#just humanity coming together over a shared experience and it all ending with love

[toriangeli]

2.05 thoughts

THE GROAN HAPPENED WITH JUST LOUIS AND DANIEL. WITH LOUIS GETTING PISSED OFF.

Armand relaying messages from Lestat to Louis like one of them is a hostage. Or both of them are.

Louis inadvertently ruining Daniel's life with the best of intentions.

I hope people get that Louis wouldn't have said that stuff to Armand if he wasn't high. He would have thought it, but he wouldn't have said it. Even Armand tries to cling to this, with "Here come the drugs" and trying to talk over Louis as he gets crueler and crueler.

Speaking of, I absolutely adore the balance we got with Louis and Armand both. We saw the ugliest sides of them both, but also some of their redeeming qualities. Armand is indeed, as Louis put it, "the gremlin or the good nurse," while we see Louis taking aim at some of the worst trauma it's possible to experience (things that are so hard for Armand to share in the first place) but also having great mercy for Daniel, the one innocent in all of this. While they fling each others' absolute worst traumas in each others' faces, to the point where one has to drag the other out of the sun, they somehow manage to scrape together enough control between them to spare the human.

Something I adore so much about Armand is the fact that his emotional dysregulation comes out in such an eerily tranquil manner. But don't be fooled. Just because he isn't shouting after that fight doesn't mean he's controlled. He won't even know he's dysregulated. Everything seems perfectly clear to him, viewed through the warped lens of his broken emotions.

I want to marry the entire "Am I boring/Teach me to be fascinating" thing because not only is it the most Devil's Minion shit we've had so far, it dips straight into Armand's entire "alien learning human behavior through observation and mimicry" vibe.

I was not convinced until this episode that Armand has meddled in Louis' Paris memories, mainly because the way some fans talked about it seemed to scapegoat Armand and attribute abilities with no limits or boundaries that didn't exist in the books. But they've kind of worked it in such a way where it has rules that make sense in-universe, as a combination of hypnosis and the spell gift, and I buy it. More than that, it seems like as soon as (a high) Louis has that memory (of Claudia not loving him), he hears her calling him and goes straight into the sun. Yeah, I think when Armand is banished from the table, when there's no one around to manage Louis' emotions as he confronts the darkest moments of his life, we're getting the Merrick ending. And I think when Armand is banished, since we've established he can find Lestat, he's going to tell him to go help Louis. And, no doubt, get pushed off a roof. Which. Fair. And if he's pushed from this tower, he and Lestat may actually venture closer to being even, unlike in TVL.

The vibrating eye effect was much better this time. They remembered to keep the catchlight steady while his eye moves.

"Armand, put me in the coffin!" Oh my god I think they are setting up a reveal about "Put me in my coffin, Louis" from Murdernight. Setting up that the coffin is the safest place for them to heal, shut away from even a hint of sunlight, to sleep for however long they need to. So I am more and more sure that Louis has been lying about who slit Lestat's throat for so long, and had so much paranoia about his mind being read, that he has come to believe it himself.

If Louis is being smart, he chose to stay with Armand so he could find out where Lestat is. If he's not being smart, it's nothing new. Louis makes his choices with his heart, like many of us do. We love him for that.

This is a true codependent relationship. One needs the other, the other needs to be needed. Assad is so right about it not being love, and Armand not even knowing what love would look like. Armand thinks love is serving, worshiping, a sacrifice of the self with nothing in return, no reciprocity. In reality, Armand doesn't think he can be loved, so he settles for being needed. And the cruelty a codependent is capable of when the person dependent on them spits in their face, the enabling, the self-hate--I really could write an entire lengthy meta about this, as someone who used to attend Codependents Anonymous (like Al-Anon, but for people who learned it outside of relationships with addicts). This is rather different from the books, where Armand's dependence on Marius was semi-inadvertently reinforced, but...considering the kind of emotional support Marius expected him to be at his age, multiply it by six times as long as the relationship lasted in the books, it makes a lot of sense this way.

Loumand. Is. So. They both wanted out in this incident. I absolutely believe Armand was going to leave--he left in the book over a far, far less horrible confrontation, and he looked crushed with just a hint of happiness when Louis wanted him to stay (god, Assad, you're so fucking good). Once again, wanting out, but he can't cut the cord himself. He's too weak to being wanted and/or needed. Louis, meanwhile...I think he made his offer partly to save Daniel, but there's also so much apathy.

Preview for next week. I'm surprised at how Louis is talking about Claudia, about her being a burden. And once again, I'm reluctant to fall back on the "it's Armand fucking with brains again" explanation because there's clearly a limit to what Armand will do with his power, or else he would just hypno-spell Louis into all sorts of shit. There is too much Louis knows and resents, the coven is too out of control, and there's too much defiance from Claudia for him to be using it enough to explain everything that makes me go "hm." I think part of the point in the turn Louis and Claudia's relationship has taken is that sometimes, our closest relationships go bad, and we don't always have a chance to make things right before we lose them for good.

I love all these messy bitches.

They are so setting us up for Marius.

Yes hugging Yarnmand helped.

[sussicaia]

love is stored in the comment sections of youtube lofi and study with me compilations

[becca4leafclover]

waiiiitt I just realized the reason why I love QSMP so much as a concept is because it's kind of like my childhood growing up overseas oh my goooodddddd what if i cried

[imliterallyellie]

is this thing on? 🎤

nsfw, mdni

pregnancy love-making with ellie

a/n this is lowkey bad chat! also not proofread. nothing i ever write is proofread!

you loved being pregnant, really. the thought of a little human growing inside of your belly was one that you'd never grow old of. the prospect of living happily ever after with your girlfriend and a little kid of your own was so enticing, you didn't even have to think twice the moment ellie proposed you two could start trying for a baby.

your ivf journey had been far from easy, to say the least. not just for you, not just for your girlfriend but also for your relationship as a whole. failed try after failed try, it was hard not to give up on your shared dream of raising a little baby together. after countless drives up and down the country visiting different clinics, getting advice from a dozen different doctors, however many late night arguments between the two of you and many, many failed tries, you were finally met with that double line on your pregnancy test. POSITIVE, it said. even after blinking profusely and pinching yourself in the arm to make sure you weren't dreaming, those 8 letters remained very visible on the little screen of the test.

the best part of it so far had been telling ellie. you found out when she was at work, and decided not to tell her over the phone - wanting it to be a little more personal than a text. her reaction was priceless, really. after the tears, the plenty of soul-crushing hugs and however many "i can't believe it" she had in her, came the seemingly never-ending night where ellie could just not keep her hands off you, as if she wouldn't be able to have her way with you anymore on day 2 of your pregnancy.

the first couple months were pure bliss. despite your best efforts to convince ellie that you were still capable of doing dishes or walking your dog, she wouldn't let you move a finger since you found out you were pregnant. she would come home late from work, already picking up extra shifts to cover your absence from work, insisting on cleaning your shared apartment because "her pregnant girl deserves a clean house".

although as time went on, you started to experience more and more discomfort from the little gremlin growing in your belly. once you hit the start of your third trimester it was as if your mood had completely shifted. you couldn't get around the aches anymore, the pressure on your joints was unbearable and let's not even talk about the amount of times you had to go to the bathroom a day - let's say your water bill was suspiciously higher than usual the last couple of months. with the physical pain came the emotional toll. as much as you tried to embrace the process of growing a kid in your belly, you couldn't help but start feeling down the last couple of weeks.

as much as your girlfriend tried to make you feel better about the whole situation, it didn't really help. you hated that you needed a supporting arm from ellie to do whatever you wanted to do, you hated that you couldn't walk up the stairs anymore without taking a break halfway, you hated that you couldn't even grab a snack from the top shelf anymore without having to ask for help, you didn't like the sight of yourself in the mirror, you felt ugly. you felt too much, you felt like a bore.

so ellie wasn't surprised at all when she came home from work on friday night, finding you curled up into a ball on the couch trying to find some comfort in your umpteenth rewatch of Friends and a bowl of popcorn at hand's reach.

she kicked off her shoes and hung her coat on the rack trying her best not to disturb you too much, quickly heating up some pre-made dinner she picked up from the store on her way home. she brought the bowl of spaghetti bolognese with her to the sofa, crouching down next to your face, which was a little puffed up due to the crying you had been doing that evening.

she caressed your cheek with her hand that wasn't holding her plate and pressed a soft kiss to your nose before speaking up. "had another rough day, baby?" you nodded and nuzzled your face into your girlfriend's chest, listening to the sound of her heartbeat while she finished her dinner.

ellie left your side after a couple minutes to quickly rinse out her dishes and came back, carefully helping you get up from the sofa. "let's get you to bed mhm, my love?" you felt too tired to speak up, so you just stood up and leant into your girlfriend's side while she led you to your shared bedroom, preparing for another restless night.

you went through your nighttime routine without too much of a struggle. despite your girlfriend having to help you to get out and in of your clothes, you freshened up your face and brushed your teeth before getting in bed.

on days like this, you and ellie tended to finish the day talking to each other, about everything and nothing trying to divert your thoughts from the burning aches in your stomach and back. but this time, your girlfriend clearly had other plans.

it had been a while since the both of you had been anywhere near sexually active. ellie had reassured you that it wasn't because you weren't sexually appealing anymore with a big belly - it was quite the opposite, really - but you decided to take it slow, not wanting to put more strain on a body that was already being put through so much. but sometimes, on days where you felt like you had the weight of the world on your shoulders, all you needed was some mind-blowing sex.

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ

so that's how you got here, completely splayed out on your feathery mattress, naked body on full display for your lover. you were nervous, to say the least. but ellie made sure not a single insecure thought made it's way into your head.

"you look so, so pretty like this, baby" "growin' a lil baby in here huh? god you're doing so good" "y'gonna be such a great mama" "been wanting to do this for so long"

you had missed this, missed her raspy voice whispering sweet nothings in your ear, missed the sensation of her breath tickling your neck, missed the feeling of her fingers tracing patterns into your inner thighs before she slid them through your folds, who were soaking wet.

"god, baby, you're so wet f'me huh? missed my fingers so much?" your cunt glistened with your juices mixed with your girlfriend's spit. clenching around nothing, there was no need in denying that a little teasing and touching had gotten you extremely worked up.

ellie knew that you didn't want to be teased today, you didn't want to have to wait, to beg, all you needed was the comfort of her fingers inside of you, stretching you out and spreading warmth all through your body.

your girlfriend slid a finger inside, both of you surprised at how easily it went in. you felt your cheeks heat up, a small smile playing on your girlfriend's lips. she showed mercy today, and decided not to tease you about it. she needed this as much as you needed this, if not even more. so she decided to just keep going, to give you what you want and what you deserve.

a second finger followed suit, giving you that delicious stretch you were craving. ellie hovered over your pregnant body and nuzzled her face in your neck, pressing sweet, open-mouthed kisses and whispering praises in your ear, trying to make the experience as comfortable and pleasant as possible for you.

you couldn't hold back the near-pornographic noises that were leaving your mouth the second ellie started thrusting her fingers in and out of you, after having given you some time to adjust. you were tight around her fingers, your cunt harshly sucking her back in every time she retreated her hand.

the knot in your stomach started building way too soon for your liking, so you told ellie to slow down. "mhm, none of that, baby. i wanna make you feel good, 'kay? we'll just go another time, i won't stop 'til you're satisfied."

