#low effort jokes my beloved

[nottspocket]

He’s hopeless

[tsuncda]

Since you asked, Taste and Case 143 are currently tied for my favorite song on Maxident

you have,,,,,, dare i say,,,,, taste <3

[ch3rriiii-bunn]

All mine♡

Kokushibo my beloved♡

Warnings: female bodied reader, drunk sex (consent is given before), humor (i think its funny), dom kokushibo, standing up sex (whatever u wanna call it lmao), reader is kokushibos wife🫶🏾 and human, dirty talk from kokushibo, man handling(?)

Kokushibo disappearing most nights was something he had informed you about from time, since he was in the twelve kizuki and working for a man he couldn't say. Just as you were done washing up and heading to your shared bedroom and saw him sitting on the porch looking at the sky. "You're not being summoned by that man tonight?" You walked closer to kokushibo sitting beside him. "No... "He" does not require my presence tonight, and I already did my other tasks. I assumed you were sleeping already, " he said bluntly.

"Is that so?" You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder "well I was planning on having a drink by myself tonight, but since you're here, why dont you come inside and join me?" You asked, resting your hand on his thigh.

Kokushibo looked at you with a slight blush on his cheeks and wrapped his arm around you're waist "I am a demon.... I won't be nearly as drunk if I have the same amount as you do, " he said. "So you have a whole bottle to yourself then. I'll have my amout, and you have yours, " you chuckled.

Kokushibo was never the one to make fun suggestions when he's with you since his type of "fun" was fighting death battles. So he would agree to whatever ideas you had since he found enjoyment in what you had planned and how much effort you put into your plans with him. Despite him being a literally demon and straightforward, he loves you so much he could never Refus you without good reason.

Once inside, you brought two bottles of sake out holding them in each hand and sat in front of kokushibo. He gave you a questionable look, and you giggled, "Don't worry, I didn't buy this alone. I was with a friend today after work. Come to think of it, I've never seen you drunk. Are you a Cryer?" You teased

"Demons usually get aroused when we drink.. it's been hundreds of years since I've drake sake...so I don't believe it's strong enough to get me to that point, " he said and took the sake bottle, analyzing it in his hand. "Well, if you do, then we can have sex." You giggled "joking" around but looked at kokushibo with puppy eyes. Kokushibo looked at your face and then eyes trailing down your body. "I accept," kokushibo said, making you chuckle at his response.

After 10 minutes, kokushibo had drank the entire bottle and some of yours and sat there in silence, not moving a muscle. "Kokushibo?" Your voice slurred out his name and crawled to him "hey you there? Helloooo, " you said and poked him."y/n.... sake really has changed over the years...." He said, moving his hand to your cheek and then to your ear, playing with it between his fingers.

"Stop it, that tickles!" You laughed, crawling onto his lap to straddle him,"you're ear... it's so cute I could eat it, " he said with all his eyes resting. You looked at him, shocked and a bit scared. "Oh okay, um. Let's not say that since you are a man eating demon, " you chuckled nervously. All of Kokushibo's eyes widened, and he gasped softly but also a bit dramatically. "Oh noo.... no, no. You are a human whom I'd never eat... never eat, " he said, still playing with your ear, but this time sticking his finger inside your ear.

"Don't do that either!" You slap his hand away but held it intertwining your fingers with his laughing hard."My god, you're so out of it, aren't you!?" You said and kissed his hand and looked at kokushibo. After looking at each other in silence, kokushibo couldn't help the smile curling from his lips and started to chuckle, eventually turning into low keep laughs.

This is the first time you're seeing your husband laugh, let alone smile. You couldn't help but laugh along with him, loving the feeling of him being relaxed and comfortable with you. Kokushibo hugged you tightly, and you did the same while rubbing his back. "I love you," kokushibo said. "I'm.... happy I found a human like you." He said not only drunk but actually coming from his heart, and you give him a kiss."I love you too, silly. That's why we are married, " you giggled

"I am not silly." kokushibo slurs his words and kisses you back but more passionately and slowly moves both hands to your ass. You placed both hands on his face, kissing back with tounge, letting out small "mhms." Kokushibo pulled back, breathing heavy. "It looks like I was wrong.... I did get aroused" he said taking your hand and places it over his cock "but I can't help but lust for you" he said "then take me" you said teasing his tip with your thumb

"Y/n, I told you to stay still. You'll fall if you don't" kokushibo said while flicking his tounge your clit while holding your waist keeping you still. "Kokushibo- It's too much! I'm getting close, " you moaned, grabbing onto his hair to push your pussy more onto his mouth. Kokushibo sucks on your clit and thrusts his fingers inside your wet pussy and made sure to curly them in the right places, making you cum on his fingers seconds later.

You rest your body against the wall and look at kokushibo out of breath "kokushibo I can't stand anymore," you said with shaking legs. Kokushibo licks his fingers clean and then starts to kiss up your body. "I was not planning to make you stand any longer," be said, grabbing both your legs and picking you up. You gasped in the moment, underestimating how strong your demon husband is. Kokushibo used one of his hands to hold your whole body and the other hand on his cock rubbing his tip on your hole "hold on to me" he whispers "I can't hold back. I want to fuck you until you're screaming" he said and puts its in making you let out a squeal.

Kokushibo groaned, grabbing your ass tightly with both hands. "I have not been taking care of my gorgeous wife, haven't I? You're so tight" he said thrusting his cock slowly yet deep inside you at frist "I apologize. I'll make you feel so good, trust me. " kokushibo moans low in your ear and starts fucking you missionary style while making your whole body bounce on his cock.

You held onto kokushibo tightly, letting out loud moans and screams of pleasure in between with glossy eyes from how deep he is inside you, hitting your spot more aggressively. "I love your beautiful voice, ngh- haa~ and that fucked out face you make for me" kokushibo moans thrusting his hips faster "you're so close I can feel your pussy sucking me in, needing to cum all over my cock.... mhm, am i wrong?".

You nod you're head yes in reply "kokushibo, kokushibo please I need to cum. Don't stop, " you begged and kissed him, moaning in his mouth.

You could tell he was close too from his soft whimpers in the kiss and eyes squeezing shut. You felt his thick cock pound your pussy harder until kokushibo let out a long hum in the kiss filling you up with his cum while you having an orgasm around the same time.

The next day came around with the hours passing by, and kokushibo had to be summoned by "that man" again. Kokushibo pet your head and then cups your cheek. "I'll be back soon," he said, and you nodded with a smile.

Kokushibo rubbed his thumb on your cheekbone and leaned down to your ear. "You seem different somehow. Can you still feel me inside you, darling?" He asked with his other hand on your hip, making you hide your face in his palm and nod yes to answer his question.

Kokushibo grinned and kissed your forehead. "I see" He said and disappeared into the night

[bluebeary-jay]

Midnight kisses

Joel Miller x f!Reader

Summary: Jackson celebrates the New Year’s Eve, and you're thinking about finally confessing to your crush how much you like him. but Joel Miller, the object of your affections, might have other plans in mind. (based on this adorable request!!)

Tags: FLUFF my beloved 🥰, Joel is very flirty in this one, lots of crushinggg, just old sweet mutual pining (also they're both lovesick idiots)

Warnings: mentions of alcohol and being drunk, jealousy, age difference

Word count: 5.4K

A/N: i had a lot of fun with this one 🥰 thank you so much once again for the request, dear, i hope you'll like what i came up with. (btw this was supposed to be a short fic but it seems i'm unable to write one 😔) still i hope yall will like it and as always, happy reading!! 💕

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

The party was in a full swing.

You didn’t expect anything else from the Jackson community. Ever since you arrived here, you were astounded by the effort that the people living in this small town were making to create a life as normal and joyous as possible – for their children and themselves. And today, on New Year’s Eve, they outdid themselves. There was food, music and drinks – almost as if the apocalypse outside those walls never happened.

You were sitting by one of the tables, sipping on your beverage while you waited for your friend, Angie, to arrive. Dancing alone didn’t sound like an appealing idea, so while you waited for her, you opted for some people-watching – though if you were honest with yourself, it was more like ‘person-watching’.

Your eyes strayed to a figure on the opposite side of the room for like a twentieth time, but you couldn’t help it even if you wanted to. Because there stood a man who still, even after more than a year of knowing him, made the butterflies in your stomach take flight.

Joel Miller.

He looked really good in a clean flannel and fitting jeans, you conceded. His hair was slightly wet, like he washed it just before coming to the party, and combed a little to the back, making the silver strands in his hair and beard shine in the low lights. You found yourself unable to look away or get rid of that stupid grin on your face that lingered when Joel smiled lopsidedly at something his brother said. The muscles in his arm bulged when he lifted his glass to take a sip, and you watched the lines of his neck when his throat bobbed...

“You’re ogling,” murmured a voice next to your ear, and you jumped a little in surprise. Next to you stood Angie, smirking at you.

“Jesus, Angie.” You put your hand on your chest, your heart pounding rapidly. “A ’hello’ would be nice.”

Your friend knew, of course, about your massive crush on Joel Miller, and you thought more than a year of pining on your part would cause her to grow bored of all the jokes and teasing that she threw your way. Apparently, you were wrong.

“Hello,” she said, then sat down on the other chair and leaned closer to you with a wide smile. “You’re ogling. In a room full of people, may I add.”

“I’m not,” you murmured defensibly, but your face grew warm at the realization that she caught you. “How long have you been standing here, anyway?”

“Like half a minute. By the way, you’re also drooling.”

“I’m not!” you repeated, now in an irritated whisper. You knew you weren’t drooling, but still had to refrain yourself from wiping your mouth, not wanting to give her the satisfaction. “Stop making things up.”

“You should just go talk to him.” Angie casually nodded in Joel’s direction. “He didn’t come with a date, sooo…”

“That doesn’t mean anything. Maybe he’s waiting for someone.”

“Uh, duh!” Angie flicked you on the forehead, and you hissed. “For you to make a move. You can… oh, I know!” she bounced in her seat excitedly and clapped her hands. “Ask him to dance with you!”

You almost snorted. “Joel Miller dancing? Sure. He wouldn’t agree even if he did like me.”

“He does like you. Jesus, you flirt with each other all the time.” The smile disappeared from her lips and she rolled her eyes. “Honestly, you’d have to be blind and deaf not to notice. And maybe dead.”

“There’s no flirting, I told you.” You took a sip of your drink, glancing at the object of your affection. “He talks in this way to everyone.”

“He never called me ‘darling’,” Angie retorted. “Or gave me his jacket when we got caught up in the rain.”

You smiled softly at the memory, but that just made you feel even more hopeless, because since that day, you weren’t able to have a normal conversation with the man you liked so much.

“What do I do?” you whined, leaning on the table. “He’s so beautiful. And he for sure doesn’t see me that way.”

“Are you drunk already? You said you didn’t want a repeat from–”

“–from last year, yeah,” you finished for her and sighed. “I’m not drunk, just feeling down. There’s no way I’ll be able to tell him I like him, Angie.”

“Maybe you won’t have to.” Your friend nudged you gently. “You can just inconspicuously take him under one of the mistletoe and go ‘oh, what’s that?’, and then…”

“What mistletoe?” you asked, only now looking up at the ceiling where familiar-looking leaves were tied with a string to the support beams under the ceiling and above the doors. “Why is there mistletoe hanging?” you asked skeptically. “It’s a New Year’s Eve party.”

“I think they haven’t taken it down since last week.” Angie shrugged, but then grinned at you. “Don’t you think it’s a sign, though? So many places to kiss your crush under~...”

“Jesus, keep your voice down,” you groaned, hiding your face in your hands again. “You’re impossible.”

“You’re impossible,” she mocked in a low voice. “I’m trying to help.”

“I know, babe,” you whined, and sighed heavily again. “You know what, maybe I should just forget it. Let’s go have fun, dance, and later throw up from all the food and…”

Suddenly, Angie interrupted you with a high noise in her throat. You gave her a questioning look and she looked at you with a tight-lipped smile and wide eyes.

“He’s coming here.”

“What?!” You automatically turned around before Angie hissed for you not to look, and sure enough, there was Joel Miller, making his way through the crowd with his eyes locked on you. “Oh my god,” you breathed, clutching at your friend’s hand. “He must’ve seen us talking. What do I do?”

“You sit there and look smoking hot, and let him flirt with you,” she answered with confidence you didn’t feel. “And maybe you won’t even need to ask for the kiss, maybe he’ll do it for–” Her eyes darted above your shoulder. “Oh, hey, Miller.”

You gulped and took a deep breath before turning around and– oh, God, he looked even better up close.

Angie kicked you lightly under the table when you didn’t say anything, and you cleared your throat, smiling up at the man you were so crazy about. “Uhm, hi, Jo– Mr Miller.”

“Didn’t I tell you to call me by my name, sugar?” He had kind of a boyish smile on his face that made him look younger and even more handsome, which in turn made your stomach fill with warmth. He sat down next to you, and his eyes scanned you down and back up, slowly, lingering on your legs and curves just for a second longer. “You look lovely.” He then glanced at Angie, sending her a nod. “Both of you.”

“Really?” you beamed, and Angie kicked your ankle again, making you wince. “Uhm, thanks. You clean up nicely yourself.”

A trace of smirk ran across his face, but it was gone before you could make sure it was really there in the first place.

“Are you enjoyin’ the party?” he asked casually, hiding one hand in the front pocket of his jeans. Your eyes followed his movement before you caught yourself.

“Y-yeah, it’s nice. A little too loud for me, but really nice.”

“Maybe you wanna step outside for a bit, then?” Joel nodded in the direction of the deck in the back, and your heart started beating faster.

Did he want to be alone with you? Or was just being polite and preferred to talk somewhere quieter, and you were getting your hopes up unnecessarily? You hoped it was the first, that he genuinely enjoyed chatting with you as much as you did with him – but you never knew with a man like Joel Miller. He was an enigma, sometimes serious and so stoic that you couldn’t for the world figure out what was going on in his head, and other times charming and teasing, making you weak in the knees when he was looking at you with that fiery glint in his eyes…

“Sugar?” Joel asked, lifting his eyebrows with what seemed to be amusement, and you cursed yourself mentally for spacing out.

“Sorry, I… Yes, let’s– sure, let’s go.”

All of you stood up and you looked over your shoulder at Angie with a panicked face, but instead of reassuring you, she sent you a quick, sly grin.

“You two go ahead,” she chirped. “I’m gonna go look for my date.”

“Angie–” you whispered, giving her a look, but the woman just winked and turned around, disappearing into the crowd of dancing people. “Angie!”

