to be in perfect touching proximity for Satoru.

Now Satoru has been home for almost half an hour, and he’s passed the couch and Suguru’s spot on there several times already and not once has he reached out for Suguru.

No trailing fingertips, no hair playing, not even any head pats.

Something is bothering Satoru, Suguru is sure of it.

He gives him one more chance to go back to his usual behaviour before he says something, but when Satoru walks past him yet again without reaching out Suguru puts his book down.

“Satoru,” he calls out and waits for him to turn around to look at him. “What is wrong?”

“Huh?” Satoru mutters, clearly distracted by something but his gaze sharpens when Suguru continues to look at him. “Nothing is wrong.”

“Bullshit,” Suguru gives back, because he knows Satoru better than that. “Something is bothering you. What did I do?”

“Why do you assume it’s something you did?” Satoru wants to know, slowly coming closer to the couch and Suguru waits for him to sit down, but Satoru never does.

“If some random thing is bothering you, you’d still be touchy with me. But it’s been half an hour since you came home and despite a quick kiss you haven’t reached out for me at all, which means that something is wrong with me. Did I upset you?”

It’s an honest question; Satoru sometimes gets so lost in his head, twisting things around that he ends up accusing Suguru for something he never even did and Suguru knows from experience that it’s best to simply ask about it.

Satoru will tell him and then they can figure it out; either Suguru apologises or Satoru realises he was a little bit dumb and way too insecure for Suguru’s liking and then they can go back to their relaxing evening.

“Nothing is wrong,” Satoru says again, probably only to be contrary, and Suguru briefly presses his lips together.

“Fine. Touch me,” he demands, but Satoru stays frozen way too far away from him.

“Huh?”

“If nothing is wrong, then you can touch me. Come on, you like to do it all the time, shouldn’t be hard now, should it?”

It’s a little bit mean Suguru is aware of that, but he can’t help it. It’s not always that easy to get Satoru out of his own head, but this usually does the trick.

Suguru knows that he’s won, too, when Satoru’s fingers twitch and Satoru’s face falls briefly.

“It’s just–my dumb thoughts,” Satoru still tries to shrug him off and immediately Suguru worries.

This must be something serious then, if Satoru doesn’t take the offered chance to talk about it.

“Most of your thoughts are dumb,” Suguru agrees because even when Satoru is not worrying over nothing his thoughts don’t tend to be too mature most of the time and Suguru loves him for it.

To soften his words he stretches himself over the back of the couch, reaching for Satoru’s hand, reaching out for him first.

“Tell me about them anyway.”

Satoru hesitates for a second before he heaves out a sigh and comes around the couch. Suguru readily stretches his legs out on the length of the couch, so Satoru can lay down between them, his head on Suguru’s chest and it’s only when Satoru relaxes that Suguru prods him again.

“What is it, Satoru?” he wants to know, carding his fingers through Satoru’s hair, slipping one hand under his shirt, seeking the warmth of his skin and then he simply waits Satoru out until he’s ready to talk.

Sometimes it takes him a while to gather his thoughts into something coherent and Suguru doesn’t mind giving him that time.

“You’re going to be mad,” Satoru mutters eventually and Suguru bites back a sigh.

“I’m not going to be mad,” he patiently explains to Satoru, “because as long as you talk to me, we can figure it out.”

Satoru falls silent again, though it doesn’t last very long.

“I met with Naoya.”

“Okay,” Suguru simply gives back, though now he can guess where this is going to go.

Naoya is head over heels in love with Satoru and he’s being an absolute douchebag about it, at least to Suguru.

“What did he say?” Suguru still wants to know, because clearly this time Naoya hit a nerve.

“You don’t mind that I meet him?” Satoru wants to know instead of answering Suguru’s question and Suguru cranes his head to press a kiss to the top of Satoru’s head.

“I know he’s in love with you and you know it, too. If you meet with him, I trust that you’re aware enough to not fall for any of his flirting tricks. I can’t say I like the guy, but I know that you’ve known him for a very long time, so why would I mind? I trust you.”

“Or it’s just a convenient excuse for you, because you don’t really care,” Satoru bitterly mutters and now that makes Suguru frown.

“I don’t care? About what?”

“Me. Us. This relationship.”

“Now hold on a minute,” Suguru says and pushes Satoru up so he can look him in the face. “You think I don’t care about you?”

The thought makes his stomach drop out, because how can he have failed so much? How can he have failed to make Satoru understand just how much he loves him?

“Well,” Satoru awkwardly says with a shrug. “I mean–”

Suguru takes a deep breath instead of answering immediately because he’s so mad right now, but at least half of it is directed at himself for failing Satoru in such a way.

“Please explain how you came to that conclusion,” Suguru says, trying to keep his voice even and calm but with the way Satoru’s shoulders almost raise to his ears he knows he’s failing at least somewhat.

“Naoya said it’s obvious,” Satoru mutters out and now that makes Suguru see red, though he still tries to reign it in.

“What did the fucker say?” Suguru bites out and immediately chastises himself even though it makes Satoru smile, if only briefly.

“He said it’s obvious that I care much more about this relationship than you do.”

“And he wants to know that how? It’s not as if he’s living with us and he barely sees us together. I’m curious to know how he came to that conclusion.”

“It’s just–he’s not entirely wrong, I think,” Satoru mumbles though he does reach for Suguru’s hand to soften his words. “I am much more tactile and more vocal about how much I love you, too.”

Suguru already has a thousand things to say to that, but he bites his tongue for now. He can tell that Satoru is not yet done.

“And–he said that you might be in it for the money. I mean, I’m paying for everything, that much is true. It’s not as if you have to worry about rent or anything.”

Suguru takes a deep breath before he speaks.

“Alright, is that it? Or are there any other concerns?” he wants to know and despite everything Satoru flashes him a quick smile.

“He also said that I’m clearly the prettier one, but for that I told him to shut the fuck up.”

“You shouldn’t have,” Suguru immediately says, “because while he spouts a lot of bullshit, he’s definitely right in that regard.”

“Suguru!” Satoru protests but Suguru only rolls his eyes.

“Shut up and get your phone,” he instructs him because the money thing is at least easily disproved.

“What for?” Satoru mutters but does as he was told to do.

“Go into your banking app, check your income. I know you never ever look at it, so do it now.”

Satoru frowns but starts tapping away at his screen and Suguru knows he’s done when his eyes go big.

“You’re sending me money?” he whispers out and Suguru sighs.

“Of course I am. Half of the rent, utilities and groceries. Until we’re married and have a shared account it will stay that way.”

“‘Until we’re married’?” Satoru breathes out and Suguru hates how much disbelief he can detect in his voice. “Not if?”

“Never if,” Suguru decidedly says and leans forward to capture Satoru’s face in his hands. “You’re it for me. Of course I’m going to marry you eventually. That’s not even a question for me.”

Satoru seems honestly shocked by that and Suguru really wonders just where he went wrong to make Satoru doubt them like that.

“Satoru, I love you. I love you so much, you have to know that. And I’m definitely not in it for the money, as you can see,” Suguru says with a nod towards the phone.

“Okay,” Satoru says, as if it’s as easy as that and Suguru knows that he would let it go now, but Suguru goes on. If they let it be at this then these thoughts will rear their ugly heads every once in a while and Suguru is not going to take that chance. Still, comfort over explanation, Suguru thinks.

“Come back here, please,” he quietly says and makes grabby hands at Satoru, who easily lays down on top of Suguru again.

“I’m sorry for being stupid,” Satoru mutters as he goes heavy on top of Satoru again.

“It’s okay to have concerns and to wonder about things,” Suguru tells him as he goes back to carding his fingers through Satoru’s hair. “But I need you to know that I care very much about you and this relationship. We just express it differently.”

“How so?” Satoru wonders, though he doesn’t tense up, stays soft and malleable on Suguru and Suguru loves him so much it sometimes feels as if he’s going to burst apart with it.

He wishes he could let Satoru feel that.

“You are very tactile,” Suguru starts with, “that much is clear. But I don’t think you’re more tactile than me. You just initiate it first, you’re more forward with it. But have I ever pushed you away? Moved out of the way, or otherwise let you feel as if your touch isn’t welcome?”

Satoru thinks about his question for a moment.

“You have a reading chair,” is what Satoru finally says and it’s so out of left field that Suguru frowns.

“Yeah?” He’s not quite sure what Satoru is on about.

“You have a chair completely, wholly dedicated to reading in it and yet you always end up here, on the couch, and then you complain about how much your back hurts and yet you’re back in that spot the next day.”

Well, when Satoru says it like that it almost sounds embarrassing.

“And what conclusion do you draw from that?” Suguru wants to know, though he can tell that Satoru has figured it out already.

“You sit there, because I reach out for you every time I walk past when I go somewhere in the apartment. And it wouldn’t be possible if you sat in the chair.”

“Exactly,” Suguru breathes out and buries his face in Satoru’s hair. “It’s the reason I knew something was wrong, too, because you passed me several times without touching me and I can’t say I like that very much.”

“I never realised,” Satoru mutters, sounding far away and Suguru bets his life on the fact that he’s running through as many of their moments together as he can. It doesn’t worry Suguru, because he knows that Satoru will only see just how much Suguru craves this contact, too.

He gives Satoru another few minutes before he speaks up again.

“I express my love for you just as often as you do, as well. I just don’t always use the same words. I mean ‘I love you’ whenever I tell you to be safe when you leave. I mean ‘I love you’ when I ask you to text me so your dinner won’t get cold. I mean ‘I love you’ when I ask you to rest, when I banter with you, when I egg you on, when I join you in your shenanigans. I might not always use those exact three words, but I always, always mean it.”

“I see,” Satoru breathes out and rubs his face against Suguru’s chest. “I’m sorry for being stupid,” he says again and Suguru sighs.

“You’re not stupid, so don’t apologise. Just know that I love you, that I care about you, us, this relationship just as much as you do. And then prepare to say yes when I’m going to ask you to marry me.”

“You really will?” Satoru asks, turning his head so he’s able to look at Suguru and it takes Suguru’s breath away, how beautiful he is.

“I really, really will. I have the ring already.”

It was supposed to be a surprise but Suguru guesses it can’t hurt to say this now.

“Ask me now, then,” Satoru demands, his eyes sparkling with excitement but Suguru shakes his head.

“Not a chance. I’m going to catch you off guard,” Suguru promises him and Satoru laughs.

“I won’t be able to think about anything else from now on.”

“And I will wait until you finally do and then I’ll hit you with it,” he softly gives back and pushes Satoru’s bangs out of his face.

“Okay, deal,” Satoru agrees and nuzzles into Suguru’s hand. “I can’t wait.”

“I love you,” Suguru says, dropping a kiss to the tip of Satoru’s nose.

He vows to say it more often now, just so that Satoru can be sure that he really means it.

“I love you, too. And I promise I’m not going to listen to Naoya anymore from now on.”

That makes Suguru laugh and Satoru shakes with it.

“Please,” he agrees, because listening to Naoya is such a bad idea in the first place. “And if any other doubts come up, you talk to me instead of keeping it all bottled up.”

“Fair enough,” Satoru hums out and stretches himself to bring their lips together. “Dinner still on?”

“We’re ordering in, there’s no way I’m getting up now to prepare it,” Suguru decides, because he’s perfectly happy and content right where they are and he’s not going to make Satoru get up.

“Sounds good,” Satoru easily gives back and places his head on Suguru’s chest again.

They order dinner late, too caught up in the comfort of being like this with each other and Suguru knows that neither of them mind. And despite everything, Suguru counts this evening as a win because when he drops food into Satoru’s bowl he knows he loves but never gets for himself Satoru mouths ‘I love you, too’ at him.

#bt writes #jjk #satosugu #geto suguru #gojo satoru #established relationship #no curses #insecurities #misunderstandings #fluff #cuddling and snuggling

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stormyjane7 · 4 months

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A Healing Cut

Summary:

A night in the woods for the tiefling party trying to make up what the Loviatar priest had done. This is based on a HC I have with my own tav. That said, I did not write any gender or attributes in here so you can visualize it as your tav/you! Enjoy!

TW: Knifeplay, Cutting, Safewords, Safeword Use

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You had been traveling with your new companions for a bit now. You had gotten close to a few. A certain vampire, however, was the closest to you. The tension between you two was getting thick. So much so it prompted you to inform him of one past trauma and that it would take time for you to be okay with sex with him. His face sank when you said that but brightened again when you said things like kissing and other things were still on the table.

Today would be a breaking point in your tension. As you stood half naked against a wall and let a priest of Loviatar slash wildly at your back with a ritual dagger. Astarion at first seemed enthralled and cheered you on, but you could tell a change in tone at the end. He had a touch of fear in his voice and you didn’t like it. You doubted it was because there was blood dripping down your back.

After the priest was done, you thanked him and grabbed your shirt out of Astarion’s shaking hand. He suddenly grabbed you and ran you out of the room. You were turned and slightly pushed into the wall, his hands roaming softly over every inch of your skin. You hear him get something out of his side pouch.

“Here, drink this so these wounds can heal up.” He also had taken a rag out and took your water skein to wet it. It was honestly amazingly tender how he was taking care of you. You could tell that every movement thus far was frantic. “There you are. All done.”

You slowly turn around and shuffle your shirt back on. You haven’t looked him in the face yet, you’re scared too.