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fair to say, ellie kept that promise. an hour and multiple orgasms later, your body was absolutely spent. she carefully picked herself off the bed and went into the bathroom to get you a warm cloth, cleaning up the mess she made between your thighs. she came back and carefully closed the bathroom door, not wanting to disrupt your peace. ellie climbed in bed next to you, patiently waiting until you found a spot in which you were comfortable, resting your head on her chest. the sound of her heartbeat calmed you down, a much-needed change to the fast-paced evening you and her just experienced.

"thank you, els. i needed that." "anything for you, my love."

fair to say you and ellie discovered a bit more of your pregnancy sex together, before you had a little gremlin running around the house that was strongly going to limit your private time together.

[acotarxreader]

Other Worlds

Azriel x reader

Synopsis: Nesta accidentally pulls you from our realm into theirs and a certain Spymaster can't help but be enamoured.

Original Request: "So I was wondering if you could do like Reader is from the modern world but ends up in the ACOTAR world, and ends up like falling in love with one of batboys."

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of cuts from a fall, my silly wordplay

A/N: I loved writing this, it really had me in my silly sense of humor (at one point Azriel is jealous because he thinks Xanax is a person) and just like also so happy to have written my first request! I hope you like it Anon and tolerate my silliness.

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“Do you think she’s dead?”

“Hard to say, you fall that height and would expect it” Nesta gently rocked the body back and forth with the sole of her shoe and you groaned.

“This is exactly why you shouldn’t practice without Amren Nesta” Feyre bit out.

“And how was I supposed to know that a human would fall out of the sky? And besides, I did catch her before she hit the ground” Feyre gave a huff to her sister’s bored tone. 

“But not before all the trees Nesta”

“Details, details”

“Rhys is gonna kill you, we have to move her before he finds out” Feyre got level with your marbling body, sticks and leaves sticking out of your hair from your fall through the canopy above. Nesta folded her arms across her chest in protest as Feyre rolled you onto your back, a deep whimper escaping your throat.

“Well she’s not dead”

“For now” Nesta raised an amused eyebrow before rolling her eyes and squatting to lift your feet as Feyre caught your shoulders with her own disapproving look. 

“Her clothes are so odd, is it continent fashion?”

“Hard to say, the material on her legs is so…dense?” Nesta replied, a thumb rolling over the cuff of your jeans, your Doc Marten burying into her sternum.

The two sisters carried your weak body through the hillside towards the cabin they had retreated to for a break from the Illyrians. They reached the humble home after a small uphill climb in the Winter air and gently placed you down on the couch again. The two stood then at the foot of the couch, unsure of what to do next with their new house guest, a thud from outside followed by a swear interrupting their thoughts. 

“Shit it's Azriel with the food supplies you forgot”

“You forgot” Feyre returned

“Whatever, here help me cover her” The two sisters sheathed you in a thick woollen blanket as Azriel pushed through the door causing the females to shoot straight up, standing shoulder to shoulder to try to hide you behind them. 

“Hey, I dropped a bottle of liquor on the path sor- what are you two doing?” he looked suspiciously at the two, plopping the crate of food down by the mouth of the door. 

“Nothing!” their heads snapped to one another at the same time, cursing their simultaneous reply. 

“You two have the same look on your face that Cassian had when he was trying to hide the blood ruby he got from Summer Court after his experiment with arson” he gave a laugh that turned nervous when the females didn’t do the same, another almost panicked glance shared between them. 

“Well if that’s all Az, thanks for coming” Feyre made a quick movement to Azriel, catching his shoulders and turning him back towards the door, Nesta taking a wide stance to try to obscure more of you. 

“Fucking hell” your voice rattled out in pain as you pushed to sit up, the wool sinking down to your lap as your heavy hand found your bleeding head. Azriel’s eyes grew to nearly the width of his skull as he looked frantically between Nesta and Feyre. 

“She did it!” they said in unison again, pointing to one another. 

“Oh Rhys is going to kill you” he whispered angrily, moving to the couch as Nesta sidestepped, throwing an anxious look at Feyre.

“Whe-re the fuck a-m I? What happ-ened?” your hand traced through your thick hair, branches catching in the locks. You squeezed your eyes together tightly, trying to bring the cozy cabin into focus before swinging your legs to the ground and supporting your weight with one arm. Your movement went entirely still as you looked up to find the three members of the Night Court staring at you with matching bewilderment. 

“Am-am I dead?” Your stare landed on Azriel’s wings, conclusions forming quickly.

“No unfortunately not” Feyre elbowed Nesta into the ribs as Azriel analysed your whole figure with his hazel eyes, his shadows swirled around his feet until they wrapped around yours. Your shriek of pure terror caused them to dash back to their master. 

“You're okay!” Azriel tried but it was too late, you were in full panic mode, your system shutting down in utter distress until you felt your blood pressure hit the soles of your feet after hitting the ceiling, sending you into a loss of consciousness. 

“Nice going you big bat, you killed her” Azriel gave a dirty look towards Nesta, her eyes rolling for the thousandth time that day. 

“Send for Madja-”

“-Rhys will kill Nesta for this”

“Well I think her little magic trick will die without her” Feyre folded her arms into her chest, weighing up the options. 

“We could give her the tonic that's here, let her heal without everyone gawking at her at home. I’ll go back with Nesta and explain, by the time we’re here again perhaps she’ll be healed and Amren will be home from her travels and can send her back” 

“And am I supposed to play healer Feyre?”

“Well you have more experience with healing because of the battlefield than us and besides, Nesta isn’t known for her bedside manner” Azriel sighed before rubbing a hand across his face at Feyre’s logic, she showed him how you got here in his head to help her point.

“Okay fine, go but if she dies, I’m not to blame” They nodded in agreement, taking another look at your floppy body before heading for the door with their things, kicking the box of supplies out of the way. 

Azriel lifted your legs slowly back onto the couch before fetching a dish full of mountain water and healing tonic. He hovered the cloth over one of your large gashes that had cut straight through your straight-leg jeans. He looked over your body, unable to hide his curiosity towards the university logo decorating your sweatshirt, the deep purple colouring at the very ends of your hair as well as the multiple pieces of metal piercing through your ear's cartilage. Despite the series of cuts and bruises generously coating you, Azriel believed you might be the most beautiful creature he had ever seen and you were entirely out for the count. 

He sighed, dropping the cloth back into the dish and going to make tea with another healing concoction. He rolled his shoulders back and tucked his wings in as tight as possible to minimise their appearance before gently tapping your shoulder to bring you around. When that didn’t work, he fetched one of Cassian’s training boots and ran it beneath your nose, you stirred immediately. You went to shoot up in shock, his strong steady hand, gently pressing you back down. 

“You’re okay, you…you just fell but you’re okay.” he said as softly as possible, the ease of his voice unable to settle the rising worry across your face. 

“I-I fell?” he gave you a small nod, not entirely a lie he thought to himself. 

“Fucking hell my head-” you once again ran your hands down your face, the dry blood slightly flaking in the movement “-do you have any paracetamol or something?”

“Para-what-almol?” Azriel’s eyebrow raised in question before he reached for the tea he made for you from the small table behind him. You removed your hands from your face and looked towards the squatting Illyrian, taking in the beautiful male in front of you, pain being replaced by embarrassment. You pushed up despite his disapproval look, returning to the same position you were in before you fainted.

“Sorry, I should-I should go? Emm…where are we?” 

“This is Velaris”

“Velentia?! How did I get here?!” You shot to your feet in surprise, the blood rushing and sending you shakenly back to the soft fabric almost as quickly. 

“No, I’m not sure where that is but you’re not there, here take this” he passed the cup with a half laugh and you looked down unconvinced. 

“No thanks man, not here to be poisoned” Azriel scoffed in slight offense as he watched you wince to put it back on the small table. You look down at your freshly ripped jeans, your fingers tracing the fresh wounds. 

“I’m Azriel” His voice brought your eyes back to him as he passed you the soaked cloth, allowing you to run it over the gashes. 

“YN” You gave a small smile back, fighting the singe of the elixir. 

“YN? That’s an odd name”

“You say that as if there’s an Azriel at every petrol station in town” You half laugh, more questions entering Azriel’s head than answers. Azriel rose to his feet and headed into the kitchen with the abandoned groceries as you finished with your leg, starting on your forehead. 

“No paper here or something?” Azriel looked towards you as you took the cabin in in all its glory, Feyre’s artwork the object of your marvelling. 

“They’re Feyre’s, she was here earlier. She went a bit mad up here when she found out Rhysand was her mate”

“Mate? Oh she’s like Australian?”

“What? You speak in riddles” he laughed, joining your side on the couch with his own cup of tea. You looked at it with an air of hunger, not unnoticed by the Spymaster, he looked from the cup to your face. 

“You can drink it YN, it’s not poisoned, here look I’ll take a sip” You watched him take a taste before offering it back to you where you took it from him, its fresh floral taste having an almost reviving effect, you drank it almost one gulp. 

“Now, I’m afraid you can’t go home just y-”

“Fuck I knew it! What’s in this tea?! I’m being kidnapped!” You shot towards the door, almost knocking the dish of water all over the floor, sending Azriel swearing. You reached your exit and with a wave of his hand, Azriel locked it from the inside.

“YN, no one is going to hurt you, you just, this is going to be hard to explain, one of my…friends brought you here by accident” You still tried to pull on the knob of the door, glancing from it to Azriel as he stood to close the distance.

“Stay back! I know self-defence!” Azriel couldn’t hold his laugh at the small human girl before him threateningly looking at him. He went to catch your arm softly, only for you to send your heavy-booted Doc straight into his instep, followed by the base of your palm up and into his nose, the shock of your sudden movement catching him off guard. He groaned slightly reaching for his nose as it bled, missing your hand reaching for the keys in your pocket and the mace on the keychain. Azriel roared at the feeling of the spray of chemicals burning into his eyes, sending him onto the floor writhing in pain.

“Fuck! Fine! Die in the snow!” He shouted out, waving his hand and releasing the door. You hardly heard him, whipping the door back as the now night air lashed in near-freezing gails of icy snow. You fought the tornado of air as you put the oak door between you and it, sliding down the wood to the ground, your body screaming in pain still from the fall. Azriel sat up, still blinking hard to clear the burning liquid. 

“And you thought I’d be the one to use poison” A breathy laugh left him as his red eyes watered and you found yourself matching his smile.

“I promise I won’t kill you, if you don’t kill me” he gave you a genuine look and for some reason you felt such a wave of trust hit you. You agreed, too tired to run from him or face the snow and you rolled your head along the door before looking back at the Illyrian, tracing your eyes along his linen shirt and leather pants

“Are you in a motorbike gang or something?”

“Gods I hope you start making sense soon” he pushed up from the ground, doing his best to not untuck his wings for balance. You looked up at him and reluctantly took the hand he offered, noting the deep scaring covering them like burls on a tree. He followed your eyes to his hands before he gingerly took them back to replace them across his still-stinging eyes. Azriel threw himself back down on the couch and you followed suit.

“I’m sorry about the-” you gestured to your own eyes and he gave a small laugh.

“It’s okay, I’m impressed a human would have such speed, to be honest”

“Human? And what are you a fish?” 

“No” he didn’t return your laughing tone, only reaching for your disregarded cloth and placing it over his eyes. Your hand ran down the side of your jeans until you retrieved your phone, the screen fully destroyed from your dance with the trees. 