Before you could go after her, you felt a big, warm hand on the small of your back, and your entire body tensed. Joel leaned over to your ear, whispering in a low voice.

“Shall we?”

“Yeah,” you squealed, so quietly he probably didn’t hear it over the loud music. “Sure.”

Your legs moved on their own, going where he guided you. The walk to the terrace in the back lasted no longer than fifteen seconds, but it felt like hours had passed. You were very aware of the light pressure of his fingertips on your back, with only one layer of material separating your skin from his, and the nerves of feeling him so close behind you were making you walk stiffly and oddly – though, miraculously, he didn’t seem to notice.

“I don’t like how loud the music is, either,” Joel said after you two exited the main room, and he closed the door. Then he glanced at you again, his eyes flicking to your bare legs just for a second longer. “Are you cold?”

“No,” you answered truthfully. Not only was it nice to feel the cool air after sitting in a stuffy room with a crowd of people for so long, but also you still felt warm from Joel’s closeness. “I’m alright.” Joel nodded absentmindedly, and you squinted. “Did you want to talk about something or…”

“Nah, just wanted to escape for a minute.” He rubbed his beard and shrugged, but there was tightness to his body language. “Not much to do in there except for drinkin’.”

“And dancing,” you cut in.

Joel glanced at you, and the lazy smirk returned onto his features.

“You like to dance, sweet girl?” he asked, and you felt your face growing hot when you heard his tone. Low, drawling and oh, so delicious.

“If the party is good, yes, I guess so.” Then you remembered what Angie suggested earlier, and you took a shaky breath, mustering all the courage you had in you. “We… if you want, we could dance a little later, if they play something nice…?”

But the hot nerves in your chest turned to cold disappointment when Joel started to shake his head with a chuckle. “Nah, darlin’. Sorry, I don’t… I’m no dancer.”

“Noone here is,” you retorted, a bit hurt by how quick his rejection was. “It’s just for fun.”

“I know better ways to have fun than t’make an idiot of myself in front of bunch of people.”

“Like what?”

Of course, you just had to ask.

Joel smirked, as if he was just waiting for it, and took a step forward, forcing you to take one backwards. His brown eyes bored into yours, making you weak in your knees, and you promptly turned your gaze away, not able to withstand the tension in the air. With a cough, you walked up to the wooden railing, pretending that you weren’t feeling sheepish at all.

“For one, talkin’ here with you is fun enough for me.”

You forced yourself to look at Joel when you heard it, just to see if he’s joking, but the man appeared genuine. He leaned against the rails, his hand right next to your shoulder, and you couldn’t get rid of the thought of how easy it’d be for him to cage you in this spot with his strong arms, how he’d make your entire body tremble…

But you weren’t quite sure yet if he was being sweet or just tried to mess with you, so you decided that a teasing response would be the best course of action.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged lightly. “I’d still like to find someone to dance with tonight.”

At that, Joel’s hand gripped the railing tighter and his body stiffened. You had to hide a triumphant smirk on your face, pleased that you managed to throw him off his game – whatever it was that he was playing.

“One of your friends?” In your peripheral vision you saw him lifting his eyebrows with the faintest of scowls. “Or one of those shady guys sittin’ at the bar, staring at pretty girls like you? ’Cause they’re no good for you, darlin’.”

“Oh, really?” you scoffed and lifted your chin, feeling touched that Joel was acting so protective – (and maybe even… jealous?) – about what you said. “You were the one that didn’t want to dance. What do you know about what’s good for me, anyway?”

“Those guys won’t treat you right. They just want a girl to spend the night with, and you deserve better than that.”

He was right, of course, but it didn’t mean you were going to openly give him his due. You made an acknowledging noise, not really sure what to say, but Joel didn’t seem to mind. He continued in a quiet, raspy voice that sent shivers down your spine. “You deserve someone who’d take real good care of you, darlin’. Not some drunk out of their ass idiot.”

“Are you drunk, Mr Miller?” you asked, not looking at him in fear he’ll see how red his words made you, though you could still see his smirk in the corner of your eye.

“No.”

“You act like you are.”

“C’mon, sugar, look at me.” He took your chin between his fingers and your body went rigid. His warm gaze met yours for just a second, and he tilted his head forward a little. “Do I look drunk?”

“A little.” You turned your head away, but he tsked and guided your chin back.

“In the eyes, darlin’.” You gulped at his words, and his dark, brown irises twinkled in the fairy lights dangling from the roof and walls. “And call me Joel, please.”

His chest was almost touching yours, and you felt the wooden railing digging into your lower back, but at that moment you didn’t mind at all. Joel was so close, and your breath hitched in your throat when you got enveloped in his earthy smell, with a tinge of bonfire and… was that cologne? For some reason the discovery that he used cologne for tonight made your heart flutter.

But as much as you loved every second of being so close to him, you remembered that you weren’t alone on the terrace. There was a pair of people talking – well, now kissing, judging by the sound of it – and your eyes darted to the side to see if they were looking at you both. “Come on, there are people here. It’s not…”

The man clicked his tongue in disapproval and moved slightly closer, now practically pinning you against the railing with his body, and you squealed unwillingly when he, once again, made you look at him.

“Eyes on me.”

And God, if it wasn’t the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen or heard. It was unfair how much power his gaze and tone wielded over you.

“Okay,” you managed to whimper, and the corner of his mouth curled upwards, creating that adorable dimple in his cheek.

“And my name, sugar.”

You didn't know why you were complying so easily, but something about the softness and tenderness in his voice made you feel safe. He wouldn’t hurt you, of that you were absolutely sure.

“Okay, Joel.”

His thumb brushed the edge of your bottom lip with the softest of touches, making your legs almost turn to jelly. It made you want to say his name again, though in a much more needy tone.

“That’s a good girl,” Joel murmured with a smirk, never looking away.

Lord, have mercy.

You were so grateful for the wooden rails behind your back, because you were sure you’d collapse any second now if he kept looking at you like that.

“I… Joel…”

“Tell me if you’re uncomfortable,” he murmured without taking his eyes off of you for even a second. Your brain was mush at this point, but even if you could formulate any words, you doubt you’d ask him to step away. So you settled on shaking your head slightly, to which Joel nodded. “Lemme know immediately if it changes, darlin’.”

How could you be so blind? All you could think about was that Angie was right – there was no way Joel Miller wasn’t flirting with you. Maybe he even liked you. Maybe – just maybe – he wanted to kiss you just as much as you wanted to kiss him.

“Didn’t you wanna… get back to the party?”

You didn’t make any move to get away yourself, however, not wanting him to drop the arm with which he was holding your chin. The material of his shirt was bulging over the lines of his biceps, and it felt really nice to stand so close to him.

“I’m in no rush.” Joel’s voice dipped, and your insides tightened. “You?”

“No, but–”

“Here you are, you ol’ fucker!”

Joel took a step back, and you both turned to see his younger brother walking clumsily through the door with a big, drunken grin on his face. You cleared your throat, still breathless and blushed, but both Millers didn’t pay you any mind anymore.

“Tommy.” Joel’s face was like made out of stone, but his eyes were betraying how irritated he was with the interruption.

“You thought you’d manage to get away, ya old dog?” Tommy hooked an arm around his older brother’s shoulders and finally looked at you to send you a wink. “Sorry, sweetheart, gotta borrow ‘im for a second. He has a date to get to.”

It took you a couple of seconds to register that yes, you heard him right. A heavy veil of hurt and disbelief slowly fell down on you, and your eyes started to prickle as you looked from Tommy to Joel.

“A date?”

He had a date. Why then did he talk and act this way with you, making you feel like you ever had a chance with him?

“C’mon, don’t keep a lady waiting,” Tommy said to Joel instead of answering you, and tugged the other man back inside, but Joel didn’t move. “Who knows, maybe you’ll even get lucky tonight!”

That you couldn’t listen to.

Trying to hide how painful his words were to you, you ducked your head and tried to slip past the brothers, desperate to get out of here. A hand – which felt so achingly familiar now – shot out and grabbed your elbow before you could escape. You lifted your tearful eyes only to meet Joel’s sorrowful ones.

“Darlin’, wait. It’s not…”

“No, it’s okay,” you interrupted him, tearing your gaze away. “I wanted to go to the bathroom, anyway.”

Joel looked like he wanted to say something else, but you couldn’t bear being in his and Tommy’s presence any longer. You slipped out of his grasp, quickly coming back inside and navigating your way to the bathrooms.

He had a date for tonight. And still he flirted with you and touched you so lovingly, and… and almost…

Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid! To think you ever had a chance.

You dashed into the bathroom and quickly opened the first free stall you saw, then shut it behind you. There you just slumped against the wall and wrapped your arms around yourself, giving in to the flow of your tears, but trying not to make a sound.

You felt so foolish for letting yourself fall under Joel Miller’s spell, for ignoring that he obviously couldn’t be interested in someone like you.

He probably saw you as a dumb child. No wonder he’d prefer someone else, probably a woman closer to his own age.

But why did he have to be so cruel, to lead you on and hint that…

No, you realized. It was your own damn fault for letting your heart justify his every action towards you.

Almost ten minutes must’ve passed before you got a grip on yourself and decided to go find Angie. You needed to talk to someone, preferably distract yourself from the unpleasant situation you had to experience, and maybe try to salvage the evening somehow. With that in mind you took a couple of breaths, wiped your eyes and then hesitantly exited the bathroom.

You only managed to take a couple of steps, however, before your eyes were drawn to a familiar and beautiful side profile. You wished you didn’t know his face so well, because then you wouldn’t see Joel whispering something to a stunning woman you didn’t know at the far end of the room. She was hanging off his arm, bright eyes and a million-dollars smile directed solely at him. Joel appeared to be looking around, but a few seconds later he put his hand on the small of the woman’s back – just as he did earlier with you – and started walking. Neither of them looked your way before exiting through the front door and leaving the party.

As well as a gaping hole in your heart.

*****

A few minutes later you managed to find Angie. You were a mess at this point, barely able to stop yourself from sobbing. It was truly pathetic.

“I don’t know her name. But I saw them leaving, and she was hanging off his arm and–” you choked on your words and gave a humorless laugh. “God, I’m such an idiot.”

“I’m so sorry, hon.” Angie looked at you sadly. “We can ditch the party if you want. Go to my place and watch some movies,” she suggested gently, but you were already shaking your head.

“No, no. I’m fine, really, I… I think I'll just go home. But you should stay with your girlfriend.” Angie looked like she was about to protest, but you squeezed her hand reassuringly. “I promise I’m okay. I’m just gonna go straight back home and lock myself inside with a bowl of ice-cream. Or go to sleep.”

“I don’t think you should be alone right now.”

“I… I think I need to.” You gave her a weak, sad smile, and stood up. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay? You have fun, I don’t want to ruin your night, too.”

“You’re not ruining anythi–”

“I mean… this. All of this stuff with,” you swallowed heavily, “him.”

Angie still seemed unconvinced, but finally nodded after a while. “Alright. But come and get me if you feel worse.”

“I promise. Love you.”

“Love you, too. Take care of yourself, okay?”

You nodded, then went towards the side exit and out into the snowy night without looking back. You didn’t want to stay here and watch as all those happy couples share sweet kisses at midnight, thus reminding you of your heartbreak.

This time you had your coat on, but it was far too thin for this kind of weather. You wrapped it tighter around yourself and hid your hands in the pockets, starting to make your way home. It was a bit far from the main square, but you needed to get away from the music and laughter of the partygoers as quickly as possible.

Alas, you only managed to walk one street away when out of nowhere, a big hand grabbed your elbow, stopping you in your tracks. “Wait.”

You turned around and took a step backwards at the same time, freeing your arm with a strong tug. The words full of anger were ready to spill out of your mouth, but that was until you saw who stood in front of you with a painful expression.

The last person you expected to see here.

“Joel?” You whispered surprisedly and looked around, but there was no one else nearby. Not that strange woman you saw him with, at least. “What are you doing here?”

“I was lookin’ for you,” he rasped between gasps, like he ran all the way here. “You weren’t at the party.”

“Why were you… What are you doing here?” you repeated more coldly, the sight of him only making your fresh heartache so much more noticeable. “I thought you left.”

“M’so sorry.” Joel’s beautiful dark eyes were full of sadness and weariness. “I would have never left you if I could help it, darlin’.”

He took half a step forward and lifted his hand slightly to graze yours with his icy-cold fingertips. You weren’t wearing any gloves either, so his touch sent a jolt up your arm. You looked down at it, but gently moved your hand away. “I don’t understand. Didn’t you have a… date?”

“No.” He sighed and rubbed his eyes, shaking his head. You avoided his eyes and instead watched as snowflakes landed and melted in his hair. “No, it was Tommy… You saw how drunk he was, and he wanted to set me up, insisted on talking to that girl, but I…”

“You should get back to her, then,” you said dryly, really not having strength to even hide how hurtful his mere presence was. You went past him, hiding your neck in your coat. “I don’t want to keep you from–”

“Darlin’, wait.” Joel grabbed your arm again, though still gently and without any force. “Listen, she was nice, but I told her that I can’t get involved in anythin’, because I…” He faltered slightly when you looked him in the eyes, for the first time since your talk on the terrace. “There is… it’s– fuck.” He shut his eyes and took a deep breath, as if gathering courage. “There is someone else,” he finally spoke, his voice almost trembling, and looked at you again, “that I’m madly in love with. And it’s you.”

Through the open door to the party someone shouted what sounded like the time, but it was all happening in the background of your mind. All you could focus on was Joel, standing so close to you and looking almost scared as he waited for your reaction.

Cold crept up your limbs and up to your cheeks while you tried to digest what the hell you just heard, but as if held by the invisible force of his gaze, you couldn’t move an inch.

“...what?”

“I… really, really like you,” Joel whispered, his dark and sad eyes drilling into your unbelieving ones. “I went to this party just to see you, darlin’. And I’d never chose to spend the evenin’ with anyone else but you. I’m so sorry I left you like that and…”

He then gulped and very slowly lifted his hand to your face, not fully cupping your cheek but hovering just above it. He searched your eyes, but when you didn’t back away, he touched your skin carefully, and an involuntary sigh escaped you as your eyes fluttered closed.

You never thought one could be touched with such care and fondness. No one has ever treated you like that before, like you were made of the most precious glass.

“You can tell me to fuck off,” Joel whispered, and you opened your eyes to find his face a little closer than before. “I just thought that maybe… if you would maybe, too…”

He was getting flustered again, and it was the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen. It must’ve been close to midnight now, because you noticed that the music stopped and the racket inside the building was at its peak, though it was hard to distinguish the words people were shouting when your heartbeat was almost deafening in your ears.

