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spacebird-diaries · 2 years
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Quietly enjoying the idea that half of Gotham genuinely believes that Dick and Jason are Bruce's bio-kids, probably born of a whirlwind romance (or two -- there are arguments) while he was touring the world after the deaths of Martha and Thomas.
This clearly isn't true, and everyone will nod along and say it's just a rumor, but... Isn't it something, the way Dick smiles with his whole face, just the way Martha used to? And Jason, the poor boy, when he'd focus on something he'd always set his jaw just like Thomas did during an operation...
Meanwhile, Damien's over here seething with rage and Tim has the newspaper articles covering the adoptions and both his brother's DNA tests at the ready, but Cass and Duke are enjoying feeding the rumor mill
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fantasylandloser · 8 months
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marriage pact
summary: besties that plan to get married
warnings: smut, mdni, dry humping, idrk what else I should put here so message me and lmk, steve's happy trail, slutty steve, big dick steve
pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader
A/n: This started off as one thing then it manifested into something else, and this is 4k words of idk and there MIGHT be a part 2
update here is part 2
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Steve loved your slumber parties that had carried over from your childhood. Initially the two of you would binge watch movies, while his parents were who knows where. Up until you were about twelve he slept in the bed with you until one day your parents decided that he couldn’t do that anymore and gave him his own room for when he stayed over. 
Your family was well off due to your father being in business with his and it was probably no big deal for them, but Steve appreciated it nevertheless. He felt so loved in your home, so he made it his second. He was there at least three nights a week, until the two of you got into highschool and his dad wanted him to get serious about basketball. Then it was late night practices and meeting up with girls. He still came around at least once a week for dinners, but usually he was busy. 
You were surprised when he didn’t go away for college. Even more so when he decided to get his own job and start at the community college in Hawkins instead of living off his parents. Eventually he was back to being at your house all the time, until one day your mom randomly asked him to move in, suggesting that he was there all the time anyway. Which he agreed to with speed. So, now your slumber parties were more frequent, and more fun now that you were adults and your mom took away the rule that Steve couldn’t stay in your room.
Now your slumber parties included the two of you gossiping for hours on end about who was pregnant, talking through movies, and newly you doing Steve’s skincare. At first he tried to pretend that he didn’t like it, until one day you decided you didn’t feel like it and he begged you to do it anyway.
“Close your eyes.” You say from your position on his stomach, your thighs fitting snug on each side of him. One of his hands resting on each one. You didn’t need to be sitting on him of course, but Steve claimed it would be easier on your back if he were laying down (which was not true) but you went along with it because it was Steve.
“So bossy.” He murmurs but closes his eyes nonetheless, his fingers messing with the hem of your shorts. You hum in acknowledgement not really able to focus on the task at hand. 
“Is this new?” Steve asks, referring to the cool goopy substance that you were putting on his face.
“Yeah, I’m testing it on you before I put it on my face.” You say jokingly. But not really, considering that's what you were actually doing.
The snort Steve lets out brings a smile to your face. “Well, I’ve been your test dummy since we were kids so I’m not surprised.” 
“Glad that you finally accepted the dynamic of this friendship. Now stop talking.” He huffs at the command but still listens anyway, a small smile resting on his face,that you could never ask him to wipe away. Your brain short circuits a bit when he pulls his hand back to the center of your thigh, his thumb continuously rubbing over the smooth skin. You couldn’t help but wonder when that got added to the dynamic of your friendship. 
“Now sit with that for ten minutes.” You could see him getting ready to protest so you quickly added, “and be still!” You know he’s gonna bitch about it when you go to take the mask off. He hates sitting still more than anything but he could deal for ten minutes.
When he feels the pressure from your body weight pressing into his stomach start to lighten, his hands finding your waist even with his eyes closed.
“Steve.” You huff, knowing he’s not going to let you move until he can, but it’s not like you actually put up a fight. Not like you actually wanted to be away from his warmth. So you stayed simply sitting on him for ten minutes. Watching him, thinking about how he was still so pretty even with the mask on his face.
When it was time for you to take it off. You almost didn’t want to, but you did , pleased to see that the product left him glowing. 
Steve finally opened his eyes after almost falling asleep when he heard you sigh sweetly. “All done?” He asks hoping that you weren’t even though he’d been laying there for about thirty minutes.  
“Yep.” You say until you remember the little gift you picked up for him at the store. “Wait one more thing.” Steve lets you get off him this time, a little hesitant but you don’t point it out. 
When you come back with what looked like a broken whisk, Steve was a little reluctant. “I think this is where my test dummy days end.” You roll your eyes at his dramatics sliding back to your spot on his stomach.
“You’ll like it.” You tell him. Despite the growing anticipation about whatever the device was, Steve is quick to accept you and it into his space, his hands on your hips to steady you as you sit down. 
“I doubt- fuckkk.” Steve moans raggedly, cutting himself off and surprising you, making you stop your movements with the hair massager. You catch your composure quickly though, continuing to massage his scalp.
“So dramatic.” You try to tease, to lighten the heavy feeling in the pit of your stomach. You knew Steve had a thing for getting his hair pulled. He hooked up with half the girls in your class, so his likes and dislikes tended to get around and made for some pretty interesting lunch room conversations.
You didn’t realize a scalp massage would elicit the same reaction. You also didn’t realize that his reaction would have an effect on you. His whole body seemed to glitch. HIs eyes are barely able to stay open and the grip on your hips tightening.
Once his initial dramatics calmed down, he began letting out soft appreciative sighs. His grip on you fades to soft circles on your thighs.
“I’m gonna marry you.” He tells you, with his eyes closed. You knew he meant it. He told you that he wanted to marry you one day in high school. He’d been drunk but he let you all the way in on his plan to make a life with you, one day when you’re both ready.
He told you how he thought about building a house for you, and having your last name be harrington and how he wanted to have a bunch of kids with you. You thought he’d been joking teasing him about it the next day, but he simply smiled at you with a blush forming on his cheeks telling you that he meant it.
Ever since then, every couple of months he’d say it again. Like he was reminding you, or really asking you to wait for him. Which you did. Neither of you had made much of a move or anything and sometimes one of you would date  someone else, but in the back of your mind you would always remember that you were marrying Steve and that’s just the way it was.
“Mhmm.” You hum, simply acknowledging like usual. To your surprise Steve's eyes open and he zeroes in on your face. 
“I’m serious.” He’d never done this before, made more room for conversation about it. He seemed like he wanted more than gentle acknowledgment.
“I know.” You say, pretending to busy yourself as you set the massager to the side, just to get away from the intense way he’s looking at you. When he sits up on the headboard you know he means business. You never guessed now would be the time you finally actually talked about it.
“Do you really?” He asks. Steve didn’t know if you knew how serious he was.
“Yeah.. we’re getting married.” You tell him, fidgeting with one of his hands in your, absently looking at his nails instead of him. “You’re gonna build me a two story house, two streets away from my moms. In that field we used to play in. And we’re gonna have six babies and I will not let you help me name any of them because I already have a list.” You catch a quick glimpse of his face. “I remember.” You tell him. 
You expect him to let it go now that you’ve rehashed the entire plan he layed out for you years ago. You don’t remember when you got so attached to the idea. Or when you started contributing your own dreams to the plan but it had grown for you and speaking it out loud you realized how badly you needed it to happen.
“You have a list?” Steve’s chest was warm as it dawned on him that you wanted a future with him the same way he did with you.
Your face warmed, embarrassed thinking that he would tease you. “Yes. They’re all non negotiable.”
“Can I see it?” He asks, his voice soft. “Please, honey.” Honey. This is no longer best friend Steve. This is future husband Steve, making his first ever appearance. 
When you shake your head with a shy smile, Steve can’t help but smile back.”Why not?” He asks you in that same soft voice that had you feeling gooey on the inside. 
“Stop using that voice.” You whisper, feeling flushed. Steve couldn’t help but chuckle. He’d never known you to be shy, but here you were being all bossy while hiding your face in his neck. 
“You’re so perfect.” He’s teasing you, trying to see how embarrassed you’ll get. He also means every bit. “Prettiest girl in the world.”
“You’re bein’ weird.” You tell him unsure what to do with yourself with all these changes being made so quickly.  
“It was weird not telling you how beautiful you are everyday.” You don’t expect him to keep listing. “So sweet, too.” He adds. “Always taking care of me and never letting me praise you for it. I can’t wait to take care of you.” The implications of that do not go over your head. “Bet you’ll be such a good little wife.” 
Steve expects you to make some little quip or try to play off how embarrassed you feel. He’s expecting you to descelate how quickly he’s moving. But instead your voice whispers “I hope so.” You’re right in his ear too, so he knows he isn’t mistaken and he knows that this is the last night you’ll ever consider yourself just friends.
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Steve should have kissed you last night. He can’t help but think about that over and over, as he realizes he didn’t seal the deal. He should have done something to prove to you how serious he was. 
But it was too late because he didn’t kiss you and the morning had been decidedly awkward when you realized you didn’t know what any of that meant for your immediate friendship. Because initially the plan had been to wait. Was the wait over? Did you want it to be over? You spent the majority of your day trying not to think about it. Steve however wouldn’t shut up about it. Sadly for Robin she had to be on the receiving end of this conversation.
“Robin, this is serious. What if I fucked everything up? What if she thinks I’m leading her on?” Steve runs a hand through his hair, seemingly deep in thought. 
“I doubt that. I mean you’re planning on marrying her- which I take offense to not knowing about this little pact or whatever,” she adds. “But that’s like the total opposite of leading on.” She tries to reassure wanting to really get Steve to shut up about it.
“No you don’t get it-” Steve starts again, only to be interrupted. 
“Ughhhh!! How can I not get it if this is your sixth time going over it? Steve, I get it! You’re overthinking this when it’s really simple.” Robin gestures. “You love her and you want to get married and blah blah blah, but before you guys get married how about you try to, I don’t know actually date?” She says sarcastically. “Unless you were just going to propose after a thousand years of sleepovers and dating other people.” She adds. 
And although it was unnecessarily sassy, Steve realized that Robin might have a point. “So I should ask her out?” He tries to clarify much to Robin’s dismay. Luckily for her the door opening saved her from another round of easily answered questions. And even more lucky for her it was you and not an actual customer.
“Hey what are you-” Steve was cut off by you taking his hand and dragging him to where you knew the break room was after bringing him lunch on multiple occasions. You had tried and failed to not think about this whole situation. 
The one thing that had been bothering you the most is how long it was taking. You realized it was because you let Steve call the shots, and you quickly remembered why you never let Steve call the shots. Steve took too long to make decisions and well you knew what you wanted. So you had always been the leader in your friendship, deciding what movies you’d watch, what games you’d play, the parties you would go to. Everything really. You could do that here too, you realized. 
When you close the door behind you Steve is looking at you expectantly. He’s half thinking that you’re gonna cuss him out, so he doesn’t expect it when you grab him by his shirt to kiss him. You’re all over him for about five seconds. Your scent. Your taste. Your skin. Your hair. Then you’re gone. Patting his shirt back in place, shakily. You’re nervous. Steve realizes. 
“Okay that was all-” Steve’s pulling you back to him before you can run off. Letting his lips capture yours just the way he’d dreamed of. Feeling you relax into him as he cradles your face.
“So sweet.” He murmurs against your lips. He finds it amusing how the words send you back into your shyness from last night. The way you went from determined to timid and unable to even look at him properly. Steve was curious about this side of you. You were never this easily flustered.
“When did you get so shy?” He asks and you know he’s taunting you. He’s still holding you close to him, his fingers messing with the ends of your hair as he tries to find any reason to keep touching you. 
“M’not.” You oppose half-heartedly. He lets out a gentle sound of acknowledgment, obviously ignoring you, and knowing he would press all those buttons later. Privately. 
“You’re so beautiful.” You think he’s still teasing you and you hate that it's working when you feel your face heat up and you’re hiding it in his chest. Steve really means it though, it was the first thought that came to his head when he saw you walking through the door. Your hair free and your face without makeup. A skirt that your mom would deem a few inches too short and a shirt that he’s seen a million times because you love it so much. 
Gathering your courage, you finally look at him. His kiss swollen lips are the first thing that grabs your attention the second is the way he’s looking at you. Like he’s waiting on you to call the next shot. 
“Will Robin be okay, if we go to your car?” The next few moments are a blur because now he’s the one dragging you out of the breakroom, pausing only long enough for Steve to beg Robin to cover for him. Which she agreed to with a poorly concealed smirk on her face.
You were expecting Steve to open the back door and usher you inside. Instead he opens the driver side and pats his lap expectantly, after moving his seat all the way back. When you hesitate he’s grabbing you by your thighs and maneuvering you to where he wants you. “What if someone sees us?” You ask, knowing how fast information like this whipped around town. 
“Nobody parks on this side, honey.” Steve tells you those big puppy dog eyes staring into you. And because he’s Steve, and he’s calling you honey, and you trust him more than anyone you know, you believe him. 
“Okay.” Is all you say before your lips are back on Steve’s. It was a sweet kiss really, and Steve tried to let you control it for a while, until you were trying to back away from him again. With his experienced lips working over yours, you’re so consumed you barely realize the way you’re grinding yourself over his lap. Well not until his hands are on your ass, pushing your skirt up and controlling your once sloppy movement.
“There you go, sweetheart.” He says breathlessly, when he finally comes up for air. His lips find purchase against your neck. He kisses his way up the slope of it, relishing in the sound of your little gasps, until one particular spot sends a shudder down your spine. He sucks that spot. 
Absent-mindedly, your hands find their way off his shoulders and into his hair, barely thinking about it twice before you rake your nails across his scalp softly. The soft hum he lets out gives you indication that you should continue. Your hands stay in his hair for a bit, and you’re too nervous to actually pull it, but it does get you thinking about the other places on his body he has hair. Namely his happy trail. It sat perfectly right in between his abs and you usually had to avoid looking for your own sake. 
You’re yanking his shirt out of his jeans before you give it much more thought. And even though you’re too busy humping Steve to get a good look, feeling it against your bare hands has you whimpering. 
“Stevie-” You’re cut off by your own moan as your clit catches perfectly against Steve’s zipper. It doesn’t get past Steve that you sound so fucked out. Your tone bordering on a whine, clearly frustrated.
“Look at you.” Steve coos. “Doin’ such a good job for me, sweet girl.” Pressing a light kiss to your lips. Steve couldn’t help watching you chase your own pleasure, shivering at his praise.. Your eyes pinched shut, but your hands are all over him like you know every part of his body. 
“Can you open your eyes for me?” He asks with his hands pushing your hair out your face. When you do, he admires how dazed you look. How you probably barely remember your own name. “There she is.” Steve knew he was about two seconds from coming in his pants. He was also aware of the fact that once you were done with him he’d have to go back inside to finish working his shift.
“Stevie” You start again, “M’so close. Feels so good.” You tell him, your movements becoming frantic causing your boobs to sway deliciously. You don’t register your top being pulled down, until you feel Steve licking at your nipple.