“Great” you sighed, throwing it down on the table, Azriel watching the action. 

“Nesta couldn’t save your mirror from the fall?”

“Nesta? Rhysand? Azriel? No one called like Dave around here?” 

“Not really the fashion in Prythian” he smiled.

“Prythian? Like from the children's stories?” you chuckled at him.

“No, Prythian like the realm” he tossed the cloth back into the dish, the red in his eyes subsiding. 

“My mom used to tell me stories about Prythian and these like great bat boy warriors with these really big-big-win…” you trailed off as you looked to see the shape of Azriel’s wings over his shoulder. 

“Really big? Well, thanks for the flattery” He laughed aloud as your face greyed. 

“Fuck, it’s happened, studying for my physics final has finally driven me insane, this is all in my head, a stress-induced dream” Azriel reached to your thigh and gave you a gentle pinch following your matter-of-fact speech, causing you to flinch a little.

“Okay so not a dream…”

“Not a dream, my brother’s lovely ma-wife’s sister, pulled you through a sort of rip in the realm and landed you here…not very carefully might I add” He said softly so as to not have you black out again, you nodded very very slowly to his words. You faced away from him, fixing your stare on the smashed phone, you thought of your physics lectures. The theories of tears in the fabric of time being possible, the possibility of alternative realities, the possibility of unexplored realms before settling finally that this wasn’t a possibility, this was a reality. 

“So, okay, right-” you bit your lip, working through the thought, Azriel trying to push the shiver down his spine away at that action “-okay cool, right, so I’m gonna need like an excuse note or something for the exam and then, right, cool, Xanax maybe”

“Is Xanax a friend of yours who can help?” Your head shot towards Azriel at his genuine question and you let a roar of laughter leave you. 

“Definitely although I don’t think they’re here somehow” you offered with a smirk, Azriel feeling a weird sense of jealousy at not being the object of this smile. 

“Well, we’ll make do and try to get you home” You nodded sheepishly to him.

“Do you not want to go home YN? You seemed pretty eager when you tried to break my nose earlier” he smiled and you gently knocked into his shoulder playfully. 

“I mean…I’m not in a rush to get back to the test” 

“Okay well, it will be a day or two before my friends are back and Rhys has calmed down over Nesta bringing you to greet us so you’ll have time. As for now, care to have something to eat? You can help me make it so we both know neither is trying to poison the other” he gave a light laugh while standing again, and you followed him along to the kitchen. 

For the rest of the night, the both of you spent your time cooking, laughing and teaching one another about your worlds. Azriel explained the Courts, his role and his family’s as well as giving a shortened version of their relationships with one another. In return, you told him about your studies, what Instagram was and how democracy works. Azriel wasn’t sure he’d ever felt such strong feelings towards someone he’d just met before and it confused him almost as much as what microwaves were. 

“Here you go, a glass of our best liquor, you deserve it” Azriel passed you the tumbler as you sat cross-legged on the couch beneath the woollen blanket you were previously hidden under.

“Oh slay”

“No, I didn’t kill anything to get this for you” You almost choked on the drink with the laugh that left you at his confused words. 

“No Azriel it’s like-actually maybe I’ll explain drag culture to you another day” He nodded eagerly at the prospect of learning more, sinking into the couch alongside you with his own drink. 

“So have you girlf-mate type person like Feyre and Rhys?”

“No, no girlf-mate type person-” he teased back and you sighed, clipping him with the pillow from under your elbow “-do you?”

“Nope, to be honest, I don’t think I’ll be missed from home, I lost my parents young and never really found my flock at college either” you shrugged. 

“How could anyone not miss you YN?”

“You have to say that, you’re my captor”

“Actually Nesta captured you, I’m just minding you-” You returned his smirk “-speaking of which, time for sleep, tomorrow they should be back to figuring getting you home for your exam” you whined like a misbehaving child but you’d been fighting off sleep since dinner so agreed with him.

He lead you to his room in the cabin before offering you one of his clean linen shirts and leaving you to sleep. You practically swam in the fabric, with no wings or Illyrian muscles to fill it out, feeling the same way about the colossal bed that you slipped into. You looked up at the ceiling where Feyre had painted delicate little consolations, the day washing over you, had all your prayers finally been answered? You smiled as you gave into the sleep that hunted you all day.

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“We are sending her back!”

“Amren can’t guarantee she’ll end up in her realm, she’s not going anywhere!” You wiped the sleep from your eyes, Azriel's blunt tone waking you from the best sleep of your life.

“She can’t stay here Az!”

“And what if she ends up somewhere a lot worse, she coul-oh YN you’re awake” You looked from the doorway between the two gorgeous Illyrians. 

“This is Rhysand”

“Oh, your majesty I suppose” you did a half bow after stepping closer to the males, a small laugh leaving Rhysand at the action. 

“Don’t flatter him YN”

“YN, flatter me if that would make you happy” he grinned, Azriel rolling his eyes. 

“You’re exactly as described” You shrugged at him, settling down on the couch between where the lllyrians stood

“I would like to apologies for Nesta’s…interuption to your day to day life and more so for…probably being all Nesta when you woke up” Rhysand offered, Azriel folding his arms tightly across his chest as he inspected you closely, you in his shirt may now be his favourite sight. Rhysand watched the slight change in his brothers demanour at your presence, this increasing his worry. 

“Now YN, it’s time we get you back to-”

“-I heard you guys say you can’t say for certain I’ll get home” you cut across Rhysand, his eyes darting back to you, Azriel trying to bury his smirk.

“I’m confident we know how to get you there”

“Okay cool, so Feyre will accompany me” 

“What?” Rhysand bit out.

“Well its just if you’re so sure you’ll get me in the right spot, surely you’ll have no issue allowing Feyre to accompany me yanno, since you’re confident” Azriel lost his battle in holding in his smirk. 

“She’s got you there Rhys, if one of us wouldn’t do it, why should she?”

“Because she doesn’t belong here” Rhysand chewed out, locking eyes with his brother.

“She is sitting right here and she isn’t going near any wormhole or whatever if you’re not sure I’d get there safe” You forced his attention back to your with your sharp words.

“Who said anything about worms?”

“YN has a habit of speaking in riddles” Azriel sat alongside you, giving you a somewhat proud smile, his arm instinctively resting on the back of the couch behind you. 

“YN, I’m sure you’re great but I can almost guarantee that our world is vastly different to yours, it’s a lot to take on for your mortal mind, perhaps we could arrange a home for you in the mortal realm?” you tilted your head side to side weighing up his offer before Azriel replied for you.

“I can teach her our ways, I can school her like you did Feyre” Rhysand sighed out but couldn’t deny the way Azriel looked at you and you at him was deeply familiar to him. 

“Fine, a week, you may stay a week and if it doesn’t work out then the mortal realm it is, we’ll set you up with a nice manor and you’ll live very comfortably”

“Like Downton Abbey?” you teased despite your audience.

“I’m not familiar with that region”

“Is that where the drag culture is?”

“Of sorts” you laughed at Azriel and his quizzical words, his hazel eyes so enamoured by the sight, further cementing Rhysand’s suspicions. Rhysand sighed deeply ensuring you agreed to the terms and to be taught by Azriel before he left to continue to reprimand Nesta. 

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Over the next week it became abundantly clear that despite being from two different realms, you and Azriel were made for one another. You both had the same humor and intelligence as well as thirst for knowledge. You continued to teach him about your home and he taught you about the new world around you and the more you learned the less you wanted to leave. On your first day in Velaris, you thought your heart may burst with the growing love for the place and even more so for your guide. 

“And then Cass completely blew the building up, I thought the vein was going to burst in Rhysand’s head” Azriel tilted his head back and laughed loudly while you both crossed the bridge of the Sidra, your last official day in the Night Court before you had to decide. Somewhere along the way, Azriel and your hands became interlocked and forgot to separate.

“You live such insane lives here”

“And you could too” he stopped you in your tracks, his eyes warming over your body as he looked down on you, the sinking sun reflecting off of the snow. 

“Maybe with less arson though” he added with a grin you loved so much. 

“Az, I’d love to stay but-”

“-No, just say ‘Az I’d love to stay’ and leave it there” he fought his faltering smile as you looked down at his shoes, both hands held in his now. 

“But Az-” you couldn’t find the end of the sentence, the words lost on Azriel’s lips as they met yours with such searing passion. His mouth slotted over yours with such a perfect fit it was like they were always meant to be there. You stood further on your toes to deepen the kiss as his hands traced around the nape of your neck and yours landed around his torse. You separated when the need for air almost matched the need to never let go. 

“I-I can’t remember the end of my last thought” you laughed lightly and he grinned. “So you’ll stay?”

“I don’t think I was ever going to be able to walk away from you…well not without mace anyways” you smiled back into another kiss, the second of many many more.

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Part Two

[cesiscribbles]

OK SO

I had an idea snippet for the ending of the Ineffable Family series but it made me sad and I dunno if I will ever draw it so Im just gonna share my idea with you in written form:

(btw It's not fanfic quality, it's more messy bulletpoints written out within 5min or so)

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Astra is growing up, getting older and lives a happy life amongst human society with her parents on earth. One day she falls in love with a human and they share the kind of deep bond like Azi and Crowley do. At some point Astra even announces that they gonna get married and her parents are super excited and want to make her the bestest wedding gift ever.

They wrack their brains over what this gift could be for a quite a while but nothing seemed right.

A book? To generic and boring. A kitchen aid? Nah, probably an other persons idea already. Money? Missing the deep meaning behind it.

It's one day before the wedding and Astra asks Crowley and Azira to meet at their special spot at a wonderful lonely flower field somewhere in the nowhere. They loved to visit this special place and spend hours being together, having picknicks or gaze at the stars (Yes, in this version Crowley can see stars). C+A arrive at the spot where Astra is already waiting for them and they are quite curious why she wanted to meet up here.

Astra turns around and looks at them with a smile, but it's a mix of a happy and sad one.

She knows what she would like the gift to be and she describes how she feels different from all the angels and demons and that she never experienced an existence before the beginning or witnessed when everything started. She loved growing up between humans and experience change herself. But she knows her true love, her human, will wither away in what feels just like an eye blink in the life of an immortal being.

Astra comes closer to her parents and holds their hands, telling them how much she loves them and apologizes that what she will say next, won't be easy.

The best gift, she could ever ask for is Azira and Crowley combining their powers and making her mortal.

Ofc both seem bewildered at such request and try to talk sense to their daughter but in the end they recognized that they would have done the same for their partner because a life without them would hurt too much.

With a heavy heart A+C respect Astra's wish and grand it to her.

She lives a happy life with her human, both equally growing older and A+C watching over them like guardian angels to make sure no sickness or harm comes into their house... till the day they have to say goodbye.

Astra and her love are not going to Heaven or Hell. They return back to the stars where they can be together and where A+C can see them from earth.

And then the end says

"Ad Astra"

(lat.= to the stars)

[drykaktusi]

Choso dating head cannons

Warnings: none, short and sweet. We stan Choso in this household.

A/n: first time posting a fic on Tumblr, English isn't my first language btw.

Words: 899

Although it has its ups and downs, dating Choso is a wonderful experience. Choso is a very reserved and stoic guy, he doesn't look like it but as soon as you get mentioned he turns as red as a tomato and completely shuts down inside.