“But I saw you leaving with that woman.” You had to make sure you were on the same page with him before you did something idiotic. Again. “You aren’t…?”

“No,” Joel breathed a quiet chuckle and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, while his eyes danced across your face. “It’s only ever been you, darlin’.”

Then he must’ve heard something – his head turned to the side to look at where the party was still going on, before his eyes returned to you, and you felt his thumb swiping your cheek in an oh, so tender manner.

“May I?” he asked in a whisper, so close that his breath skimmed your parted lips. You hoped he was asking about what you thought, but this time wasn’t brave enough to ask and clarify.

So you just nodded.

And Joel leaned in, without any hurry, and kissed you.

It was fitting, you supposed, that only a couple of seconds later the clock chimed midnight, and shrieks of laughter and cheers filled the air while the people still present at the party celebrated loudly. You couldn’t care less, however, because in that moment, your entire world was Joel. His – still cold – hand caressed your scorching cheek, and the other found its place on your hip. The smell of him, the warmth with which his body radiated, and the feeling of his lips, rougher in touch than you’ve imagined, but still soft in movement – all of it together was almost overwhelming.

You parted after a while with blissful sighs, though didn’t move away – Joel still held you close, his forehead pressed to yours, and eyes shut tightly, as if he was in pain. He took a trembling breath when you touched his jaw with your icy fingers.

“Tell me to stop,” he pleaded in a murmur, taking you aback. “Sugar, if you don’t… Please, tell me to stop.”

You shook your head and held onto him tighter before he even finished.

“Please, don’t stop.”

Your lips clashed again, tongues meeting and dancing together, and it was the closest you’ve ever felt to any type of heaven in this cruel, forsaken world. Joel pulled you flush against him and kissed you again, more forcefully this time, tangling his fingers in your hair. You let out an involuntary moan, but his mouth swallowed the sound immediately, not giving you a split second of respite.

“I wanted to do it a year ago,” Joel muttered between the kisses, before he took your face in his hands to look you in the eyes properly. He smiled, that same adorable and boyish smile, when he saw how breathless and flushed you were. “Wanted to kiss you so much, sugar, but,” he obviously fought back a laugh at this point, his eyes crinkling, “you got wasted and puked your guts out just before midnight.”

“Oh my god.” You didn’t know he saw it, particularly the moment when all the alcohol you consumed a year ago refused to stay in your stomach. “I wasn’t– I don’t usually… I got drunk ‘cause I saw Sheryll kissing you on the cheek,” you admitted with embarrassment, feeling your skin growing even hotter. “I thought you and her were together at that point…”

“But why did you get drunk because of it, sweet girl?” Joel mused, brushing his nose against yours and obviously teasing you. You snorted and shook your head.

“You know why.”

“I want to hear it from you.”

You playfully pushed him away lightly, but he tightened his grip around you, not letting you step away.

“You’re an asshole sometimes,” you whispered, making Joel chuckle. “Fine. I really wanted to kiss you, too. Happy?”

He smiled and kissed you again, softly and passionately this time, cradling your cheek in his palm.

“Very,” he whispered against your lips and dragged his nose up to plant a kiss on your forehead. “Very much, baby.”

Your heart fluttered with joy at his affectionate tone. Joel pulled away, his hands leaving your body to cover your own, situated on his jaw and arm.

“Now, what do you say we head back inside?” he asked with a disarming smile, brushing your knuckles with his thumbs. “And maybe you’ll let me ask you for a dance?”

You didn’t give an answer, but the joyous kiss you pressed to his lips – which, with your enthusiasm, almost made both of you topple over into the snow – spoke for itself.

[coffee-and-tea-time]

KEEP PRETENDING TO SLEEP! KEEP PRETENDING TO SLEEP!!!

HEHEHEHEHEHE I WAS WAITING TO COOK THIS

Coffee insanely speaking! Thanks Dear, you gimme the perfect excuse to write a second part just in time although I expected the option of talking to him to come first. Not that I'm complaining lol

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↪︎ ☾ I love to see you ....................................... .......................................☆ I love to hear you↩︎

TW: yandere behavior, delusions, murder of self-preservation, stalking, obssesion, somewhat willing reader, kinda denying of bad decisions

Of course, the best option is to stay still, not because you are enjoying this no no, of course not...

Despite his soft voice that sounds rather familiar, you can't really recall who or where. So the safest option is just giving in at the moment, you didn't know how he could react so the safer the better, isn't it?

A smile starts creeping on your face against your will, seems like you are a rather bad actor when it's required, huh? 

“Oh, I'm really glad, you seem like you're finally having a good dream… will it be too greedy if I want to be inside that little dream of yours? Well, if you find that greedy, you won't be able to handle me later”

Hearing a close mouthed giggle following the whisper makes your heart flutter softly, like this is some kind of really romantic scene in his mind. You were able to hear the faint sound of footsteps, he seems like he's doing a little room tour, making it a little hard to hear him.

“Oh Dear, you were researching that thing again?”

It seems like he found his way into your phone, what was he referring to?

“Why do you keep reading so much about romance? Are these words good enough to keep your focus?... Maybe I have to start practicing oral expression? It's been a while since I felt like that, last time was when you downloaded that stupid dating sim… This is truly irritating, the names they use, the way they ‘communicate’ to you; do no justice, I can express myself way better, my love, and how my eyes change when I see you walking by… just... please, I need only one chance, and I promise you won't have a room left for doubts”

Even though he made the effort to lower his voice in order to 'not wake you up', it's clear how his tone is changing with every word depending on the topic; First, a low hint of infatuation, then, what sounds closer to a plead and, finally,...was that...hopelessness?

Honestly, in a normal situation, you would be annoyed by someone searching through your phone but only an idiot would think this man would judge you even if you had pictures of dead people there, more like he's genuinely looking for more of you, despite the fact that it's really not the ‘proper’ way, you can't say it didn't work.

“My beloved Cherry, what can i do for you to talk to me? Those characters seem to steal your attention quickly… I would be lying if I sad I'm not a little hopeful because of them though, you seem to have quite the specific taste, Cherry, and I believe I fit perfectly on them... if only I could find the right moment to get into your routine, to be part of your life…”

Weird that he worries about getting to talk to you with an ideal scene but not worrying about stalking you, but maybe it's kind of understable? Since well, everyone likes to check on their crush on social media even if they take a while to actually talk, even if this guy took it a little too far, he sounds... harmless like his wish is just to win your affection…

wait a second…

Are you truly relaxed in this kind of situation? What is going on with you? Why? Why… well, can't say you didn't ask for this, even as a joke, you know this time is different because it's real, but… why does reality feel like a fantasy right now? Is it because of him?

“Huh, I come here as a routine by now, I still get the same queries, I’m dying to find the answers soon..”

Sensing that lightly sweet fragrance once more makes you know he’s approaching your ‘sleeping’ form once again, making it easy to hear him despite his constant whispering.

“Would you let me cuddle you? Would you let me kiss you? Would you mind if I were clingy? Would you mind if I get jealous? Would you mind if it seems like I already know more about you than I should? I want to hold you my dear, I can’t wait for the day I can just snuggle with you every time we want… I really can’t wait anymore, I need to be closer to you… I guess I have no option other than to talk to you out of the blue, I dislike to be so imprudent, but I promise I will make up for it once you accept me in your life, Love”

You feel a gentle hand slightly caress your cheek as a little peck is placed on your forehead, making you almost smile like a fool if it weren’t for the fact that pretending to sleep is your priority in this sweet moment, unexpected but called for moment.

“Sweet dreams Cherry, I have to prepare what I should say tomorrow, I will put all of my efforts to be my best self to make a good first impression, I hope I snatch enough of your interest to be on your mind even for a moment”

Oh, he is definitely gonna be stuck in your mind for a while, as you try your best to focus on the sounds, you catch his steps as he seems to walk away… but you keep up with your act just in case.

So, tomorrow, huh? Seems like once again you have important decisions in your hand, should you indulge in your fantasy and let him get near you? It also sounds fun to go to him first… But, maybe you should try to avoid him? It’s the safer choice, but do you really want that? He seems safe enough not to raise any of your flags, he seemed so caring for you…

sorry for any misspellings or weird sentence structure ❣

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[harrysdaydreams]

Unsatiated

Summary- Reader finds herself in a low place and has shut out the one person she should know wants to help more than anything. Harry is more than happy to take care of her regardless, which leads to revelations on both parts

Slight angst that ends with fluff that turns suggestive

Or

-Harrys hands gently tug at the hair tie that is somehow still hanging loosely in your hair, letting the tangled strands fall against your back.

He lets out a low whistle, to which you nudge him in the ribs with your elbow causing him to laugh quietly as he tries to separate the matted sections of your hair.

His fingers are soft and careful with your strands, and his use of the brush is even gentler, taking his time to properly ensure every piece of hair is free from knots. The delicate touch of his fingers brushing the back of your neck causes you to let out a gentle sigh, and you unintentionally sink back into his touch.

Word count- 4.3k

Tuesday. Even the word itself sounded mundane and miserable. Throw in some grey skies accompanied by pouring rain, it was a recipe for a shitty day.

Normally you’d crack open a window, light a candle and bask in the fresh sounds of the raindrops hitting the floor of the balcony to your flat.

But it was more than a bad day- the past week you’d been feeling at your lowest, with no real pinpoint as to why. It was hard to find motivation for anything, cooking a nice meal, going outside, reaching out to your friends- several who had messages in your phone left unread- it all just seemed too much.

So here you lay in bed at 1pm, the same place you’d been all day, minus bathroom trips and the tremendous effort it had seemed to have taken to make some instant noodles that still sat on your nightstand uneaten.

You turn over onto your front and sigh into your pillow, having lost count of how many times you’d done the same thing all morning.

Why did everything feel so heavy? This isn’t how you usually responded to feeling low, always opting for surrounding yourself with the people you knew could lift you out of any place, no matter the situation.

Being with people now was the last thing you wanted, especially in your home, with piles of laundry waiting to be washed and dishes to be cleaned.

Uncomfortable on your front, you opt to turn back onto your side, reaching for your phone on the nightstand with the intention of putting on some music to drown out the rain. Hopefully you’d find something that could pull you out of your mood- that or something that further fuelled your angsty state and could maybe push you to finally release the pent-up tears you were too frustrated to shed.

As you scroll through your playlists contemplating what tone to set as you continue rotting in bed for the rest of the day, a text notification pops at the top of your phone.

Harry.

You assume he’s probably double texting you with some sort of snarky message for not replying to your beloved best friend for over two days. Your heart sinks a little as you think of him, his contagious smile and warm personality.

You miss him, and thinking of him is enough to momentarily make you smile as you pull down the notification to read the contents of his message.

Harry- You really gonna leave all four of my messages on delivered? I’m hurt Bitsy, deeply hurt.

You smile at his obvious sarcasm and the stupid nickname he came up with 4 years ago after finding out you were exactly one year, one month and one day apart in age, him being the eldest. He played on the fact that you’re younger than him and ran away with it completely, always making jokes of how small and ‘young’ you are.

 Another text notification brings you back from your reminiscing, a new message directly under the one you’d just read.

Harry- Really though, are you ok? The radio silence isn’t normal for you.

Your heart sinks again and you feel bad for leaving your closest friend worrying about you.

Harry- Usually I have to mute our text thread just for some peace..

For the first time in days, you laugh out loud, a genuine smile spreading on your face that crinkles the corner of your eyes.

You- Uhh, RUDE!

Harry- Ahhh she lives!

Fuck, the way he can change your sour demeanour in just a few short messages. You instantly feel stupid for shutting everyone out, especially him.

You- Alive and kickin’! Specifically, your ass for being so rude. I’m okay though, promise old man. Sorry if I made you worry!

Harry- I’ll await my ass kicking whilst shaking in fear. Miss you though. Want me to come over? We missed pizza night on Sunday because someone... lost her phone? Fell off the face of the earth?

The suggestion of him coming over fills you with dread and takes away all of the momentary relief and lift in mood you’d felt just from texting with him.

You could pretend you were okay to a degree over text, but if he came over, he’d take one look at you, or around your flat and know something was wrong. And you wouldn’t even be able to give him a definitive answer why.

You tap the back of your phone with your nails anxiously trying to come up with an answer that wouldn’t make him worry more, seeing as you rarely turned down an opportunity to hang out together.

You- Miss you too, H. Raincheck? I feel a migraine coming on. Love you!

Harry- Love you too, Bitsy. Feel better

Feeling guilty, you lock your phone and place it back on the nightstand and try to ignore the new ache in your chest.

Despite your efforts, you scrunch your eyes closed and finally feel the hot sting of tears trail slowly down your cheeks.

You feel terrible for lying to your closest friend, the catalyst to finally unleashing the breakdown that had been sitting inside of you for the past few days as nothing but frustration and restlessness.

Now though, full blown sobs wreck your body as you hug your pillow whilst simultaneously burying your face into it, muffling the sound of your whimpering. You lay like that for a while, your chest rising and falling with every whine and sorry moan.  

Finally, you take a series of deep inhales and long exhales to steady your breathing in a vain attempt to calm down.

What the fuck is wrong with me? you think as you wipe the leftover tears from your cheeks, sitting up against the headboard of your bed. 

You take a long sip of water from your nightstand to wash away the disgusting taste left in your mouth from your dramatic sobbing.

The ache in your chest feels duller and somewhat lighter after releasing the supressed tears that had previously left you feeling so suffocated.

Now though, the lesser anguish in your chest brings your attention to a new source of pain in your neck, and you curse yourself mentally for laying in bed all day to the point it resulted in making your body sore.

After giving in to the fact you really should move, you stretch your arms above your head and then lift away the duvet from your body, swinging your legs over the side of the bed to sit up properly before sliding on your slippers sat on the floor beside you.

As you go to stand up, you hear a key in the lock of your door and your heart jumps into your throat. You listen for moment longer as the hairs on the back of your neck stand up before realisation dawns on you.

“That fucker!” you whisper, discarding your slippers and leaping back under the duvet to feign being asleep.

Harry was the only person you’d ever given a spare key, so you could only assume his kind natured, stupid, perfect self, had gone out to buy you supplies to get you through your migraine and come to check on you. You should have known better than to lie to him about being sick.

The sound of the door softly closing tells you he’s now inside the flat, followed by him gently calling out your name. You squeeze your eyes shut tighter as your heart beats fast in your chest, trying helplessly to ignore your panic and relax your body in the hope to pass off as being genuinely asleep.