“Thank you,” you say, “I do have to ask, are you okay though?” You finally look up and see his eyes are skirting the edge of crying.

“I’m sorry darling, I just…I had scarring done to my own back ages ago and didn’t want you to suffer as I had.”

“Oh gods Astarion. I’m sorr-'' Your words are cut off by a swift but searing kiss. You both break apart to breathe and lean your foreheads together.

“I can tell you about it later. Let's get the rest of your gear on so we can finish this place and get out of here.”

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Taking out the goblins wasn’t as terrible as you had thought it would be. It certainly didn’t take all day either. What your group didn’t expect was the tieflings at the grove inviting themselves to your camp for an impromptu party after it was all said and done. You had agreed but now wish you hadn’t. You and the rest of the team were exhausted. The party did help with morale even if it was going to keep the team awake.

You mingled around, dodged advances from tieflings and teammates alike, and finally snuck into your own tent to grab an actual good bottle of wine you intended to share with the vampire. You saved talking to him last as you knew you’d never want to mingle with anyone else after. Especially after the fire he lit into you with that kiss earlier.

“There she is. The star of the show. I was wondering when you’d grace me with your presence after you have spoken to everyone else here.” You could tell his pride was hurt and he was letting you know with his tone.

“I knew I’d never want to get away if I came to you first.” You smile and shake the wine bottle at him “plus I had to sneak to get the good stuff out of my tent. Care to share it with me?”

“Oh darling, you are amazing. This so called wine they have is awful.”

You take a seat on the stool he keeps outside his tent. He sits down in front of you and leans an arm on top of your lap.

Comfortable silence fell over both of you as you looked around the camp. Many you could tell would be coupling up tonight. It made you feel wistful as you couldn’t offer that to the vampire, not yet atleast.

“Copper for your thoughts darling?” He gave you a smirk.

“I. Uh. Was a bit sad at everyone getting together tonight. Especially since I am still not ready for that as much as I’m sure it would be enjoyable.”

“You know, we could make our own form of entertainment tonight if you like. It’d be just me and you getting to know each other better. No sex has to be involved.” He was twirling a finger around the top of your leg as he spoke.

“Oh? What ideas are going on in that head of yours?”

He looked up at you with the wickedest grin and said, “ come down to the river side after everyone goes to bed. There is a nice size tree trunk there. We will talk more and decide if it’s something we want to do. If not we can still just get drunk and talk.” He stands up with the bottle of wine you brought, places a kiss to your cheek and walks off into the woods.

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You found the spot just as he instructed. He was sitting on the ground facing the tree trunk he had mentioned. Leaning back on his hands his face was upturned towards the moon basking in it. If you didn’t know his devilish self better you would have thought he was an angel sitting there as ethereal as he looked.

On the tree you noticed he had set a few things out for the two of you. A bottle of wine you had given him earlier, a few health potions, and a smaller dagger than he normally fights with were laid out. This definitely piqued your interest for what was about to happen.

“Ah there you are darling. Come here, sit on my lap won’t you? Face me so we can talk face to face.” He called out. You moved further toward him and lowered yourself down on his lap, blushing a little at the closeness of it all.

“Just what are you playing at Astarion? Hmm?”

“Well darling, I want to give you a better memory than what that damn priest would have left you with. I could see that in parts you enjoyed it. I mean pain and pleasure can go hand and hand. I just thought maybe you could trust me a little to give you a better experience.”

“Are you sure? You did mention earlier about being scarred yourself. I wouldn’t want to ask you to relieve your own horrors for my potential pleasure.”

“My master carved what he called a poem into my back, dragging the dagger deep and hard against my skin. I want to reclaim the idea into something more pleasant.”

You shifted to sit back from him for a little bit. You clearly didn’t want to hurt him, but if he wanted to do this then why stop him. “Apple,” you say softly, “if things get too much for you, or me as well, say the word apple and we’ll stop immediately.”

“Mmm I do like that. It’s not like I won’t get to drink of you tonight from doing this either. This will definitely be a mutual experience.” He said with a wide grin. “May I?” He asks while pointing at your top. Your blush deepens and you nod at him. He starts unbuttoning your blouse with ease. While you were topless earlier in front of your team, this was more intimate for sure. Even if there was no intention of sex, it made you feel a rush at the thought of baring yourself to him.

A hum of approval from Astarion brought you out of your head and thoughts. Your shirt was fully opened now and falling off both shoulders. Your entire body flushed at being naked and him appreciating it.

“Oh you do turn a lovely shade of red darling. So beautiful you are, now that I can get a better look than I did earlier.” He helped finish taking your blouse off of you fully and set it to the side of him.

“Before we get started,” Your words started to falter and he raised your head toward him to finish, “can I kiss you?”

“I would like that. Come here darling.” He took the hand already under your chin and put it on the side of your face, sliding it behind your neck to pull you forward. If you thought the sparks from earlier at the goblin camp were a fire, this was a volcano. Your lips met softly at first and slowly turned into needing more and more of each other. Breathless, you both part and smile at the other.

“Now turn around dear, use the tree trunk to lean forward against.” He said while moving the wine and knife. He took a swig of the wine and offered it to you while you were changing your position. You waved it off mumbling, maybe later.

You sit on your knees then lean forward onto the tree trunk. It’s cold but rough bark bites into your skin. It was a calming relief for the heat across your chest. You took a few big breaths to calm yourself and you could hear Astarion doing the same.

You wince a bit as you can feel the cold steel of the blade and braced for the first cut. You let out another breath as he drug the blade a tiny bit across your shoulder blade. You could feel a small trickle of blood coming from it and then breath close to it as Astarion licked across the new mark. A muffled moan left your lip.

“Oh this will be fun, do you want to continue?” He asked with a somewhat giddy sound in his voice.

“Slowly like you did, yes, please.” You looked back at him to gauge his reaction. “Also, please ask after each one, would you?” He nodded at you before putting the blade a bit away from the first mark and drawing it across about the same length as the first one. As before, it was followed by his tongue lapping up the blood he brought forth.

“We still good kitten? Want another one?” His voice sounded like it was on fire. You nodded back to him to continue.

This went on till the top of your back was littered in little cuts, some still seeping blood.The bottle of wine drained between the two of you. Many words about both of your pasts talked about but seemingly on the surface level. Your affection for this man was growing by the minute and you prayed he felt the same.

“Why don’t we call it a night here darling? We’re out of wine and I don't want to move lower on your back.”

“Mmm,” Your voice came out soft and almost sleepily, “I guess apples it is.”

You hear the potion bottle being uncorked and a kiss pressed against your back before he poured some of the healing liquid over the cuts.

“Here drink the other while I finish cleaning you up back here.” He started rubbing your back with what you assumed was a rag with water. You sighed at the care he was showing you after doing what you did together. It was refreshing compared to past relationships. If he was going to continue being like this, you could see falling in love with this man and allowing him into your world. All of a sudden, you felt yourself being pulled back. Astarion had wrapped his arms around your waist and put his head on your shoulder.

“Thank you for allowing me to do that. Shows me how gentle life could have been.” He placed a kiss on your cheek. “The trust you put in me and my hand is profound, thank you truly.”

You lean back and move to where you can look him in the eye over your shoulder. You absolutely knew then and there by the look in his eyes, you were going to fall so hard.

#astarion #astarion x reader

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cc-horan28 · 2 months

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The Little Things You Do for @wishingforloushair <3

Written for the @1dlibrary Valentine's exchange!

“What’s that supposed to mean, then? I’m romantic, aren’t I?!” His voice went up an octave with indignation and Harry couldn’t help but giggle at the offended look on his face.

Harry sat back up from where he was snuggled up with Louis, careful to not spill any of his wine onto the older man as he leaned forward to peck his cheek. “Sure you are, Lou,” he grinned.

The one where Harry makes a throwaway remark about Louis not being a romantic, and Louis is desperate to prove him wrong.

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Long note incoming:

Oof so this one was... Yeah, I had it all in my head from the start but i questioned all of it so much. It was fun to write but it turned out WAYYY crack-ier than I'd intended so hehe

I added the stalker bit WAYYY before the actual thing happened with H and I thought it was in bad taste for so long but I couldn't figure out a replacement for it :') . (I apologise if you find it in bad taste I really m sorry)

Huge huge huge thanks to Liv for staying crazy with me while I worked over this (also the moodboard ily). Nashie, Coco ily guys ty for everything. Also everyone in the 1DLibrary server, I could not have finished this without y'all sprinting with me. Much love <3

Louis is like Murphy's Law personified idk man lmao <3

So yeah, this one's for Loz

They were both amazing prompts! Much love and I hope you like this <3

“Okay, Haz, babe- That’s the third time you’ve sighed in the last five minutes. Something has to be on your mind. What is it, love?” Louis stopped short, fingers still tangled in Harry’s hair, the other wrapped awkwardly around a crystal glass Harry had insisted on pouring his beer in, finding the can ‘unromantic’. Louis thought the can had arguably been the better option while they cuddled, but, oh well.

Harry met Louis’ eyes, face expressionless for a moment. “I mean… I’ve just been thinking- It’s about to be Valentine’s day, soon…” he trailed off, smiling up cryptically at Louis.

Louis raised an eyebrow, utterly confused. Valentine’s day… What did that have anything to do with what they were talking about. Was he forgetting something? Had he forgotten something? He waited for a few moments, trying not to panic. A few moments later, he tilted his head slightly, motioning for Harry to continue, unable to wait any longer.

“See, it’s exactly this,” Harry blew out his cheeks and sighed again, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’ve been wondering-” he paused, before blurting out the rest of the sentence with the words all meshed together, “It’s almost been a decade and a half and I still haven’t managed to turn you into a romantic,” He watched Louis from the corner of his eye warily.

Louis’ jaw worked up and down for a few moments, trying to make sense of Harry’s rushed words. “ Turn me into a romantic!?” Louis exclaimed, realisation hitting him with the force of a train, “What’s that supposed to mean, then? I’m romantic, aren’t I?!” His voice went up an octave with indignation and Harry couldn’t help but giggle at the offended look on his face.

Harry sat back up from where he was snuggled up with Louis, careful to not spill any of his wine onto the older man as he leaned forward to peck his cheek. “Sure you are, Lou,” he grinned.

“Hey- I’m not a child! Don’t just say it for the sake of it! It’s- I’m-” Louis sputtered, “That’s not going to convince me! Say it like you mean it,”

Harry’s lips curled up with amusement and he pouted exaggeratedly at his husband. “Well, Louis… I mean, what’s the last big romantic gesture you made that you remember?” he asked with a small, crooked smile, tilting his head as he watched Louis gnaw at his lower lip. He felt almost bad for Louis, how seriously he was taking this, but Harry would be lying if he said he didn’t find it all just a bit funny.

“Thought so,” Harry said after a pregnant pause, choking back a laugh at the look of concentration on Louis’ face. “You look like you’re gonna blow a nerve, babe,” he said, reaching out to gently run his thumb along Louis’ jaw, “It’s not that big of a deal- I was just wondering. Don’t stress yourself out,”

“You can’t just say something like that and expect me to forget it!” Louis motioned helplessly, forehead still scrunched up, “You’ve got me all worried now, I- Be honest, have I been a bad husband all this time?”

Harry couldn’t help but giggle at that. “Never, Lou. I love you. So so much. You’re the best husband I could’ve ever asked for. You’re just- It was just an observation, that’s all,”

“Oh no no no. It’s you who’s got to have got it all wrong- I mean- I am romantic, aren’t I?” Louis turned to frown at Harry, folding his legs up and looping his arms around his knees.

“Sure you are, Lou. I said that ages ago, didn’t I?” Harry said with the long-suffering patience of someone who had been dealing with this for a long time.

“Not like you meant it. I- You know what, Haz? I’ll prove it to you. Keep your eyes peeled-”

“Don’t generally need to carefully look for grand gestures,” Harry interrupted with a chuckle, ducking away when Louis made to swat at his arm.

“Just you watch, you’re not going to be that mouthy when I’m through with you,”

Harry bit the inside of his cheek and was just about to say something when Louis rolled his eyes, sighing as he turned further towards him. “ Don’t say it. I know what you’re thinking and just- Don’t,”

“I didn’t say anything!” Harry burst out, palm pressed over his mouth as he tried to stifle his giggles.

“But you were thinking it!” Louis mumbled, fake cross with him as he made to pour out the rest of his beer into the glass “And you say I’m the unromantic one,”

Louis smiled smugly to himself as he cut the call, lifting his phone to check the time until the delivery.

He’d stocked up on roses the previous day, placing them throughout the house one at a time in places where Harry could find them, even putting one in Harry’s car before he left for the studio that morning. The younger man hadn’t mentioned them yet, however.

When Louis had checked later, the flowers were gone, so Harry must have seen them, but his husband was nothing if not unpredictable, so he chose to ignore it for the time being.

He’d called and practically begged Mitch to not let Harry anywhere near his car until it was time. He was doing his best to keep the plan under wraps, not wanting to make it obvious and so, had decided to restrain himself from asking Harry to come home early, barely able to contain his excitement. Later, they’d had a little conversation over text during lunch, and Harry had promised to be back by dinner.

Louis was holding Harry to that.