While Choso is aware of human relationships and meaning of love, he never thought it would happen to him. He stresses about it often and thinks something is wrong with him. He'll even go as far as to check his temperature to see if he is sick and will deny his feelings for you, but ultimately the butterflies in his stomach and the way his pale cheeks burn up when he sees you will be too bothersome not to acknowledge.

It will take a while for him to confess, he didn't want to mess up anything and ruin your very awesome friendship. he tries to pick up on the clues you put down, to see if you reprocate his feelings and even though you clearly do his fear of rejection is too great. In the end it took encouragement from his brothers to confess to you.

His confession would be short and sweet, he'll pull up to your door one evening with comically big pink flowers in a banquet (he googled romantic ways to confess to someone and this came up). He didn't want to die from embarrassment so he blurted a quick *I like you do you want to go out* in a monotone voice and hoped for the best. When you said yes, he was over the moon and dancing inside, but he didn't show much On the outside, just smiled, nodded and left.

Like many other dates you two go on later, first date with him will be somewhere quit like a late night stroll together. You two will talk about any subject that comes to mind and because Choso is more of a listener, you'd be the one talking most of the time and you'll occasionally get a nod and a "mhm" form him. He Just loves the way your voice sounds and could listen to you all day without getting tired.

I'd imagine you're his first ever partner, so that means he has little to no experience. So bear with him as he tries to navigate through things couples do. He definitely introduces his brothers to you and if you get along with them, he will be more than happy that his favourite people are hanging out.

The first kiss with him feels like a sweet dream, even if it's a bit awkward. It was your fifth date and a week you two were officially a couple. He took you to a sushi restaurant which is one of his favourite foods. After you two were done, you two decided to go to an abandoned building for some reason, and as you talked a sudden feeling of courage took over him. He held your face with his cold hands and planted a short kiss on your lips.

Somehow, after he pulled back, he was the one who was more embarrassed, but quickly got over it when you returned the kiss a little more hungry which got him weak in the knees.

His love language is a physical touch, both giving and receiving. He reassures and comforts you with his touch, but isn't too clingy to not make you uncomfortable. He likes to randomly give you hugs just because he wanted to, you're simply irresistible to him and every time he sees you he has an urge to touch you with his body. He also loves it when you are being touchy. Loves it when you two share kisses on the lips or on the cheeks.

This man loves cuddling, whether it'll be during the day or when you two are falling asleep on a shared bed. he didn't know he enjoyed snuggling and cuddling this much until he met you. It Doesn't matter if you are shorter or taller than him, during cuddling he'll want to be the big spoon. He doesn't mind if you aren't as touchy as him and like to keep a little bit of distance while asleep, he'll just simply hold your hand. You Being around him is enough.

It also doesn't matter if you're heavier than him, he can and will pick you up. He likes to carry you around in your house. He also walks around topless🙂. His morning voice is deeper and a bit more hoarse.

He loves when you touch his hair in any sort of way, play with his hair and he'll melt to a puddle On the spot. You can play a game where you pretend to be a stylist and do his hair in many unique ways, in a ponytail, a braid, he doesn't care.

He'll also do your makeup and hair if you ask. If your hair is on the thick side and rather hard to deal with, he'll do a lot of research and try his best to help you with it.

He doesn't really like to go out, preferring to stay indoors with you. But if you do go out, he'll be protective towards you as he is to his brothers. He'll become a giant watchdog. Anyone who tries to bother you quickly gets scared when they see him looming behind you with a stoic face.

Overall 10/10 without an unbiased opinion 🙂

[derangedanomaly]

Woi!! You're still taking requests, right? If it's okay, can you do any sanses x fem!reader who's kinda like Niffty from hazbin hotel? You know, like obsessed with cleaning, extremely hyper, and a little,,, deranged? [Cute emoji]

Bonus points if reader is short. The chaotic little rat <3

Yes! I love my girl Niffty! I swear, she's so silly. I think that this is a fun request! Thank you! And since you left me to pick out the Sanses, I'll do those that aren't requested much! Thank you for the request!

Masterlist

SANS AUS X READER THAT ACTS LIKE NIFFTY

(Sci, Fresh, Epic, Horror, Ink)

Sci:

Likes having you around, because you clean up his lab 💀

I swear, he tries to clean it up, but he just doesn't have patience and the time for it.

You're a blessing for real.

The thing he's not very happy about, is how hyper you are.. you have too much energy, that you sometimes mess up an experiment of his on accident.

He tried to observe why you're so hyper all the time, but you just kept staring at him, doing absolutely nothing

He got shocked when he realized that you completely took over his normally busy schedule.

Doesn't comment on your height, but he will laugh whenever you're trying to get something that's too high up.

Do you need a lift?

He doesn't know why, or how, but you somehow wormed your way to his heart.. this needs to be figured out!

Fresh:

The first thing he immediately noticed, (besides your height), is that you like to stare. A lot.

He gets a little uncomfortable at your staring... So he will probably just leave while you're having your own staring contest. 💀 (Him?? UNCOMFORTABLE?! The skeleton that makes everyone else uncomfortable??? Well that's a first.)

Laughs whenever you're running around cleaning everything. But when he accidentally mentions that his house is a mess, he'll immediately freeze upon noticing the FATAL mistake he just did. 💀

Shares the same amount of hyper energy as you. Which makes you a pretty good duo. That's rad brah!

I swear, everyone audibly groans whenever they see you two together. They just know that it's gonna be pretty unbearable when you're both involved.

Likes your shortness. Gives him an excuse to hold you. ❤️

Epic:

Lmao this meme master constantly jokes about your height.

Tell the bugs I said hi.💀

Doesn't appreciate whenever you're cleaning because you pay no attention to him! :(

But you're a pretty good motivation if he does say himself. Like, you're always so determined to clean everything you come across! It's a motivation, really.

Doesn't know what to think about your derangement. Kinda creeps him out at times, not gonna lie.

Horror:

Horror is pretty big, so you look like a leaf next to him.

But the difference is, is that Horror is like a cuddly bear towards you, and you're like a menace to society.

It makes him feel warm whenever he finds you cleaning.

After awhile, Horror will probably start to think that you're a married couple. You're cleaning for him, cooking for him (which he helps you out with), hell, you do SO many things for him. (He's just confused with what your relationship is 😭)

He likes how deranged you are. Makes him at ease knowing that you won't freak out when he brings a dead human home.

He keeps saying that you're like his sun. (MY HEART)

Ink:

You're both short asf. So when he makes a comment about you being short, you make one right back.

You're both just stuck in a never ending insult game about your heights. 💀

Doesn't get why you're always cleaning. He doesn't see the point if it's gonna get dirty again anyways.

The only thing he probably likes about you is how hyper you are. (You're matching energies.)

You, Fresh and Ink would be a really dangerous trio 💀

Overall, you both don't really get along. But that's only because Ink is always salty. 🙄

[aphroditelovesu]

Yandere!Stefan Salvatore Romantic Headcanons, please, I love everything you wrote ❤️🔥

❝ 🧛 — lady l: of course! I hope you like these headcanons, I made them in a hurry, but with love! And thank you, I'm very happy to hear that! ❤️❤️

❝tw: obsessive and overprotective behavior, mention of murder and toxic relationships.

❝🧛pairing: yandere!stefan salvatore x gender neutral!reader.

Stefan is very passionate and shows it in the best way possible. He's the traditional romantic, opening doors for you, holding your hand, and giving you gifts he thinks you might want. He puts you above everything and everyone, always prioritizing his desires above his own. You are very important to him and he will always show you how much he loves and cherishes you.

Stefan always makes a point of sending flowers unexpectedly, just to see your smile light up the room. He also loves writing old-fashioned letters, expressing his deepest feelings and making it clear how much you mean to him.

Besides, he loves surprising you with small gestures of affection, like preparing a romantic candlelit dinner or arranging special outings for the two of you. His dedication and attention to detail show how passionate he is about you. He may not necessarily eat food, but if you are human, he will be happy to prepare it for you.

But if you are a vampire, Stefan will make sure to give you his blood whenever you want. Although vampire blood isn't the most nutritious, he doesn't like the idea of ​​you feeding on other people, of touching them in such an intimate way. He prefers that you feed on animal blood, but he is aware that not all vampires are used to it, so he prefers to give his blood to you.

In addition to the fact that vampires sharing blood is something intimate, much more than any other thing, so it is another way for him to have you.

He strives to create memorable moments and share unique experiences with you, like watching the sunset together in special places or dancing under the stars on quiet nights. He loves taking you out, whether it's to Mystic Grill or somewhere fancier, it's always perfect by your side.

Stefan is an extremely attentive partner and concerned about your well-being, adapting his demonstrations of love according to your needs and preferences. His willingness to make you feel special and prioritized shows how committed he is to the relationship. And you better believe that he's very committed to you.

But he is suffocating. Stefan tries not to be possessive and not hover over you, but... He can't help it, it's his protective instincts screaming at him to never leave you alone. Not with so many threats lurking. What if you were hurt? Kidnapped or murdered? Stefan goes into a frenzy just thinking about it. No, you shouldn't be alone.

He knows it can be suffocating and stressful for you to have him hovering, but that's his nature. Even more so if you're human. Stefan will always be close to you, either by your side or on the lookout, but he will be there and at the sign of any danger you will be taken to a safe place quickly.

Stefan is jealous but he tries not to be too possessive because he knows it's not a healthy thing and if he loses control he could end up hurting you and that's something he would never forgive himself if he did. He usually scares away his potential threats to you but if they are too insistent, Stefan will gut them alive. There is no other option.

He's not a bad romantic partner, he's far from it. But if Stefan succumbs to his protectiveness, his obsession and his vampiric instincts... Nothing good will come of it. You are everything to him and he can't lose you. Stefan can't lose the one person who loves him deeply, the one person he loves more than anything. He can't lose you.

Even if you try to leave him, he will still lurk, like a ghost watching you. Stefan just wants to make sure you're okay and there's nothing wrong with that, right? Just keep your mind straight and give him all the love in the world and Stefan will make up you for it.

He would hate to force you to love him, but that's not off limits.

[forgeofthenine]

So I learned somthing very interesting, its possible for humans to become tieflings through either some kind of infernal/magic stuff or a resurrection spell. Lets say human partner did so via magic spell gone wrong and is now a tiefling. How would Zevlor and Dammon feel about their partner now being a tiefling? Would they teach their parnter what it means to be a tiefling?

I love, love, love this prompt. I was looking forward to writing it and definitely got a few ideas in my head when I saw it come in. I hope you don't mind that I added Rolan!

There is a small amount of angst in here but there is comfort!