He knocks lightly on your bedroom door which is already propped open with a doorstop, and you hear the rustling of a bag that must contain the supplies he so thoughtfully brought to you. Your eyes sting with tears again, why does he have to be so good?

“Hey love, I’ve brought you some strong ass painkillers and some anti-sickness tablets. How are you feeling?” he asks in a quiet voice; you can detect concern in his tone and that alone makes you want to cry all over again.

You’re in half a mind to ignore him and pretend you’re in a deep sleep so he’ll leave but with the knowledge that he’s right there... that he’s in reach and he could hold you… maybe he could make it okay.

You breathe a shaky sigh and reluctantly open your eyes and sit up, sliding back against the headboard again as you look at him, a new kind of concern immediately washing over his features.

He rushes over to perch on the bed beside you, his pretty face painted with worry as he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You’ve been crying... is it that bad? Or...” he trails off, looking between your red, puffy eyes as if doing so would decode what was wrong. “Love, what is it? Talk to me”

He can see through your lie now, something you never do, which fills his own heart with heaviness. Ignoring the sting of knowing you lied to him, he awaits your answer, knowing not to press you if something was so wrong to the point you felt the need to mislead him.

So, he doesn’t prompt and push, instead he rubs your shoulder softly as he waits for a reply, his soft green eyes on yours, hopeful you’ll meet his gaze.

“M’not good, Har” you reply shakily, biting your lip to keep it from quivering because the last thing you wanted was to become a sobbing mess in front of him. You shake your head as you continue to look down, more damned tears dropping into your lap despite you willing them to stay away, your finger now absently trailing the wet droplets they leave on your leg.

“Hey, hey look at me.. look at me” he soothes gently, both of his hands now on your shoulders urging you to lift your head to meet his gaze again. You do so reluctantly, and he lifts one hand to cup your face and brush away the hot tears on your cheek.

He offers you a pained smile, one that clearly shows his care for you, but the warmth in his eyes as he scans over your face pushes you to wrap your arms around him, gentle sobs immediately leaving your body again.

He pulls you gladly into a tight hug as his hand reaches up to the back of your head and moves in soft strokes over your hair as you breathe in the scent that is so Harry, so... home.

His eyebrows knit together in response to the twist in his heart upon hearing you cry, feeling your body shake softly as the tears escape. He continues his soft stroking to the back of your head, wanting so badly to take whatever it is away, to make everything better.

“Shhh, I got you. M’not going anywhere. I got you” he soothes, squeezing his own eyes shut to try pull himself together so he can be there for you how you need him. “Wanna talk about it?” he asks, his voice soft in your ear and his hold on you still tight.

You shake your head as much as you can in his vice like grip.

“Wouldn’t even know what to say. Truly. I don’t know why I’m in such a rut.” you say honestly between sniffles. That was the most frustrating thing about the past week. There was no trigger, no cause.

Foolishly you shut yourself away, the answer to your problem being so obvious now you were in his company- in his arms. Your eyes prick again at the thought, that dull throb in your chest again making itself present.

“Feel better because you’re with me though- I shouldn’t have lied to you- I should’ve let you- shouldn’t have told you- I-” your rambling is cut off by Harry quietly shushing you and resuming his careful stroking of your hair. God, how does he make everything okay?

“Shh, I get it, s’okay… it’s okay. I got you, yeah? M’right here, always right here” he coos in your ear, and you nod your head fervently because of course you know.

Right here felt like the only place on earth. The best place on earth.

You both remain in silence like that for a while longer until Harry slowly pulls himself away from you, leaning back but keeping his hand firmly on your thigh, making a point of keeping some physical contact with you.

At last, you finally look at him properly, smiling awkwardly, a smile that he returns with that boyish, one-sided smirk of his that you’ve grown to love so much.

The comfortable silence between you both is complimented by the rain still hammering down outside.

You turn your head to glance out of the window at the thick droplets bouncing off the glass, then turn back to Harry, who has an amused expression on his face.

He’s the one giving you an awkward smile now, to which you return a puzzled look.

“What?” you ask suspiciously.

He brings his hand up to cover his smile, which is growing bigger by the second. He’s clearly trying not to laugh, but refusing to let you in on the joke, so you poke his ribs to further prompt him to answer.

“S’nothing” he laughs, to which you raise an eyebrow disbelievingly, causing him to laugh again.

You cross your arms whilst feigning an annoyed look, stubbornly waiting for him to kindly share whatever it is that he’s seemingly finding so funny.

“It’s just uhh, when- when was the last time you brushed your hair?” he asks sheepishly, clearly not wanting to embarrass you but finding your lack of effort appearance wise humorous.

Your hand instantly lifts to the messy bun that had initially been propped on the top of your head two days ago. By now it was hanging low at the back of your head, probably a matted mess.

You groan and hit him softly with the pillow behind you, and he raises his arms to defend himself, resuming his laughter as a reluctant smile makes its way onto your face.

“I mean, you look great, but uhh, hairbrushes… great inventions” he taunts, but you can hear his smile so clearly in his voice that it sends warmth through your chest.

“Funny.” you quip, kicking his knee with your socked foot. “please, continue making fun of my misery” you joke, and he holds his hands up in mock surrender.

“Okay, okay, I take it back” he laughs musically, and you purse your lips in a bashful pout, eyeing him fondly as he readjusts his position on the bed to sit cross legged in front of you.

The comfortable silence resumes, Harrys fingers absentmindedly rubbing soothing circles at your ankle.

“Seriously though, want me to brush your hair?” he asks, your heart fluttering at the gesture.

Honestly, the idea of having to brush your hair over the past two days was a task that had seemed entirely overwhelming, hence the state of your bun. And now that it was probably a matted mess, it was a job you were happy to give to someone else- someone who seemed to understand entirely instead of sitting here judging you.

You look down at your hands in your lap, half embarrassed before nodding your head.

“If you don’t mind.. thank you, H” you reply, giving him a grateful smile.

He returns it knowingly, standing to grab the hairbrush from your vanity and sitting back down. He motions with his hand for you to turn around with your back to him, which you do so obediently, feeling pre-emptively better knowing one basic self-care need was being taken care of.

Harrys hands gently tug at the hair tie that is somehow still hanging loosely in your hair, letting the tangled strands fall against your back.

He lets out a low whistle, to which you nudge him in the ribs with your elbow causing him to laugh quietly as he tries to separate the matted sections of your hair.

His fingers are soft and careful with your strands, and his use of the brush is even gentler, taking his time to properly ensure every piece of hair is free from knots. The delicate touch of his fingers brushing the back of your neck causes you to let  out a gentle sigh, and you unintentionally sink back into his touch, contentedly.

By the time Harry has completely detangled your hair you’re pressed flush against his back, not noticing he’d finished as he continues to stroke and run his hands through your hair. He observes you warmly, noting how your eyes have softly closed and your breathing has shallowed.

As much as Harry was loving the entire situation, mainly the fact he’d seemingly managed to calm you down and help you relax, his legs were going numb as hell and he needed to move you from your position that had you practically seated in his lap.

With a small squeeze to your shoulder, he breathes gently in your ear “M’done love. All done.”

You open your eyes, not even realising they’d closed, running your hand through your hair and revelling in how soft the stands now felt. You move away from Harry rather reluctantly, turning back to face him as he stands up from the bed.

“Thank you, Har. I- honestly I feel so much better, really.. thank you” you smile gratefully, your heart warm in your chest and full of such tenderness for your best friend.

You would never get over how truly wonderful he is.

“S’nothing, promise. I like helping you relax. Makes me feel good too” he confesses, a shy smile tugging at his lips.

You both exchange a look of fondness for each other, your eyes locking for an extended period of time. The exchange is warm, with a weight that is full of unsaid things but it’s also a look that needs no words- you both have a profound care for each other, that much has always been clear, but the longer you’re looking at him, the more your own gaze becomes one of longing.

Harry notices it too, his own eyes seeming to look deeper into yours as the warmth in them turns to something more heated.

You see it, you feel it, its thick in the air and you have to look away.

In return, Harry drops his eyes from your face and clears his throat as he fumbles with the hairbrush still in his hand.

He reaches to put it on the nightstand next to your forgotten pot of instant noodles which he picks up with a sigh. The mood instantly shifts back into one of playful friendliness as he holds them out to you with one eyebrow raised.

“This is what you’ve been eating?” he asks. “or not eating I should say. No wonder you’re so depressed” he jokes before walking out of the bedroom and into the open plan kitchen-living room, instant noodles in hand.

With him out of the room you place your head in your hands trying to calm down your thoughts and steady your heart rate. When did it start beating so quickly?

You’re brought out of your thoughts before you can even begin to overthink the look you’d both shared by the sound of the tap running from the bathroom down the hall from your room.

You step out of your bed and walk towards the source of the noise and are greeted by the sight of Harry running you a bath.

He notices you standing in the doorway and gives you a soft smile before walking over to you and gripping the sides of your arms gently.

“I’m gonna go get some real food while you take a bath, okay? I wont be long” he promises, pressing a parting kiss to your cheek before leaving, your heart quickening and heat rushing to your face.

You watch after him mindlessly, your fingers lifting to the spot he’d just kissed so casually, the feeling of his lips still lingering beneath your touch.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment, your hearing dulled, and sense of touch heightened, before a panicked instinct to check the running taps pulls you from your yearning trance.

You turn them off quickly, before removing your clothing and sinking into the soothing warmth of the water and willing it to wash you of these muddled feelings and flustered responses to Harry’s demeanour and affections.

You urge yourself not to overthink his kiss to your cheek, remembering all the times he’d kissed the top of your head whilst hugging you goodbye, usually always followed with some kind of joke about how he can only reach the top of your head so easily because you’re so much smaller than him.

“See ya later Bitsy” you recall his voice and think of how most of those situations ended. Warm but only friendly.

You sink beneath the water to wet your hair, dragging your hands over your face to wash away the grime from your face and along with it any thoughts of Harrys kiss being anything more than a friendly parting.

What you refuse to fully acknowledge is the way your heart leaps at the idea of it being more.

You finish bathing, before wrapping yourself in a towel, feeling so much better for being forced into taking care of yourself.

By the time you’re dressed in a fresh set of pyjama shorts and an oversized t-shirt, you leave your room to see Harry dishing up the food he left to retrieve.

He looks up from portioning a steaming bowl of ramen and gives you a warm, happy smile.

“You look like you’re feeling a little better?” he asks hopefully, to which you nod, returning his smile shyly.

“Much better, thank you. Mmmh, food smells amazing.” You sigh, reaching to grab the bowl he holds out for you before sitting side by side on the sofa.

You eat together in a relaxed silence, one that offers tender glances at each other and periodic laughs as you both try hopelessly to eat ramen noodles gracefully.

Harry finishes first, and you follow not far behind him before setting your bowl on the coffee table in front of you both.

You feel his eyes, on you but can’t force yourself to move your eyes from your hands in your lap. The silence suddenly feels heavy, you don’t even have to look at him to know his stare holds so much weight.

Its impossible to ignore. You feel it.

Your stomach is fluttering under his gaze and your mind is racing.

In an attempt to take the newly tense and awkward edge out of the silence that had now settled, you clear your throat, but it only draws attention to the tension that hangs thick in the air between you both.

You chance a look at him, his green eyes fixed on you with an expression you can’t read.

“Stop it” you whisper, not chancing your voice cracking.

His face is soft, but his brow is tense, his eye contact unwavering.

“Stop what?” he speaks softly.

You inhale slowly, your eyes closing before releasing a shaky exhale.

“Stop looking at me like that. I don’t know what it means” you say.

He leans closer, only slightly, but the growing intimacy of your proximity is enough to quicken your heart rate all over again.

“Looking at you like what, love?” he feigns innocence, his expression still just as achingly warm.

You can barely bring yourself to answer, still trying to convince yourself you must be misreading the entire situation, that he can’t be looking at you with this intense desire, so gently, so.. so..

“Longingly...” you whisper.

His expression softens, his eyes leaving yours to delicately trail over the features of your face, a soft sigh leaving his mouth as his focus stops at your lips before cupping his hand at your cheek.

“I can’t, love. Because I can’t tell you how long I have longed for this.” he whispers.

Your eyes shut tight at his confession, that familiar warmth radiating through your whole chest as the entire world seems to stop spinning again.

When you open your eyes, they threaten to spill over with tears, and Harry knowingly caresses the side of your cheek with his thumb.

You can’t breathe.

“Me too” you utter almost silently.

Your admission sparks the most beautiful, genuine smile you’ve ever seen Harry wear, and he touches his forehead to yours with his hand gently cradling the back of your head.

“Well, thank fuck for that” he jokes, and you laugh breathily before pulling back to finally meet his eyes with a new confidence.

He looks between each of your eyes before refocusing his gaze on your lips. Before you can even acknowledge the excitement blooming in your chest, his mouth is on yours.

And it’s soft. It’s slow. It’s everything you’ve ever wanted.

He pulls you into his lap and deepens the kiss, causing you to whimper into his mouth as your hands fist into his t-shirt, desperately trying to anchor yourself to him, not wanting to lose him now that you finally have him.

His hand moves from the back of your head, trailing down your back to gently cup your ass, your core clenching in utter desire in response.

He pulls away from the kiss breathlessly, his hand gliding softly beneath your t-shirt, caressing the skin of your stomach, up towards your ribs suggestively.

“I know you’ve spent all day in bed, love.” he breathes. “But would you mind if I took you back there?”

Your head dizzies with a new lust. You scan over his face as he pulls you down against his lap almost desperately, his expression showing nothing but his adoration and unsatiated need for you.

And now, you can think of anywhere else you’d rather be.

“..yes please.”

[thejakeslayla]

hello, can you write jealous sunghoon when you have time?

╰─▸❝ sunghoon as your jealous boyfriend ❞

pairing sunghoon x gn! reader ୨୧ genre angst, fluff ୨୧ warnings jealousy but i think thats obvs

as always, sunghoon cherished your presence at his concerts. knowing that his beloved is watching him perform so attentively motivated him to put in more effort, look his best, and give his all on stage. you would often wait in the dressing room as the guys prepared. your phone was always pointed at sunghoon, capturing countless pictures of him. after his makeup was done, you would consistently compliment his appearance. some days, you would pass the time playing games on your phone while chatting with him. your presence with sunghoon relaxed him and helped ease his anxiety and overthinking. he always appreciated your company.

however, this time he regretted inviting you. arms crossed, tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek, he observed you playfully interacting with jake. sunghoon would never in his life admit that he's jealous, but god, just the aura around him was telling otherwise. he gazed at you intensely, silently waiting for you to notice that he is watching.

it wasn't that he minded you talking to any of his bandmates, but he couldn't understand why you were so close to jake. almost in his arms, occasionally lightly hitting his shoulder when he cracked what seemed to be the funniest jokes ever.

sunghoon watched as jake finally glanced at him, his smile disappearing when he noticed sunghoon's irritation. he whispered something to you, and soon after, you made eye contact with sunghoon.