A hungry groan rising from the back of his throat. “Perfect fucking tits.” His hands leave your ass, leaving the pace to you. He pinches your right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it to test your reaction. When you lurch into him. Humping him harder than before, he knows he’s a goner. But you are first. Your orgasm hits you so fast, it surprises you with tears springing to your eyes at the intensity. 
Steve’s a close second behind you, leaving the two of you panting and trying to catch your breath. As soon as Steve recovers he’s tending to you, pulling your top back in place, trying to see how you felt. 
He can’t help but admire that after that you went right back to your embarrassed state, obviously self conscious. “You’re perfect.” He tells you again, pressing another light kiss to your lips. When you grin at him, his heart beats fast and he can’t help but be happy at the line the two of you just crossed. 
“You too.” You say, your head is still a bit fuzzy as you check the damage. You’re about to launch into an apology about the obvious wet spot on Steve jeans but he beats you to it. “Stop worrying.” He’d been watching the spot form as time went on and kept willing it to get bigger. Liked that you were making a mess all over him and yourself too. 
“You have to go back to work.” You state, guiltily. 
“I have an extra pair of pants in the backseat, sweetheart. We’re all good.” You’re relieved for a number of reasons, climbing off him into the passenger seat. You don’t know what you were expecting but you realized it wasn’t him yanking his pants off, revealing his now cum stained gray boxers. And you certainly weren’t expecting him to drag the boxers off as well, which revealed his huge fucking dick. The tip is now sloppy and slightly red, and you can tell it isn’t as hard as it was.
“Oh fuck.” You say barely recognizing your own voice. Only to repeat yourself when he uses his sullied boxers to wipe the rest of the cum off, watching it twitch from the stimulation.
“He doesn’t like to be stared at, ya know.” Steve teases you, reaching back for his jeans. 
Your eyes keep flickering back to his face and back to his dick, and you know there’s no way he’s been carrying that around for the entirety of your friendship and you simply had no idea.
“Steve.” You say dumbfounded. No words available to express your shock, as he pulled his pants on to cover himself.
“No more ‘Stevie’?” He asks, mocking you. The smile on his face tells you he’s just messing with you but you can’t help your cheeks going up in flames.
“You’re the worst.” You huff, but you’re still smiling despite your embarrassment. 
“Mhm.” He’s reaching over the console to kiss you again, this time sweet and chaste. 
“Don’t worry, I’ll stretch you open for me, before I fuck you, sweetheart.” You gasp feeling his hand on the band of your underwear.
“Lift up for me.” You do, allowing him to pull the drenched fabric off of you, you hide your face in your hands when he lifts it to his face to sniff. You were quickly coming to the realization that your best friend was dirtier than you ever realized, even with all the gossip that got back to you.
You feel yourself manage to flush even further when he murmurs to himself “sweetest fucking girl” he stuffing them in his pocket in the next second, then reaching back over for you when his phone lights up. 
Robin’s name lighting up the screen. He huffs a little as he reads the text and you know she’s getting snappy. 
“Come on, let's go before Robin kills you.”  There’s no use in asking for your underwear back so you just pull your skirt down as far as it will go before stepping out the car, trying to ignore the slickness of your thighs. After Steve walks you to your car, he presses a kiss to your forehead, stating that you’ll talk later. 
When he walks back into Family Video he looks disheveled, a completely new pair of pants, his shirt no longer tucked and wrinkled, but Robin is relieved to know that she won’t have to answer anymore stupid questions from him.So she leaves him be for the moment, but he definitely owes her big time. 
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simpforboys · 1 year
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Hellooooo! I’ve binged you Avatar works while I’ve been sick and they’ve been such a comfort 💙
I’d love to request a fluffy Neteyam x Reader where they’ve tried to get pregnant for awhile but nothing has worked so far, but then reader finds out that they’re actually pregnant and breaks the news to Neteyam <3
Also, pregnancy is a kinda dividing topic, so absolutely no pressure to write anything and no hard feelings if you don’t feel comfortable! ☺️
into the light
neteyam sully x fem!metkayina!reader
summary: when the sullys ended up in awa’atlu, you never expected to find yourself mated and pregnant with toruk makto’s son.
warnings: pregnancy, angst, outing of pregnancy, swearing, mentions of smut, soft!neteyam, fluff ending, the parents mad af but they come around, not proof read
aged up!neteyam, don’t like? don’t interact!!
combining this request (from my queen el<3) with this!!
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you still remember the way it felt when you locked eyes with neteyam for the first time.
hair pulled back into a high ponytail with the front twisted back, your hair swayed as you heard a commotion with your people.
being the oldest of tsireya and ao’nung, you were at fault for them. so when you saw your siblings in the front, you immediately walked over.
“tsireya, ao’nung, rotxo-“ you scolded, but quickly shut up when you saw the tall male staring directly at you.
your ears fell and a heat rushed into your face, your stomach churning as it felt like electricity between you two.
you and neteyam practically clicked immediately. however, you couldn't exactly come forward about your feelings to your mother as she was not fond of the omatikayas.
the only person who did know about your secret relationship was your best friend, mereyay, after she had seen you and neteyam holding hands on the beach one late afternoon.
the night you and neteyam had decided to become mates was beautiful.
your eyes sparkled under the stars, smile bright as a flower was tucked behind your ears. neteyam smiled down at you, a flustered look on his face as he held his hands in yours. you both sat on your knees in the cove of the ancestors.
"my beautiful girl," neteyam ran his hand down your cheek as you stared up at him in adoration.
you took your queue, looking him in the eyes as you two made tsaheylu. your senses strengthened as your souls intertwined, both your ears faltering as you hugged your mate close to you.
"we are mated for life, ma neteyam."
neteyam cupped your jaw, pulling you towards him as his lips tenderly kissed yours. he hovered over you until your back hit the stone, the ocean calm with waves splashing over by the reef. it was too perfect.
that night you officially became neteyam's, letting him take your body and claiming it as his, much as his was yours.
you had heard stories from the villages for years about how the night you officially mate was when you were to expect a child from eywa, and when you got no signs of pregnancy, it pained your heart.
but neteyam was there with you for every step. and frankly, he didn't mind having your pretty legs wrapped around him.
he could sense your sadness every time the village was welcomed with a child, your baby fever high as all you wanted was to be blessed from the great mother.
and ronal could tell there was something bothering you, but every time she pressed on it, you would dodge the question.
and the day you finally got the signs, your skin glowed and your eyes were filled with happiness. all you had to do was tell neteyam, trying to figure out when it was the best.
you approached mereyay as she helped the children weave baskets.
"'eylan (friend), i have great news."
mereyay looked up at you, nose scrunching as she dismissed the children. you watched as they ran off, thinking that within years that your child would be learning the way of your people.
"what has happened?" mereyay asked. she was a couple inches taller than you, deep blue eyes, with short curly hair she kept tucked behind her ears. her nose was pointed and she had sharp cheekbones, looking as if they could slice anyone. her tribal tattoo circled her left eye, making her look tough.
"i am with child. the great mother has blessed me." you were grinning, your happiness overlooking how her eyes twitched.
"that is wonderful, y/n! does neteyam know?"
"not yet. i want to tell him in a special way."
"i can help you."
"oh, you don't have to-"
"no, really. my best friend is blessed, i want to help!"
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but the plan faltered quickly when your mother's tulkun and her calf were killed by the sky people.
tonowari and ronal were making a speech in the gathering pod, your people doing your war cry as your ears turned down.
you stood next to your mate, trying to hide your fear as your people needed you. but just as tonowari made any speech of war, mereyay stepped forward and silenced the crowd.
your heart pounded in your chest as she looked up at your parents.
"i believe it is best that y/n stay back, considering she is with child."
gasps were heard in the pod as mereyay stared at you, her normally dark eyes even darker as her ears were pointed upwards.
jake grabbed neteyam's shoulder as your lip trembled, the pieces connecting to the omatikayas and your family.
"is this true?" ronal spat at you, her eyes narrowed as she watched you cry.
neteyam looked at you, shock written on his face. you turned towards your mate, ducking your head down.
"it is true. i am pregnant."
you heard your mother hiss as tsireya grabbed your forearm, trying to comfort you. tonowari pursed his lips, unsure of what to say.
"you mated with y/n?" you heard jake's harsh scolding.
"how could you?" you looked up at mereyay.
"i trusted you... i trusted you!" anger ran through your veins as you pointed at her. the woman just shrugged, betrayal going on your face as you sobbed out.
neteyam caught you in his arms, the villagers all staring at mereyay.
"why would you do this to my daughter?" tonowari asked, his voice deep.
"she is a traitor! breeding with a half blood, his siblings aren't even true na'vi!" mereyay hissed.
"that is enough." neytiri hissed back, her eyes wide and full of hatred.
"we will deal with this later. right now, we fight!"
"tonowari, we cannot fight. you must warn the tulkun as they are being hunted!" jake spoke up.
within moments, the villagers scattered as you stood with neteyam in the hut.
"you are with my child?" he asked, placing his hand on your tummy.
"i wanted to tell you in a special way, not like this," you sniffled.
neteyam wiped your tears, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead. he was always so loving, so tender.
"i am sorry, ma neteyam." you frowned, putting your head in his chest as he hugged you tight.
"don't be sorry, ma y/n. you are my mate, my past, present, and future. and i am beyond excited for this baby, even if the announcement wasn't as planned."
he joked, making you laugh against him. he always knew what to say, knowing you better than you knew yourself.
"i love you, neteyam."
"i love you nìt’iluke (forever), y/n."
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tags: @mayhemories @useryourbut @aonungsmate
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eviebane · 3 months
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you guys loved my part 1 and 2 of Badly Explained Good Omens so i'm just going to keep doing it. fight me. (disclaimer: this series will be written when i'm either sleep deprived, caffeine overloaded, or drunk. feel free to speculate which one it is this time)
right so Season 1 of Good Omens is basically, these two man-shaped creatures who definitely don't want to lick each other's faces get together in a park full of spies & snitches so they can talk without raising suspicion (foolproof plan, obviously). it's basically a romeo and juliet thing, except romeo is an angelic bookseller hoarder and juilet is a snake demon who will make u re-evaluate your sexual orientation. and possibly give you gender envy. your average stuff, right.
so gender envy boy (Crowley) goes, hey, my lot made me uber the devil's son to an american diplomat the other night, and the angel (Aziraphale) goes, if you're going to destroy the world via evil baby style, can you lot at least not make it into some cheesy american movie. at least make it something actually cool. anyway so they're chatting about the end of the world, as you do, and Crowley goes y'know, Hell is gonna fuck the whole world up and Azi goes Nah, we beat your dumbarses before, we will again, and Crowley goes ANYWAY if everyone gets slaughtered, guess what? no more food, no more music. your life is gonna be boring af
so they go on a little date and Crowley keeps winding him up about how boring shit's gonna be when all the humans have been murdered in the ethereal/occult purge, and Aziraphale finally goes Yeah OK, but you realise I can't do shit about it right? like it's God's will and Crowley goes Nah nah nah, look. Look. Right. so I gotta look after this devil child for a few years and use my sexy nanny vibes to make sure he's evil. why don't YOU also infiltrate this devil child's household and teach him not to kill snails? it'll be like cosmic balance. yin/yang. the kid will be a normal little shit like most preteen boys, rather than starting apocalypses little shit.
Aziraphale is so captivated by his slutty charm and sparkling eyes that he agrees.
so they stalk the kid, dress up like old welsh gardeners and dominatrix nanny to teach him to love slugs and crush his foes under his boot. surprisingly, the kid is relatively normal. although he hates dinosaurs, so that's obviously concerning. Crowley suggests cold blooded murder of the child but Aziraphale's like Nah why don't i cosplay Fell the Marvellous again at his birthday party and Crowley goes why the fuck do I love this loser
anyway so as it turns out, the nuns that Crowley uber'd this baby to 11 years ago ended up with the wrong parents. The best friends husbands roadtrip to go fuck up the nuns, but actually Crowley's maggot colleague (no thats not an insult) burned the nunnery down and it's now a paintball arena, where currently a bunch of repressed office workers are shooting each other. there's a noteworthy bit where the husbands get hit with a paintball, Crowley becomes a naga (except reverse the top and bottom bits. Yeah it's terrifying) just to make a dude shit himself, then Aziraphale puppy dog eyes Crowley to get the stain off his coat because it ruins his vibes and that's not kool.
Crowley tries to make out with Aziraphale against the wall but then forgets the kissing part, then he bippity-boppity-boos a surviving ex-nun so they can interrogate her. the whole trip is pretty useless and it ends up becoming just them two flirt-fighting for a day. Oh also Crowley runs over a witch, but it's fine because she's an American
As it turns out, the witch left a book behind in Crowley's car and Aziraphale yoinks it like the book kleptomaniac he is, then binges it like your new favourite 150k fanfic
Crowley literally climbs the walls in boredom (unfortunately got cut, but still happened in my mind). They eventually meet up in Secret Rendezvous Spot #3 where they have a lover's quarrel and Crowley slut walks off
Next thing ya know, there's a witchfinder (yea don't worry too much about him) at Aziraphale's door and he tries to exorcise him via a prophecy book, a cute little retro desk bell and a fuckin lighter. Anyway.
So Aziraphale was trying to talk to God before the nutbag showed up via a magic angel circle that does a little star trek hologram. He ends up talking to God's secretary (not the fun kind) and he's like, Yeah no God's having PTO rn. Also you're being drafted into war 'cause shit's about to go down and Aziraphale's like Ahhh ok cool neat. let me just like, do a bit of tidying up first, oh and I have to pick up the dry cleaning, um then I need to make dinner, so anyway i'll be there soon. totally. yup. so excited to go fight hot sexy with pretty yellow eyes- bad, evil demons.
Aziraphale accidently cha cha slides into the circle and his body crumbles (same) and he pops into Heaven without a body. He gets yelled at by Anderson for not having a body or that sword he gave the humans 6000 years ago, and honestly I can't help but think it's Heaven's fault for not stock taking enough
Aziraphale's like Haha yeah Anderson I'm not fighting no war, I have a hot sexy yellow-eyed pretty beautiful smart funny demon to ki- uuuh, I mean, I'm a pacifist now, BYE and he yeets himself back to the mortal plane via a floaty picture of Earth
He finds Crowley going on a bender and doodling A+C=<3 on the pub table. Aziraphale's like Right Crowley get your shit together, we got an Apocalypse to stop in Tadfield
Crowley ends up getting trapped in London via a giant doom circle of fire that he designed, but he's like Ah nah fuck it, my Bentley can take it and it DOES. I mean it does explode, but only after it gets him to Tadfield. What a stellar car. 10/10
The husbands try to murder the child with a fireworks gun, that fails, then they watch the child encourage his friends to insult three cosmic beings to death. Yah it actually works, too.
The child then insults Lucifer into the void, and that's it, ba ba boom, apocalypse averted. The husbands do what they do best; get crunk.
Heaven & Hell kidnap the husbands and tries to give them their Worst Employee of the Century rewards, but the husbands survive it via clever trickery and Being A Little Shit, and they ride off into the sunset and confess their love at the Ritz via affectionate insults
the end
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blouisparadise · 1 month
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Today we are excited to bring you the second part to our rec list of exes to lovers fics. You can find the first part to this rec list here. Please note that in some of these fics, they’re broken up before the story begins, and in some of these fics, they break up over the course of the story and then reunite. Happy reading!