The bachelors when their partner accidentally becomes a tiefling

Dammon

Drops whatever he's holding when he sees you

He has to blink a few times to believe what he's seeing

Doesn't even speak as he comes up to brush his hands over your horns, not quite knowing if they're real at first

Once you being a tiefling settles in for Dammon it's one of the few times you'll see him genuinely angry

Not at you specifically, but he's angry about what happened

Please leave him to work his thoughts out in his forge for a couple hours

Once he's calmed down and ready to hear what exactly happened, his things get set down and he finally trudges inside to you

He'll wrap you up in his arms and rest his head on yours as you explain, pressing little kisses to the top of your head every so often

Dammon really doesn't want you to worry too much or for him to make you think he loves you any less now and he tells you as much

It takes some adjustment for him, but in time he actually comes to like your new features

He loves seeing tiefling instincts instill themselves in you, the way you wag your tail like a child, or how your ears twitch when you feel a strong emotion

Takes advantage of how sensitive your tail is take that how you will

It ends up becoming a bit endearing to Dammon despite his initial feelings

Zevlor

I'm sorry but this man is about to cry

After seeing and experiencing the persecution of his people having you now about to experience that puts him through so much pain

Please just hold him when you talk about it, at least just hold his hands as you talk him through it

He's so quiet as you tell him, and he listens so attentively to everything you say

Zevlor has never held you tighter than he did your first night as a tiefling

He just wants to protect you

Expect him to later ask that you either find a magic teacher or stop practicing magic outright

It takes him the longest to get used to, it's a very rough adjustment for him at first

Once he does, expect him to wrap his tail around yours all the time

Anything to feel close to you

Zevlor is also so helpful when you have questions about your new anatomy, even if you interrupt his work to ask things

He loves sharing with you what being a tiefling means

Rolan

Another situation that he screams

This man is shocked

Absolute freak out on his part

I'm not even joking when I say that you need to sit him down and actually calm him yourself

Rolan is silently fuming the entire time you tell him what happened

Similarly to Dammon, he is so angry at the situation though he's upset with you to start with too

Definitely asks why you didn't come to him for help

He feels so bad that he wasn't there for you, wonders if he's actually enough for you

You'll find Rolan in his study late that night, looking over every book he has about the subject that could help him turn you back

Lure him back to bed with kisses and promises of you holding him

Just about pulls out his hair trying to find a fix for the situation, and he never quite gives up

Once Rolan adjusts to everything he's actually very open to teasing you

Taunts you if you knock your horns against his while leaning your heads together, laughs when you ask for help putting on pants because your tail won't cooperate

He likes to kiss along the ridges on your back whenever he has you shirtless

These days, Rolan always sleeps better when your tail wraps around him and keeps him beside you

[elizaleclerc]

How I love your writing so much! 😭 I saw that you are taking requests / ideas so maybe something of Charles x famous singer reader where they break up and everyone kinda thinks he broke up with reader or it was just a mutual breakup but then reader comes out with a song similar to midnight rain by Taylor swift and ppl piece the pieces together + the lyrics and kinda realize that Charles proposed and reader said no. Just something angsty and with Charles and reader they tried remaining friends but obvi are still in love with reader just isn’t ready for such a commitment. Thank you and love u 😭

tysm for this amazing request xoxo

float in your orbit 🪐

charles leclerc x reader

summary: famous fem singer!reader releases music about her surprising breakup with long term partner charles leclerc

songs: i can do it with a broken heart by t.swift , this is me trying by t.swift , wildflower by b.eilish , champagne problems by t.swift , chloe or sam or sophia or marcus by t.swift :)

author's note: ahhhh my first request!!!! the topic is right up my alley i love love love it. hope u love it too <3 plenty of angst ahead for u x

word count: 2k

With a heavy heart, your fingers traced the same piano note over and over again. The sound was monotonous, a stark contrast to the busy and lively world of your recent world tour. Now, back in your New York City apartment, life seemed dull and uneventful. It was even more glum now that you were alone, with no one to share your thoughts and experiences with.

You sat hunched over the piano, staring at the black and white keys in front of you. Your eyes had a distant glare, as if lost in a deep and melancholic reverie. The city sounds outside seemed muted and far away, as your mind was stuck on pause. Every memory felt like it was on repeat, playing over and over again.

In this moment of isolation, all you could do was sit and reflect on the ups and downs of your career, the highs and lows of fame. The emptiness inside seemed to grow with each passing moment, until it consumed your whole being. You were trapped in a bubble of loneliness, yearning for human connection but unable to break free from the walls surrounding you.

Charles had been your partner for five years. When you were first rising to stardom in the music world, you received an invitation to perform the national anthem at a prestigious Formula One race. As you stood on the track, your heart pounding with nerves and excitement, you caught sight of Charles, one of the esteemed drivers. The connection between you was immediate, a spark of recognition and attraction that lit up the air around you like fireworks. In that moment, you knew that love at first sight wasn't just an empty phrase, but a tangible reality. You could feel it deep within your bones, a warmth spreading through your body that told you this was meant to be.

A deep ache, like a heavy weight, settled in your chest as silent tears fell down your cheek. The emotions swirled and collided inside of you - sadness, hurt, anger, and betrayal all jostling for dominance. Despite both of your chaotic schedules, especially with your tour this year, you had always made sure to prioritize spending time together whenever possible. But during the last month of your tour is when things fell apart.

It was like a sudden storm had swept in, tearing down everything you thought was stable and secure. At first, it was hard to even process what was happening. The shock and confusion were overwhelming, making it difficult to make sense of the situation. But as time passed, the anger and betrayal only grew stronger, raging like a wildfire inside of you. You released a new song two weeks after the split, I Can Do It With a Broken Heart. 

The media went into a frenzy. Fans from both you and Charles speculated on the recent events, but the lyrics in the song were simple and undeniable - Charles had ended things with you. You couldn't help but worry about the hate he must've been receiving, especially since the two of you hadn't spoken since the night everything fell apart. And to add onto the chaos, you still had a tour to finish, forcing a smile and putting on a brave face for the fans that had no idea of the turmoil within.

Being on tour was a necessary distraction, a way to keep your mind off of things. Yet as you lay in yet another unfamiliar hotel room, the same thoughts still haunted you. The rooms all looked different, but they were all characterized by the same sterile and impersonal feeling. The only thing that used to make them feel like home was the sound of Charles' voice on the phone. You would talk for hours, often until you drifted off to sleep, so even though you were physically alone, you never felt truly lonely.

Despite releasing a new single, the public still didn't have the full story of what happened between the two of you, and why you had broken up. With Charles choosing to remain silent in the media, you were left to navigate through it all on your own. It was a daunting task, trying to piece together your relationship and figure out where it went wrong without any input from him. But you refused to let his silence define your story.

Throughout your life, anxiety had been a constant shadow, lurking around every corner and following you wherever you went. It wasn't until a year ago that you finally sought help and medication for it. During this time of struggle, Charles was your unwavering rock, always there to hold you up and support you. Relationships in general were uncharted territory for you when you first met Charles, and the unknown of it all scared you most.

But as the months went by, he became your confidant, someone with whom you could share your deepest worries and fears during those late night conversations. He would listen with patience and understanding, easing your anxieties with his calm presence.

Yet when fate intervened and pushed him away from you, he was not as accommodating as you had hoped. You couldn't blame him entirely, but the void left by his absence consumed you more with each passing day. In an attempt to express all that you felt and lost, you turned to your songs as a means of communication – letting the lyrics speak for your heartache and longing.

In your next release, an EP of four songs would be put out into the world, the lyrics explaining everything. In the week after the release, fans had put all of the pieces of the puzzle together. You spent the hours scouring social media reading the analysis of your relationship, all of it correct but nevertheless heartbreaking. 

~

One particular post analyzed the meaning of the four songs perfectly:

this is me trying: This song is the beginning of the end. Y/N is clearly struggling mentally and is pleading to be understood that they are simply doing the best that they can do. It is a desperate call for affection and is riddled with self doubt. After such a long relationship, Charles could have begun to crack, and Y/N is trying to keep it all together. 

wildflower: This is clearly about Charles’s past girlfriend. He dated her for many years, and was speculated to be one of Y/N’s friends. The lyrics depict her struggling to get past the thought that Charles is actually over his old girlfriend, and she feels terrible about “betraying” her to date Charles. Further in the song the lyrics showcase that Charles clearly loves Y/N, but again her internal battle prohibits her from seeing the truth in their relationship as things seem to break further. 

champagne problems: This is the breaking point. Shocking to fans everywhere, this song reveals that Charles proposed to Y/N, but due to her already detailed mental struggles and anxieties, the commitment was too much for her to bear. The melody and lyrics are filled with regret and a tinge of shame for not being able to commit to Charles, no matter how much she loved him and vice versa. 

chloe or sam or sophia or marcus: The aftermath of it all, she details that even though she cannot commit to marriage with Charles she still loves him deeply and wishes that they could still be together. This caused fans to piece together that after she said no to the proposal, Charles ultimately cut things off.

~

With misty eyes, you read the post that brought back a flood of memories. The night he proposed in Monaco, the city where your love had blossomed and thrived, was etched in your mind with crystal clarity. In your shared apartment, tucked away from the bustling streets, the two of you had a private and intimate dinner that would change your lives forever. Warm flickering candles cast a soft glow over the dining room, while rose petals adorned the table and floor.

Despite being in the comfort of your own home, you both dressed to impress, savoring this rare moment when it was just the two of you. "You look absolutely stunning, mon chéri," he whispered as he gazed at you with adoration, making you feel like the most special woman on Earth. Every detail of that night was ingrained in your heart and soul, a cherished memory that would never fade.

Your hand rested on the white tablecloth, and he gently placed his on top. The warmth of his touch sent a jolt through your body. "Thank you, love," you murmured before he leaned in to place a soft kiss on the back of your hand. As the night went on, you caught up on each other's lives - him excitedly sharing about his latest Formula One race while you reminisced about your past tour experiences. But as the dinner neared its end, you noticed his fidgeting and asked him if he was okay. Suddenly, he stood up from his chair and sunk down on one knee next to you. Your heart skipped a beat, and everything seemed to slow down as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box.

“Mon amour, I don’t want to spend another day without calling you my wife. You’re the most important thing in my life, and I want to spend the rest of it loving you and giving you the world. Will you marry me?” 

Your throat constricted as sweat formed on your palms. The words caught in your throat, refusing to come out. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen - not here, not now. Marriage was never a topic of conversation between you and Charles, but suddenly it felt like an inevitable future staring you in the face at this dinner table. You weren't ready for this.

“I don’t- I can’t-” 

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Your fingers moved deftly across the ivory keys of your piano, playing the familiar beginning chords of "Champagne Problems." Tears continued to fall down your cheeks, leaving glistening trails in their wake. Memories flooded your mind as you played, memories of a love once strong and unbreakable.

But now, as you sat alone in the dimly lit room, you couldn't help but feel the weight of that love slipping away. You missed him with every fiber of your being. You yearned for his cheeky smile and the way his crystal eyes sparkled when he looked at you. The memory of his messy bed head first thing in the morning made you ache with longing.

The thought of living without him was unbearable. You longed for his laughter, how he would throw his head back and let out a hearty sound that always filled you with joy. You could almost see his nose crinkle in amusement at a bad joke, just as it always did.

And oh, how you missed those moments when he would wear his glasses, simply because he knew how much you loved the way he looked in them. You could picture him now, standing before you with that charming grin and those frames perched on his nose.

But now they were only memories, and you were left to play out this heartache through the melody of your piano.

The realization hit like a freight train, knocking the wind out of you. You couldn't fathom the idea of moving on from this moment, it was too pivotal, too raw. With a sudden surge of energy, you leapt up from your seat at the piano and frantically searched for your phone among the scattered sheet music and empty coffee cups. Your fingers flew over the keys as you dialed the number you knew by heart, each digit a familiar melody in your mind.

One ring, and he picked up.

[sahonithereadwolf]

I have a question about being two spirit. I'd always understood it as culture-bound to indigenous people but I was at a presentation by somebody from the Lenape tribe and they said that the term can be used by anyone who understands and respects the meaning well. They said they will hold ceremonies for non-indigenous people who identify with the term. This contradicts what I've been told before so I'm not sure what to think - is two spirit a culturally closed identity?