"finally remembered you have a boyfriend?" he muttered in a low, monotone voice as you finally took a seat next to him.

you placed your hand on his forearm, causing him to uncross his arms.

"hoonie, don't be like that." you pouted, making him look away to avoid melting in front of you.

"sunghoonie, of course i remember i have a boyfriend. i was just talking to jake, no need to be jealous." you teased. 

"who said i was jealous? talk to him as much as you want; his jokes are better than mine, aren't they?"

you couldn't help but smile at your sulky boyfriend. swiftly, you raised one of his arms, slid underneath it, and hugged his side. as you drew closer, he glanced at you once more. you took advantage of him facing you as you planted a brief kiss on his lips.

"no one is funnier than you, no one is better than you, and no one else is my boyfriend. i love only you, hoonie, okay?" you whispered as a staff member urged the boys to get ready to go on stage.

he finally dropped his grumpy act and kissed you back, unable to hide his smile. ss you felt the corners of his mouth lifting, you smiled too, breaking the kiss at the same time.

"go ahead and rock the stage, okay?"

"just for you."

requests: open © 2023 — all rights reserved to user thejakeslayla, please do not steal, plagiarise or translate any of my work !

[beauty-and-passion]

sooooo, latest video

Well... it seems like there is a video XD

Jokes aside, thanks anon for letting me know Mr. Sanders posted a video that was Sanders Sides related. Kudos for that <3

Then... I have some thoughts about this video. Thoughts I will divide into pros and cons, to make everything easier to explain.

If you don’t like long posts or reading criticism of any kind, please save yourself (and myself) some time and ignore this post. I won’t get offended, I promise.

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PROS

A real Aside

It looks like Thomas finally learned the difference between Asides and main episodes. It took him three years, but he finally realized that the Asides should be simple, no plot-related stuff. Good to see he finally got it.

(Still don’t understand why ATHD is a main episode, tho. It’s not plot-related and it’s very clearly more low-effort than FWSA and DWIT. Maybe Thomas didn’t want to leave it all by itself?)

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Some hopes for the characters

I was very relieved to see that the characters’ personalities are not completely butchered. There are a few things I will talk about in the cons section, but the overall vibe has stayed more or less the same. I’m especially relieved Virgil isn’t the fratboy he was in Thomas’ latest Instagram post, in which he talked all fratboy-esque and I almost expected him to bully me and steal my lunch.

The most in characters are Janus and Remus, which is nice to see too. Remus in particular, is still a chaotic rat man and I love him so much.

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Remus is my chaotic child

I personally think the best part of the whole video is Remus saying the others told him he could kill Bing Bong. I laughed so hard, I had to stop the video. That wonderful, chaotic rat man deserves to kill everything, as a treat <3

But actually, everything Remus says is great and that proves he’s the best, in this essay I will-

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CONS

A weird start

Let me recap my experience while watching the video for the first time.

So, the video starts and I’m welcomed by this guy with an orange shirt and blue hat, all happy and excited. For a split second, I think he’s Patton… but then, a Patton-esque guy with a sweater appears.

Okay, now I’m confused because I have no idea what’s happening here and don’t know who these guys are - I mean, if sweater guy is Patton, who is the orange guy? The orange side was introduced and I missed it? What’s happening here? Who are they? Are those the Inside Out characters as seen by Thomas? Will these guys meet their Sanders Sides “counterparts”?

But then another guy appears and he looks like Janus, so now I’m really lost because, seriously, who are these people? They call each other by name so they should be the Sides, but they also call the orange guy “Joy”, so who is this guy? Who are they? Are they the Inside Out characters cosplaying the Sides? Or vice-versa? What’s happening here?

I got my answer, only when Virgil appeared and clarified this was all a weird roleplay.

I have several questions:

Was it really necessary?

Why?

No, seriously, why? The Sides are the first to admit they aren’t an exact match to the Inside Out characters, so why doing this? Why flatten their multifaceted roles and personalities to do this? Because Mr. Sanders isn’t able to handle them?

Okay, fine, I know why Mr. Sanders wanted to do this weird roleplay and it could’ve been fun to see the Sides acting as the Inside Out characters… if only the Sides’ personalities stayed the same. But since their personalities are not the same anymore, all the viewers feel are confusion and a weird sense of “something’s wrong here”, which they can’t exactly pinpoint.

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Wrong aesthetics and confused personalities

In order to explain this point, I will bring two examples: Janus and Roman.

First of all, Janus. I know, he’s our beloved sassy queen and we all love him… but his aesthetic in this episode was completely wrong.

Janus is a character who wears layers upon layers of clothing. That’s the first thing you get, the first thing that characterizes him. But in this episode, he wears nothing but a gilet and a scarf. He shows with bare arms, bare shoulders, a deep V-neck and doesn't wear his gloves: for his standard, he’s basically naked.

You can tell me: “It was to match Disgust’s dress”. But since Remus put his own color on the costume, why couldn’t Janus put his own twist too? He’s not doing a perfect cosplay after all. So why not wear a sheer shirt underneath the gilet, to mimic the “nakedness” without showing his skin? Or a greenish/yellow shirt to match both his and Disgust’s aesthetic? I know Mr. Sanders loves to show his skin, but since he created a character whose aesthetic is to not show skin, why “strip” him just to show some more skin? Did Mr. Sanders forgot this aspect of Janus’ character?

But if Janus had at least his face and personality to remind us who he is, Roman had nothing. Seriously, look me in the eye and tell me that, when you saw that guy in orange, you immediately thought: “Ah yes, here is Roman”. There was no way to recognize him, because he had nothing of Roman.

First of all, not a single drop of red anywhere. And I know, roleplay and whatever… but Mr. Sanders is a theater man. He knows the importance of colors. He created seven characters by associating a color to each of them. And yet, Roman appeared without a drop of red, while Remus had no problem turning Fear’s sweater into green.

That doesn't mean Roman had to turn full red, but he could wear a red accessory at least: a bracelet, a necklace, a pin on his hat, whatever. Logan’s tie was blue after all. Or wasn’t Roman allowed to put a twist on his cosplay? This weird roleplay session gives me more questions than answers :/

Second (and most important), Roman’s personality was nowhere to be found. This guy is a more obnoxious, forced version of Roman. When he talked, I didn’t see a person talking: I saw Mr. Sanders reading a script. Or better, screaming a script. Seriously, why was he so loud? Why was he screaming this much, during the roleplay session? I almost got a headache and I don’t get headaches so easily. Seriously, if I needed to hear him louder, I could’ve turned up the volume of my computer, no need to scream this much.

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The makeup and the importance of details

The dark sides’ makeup has been butchered.

Remus’ eyeshadow used to be of a deep dark black/blue/purple. So why is it so light? Because of the roleplay? But it’s still light after the roleplay. What happened, did Thomas finish the eyeshadow? It’s not too expensive, can’t he buy some more?

Same goes for Virgil: his eyeshadow is basically non-existent. And that’s even weirder, considering that in the Christmas episode, he said he wanted darker makeup to match the darkness of his soul. Does that mean his soul isn’t dark anymore?

And then, Janus. My poor, beloved Janus. His makeup used to be impressive, with scales of a deep green/yellow/brown hue: now they look more like a weird, yellow-y rash, with a thin black line crossing them (probably made with an eye pencil?).

I know Thomas doesn’t have the same makeup artist, but experts exist. And if the one he has isn’t doing their job well, then I’m sorry, but he should hire another one. That’s not being mean, that’s being real.

And before any of you says: “That’s just a detail, you’re being nitpicky”... sure, you can see it like that. But let’s say someone gives you a cake and when you see it, there are missing decorations, the fondant doesn’t fully cover the cake and the phrase “Happy birthday” is wonky. And when you eat it, it has a weird aftertaste too. Sure, it was a gift, but would you think “That was the best ever!” or would you think “Thanks, but you could’ve spent a little more time making it better”?

Heck, you can apply the same concept with this post too! If I posted something with incorrect grammar and misspelled words, would you be happy? Or would you think “man, you could’ve spent a couple more minutes to correct it”?

Skipping details doesn’t make me think you care about your work: it makes me think that either you’re lazy or don’t really care. And if you’re okay with something with missing details, good for you. But from someone with a certain degree of expertise/professionalism like Mr. Sanders, I expect something professional too.

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Subtle vs thrown in your face

I enjoy the “Janus being a wine mom” thing: it’s funny, it makes me smile, poor boy dealing with the little shits he has around, please give him wine.

But you know what’s really funny about this? That it’s subtle. It happens once in a while. It’s not thrown in the face. And it’s not thrown in the face like that, with Sides luring Janus with wine, almost as if he’s an alcoholic and you can use wine to make him do anything.

Also because the whole “Janus loves wine” thing doesn’t work too well with the functions he embodies. I mean, this guy is responsible for lies. Do you really think lies and alcohol work well together? You need to be extremely lucid and focused to be a good liar. And I don’t think I have to explain to you why alcohol and self-preservation don’t work well together either.

So seeing him with a glass once in a while is funny, but seeing him being all like “you promised me wine” as if wine is his drug… that’s not funny.

Speaking of things that are funny when not thrown in the face, let’s talk about “falsehood” too.

Just like the wine, falsehood was funny when it came once in a while. It wasn’t a switch you could press and bam, Logan says “Falsehood!”. It was a momentarily outburst because Logan’s main reaction isn’t to yell: Logan’s main reaction is to explain things by using cold logic. Because that’s who he is: logic.

So, when I see him dropping a “falsehood” like this, I don’t enjoy it. I feel it old and stale. And it saddens me too, because it looks like Thomas is using the easiest bait to get his fans’ attention. A bit like a bunch of dangling keys: see? Your favorite character says his catchphrase! Now laugh!

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Apollo gave me the gift of prophecy (or maybe it was just too obvious this would happen)

Right after Roman stops screaming, Virgil starts screaming. And he does it in the most out-of-character way, for the most out-of-character reason.

Since the Q&A episode from season one, Virgil was the first one to tell Thomas that Anxiety looks different for anyone and that he specifically chose the dark persona to keep “everyone’s guard up”.

So why is he complaining so much about a movie representation of Anxiety now? And why should everyone remind him that hey, Anxiety looks different for everyone? He should already know that. He was the first to tell that.

Do you know what this is? No, not a pathetic excuse to talk about a trending topic (i.e. Inside Out). It’s proof I was fucking right and of course I was, because I experienced it too.

What did I say in my old post about the problem with this series? That SaSi doesn’t have an outline. And what happens when you don’t have an outline and, instead of focusing on that project/writing an outline, you do 20 other different things instead? That more time will pass. And the more time will pass, the more you will forget things you already talked about.

Like, you know, a topic from season 1 that was clarified, over and done by the same character who now forgot it.

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The golden goose will never die

Call me a conspiracy theorist or just an old hag with a heart of stone. But I really would like to know the real reason why, deep down, Thomas made this video.

I doubt it was because he missed the Sides and wanted to do something with them. He doesn’t miss them the slightest, it’s quite clear. He doesn’t even care enough to remember what their personalities are supposed to be, how can he "miss" them?

But oh look, there was new merch to advertise. And Inside Out is a trending topic and the fandom knows about the association between SaSi and the movie. So if Mr. Sanders makes the right video at the right time, he can get a lot of views with minimal effort.

But he should advertise a shirt with all Sides in, so he can’t just make a video about Virgil reacting to a trailer: he needs all of the Sides to be there. So, let’s rush a video with the first idea that popped into his mind: that Virgil doesn’t like the Inside Out take on Anxiety.

Maybe that’s not what truly happened in his mind and behind the scenes. Maybe Mr. Sanders really just wanted to make a video with the Sides and I’m a cynical, heartless person. Personally, I would be way happier to know I was wrong and there weren’t ulterior motives behind this video.

But without any actual proof, I won’t believe this video was made just for passion. Passion doesn’t make you skip details. Passion doesn’t make you put on a sloppy video, without taking two more minutes to check if your characters are IC or the topic you want to talk about makes sense.

Believe me, I’m very sad to say this. I don’t want to think all of this. I always try to be optimistic and think good of people. But if this is what I get, how can I believe this video was made with good intentions and no ulterior motives? Especially since it’s coming from a guy who can be accurate, detail-oriented, and very subtle while acting? He did all of this in the past: now it looks like he forgot everything.

If you want to still watch this Aside, do it. If you enjoy it, even better. For me, that was just a tiny waste of time and it left me nothing except a momentary smile. At the end of the day, I don’t even care enough to watch it twice. And for me, that's a failure, coming from a series I used to watch on repeat.

[thebadboyfanclub]

Do You Want This? Pt. 1 (Jacaerys x Reader)

Hello everyone! Merry Christmas and happy holidays. I’ve had this in the drafts and nitpicking on it but fuck it consider it a gift and give me an A for effort. There’s incest here btw and also Jacaerys is older cause keeping him the age of the show is weird. Enjoy!

“Sister, Welcome home”

(Y/n) called for Rhaenyra as her big sister opened her arms wide in order to embrace (y/n) in a big warm hug to which her younger sister ran into and wrapped her arms around Rhaenyras waist tight but careful not to hurt her or her baby. (Y/n) was almost attached at the hip with Rhaenyra when they were younger, it felt like she was the only person that understood (y/n), in her sisters arms she felt the familiarity and love she had missed.

(Y/n) was the second child of Aemma and Viserys, the reason her mother passed away, the reason why Viserys could barely look at her. He let the maester perform the cut hoping for a son so as a result not only did he lose his beloved wife, the child was another daughter.

(Y/n) felt her fathers disappointment in her from a very young age, however she never resorted into sitting comfortably in her victim role and slouch in the shadow of her sister, she found joy in not having to attend to the court meetings or learning how to perform duties of an heir. Rhaenyra never blamed (y/n), she was aware of whom it was that made the decision to go forth with the fatal procedure that took their mothers life, on the contrary she was protective of her -not that she needed it- she just always made sure her little sister was safe.

(Y/n) had been perfectly content with being alone, the quietness and freedom suited her well, Rhaenyra was amazed by how much her younger sister was glowing, she looked more beautiful than ever. (Y/n) had always been a lone wolf yet no one really believed she would have lasted this long.