1) The Prints Of Your Hands Are Still On My Canvas | Explicit | 4,563 words
Harry and Louis broke up not long ago. Everything was fine until then, problems started with Louis’ heat just around the corner, an important presentation that he could not miss, and a very visible (or more like invisible) alpha that could help him go through his heat. And then Harry shows up. (Again.)
2) Unspoken | Explicit | 5,175 words
Harry and Louis broke up when they were nineteen. They see each other after six years.
3) The Writing On the Wall | Explicit | 6,705 words
When BookToker Louis receives a gift basket filled with all his favorite sweets, wines, and stuffed animals alongside the new Harry Styles book, he’s shocked at the story he finds in the pages.
4) Can I Stand In Your Light, Just For A While? | Mature | 11,875 words
“But like, if they offered you that much money it means they really really want your works.” Niall continued. “I mean I guess, I still don’t get why,” he shrugged. “It's because you’re an amazing artist Lou.” Niall squeezed Louis’ arm. “Also, maybe the CEO guy has some sort of crush on you, and that's why.” “I really hope that's not true.” The man paid for his tomatoes and put them into his tote bag. “Why? Is the guy ugly? Bald?” Niall babbled. “No, Niall…” “Old? I bet he’s old.” “Niall! It's Harry, he’s the CEO guy.” Louis sighed. “What?!” Niall shrieked, probably startling the whole block.
5) Wedding Bells Will Never Ring For Me | Explicit | 14,807 words
After a failed proposal a few years back, Louis gets an unexpected invitation to his ex - Harry’s – wedding.
6) Nothing’s Scarier Than Losing You | Explicit | 15,463 words
When Louis and Harry run into each other at a Halloween party two months after their breakup, they’re reminded of how rude, infuriating, and utterly perfect for each other they are.
7) How You Sleep At Night | Mature | 15,568 words
“-And…this is Louis.” And just that. ‘This is Louis.’ Louis feels like throwing up out of nowhere. So, that’s it then? Is he just a ‘Louis’ to him now?
8) Silk Chiffon | Explicit | 20,122 words
Louis gets a message from his ex making fun of him for pretending to know how to cook on Instagram. They settle on a simple bet, Louis had to be Harry's perfect little housewife for an entire month.
9) Under The Rain Or Under The Snow | Explicit | 20,667 words
Christmas AU where they broke up a month ago but Harry shows up at Louis’ childhood home for the holidays. Louis didn’t tell his mum about their breakup so staying with them is not ideal. Harry stays.
10) My Waves Meet Your Shore | Mature | 23,873 words
When Louis gets an email from his ex - Harry - it shouldn't surprise him as much as it does; they're parents now and it isn't rare to communicate with each other. But this? He wasn't expecting it at all.
11) Your Heart Is Dangled In Front Of Me | Explicit | 27,085 words
Harry Styles prides himself in being one of the best detectives in The 28th Precinct. But if there’s one case he can’t solve, it’s his marriage. At least not on his own. Joining forces with his five-year-old son and a free-spirited murderer-on-trial, Harry does whatever it takes to bring Louis back.
12) Somebody's Got Your Trainers On (It's You) | Explicit | 28,000 words
Louis hasn't thought about Harry since half an hour after the shift started, when Krystle told him that she was binging Gogglebox last night and therefore didn't get enough sleep - a sure reminder of Harry’s temporary Gogglebox obsession. Five hours isn't much without thinking about someone, but that's as long as it gets. Louis came to terms with that two years ago. When Harry walked out the door with his stupid New Balance trainers and never looked back.
13) Last Blues For Bloody Knuckles | Explicit | 34,293 words
Styles was a name everyone knew. It had evolved into something of a fairy tale, a far away problem that normal people didn’t have to deal with. Louis never thought he’d find himself falling in love with him. When he finds himself pregnant with Harry’s child, he knows he has to leave the life, and Harry, behind. For her sake. He never expected Harry to show back up on his doorstep five years later.
14) The Wounds That Scarred Our Souls | Explicit | 35,910 words
Forever was nothing but a lie, Forever was just a ruse for the human heart, it gave you hope and then killed you. Forever was just a myth.
15) Stay Until Tomorrow | Explicit | 36,766 words
There’s a dull ache seeping through Louis’ body as he wakes up; a mild headache from last night’s alcohol intake, a cramp in his right arm from sleeping on it weird and a familiar soreness between his arse cheeks that Louis fully blames on his lousy one night stand.
16) Borrow The Moonlight | Explicit | 37,738 words
Louis and Harry broke up three years ago. The last thing Louis expects to see when he’s sent to help a guest is Harry, 3000 miles away from where he’s supposed to be.
17) The Space Between | Explicit | 39,917 words
Harry Styles is the alpha rockstar who can’t sleep and doesn’t know why. Louis Tomlinson is the omega PhD student who helps him figure it out.
18) Just A Flicker In The Dark | Explicit | 57,204 words
Louis is a struggling witch desperate to prove himself after yet another magic disaster and finds a calling in the haunted house of client Niall Horan. Things get more complicated when he’s assigned a case partner: acclaimed medium and ex-boyfriend, Harry S
19) Dark Doom, Honey | Explicit | 57,801 words
Note: There is also an AU version of this fic, which is also an exes to lovers fic.
Louis lifted one shoulder, lips slightly pursed. “You are acting like an asshole.” Harry’s mouth pressed into a thin line, eyebrows knitting together. “I wasn’t being an asshole, I was following my own rules. The ones I always follow when I’m about to start an arrangement with a new submissive. If you don’t want this or are having doubts, we should stop now. But if we do this, I do want to make something clear, I’ll never do anything you don’t want to, but you have to be aware that I’ll never be sweet, I don’t do sweet, you already saw what I do. If you want something different you can go on dates, this is not that. Are we clear?” It was the perfect way out. Louis could simply say no and their lives would keep on going as they were. So far, nothing was changed beyond repair. But he wanted to be. At some point in his life, way before Harry and the betrayals, Louis lost a little of himself, and had never felt closer to getting it back than in Lair, with Harry. “Crystal.”
20) Men of Steel, Men of Power | Explicit | 58,849 words
“You’ve been watching me,” Styles said. Louis swallowed around nothing. He tried for light. “You’re the newest addition, people are bound to be curious,” he said. “Sure,” said Styles, in a somewhat condescending tone. “I’m not that daft, I do notice the curiosity regarding my clothes. That’s not what you’re doing though, hm?” Styles’ gaze was intense, and Louis could feel it burn on the side of his face, but kept his eyes stubbornly on the coffee cup. “I,” he said, licked his lips. Took a deep breath, tried to look open, confident, dominant. Alpha.
21) It’s Golden, Like Daylight | Explicit | 61,496 words
"I actually think you might be onto something.” Harry’s eyes widened. “You mean…” Louis nodded. “As crazy and insane as this, this might just solve both of our problems.” “Are you saying you’re in?” Harry asked. “I’m in.”
22) Feeling Borrowed, Always Blue | Explicit | 68,214 words
Louis has been dreaming of his wedding since he was young - he just never expected it to happen like this. words
23) Violent Delights | Not Rated | 76,174 words
Prince Harry is arranged to mate Princess Charlotte, but first he must spend a month completing courting traditions which ends in a mating ceremony. When he arrives to the Tomlinson castle, he finds the forbidden North wing holds that which the family has worked hard to keep secret. Mainly: the sickly sweet Prince Louis, who’s rare gender has forced his family to keep him locked away for his own protection.
24) Sink Into Your Sunlight | Explicit | 79,562 words
In the grand scheme of things Louis did believe in love, what he didn’t believe was that he would ever find it in his life time for himself. Low and behold he would find it with someone he didn’t anticipate, now it was just a matter of having it work out the way he dreamed of.
25) Halfway Home | Mature | 103,158 words
Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson were improbable childhood friends, much to Harry’s dismay. They were thrown together each summer when Harry was forced to visit Louis’ grandfathers’ ranch in Black Hills, South Dakota. With each passing year, their friendship blossomed into something more. When trail rides turned to stolen kisses, and tragedies turned to confessions until they could no longer deny the inevitable draw they felt for one another. Though life and their future plans soon set them on different paths. Ten years later, Louis is the proud owner of Halfway Home Wildlife Refuge. Harry returns to the ranch to escape the perils of his past in London, and though their memories still haunt Louis, he won’t let that deter him from his goals. However, someone has been keeping a close eye on the refuge, and possibly Louis specifically, and Harry’s return may have unleashed more than just old passions. There’s a hunter lurking in the Hills, someone who’s decided they’ve bided their time long enough.
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hypnotic (kai anderson x reader)
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cw: breeding kink, eating disorder (it's really really bad), mommy issues, mentions of suicide, parental abuse, cults, kai is his own warning really, murder, overstimulation
a/n: if you're not into this pleaseeeee leaveeeeee i don't want tumblr to delete my blog again. also you can read this fic on ao3 if you'd like, link is in my pinned post. and if, by any chance, you relate to this i am so sorry.
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What I wanted right now, was to get out of my house, go anywhere, just so I could stop listening to constant fighting and screaming from my parents. I couldn't bear it anymore. I had one year until college but it seemed impossible to survive that long. 
"Oh, look who locked herself in her room!" My mother bursted in and a pit started forming in my stomach. I didn't move. "When are you going to start being useful? You're in here all the time, you could start paying rent." 
Now, what was I supposed to say to that? If I told her that the reason I spent all my time in my room was because they wouldn't stop screaming at each other and I would just be their punching bag, she wouldn't listen and the situation would only get worse.
"Or maybe it's time for you to find a job. Now you're just living like a parasite." I stared. My mother was a very complex character. I think she would be capable of pulling Gone Girl on us. She has the mentality. Just saying.
My father on the other hand, he's weak. Or she made him weak. I don't remember the last time he stood up for himself. He's tired, I can see that clearly. I just wish they would get a divorce. It's so draining to wake up everyday and live in fear that your every move is going to be a mistake, something to criticize. 
I don't remember the last time I felt truly at peace, but I could afford myself distractions. That's how I ended up scrolling through Tumblr 12 hours per day and forgetting to eat because the skinny girls I came across were just so pretty. Food was my enemy. We couldn't stand each other. And the guilt simply because of eating was the worst feeling ever.
Empty is pretty. And I wanted to look pretty, so I starved. It was my sport. It still is. The joy of seeing my hipbones and ribs after some time was indescribable. I loved to lay awake at night and touch my bones, feel them as I tried to fall asleep. Of course, there were many times when I just couldn't take it anymore and I binged. I would regret it immediately and restrict even more.
"Alright. I'll find a job." I stared at her with empty eyes. I was dizzy, almost like I got drunk. She exited the room and slammed the doors behing her. I think I'm never going to fully understand her.
I stared at my ceiling, having no energy to move, even though I had unfinished assignments hanging above my head, screaming at me to do them, but I just wanted to sleep. School can wait. I think my red lipstick was smudged, but I had no energy to take it off. My hair was a mess, too. I tried to straighten it but my natural waves were too stubborn. I fell asleep.
A week passed. My life stayed the same except for my new job at the restaurant—The Butchery On Main.
The two sweet women who own it were kind enough to let me work even though they don't employ people under eighteen. I worked mostly after my school, until the closing. I didn't mind since I got to leave the house and get a break from my parents. 
People were nice, I took their orders, served their food. The restuarant was mostly empty during my shifts, but nonetheless it was almost hard, working with food. All those calories around me made me want to puke. And I wasn't much of a puker. I had the urge to binge. It was disgusting. But I wasn't going to throw all my work out of the window just like that. 
I had my diet coke and if I got hungry Ivy said that I could eat whatever I wanted, and I wanted cucumber. With pepper. They had those.
Today, I had much free time so I was just sitting at one of the tables and doing my homework while scrolling through Tumblr and eating freshly peeled cucumber with some seasoning on top. I was thriving. I was almost happy. It seemed impossible.
The door opened. A man walked in. He was dressed in black from head to toe and what stood out the most was his blue hair with grown out roots. He walked like he owned the building and everyone in it. I immediately stood up, while he was pulling out his chair, fixing my uniform. I let him read through the menu for a couple of seconds and then decided to approach.
"What would you like to order?" I smiled. I was nice. I am always nice. Why hasn't he looked at me yet? Why is he ignoring my presence? His head was bowed down until he raised it and I was met with black pools that stared at me, or rather through me. I felt dizzy and it wasn't the diet.
"Surprise me," he cocked his head, "I would love to see what you liberals like to eat the most. Maybe it'll make me change my political views."
"Al..right," I dragged on, "Is that all?"
"Yes," he replied.
"Everything will be done in a minute." I wanted to get away from him, as soon as possible. He was probably some Trump obsessed republican who's most likely to tell me to make him a sandwich. Which I am practically doing right now. But I couldn't deny it - He had a beautiful face. I wouldn't consider him that attractive if it weren't for his dead, piercing eyes that silently commanded you to obey every one of his rules. 
The food was ready. I had a feeling I would fall on my face next time I locked my eyes with his, which wasn't good. I didn't even know his name! Rachel, one of the cooks, handed me the best steak they had, house's special, "Who is it for?"
I didn't dare look at him. "The one with the blue hair. Just please don't stare. He's creeping me out."
Her eyes went wide, "That's Kai Anderson."
I looked at her blandly. The name didn't mean anything to me.
"You seriously need to watch more television."
"I'm fine, thanks. And if he's some menatlly deranged politician, then I'm not really missing out."
All the politics drained me, and don't get me wrong, I loved to be informed, but when I had to argue with someone about basic human rights, I'd rather not know anything.
I walked over to his table, and put the food on it. "I hope you're not vegan. Either way, enjoy your food." I kept my eyes everywhere, just not on him. He was so unsettling. I had to get away.
"I certainly will," he said and I walked away without a second glance. Jesus Christ, his mere presence was intense.
My shift ended in half an hour and that's when the restaurant was supposed to close. Ivy left early because of some family emergency, so she asked me to close and lock everything for her. I changed into my regular clothes—denim skirt and a white button down with my favorite black sweater, docs and a pair of knee socks. I untangled my hair and tried to brush it out with my fingers.
The tables were empty. Well, mostly. So-called Kai Anderson was still here, not even eating, just looking at some papers and flipping them over, for a while now.
I needed some extra balls to approach him and ask him to leave. Why did I accept to be the last one here? I could've been home by now, sleeping or watching a sitcom, but instead I'm stuck in this building with the strangest and the scariest man I've ever met. But then again, If I were home, my mother would be screaming at me. So I guess it's a win? Also I had to thank Kai for occupying my mind and not letting me think about food. I seriously needed to go to bed before I ended up eating something. Or worse- binging. I think I had less than 200 calories today which is a sign that I am slowly approaching danger zone. It isn't a diet anymore. I can't eat normally. I thought I could go back, but I guess my body won't let me. Or was it my mind?