Glancing at his phone again and scrunching up his face when he noticed only a few minutes had passed, Louis strode to the kitchen, turning on the kettle to make himself a cuppa before peering into the fridge, unsure why he was relieved when he saw the cake was still intact. It wasn’t like anything would happen to it still in the fridge, but he’d been anxious all day. He wanted it all to be perfect for Harry.

Louis perked up as soon as he heard the door swing open, quickly stubbing out his cigarette and throwing his phone off to the side, turning around to grin at Harry. “Evening, love,” he smiled, watching patiently as Harry shucked off his coat, throwing his shoes off to the side before practically falling onto the couch beside Louis, looking tired and frustrated.

“So…” Louis started, watching Harry intently “Did you like the flowers?” he asked expectantly, the other man’s reaction not what he had in mind when he had sent the flowers. He had been expecting more… Well- Anything but this.

“Oh my god, Louis,” Harry said with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose as he turned towards him.

“That’s not the ‘Oh my God’ I was expecting, if I’m being honest,” Louis deadpanned, picking some imaginary lint off his t-shirt, feigning nonchalance while his mind reeled with what could have gone wrong to make Harry react this way.

“I almost called the cops here, Louis- To the house. Mitch had to intervene. He stopped me,” Harry paused, a smile betraying the strict tone he was trying to adopt, “ And I still made them go through hours of footage at the studio to confirm who put the flowers there,”

Louis sputtered incoherently, brow creased in confusion “But Mitch told you, didn’t he?” he asked weakly.

“He did but- I thought I had a stalker, I- I mean- The flowers were everywhere! By the door, yesterday? In the car, this morning? And I- The whole car was covered right now, babe. What was I supposed to think, it’s not like you sent a card saying they were from you,” Harry said, holding back from dissolving into a fit of giggles at how ridiculous the whole situation was now that he looked back at it.

“Who else would know you’re at the studio? How did your mind go straight to fuckin’ ‘stalker’?!” Louis asked, a smile creeping onto his face, “They were just flowers!”

Harry leaned into Louis’ side, full-on belly laughing now as he tried to speak coherently. He nearly called the cops on Louis, for sending him flowers. When he was the one who asked him to be romantic. It was all a bit crazy, he couldn’t lie.

“I’m- Sorry. But I mean- You could’ve added a note,” He managed to choke out, grinning up at Louis, having somehow ended up with his head in his lap.

“I just wanted it to be a surprise! So much for being fuckin’ romantic,” Louis sighed dramatically.

Harry decided to skip replying, choosing to pull Louis down for a kiss by the neck of his t-shirt.

“No incidents this time,” Louis promised a few hours later, giving Harry a sheepish smile as he drew his chair for him. He’d planned on making his date night usual chicken-parma ham but then decided not to take any chances. He’d ended up ordering in and impulsively getting a cake as well.

He sat down across from Harry, taking in the sight of his face bathed in the flickering light of the candle and reflecting back to when they’d had their first proper date. It had been something similar, dinner he’d made, with just the two of them giggling over nothing the whole time, giddy at the novelty of it all.

“ ‘M never gonna get used to this,” he said, voice slightly thick with emotion, “All of this. You’re so pretty, my love. You look fuckin’ gorgeous in this lighting,” he smiled shily, “I don’t know how I was lucky enough to end up here. I’ve said that for years, I know, but I just- I look at you, at us- And we’ve come so far. It’s- I just love you so much,”

“The season’s getting to somebody,” Harry joked weakly, sniffling in what he hoped was an inconspicuous manner. “We’ve barely started and you’ve already made me all emotional,” he said, the look on his face despite his playful tone telling Louis all he needed to know. “I love you too, my soppy fool,”

Louis stood up, rubbing his hands together like a little kid just about to be let loose on Christmas morning. He tried not to overthink it, this was his chance to make it up for the roses. Harry had to love the cake.

“Don’t look back,” he reminded, keeping the nervousness out of his voice. He had made Harry sit on a barstool with his face away from the refrigerator, once he’d gotten the plates cleared away. He was standing in front of the fridge himself and tried not to bounce too much as he carefully got the cake out, biting his lip in concentration as he crossed over to the kitchen island.

“Don’t peek,” he repeated, bending over Harry’s shoulder to place the cake in front of him. He smiled to himself as he stuck the little heart-shaped candles in, getting them centred on his first go. He went through the drawers, looking for a lighter, swearing under his breath each time he shut a drawer he didn’t find it in.

“Try by the couch?” Harry suggested, “And I didn’t look, Lou, before you ask. I mean- It’s pretty obvious,” he added, turning towards what he thought was Louis’ general vicinity to show him his still-scrunched-close eyes.

Louis, however, was in the living room by then, groaning as he snatched up the lighter innocuously lying on the centre table.

“What would I do without you?” He asked dramatically as he walked back into the kitchen, lighting up the two heart-shaped candles. “Even with your eyes closed you’re more competent than I am,” he mumbled, stepping back to survey the setup.

The pink of the candles almost clashed with the colours of the cake, but Louis had a feeling Harry wouldn’t mind. His husband was a sucker for anything blue and green.

“What are we blowing out candles for?” Harry asked from behind him and Louis jumped slightly.

“Well, I dunno-” Louis said, cracking his knuckles anxiously, “I just thought-” He trailed off. Maybe this was a stupid idea, he thought with a sting of doubt passing through him. Who blew out candles when it wasn’t their birthday? And even if it was one of their birt-

“Oh, I’m not complaining!” Harry exclaimed, “I was just curious, is all. Can I open my eyes now, Lou?” he added, sounding apologetic.

Louis hummed, perching on the stool beside his, watching Harry’s expression as he took in the blue and green house shaped cake. It was simple, but in the dim lighting and with the candles on, it looked rather good. Plus, it was the sentiment that mattered. Despite all the teasings, they both knew Harry was the soppy one.

“Two hearts in one home…” Louis trailed off, motioning vaguely to the cake, “Since we’re going for big romantic declarations- Nothing more apt,”

“Wait- There’s sparklers as well,” Louis mumbled, fumbling with the lighter again as he lit them up,

“Happy Almost-Valentine’s Day, Harry,” he said, leaning in for a kiss.

“We’re definitely making this a thing,” Harry smiled when he pulled back, “Happy Almost-Valentine’s, Lou,”

The sparklers had died down and Louis pulled them off, crossing over to throw them into the bin. When he came back he was met with Harry sitting in front of the candle, palm slapped over his mouth.

Louis stood there, staring at the cake and back at Harry, a sinking feeling of realisation heavy in the pit of his stomach.

“No incidents, you were saying,” Harry grinned, nodding towards the cake, “Watch,”

He gave Louis a significant look before pursing his lips, blowing hard on the candles. Louis was strongly aware of the blush creeping up his neck as he watched the candle go out, only to come back to life a second later.

“One more time,” Harry giggled, blowing out the candles and snorting out a laugh when they jumped back to life.

“This wasn’t the plan,” Louis groaned, slumping onto the stool beside Harry.

“I don’t mind, they’re fun,” Harry chuckled, blowing out the candles again. Louis couldn’t help but smile at the look on his face. Maybe this incident wasn’t all that bad.

Harry opened the door, shucking his coat off and hanging it on the hooks over the table, dropping his keys into the little bowl. He then stopped short in his tracks, staring dumbfoundedly. There were petals. Forming a path. Leading up the curving glass staircase. Presumably to the bedroom.

He scoffed lightly in surprise. It was all a bit over the top, even by his standards. Perhaps he had truly made a romantic out of Louis. If just asking him was all it took…

Barely aware of it, he followed the trail, stepping lightly on the petals, smiling when he felt them give a little beneath his feet. He could imagine Louis laying the petals down, crouching with his tongue caught between his teeth. He smiled to himself at the image, turning to glance back down the stairs to take in how it all looked.

He pushed the bedroom door open, the generally silent snick of it connecting with the magnet on the wall echoing across the closed space. “Lou?” he called out, lingering awkwardly in the doorway as he stared around the room. The floor here was covered with an even thicker layer of petals, and in the back of his mind, he wondered how they would clean them up.

There were also several candles dotted around the room, most of them unlit, but the low scent of something spicy was undeniably present in the room. He had the feeling he was a bit early, and- Well, he had thought Louis would appreciate it, he never stopped moaning about how long Harry spent in the studio, but- From the sight of the room, it seemed like Louis would’ve appreciated a bit more time.

He considered returning to the living room, wasting a bit of time, and pretending he hadn’t seen any of this. Maybe Louis wouldn’t have heard the main door open. Maybe he could act like he’d just gotten home. Maybe-

“Haz!” Louis exclaimed, stepping out of the en suite with a towel clasped between his hands. He threw it carelessly off to the side and crossed over the room to where Harry was standing, and Harry flinched a little, detachedly thinking about who would pick up the towel.

He shook himself mentally, realising Louis was saying something. He hadn’t registered a single word. Hopefully, Louis wouldn’t notice. “ -And I mean, you weren’t supposed to be home early- I’m not- Don’t take this the long way, I love that we can get a head start, but I would’ve liked to have at least gotten all the candles lit,” he rambled, chuckling lightly before placing his hands on Harry’s hips and stepping closer.

Harry bit his lip sheepishly, giving him a small shrug. “It really just isn’t meant to be,” he teased, “Every time you try to pull an extravagant gesture, someth-”

“Oi! Watch it, then. Don’t get all cheeky on me,” Louis reprimanded, smiling despite himself.

“Just stating the facts,” Harry grinned, leaning down for a kiss.

“I love you so much,” Louis sighed dramatically when Harry pulled away, getting on his toes to peck him, “But now that you’ve seen the surprise already, help me with the candles, yeah?”

“Yeah, I… could…” Harry cocked his head to the side, smiling smugly “Or… we skip the candles,” he teased, cupping Louis’ jaw and running his thumb over his cheekbone, “And we get to whatever it was you had planned in the bathroom?”

A flush crept up Louis’ neck from the sudden change in Harry’s demeanour. It wasn’t like Harry to take the reins, and Louis liked to pretend he would rather be the one in charge, but they both knew he loved it when Harry got like this. “Oh- I wasn’t- It… Um, later?” Louis squeaked.

“Yeah, the candles can wait for later-” Harry smirked, dipping his head down to peck Louis’ lips, then moving to press kisses along the line of his jaw. He placed his hands on Louis’ waist, barely aware when Louis took a step towards him, guiding him to the ensuite door.

Harry instinctually took a few steps back, letting himself be guided by Louis. He barely registered something nudging the back of his calves, and then heard a dull thunk. He broke off, swearing under his breath, and whipped around.

It was one of the candles. Oh-

“Fuck,” Louis hissed, grabbing the candle and blowing it out, setting it upright before looking around wildly for something to clean up the wax with. “Haz, where’s that fuckin’ towel I- Fuckin’ hell,”

Harry didn’t even stop to think, throwing the towel over to Louis and standing awkwardly over his shoulder as he mopped up the spilt wax. It wasn’t until later that he realised the better option would have been to let the wax harden and scrape it out.

At the time, all he was focused on was the small black singed circle on the carpet. Right in front of the window.

“Oops?” Harry bit his lip as Louis turned to face him, grimacing apologetically, “It’s um- The carpet is… yeah. And the candles, I mean- I’ll light them again, later?”

“Forget the candles, the cinnamon was getting on my nerves anyway. Too fuckin’ strong,” Louis smiled back, and Harry was internally grateful for the offhand way he was taking this. He knew Louis must’ve wanted it all to be perfect, and he nearly would have gotten it right this time, if not for Harry’s clumsiness.

“I love you, Lou. Thanks for doing all this,” Harry said in a small voice, feeling warm and fuzzy as he watched Louis go around the room and blow out the candles one by one.

“No need to thank me, Harry. Y’know that, babe,” Louis smiled, eyes crinkling up as he leaned against the table, crossing his arms and gazing fondly at the younger man. “I won’t lie… All of this- All that I did” he motioned vaguely, “Could’ve gone better, but- That would’ve been boring, at best. I mean- At least we’ll make more memories this way. No fuckin’ way to forget your husband almost calling the cops on you because you sent him flowers,” he giggled.

“You’re never gonna let me live that down, are you?” Harry sighed.

Louis just shook his head in response, cracking into a wide smile and holding out his hand towards Harry. “Last surprise,” he motioned towards the slightly open bathroom door and Harry grinned back, intertwining their fingers together.

The scene that greeted them when Louis cracked open the door was not the one Harry had been expecting.

Suds. Suds everywhere.

Harry watched expressions flick over Louis’ face, his own jaw hanging open. Surprise. Bewilderment. Confusion.

Harry understood the flood of emotions Louis must have been feeling. It really was a lot of bubbles. The bathtub in the corner was nowhere to be seen, completely engulfed under a mountain of suds. Harry bet it would’ve at least come up to his knees if he waded all the way to the bathtub.

He could actually see when the realisation of how this all happened hit Louis. He watched his expression change as it dawned on him.Harry bit the inside of his cheek, suppressing his giggles at the look on his face.

“Best Valentine’s Day ever,” Harry said seriously. Louis rolled his eyes at him, looking entirely unimpressed.

“No I- For real, How did you even manage this?” he asked incredulously.

“A bit too much bubble bath?” Louis offered, still staring incredulously around the bathroom.

“A bit more than just ‘a bit’, I’d say,” Harry chuckled.