“You left for a few years and you decide to give birth to an entire pact and with another one on the way”

(Y/n) teased playfully as she lightly caressed the bump that her sister had. Rhaenyra smiled before softly grabbing her sisters shoulders to give a small squeeze of endearment as she kept smiling wildly showing off her pearly white teeth.

“Gods have been good, I wish you the same soon”

“I’m perfectly content with being able to tighten my corset until I’m unable to breathe, I’m leaving the birthing stuff to you dear sister”

She joked light heartedly still there was some truth in her remarks.(y/n) had thought of being a mother, quite often actually however she hadn’t found someone to believe was worth to stand as the father of her child.

“My oh my, do my eyes deceive me? Jacaerys, Lucerys and Joffrey, gods be good! You have grown to such handsome men”

“I missed you”

Lucerys blabbered out loud before running to her and squeezing his aunt. (Y/n) and Lucerys had shared quite the bond before they left, her and Rhaenyra were the only ones he would not cry when he was held, when he had bad dreams and did not want to admit to his mother that he was still scared of nightmares he would run to her bed and ask if he can sleep with her.

“And I missed you too dear Luke, let me take a good look at the future lord of driftmark”

(Y/n) of course adored him, he was such a sweet and gentle soul, she would do anything to protect him. She had him back and placed a kiss on the top of his head before she placed her hand on his chin to take a good look at him.

“You’re so much taller since I last saw you, hopefully now you can start taking me on rides with Arrax”

“Anytime you wish”

She kissed his chubby cheek before she diverted her gaze to the tallest man out of the three. She stepped towards him as she scanned his presence.

“It’s lovely to see you again, aunt (y/n)”

Jacaerys spoke in a low voice, avoiding to look at her. Jace always had a crush on his aunt, she was such a beautiful woman, he remembers dropping his sword on accident when she appeared on training or messing up his words when she tried to test his high Valyrian knowledge.

He was hoping his feelings have pasted and he would be able to face her, he was betrothed to a beautiful woman that had a good heart, he was praying that his little dirty thoughts would not come back, although they never really left him, he couldn’t have been more wrong. There she stood, her alluring presence and melodic voice was his soft spot.

“Jacaerys, welcome home my dearest”

(Y/n) smiled at the kind boy and walked over to hug him, Jacaerys froze for a quick moment before returning the favour. Her scent hit him immediately, she smelled of vanilla and jasmine, such a warm and suitable combination. He took a deep breath and felt his shoulders sink before he snapped out of his trance

As she pulled away (y/n) gave him a comforting smile and caressed his cheek in such a gentle manner that almost made him turn red before turning back to her older sister.

“Rhaenyra, I must show you how big Kai has gotten”

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As the week passed Jacaerys tried to be as discreet as possible, he yearned for her presence and did almost everything he could to be around her. Respectfully of course, he was betrothed to Baela as well as being whispered around the castle that Cregan Stark had started to show interest in (y/n). It wasn’t the first time someone had shown interest in her, still he had to recognise that it was a tempting offer and people were starting to whisper about how she still has not been wed.

The hour was late yet Jacaerys could not seem to be able to rest, his mind was so preoccupied with different types of thoughts and refused to quiet down in order to fall into deep slumber.

He quickly got up and out of his room to roam around, as the idea of taking a walk to his dragon came to his mind he saw a small source of light in the library. Who would be up at this hour? He took a few steps before realising who it was.

(Y/n) was sitting close to the window in one of the chairs, her white night gown leaving her shoulders and collarbone bare, her hair was down and tucked behind her ears and she had pulled the material a little bit higher leaving her legs exposed, she looked like a dream as she sat there reading.

“I see that being discreet is not your strongest trait”

She spoke to him without looking up. (Y/n) had started to notice how Jacaerys looked at her, how he lingered in the background how his gaze followed her around wherever she went, she tried to rid of those thoughts although it was no easy task. Jacaerys was handsome, kind, a true gentleman, yet how could she do that to Rhaenyra? (Y/n) knew her sister would never understand.

Jacaerys cleared his throat before he fully entered the room, closing the door behind him as he faced (y/n). He could sit there and watch her all night if he could, he hated the gods for making him think like this, besides she would never give him a chance to prove himself worthy of her love.

“What’s keeping you up my lady?”

“I don’t know, I just cannot seem to fall asleep, what about you?”

“Do you want the truth?”

“Always”

“You”

That was when she raised her gaze. He stood proudly even though his expression was filled with anxiety. No she must have heard wrong, he didn’t just admit that it was her that kept him up at night.

“I assume you are jesting”

“Unfortunately not”

“Jacaerys I-“

“I know what you will say. It is inappropriate for us to discuss this type of matter, you’ve raised me as your own therefor you could never betray Rhaenyra like that and the list goes on”

he interrupted her as he paced back and forth while talking with his hands moving. He was well aware of what she would try to say, that this could not be, that it would be impossible, that he is betrothed. (Y/n) got up from her seat making Jacaerys come to a halt while she left the book on the wooden table that stood between them. Her fingers traced the dark wood before she took a deep breath

“If you know then… what are you trying to achieve?”

“I guess one call only wish, is that such a bad thing? To dream of you”

“Yes, yes it is bad Jacaerys, I am your mothers sister”

“Do you think this situation pleases me (y/n)? You have made these past few days insufferable, I cannot seem to focus on anything, I am not even able to rest my mind cause you are driving me insane”

(Y/n)s palm came in contact with the table as she put her weight to her hands in order to support herself breaking eye contact for a few seconds so she can collect her thoughts.

In any other situation (y/n) would have already tried to get close to him, to show him she is interested, he was a man that did not go unnoticed, she was shocked when she first saw him after so long, he had grown into a ravishing young man, she had managed to ignore her sexual longing for Jacaerys for the past few days and now she came face to face with reality.

“I am leaving for the north in two days, I have decided to accept Cregans offer”

“No, I will not let you”

“Are you listening to yourself? You are to be married to Baela, she loves you Jace”

She whispered yet yelled at the same time exasperated, she was not only thinking of herself, he was the future king, his entire life was at risk, she felt responsible to prevent him for doing something he might regret. As she desperately tried to reason with him it took all her might to not spill her thoughts that had torture her.

“And I thought I loved her as well but I’ve been proved wrong.I’ve made so many attempts to remove you from my mind, to finally allow another woman I have always dreamed of you, ever since I was a young boy, do you want to know how many nights I’ve spend fantasising of you? of your… body, you are the succubus that has turned into a weak man with no power over my acts, I’m sitting here in the middle of the night begging for just a crump of your affection”

Jacaerys started to walk in her direction, his finger reaching out to make a trace from her wrist all the way up to her shoulder before he stood right behind her. His voice was Low and seductive, he knew the power he was starting to have over her, (y/n) exhaled loudly as his hand brought goosebumps at her spine and looked down in order to avoid eye contact.

(Y/n) could feel his chest colliding with her back while his free hand gently grabbed her hair and placed them on her right shoulder. He could feel her shallow and unsteady breathing, she closed her eyes at his touch that made her shiver lightly.

“My imagination has been my company through my adolescence, I have prayed to be given the chance for a few moments with you alone”

“I did not wish for any of this, think of the… consequences. This marriage means everything to our family”

“To hell with them, you are worth losing everything for. Haven’t you thought of it (y/n)? You’ve never spared a moment to imagine what it would be like if I… pleased you? Better yet, you have ever imagined what it would feel like? Say you haven’t thought of spending the night with me and I’ll be gone in an instant”

He whispered in her ear. His breath hitting her skin and almost forcing her to lose her train of thought. She turned her head slightly to look into his eyes which was a mistake. She fell victim of his intense glare that compelled her to not even be able to form a sentence.

“I know I’m not as experienced as you, yet you have haunted me throughout my life, I thought I would be happy enough with finding a woman that you shared similar traits but I just… my mind, body and soul yearns for you, your touch, your warm embrace, I belong to you”

“No, no we mustn’t”

“Yes we must”

He turned her roughly and head her by her waist in place, his body pressed against her leaving no space for her, her bum colliding with the table.

“Do you want this?”

“I- We”

“Do you want… me?”

“Yes”

She breathed out, her tone so low that he could barely hear, she had known lust before but mixed with the fantasy of biting the forbidden fruit made it more thrilling. His hands cupped the sides of her face as hers went to hold on tightly at the sides of his waist, grabbing the material of his shirt with all her might, it was better than any wine she had tasted and more passionate than any man she had bed.

His eyes trailed down and then up, her lips were slightly parted and her chest rose and fell as she tried to take deep breaths, her piercing eyes sparkled as she stared at him, like an antelope looking at their predator, he couldn’t believe she stood right in front of him, he was in awe of how she looked while the only source of light was the moon and a few candles, he had thought of this moment for so long so he wanted to take it slow, cherish every second of being this close to her.

“I have a wild imagination but i never thought you would be so… breathtaking”

His hands went to the small of her back as he slowly leaned in towards her lips, even though she tilted her head to the side he still stopped inches away from her lips wanting to tease her and make her feel just an ounce of how he has been dealing with for all these years.

“Do you want me to kiss you?”

She didn’t say anything, she just closed the space between them and attacked his lips hungrily. The kiss was full of passion, full of unsaid words and eagerness, they had both thought of this moment yet they had chosen to suffer in silence until now.

He pushed her up on the table and (y/n) wrapped her legs around him, she needed him to be as close as possible, as her hands found the hem of his pants they were both startled by the knock on the door.

“Princess (y/n)?”

It was her knight, (y/n)s eyes went wide before she jumped up and grabbed him by the upper shoulders to wake him from the shock

“Hide”

she whispered to Jacaerys. Lost in the moment and startled by the interruption he kissed her passionately one more time before he ran behind one of the bookshelves.

(Y/n) comped her hair before she took one deep breath and opened the door.

“Ser Helias, thank the gods you came I had seemed to…. Fallen asleep”

She said in a low and drowsy manner and even faked yawned in the middle of the sentence. Jacaerys wanted to laugh on the other side he was thankful but her quick thinking and a pretty believable story she had chosen.

“Princess rhaenyra is asking for you, she says it’s urgent”

Her blood ran cold at the mention of her sister, could she had seen them? Or heard them? No it could not be. On the outside she remained calm, she smiled sheepishly to her knight and nodded

“Odd, alright then lead the way please”

Part two

[punderdome]

The Fine Print: Chapter 2

Summary: Rapidly running out of options, signing Raphael’s contract was the only way to free herself from the tadpole and defeat the elder brain.  She should have paid closer attention to the wording of the contract before she signed it.  Now, Tav gets more than she bargained for, and the devil has come to collect.

Rating: SFW, some suggestive language

Word Count: 3,637

Chapter 2: The Terms and Conditions

It was over…mostly.

Tav felt strangely empty as she sat on the docks of Baldur’s Gate with her knees pressed tightly to her chest.  Alone.  The consummation of her promises to Raphael felt particularly shameful, and she did not want anyone else to see how low she had fallen.  The Netherbrain was defeated and the Crown rested in her hands, glittering in the dawn.  She heard a snap and a familiar stench of cherries, musk, and sulfur invaded her nostrils.  This was the last thing she had to do to fulfill her contract: present the Crown of Karsus to Raphael.

“Such a glorious sight to behold,” Raphael swaggered, standing behind her.  She silently refused to turn towards him.  “A Netherbrain falling from the sky in an arc of fire, such a grand conclusion to a very epic tale indeed.  The bards will be singing your praises for centuries to come.”

“Alright, Raphael.”  Tav was too exhausted to think and the emotions of the hurried goodbyes on the dock left her feeling numb.  “Here is your Crown.”  She rose and finally looked up at him.  The sinister glee on his face made her stomach turn.  She handed him the Crown, and he took it gingerly, in a mocking display of reverence.

“My beloved Little Mouse, my most cherished client.”  Raphael said softly.  “I have business to attend to, and I expect you desire some rest.  I shall leave you to conclude your business for three days, after I will collect you for our dinner at the evening bells.”

“What dinner?”  Tav exclaimed.

“One of the obligations of your contract.  A lovely feast in celebration.”  She paused but then remembered his grandiose promise of dinner when he received his heart’s desire.

“Alright, our dinner.”  She was too tired to argue with him, and an agreement was an agreement.  It was just a line on a contract.

“Three days.  Until then, I bid you a pleasant rest.”  With a snap he had gone in a flash of embers.  Regret pooled in Tav’s stomach.

*******

Tav returned from an aimless and completely unproductive afternoon in the ruins of the Lower City and retreated to her room in the Elfsong Tavern.  There was wreckage strewn everywhere in the streets and a gut-wrenching stench of decomposing bodies of Baldurians and mind flayers alike.  She wanted to help with the rebuilding efforts, but with neither strength nor necessary skills, she was more of a hindrance than a help.  Some of the tradespeople had weakly accepted Tav’s offers of aid, due to her new status as Savior of Baldur’s Gate, but after the third time of being asked to alphabetize spare tools, she finally took the hint.

Her room was quiet and lonely.  What used to be a center of enlightening conversation, jokes, laughter, and breakup awkwardness was now silent.  The beds they shared together were cold.  Tav brushed her hand over the other pillow on her bed, wishing Karlach was still there to share it with her.  Lae’zel and Karlach had been the only ones to truly still support and trust her after her unceremonious breakup with Gale.  For the last month of their adventures together, Gale had refused to speak with her, preferring to speak around her as though she never existed.  He had done as he promised by continuing to fight with her, even though she had not followed through with her promises to him by giving the Crown of Karsus to Raphael.  Her sternum had started to ache with the loss over the last day or so, but she wasn’t completely sure it wasn’t just heartbreak or loneliness.

It had been three days since the Netherbrain fell and their departure at the docks.  Astarion had fled into the Underdark, hoping to lead the other vampire spawn to a more satisfying existence.  Wyll and Karlach were in Avernus until Karlach’s engines could be fixed.  Lae’zel had immediately left to lead her people against Vlaakith’s tyranny - inspiring them with Orpheus’s memory and legacy.  Jaheira went home with Minsc.  Halsin was in Reithwin and permanently renamed ‘Daddy.’  Shadowheart and Gale left for Waterdeep, her to seek the Temple of Selune and he to find a permanent solution for the Orb, now that there was no way to remove it.  That left her.  Tav.  Alone.  Having dinner with fucking Raphael.

That fucking bastard and his fucking contractually-obligated dinner in the Hells.

All she had to do was play nice for one stupid fucking evening, and their contract would be complete.  

Tav ruminated on what would happen in her future.  She could go somewhere else.  Become someone else.  She could do anything she ever dreamed of with her new life, but she had to put that on hold for a brief moment.  What she had to do next was get through one stupid, terrible dinner in a stupid, terrible place.