"Miss?" Someone waved before my eyes.
"Yes? Sorry." Kai was standing beside the table that I occupied. 
"Are you closing soon?"
Should I lie? But then again, he isn't stupid. "Yes. Do you want to pay?"
"Oh no. I already did. I just wondered what occupied your mind that much." He had no idea.
"Nothing much. Just tired I guess. Can't seem to balance school and work."
"Ah. You see," he sat across me, "I don't believe you."
"Okay? I didn't try to be persuasive."
He smirked. Dear God, why was he so creepy but so hot at the same time?
"I still want to know what made you zone out for that long." Has he been staring at me the whole time?
"That's creepy. I don't even know you."
"What's that got to do with anything? I just asked you to tell me what's been botherung you. You looked fucking stressed."
"It really doesn't matter." I just wanted him to leave. 
"Wait. Here, I'll give you..." he reached into his  back pocket, "Fifty bucks if you tell me."
My lips curved. Come on, you can't blame me. Extra cash at my age isn't something you just don't accept.
"Ah! I knew it," he smiled, "Come on, doll, speak."
"It isn't anything interesting. My mom is just being a bitch, nothing unusual." I gave him the least I could and snatched the cash from his hand.
"She isn't letting you sleep over at your boyfriend's or something?" He laughed like I had the dumbest reason for not liking my mother.
"Not really. She just...Wants too much, I guess? And I'm not able to give her that." It felt weird saying that out loud. I think I never said it.
He stared at me for a second.
"I want to show you a trick." He put his right hand on the table. "Don't worry. It's something me and my older brother always used to do when we were little."
He reached with his pinky finger over to my hand. We locked fingers like we were making a pinky promise. 
"This is weird. And please hurry. My shift ends in fifteen minutes." 
"We have enough time. Okay, listen. Pinky power. Once the skin contact is made, no lies can be told and whatever we say, stays between us," he narrowed his black eyes, "Trust me, if you lie, I will know. Ready?"
When did I agree to this? Well, fuck it, I'll do it anyway.
"Do you love your family?" He asked, his expression serious.
"Yes." His mouth twitched.
"Do you like your family?"
"Absolutely not." I shook my head.
"Why is that?" 
How do I explain this to him without sounding like a total maniac? "My father is weak, he doesn't know how to stand up for himself. And my mother screams at me for merely existing. Her favorite hobby is emotionally draining me, then pulling my hair or slapping me because she feels like it. She regrets having me. I think she wants me to kill myself. It would be easier to have a dead daughter." My mind went blank. I felt nothing in that moment. Whatever he asked, I was going to tell him.
"Did you ever try to kill yourself?," he asked with a flat voice.
I thought for a second. Should I tell him the whole truth? He said he's going to know if I lie, but that doesn't mean...
"Don't think too much." His eyes went dark while I was literally choking under pressure of his gaze.
"No. I was never suicidal. I like living. But I..." words were stuck in my throat, "I...Sometimes, she would starve me. Saying I didn't deserve it. I had no money to buy something to eat. So I made a game out of it. I developed a disorder. It was the only thing I had some control over. I started it out of spite, but now it's real. It's worse than ever. But I don't want to stop."
His expression never changed. Not once. "Do you hate your mother for that?"
"You have no idea."
"I think I do have some idea about hating one of your parents. So, from experience, I need to ask you one more question."
I nodded. "Have you ever dreamt about killing her?"
I wanted to pull back from him, but his hand wouldn't let me. He pulled me even closer. "We can't break the contact," he gritted through his teeth.
"I know, I know, I'm sorry," I exhaled, "Yes. And no."
"Elaborate." 
The restuarant was silent. I couldn't even hear the sound of cars outside. Lights were practically out. 
"I...I wanted her dead. But I don't think I would be able to do it. I had a," I inhaled, "A fantasy about someone killing her while I watched. It's so fucked up, but I just couldn't help it. It brought me relief that she was gone and someone cared enough to get rid of her for me." 
I was scared to look at him. He was going to call the mental ward and lock me there. I was fucked. Why did I tell him all of that? 
I looked up.
He was smiling. It wasn't a sympathetic smile, or a sad smile, or anything similar to that. He was grinning like a maniac. He released my hand and I realized my eyes were filled with tears. I blinked them away. 
He shook his head with closed eyes, "You're perfect. Perfect."
My voice was low, weak. "What? How could you think that after what I just told you?"
"Don't ask too many questions. I have a solution for you because I know you're destined for greater things. Tell me, do you wish to never be under your mother's thumb again?"
"I mean, yes? That's going to be when I turn eighteen, so I have to be patient."
He laughed. "Oh, no, baby, no. She's never going to let you go. She'll suffocate you until there is nothing left but a shell. No matter the age or what the law says, you'll always be controlled. While she's alive, at least."
"What are you saying?"
"Do you want my help? Do you wish to be finally free?"
This was so fucked up. I never met this man in my life. Why was he offering me help?
"What's in it for you?"
He cocked his head, "I get to keep you by my side."
My mouth was dry. I was scared, but...excited. Thrill rushed down my body as this psychopath was staring at me, offering me a sick escape. I was supposed to say no. I was supposed to save my soul.
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"I want your help."
He looked so happy, it made me happy.
"Good. Then, we're leaving now." I was hypnotized by him. I just nodded, not asking where or why, my mother taught me I shouldn't get in the cars with strangers, especially men, but my mother was also the reason for many of my problems. I'll do something that'll piss her off.
I got into Kai's car and shut the door. I was okay with the fact that he might end up killing me.
He said nothing for the most of the ride, but I noticed him glancing over at my skirt that rose up to my thighs. I didn't bother pulling it down. I mean, I wore mini skirts for a reason, right?
I pretended not to notice as I looked at my reflection in the closed window. Hollow cheeks, red lipstick, pale face. I was obsessed. I always wanted to look like a corpse with make up. My face was perfect, lipstick untouched, mascara a little smudged, dark circles under my eyes from sleepless nights. 
"You know you could eat a burger." I looked at him. I almost wanted to hug him. His words made me feel proud, like I achieved something big. And I guess I did.
"Really? Do you know that you're the first person ever to tell me that?" I felt weird happiness in my chest. 
"Well, yeah. Why do you look so surprised? I didn't mean it as a compliment. You have a problem. I'm not even sure it's supposed to be a compliment." He frowned, not taking his eyes off the road.
"It doesn't matter if it's supposed to be a compliment or not. Thank you for saying it." I didn't give two fucks if he thought I was some anorexic lunatic that needed years of therapy. I was happy. And he wasn't my parent or my guardian to tell me what to do.
"Just think about it. What's the point of being so skinny? It's not even attractive."
"The point is in being clean. I don't want to see a pound of fat on my body. It's disgusting. And I am to do with my body as I please. I don't give a fuck if someone likes to eat like a fucking pig because It's not my body, and certainly not my problem." I was so angry. Who the fuck he thought he was?
"Just saying. You look sick. And I mean really, really sick."
"I am aware. Like I'm also aware that I'm fucked in the head. And that's the reason for all of this," I gestured over my figure. 
I could feel his anger. He didn't like that I disagreed with him and stood up for myself, even if I was wrong.
"We're here." He suddenly said, getting out of the car. I followed him into the house I guessed was his. The whole neighborhood was silent. Lights were off everywhere. 
We got into his house and I didn't even got to see it clearly because he practically dragged me into his basement and started changing. He put on a black leather coat while looking for something. His phone? He called someone.
"I'm expecting you'll be here in five? Well don't try to make up excuses. This is a perfect opportunity. I don't care— No, drag yourself and your pathetic wife here." He called two more people and I just stood in the middle of the room staring at him. 
"What's your adress?" Was he really doing that now? "You know what, never mind. I found it." I wasn't going to ask him how. He looked like the person who instead of Instagram browsed dark web. 
"Okay, let's go. They're here." I had to ask him because he said nothing about it. I had to be sure.
"Why are we going to my house?"
Beat. A moment. "To kill your mother, of course."
There were other people with us, but I couldn't see their faces because of the creepy clown masks. Kai had one too. I felt like I was drugged. I didn't know what happened to me. I suppose I had enough. I know Kai is not the answer for my problems, at least not all of them. He's going to get rid of her and then what? No. Stop thinking. 
I listened to my brain this time. It was late. My parents were probably asleep. Probably in separate beds. It's going to be easier for Kai and the others to do the job. They kept their mouths shut and I didn't blame them. I still wasn't sure if I was part of this sick cult or whatever it was. I read enough about them to recognize a cult leader when I see one. 
The car suddenly stopped. We were in front of my house.
"This played out so good, little lamb. I knew you were perfect." Kai's voice was muffled under that mask and his words made my heart flutter. He was so sick. "Don't just stand there, baby. Be a good host. Invite us in. Come on," he gestured with one gloved hand towards my house. I felt everyone's eyes on me as I turned my back and started walking towards the door. What did he mean by this playing out good? Did he plan this before? It certainly did not matter.
We got in, doors creaking, but not enough to wake anyone up. My father was downstairs, in the guestroom, but my Satanic mother was in their bedroom. I went first, up the stairs, one by one, they followed me, Kai first, then the rest of them. 
I showed them the doors. 
Kai got in and they followed him. I shut the door behind me. I felt like I was seeing things through someone else's eyes. I didn't feel guilt and I wasn't regretting my decision. I remember everything through a coat of blur. Knives, a lot of them. They killed her in her sleep. Stabbed her too many times, I lost count. Sheets were soaked with red and the room started smelling like iron too. Kai used her blood to draw some sign on the wall that was facing the bed. It looked like a smiley face, but I wasn't sure. The job was done. I was free. I was free of any charges, since I wasn't home when it happened. I was going to sleep in my bed and wake up in the morning, shocked, petrified, screaming for help, calling the police, my father is going to be terrified too, but relieved. He would never admit it thought. 
We were in the car again. Then in front of Kai's house. "Leave. I want some time alone with our newest member."
"Kai, no. You can't drag her into this. She's just a child—" A feminine voice scorned him under her mask.
"Don't tell me what to do, Winter. Now leave," he raised his voice and I flinched. "We have much to talk about." He took off his mask and smiled knowingly at me. I wasn't scared of him anymore, though I knew I should be. He killed my mother for Christ's sake! 
We went into his basement again. The lights were already on and I watched him as he took off his mask and black coat. His shirt was soaked with my mother's blood. 
"What did you want to talk about?" I cocked my head.
"You were so good. I knew you could do it. Next time, maybe you'll even be the one holding the knife. You didn't even flinch!" He paced through the room and laughed, like he was talking to himself.
"You didn't do this for me, did you?"
He stopped, then looked at me, "I already told you. This played out perfectly. And I've been watching for quite some time now," his eyes darkened "When I found out that the woman who's been talking shit about me over her social media had a daughter, I had to see if she was as bitchy as her mother." Oh, so he did this to save his reputation. Of course.
"And," I swallowed, "Is she?"
He didn't answer me. Instead he marched to the other side of the room and pushed me against the wall, slamming his lips on mine. I was out of breath, not being able to process everything. Oh my god, he was kissing me! This insane, sick in the head, narcissistic, 30-something, psychopath was kissing me and I opened my mouth to him like the whore I was. I wanted him to touch me. No, I needed his blood stained hands on me right now. 
I pulled one of his hands and put it on my chest as his tongue continued to explore my mouth. He took off my sweater and shirt. I was left in a black bra and skirt.
"Aren't you scared of being arrested for fucking a minor?"
"I commited far more monstrous crimes than fucking a seventeen year old and you know it, " he breathed into my mouth. Red lipstick was smudged over his lips. His hand that was on my chest slipped under my skirt and found my panties. 
"You know it," his fingers entered me with ease, "And yet, you're still so fucking wet for me." My mouth fell open as he buried his fingers deeper if that was even possible. I wasn't a virgin, but then again, I've never been with a man. I took my own virginity so that I didn't have to bother. 
"Kai—" I breathed. I needed more.
He sat on one of the chairs beside the circular table and pulled me onto his lap, his thigh between my legs. My clit was aching for some king of friction so I started rubbing myself against the rough fabric of his jeans. 
"Aren't you desperate?" He pushed me on the floor, between his legs, he pulled out his belt and unzipped his pants. His intentions were clear and I was happy to oblige, but I had to touch myself or I'd go insane. I started stroking his already hard dick and rubbing my clit at the same time. 
He noticed. And he wasn't happy about it. "I thought you were going to be patient. But I guess not." He took his belt and with one move he tied my hands behind my back while I was still kneeling in front of him.
"Please, I just need to—"
"Yes, yes, I know, but you have to deserve it. Am I right?"
I nodded hesitantly and he scooped up my hair in his fist and used it to pull my head down. I took him into my mouth as the wetness and ache grew between my legs. 
Kai continued to pull my head down until his tip hit the back of my throat and I gagged. He chuckled.
My eyes teared up as I sucked his dick like my life depended on it.
He grunted and raised his hips, so I knew he was close. And I knew he was going to either come in my mouth or...
He pulled out and finished on my tits, painting my chest with his cum. 
"You were so good," he said with his head tilted back and eyes closed. He let my hair fall down my back and over my face. Kai dressed and got up, then pulled me with him, still tied.
He slammed me on the desk and I was able to just lay there and let him do whatever he wanted to me. Not that I minded.
"I feel like I'm going to break you," he said as he traced my very visible ribs with the tips of his fingers. "Break every bone in your body." 
I could feel my stomach sinking in and his words made me even a bigger mess than I already was. "Do it, please, please," I cried out as my hips rose towards him. 
"Since you asked so nicely...And the skirt stays on. Do you know how much willpower it took me not to bury my hand under your skirt and make you beg for more while we were driving?" He pulled my skirt up and didn't even bother to take off the panties, he just ripped them. He towered over me as I layed on his table, feeling the cool air on my swollen clit. 
Kai's fingers went over my aching pussy and my back arched towards his touch. He did nothing for a split second and then came the first slap. I yelped as the burning spread between my legs, but I didn't tell him to stop. He slapped me even harder and I cried out, most ungodly sounds coming from my mouth.
"Don't worry, you can scream as loud as you'd like."
He slapped my dripping cunt once more and after that I was sure I was going to feel his hands on me days after. He didn't wait for me to recover from his brutality, instead he buried two fingers inside me and started scissoring, wanting to spread me even wider. I threw my head back as he added one more. He buried them knuckle deep inside me and began curling them.
"I feel like you're a big girl. You can take one more." He didn't wait for my agreement. His four fingers were inside, making my pussy burn with pleasure. I wasn't able to form words. He spat on me and started massaging my clit while almost his whole hand was thrusting in and out of me. I felt pressure deep in my lower stomach and started panting and moaning for him to continue, but he did exactly the opposite. 
My cunt was left empty without his fingers and I could almost cry. I just needed a bit more.
"Don't look so upset. I'm not finished with you." 
Kai untied me and took his belt. He spread my legs as wide as he could and started spanking my pussy with it. I screamed more in pain than surprise, "Kai, no, stop, please stop-"
The pain was unbearable, but it was just enough  for my clit to start pulsing more and that pressure in my belly to grow. I screamed in pain as he continued to hit me with no mercy. I could feel my walls clenching and my back arched as I came undone. Orgasm hit me and I came down from my high, but Kai didn't stop. 