“Stop it,” Louis giggled, shooting Harry a fake-offended look, “Or there’ll be no bath for you,”

“What? You’re going to actually bathe in that ?” Harry raised an eyebrow coolly.

“Well since all the bubbles are already there , I figured- Might as well use them, yeah?” Louis grinned, stripping off his clothes as he walked into the foam, wiggling his eyebrows at Harry.

Harry shook his head and tugged his own shirt off, discarding it off to the side carelessly. He laughed out loud when Louis stepped into the bathtub, disappearing under the bubbles, apart from his head.

Louis really was such an idiot. But he was his idiot.

“I’m not an idiot,” Louis exclaimed, sounding offended. Harry realised he said the last part out loud. Well, oops.

“I love you, Lou,” Harry giggled, getting in the tub with Louis, reaching for his shoulder when he slightly lost his balance. Maybe it hadn’t all gone according to plan, but Harry wouldn’t have had it any other way. Louis was always there for him. There was nothing more he could ask for.

All that mattered was Louis. And all the little things he did.

#larry stylinson #louis tomlinson #harry styles #one direction #larry #larry stylinson fanfiction #larry fanfic #larry fanfiction #hlcreators #hltracks #hlficlibrary #trackinghome #1d #larry fluff #valentine's day

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WANDERER

“this is a stupid excuse”

fluff

ANEMO MASTERLIST | DRABBLE MASTERLIST

Drabble prompt: page 1: #22 = “this is a stupid excuse.”

Warnings? Wanderer being himself at the end... sort of.

Contains a mention of Layla, Nahida, and Wanderer of course!

409 words.

finally, get out of my drafts!

note: I haven’t been well lately, but I tried my best for this

Late.

You were late.

Again.

You hated being late, despite your tight schedule and desperate need to be on time, sometimes you couldn’t make it how you wanted, just like today.

And you overslept. But judging by the amount of sleep you’ve had as of late does not help.

You were a Rtawahist Darshan student, just like your friend and classmate; Layla. The both of you had a habit of overworking yourselves to the point where you could fall asleep on the spot. The only thing that’s different between you both is that you can sleep, whereas she cannot.

However today, you were supposed to be meeting with a certain someone at the Akademiya for tutoring. But despite meeting him a few times, you've gathered that he did not want this, but his parent guardian insisted that this happened. And even if that someone ignored you a lot of the time, you kept up your morale and refused to let him break down your self-esteem.

Encompassing subjects such as astrology and astronomy, the Rtawahist school believes that studying the stars will lead to the truth and that the stars write people's destinies. In Sumeru, only academics are allowed to study astrology, although other methods of fortune-telling are allowed.

This Someone being Wanderer. And he did not want to study things such as the stars, as he said years ago, or so he thinks, "the sky is a lie."

Or he read it somewhere, he can't remember.

Anyway.

You were currently sat opposite each other in a quiet corner of the House of Daena, some piles of books obstructing the view from other students.

He was currently trying to do a mini-quiz you made, in which you made him study. Peaking over the book you were reading, you saw him actually concentrating, which was a first, most times he just guessed it or didn't try at all.

Upon finishing the quiz earlier than expected, he appeared pretty confident. Slamming the quiz sheet down in front of you a little louder than intended, which most definitely got your attention, you started to mark it...

It was full marks until the last one, which was the one with the most marks up for grabs. He started off good... and then seemed to misread something in the question which made it go the wrong way.

Upon confrontation, he didn't like it, well more likely refused to believe it.

"this is a stupid excuse."

#gender neutral reader #genshin drabbles #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x you #genshin impact wanderer #wanderer x reader #wanderer fluff

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loveephia · 1 year

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Hi there! < 3 I just saw your fluff prompts and got so excited! May I request Hinata with the "Don't be silly. I want to stay up with you." prompt? I loved your Atsumu piece you wrote!

TI'LL THE SUN RISES | shōyō hinata

prompt: "don't be silly, i want to stay up with you."

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, my poor humor, reader needs to study for an upcoming exam, based off of an actual topic i had in school, hinata thinks reader is the prettiest thing in the world, yachi cameo.

⚠ warning/s: none.

note: MAY I JUST SAY??? BRAZIL HINATA?!?!?! such a FINE YOUNG MAN HE IS RAAGHHHGAHH i /also/ got this request when i was asleep, so PLSPLSPLS don't think i hate you, aNON. thank you for your request and your kind words about my atsumu piece!!! enjoy reading!!!!! :D

your notes were scattered around the desk as you rested your chin on your palm. you were going over your science textbook peacefully under the dim light of your lamp.

peacefully? what a word.

that's just not a thing if shōyō hinata is around, though.

you can feel his eyes practically boring holes into you. it was distracting you, even though it wasn't that huge of an action. every time you finished reading a sentence, you had to re-read it for it to stick.

""clothes in a dryer "rub" electrons off of the metal surface and off of other clothes as they tumble around.." wait, electrons do what now?" you mentally read to yourself, your eyes dragging itself over that very same sentence repetitively.

"when are you gonna take a break, y/nnn?" hinata whined, flopping his head down on your bed's pillow miserably. "i miss you.." he said, sounding muffled against the soft material. although he interrupted your train of thought, you couldn't help but smile at his antics. "i'll take one right now." you said, walking over to lie beside him.

hinata showed that joyful grin of his, "really?!"

you hummed one of affirmation, "mhm."

feeling ecstatic, he pulls you close and snuggles in the crook of your neck. the action leaves you red and, albeit, quite embarrassed. "s- shō—?!"

"i missed you so, so, much! you've been so busy studying for the upcoming exams that i didn't want to bother you!" he ranted. you pouted just a tiny bit. "you're so thoughtful, shō.."

hinata looked up at you a little dumbfounded.

"thoughtful; absorbed in or involving thought. but it could also mean showing consideration for the needs of other people!" a voice, that suspiciously sounded a lot like yachi, said at the very back of hinata's head.

"o- oh!" hinata finally understood. "you really think so?" he bashfully asked. you nodded, running your fingers through his fluffy ginger hair.

"it's already pretty late, and you're still waiting for me to finish studying so we can finally sleep together. i feel really selfish right now.." you admitted, looking out your bedroom window to see nothing but the starry sky. "don't be silly, y/n, i want to stay up with you! even ti'll the sun rises!" hinata responds.

you look back at him to see the starriness in his eyes. how did you end up with someone as patient as him?

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!!#hq x reader #hq x y/n #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x y/n #hq hcs #tooth rotting fluff #hq #hinata shouyou #hinata x you #hinata x reader #hinata x y/n #hinata shoyo

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hands in your hair | jake 'hangman' seresin x oc

Rating: T+ Warnings: Alcohol, kissing Prompt: Running fingers through hair Requested: Yes, by @natrace Word count: ~1.4k (i blacked out) Summary: Jake doesn't mean to touch Jas' hair.

A/N: Thank you so much to Lyra, who requested this drabble, which turned out much longer than I intended. She's having a pretty shit day with people impersonating her because of her connection to me, so I thought finally posting this might cheer her up. This does not fall into the overall canon of the Turning Tables universe. Enjoy!

Likes are nice, but comments (and reblogs, esp. with tags) are golden!

They were sitting in a booth at the Hard Deck. Jas was arguing animatedly with Phoenix and Payback about something Jake wasn't even remotely interested in.

He watched Jas as she moved her hands, incensed that neither of her sparring partners was on her side. Her lips pursed as she listened to Phoenix, her nose scrunched in concentration, and her light brown hair fell over her shoulders and down her back in loose waves.

He liked her like this the most. Relaxed and free, out of that heinous uniform that made very few people look good. Actually, he liked her best when she was falling apart under him, but this image wasn't far behind.

He wanted to tell her, but Jas would tell him to fuck off. It felt like a miracle that she was even sitting next to him.

"That's just stupid," Jas huffed, clearly horrified at whatever Payback had just said.

Jake's arm was slung across the back of the booth, his eyes trained on her side profile. He wanted to touch her, feel her skin under his fingertips, and hear her sigh his name like she did when they were alone and tangled up in each other. When she called him Jake instead of Seresin.

"Whatever," Payback said, shaking his head in surrender. He got up and headed to the bar to get another beer. Phoenix followed him out of the booth and joined the rest of the squad at the pool table.

Jas turned her head to him with an incredulous look. "What do you think you're doing?"

The bottle he was raising to his lips halted halfway in the air, his brows knitting together. "I'm not doing anything."

Jas narrowed her eyes at him. She then looked over her shoulder at his hand resting on the back of the booth. "You're touching my hair."

Jake opened his mouth to protest, but no words came out as he caught a glimpse of his hand very clearly in Jas' hair.

He hadn't realized he was doing it.

He removed his hand and pulled it to himself, letting it fall back at his side. "Sorry," he muttered and took a sip of his beer. He wasn't, though, not really.

Jas held his gaze. She looked disappointed, but he had to be imagining it. There's no way he wasn't. Jas had made it very clear that what happened in her office was a one-time thing, which meant that intimate gestures like playing with her hair, intentional or not, were off-limits.

"It's okay," she finally said and turned her head back to the rest of the squad, who appeared to be discussing teams for another round of pool.

There was something in her tone Jake couldn't quite place.

She finished off her beer and moved to stand. "I need some air."

He watched her leave. She crossed the expanse of the bar at a rapid pace, ignoring Rooster when he asked her to join him for a round of darts. Jas flung the door to the deck open, and Jake watched her shoulders slump through the window the moment she was outside.

Jake caught Phoenix's eye as they flickered from the door Jas had disappeared out of to Jake, who still sat in the booth nursing a beer. She walked back towards him, ignoring Coyote's question of where she was going.

She stopped in front of the booth. "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything." He hadn't, and Jas said it was okay.

Phoenix didn't look convinced. "You must've done something to make her storm out of here."

Jake shrugged. "She said she needed some air."

Phoenix offered him a skeptical look, but she didn't say anything. She just went back to the pool table to continue the game, flipping Coyote off when he made a remark she didn't appreciate.

Jake replayed the conversation with Jas in his head. The only thing he'd really done was touch her hair without asking first, but it was an absentminded gesture, and Jas hadn't been mad at him, had she? She didn't seem angry, and he'd never known her to hold back.

He had to talk to her and clear the air if she was upset, so he downed the rest of his beer in one go. He got out of the booth, strolled across the bar, and out to the deck. The door clicked shut behind him, and the noise from the bar faded to the background.

He stood there for a second, enjoying the cool ocean breeze, before looking around for Jas. He found her leaning against the outer wall of the bar, looking up at the night sky. Her figure was illuminated by a porch light holding on for dear life.

It occurred to Jake, not for the first time, that she was one of the most beautiful people he'd ever seen. He could look at her forever and never get tired of it.

"You okay?" He asked and approached her.

Her eyes left the stars and found him. Her features remained schooled into chilly indifference, no indication that she was mad at him. He took it as a good sign as he stopped in front of her, feeling the heat radiate off her in steady waves.

"Yeah," she said, her eyes darting away for a second before returning to him.

"There's something else going on," he observed matter-of-factly. Jake couldn't read her and would probably never be able to, but something told him he'd hit the nail on the head.

Jas looked down at her feet, and that's when Jake spotted the rosy tint to her neck that looked suspiciously like a fading flush.

Some part of him knew it was a bold move, but he still raised his hand and placed it under her chin to make Jas look at him. He was mesmerized by just how blue her eyes were, even in the shitty lighting of the desperate porch lamp.

It was so out of character for her not to offer a snarky remark, and Jake was a little stunned that he was still touching her.

"I just needed some air," she finally said.

He dropped his hand, not wanting to push his luck. "Because I touched your hair or…?"

Jas groaned in frustration. "Yes."

He was missing something. He had to be. He felt like he was back in high school trying to solve equations, but the answer was just out of reach.

"Why?"

Jas groaned again, the exasperation clear on her features. She looked at him, and he watched the war in her mind raging as her pupils grew in size, making her blue irises disappear.

The realization hit him a split second before her lips crashed onto his in a searing kiss.

His hands came up to her cheeks, and he pulled her face closer to him. He wanted to feel all of her, even if he couldn't quite believe she was letting him kiss her again.

She tasted as good as he remembered.

His hands moved from her face into her hair, and she moaned into his mouth when he gripped it.

He pulled back and stared at her, surprised at his discovery. Jas' pupils were blown wider than before, and her lips were swollen from their borderline teenage make-out session.

He wanted her, had wanted her since he first laid eyes on her.

Jas raised an eyebrow, daring him to ask the question she knew was on the tip of his tongue.

He didn't, though. He loosened his grip on her hair and ran his hands through it instead. Gently, like he had inside the bar. He loved the sensation of her locks running through his fingers.

He smiled to himself at the knowledge that she liked having her hair pulled. He stored it in the box labeled Jas in the back of his mind, keeping the information for a rainy day when he'd need the upper hand. With Jas, you never knew when that would be.

For now, he leaned in again and captured her lips in a kiss that felt dangerously romantic. It lacked the fervor of the previous one.

Jake took a step back, winked at Jas, who looked ready to tear his clothes off, and walked back into the Hard Deck like nothing had happened.

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More Than I’m Willing To Lose Part 4 (finale)

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

Featuring platonic!11th Street Kids.

Adrian Chase Masterlist

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Prompt: The team has found Jack and they’ll stop at nothing to take him down, but you and Adrian just want to keep each other safe.