She turned and noticed two parcels on the opposite nightstand that had appeared while she was out.  A note was neatly laid atop the parcels, and she immediately recognized that fucking perfume.

Please enjoy these gifts, I look forward to our dinner at the House of Hope this evening.

-R.

Bastard.

She opened the larger parcel and unfolded a beautiful boreal blue gown of silk with delicate gauzy sleeves and intricate silver embroidery of roses and vines everywhere across the bodice.  She balked.  This gown must have cost several small fortunes.  She paused for a moment.  Boreal blue was her favorite color, but how did he know?  Was Raphael spying on her?  No.  She banished the thought quickly, he obviously noticed that her sorceress’s robes were a similar deep color and figured it was a safe choice.

The smaller parcel was a wrapped wooden box the size of her hand.  Oh Gods no. It had to be jewelry. Why the fuck was that smarmy asshole getting her jewelry?

It was a silver bracelet with links like chains, small diamonds embedded into the linkages.  There was a larger ruby dangling from one end, encircled delicately with silver.  Why was he giving her a gown and a bracelet?  At least he realized at some level that silver was much better with her cool, pale complexion than gold.  The ruby she could do without.  She could probably get a jeweler to remove it later.

A resigned sigh slipped from her mouth: Raphael clearly expected her to wear his gifts this evening, and she already knew she was going to be treated like some kind of exotic pet.  His pet adventurer wearing his gifts.  His pet adventure wearing his beautiful gifts.

Tav departed for the bath, relaxing in the warm water.  Her thoughts raged within her through the steam and the nagging ache in her chest.  I only have to play nice for one night, she repeated to herself.  This is what he demanded in his damn contract, and so I must do this to save my soul.

Her mind slipped inadvertently into a dark and lonesome place.  The memory was seared into her mind in a haze of beauty and pleasure, and now as she recalled it, it was transformed into loneliness and regret.

Gale’s hands, trailing all over her body, basking in the afterglow of lovemaking in his tent.  He smiled at her before gently tracing his thumb over her lower lip.  He said he had a question for her, and she told him to ask.  He pledged her his soul, and that he was hers.  He would do anything for her.  She was annoyed that he wasn’t asking his question. Verbose wizards.  He traced his hands over her body before pulling her closer.  He ran his fingers gently over the scales on her cheekbones.  He still wasn’t asking his question.  Quit stalling.  Overly dramatic wizards.  He asked her to marry him after their tadpoled adventure was over.  They would return together to Waterdeep.  She agreed and realized that perhaps it was ok that he took his sweet time to ask her this burning question.

Over the coming days and acquisition of a singular Karsite book from beneath the Sorcerous Sundries, he had reiterated that his soul belonged to her but again renewed his obsession for ascension to godhood.  They would be together forever in Elysium, and Waterdeep was forgotten in his mind.  

Tav refocused to the situation ahead of her:  Gale was gone.  There would never be any life for them in Elysium or in Waterdeep.  Her adventure was over.  Her friends were all gone.  The only thing she had left was dinner.  Dinner with fucking Raphael.

After she had bathed and dried, she started to do her hair.  Raphael hated disorder, so while she was tempted to fuck with him by leaving her dark brunette curls to run wild, she tried to tame them into something that resembled order.  She secretly wished they would rebel and escape to frizzy, chaotic freedom.  Her Trobairitz knot was mostly neat, with her curls pinned back carefully in a semblance of order.  Respectable indeed.

A small amount of kohl around her eyes and a quick smear of red pigment across her lips would have to do.  Raphael did say he was collecting her at the evening bells, and she wanted to play the part of his good little mouse until she was free of her contract.

She donned a chemise and corset before donning the gifted gown.  She was amazed by how perfectly it fit her.  Gods above, what kinds of tailors did the Hells actually have?  The gauzy sleeves were the perfect length.  The square neckline showed off her collarbones.  The length was perfectly tailored to not brush the floor in the flat slippers she donned.  She clasped the bracelet around her left wrist and examined in the remaining dusk how it sparkled and shimmered in the sinking sunlight.

The peals of the evening bells told her it was time.  One terrible, stupid dinner with one terrible, stupid devil.  Perhaps she was the terrible, stupid one for not negotiating out of this dinner.

****

As soon as they arrived at the House of Hope, Raphael shed his human guise and appeared in his cambion form.  “Welcome, my dearest, to the House of Hope.”  Raphael stood tall, wearing fine embroidered silks in black and gold with red patterns that resembled the lick of a fire.  Atop his head was his very own halo: the Crown of Karsus, framing his four horns in a regal sight.

Having some sense of self-preservation, Tav swallowed her instinct to remind him petulantly that she had been here before for a different feast at their original meeting.  “Thank you, my Lord, I do appreciate your invitation.”

“Ah, but invitations are no longer necessary, hmm?”  She didn’t know what he was implying.  Was he inviting her to show up whenever she wanted?

Raphael clapped gleefully before breaking the silence.  “You look ravishing, my darling.  Your gown suits you so well.”

“You have fine taste.” 

“I do, don’t I?” he bemused.  She smiled politely, and deigned not to roll her eyes or point out his obvious demands for attention.

“You do have good taste, my Lord.” Formal.  Dignified.

His sharp grin widened, and he extended a hand to her.  Play nice.  She gingerly placed her right hand in his, observing how large his cambion form really was.  He towered over her, and as his wings outstretched, she felt every bit that she was a tiny rodent.  He shifted her hand gently to the crook of his elbow and led her to the dining hall where they first met.

Thick curtains were pulled across the windows to shield the room from Avernus’s perpetual daylight.  Hundreds of candles brightened the room while bathing it in a soft glow.  The fire in the hearth was simmering but not raging.  Dozens of cambions stared down at Tav from dozens of portraits, all different versions of Raphael in different situations and wearing different regalia.  It would have almost been majestic if it just hadn’t been so ridiculous.

Raphael gestured grandly at his dining table, adorned with a staggering variety of different foods from the Material Plane.  There were fruits, raw and cooked, from every part of Toril.  Dozens of different vegetables were stewed or roasted with different sauces and seasonings.  Tav struggled to identify all of the cooked meats, whether they be in roasts or pies.  She only prayed that none of them were constructed from humanoid creatures.

“A glorious feast, my dear, for such a wonderful celebration.”  The smug coo in his voice irked her, but only politeness was on the menu this evening.  She smiled brightly up at him, but she knew it would never appear sincere.

“Thank you, my Lord,” she repeated like a clockwork toy.  Whenever his ego was hungry, she would feed it.

Raphael led her to a pair of chairs on the far side of the dining table where two places were set.  He pulled his arm out from under her hand and offered her a dramatic bow before pulling out her chair and motioning for her to sit down.

“This is kind of you, my Lord.”

“My dearest Mouse,” he whispered in her ear as he pushed her chair into the table.  He brushed his hands lightly over the embroidered shoulder of the gown he had purchased for her.  An involuntary shudder worked its way down her spine.  Small sprays of snowflakes worked their way down her dress as she struggled to reclaim her decorum.

Raphael sat down at the place next to her and grabbed a bottle of wine.  He poured them each a goblet and offered a disarming smile.  Why didn’t he have the mage hand serve them like he had before?

“I propose a toast!” he grabbed his goblet and gestured towards her.

Tav gingerly grabbed her own goblet but made a genuine attempt at a cheerful toast.  “To what are we toasting, my Lord?”

“To a most fruitful partnership.” There was a mischievous catch that caught her off guard.  She only responded with a smile before the gentle clink of the glass goblets.  She drank a sip of the lush red wine and noted that it was clearly even smoother than anything he had served her in the Devil’s Den while trying to earn her favor.

Raphael gestured eagerly for her to begin feasting.  Tav looked around at the options, and decided to eat something where she could definitely discern the origin.  She wouldn’t have put it past Raphael to have a rack of roasted Dwarf hidden behind the breadbasket.  He smiled at her before beginning to carve a suckling pig.  Seeing him decapitate and bisect a roasted animal was definitely not something Tav had expected for this dinner, but then she remembered that she was dining in the Hells, so maybe she should have anticipated something like that.

Only one evening.  She repeated silently.

Raphael offered her the carved meat from the suckling pig, and she wordlessly accepted, allowing the fiend to gracefully place the meat alongside her other choices on her plate.

“Tell me, my darling, what have you been doing the past few days?” Raphael politely inquired.

“I have been assisting in rebuilding the ruined Baldur’s Gate,” Tav stated assertively.

“Oh?” Raphael hummed as he began to cut his food, his diet clearly carnivorous.  “Please regale me with tales of your heroics in the rebuilding of the Gate.”

He had been following her, and he knew that she had failed at doing anything really meaningful during the rebuilding process thus far.  She should have offered the Flaming Fist cold drinks by means of her magic, that would have been more interesting than the reality.  As much as it pained her, she told Raphael the truth.  “I have alphabetized the tools of many a great tradesman, my Lord.  I shall soon see all of the masons and woodworkers have order in their workshops.”

The cackle that followed unnerved her.  

“You are so endearing, my Little Mouse.” He took incredible pleasure in his condescension.  

“I aim to please, my Lord.”  Raphael bristled very slightly at her continuing formality.  Good little mice keep their good little souls.  She ate gently and gracefully like her rodent counterpart.

“You are wearing the bracelet I gave to you, please show me.”  His request was hungry and eager.  The desire was clear in his golden orbs and blackened sclera.  She offered him the bejeweled wrist for inspection.  He turned her wrist over a few times looking for something unknowable.  “I shall seek more gemstones next time.”

Next time?

“You are too generous, this is a fine and lovely bracelet.  I have been admiring it, my Lord,” Tav responded truthfully. 

Raphael unexpectedly rose from his chair to stand behind her.  His form seemed to grow larger in comparison to hers at every opportunity.   She opted not to shy away from him and defiantly sat straight up in her chair.

“I think something different is in order.”  Raphael gently traced his claws from collarbone to collarbone spending a great deal of time at her throat.  He could easily slice her skin and make her bleed out in his dining room if he had wanted to.  Tav wondered absentmindedly if he did slit her throat now, where would her soul go?

“What do you have in mind, my Lord?”  Her question was flat, testing the waters.

“A necklace to match the bracelet, but with additional gemstones this time.”  Tav hummed an acknowledgment but still felt the pricks of danger as Raphael’s cambion claws traced along her throat.  His claws gently traced to the back of her neck and lightly through her hair, absently playing with a single curl that had fallen out of her Trobairitz knot.

What in the nine hells of Baator was he doing?

Tav scrambled to change the subject and lean away from his touch.  “Would you prefer a sweet course for dessert?  I can also serve you the traditional fruits and cheese.”

Raphael declined dessert altogether, stating a different type of hunger, and a wave of realization washed through her.  Tav wriggled quickly out of his grasp, and she could feel his frustration at her motions. To break the tension, she requested tea from the servants out of pure panic.  As Raphael nodded to the servant with her request, prayers to save her from this particular situation flooded her mind.  He thinks this is a date.  Lathander!  Azuth!  Umberlee!  Waukeen!  Tymora!  Tempus! Lloth!  Save me!

She tried to make light conversation, and Raphael seemed to relax again.  His eyes moved over her hungrily.  He was clearly mentally undressing her, spending a great deal of time at her chest and the upper part of her thighs.  He was prepared to devour her, and the look of pure lust sent her back into a panic.  The servant returned within a few moments with a cup of hot tea for her, but Tav scrambled out of her chair, knocking over both tea and chair and bringing a fresh wave of chaos into Raphael’s house.

“My great thanks for your hospitality, Raphael,” she managed to stammer out, trying not to trip over freshly upended furniture.  She fled towards the portal chamber, eager to return to the Elfsong Tavern.

“My darling-” Raphael started as he followed her.

Gods, he really did think that was a date, didn’t he?  Would he expect some sort of kiss at the end of the night?  No, he clearly expects more than that.

She was only mildly out of breath when she reached the portal chamber, and Raphael looked less than amused by her antics and attempts at flight.

“Tavara,” he started and took a long breath trying to subdue his quickly rising anger.  “What are you doing?”

The portals were all inactive.  She eagerly touched each one hoping somehow that they would hum to life and one of them would bring her home.

“Raphael, thank you for the dinner, but please take me home,” Tav pleaded.

“No.”  His response sucked all the air out of her lungs.

“No?”

“No.”

“Raphael, I thank you for the hammer, but now I want to go home.”  Her voice raised at least a half octave, hoping the devil would hear her, but the look in his eyes clearly betrayed that nothing was going to change his mind.

Raphael grabbed her by the shoulders and was surprised at the fear response she showed.  She genuinely cowered before him, her internal fire fading into embers.  A brief moment passed before he understood.

“My dearest, you are not going home to Prime Materiel.”  His voice was assertive and final.  “You live here now.”

“No I don’t!”  Her response confirmed Raphael’s suspicions and he silently cursed every reading tutor in all regions of Faerun.

“Tavara, my dear,” Raphael started, with his voice far gentler than she thought possible.  “You are my wife.”

“You’re fucking joking, you sick fuck.”  His jaw immediately clenched with barely contained rage, and his grip on her became much more punishing. “I never agreed to anything like that.”  Her voice became more desperate with every word, cracking and faltering.  She knew the devil standing before her was concentrating his wrath and determining which debtor was going to experience it all firsthand.

“Tavara,” Raphael started again, annoyed at her continual challenges to his patience.  “We are wed.  You signed the contract.”

“I signed no such thing, our only deal was for me to give you the Crown for the Hammer.  I agreed to nothing about some ridiculous imaginary relationship with you!” Tav desperately countered.

“Tavara.”  He was mentally cursing whomever taught her Infernal and vowing to disembowel them before slowly removing every fingernail then severing every limb before restoring them to perfect health and doing it all a second time.  “Tavara, that contract for the Hammer is our marriage contract.”

[mega-punani]

Hello hello!! I really love your writing and your art sm!! <33 I gotta say I'm all in for the romantic feels asks but platonic dynamics have a special place in my heart so- got any headcanons for the pirate au boys with a little sister medic/healer crewmate? Like the passive sweetie in the background that makes sure everyone's okay and her worry about everyone rivals that of edge yk? Ty! ^w^

RAHHH THANK U!!! I TRY MY BEST EVERY DAY!