He started rubbing my abused cunt, overstimulating it. He was deaf to my begging and crying. It was too much. There was no pleasure anymore, just pure pain, but he continued to massage it and after a couple of minutes I was shaking with another orgasm. I knew I was too sensitive, but when I tried to close my legs, he stopped me. Then I noticed his rock hard dick under his jeans and my heart dropped. I was going to pass out. He was going to use me, not caring for my pleasure anymore.
"Just hold still a little more, doll." He pulled his dick out and slammed himself inside me, making my eyes roll to the back of my head. Everything hurt, but he didn't care. His thrusts were fast and rough, I couldn't keep up. I could feel his orgasm building and he had no intention of pulling out. Kai continued to slam into me until he reached his peak. He filled me with his seed and when he finally pulled out I could feel it dripping from my pussy.
Kai helped me get up and as he was untying his belt, his hot breath was on my neck. "Welcome to the cult, baby."
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taeraeszn · 10 months
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i started squealing to myself when i read where zb1 finds you accidentally falling asleep on their team member T^T
would it be possible to request zb1 patting your head/caressing your hair? i think that would be so cute.. thank you !!
when zb1 pats your head/caresses your hair
omg your so sweet anon!! thank you for the nice words about my reaction post <3 i seriously smiled so much reading your request!! and ofc i'll write it!!
warnings: food, cursing, and mention of fear. but nothing else from what i see, lmk if there is any i should add!
kim jiwoong
you haven't seen jiwoong in nearly a month due to the tour zb1 was currently having
you were so proud of him and how far he came, but god you just missed his presence so much. you often found yourself scrolling through old texts and looking back at the pictures you favourited of jiwoong
but what you didn't know was that jiwoong actually came back to seoul! he just wanted to surprise you since he figured just telling you was too boring
you were fast asleep on the couch after binge watching a k-drama on netflix. the door clicked open and jiwoong walked into this scene, immediately chuckling
"of course they were watching a k-drama..." he whispers to himself
he puts his bag down and makes his way towards you, he bends down to the ground level to get a closer look of your face
jiwoong then decides to leave a sweet kiss on your forehead <3 as well as caressing your hair softly
just then you wake up, sight still dizzy as you were deep in your sleep. as you looked around, you met eyes with your partner and immediately engulfed him into your arms
"JIWOONG!" you exclaimed, he gave you that iconic smirk and kissed you gently on the lips
"i missed seeing you." he said. your face was nuzzled into his neck, "me too..."
"i loved the tour but god i wanted to see you again." he mumbled
"i could say the same..."
rest of the members are under the cut!
zhang hao
"ugh why is this so hard?!" you yelled to yourself. you were attempting to cook something new for dinner, something that is a special dish in hao's home province of fujian
but unfortunately nothing seemed to work as you tried nearly every tip in the cookbook, you were growing extremely frustrated and were close to just giving up entirely on this dish and just ordering chicken instead
but just then you saw hao walk into your apartment, damn it, it was too late
"baobei?" he called out. you sighed and made your way towards him. he was hanging up his coat in the closet and noticed you when he turned around
"hi..." you greeted. he seemed excited and clasped his hands together, "so what's for dinner tonight?"
"yeah about dinner...it's..." before you could finish your sentence, hao walked into the mess that was the kitchen
there were plates and bowls everywhere, utensils thrown around, and just overall a mess
"care to explain why our kitchen looks like it's in shambles?" his face giving an extremely puzzled look
you shrugged, sitting on the dining room chair, "i dunno, i just wanted to make a dish from fujian just for you, i guess it didn't work out."
hao then smiled (YK WHICH ONE I'M TALKING ABOUT) and patted your head, pulling you into his arms
"baobei, i appreciate you doing this for me, i really do! but if it's giving you too much stress then we can make it together!"
your eyes lit up, "really?"
"absolutely, we're in this together right?"
sung hanbin
after a year of dating, you were finally getting ready to meet hanbin's parents. he had been waiting for this moment ever since you two first met, he knew you were his life partner and he wanted you to meet them
you on the other hand were extremely nervous and had trouble sleeping the entire night, continuously tossing and turning while worrying of every worst scenario possible
making a great first impression was very important to you, embarrassing yourself was your worst fear and the last thing you wanted to happen
the day you were going to meet them was nerve-wracking. hanbin noticed how you were fidgeting with your hands the whole drive there
when a red light halted his driving, he gently held your hand, he could tell from the look on your face that you were worried
"babe, don't be scared. my parents will love you." he reassured, caressing your hair
you sighed, "i'm not sure bin, i'm just so nervous because i want to make a good impression for them."
"and that's okay! you remember how i was acting when i had to meet yours? but it went fine. i've told my parents about you and they're so thrilled to finally see you. in fact, whenever i call them the first thing they ask me about is you!"
"seriously?" you asked, he nodded, "yes trust me baby, everything will be fine."
you took a deep breath in, "your right."
just then the lights turned green and before you knew it, you reached his parent's house
you had your bag in hand, it was full of gifts for his parents and sister as well as some food you had made for them
"ready?" you nodded and headed to the front doorstep, hanbin then rang the doorbell with you feeling less worried than before
seok matthew
you weren't sure how long you had been at your desk, continuously checking if you knew each definition and fact for your upcoming exam
this exam was huge and played a massive part in your final grade, the last you wanted to do was fail
you had your laptop open, notebook open, and pens scattered all over your desk
matthew sighed as he was sat on your bed, he wasn't expecting you to study for this long and was growing concerned over your health
he had also been there for hours and was excited to just spend time with you only for you to begin studying after informing him about your exam
he couldn't take seeing you like this and got up, the first thing he did was take the pen out of your hands and shut your laptop
"hey!" you said, when you made eye contact, he noticed that you eyes were bloodshot red
"you need to take a break." was all he said before picking you up bridal style and putting you down on the bed. he cuddled up right next to you and covered you two with the blanket
"matthew, i need to study."
"you can rest for today and study tomorrow, i just can't stand you pushing yourself this much and not prioritizing your health."
you noticed how matthew's expression darkened, you could tell that he was very worried
"i know..i think i've been so distressed about this exam that i haven't been thinking about myself."
matthew caressed your hair lightly and pressed his lips against your forehead, "don't think about it right now, forget about it."
you nodded, "thank you matt, i love you."
"i love you too."
kim taerae
"babe!" you heard taerae call out, you looked up from your book at saw your boyfriend at the front door
you haven't heard him call you babe in person for the last three days and it was a huge refresher hearing it again
your face immediately softened as you put your book down
taerae quickly pulled you into his arms, his grip being tight and not wanting to let go of you
for context it had been a few days since you'd seen taerae, he was busy filming a new show that required multiple days of shooting since it was outside of seoul
but taerae had been texting you everyday, sending you an update for everything the group did, as well as some handsome selfies you got to keep to yourself
"how was it in paju?" you asked, he giggled, "so fun! we went to the countryside and did some missions for money and just got to relax." seeing him talk about it this excited made you smile, but seeing taerae always made you smile
he noticed you were still reading the book you picked up the exact day he had to leave with his members
"oh how far are you in the book?" you showed him and he noticed that the bookmark you previously had was gone
"i finished it!" his eyes lit up
"that's great! i love seeing you do the things you love such as reading." he said then patting your head
your face was stuffed into his chest as you wrapped your arms around him, "and i love seeing you spending time with the other members. i'm so happy you got to debut..."
"me too."
shen ricky
"ready to go to bed love?" ricky asked, you were writing in your notebook and ricky was ready to fall asleep after your busy day together
you had a habit of writing inside your notebook. it became a regular thing after you randomly decided to one day and you didn't stop after that, the writing usually consisted of what you did during the day
ricky had always wanted to take you to his hometown of shanghai and when your schedule was empty, he thought it was a great idea
you were in the house that he grew up in and you two had just travelled around the beautiful city today
it's safe to say that you now have enough souvenirs to cover your entire room in, and of course the young and rich man offered to pay for everything despite you telling him that he didn't have to
just then you finished writing and closed the book, putting it on the side table, "yup."
ricky smiled, finally able to shut the lights off and cuddle up next to you in the comfy blanket
the room fell silent for a while until you spoke up again, "you know ricky, i just wanted to say thank you for showing me shanghai, i know how much you've been wanting to go."
he caressed your hair lightly, "of course! it's so nice to be back and i knew i had to bring you as well."
"you're amazing shen quanrui." he giggled after hearing you say his real name.
"so are you (name)." you looked at the cat man full of love then kissed his cheek softly
"so what's tomorrow going to be like?"
"hmm not sure, let's see wherever our minds take us."
kim gyuvin
"(name)! come here!" gyuvin shouted, you excused yourself from the conversation you were having with gunwook to see what your boyfriend was calling you for
"what is it?" you said, sitting next to him on the dorm floor, he began caressing your hair lightly and held your hand
"oh nothing i just wanted you to come near me." you rolled your eyes playfully
"y'know i was talking to gunwook about something really interesting." he side eyed you
"more than any conversation you've had with me?"
the little puppy pouted causing you laugh, "of course not."
yujin then joined you guys on the floor, he was observing gyuvin for a while in the kitchen and wanted to expose his hyung
"hey (name), you know that gyuvin hyung was staring at you for the last ten minutes every since you began talking with gunwook hyung?" gyuvin eyes immediately widen and denied this claim
"WHAT? no i wasn't!" you raised your brow
"really gyu?" he shrugged, "okay fine, yeah i'll admit i was staring for a bit."
"more like a lot" yujin rebutted.
gyuvin then nudged yujin playfully, "YOU STAY QUIET!"
yujin began chuckling and left the scene to go back into his room, you then turned to face your boyfriend
"it's cute seeing you jealous." you said, he nuzzled his face into your neck, "oh stop it.."
park gunwook
(sorry everything i do for the maknae line is school related, i don't really know what else to do for them 😭)
you and gunwook were sitting in the field together eating your homemade lunch, you weren't actually planning on even coming to school that day because you were sick
but nonetheless you still decided to because you had an exam today and couldn't miss it
gunwook was clearly worried as you kept coughing and sneezing, he even offered some medicine to you but you kindly refused since you had already taken some
"i think you should just go home now, (name)." he said, eyes filled with concerned
you shook your head, "no, no, i'm fine."
"no you're not. the whole exam period you were trying to hold in your coughs!"
"well yeah because i didn't want our classmates to be grossed out by me."
"don't worry, i can provide you notes for the other classes." for a minute you forgot that gunwook was the class president of your homeroom and realized that he was right
"you're right. i'll take the bus home." he patted your head gently, "make sure to have lots of fluids and medicine okay?"
"i will, don't worry. thank you for being there for me babe."
"i'm always here if you need me."
gunwook decided to walk to the nearby bus stop with you and he even held your hand the whole time while you were waiting for the bus to arrive
when it did arrive, you hugged him goodbye and headed home, ready to get a good rest
han yujin
you were coming home from the after school academy and didn't realize how dark it got outside
like it was pitch black outside and you could barely see anything ahead, it didn't help that you had a fear of darkness
so you turned your phone's flashlight on and began heading home
but after a few minutes you felt as if someone was walking behind you and began thinking of the worst
"who the fuck is that?" you whispered, stopping in your tracks
you somehow got yourself to point the light behind you to reveal... yujin?
yujin didn't go to the same academy as you so you were surprised to see your boyfriend there, he had a black hoodie on with some jeans
"what are you doing?" he chuckled
"oh i thought someone was following me, turns out it's just you."
"uh it's not just me, i'm your boyfriend."
"yeah yeah boyfriend." but you couldn't hide the fact that you were terrified to walk home
yujin sensed this and caressed your hair, "want me to walk home with you?"
you were so grateful that your boyfriend happened to be strolling around the area your academy was in
"yes, please, i'm so scared." you admitted. he held your hand and you two began walking together
"it's really not that dark, but i can understand why you might be scared." his voice didn't have a hint of fear in it, making you feel more safe around him
"thank you yujin." you hugged him
"let's head home hmm?"
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void-wolfie · 9 months
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family ties
summary: you decide it's finally come out to your parents.
pairing: Jenna Ortega x fem!Reader
tw: homophobia/biphobia, angst
words: 2.26k
a/n: it's my birthday, yay! here is a slightly birthday-themed post. this one hits me a bit hard but mostly because it largely stems from my own insecurities. anyways, y'all love your angst, so I figured I would supply.
*I am not paying for y'alls therapy, reader discretion is advised
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You sat in your car outside the small two-story house. Its brown walls and open windows seemed to mock you, tall and daunting. Of course, it wasn’t the house that set your nerves on edge, your anxiety growing the longer you sat, it was what lay inside. Your parents.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Jenna asked, watching you worriedly from the passenger seat.
No. You didn’t want to do this. You’d rather go back home and binge-watch TV with Jenna for the rest of the night. But what would life be if not for making hard choices?
“Not really. But I need to.” You grimaced, thinking about what horrors the night might bring.
“I’ll be right here the whole time,” Jenna interlocked your fingers with hers, doing her best to reassure you.
“Thank you, baby,” You brought her hand to your lips, kissing the back of her knuckles.
You knocked on the front door, pushing it open without waiting for anyone to answer it. It was your childhood home after all, and you knew your parents wouldn’t mind.
“Mom? Dad?” You stepped into the hallway, Jenna following just behind you.
“y/n?” Your mom appeared from around the corner, your dad just a few steps behind her.
“How are you, baby?” She held out her arms for a hug, which you fell into.
“I’m alright,”
“Good! Happy birthday, sweetheart.”
“Thanks, Mom,”
She finally let you go, her eyes catching Jenna standing just over your shoulder. “Jenna, darling, so good to see you again!”
You let the two of them do their thing while you greeted your dad.
He pulled you in for a hug, patting you on the back, "Happy birthday, kiddo,"
"Thanks, Dad,"
Your dad was more on the quiet side, unlike your mom who was very much a social butterfly. He was usually the more relaxed one, which you often found comfort in.
The sound of conversation mixed with that of clinking silverware. Dinner had been served and everyone was catching up. Your parents were currently talking off your girlfriend’s ear, interrogating her on her up-and-coming projects.
But you weren't paying them any attention. Your eyes were dead set on the table, lost in your own world of thoughts. Would they be mad? Disappointed? Upset? Of course, they would be upset, this was going against everything they believed in... Would they call you names, or just shun you altogether? Would they throw you out? Cut you off? Not that you relied on them much anymore financially, but still, they were your parents...
"Earth to y/n, hello?" Your name being called brought you back from your spiraling thoughts. You looked up to find everyone looking in your direction. Jenna was shooting you a worried look, her hand intertwining with yours underneath the table.
"Oh, sorry," you apologized, hoping to brush off the awkwardness that clung to the air.
"Where'd you go, kiddo? We lost ya there for a second," your dad said with a chuckle, taking another bite of his food.