Warnings: panic, gun violence, scientific experimentation, mentions of sex in a joking manner, cannon typical Peacemaker violence and language

A/N: Here it is! The final chapter! It’s so crazy to me that I’m actually posting this almost exactly a year ago from when I started writing the first chapter in August of last year. I didn’t think I’d ever finish this one. I always intended to, but never did. I’m happy I finally got around to it. I hope you guys enjoy! 🥰🧜‍♂️

You sat and listened as Harcourt gave the rundown on how the mission would go. From what they could tell there was only one guy really involved. Jack seemed to be working alone. Nobody really knew why, but they didn’t care. Leota was going to run the mission, John would be running head on tech and coms, and Adrian and Chris would be the muscle. Emilia planned on staying back to watch you, just in case anyone tried anything while the team was gone.

“I’m not staying home. I’m going.” You decide.

“No, you’re not.” Adrian says adamantly.

“That’s not fair! I’m the reason we’re in this mess. Why can’t I go?” You question him.

“We’re not talking about this right now.” He tries to avoid the subject, walking away, continuing to aggressively pack a bag of weapons.

“Yes, we are. I’m a part of this team too. My shoulder is healing great and it’s not like I do much field work anyway. I’ll stay in the van! Why can’t I go?” You ask again, following him.

“Because you’re more than I’m willing to lose!” Adrian snaps. You stare at Adrian in shock. You don’t know what to think about that statement, but you don’t want him to go without you.

“Kid, he’s right-“ Chris starts.

“When have you ever agreed with him?!” You turn to look at Chris.

“Look, kid-“ You cut him off.

“I’m a grown adult don’t treat me like a fucking child.” You snap. You feel bad. You know he’s not calling you a child when he says that, but you just got so angry. You’re not even angry. You’re just scared. You sigh. “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t think you need to be on this mission. It’s not a big deal. It should be easy peasy. Just let us get in, take care of it, and get out. Nobody thinks any less of you, we just think you don’t need to worry about it.” Leota tries to reason with you.

“I updated the coms and there’s trackers inside now. You can watch them at all times no matter how far away you are and I’ll loop you in if we need anything.” John promises.

“Please,” Adrian takes a deep breath. “Please stay here with Harcourt.” He begs.

“Okay.” You say flatly.

“Okay?” Adrian is relieved.

“Yeah. I’ll stay.” You weren’t happy about it.

“Thank you.” He sighs, hugging you before going to help load the van. “It’ll be okay.”

“You know he’s just trying to protect you right?” Harcourt asks once they’re gone.

“I know.” You sigh. “I just don’t like not being there in case he needs me. You and I both know how reckless he is sometimes, especially when someone’s really pissed him off.”

“He’s gonna be okay. He’s an idiot, but he’s practically indestructible.”

“I know. It’s just the practically part that scares me.” You watch the computer closely, trying not to think of all the what ifs.

“You really love him don’t you?” She asks as you stalk the coms tracker.

“Is it that obvious?” You give a dry laugh.

“Yeah, but if it helps I’m pretty sure it’s mutual. If I didn’t know you two, I’d assume you were dating.” You look at her in disbelief.

“Really?”

“Oh yeah. Chase doesn’t look at me like that.” She smiles at you in an effort to make you feel better. Moments like this were rare with Emilia. You would consider her your friend, but you didn’t often get to talk with her like this.

“Leota said the same thing.” You smile.

“Have you ever stopped to consider that maybe Adebayo and I are right? We all see it.”

“Really?” You question.

“Yes. Why haven’t you told him yet?” She asks.

“I don’t have the best track record with people I like. I tend to get rejected far more than anything else and I’ve lost friends because of it. Our friendship means too much to me to change it or lose it because I couldn’t keep my feelings to myself.” You sigh.

“Something tells me he feels pretty similarly.”

“Why won’t he just tell me? Why do I have to tell him?”

“I think he’s been trying to tell you, but doesn’t know how far is too far with boundaries. He’s probably just as scared to lose you. I don’t know why you can’t see that. You can read him better than anyone else. It’s like you two are the twins from the fucking Shinning.” You laugh at her comparison.

The joy doesn’t last long. Suddenly the trackers start to go offline. “What the fuck is happening?” You try to refrain from freaking out. Harcourt picks up her phone, making a call.

“John, why did they all just go offline?” She has him on speaker phone.

“I don’t know, but the last thing I heard before they went out was that they think we might have underestimated how many people are involved.” He seems nervous.

“Fuck!” You let out a nervous yelp.

“Can you see their last known location?” Harcourt asks. You nod, showing her your screen.

“Get in the car.” She says, packing up her weapons. You pack your computer equipment, speeding off with Harcourt to meet up with Economos. You stare out the windshield silently.

“They’re gonna be okay.” She says.

“They fucking better be…I- I never told him…” Your voice trails off.

“You’ll get to tell him. If the night doesn’t end with you and Chase cuddled up on the couch ranting about your weird fucking nerd shows and making gross kissy faces at each other then I’m gonna kill every fucking mobster in this goddamn city until I find our team.” She says, gripping the steering wheel.

You see the van and you park alongside it, hoping in.

“Thank god you’re here.” Economos lets out a sigh of relief. As Harcourt and Economos devise a plan you start to get ready to head out into the field.

“What are you doing?” John asks.

“I’m going out there and neither of you are fucking stopping me this time.”

“Chase wouldn’t like this.” Harcourt starts.

“Well Adrian isn’t fucking here. I’m getting him back.” You head out and she follows you.

“Fine, but I’m leading.” She walks ahead of you with her gun drawn into the building their coms went out in.

“John, I think we figured out why we were only ever able to see one guy in this building…” Harcourt trailed off, staring into the entrance to the cave. “It looks like their operations are mostly underground. I think they took over an old butterfly base.” She guesses.

“Are we sure they aren’t butterflies?” He questions.

“I don’t seen an excess amount of amber fluid anywhere and they’d have to have it stock piled because the cow is dead now. There’s only a couple jars. They need so much to survive. It’s their only food source.” You remind him.

“We’re going into the tunnel. I’m not sure if this will cut off our signal or not.” Harcourt informs him before you start climbing down. There are multiple rooms. The first one you reach seems to be a meeting room for operations. You start reading papers on the tables. Harcourt was a solider. She was used to this, but analyzing was your job. You could actually do a lot of helping with this part. Your eyes start to water as you stare at the papers. “What?” She looks at you, sensing your discomfort.

“They’re not butterflies. They’re trying to become butterflies. We need to find the others they’re in a lot of fucking danger right now.” You say, starting to grow panicked looking at the failed experiments before you, records of trials done to turn humans into super soldiers with the strength of butterflies without being alien. They were using the amber fluid they found at the abandoned Glen Tai factory, but it wasn’t enough. They needed more data on the butterfly DNA. That’s what Jack was stealing from your laptop.

“What the fuck do you mean become butterflies?” She was confused.

“That’s what he needed from me. He wanted the data on the butterfly DNA that I had stored on my laptop.”

“Well aren’t you smarter than I gave you credit for?” You heard a voice you never wanted to hear again from the doorway. Harcourt drew her gun. “I’ve got your little boyfriend locked up and being prepped for trials as we speak.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You try to remain calm.

“Oh that’s right. You just wish he was. That’s why you went out with me…because he doesn’t love you. You know, I didn’t expect to have to shoot you.” He shrugs. “Not in the street at least. I was hoping you’d invite me in so we didn’t have to make a scene, but you’re still saving yourself for that idiot.” He laughs at you.

“What do you want, Jack?” You cringe, thinking of the night.

“I’ve already got everything I want. I have my data. I have more test subjects. I even have you right where I want you.”

“What are you talking about?” You ask as Harcourt scans the room. She watches as more men come around the corner with guns. She’s trying to plan an exist strategy.

“I hate to admit it, but I need your help. You can help me or you can try and fail to save the guy that’s been leading you on for a year to the point where you stopped dating completely. I may not love you, but at least I’m not leading you on.”

You look at Harcourt and see she has a plan before you make your next move.

“Sure because asking me out on a date only just to shoot me and rob me isn’t leading me on at all.” You laugh. You shoot him and Harcourt takes out the other men. “What was it you said to me? You thought this way would be more fun? I hope you’re having fun, Jack.” He isn’t dead yet, but you know he’s not getting up anytime soon. “Watch him I’m going to find the others.” You start to run out the door.

“Since when do I take orders from you?!” Harcourt yells after you.

“Please?” You ask more nicely, popping your head through the door again.

“Go.” She smiles. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t get up and nobody gets away with these documents.” You smile back at her before running out the door and down the hall. You check every room, careful not to draw any unwanted attention in case anyone is left. Finally you open a door to see Chris.

“I’m glad you’re here, but your ex boyfriend is fucking crazy.” Chris jokes.

“He’s not my ex. Don’t call him that.”

“Did you bang?” He questions as you untie him.

“No, of course we didn’t!” You protest.

“Hey, don’t judge. One time I banged this chick and she had like crazy stamina. I thought she was just super into me, but turns out she was a butterfly.” You cringe.

“Oh my god please stop talking about your sex life for once and go find Leota!” You beg him.

“I’ll stop, but only because you’re getting upset because you don’t have one and I feel bad for you because you got shot.” You and Chris part ways before you can kill him to find the rest of your teammates. You open door after door until finally you find him.

“Adrian!” You run to him. He snaps his head up from it’s relaxed position to face you. He’s not wearing his mask. They must have ripped it off of him. He looks a little roughed up.

“No no no no what are you doing here? You can’t be here.” He starts to worry.

“It’s okay. I’m okay. You’re okay. Everybody is okay. I shot him. I think we took out all his people.” You start untying him.

“You shot him?!” He’s surprised.

“Yeah…”

“I’m so fucking proud of you!” He gushes. You blush. “I mean I really wanted to shoot him, but I’m glad if anyone else did it, it was you.”

“I’m sorry. I know you didn’t want me down here. I know you were trying to protect me, but I couldn’t lose you.” You continue to work on his bindings.

“I couldn’t lose you either.” You finish untying the last knot and he shakes the ropes off.

“No, Adrian, you don’t understand. I think I’d die if I lost you. Like-“ You pause, sighing. “I can’t keep pretending like I didn’t hear you say you loved me that night in the hospital and- and if you said that just because you thought I was gonna die….” You pause taking a deep breath. “You can take it back- if you meant it just as friends you can take it back, but I can’t keep pretending like it didn’t happen. I can’t write it off as drugs or sleep deprivation anymore. I don’t want to! I love you! I love you and I’m saying it sober and of my own free will because I need you to know and god I hope I’m not gonna fuck up our friendship by saying this, but I need you to know I love you and- and you said that I’m more than you’re willing to lose, well…if I lost you I’d lose everything… Okay?” He stared at you. You started to grow nervous. “Please say something…”

“I’m a fucking idiot.” He laughs, pulling you into his arms, kissing you.

“I didn’t want to go out with Jack. I’ve had feelings for you this whole time. That’s why I never dated anyone. I had started giving up hope of you liking me back so I decided going on a date was the only way to try to get over you.”

“This whole time I was worried about getting rejected or crossing your boundaries. You’re the only person who gets me and laughs at my jokes and is always nice to me. Chris told me I would creep you out and you’d ditch me. I should have just said something. I’m so sorry, (Y/N).”

“It’s okay, Ade. It doesn’t matter anymore.” You kiss him again.

“I can’t believe you shot him.” He laughs. “The motherfucker deserved it, but I bet he didn’t expect it.”

“I didn’t even expect it.” You laugh.

“Well I’m proud of you and I actually think that’s super cool and sexy of you.” He smirks.

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah, babe.” He kisses you again. You break off the kiss when you hear Leota and Chris’ voices from the doorway.

“You owe me 20 bucks.” She laughs.

Harcourt drove Jack to Belle Reve in her car while the rest of you took the van back to headquarters. You all laughed and danced to music, but this time it was different. You felt stronger. You were more confident now. Not only did you now have a successful relationship starting with Adrian’s arm around you as John drove, but you were also leaving a mission where you’d taken down a notorious criminal doing human trials on an alien drug that shouldn’t exist.

Things were finally starting to fall into place. Things were changing around here for the better. You knew the team would grow and change, you just thought it would be when they added more muscle to the team. You didn’t realize you were the muscle the team needed all along. After all, the heart is the most important muscle in the human body. Love is where you found your strength; through your friends, through Adrian, and through yourself.