What's important to understand here is no one indigenous person here (me included) can speak for or stand in for all indigenous people. We are hundreds of distinct nations with our own histories, boundaries, and cultural mores before we even get to the individual level. Sometimes they hold opinions that make me wanna bop 'em in the back of the head.

The thing you gotta understand about Two-spirit is that it's a compromise. The term Two-spirit is an umbrella term covering numerous identities. Sometimes with their own names in our own languages. Sometimes they're words that are lost. Sometimes it's things we're putting back together after hundreds of continuing years of oppression, colonialism, and religious violence.

We weren't allowed to legally practice our culture until my mom's lifetime and weren't allowed to speak and teach our languages until mine. So two-spirit is a compromise for those things in the gaps for a lot of folk. It's cardboard over a broken window you duct-tape to keep the winter cold out. Sometimes these things are closed. Sometimes they aren't. Sometimes they're aspirations or a statement of intention. Some come with heavy things like duty and expectation. But they're innately tied to our experiences. I don't think you could or should use these identities. So much of queerness and it's experience and identity to the mass is dictated by whiteness. Or set by Black and Latino communities that never get the recognition for doing so. So a lot of indigenous kids end up spending an inordinate amount of time going "Yeah, but what does queerness mean or even look like for me?" and that's what Two-Spirit offers them. A shelter and a roadsign. I don't think you could or should use these identities.

A kinship, an empathic understanding, or a relationship to the experiences ain't a bad thing to have. It's human and kind. As such, I ask that you please do not take me as cruel for trying to defend my brothers, sisters, and those experiencing something between or beyond the limitations of colonial language.

Love us because we wanted to share our experiences with you. But some things just ain't worth it to take.

[boonsmoon]

Foundation of Love (2)

Request: PLS DO 2 PARTS🥺

Ask and ye shall receive Btw; you have the free will of being the goddess of literally anything

Part 1

Request Masterlist Mu Qing x f!reader Genres:🎉🌸💞🧪

Mu Qing and you were like two peas in a pod. It seems your time lacking experience has created an unbreakable bond.

Y'all were so tight in fact that you kept in contact even after you stopped working for Xie Lian. Now you are both Heavenly Officials with an extreme amount of believers and temples!

This; however, lead to a one-sided competition. Friendly, yes, but still odd to compete over who was the better deity. You like to consider yourself a humble goddess though, considering you aren't as prickly with the aesthetic of your temples like Mu Qing.

Ignoring the status you both held, he had this charm that was unlike that of a god, it was greater actually. You both spent enough time together to get to know the little things.

Like how he still remembers when a follower tried to offer a gift that none of your temples would accept 500 years ago. Even you don't remember what the item is on your own without him bringing it up. A fantastic memory but basically useless.

Or how he notices how quick you are to deal with the prayers of your believers. He's a hard-worker yes, but never would he acknowledge a prayer 5 seconds after hearing it. Mu Qing thinks you might be a bit too diligent, or have too much time on your hands.

In the end, you both know each other like the back of your hand. In fact most of the other officials think you two are together, but no! It's actually painful to watch from the sidelines.

Now Feng Xin is a protective older brother, and honestly he can barely tolerate Mu Qing after all these years. But, he can see that Mu Qing makes you happy, and your happiness has priority over his displeasure!

Unfortunately, Feng Xin sucks at this. And whenever he tries to get you to hang out with Mu Qing and ✨confess✨ it ends with you scolding Feng Xin for being an asshole.

It got to the point that one of the goddesses had to sit down and have a talk with you. While the conversation seemed nice, you could tell by the undertone she was basically demanding you admit your feelings to him.

And to be honest? You self reflected and realized he definitely wasn't gonna do it, so you had to. But that's fine, it's the 21st century, these things happen.

What you didn't know; however, was that Feng Xin had a passive aggressive conversation with Mu Qing basically saying the same thing. He NEEDS to confess or else.

With an agreed meeting in a garden, you both told the other you had important information which must be shared with the other. It could be gossip, latest trends among humans, who knows what the other wants to say?

The time of reckoning has come, and you are both visibly nervous. Who wouldn't be? Confessions are kinda tough.

Y'all have come to consensus earlier in your friendship that be straightforward is easiest, no matter what. You started, "s-so basically to make it simple, we need to stop this friendship. Now you go next!"

Mu Qing a look of horror on his face, contemplating on continuing, "I came to tell you we should ascend past a friendship... Be something more, but if that's not what-"

"Fantastic! We're on the same page and can get this over with," you interrupted him. He looked at you like you were insane, "you have a horrible way with words, I'll have you know that."

You lightly laughed, "yeah, but it's just my luck we had the same thing to say." And Mu Qing decided this was the time to be really romantic and kiss you. <3

im back on my cringe

but also i got a sudden burst of energy to WRITE so i MUST

BTW im noticing all my TGCF reqs are Mu Qing, so either the fandom is full of massive simps or theres a shortage of Mu Qing content

not complaining pls keep the reqs coming

[pxrxcxa]

Bated Breath

✶ One shot

Pairing | Eddie x Female reader 18+.

Post summary | Virgin Cheerleader y/n planned on loosing her v-card before heading off to college, after making a pact with Chrissy. But after her original plans fall through, she turns to the only person she thinks could get the job done properly. Eddie 'the freak' Munson.

What to expect | 18 + so minors DNI,

Post Warnings | Mentions of drug use, 18+ smut content. Fem oral and p -v penetration.

Word count | 4.1 K Word Count.

As always, any & all comments/reblogs are most appreciated - Love, P. x 🌿

Bated Breath Pt 2 is here

Authors Note | Even though this was a one shot, I lowkey want to write a sequel about why Eddie earned the name "freak". Anyways, this post was a little out of my comfort zone depth, so I hope its good. As always, if you reached this far down, thank you for reading & I hope you enjoyed it, love you sunflowers 🌻 P. x

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The beat-up white and blue weather boards of Eddies trailer shone dimly in the moonlight; an icy breeze swirled around me as I mounted his front steps. I pulled my green school jersey tighter around my waist as I swung my head left and right, making sure no one was watching me creep through the darkness. The trailer park was devoid of human movement at this late hour, apart from a group of elderly men lounging in rickety lawn chairs, further down the way. Smoking cigarettes and sharing a whiskey bottle back and forth. Their gruff voices echoed off the surrounding trailers. 

I took a deep breath and puffed out a cloud of hot air. My teeth started to chatter, because of the cold or my nerves, I wasn’t sure. It was hard to tell as I hesitated before his front door, my hand shaking as I raised it to lightly knock on it, second guessing my decision to come here. I had chickened out during our meeting in the woods earlier today after school, unable to carry out my carefully intended plan. 

Eddie had slammed his metal lunchbox shut as I stuttered over the words ‘drug deal’ and clenched my hands together. It was clear there was no conviction behind my words, and he had given me an easy way out. 

“Just say the word and I’ll go.” He had taken my silence for an answer and grabbed his jacket to leave, I didn’t have the courage to stop him and confess to the real reason I had slipped him a note during class, asking him to meet me there. “Swing by my place if you change your mind y/n.” He called out as he disappeared into the trees, leaving me sitting alone and astonished at the gnarled picnic table. I had sat there for hours after he left, absentmindedly carving my name with a rock into the side of the table, churning over my decision. Until the chilly air bit through the thin layers of my cheerleading uniform and I was forced to find refuge in my car back at the school parking lot.

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I wasn’t going off to collage as a virgin, Chrissy and I had made a pact. We were both ending our relationships right after we graduated so we could have the whole ‘college experience’. She had already done the deed with Jason last weekend, at a party at the abandoned Benny’s. But when I had tried to bring it up to my boyfriend Andy, another one of the basketball players, I may as well of tried to seduce a brick wall. I had confided in Chrissy something that had been knawing at the pits of my stomach ever since we had started dating, he never seemed interested in me that way or ever tried to pressure me into touching him. If it wasn’t for the fact that he held my hand around our mutual friends at after game parties, I didn’t think an on looker would have been able to tell if we were a couple or just friends. I wouldn’t have thought twice about it, except every school day at lunch, I listened to all the other cheerleaders complain and boast about whatever sexual encounter their boyfriends pressured them into.

Chrissy had suggested that maybe he didn’t want to make me uncomfortable and was waiting for me to let him know I was ready, so that night after school I invited Andy over to my house, under the pretence of studying for the final exams, planning it so that my parents wouldn’t be home. I had worn the sluttiest matching underwear set I could find from a lingerie shop that Chrissy and I had visited, hoping it would help me look like I knew what I was doing, or at least give me the confidence to fake it. But as I swung my legs over his lap to straddle him, crushing my lips to his in a frantic plea of acceptance, Andy had shoved me off of him, swearing at me and demanding to know what had gotten into me. He had stormed from my living room into the cool night air, leaving me shocked and vulnerable on the couch. My skirt hitched up around my hips and lipstick smudged across my chin as the chagrin feeling of rejection heated my face. 

I hadn’t brought up the topic of sex with him again. 

But my desired end result remained the same, losing my virginity. There weren’t many options of boys in my school that I could resort to without them immediately running to Andy. 

Except maybe Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson. He was cute enough for me to enjoy kissing him, but best of all, he didn’t speak to anyone I did. There was virtually no crosser over between us in our daily lives. There was a very low risk of anyone finding out. Even if he did decide to expose me, no one would believe him. The thought sent a slight pang of guilt through me over the fact that I just planned on using him. 

But that notion wasn’t what made me hesitate as I rapped my knuckles on Eddies front door. The revulsion spread across Andy’s face as he shoved me off of him, still haunted me. The poisonous thought that I was revolting, that no one wanted me, crept in from the back of my brain and now festered there, completely taking over. If Eddie rejected me, I was certain it would send me into a self-pitying spiral that would end in me never putting myself out there again.

Banging from inside the trailer ceased as my knocking resounded through the thin walls. Someone heavy footed approached the door, my nerves hitched up with every tread that brought them closer. I mentally reprimanded myself for not checking to see if Eddie would be alone right now. I stepped back from the doorstep, panicking that a parent was about to burst through it. But it was Eddie himself who wrenched the door open curiously, peering into the darkness to see who was interrupting his night.  

He was shirtless already, his hair wet from a recent shower. Water droplets dripped from his tight curls over a tattoo . My stomach did a little flip as his eyes ran over my body, resting on the hem of my skirt. 

“Y/n” he sighed, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Changed your mind?” he questioned, hooking a finger through one of his belt loops and leaning against the door frame. 

I averted my eyes from his gaze and travelled down his chest, stopping on the trail of hair that disappeared beneath his jeans. My breathing becoming quicker as I steeled myself to tell him what I came here for. He tilted his head to my level, forcing me to acknowledge him. I glanced up at him through my eyelashes, the intensity of his stare making my cheeks flood. I bailed at the last second.

“I didn’t come here for drugs.” I barely whispered. His eyebrows shot up into his bangs, the cocky grin fading from his face, confusion replacing it. 

“Oh?” He stood up straight, crossing his arms as he faced me, waiting for me to explain myself. I brushed past him, inviting myself in as I looked around his trailer. I don’t know what I expected but it wasn’t this. It was cosy, filled with personal artefacts, not as metal and satanic as what people made him out to be. The smell of weed lingered in the air as I spun back to face Eddie, my grip on my jumper loosening. My hands fell to my side and fiddled with the hem of my skirt, becoming acutely aware of how short it actually was. I took a deep breath to relax, straightening my shoulders to push my chest out. Fuck it. 