"Just thinking," you squeezed Jenna's hand, hoping your parents wouldn't notice how anxious you were. Your knee was bouncing up and down under the table, you nearly felt sick from all the worrying.
"Thinking about what?" Your mom asked.
Of course, she wanted to know. Ever so the nosy one, always needing to be in everyone's business.
"Um," should you tell them now? You looked at Jenna, wishing you could read her mind and know what she was thinking, but she only looked at you with that same curious glance.
Fuck it. What do you have to lose... besides everything... "Actually, I- um. There's something I want to tell you both..."
You could practically feel the blood pumping through your veins, your hands shaking violently under the table. Your heart felt like it might burst from how fast it was beating. It's now or never...
"Okay?" Your parents exchanged curious glances, the two of them wondering what could possibly be so important to have you acting so oddly.
Fuck. Where to start? What to say? Your mind was reeling. Everything felt like it was too much. But you had to do this, you couldn't avoid it forever.
You took a deep breath in an attempt to calm your nerves, but that didn't stop the words from rushing out of your mouth, "Jenna and I are dating. We've been in a relationship for two years now."
The room was dead silent. The only noise coming from the rain outside and the air conditioner quietly whirring in the background.
Both you and Jenna were eyeing your parents, waiting for some kind of reaction.
"What?"
Both your parents wore blank expressions. You almost wished they weren't, that they'd have some kind of emotion on their face, that way you could tell if they were upset or not. But a blank face was debatably better than an angry one.
"I'm dating Jenna." You said it again, not nearly as fast this time and with a little more confidence.
More silence. It hung in the air like a thick smog, suffocating you as it squeezed the breath from your lungs. The longer you had to wait the less you could sit still, nearly shaking in your chair out of anticipation.
"Is this a joke?" Your mom’s voice held a dangerous tone, one you'd learned meant trouble over the years.
"No." You made sure to keep your voice flat, hiding how you truly felt inside.
You knew what was coming. Despite your hopes that they might actually care, that they might actually love you, you knew the truth. Your parents would never accept someone like you as their daughter. You would've been better off if you'd told them you were a murderer.
"Get out." Your mother refused to meet your eyes, staring down at her plate instead. She had said it quietly and calmly, but you could see past that cool exterior, you could see the storm raging inside. She was furious.
"What?" Jenna spoke up, looking between your mother and father.
She couldn’t believe it. Your parents had always been so welcoming, so warm to her. You had always acted like such a happy family, and she was just going to kick you out?
Your mom’s eyes snapped up, glaring daggers at Jenna, "I said. Get. Out."
You could feel the tension in the air, thick as it filled up the room. Time to go.
"Come on, Jenna." You stood up, hoping you could pull Jenna from the house before things got too ugly, "If they don't love me for me, that's fine."
You noticed your father wince at the comment, his gaze dropping to the ground. Part of you wondered if he shared your mother's beliefs, if he hated you as well. He has always been the more levelheaded one, maybe there was hope for him.
"No." Jenna stood up, her eyes were still trained on your mother with a fury like you'd never seen before.
"Jenna, don't." You tried to stop her, but you could tell from the determined look on her face she didn't care.
"Are you really that shallow? You'll shun your daughter completely, all because of who she loves?"
"I'll not have a daughter who's a-"
"Who's a what? Say it," Jenna was challenging her now, daring her to say that forbidden word.
"You're a disgrace, you know that?" Your moms’ eyes darted over to you, "It's a sin and you're going to hell."
You scoffed, trying to act strong despite the tears in your eyes and the ache in your chest, "that’s fine, as long as I don't have to hear your bigoted comments for the rest of eternity."
Your mom shot up from the table, her chair sliding backward across the tile. Despite the look of rage, her eyes were watering as well, "How could you do this to me? To us?!"
"Do this to you...? Do you really think I started dating her because I wanted to hurt you?" Your vision was blurred from the tears silently streaming down your face. Your hands clenched as you tried to bottle up your rampant emotions. Everything was going to shit.
"Are you? Because from here, that's exactly what it looks like-"
"No! I would never try and hurt you. You told me to find someone that makes me happy, she makes me happy!"
"I said go find a nice boy to make you happy! Not to go practice sacrilege!”
"Are you insane? Do you even hear yourself?" Jenna jumped in, standing in front of you protectively.
You pulled Jenna back beside you, taking a step closer to your mother, "Let me spell it out for you. I'm bisexual. It's not something I can choose. It's who I am, it's in my DNA. I love Jenna and that's not changing any time soon. And I love you, you’re my mom, you raised me and cared for me, and taught me everything I know. But a real mother wouldn't disown me for being me."
It all happened so fast. Before you even knew what was happening you were on the floor, a red handprint staining your cheek.
You were in shock. Your hand cupping the forming red mark. She slapped you. She actually slapped you...
When you finally focused back on the situation, Jenna was kneeling in front of you. Her eyes were swimming with so many different emotions, but you couldn't miss her little concerned pout. You melted into her hands, how they cupped your face so gently as she examined the mark.
At the flip of a switch, her face contorted. What once was full of worry and concern had been taken over by hate and rage. It scared you.
Jenna spun around, wildly flinging insults at your mother. A shouting match had started, but you weren’t listening. All you could see was the image of your mother slapping you, repeating in your head over and over. Her face was full of so much hate and anger. How could someone who was supposed to love you do something so horrid?
You stood up, shaking off the shock and your spiraling thoughts.
“We’re leaving.” You stated simply, interrupting their screaming. You grabbed Jenna’s hand, lacing your fingers together as you pulled her towards the door with you.
You stood in the doorway, a nagging feeling sitting in the pit of your gut. You had more you wanted to say, but should you? Your mother made it more than clear she wasn’t willing to listen, that she was more than fine abandoning you.
You pushed yourself out the door without another word, walking through the rain. You handed Jenna the car keys, silently asking her to drive home. She took them without saying anything, understanding what you were asking.
Neither you nor Jenna said anything as you got into the car, the two of you still comprehending the nightmare that had just happened.
"Please take me home," you asked softly, ignoring the tears falling down your face.
You had been in the shower for over an hour now. It wasn’t abnormal for you to take long showers, but never this long. Jenna was worried.
The warm water had long since turned cold, leaving you shivering on the tile floor. Your head was buried in your arms, your knees pulled up to your chest. The sound of the water running effectively drowning out the sounds of your sobs.
You were heartbroken.
Your whole life there was this belief that your family would love you no matter what, that they would accept you for who you were. It’s still true, but after the scene at your parent’s house… your idea of family had been fundamentally shifted. Your parents weren’t your family anymore.
There was a knock on the bathroom door, “You alright in there, baby?” Jenna’s voice echoed throughout the bathroom.
You took a deep breath, trying to stop the crying, “Fine. I’ll be out in a minute.”
Your voice came out shaky and hoarse. Jenna could tell you’d been crying from the other side of the door; if your voice hadn’t given it away the sound of you sobbing when she opened the door would have been.
Jenna wanted nothing more than to hug you tight, kiss your forehead and wipe away the tears. But she knew you needed some space. She closed the bathroom door and waited back on your bed, her patience wearing thin as worry settled in.
The minute you were out of the shower and done changing, you could see it. You looked like a mess. Bloodshot eyes stared back at you in the mirror. Your nose and cheeks were red from all the crying. Your chest ached and your throat felt like it was on fire.
The second you were out of the bathroom Jenna was already staring at you. The way you looked so hurt, eyes bloodshot and shoulders slumped, it broke her heart. You deserved better.
You didn’t say anything, just walking up to her silently and falling into her arms. You were fresh out of tears, with nothing left to give. You just wanted the pain to go away.
Jenna pulled you onto the bed with her, letting you cuddle up into her arms. It wasn’t long before you were asleep, the exhaustion from the day having worn you out. Jenna held you a little bit tighter against her chest before falling asleep herself. She silently hoped that you knew, even if your parents didn’t, she loved you more than she would ever be able to articulate.
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m-jelly · 17 days
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Jelly my friend! I'm gonna take a moment or two to answer all those LOL in the meantime let me send you something!
How does Levi do the first time he changes his newborns diaper?
How does Levi and his s/o (can be self ship of course :) ) handle trying to get to all of babies needs in those early days as parents?
It's a rainy day and outdoor plans are cancelled, how does Levi spend it/ spend it with you?
Also,
what meal does Levi request from you on his birthday?
Is there a tv show you like binging together?
If there was unlimited time/money/space how many dogs would he want?
How does Levi do the first time he changes his newborns diaper?
Levi does incredible! I've always HC'd that Levi would change almost all the baby's diapers. You carried the baby for nine months and you went into labour for hours on end and your healing process takes a while. He will be shocked at the colour of it and worry a bit, but then he would look at his baby books and online chats and see it is very normal. We would talk to his baby the whole time, he'd make comments on their dirty bum and how weird their poop was. He'd be so gentle with cleaning them. He'd kiss their tummy, feet, hands and their face.
How does Levi and his s/o (can be self ship of course :) ) handle trying to get to all of babies needs in those early days as parents?
You'd both be a well-oiled machine. You will find that Levi will do almost everything for the baby and you. In Levi's mind, you have already done plenty! So, he will get up in the middle of the night for the baby and tend to them so you can get as much sleep as possible. During the day when Levi rests, you will look after the baby. You will be very organised, but you won't be pressured to follow the routine you and Levi had made together. Levi will pretty much be over-prepared.
It's a rainy day and outdoor plans are cancelled, how does Levi spend it/ spend it with you?
The sofa gets set up with blankets and cushions. You'll have hot drinks and snacks as we cuddle up on the sofa. You'd sit on the sofa together and cuddle. You'd watch movies together and if you play video games you would play games with each other, mostly comfort games. Indoor dates are really your favourite kind of dates. Levi will want a lot of cuddles and kisses. He will hold you all day long and even have a little nap with you. The two of you will not cook but have a lovely takeaway instead.
what meal does Levi request from you on his birthday?
He would want the first meal you ever made him when you first started living together. The meal he had when he came home from work to you for the first time ever. He adored coming home and seeing you living there with him and you'd cooked him the most incredible dinner he'd ever had. He was so full of love and wanted you in his life for eternity.
Is there a tv show you like binging together?
I don't watch many TV shows, I'm more of a movie person. I think Levi would be similar. He would hate reality TV and would strongly dislike game shows as well. I think maybe he'd like shows like Expedition Unknown with Josh Gates, where he goes to different countries to find lost treasures and history as well. Any show that has dark comedy in it, like inside no 9 and league of gentlemen. He'd find always sunny funny as well.
If there was unlimited time/money/space how many dogs would he want?
It's really how many he would let me have ahah! I love dogs. I think Levi would happily have four maximum, but two would be the perfect number for him. Both would be well-trained but also spoiled. They would get lots of love and cuddles.
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appocalipse · 1 year
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BEGGING for lipstick from the prompt list with Steve. I’ve been binging all of your blurbs and then read that prompt and died thinking about it.
you're so sweet, thank you. ♥ honestly i was hoping someone would pick this prompt cause it was my favorite | steve + fake dating ♥
[LIPSTICK; Brushing lipstick off their cheek after the other/someone kisses them. ]
You find Steve sitting on a sun lounger beside the pool, watching the water thoughtfully. Probably bored out of his mind, you think, feeling a little guilty.
He doesn't hear you approaching. The sun lounger is big enough for you to sit next to him, though there's only a tiny gap between your bare thigh and his. 
"Sorry," you say, handing him one of the two glasses you brought with you and offering an apologetic smile. 
Steve stares suspiciously at the red liquid, frowning at the small bright yellow umbrella decorating the glass. "For what?" he asks. His tone is soft, his expression even softer when his eyes meet yours.
"For dragging you to the world's most boring party."
"Oh, you should see my parents' parties," he beams, fiddling with the small umbrella absentmindedly. "Those were three times worse than this. And at least I have you here."
He lightly bumps your shoulder with his and you try to keep the smile on your face from looking too silly, too needy. You don't think you succeed. The solution is lowering your head and pretending to be interested in the drink in your hand — which, by the way, you don't even know what it's called, let alone what it's made of.
And Steve looks too pretty in the dim moonlight. 
"And you didn't drag me here, I volunteered," he adds when you don't say anything, taking a careful sip of his own drink. "But what is this? Jesus," he frowns at the glass as if it has offended him deeply.
Then, Steve laughs.
As always, his laugh is contagious. A giggle escapes you in no time. "I have no idea. Some fancy drink May is making for everyone."
Steve braves another sip, then decidedly puts the glass down on the ground next to your legs…your legs, which he's now looking intently at. It's subtle but definitely there, a gaze that lingers a second too long before he's straightening up and clearing his throat, once again the picture of a great, respectful friend. It happened, you tell yourself. And yet, your mind desperately tries to convince you that you're reading too much into this, into him, into this relationship.
You take a big sip of your drink. It's far from being your favorite, but it's also not bad. A little sweet, a little strong. You're not sure whether you're hoping it boosts your courage or completely erases it along with all of your thoughts about the boy beside you. It doesn't seem to be working either way.
Coming to this high school reunion — a pathetic excuse of a party with your classmates from your old school in Indianapolis, more like — was probably not your best decision. Bringing Steve along as your fake boyfriend wasn't your brightest idea either, because even though he'd been pretty convincing all night and made everyone basically fall in love with him, now you can't stop thinking about what it would be like if he really was your boyfriend.
"So," Steve starts, sighing. You look up, hoping to catch a glimpse of a star, a distraction, but the sky is clear tonight. "That guy- Philip."
Steve doesn't look at you. He tries very hard to appear almost distracted, like he's just making small talk. You bite back a smile.
"Phil," you correct him. 
"Phil," Steve repeats, as if the name leaves a bad taste in his mouth. "He looked really upset when you introduced me as your boyfriend, you know."
There's potential in the way this conversation is going, you think, although you also hate how this is the first thing that comes to your mind.
"He's with May," you inform.
"Why do I feel like there's a story there?"
You set your glass down carefully next to Steve's and take a deep breath. "There is. A very short one: we dated the year before I moved to Hawkins, tried long distance, and then he cheated on me with May and they started dating. The end."
Steve stares at you for a long moment before answering.
"Wow, what an idiot. I was going to say I'm sorry, but you can do so much better than him. Honestly."
You exhale a nervous laugh. "So much better that I had to ask a friend to pretend to be my boyfriend just so I wouldn't feel like such a loser."
"You are not a loser."
The look you give him seems to ask 'really?' Steve stares back at you as if you've just cursed him profusely, although you can see the offended expression is entirely false.
"You are not a loser," he repeats seriously, holding your gaze. 
You can read the request implied in the sentence, and you see little option but to comply with it, smiling.
"Okay, I'm not a loser," you concede, feigning annoyance. You look down at your shoes, certain that this is not the time for self-pity but unable to stop. "I just can't make anyone love me."
"I love you," Steve says easily.
You use all your willpower not to blush, even though you're positive it's not even possible to contain such a thing. It's not the first time Steve has said those words and you know there's nothing romantic about them. And yet every time you hear those three words — which happened only a couple of times during the span of your friendship, (usually caused by emotional hugs on holidays) — you still feel an inexplicable tingling in the back of your neck, a shiver down your spine.