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player freedom to do whatever the F you want has been a core tenet of GW2 from the start, but as genuinely neat as this can be, I think this is also my biggest issue with approach to map-wide metas. here is a huge event for anyone that happens to be around when it occurs - jump in if you want! - but often these actually pertain to the main story and are intended to slot linearly somewhere in between main story quests, and along the course of the main storyline itself it may not be extremely clear at what point it would be accurate to attend the meta.

let's say you've followed the main story to the Dragon's Lair map (which I just made up) for the first time. plotwise, you must set up camp with the NPCs and make preparations before embarking to destroy the dread dragon - but since you set foot on the new map, you are concurrently seeing information on your screen about a meta with an end goal to Help Bobby storm the Flame Gate and slay the Infernal Lieutenant. "OK," you say, "I don't know who Bobby is, and those things don't sound suited to my current phase of the story, so I don't have the context to participate in this meta yet." shortly after the NPCs may conclude that preparations are finished and the march on the dragon can begin - Quest Complete. you get a prompt to meet with the same NPCs to proceed with the next instance. this could be a traditional single player instance where the NPCs rally and begin their descent. It could just as easily open with the NPCs going "With the battle won and the barrier disabled, the dragon is vulnerable now - let's finish it off!", as though you've missed a step walking down the stairs.

the main story when beelined is full of little discombobulations like this - it's not impossible I've historically just missed out on relevant cues, but I do know with some certitude it's not a uniquely me issue to experience slight "do I know these side characters? when did they get here?" tier stumbles from time to time, even when I have completed the relevant material at the relevant time, due to further factors like multiple branching paths in metas. I understand that the format of GW2's living world is that you are naturally not going to be present for everything that occurs - it moves and breathes regardless around you - but this creates a disjunct with the linear main story About You when it plays it safe and acknowledges extracurricular activities or paths you *may* have done with a certain level of assumed familiarity for these characters and situations.

the game has no way of controlling what the player has broadly witnessed beyond the journal quests themselves, and also has no interest in being the boss of the player over this - yet there is still a structured developer choice of what from this broader content is utilized in the linear story, and how. the narrative may not ever force you into situations where you are exposed to a particular NPC - however, it WILL make you witness the NPC's emotional death in the main story with equal gravitas whether they were your mentor figure or whether they were some person shown in a cutscene for 2 seconds before dying.

the game doesn't seem to want Isolated Pocket Instances For Important Story and Overworld Map For Sidequests. i understand this, and moments where main story is integrated in a massive map-altering event with 50 other players in collaboration with each other is genuinely a wonderful experience when it does land correctly. the main issue is that for me the thrill of these event chains is not necessarily 'narrative i've gleaned from playing through them.' they're loud, dialogue is drowned out, the screen is visually plastered in flashy effects, you're focused on dodging AOEs and healing your ten simultaneously downed comrades. because of the spontaneous nature of these events you may have missed the first 3/4 of the NPC's conversation and so don't even really know what their banter is about even if you can stop to read the chat log for it. there is a meta where rox admits that she is thinking of joining the olmakhan, and if you don't happen to be around her when she says it you will miss that extra bit of context - yet as most other metas do, gameplay wise, this meta encourages players to split up and be in different places, most of which will not be near her.

it's simple enough to talk about these points - i understand it's much harder in practice to make cohesive. as with most mmorpg storylines, there is a jankiness here that i ultimately am willing to overlook because of the rapport the game has otherwise established with me.

it's not even that I mind spoilers, but because so many things are occurring regardless of if you were there for the context or even if you're at the right point of this chronologically at all, the map becomes this morass of random things that you can feel a bit detached from. if you see your main story NPC friend needing escort so they can set up pylons - is this related to a future plot event, or did you just miss the first section of this mini event where they said "I just discovered we have a rat problem in our storage, I need help setting up these rat pylons to repel rats"? are you 'meant' to be here - if not by the game's standards, by your own sense? and for those who do mind spoilers, you're seeing Help Bobby Use Crystals To Shatter The Field Protecting The Dragon Lieutenant on your screen from the moment you set foot on the map.

i'm always in favor of more guidance along optional material - more "(Optional) complete the meta of this map" objectives appearing at the appropriate time, more achievements for completing the meta before proceeding to the next quest, more concrete pointers where

#talks #for a year i keep sitting down to articulate my thoughts on the storytelling and it always ends up five million unfathomable #paragraphs long #i can never nearly explain it all. my I Could Probably Fill a 45 Min Long Youtube Essay topic.

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What do Herbert's experiments represent?

In Bride of Re-Animator, we see a variety of experiments Herbert has created, outside of his initial work in reanimating corpses, and there are a few separate moments where we see the actual process of these experiments in action. Surely these experiments have some kind of meaning to them, right?

But what could that meaning be?

First, let's talk about the finger-puppy or eye creature, whatever you wanna call it... I like to call it finger-puppy.

Finger-puppy consists of five fingers and an eyeball that Herbert likely acquired from the hospital they work at. He unveils these laid out pieces to Dan, excitedly showing him as he assembles the pieces together and uses his reagent to bring it to life.

I think it's important to note Herbert's demeanor here in this scene. First, he is excited and eager to share this with Dan. So much so that he lays everything out like a presentation, neatly organized and ready for assembly. He had intended to show this to Dan, he had planned this moment out.

But throughout this part of the scene, he is mostly focused on the task at hand and not what Dan is trying to talk to him about.

Everything leading up to this moment also indicates to us that Herbert is in good spirits, he seems happy and content. He spooks Dan from behind the wall and laughs, he excitedly explains how they practically share a wall with an old crypt in the cemetery, and even when Dan stops him to talk (to ask what he did with the last cadaver, to which he simply says he was 'finished with it'), he determinedly shows off the progress he's made on their 'work', and then ends on displaying and constructing his finger-puppy experiment in front of Dan... which then prompts Dan to finally drop the ball about how he wants to move out, and Herbert looks up at him, confused. When Dan reiterates his statement, Herbert loses any excitement and happiness that was present just moments before, now seeming upset.

This is a great scene to show that Herbert has been content and satisfied with their work lately, but also that his focus has been so primarily on that work that he's been neglecting Dan's concerns and needs. He's also still using misdirection when Dan asks him questions, manipulating him by bringing Dan's attention back to their work so he doesn't have to explain himself about the cadaver or why they would need to block the hole in the wall.

Dan isn't stupid, so even if he has gotten caught up in the moment by what Herbert's doing in the past, he likely realizes later that he didn't get his answers and that he'd gone back at square one in trying to address things. In this particular instance, Herbert's misdirection doesn't work, that's why Dan is able to relay information Herbert is stating right back to him, because he's heard it before and understands it. He's not fooled this time, and is determined to just get to the point of telling Herbert that he wants to move out.

And this scene really set all that up perfectly, ending it off with Herbert's newest experiment, through bringing life to mere parts, hence the finger-puppy.

While I don't think this is the first time he's done this kind of experiment (he'd been collecting parts before this, after all, and also purposefully lied about why they needed to block the wall to the crypt), it's important to note that he is presenting it to Dan here and wants to see what he makes of it. Not just the finished product but the entire process, how he constructs it, applying the reagent, and then watching it come to life.

This seems to be something he wants to share with Dan specifically, whatever the experiment itself represents for him.

Now, fast forward to his other experiment where he connects a leg to an arm. The scene makes it clear that the experiment itself isn't as important as Herbert's motivation for conducting it.

In this moment, Herbert has been left in the basement alone after working with Dan because the doorbell rang and Dan went to answer it. Dan had forgotten he'd invited Francesca over for a date and they would be cooking and eating a meal together, so he stopped his work with Herbert to go enjoy his time with Francesca.

Herbert is clearly shown to not appreciate this, as the scene starts with him frustrated and annoyed, seemingly unable to focus on whatever work he's doing. He doesn't like that Dan's attention was taken away from their work and now that he's stuck down there, he has the thought to connect these two parts together, seemingly on a whim.

Throughout this experiment, he consistently stops to look up at the ceiling, indicating he's extremely aware of Dan's activities upstairs.

What's also interesting is that, unlike the finger-puppy, this leg-arm experiment is not given much focus from him at all. He's very distracted by what he is assuming of Dan's activities upstairs (which he obviously can't see or hear from where he is in the basement, but he can guess pretty easily). This lack of focus shows that this experiment has absolutely nothing to do with his work, it's not really about creating life at all, it's meant to be a distraction from how he feels about what Dan's doing without him. He also goes from tinkering about with the experiment to aggressively pouring the reagent on the combined body parts, the aggression matching his growing annoyance at Dan's behavior upstairs.

And after Herbert completes the leg-arm experiment and it retaliates against him, he immediately shoves it into a biohazard bag and tosses it into the crypt to get rid of it.

We see later on in the film that he must have been doing this kind of thing a lot because the crypt is full of these experiments, these bizarre amalgamations of parts. And considering his insistence on moving the metal cabinet in front of the loose bricks to the crypt that he was purposefully using to dump these experiments, it also means he's hiding these experiments and wants very little to do with them.

And also considering he showed Dan the first one he made, this means that the rest of these experiments are specifically being hidden from Dan.

So what does that say about the first experiment, the finger-puppy? Why was it so different from the others? If the leg-arm was merely a distraction to avoid his feelings in the moment, and he's purposefully hiding this from Dan, then what does that mean?

Well, not counting the finger-puppy, he's been hiding these experiments, and hiding implies shame. He's not proud of this particular work, it doesn't technically add to the overall work they're doing (it's something superfluous) and it was initially something he was happy with until Dan showed distaste for it and then almost got them in trouble with a cop. So it needs to be kept hidden so they're not both seen as suspicious, but Dan already knew about the first experiment, so he doesn't need to hide it from Dan.

And yet, Herbert doesn't want him to know about the other experiments. He can't let Dan see evidence of these experiments lying around with their shared work, so he hides it in the crypt, and this is either because he doesn't want Dan to be disgusted again or because he doesn't want to bother him with it.

This puts a whole new perspective on what these experiments represent, because Herbert's actions regarding them are always specifically about Dan. The first one, he shared with Dan excitedly, the next one, he was jealous about Dan leaving to spend time with someone else, and after that, he apparently added a human arm to Francesca's dog for some fucking reason, likely as a thoughtless retribution of sorts considering Dan and Francesca spent the night together. All these other experiments are hidden away from Dan, meaning they occurred when Dan wasn't around, which further implies their existence stems from Dan's absence, and especially in Herbert's feelings about Dan.

A very long-winded way of saying it, but, yes, I think these experiments are a representation of Herbert's romantic feelings and interest towards Dan. It's why he's so excited to show him at first, why he's upset that Dan is bothered by them once he knows about them, why he's so quick to hide them afterward, why he gets angry when they retaliate against him, and why he calls them "rejects" and mistakes. He's ashamed that he has them at all, despite the fact that he can't seem to stop himself from making them (and also never chooses to kill them, he just hides them away instead).

And coming back to finger-puppy again, it's interesting to note the natural curiosity and slight mischievousness that's very prominent in this little creature. It seems to want to wander and explore, something very different from the other experiments who seem to want to attack Herbert directly.

Maybe it's because it's so small in comparison and therefore mostly harmless, but finger-puppy seems to represent a more hopeful and positive concept than the other experiments. And if these experiments are representations of Herbert's feelings for Dan, well this little finger-puppy could probably be compared to a crush, or the initial spark of romantic interest, something small and simple that doesn't mean any ill-will.

But Dan rejects it outright and calls it "morbid doodling" when he sees it. And then, immediately after, he tries to shoo it away and get rid of it when the cop shows up at their house. Dan himself has to act suspicious to try to keep the cop from noticing this thing running around wherever it damn well pleases, and eventually Herbert picks up the book the cop slammed down on top of the creature to see that it had been crushed to death.

Hell of a way to show that someone's hopes were dashed.

So if Herbert then keeps up these experiments afterward, not really focused or thinking about them as they happen, and then wants to remove and hide them once they've come to life, it could imply these experiments are coming from his own emotions bubbling over, combined with carelessness and whims that match those emotions, all things that have no place in their work in reanimation, and yet he can't seem to stop himself from making them. The more they keep popping up, the more he has to hide them, after all, so why not just stop making them...unless he can't?

Working under this assumption, this could mean that these feelings for Dan refuse to go away and also that Herbert doesn't exactly hate them (or that he doesn't want to outright kill them), but he still sees their existence as a mistake. He doesn't want these feelings because Dan didn't want them from him and they don't actually contribute to their work anyway, right? He believes the science should be more important, so why does he keep coming back to these pointless experiments unless he can't help it? After all, it's not like you can just will emotions and feelings to go away if you don't want them. It just doesn't work like that.

And, of course, this all eventually culminates in the whole lot of Herbert's experiments getting out. Notice that the scene in which these experiments get free and attack (mostly) Herbert only happens after Dan rejects the Bride that he and Herbert worked on together throughout the film.

It's not until after the Bride starts to come apart that Herbert's experiments get loose and shit really hits the fan. Despite thinking he could be proud of their work in creating the Bride, once Dan rejects it and calls her a monster, Herbert is quick to agree that she's just a bunch of parts.

But...well, so were all his experiments this whole time, right?

The only difference was that this one was supposed to work - this one was supposed to appeal directly to Dan, to give him what he wanted. But, in the end, he said he didn't want her, and that likely means that he couldn't accept what Herbert could give him, either.

It's been said before, so this isn't a new concept, but the Bride being Herbert's way of expressing his feelings for Dan makes a lot of sense. And alongside my theory here, I think the Bride really was one big, intentional experiment, and maybe leans to why Herbert takes so much ownership of her ("I made you!") up until the moment that Dan rejects her.

Dan's reason for rejecting her simply being that she's "not Meg" also doesn't bode well for Herbert, either. He can't be what Dan wants, so nothing he does will ever work to change that.

Harkening back to the scene near the beginning of the movie, where he asks Dan what it was he loved about Meg, this ending moment shows that it didn't matter what parts Herbert tried to use or recreate, he could never give him Meg back and he could never be her for him.