“I’m a virgin.” It was clear, that whatever reason Eddie thought I might have had for turning up at his doorstep at 9pm, shivering and nervous, wasn’t going to be me clueing him in on my sexual inexperience. 

“Oh.” He repeated, his own blush reddening his face now. He crossed his arms and leaned forward, as he sort of paced in front of me. Concerns churned in my stomach as my admission hung in the air between us, every second that passed without a deeper response from him brought all my fears to light. I was seconds away from running when he stopped suddenly, turning to me. 

“And you’re telling me because...?” He motioned his hand into the empty space between us, probing me to continue. I had come this far, apart from my ego there wasn’t a whole lot I could lose or damage. 

“I’m telling you… because I want… you... to make me... not... a virgin.” I waited with bated breath for his outraged reaction, for him to laugh derisively and shake his head at me. But he froze, his eyes searching my face to see if I was serious. In a flash he was across the room, planting himself directly in front of me. I leaned back against the kitchen counter, the ledge digging into my hips as he hovered over me. 

“Are you joking?” He splayed his fingers on the bench, placing his hands on both sides of me. He was close enough now that I could smell the mint body wash radiating off of his skin. “Why?” He asked me, looking between my eyes. 

I licked my lips as I got full body shivers, unable to answer him. His eyes softened as he began to lean away from me. I reflectively reach out to grab his upper arm, holding him in place as my nails dug into his skin out of desire. 

“Because I want to.” Was all I managed to get out before my gaze dropped from his in embarrassment, staring at the ingrained dirt in the kitchen floor tiles. A warm strong finger lifted my chin up, locking his eyes with mine. 

“If you’re sure…” He trailed off, watching my face for a flicker of doubt. There wasn’t any. I nodded meekly, my breathing becoming irregular. 

“When?” He questioned, allowing some space between us. I shook my head, my voice surprisingly steady given how fast my legs were trembling. 

“I leave for a family holiday in a few days, then I’m back for graduation and then off to college. I don’t have any more time.” My words were frantic, trying to make Eddie see what I meant. He was smarter than people gave him credit for. 

The words had barely passed my lips before he closed the distance between us, still giving me plenty of time to stop him before he crushed his lips to mine. Their warm softness moulding to mine in an unfamiliar feeling. I melted against his strong body, his arms pinned on both sides of me moved closer to rest on my hips, practically holding me upright as my knees buckled. I moaned against his mouth as his tongue caressed my lips, the taste of him better than I could have ever imagined. His pace picked up at the noise, his hand leaving my waist to grip the hair at the back of my neck, tilting my head back to allow him deeper access. 

“Tell me what you want.” He breathed as his mouth moved against my neck, leaving soft kisses as he trailed across my jaw. I moved my own hands to twist in his hair, mulling over how it was softer than mine. I considered his words briefly. What did I want? Apart from a few light drunken make out sessions at high school parties, I had had no sexual experiences that helped me discover what I enjoyed. Stress twisted in my stomach again as I realised that I was going to have to instil all of the trust that I had, in Eddie, allowing him to hold me as he guided me through the entire night. 

He broke apart from my skin, the cool air hitting the warm wet patch his lips left behind. He dark eyes gleamed with something exciting. Only one thought consumed me as I recognised the hungry look in his eyes. 

“Just be gentle, please.” I pleaded, he gulped and gave me a sweet smile, running his large hands down the sides of my stomach to rest just above my ass. 

“Of course, princess.” I jolted at the foreign nickname; a different feeling other than lust crawling up my frame. Before I could react, he bent down and hitched his arms around the backs of my knees, picking me up and wrapping my legs around him so I was straddling him while he was standing. A gleeful squeal fell from my lips as he headed down the hallway, presumably to his bedroom. He kicked he open door wider, exposing a slightly messy room to me. The smell of weed was stronger in here, but I didn’t mind. Legions of band posters covered his walls; similar looking magazines littered his floor and bed side table. I averted my eyes as they landed on an issue with a naked woman adorning the cover, butterflies churning in my stomach, I focused on an unlocked pair of handcuffs hanging from a nail hammered into the opposite wall from us, innocently wondering why Eddie had them. He hesitated at the open door, his hands slowly moving up from my knees, up my thighs to cusp my ass. His eyes meeting mine to silently ask if that was okay. 

I tightened my hands around the back of his neck, twirling my fingers in the stray hairs at the nape of his neck. 

“So yeah, welcome to my kingdom.” He tensed under me, like he was embarrassed and waiting for my reaction. I tickled his throat to try and relax him, flashing him a comfortable smile. After we shared our first kiss, most of my nerves had evaporated. After he promised to be gentle, I knew Eddie would be a man of his word, and even though he was doing me a favour I wanted tonight to be as pleasurable for him as it would hopefully be for me. I brought my mouth to his neck, leaving delicate kisses along his strong jawline. I found my way to his ear as I nipped at his earlobe. 

“I like it.” I purred, his hands tightened around my ass as he laid me gently on his bed, hovering over me. He held his body flush against mine but carried all of his body weight as to not squish me. 

“Are you sure you’re sure?” He murmured again, watching me carefully like he was waiting for me to change my mind. I smiled and nodded, urging him on to keep going. 

That was all the confirmation he needed, sitting back on his heels he ran his big hands up the length of my thighs, pushing my short cheer skirt up to my midriff, exposing my lacy panties. I hoped that the growing patch of wetness between my thighs was hidden behind the black colour of my matching set. 

Unlike Andy, Eddies eyes devoured me. Soaking up every part of my exposed skin – which wasn’t a whole lot. A pretty smile played on his lips as he caressed the soft inner skin of my thighs, squeezing them as he got closer to my sensitive spot. I gasped as his fingers brushed past my clothed slit, almost like he did it accidently. His eyes burned as they flashed up to meet my flushed face, spurring forward to kiss away the moan from my mouth. I bent my knees, widening my legs as he settled in closer to me, pressing his hardened cock against me. Another quiet gasp slipped past my lips as my eyes broadened. Fear filling my throat for the first time, the pressure between his jeans, pulsing against me was impressive and daunting. I had played with myself before, so I knew roughly how tight I was, I could not comprehend how he was going to fit all of him inside of me. Laughing a little at my expression, like he knew what I was thinking, Eddie pressed his forehead to mine. 

“It’s okay y/n, I’ll go slow. I’ll be soft.” He pressed another passionate kiss to my mouth, running his hands over my chest. My nipples had already become erect at my arousal, his fingers playfully pinched them through the fabric. I moaned loudly and arched my hips into his, begging for more. He grinned against my lips and lifted his head up, his hair falling in a curtain around both of our faces, protecting us from the world outside and concealing us in our own little bubble. 

His purposeful fingers trailed down my abdomen, tracing my bare skin above the band of my skirt. I groaned with frustration, my impatience breaking through. I leant forward , bumping against Eddie’s nose to rip my shirt over my head, wanting him to see more of me. All of me. I laid back down as my tits bounced dangerously in the half cups of my new bra, threating to spill over. He groaned seductively as I sprawled against his pillow, running his hands over the lacy fabric. He pulled it down to expose me, quickly enveloping one of my nipples in his wet mouth, his hand twisting the other one as to not leave it out. I knotted my fingers through his curls, my hips bucking up with each pleasure shock his mouth sent through me. His removed his lips from my boob to trace kisses down my sternum, pausing as he reached the top of my panties. 

My heavy breathing stopped as I looked down to meet his eyes staring back at me through his thick lashes. I splayed my hands across my stomach as the vulnerability of my position hit me. He pried my hands away and pinned them at my sides. He intertwined our fingers together, his thick rings pressed against my knuckles. His free hand slowly rubbed up and down my slit, damping the already wet patch in my underwear. I moaned and rolled my head back, squeezing my eyes shut as a tight warm feeling burned in my lower abdominal. 

Cold air hit my pussy as he pulled my panties to the side, I barely had time to marvel at the temperature change before he pressed his tongue inside of me, running it along the length of me. He spread my lips with his free hand to open me up better, bringing his mouth higher and sucking at my sweet spot. I gasped and writhed madly as the new sensation took over me. 

“You like that y/n?” Eddie muttered from between my thighs, my voice was ripped away from me as he removed his hand from mine to slowly slide his index finger inside of me. I clutched his sheets at my side, twisting and pulling them until they came off the mattress. He let me adjust to the intrusive feeling before slowly pulling his hand back and pumping it into me, as far as it would go until I could feel his cold ring at my entrance. He tongue lapped at my clit and his finger curled inside of me. His pace picked up faster and faster in response to the gasps and moans tumbling from my lips. If I wasn’t so caught up in the growing warm feeling, and massive waves of pleasure wracking my body, I would have been embarrassed of the noises Eddie’s long fingers were coaxing out of me. 

As my chest rose and fell rapidly, my moans turning into almost screams, he suddenly pulled out of me and sat back, assessing my shaking body. My body shook as it faltered on the brink of something, I gasped at the abrupt feeling of his body missing from mine. My legs shook as I panted at him, his chin was glistening wet, sending a stab of mortification through me. Curious, I sat forward on my elbows and reached up to wipe my hand across the lower half of his face, licking my essence of my fingers. He stared back astonished. 

“What’s wrong?” I puffed, aching for him to bring himself back into me. My eyes flittered down to hips, his bulge now well and truly straining against his jeans, his own wet patch there. 

“How do you want to cum?” He asked me, fondling himself through his pants, I reached out automatically to replace his arm with mine, clenching my hands against his length. He groaned and tossed his head back, his lips parting as he let out a moan of his own. 

“Cum?” I questioned naively, fumbling with his belt buckle. His quicker hands moved to knock mine out of the way trying to undo his belt. 

“Yeah, cum. It’s when all those good feelings sort of come together into one and explode.” He looked down quizzically at me. “Wait, you’ve never came? Not even on your own?” His hands tightened on my wrist, helping guide my fist along his shaft through the thick fabric, I got frustrated and pulled his jeans down his thighs, his grey boxes the only thing hiding him from me now. 

“No, I haven’t, well I don’t think I have, maybe, I don’t know.” I watched amorously at his reaction under my touch. His breathing quickened and he rolled his hips into my hands. 

“I think you’d know if you had, princess, do you want to cum with me inside of you?” He pulled away from me suddenly, leaving my grasp empty. “Fuck - I’m not going to last much longer if you keep doing that to me y/n.” He whimpered. 

“I want you inside of me Eddie.” Wanting him to show me what he meant, I slowly leaned back against his soft pillows, rolling my body up against him as an invitation. 

While always touching me somehow, he leant over me to his bedside table and grabbed a condom from there. He clenched it between his teeth and ripped it open, he reached down between his legs, wriggling slightly while maintaining eye contact with me. I bit my bottom lip between my teeth, nervously waiting for what came next. He hovered above me for a still moment, our beaths mingling. Leaning down on one arm, his hand cupping my cheek, he pressed his dick against my entrance, running it up and down my opening, collecting the wetness his tongue had created. 