"I love you too," you say, and it's not the first time either. Getting the words out without letting the real extent of the feeling behind them show is still quite hard for you. "But I meant, you know… as more than friends."
Steve looks at you differently, or maybe it's just the faint moonlight tricking your eyes, but for a moment you think he's actually going to say something. 
And then the moment passes and he leans forward, resting his palms on his knees in silence. 
You let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding.
"Thank you."
Steve turns his face to look at you. 
"What for?"
"For coming here with me. And for keeping up the loyal boyfriend facade even in front of a bunch of gorgeous girls drooling over you."
You chuckle in hopes of sounding more relaxed. All Steve does is smile.
"It wasn't hard, you now," he says, and you don't think you'd be able to wipe the smile from your face if you tried. "It was actually pretty easy. And you're way prettier than all of them."
Your smile grows into a giggle. "Steve-"
"And way funnier and kinder too. And nicer. You're really nice, you know that? And your perfume is-"
You put your hand over his mouth, laughing. "Fine, fine! Stop!" you chide, even though this is the last thing you want him to do.
You can see the smile in his eyes.
And that's it; it's the soft look on his face, his infuriating perfect hair, his sweet words...those are the things you blame when you lean forward and impulsively kiss him on the cheek, leaving a red mark on his skin almost perfectly the shape of your lips.
"Thank you," you say before pulling away, sounding surprisingly firm despite what you've just done.
You can't be imagining it. The expression of confusion on his face, half disbelieving and half dreamy, definitely a little satisfied. It can't be just you imagining it.
Did I cause this?
Your thumb touches the lipstick stain on Steve's cheek and you rub it gently, using your other hand to gently cup his chin. "Shit, I'm sorry, Steve," you whisper. "I got lipstick on your face."
He smiles. You know he's smiling because you're looking at his mouth right now.
And he's looking at yours.
Oh my God.
The pad of your thumb is red because of the lipstick and his cheek is still slightly colored by the traces of it, but now your attention has dissipated like a puff of smoke and you are unable to grasp it again.
Steve grabs your wrist, mumbles your name. With his free hand, he touches your lips with his fingertips and states, "Your lipstick is smudged."
"Is it?" you ask.
"It is," he assures. And kisses you.
Steve's lips are soft and he tastes like May's drink, sweet as he moves against you slowly, perhaps hesitant or perhaps wanting to enjoy every second, you think, wishing it was the last option. His arm curls around your waist and you sigh against his mouth, pulling away just for a brief moment. But his lips chase yours and capture them in another kiss and another and another until there's no option but to pull away for air.
He rests his forehead against yours and smiles between heavy breaths. "I lied," Steve whispers. "Your lipstick wasn't smudged before."
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robindrake93 · 1 month
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11 days since I sent you that ask and I can now say, I get it. I get what you meant about episode 8. WE DID NOT JUST GET LUKERCY CRUMBS HOLY SHIT-
ALL OF THEIR SCENES TOGETHER WERE MAKING ME FERAL FJGKD WHICH WAS SO HARD TO KEEP IN WHILE WATCHING IT WITH MY SIS 😭😭 IT WAS SO GOOD
the training!! the entire fucking fight with luke practically begging percy to believe that he is his friend and wants him to join him!! the lighting!! just everything!!! you can soo tell luke wanted to shove percy in that portal and take him along no matter what!! (ignoring annabeths appearance cause im still on the fence with that change even if I get why they did it)
i am so going to binge read lukercy fics the entire night just to fill my rabid need for content of them after seeing that AHFJVKDKD I CANT-
You're right we didn't just get crumbs, we got a whole damn pie.
Luke not only welcoming Percy to camp but being the one to show him around, constantly by his side. Even watching him sleep from across the cabin.
The look on Percy's face when Luke tells him he's always on Annabeth's side.
Luke breaking the camp rules that two demigods (with different parents) aren't allowed to be alone in the cabins together to give Percy the shoes in his cabin (as opposed to on the hill like in the book).
Percy wanting to take Luke on the quest but being afraid that Luke would prioritize Annabeth over him.
The jealousy and disgust in Luke's voice during the Iris message when he makes the comment about "when did you two become an old married couple" and the look of equal disgust and discomfort from Percy when he says "gross let's move on from that." (paraphrasing but you get the idea)
Luke influencing Percy so much that the very first words of Percy's book ("Look, I didn't want to be a halfblood") are actually a quote from Luke.
The whole training scene.
Sword under the chin is always hot. Percy's making a face like he knows it too.
When Luke goes to sit on that rock beside Percy, he chooses a spot that lets them sit eye-to-eye but also he rocks toward Percy for a second like he's going to go in for a kiss.
Percy mirroring the head tilt that Luke (Charlie?) does.
Luke's voice full of pride when Percy does good.
Luke telling Percy he's small and scary. So fucking cute.
The way we can see via body language what book!Percy has been telling us all along: that every time Percy picks up his sword, he hears Luke's voice in his head telling him what to do.
Percy and Luke almost never take their eyes off each other for the whole secret meeting about Clarisse.
They're meeting in the woods at night. Luke didn't even have to bribe Percy this time, he just trotted after him.
Luke coaxing Percy into talking. (in the books Percy doesn't do a lot of talking out loud and Luke actually does break the ice several times because Percy is just standing there staring like a little weirdo [affectionate].).
Fireworks from beginning to end. Love the red and blue ones especially for that bisexual lighting. It was easily the best lighting in the whole show.
"Easy. I just want to show you." Everyone says that the maia scene was the hottest thing Charlie said as Luke but they're sleeping on this. Those are 'gonna take your virginity' words and his tone of voice? Mmm. Yum.
AND it's about his sword? HIS SWORD?! The most phallic weapon of all? Gods help me.
Just an interesting detail but Luke doesn't actually ever point his sword at Percy until Percy attacks him. It really shows that his plan is to convince Percy to leave with him.
"The gods are my enemy. You....." - Luke searching for what Percy is to him. lol I guess it's supposed to be a dramatic pause for dramatic effect but it really just makes it sound like Luke is debating how exactly to define their relationship.
Both of them have watery tear-filled eyes? Excuse me? Cry babies? Yes please. I told all of you so.
Also Luke is comfortable with turning his back on Percy to draw the runes (?) even though Percy drew his sword and is sweating like a sinner in church.
Luke actually proposing that they run away. Together. Just the two of them.
"We"
Percy is literally swaying on his feet. You can see that he's nervous but he also doesn't take so much as a single step backward. He still wants to be close to Luke!
Luke's determination to bring Percy with him. During their fight he does his best to keep Percy between himself and the portal. He even tosses Percy towards it a couple of times. Luke wants Percy to run away with him voluntarily but you can see as the fight goes on longer, he decides kidnapping is an option.
Luke is not leaving without his boy.
The skill difference between Percy and Luke. We see this during training too, where Luke is tossing Percy around and basically playing with him (I mean it's serious training but Luke's skill level is so above that it looks like playing). Luke is not seriously fighting Percy. He's trying to herd Percy into that portal.
Luke praising Percy in the middle of their fight.
Percy cutting Luke.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to -" Because Percy really doesn't want to hurt Luke and he's never like actually hurt someone he cares about.
Luke cutting Percy.
Looming.
The way after Annabeth shows up, Luke's eyes flit down to Percy three separate times. You can visibly see him weighing his options. I think he was debating if he could sling Percy over his shoulder and run into the portal faster than Annabeth could catch them.
"I know Luke wasn't trying to kill me." - WOW what a change from the book. I can't believe they had Percy understand that because in the pit scorpion scene, he did not get it. I'm happy about the change but surprised they made it. (makes me wonder if Percy's the one who's loyalty we're supposed to question instead of Annabeth's as the next seasons come up).
Sorry that was long but like. Wow. We won hardcore.
As for reading more lukercy fic, you'll be pleased to know that it's the lukercy valentine's event this week (02/12-02-15) so there should be ✨ new fics. ✨
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» Part 2 [ PAIRING ] Dio Brando x f!reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] The title is a Hamlet reference. I doubt any of this is historically accurate and I quite frankly do not give a fuck. Not beta read; we post like men. Oh and like don’t binge drink, it’s bad for you [ SYNOPSIS ] You and your toxic bestie, Dio Brando, get drunk and horny at your family’s country house after graduating from your respective colleges. [ WORD COUNT ] 2.8k [ CONTENT ] Canon AU, alcohol, y/n wears men’s clothing (yes, you hate all that fancy, upper-class finery. yes, you’re not like other girls.), voyeurism, dubcon, mutual masturbation, oral sex (m receiving), snowballing, teasing.
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You were draped on the couch, taking up as much space as possible. Your head rested uncomfortably on the ornate armrest. The intricate, oak carvings couldn’t have been more unforgiving as they pressed against you. You found yourself resenting your parents’ taste in gaudy furniture, an aspect of them you never had a strong opinion about before this very moment.
Granted it wasn’t often you found yourself existing under these circumstances. How could your perception remain the same? There you were, drunk on whiskey in your father’s library while he entertained guests on the other side of your modest country house. Your contentious yet closest friend was seated on the other end of the couch, his large hands haphazardly resting on your bare feet. His head was tossed back, eyes shut. A slight scowl adorned his face. You suspected he was fighting off the spins.
“Are you alright?” You asked, nudging him with your foot.
No response. Not even a groan.
“Dio.”
“No.”
“What’s troubling you?”
“Nothing,” he yawned. “I’m not in the mood to talk.”
“Come on.” You nudged him once more with your foot. “Entertain me. It’s the absolute least you could do.”
Silence. You sighed, saddened he refused to humor you. You gazed down at the floor and felt around for the bottle of whiskey the two of you had been nursing all night. The room was dimly lit, the chandelier above you barely casting off any light.
“Fuck,” you whispered as you knocked over the bottle.
It made a muffled thump as it collided with the plush carpet. You sighed again though this time it was tinged with relief. Sitting up, you opened the bottle and took a sip. The sound of your swallowing seemed to rouse the blonde. His eyes fluttered open and turned his gaze towards you.
“How pathetic,” he slurred. “Hand it over.”
A callous response but it still radiated warmth. It was part of your report, that tender snarkiness. For the most part Dio was a perfect gentleman which you felt was a little phony.
“You cannot expect me to do anything vaguely helpful after calling me pathetic.”
“I could have sworn you had a thicker skin,” he said as a slight smile crossed his face.
It would have been cruel to deny him so you handed over the bottle. His fingers brushed up against yours, the pads of them roughened by years of playing rugby. You thought about how they’d feel caressing your cheek. And you thought about how the weight of his palm would feel against your neck. Closing your eyes, you hoped to push the thoughts from your mind.
“My skin couldn’t be thinner,” you said exhaling.
Dio stifled a laugh before taking a sizable swig from the bottle. He wordlessly handed it back to you. You went to take another sip, but hesitated. Your skin was flushed and you felt like the temperature in the room had risen a few degrees.
“Where did all your conviction go? Didn’t you say something about getting so drunk you go blind?”
“I was coming off the high of graduating. I can't be held accountable.”
You rolled up the sleeves of your dress shirt and unfastened the first few buttons, incredibly thankful your parents suggested dinner be a more casual affair. You couldn’t imagine how miserable you’d be if you were cursed to wear a corset and bustle along with a florid gown.
“We should probably go back out there. Let them know we’re alive.”
You groaned. “But all those people...”
“There are seven people here including you, your parents, and me.”
“Do you want to go back out there?”
“Absolutely not,” he scoffed.
“I am torn though,” you murmured before gulping down some whiskey, savoring the woody burn it left on your tongue. “Watching all those people kiss my father’s ass would be hilarious to see but I—I’m… It also sounds terrible… Because… I’d have to talk to… people.”
Dio clapped.
“Bravo. Your articulation is unmatched.”
You kicked him.
“Asshole. Be nice. We’re in my house.”
“Last time I checked you didn’t own it.”
“Last time I checked…” You struggled to put together a retort. “You… Fuck off.”
“I’d rather fuck you.”
His frankness caught you off guard. You nearly choked on your own tongue.
“That’s not very gentlemanly of you,” you muttered, trying to cover up your growing embarrassment.
You always had a crush on Dio, but you buried it deep down inside yourself in hopes that it would dissipate. It wasn’t worth pursuing him. You told yourself a smattering of assumptions to aid it: he’s betrothed to someone else, he’s too popular for a slag like you, he probably snores, he’s not into women. You weren’t sure if any of those things were true, but you tried your damnedest to believe them wholeheartedly.
“I’ve drank too much to be a gentleman.”
Looking him in the face was a struggle. There was no way you could keep up your façade if you had to confront his copper-colored eyes.
“Don’t act like you’re not interested,” he teased.
You wanted to slap the devilish smirk off his face. He was right; you were very interested in having his cock throbbing your cunt. But the library wasn’t conspicuous. Hell, the doors didn’t even lock. Anyone could stumble upon the two of you.
You exhaled and decided to be frank.
“You’d have to be a fool not to notice I suppose.”
He inched closer to your end of the couch. You leaned away from him, hoping that keeping your distance would let you fight off your ardor.
“I’m not going to force myself on you. But you’d be a fool to deny me.”
“Good thing I don’t mind being a fool,” you said, laughing nervously.
“I, Dio, can’t accept that,” he slurred.
“Even if I wanted to… y—you’re too drunk. I’d be taking advantage of you.”
“You’re just as drunk as I am. Don’t be stupid.”
“Are you going to insult your way into my pants?”
“Only if it’s working,” he said before making grabby hands beckoning you to pass him the bottle.
You took a quick sip before handing it over. You watched in horror as he finished off the last of it. Sometimes you worried about his drinking, but your concern always felt hypocritical considering you were his drinking buddy. So many nights spent intoxicated, stumbling down empty streets, illuminated by moonlight.
“Is it working?” He asked expectantly.
“Maybe. I don’t know.”
“There’s no need to be so demure.”
His face was inches from yours. The aroma of whiskey radiated off him, the scent overwhelming your senses.
“You know you want me,” he purred.
“Even so my father’s down the hall. It’s too risky. I don’t even want to think about what my mother would do.”
“As if that doesn’t make it more intriguin—”
“Don’t tell me you want to get caught!” You exclaimed.
You quickly covered your mouth with your hands as if that would've muffled your previous comment. Your skin grew even warmer, the embarrassment becoming unbearable. You wanted to fuck him, to feel his rough hands all over your body. But you knew it would be a disaster if you were caught with Dio of all people. Your family found the blonde charming, but his status as an adopted son was a stain upon his existence. Sure, he had good manners and seamlessly adjusted to living in the lap of luxury, but he was still a low-class lout from the slums of London.
“Oh god no. That’d be awful, but you have to admit it’s sort of appealing. You did say you wanted to be entertained. I can’t think of a better way.”
“Dio…”
“Like I said, I won’t force myself on you. But I don’t plan on giving up so easily.”
“Th—that sounds rather ominous,” you laughed nervously.
He leaned in closer, the heat of his body intermingling with yours.
“You love it,” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. “You need me inside you.”