And it's a sad ending to the movie, emphasized by Herbert's experiments all attacking him at once, as though knowing he can't escape them, falling to the consequence of those actions. Sad, but telling, because if those experiments represent his feelings for Dan, then that's a hell of a way to go out, succumbing to those emotions.

All in all, I think it makes sense to interpret Herbert's experiments throughout Bride of Re-Animator as a representation of his romantic feelings for Dan, and that the creation of the Bride itself was a genuine attempt for Herbert to appeal to Dan in that way.

The Bride's sole focus on Dan appealed to what he wanted, what Herbert wasn't giving him before. The desperate scream of asking Dan "then what do you want?" certainly lines up with Herbert's misunderstanding of their situation, not understanding why his methods didn't work. And going so far as to pull her heart - Meg's heart - out of her chest and offering it to Dan, paralleling Herbert's actions earlier in the film, can be seen as Herbert's efforts to do so much of this for Dan and it all going to waste, simply because the Bride - and Herbert - cannot be Meg for him.

#bride of reanimator #reanimator #reanimator analysis #herbert west #dan cain #long post #how do i tag this omg #gif #blood #body horror #gore #death #violence #a brief mention of animal death #uhhhh #flashing lights #anyway yeah maybe i should've touched on how this definitely makes it seem very canon that herbert is asexual as well #but that's already basically canon so i guess there's very little point in going into it here

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hello jules vexcraft i saw u were still asking for writing prompts … may i suggest some mayoral cabinet shenanigans? :) namely just scar, bdubs and cub having VERY professional relationships,, yes.. perhaps some cub and bdubs bickering ? :) and scar very much enjoying all attention <3

hello felix convex-solos thank you very much for this idea, it's been bouncing around in my head for a while and i finally got around actually writing it :] also on ao3 here!

“So,” the mayor began. He looked as sharp as always, perfectly put together in his ridiculously colorful suit, yet relaxed as he sat in his office chair with his feet up on his desk. “I hear you both have an offer for me.”

Before Cub could even open his mouth, Bdubs had already stepped forward, slightly bowing his head down before talking. “Yes, my mayor! I have the things you need in this box right here, and it can all be yours just for two mere diamonds!”

Damn Bdubs and his enthusiasm and willingness. He was competitive too, Cub knew that very well - neither of them really tried to hide it, yet Scar liked to act like he didn’t notice.

“Very good, Bdubs, very good,” Scar praised casually, leaning back in his chair. He didn’t look very impressed - neutral at best - though then again, this was just business about common resources that were annoying to gather but nothing special. It’s not like they were presenting something actually rare and valuable to the mayor.

“Cub.” Scar’s voice was firm as he called for him. Cub had heard this tone countless times before, though not often directed at himself. “What do you have for me?”

“I can offer you all the same things, for the same price.” Originally his price was supposed to be higher, but there was no way he would win this that way.

This wasn’t really about business and profits, no. A few extra diamonds to his name was a nice bonus, but it was all about getting closer to the mayor, all about pleasing him and one-upping the competition. All about relations and power and opportunities and being better than others. Proving your worth, living up to your reputation. Every small moment was a piece of the game.

“So both of you are offering me the exact same deal,” Scar spoke after staying silent for a minute, as if he was considering his options, though all three of them knew it was just a way to make them feel unnerved. “You’re going to have to figure something out, I don’t need two boxes and you know I can’t pick favorites.”

The smile on the mayor’s lips told otherwise - he could definitely pick favorites, that’s what this whole meeting was about.

“If you pick my offer, my mayor, I’ll offer you my undying loyalty!” Bdubs chimed in, spreading his arms as if he was proudly presenting something invaluable.

“Is that so?” Cub could already tell from Scar’s tone Bdubs wasn’t making the point he thought he was. “I feel like you have offered that to me before too, does that mean you lied those times?”

Bdubs took a step back beside Cub, his proper demeanor briefly wavering - Cub had to put effort into not letting out a chuckle at the other’s sign of weakness.

“I could sell you two boxes for three diamonds,” Cub offered. He hadn’t planned on lowering the price this much - he didn't work for free, after all - but he intended to win this game. "You would save some money-"

"Cub, Cub, Cub…" Scar cut him off before he could finish his sentence. "Did you not listen at all? That's very unlike you." Cub winced - this wasn't going well. "I said I don't need two boxes."

It was true, Scar had said that, but it hadn't been clear whether he didn't need the materials or simply wasn't willing to pay that much. Had it been the latter, Cub's offer would have been perfectly good. Scar was grinning now, he must have known Cub would go for the loophole, maybe he had left it open on purpose, just to make a fool out of him.

"I can lower the price to one diamond!" Bdubs suggested, making Scar break the lazy yet somehow intense eye contact with Cub as he turned to look at the other man.

"I can as well," Cub replied. He didn't want to, but he could.

Scar sighed, rolling his eyes. Cub could tell he was pretending to be more frustrated than he actually was - no matter how this ended, Scar was going to walk out with the materials he needed. For now, he was enjoying the attention.

"Well, you know, if you accept my deal," Bdubs spoke slowly, like he was carefully thinking through each word, making sure his phrasing was just right. "I could offer you some… other things."

That seemed to catch Scar's attention.

Cub didn't like the implications of that. What Bdubs was suggesting, Cub didn't exactly know - though based on the other's tone and careful phrasing and how Bdubs generally tended to be, he could definitely form some guesses that hinted at something… less professional - but whatever it was, it was clearly giving him an advantage here.

"That's unfair," Cub interrupted.

"What?" Bdubs squinted at him, before grinning, unnaturally white teeth on display. "Are you jealous?"

Cub blinked. Of course he wasn't jealous. "No. Scar, you know exactly what I can offer, just ask and it's all yours."

"I do know," Scar hummed, closing his eyes for a moment like he was reminiscing old memories. "You do realize that you're both offering me things I already have access to outside of this deal, right?" That did not exactly soothe Cub’s nerves.

Scar stood up, casually stretching his arms before walking over to where Cub and Bdubs were standing side by side. He walked past them, his shoulder briefly brushing Cub’s. Beside him Bdubs lifted his hand to cup his own shoulder - Scar must have touched them both on purpose. Of course.

“Clearly this is going nowhere, so let me propose you both a deal.” Scar sounded quizzical, though neither of them dared to turn around to see what kind of expression the mayor was actually wearing. “I will take one box, I don’t care which one it is, you can split the remaining one. And I will pay you both one diamond.”

“But that makes no sense, you would lose diamonds-”

“Ah ah ah! No interrupting, Cub! Your mayor is speaking.” Scar had turned around behind them, before throwing one arm over Bdubs’s shoulder and the other over Cub’s - he was almost uncomfortably close now as he scolded Cub with a sweet smile on his face. Cub could see Bdubs grinning on Scar’s other side, no doubt overjoyed by this.

When Cub stayed silent, Scar continued his speech. "I know this isn't the most ideal deal diamond-wise, but it's a small price for you two getting along." Cub frowned - what was Scar on about? Bdubs seemed clueless as well. "I will pay you both one diamond and I will accept whatever you were offering on top of that."

"However," Scar pulled both of them even closer to him before shooting both of them a wide sly grin. "You're both going to be involved in that."

#hermitshipping #cubfan135 #goodtimeswithscar #bdoubleo100 #cubscar #scardubs #jules hc txt #asks

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scarlett-vixen · 2 years

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This one is for @bearyposts 😌 I hope you enjoy!! This turned out much longer than originally planned but in my defense: I love this grumpy old man.

Prompt: V- Vacation

Pairing: (established relationship) Lucifer x Gn!Reader

Genre: Fluff, slightly suggestive at the very end I could not stop myself.

As Avatar of Pride, Lucifer was many things. Loyal, responsible, organized, punctual, but more than anything he was overworked.

In the beginning you kept your mouth shut, knowing there was no point in arguing with him, after a while however you became increasingly annoyed with the amount of paperwork he was constantly given.

Many times you had gone looking for him in the late evenings and found him fast asleep at his desk, you would wake him and stay by his side till he finished, hoping to get some quality time together before you went to bed.

The first born would apologize to you for being locked up in his office all day or for having to cancel plans to attend yet another meeting with Lord Diavolo. Lucifer always did his best to assure that you were much more important to him than his work but these papers had to be filled out by tomorrow morning so he really couldn’t postpone them.

You were well aware of his strenuous schedule before your relationship started, the time that you two did spend together he always showered you with affection, that didn’t stop you from being upset when he missed date night though.

Somehow the other six brothers all had different plans or events going on tonight. Lucifer had agreed weeks ago to dedicate the evening to being with you, a quiet night alone together for the first time in a very long time, you had excitedly reminded him about your plans almost every day leading up.

Everyone was supposed to be gone from the house by seven, the two of you planned to meet in your room at exactly seven to watch a movie, however it was now eight-thirty and you were still alone in your room.

You had tried being patient, knowing that your boyfriend had been working on a very important document all day and giving him a little extra time to wrap things up but this was ridiculous.

You marched straight up to his office, not bothering to knock, barging right in ready to give him an ear full about playing second fiddle to Diavolo’s demands.

When you entered though, that plan quickly disintegrated. Once again you found Lucifer out cold at his desk, pen uncapped, papers scattered all over his desk, clearly in the middle of signing things.

You wanted to be mad at him, to wake him up and express your feelings on being forgotten about, but you knew this really wasn’t his fault. It was his sin.

As usual you gently woke the exhausted demon, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead as he rejoined the living world, you wiped the small spot of drool from his cheek.

“Is it already seven my love?” He attempted to act like he’d only been asleep for mere minutes, you knew in reality he had been unconscious for at least two hours.

“No, it’s almost nine actually…” You sat yourself on the edge of his desk, watching the terror grow in his eyes and quickly checking his watch to see if you were joking.

“I’m so sorry darling, I promise I did not intend to miss our date!” He placed a hand on your thigh and looked at you with pleading eyes.

“It’s alright. We still have a few hours before your brothers start coming home,” you placed a hand on top of his. “Why don’t we go lay down, we can watch a movie some other time.”

You were a little upset about the change in plans but in the end you would take whatever time you got with him, even if it was just laying in his bed together.

Something was going to change though, you hated seeing Lucifer this worn out, tomorrow morning you would have a very stern discussion with the demon prince. His pride wouldn’t allow him to tell Diavolo no, but you sure could.

***

You flat out told Diavolo that he was working Lucifer too hard, the demon was literally working himself to sleep every night and you were done with it, you told him that you were taking Lucifer away for a much needed vacation. To no surprise Diavolo had been very supportive of the idea, insisting that Lucifer take better care of himself and learn to relax.

You had rushed home to deliver the news only to be met with “I couldn’t possibly leave those six idiots alone for a whole week!” You had anticipated this argument and taken the necessary prerequisites.

Before finding Lucifer you had found the other six rambunctious demons. You had lured them into the living room saying you had exciting news, once they were gathered you explained that you and Lucifer would be absent for a week. Of course you received a number of complaints ranging from “why does he get to go with you?” all the way to “We never get to do anything fun!”

After letting them voice their opinions on the matter, you gave them a very to the point speech on how things should be while gone and upon returning. The six brothers sat in fear as you threatened them with consequences all while using a sickeningly sweet voice and having a smile plastered on your face. Something you picked up from the eldest.

After several hours, you finally convinced your stubborn boyfriend he could leave his brothers alone for a week. The avatar of pride had been reluctant to actually leave them home alone but gave in quickly when you started to pout; the two of you packed your bags and headed out.

You knew the only way Lucifer could fully relax was by taking him out of the Devildom completely. You told him your week together would be spent in the human world, he of course wanted to know what exactly the plans were for the week and was taken aback by your answer.

“What do you mean nothing? Surely you have some plans made?” Lucifer questioned as you both unpacked your bags in the hotel room.

“I mean nothing! There’s no plan, no itinerary, no schedule. It’s just a week of you and me alone relaxing.” You expected him to be a little shocked, the first born practically lived and breathed structure and planning.

“So, you took me away from my work to just sit in a hotel room with you for a week?” Lucifer sat on the bed, confusion covering his face.

“No you dork, we can leave the room and enjoy the town! I just didn’t want a set schedule of when and what to do. You spend every day back home on a time sensitive schedule, I want you to be able to relax and enjoy this trip!”

“I guess I could use a break from all the papers and documents…and my brothers.”

“Exactly! You need a break and this is the perfect chance for that.” You walked over to where Lucifer sat on the bed, standing over him you gently held his face in your hands.

He melted at your touch, leaning into one hand and looking up at you with soft eyes, nobody brought him peace quite like you.

“We can sleep in each morning, go have a nice breakfast without fear of having our food stolen, we can sit out on the balcony and enjoy the peace and quiet.” You rubbed a thumb against his cheek watching him melt further into you. “We can go do whatever you’d like, but more than anything I want you to relax.”

“I don’t care what we do, so long as I’m with you. I’m more relaxed with your presence than anything else.” Lucifer nuzzled into your hand and kissed the palm before looking back up at you.

“Well if that’s the case,” you gave him a mischievous grin. “What if we did just stay in the room alone all week?”

You felt his face heat up. You didn’t dare say something so bold back home, but up here it was fair play. Back home there were too many possible interruptions, a brother barging in or a prince summoning him away, now that you had him up here all to yourself though? You planned to make this vacation a memorable one.