I gasped loudly as he pushed his first few inches in, stopping for a moment as my walls expanded, making room for him. He continued like that for a few minutes until he bottomed out in me, both of us groaning in pleasure as he filled me up. Pausing for a second to share a sweet kiss, allowing the slight pain to turn to pleasure, he started pumping in and out of me. I grabbed onto his shoulders to steady myself, my nails leaving crescent marks on his smooth skin. The burning heat returned as his slipped his hand back to my clit and rubbing soft circles there, hurtling me towards the edge, building faster with each thrust he slammed into me. I wrapped my legs around his waist as my body convulsed. 

“Fuck -fuck -fuck, Eddie... I think. I think I’m... Eddie, Eddie ahh fuck” I buried my face in the crook of his neck, moaning as the peak of my pleasure rolled through my body in waves. He held me tightly as he continued to thrust into me more for a few more moments, before he shuddered and collapsed against my chest. We stayed locked in each other’s embrace for a private moment. Silence settled around us comfortably before he rolled off of me, quickly disposing the condom out of my sight, pulling my head down onto his chest and wrapping his arms around me. 

I shivered and he pulled the covers up around me. 

“Cold?” He murmured tiredly, I shook my head and smiled against his chest. The remainder of my pleasure softly leaving my body as my heartrate returned to its normal pace. 

“Just happy. Can I stay?” I pouted up to him, only seeing the corner of his mouth lift up in the darkness. 

“Of course, Princess.” His arms automatically tightened around me, stroking his fingers lightly up my bare back. 

“Oh Eddie?” I asked groggily, sleep moments away from pulling me under its serene depths. Mmmm was his only response, sounding exhausted as I was. 

“What are the handcuffs for?” His deep laugh rumbled through his chest, vibrating against my ear that was pressed to his torso. 

“I’ll show you in the morning.” He winked down at me, leaning in slowly to place his soft lips once more against mine.

Part Two

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Also Readers - if anyone is looking for a slow burn Eddie x y/n, check out my Opposite Ends series.

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[popawritter12]

Yandere! Geralt of Rivia headcanons.

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Probabilities that your loved ones will be killed.

Let's start by talking about the fact that he already has experience killing both humans and monsters or creatures that escape our imagination, or even people of other races.

But he usually doesn't want to apply it, if he can avoid spilling blood, he will. Although some of them probably end up dying, more out of self-defense than out of his jealousy.

My guess is a 30% chance, the only exception is that those people ARE dangerous to you but you refuse to accept it.

First impressions

You met him because he saved your life. Whether by humans or monsters, or other creatures.

You were infinitely grateful to him, to the point that you insisted that he can always come to you if he needs help or a place to stay.

Even with sex or not involved, we can assume that he ends up accepting your offer, even if he didn't initially want it.

Unlike other people, you always treated him like another human being; It wasn't difficult for him to trust you seeing how kind you were, although at first he doubted your true intentions more than once.

Fall in love

You both got along well, even with all the negative comments from people you knew, you just thought they were people's exaggerations.

After the first time you welcomed him into your home, he felt that one day he would have to come back to visit, even if it was for something as minimal as buying supplies or upgrading his armor and/or tools. That idea of returning crossed his mind several times, until he visited you again.

You recognized him instantly, and greeted him as if you were seeing a great friend. Both of you shared a moment together where they told how things had gone since the last time they had been together. If you pay attention, you will notice that he seems more open or even more relaxed than usual.

Geralt didn't know why he felt so much trust with you, but he liked that feeling; he couldn't deny the fact that he preferred being with you over other people. It took him quite some time to realize the reality of his feelings.

Although you assumed that he constantly visited you or that he enjoyed your presence it was because he fully trusted you as a trusted friend, the reality was different.

And you didn't notice it until you saw that every time he visited you (we assume once a month or even more), he seemed more attentive to you or flirted with you more regularly.

Beginning of "Yanderism"

After a couple of months, that overwhelming feeling slowly escalates. He couldn't confess what he felt; Whether it was because of how dangerous his job was or the knowledge that many humans or other creatures would try to kill you, it was a thought that sometimes ate his mind and kept him thinking all day, going around and around the same issue.

Both Ciri and other people are worried about him, he denies what he feels or what he thinks, even getting angry because of how difficult it was for him not to be able to get you out of his head.

And it's not until he finally lets his feelings take over that there is no turning back.

(From this point forward, there is no way back)

First murder or Yandere act.

He would kill someone very close to you, not out of self-defense, nor because that person was a danger to you, but at one point, his jealousy took over him completely.

Geralt had a hard time believing it when he did it, since he almost never let himself be carried away by his emotions. But this time, he had screwed up, and he knew that sooner or later you would find out.

Even if he tried to hide it, you end up finding out what he did. You deceived yourself, trying to believe that it was just a lie, or that the situation at that moment led him to defend himself on his behalf or to kill him for something that person had not told you.

But in the end, lies have short legs.

He saw you cry and argue with him, yell at him about why he had done such a thing, and that your dead family member or friend had never done anything to hurt him.

And he was forced to act on impulse.

Relationship or kidnapping

After he confessed, you had already grown afraid or disgusted with him, not because he was a witcher, but because he had harmed someone you loved through a simple act of jealousy.

You reject him, feeling disgusted with his decision; You hoped he would leave you alone, but he couldn't go back, and you knew that the hole in his heart that your abandonment would leave was never going to be filled.

And he does it, he forces you to go with him, even tied up or kicking, he was always going to be able to with you. And no matter who gets in the way, no one could stop him.

Coexistence

In this case, it is not very good. You feel afraid that he will hurt you, or hate for all the damage he did in your life, but he still seems so calm around you.

He would hate hurt you, hate the idea of hurting you and causing any kind of pain that makes you cry. Of course, that is if we talk about the physical sense.

We can say that their punishments are more mental.

He would talk to you about how much he loves you, he would show you with affection and make you feel the body heat of another living being for weeks on end. And then he would become distant, he wouldn't touch you and he would rarely respond to you like you normally do.

The more violent you get with him, the less effect it will have on his way of punishing.

Of course, if you show obedience and affection, the affectionate and loving side of him would always be there, and he would never leave you alone.

In case of kidnapping, where would he take you?

Next to him, everywhere. Unless you have managed to escape from him more than once, which would cause him to make the drastic decision of leaving you locked in a place away from civilization and any kind of help or contact with humans or any damn species.

It would be difficult for someone to manage to snatch you from him, considering everything he is capable of doing in a non-yandere state.

Marriage and family.

In this case, I don't see the possibility of marriage.

I mean, he already sees you as his destined partner and he wants you to be together in this life, and in others to come. However, he is not the least bit interested in marriage.

Regarding Geralt's friends, they know almost nothing about you... It's hard for them to believe that he is capable of something so extreme, but when they see it, they only understand that they must keep a certain distance from him if they don't want to cause problems. .

And, in case it wasn't obvious, your family has no say in anything at this point in history.

↘If possible, children?

It is NOT POSSIBLE.

Now, if we assume that by some fucking magic trick from I don't know where the possibility of having a child with you comes from, I'm sure he would be more than happy to take it.

Reasons to be a Yandere:

-During his entire life he suffered a lot of discrimination from many people, he is used to an almost 100% hostile environment, and having the possibility of being with someone who from minute 0 was kind to him and treated him with respect and affection... is something he wouldn't let go so easily.

-Let's say that it is very difficult for him to develop a feeling of trust with someone, especially when that someone is surrounded by people who constantly remind you that you should not interact with them.

-He is used to killing, (more than anything due to the context of the world in which he lives and how his life was) let's say that someone who already has enough experience taking lives from other living beings can implement those actions in others (not specifically harm you, if not those he may consider dangerous)

Extra data:

-Geralt is sweet to you, and he usually likes to have you in his arms to know that he can protect you from anything.

-He is the type of Yandere who would never force you to have sex, under no circumstances would he allow himself to subject you in such a way.

-I would venture to say that Geralt was irritated by how Jaskier constantly seeks to talk to you, not out of jealousy, but because his presence bothers him.

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I had this character in my head for DAYS to make him headcanons hajdajahdjqi

[acourtofthought]

"I imagine that if Elain sunk into the depression she did after Graysen's rejection, someone she never had the connection to the way she does Lucien, she's even more terrified at what would become of her if what she's feeling for Lucien also ended poorly."

Lol there's no deep connection between Elain and Lucien. Neither of them would be okay with being away from each other for so long if there was. They don't even act like mates. We've seen Feyre and Rhys, Nesta and Cassian, and the pull they feel towards each other, the way they can't stay away. Elucien shows none of that. Only elriel resembles that level of pull towards each other, that level of connection, understanding without words.

You are a fool.

I'm sorry but it's true. Willful ignorance is getting you nowhere.

Was Feyre's pull towards Rhys evident in book 1 where she died because of her love for Tamlin?

Both Nesta and Feyre easily stayed away from Cassian and Rhys. Nesta stayed away so well she refused to see him for nearly a year and chose to sleep with other men. And neither she or Feyre were attached to their humanity the way Elain was. You are blind to the similarities while also not giving any leeway for them being different people coming from different experiences (Elain was in love and engaged while Nesta was not).

No deep connection? So these moments meant nothing?

Do explain to me why a female who has zero interest in a male, no pull at all and was at the time in love with someone else would bother arriving at the top of the stairs just to see Lucien one last time? Why she says she can hear Lucien's heart the first time she met him whereas she only tells Az his Siphons are pretty, sparkly jewels after knowing him for months?

She is drawn to Lucien and it scares her, just like Nesta:

You cling with your whole chest to the fact that you know how Elain is feeling except:

I am so sorry about your poor excuse for a ship because it's built on the heels of Elain trying to run away from her bond because she's scared.

Az is a rebound, if that. Because her fiance rejected her, because her bond scares her.

And what sort of pull did Az have to Elain when he chose to stay away from her because he couldn't stand her bond though it's clear she could have used a friend during her arguments with Nesta? What male love interest avoids a female who isn't pushing him away? Cassian, Rhys and Lucien stayed away because it's what the female wanted. Az stayed away because he was too much of a baby to do right by Elain and be there for her.

There is nothing of substance to hold she and Az together except daggers and potatoes whereas Elain and Lucien share a love of nature, a desire to avoid violence, the ability to not lash out in anger, a love of parties and balls and being good at talking to people, a life spent in the light.

Az does not support Elain unless he is playing the hero. He does not encourage her, acknowledge her growth, is staring at other females with yearning while she's in the room.

Also, elriel understand one another without words? 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂. I love how you try to justify the fact that they do not talk at all. Two people who have such deep feelings for one another, both seemingly receptive towards hooking up yet they don't talk because "they understand one another without words" 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂. For an author who likes banter. If they understand one another so well than why did Elain look hurt over Az calling her a mistake? Shouldn't she have known he didn't mean it since she understands him so well? Why did Az give another female her necklace? Shouldn't he have understood that she was just hurt and therefore would hang onto it until they sorted things out? Az understands Elain so well that his words on multiple occasions contradict things Elain has said. Elain: "You do not decide what I can and cannot do" Az: "There is an innate darkness to the Dread Trove that Elain should not be exposed to" Elain: "Swear it" (in her conversation asking Feyre to leave Graysen unharmed). Az: "If Lucien kills Graysen, good riddance" Elain: "I'm not a child to be fought over". Az: "I'll defeat him with little effort".

I don't know why you continue coming onto my page writing anons against Elucien when all that does is reinforce my belief of how Az and Elain are the absolute worst excuse for a romantic pairing that I've ever read about and trust me, I've read a lot.