Worried Medic Younger Sibling Y/N!:

Sans: Oh great, yet another sibling to spend sleepless nights worrying about... All jokes, Sans loves them to bits, and he is so incredibly grateful that they would go out of their way to fret over him and take care of him. He had just grown so used to hiding his weaknesses, for Pap's sake. But now, he finally had someone who took care of him like he does everyone else. Even if he's gonna crack cringey puns along the way. He'll let out a low chuckle every time they tell him to shut it. Papyrus: He's so touched! As much as he hates to make them worry, a part of him always cries when Y/N rushes up to him with a concerned expression and a medkit. Although Sans practically raised him, he could never feel good actually pouring all his concerns out to his stressed older brother. But his wonderful, amazing, talented sibling is the beam of sunshine he never knew he needed. Blue: NOOOOO NOT ANOTHER EDGE! Blue is sprinting the moment they approach him with a medkit. He always hated the doctor, and you are telling him that his beloved younger sibling is one of those apple-repelled freaks? With great effort, running, screaming, and other crewmates' help, Y/N will be patching up Blue with an iron grip on his skull. He'll whine, but he really is glad that they are willing to put up with his goofs. He will give you a big hug when he's all better and then jump straight into the fray like they didn't just spend 2 hours getting him fixed up.

Stretch: Literally the definition of the annoying older brother. Will come into the medical bay just to knock something off of the table and then turn off the lights, leaving Y/N in the dark. He'll say jokes and puns until someone shoves gauze in his mouth and will not stop bothering you. He has his moments and is a great shoulder to lean on when times are rough. And it's not like the teasing is one-sided! Y/N had seen their fair share of romance poems and songs that Stretch swore he had stashed away. Too bad Cash will do about anything for 3G.

Red: Annoying older brother #2 except he's the type to air punch you and profusely apologize if he accidentally hits you. He rolls his eyelights every time they scold him, sprinkling a few "Who are you, Edge?" and "Big words for such a short guy." He will be relentless when it comes to goofing off. One moment he's your partner in crime, another moment, he is giving you a noogie for being in his business.

Edge: It's like a nagging cycle. Y/N will fret over Edge triggering him to start analyzing you, and then it's just Y/N's sweet concern and Edge's masked care repeated into infinity. Of course, he can't help but cherish the feeling of being so looked after. Even if he feels like it is his duty to look after his younger sibling. He will give them a rare smile, just glad that they love him enough to try, even if he was as stubborn as a mule.

Razz: He's already covering his earholes the moment Y/N enters his navigation status chamber of a room. He groans and grumbles while they place some much-needed food on his desk, blocking his view of his book. But of course, he will never actually yell or rage at his kind younger sibling, although that was the only thing he knew best. He won't say a thank you, but just know that he is so giddy that his sibling is being so thoughtful. You can tell from the warm breeze and the pretty clouds.

Cash: Steals. Everything. He thinks it is the FUNNIEST thing in the world to bother the soul out of his siblings, and his poor younger sibling Y/N. So sweet, so kind, so... EASY TO STEAL FROM! The food they were saving for later? Gone. The little candy jar that they use to give to the crew after checkups? Vanished. Y/N's favorite jacket that doesn't even fit him? Wow, he actually looks really good in it- NO HE'S STRETCHING THE FABRIC. He thinks it's so incredibly rejuvenating when Y/N chases him around. Of course, doesn't last long cause that smoker is already heaving for breath. Bear: Being a sibling is the only way that Bear will not feel nervous about touching Y/N. Of course, he will make sure not to pat to hard or shake them around, but he will be more willing to throw Y/N around if he thinks that they are in danger. He will protect just as fiercely as Y/N would, and he is just so happy to be surrounded by that familial warmth he was never allowed to enjoy. Expect big thank-you meals every time he gets patched up. Cinnamon: He knows that Y/N worries for him sometimes, and he can't help but feel guilty. There are so many things that are wrong with him, and it seems like they visit him every day when he has yet another issue with his eyes or teeth. But every time he is reassured. Perhaps that is why he finds his sibling so wonderful. Because no matter how terrible he feels Y/N will always patch him up and give him a big hug. Having such a caring younger sibling had inspired him to be the best big bro!

[hey-august]

Writing in to say that I truly adore your “Buggy reacts to you getting piercings” headcanons as someone who has a ton of them themselves. It just made me feel giddy and good about myself because of course the genius jesters would be all “Yes! Look at my flashy,priceless,shining TREASURE! They sparkle like the ocean and they shine like the sun and are tough as nails and it anyone says different they are gonna make like me and get chop chopped!!”

Also makes me think of him discussing piercings with reader insert and thinking about them saying sometimes piercings make a person more confident about parts they don’t like about themself. Cue him sneakily bending one of his partners old piercings to see if clipping it onto his nose would make him feel better and maybe he should get the real thing…. Ah. Of course not. He looks even more ridiculous. This works only on people who are already stunning like you are and not for sideshow attractions like hiiiiiiiiiiiii-h-hiiiiii! He wasn’t doing anything! Especially not trying to make himself feel better about himself! He just put this on as a joke! A gag! Classic Buggy! Only to then be surprised by his partner not making fun of him but actively complimenting him. He looks good with a little ring like that! Fierce! Pretty! Rough! Maybe he’d like to try how a little stud would look there? They are quite sure they still have a little makeup glue and a blue gem somewhere that matches his hair perfectly… and while Buggy watches them dig tough their drawer he’s just…. So full of affection right then and there. In the end decides a nose piercing wouldn’t make him feel better the fact that his partner is just so accepting of the thing he’s so insecure about while also being so willing to help him find something to make him feel better about it if he wants to just warms his shriveled little heart.

This has gotten long but as you can see your writing inspires by brain by going “Okay but what if then this:” as well. It’s so fun

Oh anon, thank you SO MUCH for this! I was having a low day and this honestly made me feel so much better!! ♡

I’m so glad that post found the right audience and that it made you feel like the special, sparkly, amazing treasure you are!! ✨

I also like to imagine that if the reader has multiple piercings that they like to show off and/or stretched piercings, Buggy would suggest that they become an attraction - a human curiosity exhibit. Jokingly at first, but he would absolutely make it happen if the reader was interested. See how they shine! Look at how much metal! He’d also get you custom jewelry to match the vibe of your exhibit. Have angel fangs or spider bites? He can get you jewelry that actually looks like fangs. Industrial or upper helix? Maybe jewelry that mimics pointed ears. Also, some fabulous diamond studded chains to dangle between different piercings.

Ugh and YES to him wanting to try out a nose piercing. I was imagining a simple septum, but I’m in love with your idea of a blue stud gemstone! He really would look so beautiful!! 😭 Dashing, badass, gorgeous. He would love it more than anything pricier or flashier, because it was his partner’s idea. If he did go through with the piercing or wore the faux stud out (just for a little bit since his partner did go through the effort to put it on him), and anyone said something even moderately negative about his nose, Buggy would take it as the greatest insult to himself and his beloved partner and wreak absolute havoc.

Thank you thank you again for this! I loved hearing how it made you feel and where the inspiration took you!!

[shrinkthisviolet]

For the ask game: What do you think of Mark Blaine? :)

He’s the best!! My favorite character on the show 💞 and so underrated. I love how he framed Frost for murder and later barely even needed to apologize before the show decided they were a couple! We stan a low-effort romance 🥰

And him being so determined to get Frost back that he was willing to work with a villain and double-cross everyone, and also being willing to kill Khione with no qualms…yet still being shocked when no one trusted him? As he should!! He deserved better!!

And the show validating his fantasies about Khione by making her kiss him awake? Iconic!! Second chance romance my beloved!!

And just look at his outfit:

#FashionKing 🥰

send me an ask and I'll only answer in a joking/sarcastic way!

[gay-dorito-dust]

Can you write headcanons for morpheus with a violinist reader? Please ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Absolutely! ❤️❤️❤️

fun fact: when I was away on holiday with my mates family, I learnt that her dad was not only a guitarist but also a violinist. (beginner obviously)

A/n: this went on for quite a bit that it kinda became a slight Drabble and got a tad of a brain fart on how to finish it at the end…oops 🦦

It’s no real secret that Morpheus held his artists, writers and musicians to the highest degree. After all they inspire and ignite dreams within others whilst actively achieving their own along the way.

They are what kept the dreaming alive in Morpheus’s opinion for without it them, where would he, the dreaming and it’s populace be if not lost to the stars.

So when the lord of the realm of dreams started indulging in romantic relations with you, a violinist, after a coincidental interaction at a recent recital of yours down at your towns local theatre. It was bound to become an inside joke that only the two of you would understand. Much like all relationships did when reminiscing on the first meet cute.

Morpheus knew of the works you have, will and never get the chance to perform within your lifetime. They were his personal favourites as he could feel the amount of effort, love and respect you had as a violinist. Each piece was a either a love letter to the people who started and ignited the dreams of yours and others to per-sue a familiar path. Wether they be family, friends or historical figureheads who paved the way for future generations.

He even found a love for the pieces that sang of a lost love, a bygone friendship or that of a unfortunate tragedy. Without the use of the voice of a singer, the music was gifted the ability to tell the story instead through the vast compositions.

Throughout the story’s highest of highs and lowest of lows, the music flowed from one pivotal moment to the next like that of a flowing river, transitioning with seamless ease. These were the moments that morpheus loved the most about music and to have you possessing such an ability made him feel all the more blessed.

When you weren’t playing the violin however, morpheus would take your hands in his and runs his fingertips against the callouses of your hands with such a tenderness.

Even going so far as to press kisses against them as a sign of his worship of you; Which left you with a sense of pride swelling with your chest alongside an abundance of love towards the endless. For even without the use of words Morpheus manages to recapture your heart each and every time that it sparked a plethora of ideas for future pieces.

Yet it was proven a difficult to somehow convey your every thought, from the first to last, you’ve ever convinced about morpheus never less the emotions he made you feel. For no amount of time and effort put into the creation of something befitting of someone of your lovers status was no easy feet to accomplish.

For you to encapsulate what Morpheus meant to you was to re-enact your emotions, your thought process, to even your physical stance of when you first met him during the recital. How he seemed to stand out in the crowd despite it not being his intention as he could easily blend in amongst the human populace, if he so wished.

You remembered the entranced state he put you under when he seeked you out personally for your music had -as he had so eloquently said- ensnared him mind, body and soul. And said it with the straightest face you have ever seen on another person.

You had even kept yourself up at night trying to perfect it until it met your standards but failed to realise that without your presence within the dreaming, morpheus has became worried that something had befell you and made haste to the waking realm at once to where he now stood in the doorway of your room.

“My beloved.” You looked up to be greeted with starry eyes that glowed their silver light into your own, glimmering with worry much like his voice did. “What ales you from sleeping?” He speaks softly as he gets you to lower the violin back into it’s casing, placing the bow next to it as he began massaging the tense muscles that held the instrument by the neck.

“I’m trying to make something for you but nothing seems perfect enough or gift you for our upcoming anniversary.” You told him whilst fighting back a yawn. Sudden drowsiness seemed to be the major effect that Morpheus had on you whenever you were within his presence; Something of which that wasn’t uncommon on sleepless nights like these.

“Perfect or not I’d still encase them within the finest frames in my palace walls for all to see.” Anything thing about dating Morpheus was that of his tendency to display everything you did to the people of the dreaming. Whilst it was pleasing and all you did create them with your lover and loved alone in mind.

Your apprehension must’ve been clear enough to be seen within the dimly light room as Morpheus’s face softens as he rested his forehead against yours so he could stare deeper into your eyes. “What is it my love? Does that not please you?”

“Everything I make, I make with you in mind Morpheus,” you tell him, “whilst I’m honoured that you wish to share my creations with the dreaming folk…I just wish you’d act on your selfishness and horde them for only your eyes to see.”

Morpheus’s face held no emotion for a brief moment before a soft smile blessed his plush, pouty lips. “If that is what my muse wishes then so be it. I wasn’t fond of sharing what I now know was intended for my eyes alone in the first place.” He replied, pressing a kiss against your lips before adding on, “though I’m not ashamed in showing how extraordinarily talented you are, for it sends a reminder that you are no one else’s but mine and I’m yours.”

[ravenrambles6229]

Love is stored in the Zane

Have you guys ever read Wu’s journal entries in the Dark Island Trilogy? He writes one for a bunch of characters. Here’s a pic of Zane’s because it’s by far my favorite.

Sorry for potato quality. It’s impossible to find HQ images of this book anywhere. If anyone knows where I can find it, lemme know. Anyway, here’s a translation:

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Day 20

Perhaps, in this time of turmoil, it would be best to focus on the Titanium Ninja, who is always an island of calm amid troubled waters. Since the day I met him, sitting at the bottom of an icy lake in an effort to test his endurance, Zane has proven to be a constantly surprising member of the team.

Zane started out feeling like a bit of an outsider with the team, and was not sure why. He did not understand Jay’s jokes or Kai’s fiery temper. It was only later that it became clear the Zane was not human. He was a Nindroid, the first of his kind, whose memory had been turned off by his creator.

But the Titanium Ninja has grown far beyond his origins. He has formed bonds of friendship and loyalty with his teammates and others. He has gone on fighting even when logic said there was no way to win.

Most important, he was willing to sacrifice his own existence to save the world. Those are not the actions of a heartless collection of mechanical parts. Yes, Zane is stronger, faster, and more durable than a human. And yes, there are still things about how people interact that he may never understand. But if you measure humanity by a fighting spirit that never quits, no matter the odds... Zane may well be the most human of anyone I know.

I have hopes his artificial nature may help protect him from the worst effects of the Dark Island. If I am correct, he may be out secret weapon in the battle to come.

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I. I love this so much, you guys. Wu loves and respects Zane so much.

“But if you measure humanity by a fighting spirit that never quits, no matter the odds... Zane may well be the most human of anyone I know,” is such a sweet quote! It’s so great getting to read Wu’s thoughts and feelings about his beloved ninja, since something like this is probably difficult to fit into the show. Wu loves his ninja so much, and the Dark Island trilogy REALLY highlights just why he loves them all so much...

Anyway, I may post the others eventually. I just want to make sure people know this exists, because I adore it so so much but it’s so hard to find. Best I could do were two low rez read-throughs on Youtube. Anyway I need everyone to see these because they were so good, and the Dark Island really gave some time for the characters to interact that I loved. For those wondering, it’s fully canon. They take place in between seasons six and seven, and even get a mural on the monastery wall.

[yuki-kazami]

How do you feel about Auntie Whislash for the bingo?

Zofia my beloved! I think that her character arc of finding who she is outside of knighthood after her injury is really compelling. I would love more solo content involving her, but having her as a more worldly/grounded contrast to the idealism of the Knight sisters is also really nice! I will freely admit I engage in low effort fandom horse pussy jokes about her, but I do wish that she'd get more attention beyond JUST her being chaldea's most eligible bachelorette.