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chaoticlicense · 1 year

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I know this is a lot you don’t have to include all of them but 52, 104, 128, 130, 131, and 147 with Viktor/Reader.

Where they are close friends that work together and Viktor develops feelings for them but is too scared to confess. The reader goes to him for emotional support or advice (dealing with a bad breakup or feeling like their work isn't good enough) and he accidentally confesses while trying to cheer them up.? (I swear reading that prompt list my jaw dropped at 130 and 131 btw like wow,. adredvsbskajbdk)

So, I didn't do all of the prompts that you sent because once I started writing certain prompts didn't quite fit. HOWEVER! While this ended up becoming a longer fic than intended, I did have a heck of a lot of fun writing it ❤️

Tags: NSFW, Minors DNI, Viktor, Viktor x Reader, Friends to Lovers, Ficlet, Smut, Smut Prompts, Not Proofread

Prompt 52 is “I want you to say my name like that again.”

Prompt 130 is “Spread your legs for me.” … “Spread them wider.”

Prompt 147 is “Fuck, you have such a tight hold on me, you don’t even know.”

I hope you enjoy your little ficlet ❤️

You didn’t expect the night to end with you and Viktor laying naked in each other’s arms, the soft glow of the afternoon sun peeking through the dusty curtains in his bedroom.

When you had showed up at his door, hands shaking, brow sweating, all you wanted was to pick his brain about something. That something was his reassurance that your most recent project wasn’t a total disaster despite it blowing up (quite spectacularly as Heimerdinger put it). Yes, you’d managed to salvage some of the parts which meant you could work on a new, updated version—but was there any point in doing so? Was it worth your time and energy all over again? More importantly; was it worth the chance of utter humiliation should the next one fail?

It wasn’t like you to be so…uncertain or so down on yourself in the face of failure. It was, after all, part of your job to have things fail on occasion. How else does one learn from one’s mistakes? But this was different. It felt different. This was your chance to prove to Heimerdinger that you were more than just a glorified assistant. And you had all but failed at that.

In your moment of anxiety and dread that sat in the pit of your stomach like a rock, you went to see Viktor. Your colleague, your best friend, and your crush. Viktor had hardly opened the door before you pushed past him and went to crash on his couch. The words came easily, tumbling out of you like an avalanche of self-doubt. Viktor sat down next to you and listened intently. It wasn’t until you finished telling him all about your insecurities (not for the first time in your many years of friendship) that he rested a hand on your arm and pulled you in close.

“You are not a failure simply because one of your creations quite literally blew up in your face,” he assured you.

You scoffed.

“I mean it. We all make mistakes, and we all have things blow up on occasion. It’s part of the job.”

You sighed dramatically and all but threw yourself against his shoulder.

“I know that.”

“Then what is the problem?”

“The problem, Viktor, is that this was my chance to show Heimerdinger that I’m more than just a pretty face! That I can actually do something useful for once.”

Viktor raised a brow and hummed in thought.

“Well, that, at least, I can understand. But listen to me-” He gently pushed you upright so he could look into your eyes. Your heart nearly did a skip in your chest when his golden gaze met yours. Gods he’s beautiful, you thought. A blush crept up on you at the sudden thought of him being able to read your mind. “-you are absolutely brilliant. Do you understand that? One or two mistakes will not change that fact. Your mind works in ways I cannot even begin to comprehend, nor would I want to for fear of breaking the hold you have over me. Please don’t let this deter you from continuing your work.”

You smiled a little, his words providing you with the very reassurance you had sought out in the first place. But you caught something in his speech that made you pause.

“Viktor?” you started.

“Hm?”

“What was that about me having a hold over you?”

Viktor's eyes widened, pupils dilating.

“I, eh…” he coughed. Cleared his throat. “Sorry. I don’t know why I said that.”

“Are you sure?” you pressed, heart pounding in your chest.

After the longest moment of silence of your life, Viktor shook his head.

“No. No, I’m not sure.”

Without a single moment of hesitation, he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you into a kiss. That kiss led to the two of you moving from the couch to his bed where you found yourself naked and completely at his mercy. After a long discussion between even longer kisses about the two of you wanting this for the last several months, Viktor lays between your legs, a hand on each of your thighs. His long fingers trail up and down across your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Spread your legs for me,” he whispers.

You spread them open about an inch. Viktor raises a brow. You smile innocently.

“Spread them wider.”

Without any complaints and a thousand tiny butterflies in your stomach, you do ask he asks. Satisfied, he smiles at you as he crawls his way up along your body, leaving soft kisses in his wake. When he finds himself hovering over you, lips just inches from yours, he lowers himself between your legs. You can feel his cock against your hips, hot and hard and ready for you.

“Can you feel how hard you make me?” he mutters as he brushes your lips with his. “This is all for you. It’s always been for you.”

His name is a sigh upon your lips, a prayer almost. “Viktor…”

In turn, he takes your bottom lip between his teeth and tugs. Moans. Hips grinding into your own. He hasn’t even fucked you yet and a hot coil is already lighting in the pit of your stomach. The coil replaces the heavy stone of anxiety that once sat there not an hour past when you first showed up at his door. Oh, how quickly things can happen.

His hands find yours, fingers interlacing while he presses you into the mattress.

“I want you to say my name like that again,” he moans.

“Mm…Viktor…” you oblige, eyes fluttering closed as he teases your entrance with the head of his cock. The sensation of him so close to where you’ve wanted him for longer than you can remember only fans the flames of desire in your belly until they’re so hot you can barely stand it.

Viktor, sensing your want, and your need for him, slowly pushes inside of you. It’s not until he’s deep inside you that he stills, head falling into the crook of your neck. Teeth dig into your flesh just enough to hurt but not enough to bleed. He would never make you bleed.

“Fuck, you have such a tight hold on me, you don’t even know,” he whispers against you. “How could we have gone so long without one another?”

“I don’t know,” you sigh. “But, Vik, please, don’t make me wait any longer.”

Viktor, as it turns out, is a very giving lover. The rest of your afternoon is filled with him fucking you slow and deep, cock hitting that spot inside of you that has you moaning his name so many times it’s as if his name is the only word you know. In a way, it is in that moment. There is nothing else as he makes love to you, as he fucks you so well you can’t remember the last time being with someone felt so good.

There is only him. Him and you and the sounds of your bodies as they come together over and over with each hard, yet gentle, thrust. Time itself seems non-existent that afternoon as your hands roam his body feeling every inch of him that you can. It’s as though you’re in a dream. Even as Viktor’s slow, methodical thrusts and firm circles on your clit bring you over the edge for the first time that afternoon, you can’t quite seem to wake up from whatever dream this is. And gods, you hope you never do.

Even as Viktor comes undone, your name on his lips as he cries out in soft pleasure, the dream continues as he wraps you into his arms and holds you close. He gazes into your eyes, adoration in the amber shade of his irises. Your own mirror such a look without even realising it. With a smile, you bring a hand to his cheek and press a kiss to the mole just above his lip.

“Viktor?” You snuggle up close.

“Yes?” He murmurs, pressing his lips to your shoulder.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

Viktor hums a little, a smile on his lips.

“You think?”

You sigh, chuckling.

“Fine. I know I’m in love with you.”

“As I am with you.”

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lydias--stiles · 1 year

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#12 and #14 for the kiss prompts? :)

12. Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss + 14. A kiss so desperate that the two wind around each other, refusing to let go until they are finished.

(secret dating + celeb au)

Her phone had been exploding by the time she woke up. Her personal phone, which meant personal issues, which meant her stomach churned with nausea before she drank her morning coffee.

Her alarm clock indicated it was seven am. Ten am in New York, her brain calculated, and she itched to text Luke about his morning. But if she grabbed her phone, she'd have to be confronted with whatever was going on.

Taking a steadying breath, she pushed herself upright, wiping a curl from her cheek, and unlocked her phone.

Shit.

Flynn sent her a link to a tabloid that broke the news, to which other publications quickly picked it up. Or rather: gossip. They had no actual news. Julie harrumphed. She hated the tabloids and those teenybopper papers; she knew it boosted her popularity, but she also wished they stopped existing altogether.

Luke and her hadn't even noticed the paparazzi, or fan, taking the picture. They had foolishly presumed no one cared about pedestrians in New York, so by extension, them as well. Luke lived bicoastal and rarely got approached on the East Coast.

But they pushed their luck.

The other texts were from her management, her P.A., her record label, Carlos, Carrie, Reggie, Alex, and Luke. She skipped all of them to reply to him first.

Luke: are you okay???

Julie smiled. Of course, he wanted to make sure she was okay first. She hadn't checked the comment section under the Teen Vogue post yet, but she imagined several were nasty towards her. Luke Patterson was the sexy golden boy after all, the one that revived punk and headlined festivals all summer long.

Not that she wasn't talented, too. Julie was just... quieter, she supposed, a presence felt but not as boisterous as Sunset Curve. Pop ballads were her forte.

She texted a response. yeah, i'm fine. surprised though. i didn't realise we were being watched. how are you feeling?

He read it immediately and replied. kinda relieved?? is that bad to say??? i wanna show you off jules

The singer rolled her eyes. It was no secret that Luke fell first and harder for her, which showed in all his actions. Deeply physically affectionate, always showering her in compliments and hyping her up, and saying stuff like this: wanting to show her off. It sounded so boyish.

A public relationship was the last thing she wanted, however. It never ended well. So many celebrity couples broke up, or got divorced, while in the public eye and indirectly forced fans to pick a side when it was none of their business. She wasn't intending on breaking up with Luke any time soon, but she didn't want to entertain the public's fantasy in the first place.

This photo wasn't helping.

Albeit not incriminating - they were just talking - it did add to the pattern people were noticing between them. Both were 'single', conventionally attractive, around the same age and in the same industry. It made sense. Stranger assumptions have been created.

Luke sent another text. i'm back in la tonight. catch up tmw morning?

Logically, she should say no and wait for the rumour to die down. In reality, she wanted to see him all the time, and so she agreed and sent a cute selfie with a thumbs up.

~*~*~*~

She noticed him immediately. A twill hat, sunglasses, a vintage t-shirt and cargo pants, hopping on his heels while he waited for her outside a brunch spot. Julie willed herself to not speed up and grab someone's attention, keeping her face in check when he caught her eye.

"Hey- oh!"

Luke snatched her hand and dragged her into an alleyway in between the brunch place and a laundromat. Grinning, he got rid of his glasses and swooped down to kiss.

Julie gently clasped his cheek, enjoying the moment. Yesterday, she was so afraid everything was ruined, their careers and their relationship. Now the kiss stilled her thoughts.

"Hey," he exhaled. "You look nice."

The compliment widened her smile. "Thank you."

Luke and Julie met at the afterparty of an award show. She had won Best Pop Album and his band won Best Alternative Music Album. The entire night, they drank champagne and giggled about the weird sides of the music industry, lamenting about snobby producers and reminiscing the greatest venues. They exchanged numbers and the rest was history.

He just got her, in a way no else did. Though he had a totally different personality, they shared the same norms and values. She was, like, kind of in love with him. A perfect smile did that to a girl.

"How was the rest of your trip?" she asked.

His mouth twitched, gazing at her in that overwhelming, fond way. "I missed you. The boys are so done with me."

Julie laughed. "I can imagine. And I missed you, too."

The hands on her waist tightened. "Explain to me again why no one can know?"

"It's not that 'no one' can know. Everyone in our close circle knows. I just don't want the public to put their noses in our business. But... I didn't think it would be this hard." Her eyes averted to the dirty asphalt. Even their shoes matched. "I don't... I don't want you to feel like I'm ashamed of you, or something."

An incredulous chuckle left his lips. "Jules, the only thing I'm feeling is luck, okay? Trust me. You-" He paused. She looked up to find him struggling with his words. That never happened.

"Luke?"

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," he rushed out.

Oh. That was kind of like a love confession, wasn't it? Before she second-guessed herself, Julie threw her arms around his neck and kissed him, hard, humming in delight when he responded just as intensely. His thumbs pressed in her hipbones, raking down her bum and up her spine. It felt desperate. More than a 'hello' or 'goodbye' kiss. It felt like a promise. And they refused to let go of it.

His mouth was hot against hers. Ragged breaths shared when they separated for split seconds before chasing the other again. With Luke's back pressed against the brick wall, she felt powerful, and wanted, and happy.

This was insane, making out like this in an shadowy alleyway in broad daylight, but she couldn't find it within herself to care. Because he was one of the best things that has happened to her as well. She got it now. The thought of someone else shooting their shot with Luke made her ill, to the point that hard-launching Luke on her socials just once to get it over with sounded rather appealing.

Damn it.

Pressing her hands into his shoulders, she let go and took a deep breath. Luke stared at her, dazed and puffy-lipped, with messy hair. She felt like a frenzied high schooler that just made out for the first time.

"Um," she trailed, blinking, "let's... let's go eat."

He shook his head with a laugh. "Yeah, sure." Luke placed the sunglasses back on his head and went to move back into the daylight, but Julie grabbed his bicep before he could.

"And after," she added, nervous, "I'll... announce our relationship on my socials. Because you're really important to me, too."

~*~*~*~

send me a kiss prompt for juke

#i read hidden corner and immediately thought about a regal au where the princess and her guard kiss in the shadows of an alcove but #i went with this instead lmao #juke #julie and the phantoms #jatp fics #kiss prompts

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