He glanced down and noticed he was unbuttoning his pants.
“I haven’t even agreed to anything yet!”
“Hm, I find it hard to believe you don’t at least want a peek.”
Damn. It. He was right. You desperately wanted to know what his cock looked like.
“If you’re that nervous I’m certain we can think of something else to do. I already have an idea.”
“And what is that exactly?” You asked.
“Let’s violate ourselves in front of each other.”
You cocked an eyebrow. Now that wasn’t a bad idea at all. You’d even argue it was a good one.
“That does sound thrilling. Though I may need more convincing.”
Dio leaned back against the arm rest. Once again he flashed a smirk only the devil himself could muster. You desperately tried to invoke some semblance of bravado to hide your simmering lack of composure. All bets were off however when he pulled out his cock. It was thick and long with a couple veins snaking around it, and it curved slightly upwards. It was gorgeous.
“Are you impressed?”
“No. I mean, very,” you choked out.
He licked his palm and began to stroke his raging erection. You were frozen in place, your eyes trained on the blonde masturbating in front of you. You were utterly transfixed, intoxicated by the playful gleam in his eyes.
“Are you waiting for a written invitation?” He questioned.
“What? N—no,” you stuttered as you undressed.
You dropped your trousers and undergarments on the floor in a heap. You felt so exposed compared to Dio. If your parents were to walk in he could easily force his cock back into his pants, but you were naked from the waist down which was much harder to disguise. You cursed yourself for chucking the throw pillows across the room when you first decided to hole up in the library.
“Quit pretending to be shy,” he hissed. “Spread your legs.”
He didn’t need to tell you twice. Any discomfort you previously felt melted away. You never realized how much power his words held over you. You repositioned yourself on the couch and spread your legs, letting him get a scenic view of your cunt. You cupped your hand around your mons and let your fingers drift down your clit. Your eyes were fixed on his cock, lust radiating from your gaze.
“You want me. I can tell,” he said, stating the obvious. “You couldn’t hide it if you tried. Pitiful.”
You hated how right he was. Having his cock buried in your cunt sounded spectacular. But you simply couldn’t, at least not tonight.
“I bet you’ve been waiting your whole life for something like this to happen.”
Once again, he was right.
“Don’t think so highly of yourself,” you said as you spread apart your folds.
“I’ll do that once you stop being so obvious.”
“Liar. We both know you’ll always have a needlessly large ego.”
“Needlessly?”
Your legs tensed up, muscles constricting with pleasure.
“Ye—yeah,” you groaned. “You heard me.”
You slipped your fingers inside yourself, coating them with your fluids. Your cunt throbbed as you pulled them out and let them slide along your labia. You were so sensitive, almost certain your climax was on the horizon. You hated being so easy, so quick to come. But there was no way you’d be able to stave off the ecstasy enveloping your existence.
“You’re getting close, aren’t you?” Dio asked as he rubbed the tip of his cock with his thumb.
His cock was like a beacon, glistening with precum. You wanted to wrap your lips around it and let him fuck your mouth to his heart’s content. Your breathing gradually morphed into subdued panting. You were coming undone. Dio’s verbose declarations and moaning didn’t help. You didn’t expect him to be so vocal.
“You look as pathetic as ever,” he said, gripping the length of his cock.
“You don’t look much better.”
“Ha. Sure I don’t.” His tone dripped with sarcasm.
He was holding it together better than you, but still he was slowly breaking down. His strokes grew faster, his hips bucking against his fist ever so slightly. You knew you were a sight to behold, that he was loving every second of this.
You went to speak but you were soon overwhelmed with pleasure. It was as if your body was sinking into the couch as your orgasm overtook you. It started as a tingle in your toes and then proceeded to barrel through your body like a wild animal. You held your free hand over your mouth to temper your moans.
“Uncover your mouth. I want to hear you say my name.”
You wanted to kick him off the couch, but refrained and relented.
Dropping your hand, you cried out his name.
“Again,” he ordered, clenching his jaw.
You repeatedly moaned his name, letting it fall from your lips like a prayer. You only stopped once the tingling and warmth invading your body ceased. You turned your attention back towards him. He looked so satisfied. Him deeming your declarations enjoyable filled you with pride.
“Would you mind if I helped you?”
Dio’s eyes widened though he quickly regained composure. He unfurled his hand from his cock and grinned.
“By all means,” he replied, gesturing towards his cock.
You got closer to him and gripped his cock. You brought your face closer to it and rolled your tongue against the tip. You ran your tongue along the underside, relishing in the low groan it elicited from him. You savored the precum that coated his cock.
“Who’s pathetic now?” You said, flicking the tip with your pointed tongue.
“Stop talking and suck.”
You rolled your eyes and proceeded to service him. You breathed through your nose and gradually took the full length of his cock into your mouth. He placed his hand on the base of your skull and pushed your head down. Tears welled up in your eyes, but you refused to relent.
“Shit,” he hissed through gritted teeth.
You were taken by surprise when he began to fuck your mouth. He latched onto a chunk of your hair, forced his cock in and out of your mouth. Your head vigorously bobbed up and down. You didn’t even gag. The pride you felt was insurmountable. 
“You’re such a good girl,” he moaned.
You lived to be praised by Dio, to have his light shine down upon you. His words enraptured you and left you entangled in his charm.
His body tensed up and his hips rolled against your face. It didn’t take long for your mouth to get filled with the piquant taste of his cum. It flooded your mouth and seeped out from the corners, dribbling down your chin. Once he finished he gently pushed you off of his cock. You held his cum in your mouth and leaned in, cupping his face in your hands. Pressing your lips against his, you forced your tongue into his mouth. You let the cum you held in your mouth flow into his. He let out a grunt that seemed to have an air of unsureness, but he ultimately accepted your gift. Resting his hands on your back he passed his cum back to you. You broke the kiss and swallowed. You wiped your lips with the back of your hand and cleared your throat.
Suddenly everything felt rather awkward.
“That was—”
“I’m sorry!” You blurted out. “I should have asked before I did that. To just spring it on you wasn’t fair.”
“You have no business interrupting me,” he chided. “Like I was saying, that was—”
“Terrible. Horrible. Ghastly even.”
His tone softened. “Hush. It was great.”
He rubbed the back of your head and pulled you, planting a kiss on your forehead.
“You’re much more forgiving than I’d ever be.”
“I believe you earned it.” He ruffled your hair. “We ought to make ourselves decent. Show our faces. Let everyone know we’re still alive.”
“No, come on. Let’s make them think we perished,” you whined.
You were kidding obviously, but you had no desire to face your parents let alone everyone else. Dio merely shook his head and put his cock back in his pants. You stood up and put yourself back together. You stumbled a bit like a fawn taking its first steps. The blonde snickered at your gracelessness and slung his arm around you.
“What do we tell them if they ask what we’ve been up to?” You asked.
He appeared to be deep in thought.
“We should be honest. I don’t think I could bear lying to them all.”
He sounded so genuine. If you didn’t know him well, you’d be apt to believe him. But you knew he was more wolf than sheep. You elbowed him in the ribs.
“You’re the worst. I’m telling them you were puking in a vase and I had to console you.”
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Blessed be the fibro gods that allowed my hands to work today! (My legs though, they do not)
More of the fam! I haven't decided if I wanna make the bad guys a Polycule or just a big group of brothers, tho I'm leaning more towards Polycule (ignore that I wrote that they're K's brothers lol)
Ink loves his "big boy" training that the guys do with him (they're gonna make sure this kid can beat the shit out of someone if needed)
Ive kinda sorted out the first two boys of the group, Rust (Horror) and K (Killer) are just two fluffy "uncles" for Ink that will babysit Against His Parents Wishes sometimes (by that, I mean they'll basically be like "no, you guys need a break or you're gonna collapse, go take a couple days to nap and have fun, we've got the kid")
I think Dust is gonna be more absent than the other two, but not for lack of loving Ink, he just struggles to accept having a little kid around him again, or that he deserves that kind of unwavering love and trust (he raised paps from a babybones, here). He'll come around, for now he sneaks out of his room to drop off presents and scurries off like a rat if he's spotted.
Killer has been stable for a few years before Ink came around, as Dream and Nightmare work together to make a type of medicine for him to take to keep his emotions regulated. (I thought Special K was hilarious personally, and so did Thei when he realised the possibilities)
Horror is just fluffy horror boy, a big ole guy (like, Bara Sans size, he's a hunk o bone) that will keep ink on his shoulders while he cooks. He finds random clothes with blue in them that match nothing else he wears because he knows Ink likes matching with him (the blues are never the same, as this man is so blind it's not even funny but won't wear glasses)
The boys definitely have nostalgia binges watching shows with Ink (they both sob at Bluey secretely, Dust can't even try to watch it though, it's too emotional for him).
Night is a stable boi, as shown a bit in older posts, he and Dream are the same amount of fucked up, but Dreams just doesn't show physically. His magic is so strong that he can't even use it for fear of it getting out of hand, though. NM looks the same as canon but he wears his circlet, wearing the circlets keep him and Dream nice and warless. Helps that they get along fairly well after a very long and very brutal conversation that I'm tempted to write or maybe even draw. My mind is brimming with ideas for animatics and comics and fics and such and I have no time sjnjfnfksg (cmon brain, we work full time and have college full time we have no chance right now,,)
I used one reference here and was lucky enough that the of artist was in the photo, so its in the image!
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waywardxsouls · 1 year
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A Demon God's Delight
(I commissioned this beautiful piece of art from the amazing and talented @lu-twilights-pup who was so kind and helpful during the process! I highly recommend going to them for commissions!)
"*" is where this pic becomes extremely relevant Hehe
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While other people gamed, shopped, or binged shows in their downtime, you had an unusual hobby: Urban exploring.
You hadn’t gotten into trouble by it yet and were now quite practised in what you did. Now, there was a particular abandoned temple just outside of town in the middle of a dense forest that you had been dying to explore for a while, though people generally tried to talk you out of it.
Why? Because it was haunted.
Right.
“You’re a clown on main,” said your friend Luna, staring at you with pursed lips from her perch on the armrest of your favourite couch. “You’re like one of those dumb bitches in horror movies who go straight to the killer or get murdered first.”
“Fuck you,” you snapped in reply, and Luna huffed.
“Seriously, there’s some bad shit going on there,” she wandered over to your backpack, putting a vial of sacred water in it. “Haven’t you heard the rumours?”
You rolled your eyes, “About a bunch of priests vanishing in the middle of the night? Lame.”
“No, dumbass. Of the statues weeping blood and shit,” Luna leaned in; her brown eyes seemed to pierce straight through you.
“You believe that bullshit?”
“My grandpa snuck in once on a dare, and he swore that there were dried blood stains on the statues.” She folded her arms, shivering a little, “and his dad was a detective, so he knows what dry blood looks like.”
“That sounds like bullshit to me.”
Luna flopped onto the couch, “You only moved here recently, Y/N. You don’t understand why this was so fucked up!”
You rolled your eyes; you were never one to believe in superstitions and rumours.
Luna leaned in, looking around to see if anyone was listening, even though it was just the two of you in your apartment, “They only built the temple there after weird shit happened. Before it was a temple, there was… a cult.”
“Oooo, spooky!” you joked, but Luna whacked you none too gently, glaring slightly.
“I know this sounds like a bad movie, but there was a cult here that worshipped a deity. Not Hylia or the Golden Three, not Demise like the regular edgelords, or even Majora...”
That caught your attention, and you leaned in, but Luna seemed nervous to continue, clutching onto a Shiba plushie for support.
“The deity doesn’t have a name we know of; we just know that he’s a war god.” Luna buried her face into the plushie, and you rubbed her back gently, “I was snooping in some of my great-grandpa’s files when I was a stupid teenager, and I read some of the practices they did, and the pictures….”
She stopped, taking a deep breath, and furiously rubbing her eyes, “It was awful. This war god didn’t fuck around, and they said he was more like a demon than anything, and the cult….”
“What did the cult do?” you wanted to know. This brought up a strange inkling in the back of your mind… Didn’t you learn about another deity a while ago?
“They tried to bring him to this world, to worship him. Naturally, the local temple of Hylia didn’t like that, so they busted in to stop the ritual, but the deity’s influence still is around. I guess they turned the place into a temple for Hylia a few decades ago to get rid of the taint? But then the whole vanishing priests thing happened, and no one’s been back since.”
You sat back, humming. That was fascinating, but you didn’t believe any of it. It was probably just the result of rumours, parents trying to keep their kids away from the probably dangerous ruins, and hysteria, but you weren’t about to tell Luna that.
“Alright, fine, I’ll go to some other place.”
“I don’t believe that for a second,” Luna snapped, eyes sharpening. “Look, ignore my warnings all you want, but take this.”
She unhooked the chain around her neck and slipped it around yours, the pendant falling into the folds of your clothing, and she looked at you seriously.
“That pendant was blessed by Hylia’s priests, and it might be the only thing there that will keep you safe.”
You appreciated the gesture, squeezing her arm, “Thanks, but I don’t think I’ll need it.”
“That might be so, but in the dead of night, when demons come running at you, that pendant might be the only thing that keeps you safe.”
You tried not to shudder at her words but nodded, resolving not to take it off despite your head telling you that this was all nonsense.
Luna was right, though…. She always was.
.
Shouldering your backpack, you hopped in neatly through the broken stained-glass window, your combat boots crushing whatever debris on the floor as you landed.
It was spooky and dusty as all fuck; you were glad you wore a scarf because this would have set off your allergies in no time.
The temple was quiet and eerie, and the hair rising on the back of your neck told you someone was watching you.
Shuddering slightly, you wandered down the aisle, trying to imagine what this place must have been like in its heyday as a temple, people coming for blessings, to pray, to think…
Turning on your phone’s torch, you gazed in wonder at the stained-glass windows of the goddess Hylia and the Golden three, marvelling at the artistry and the way the moonlight cast the colours over the floor.
Tearing your gaze away from the stained glass, you stepped over a broken pew and walked past a tipped-over fountain, the water having long dried up, until you reached the steps where the priest or whoever was in charge gave their sermon or teaching.
There wasn’t much here, to be honest, you’d snapped photos as you explored, making sure not to disturb anything when a confession booth caught your eye, and the sound of something dripping caught your attention.
Stilling, you turned to wherever the sound came from, only to see a smiling statue of Hylia with dark liquid running down her cheeks.
Blood?
It couldn’t be, right?
Moving closer, you tried to calm your racing heart and rising paranoia – there was no way those rumours about statues crying blood were true; it made no logical sense at all. It was probably just rusty water tickling down or paint or-
The unmistakable coppery scent of blood hit your nose; you stood face-to-face with the statue and stilled like a deer caught in headlights.
Blood.
Blood
Blood.
Backing away from the statue, your eyes lifted upwards, seeing that more sculptures and even paintings of Hylia were beginning to weep blood.
You casually booked it to the first hiding space you saw: the confession booth.
Shutting the door quietly, you grabbed the vial of sacred water and sprinkled it around you in a circle, drinking the last few drops just in case it would help your situation at all.
You had no clue how to get out of this situation or if you would get out of this situation in one piece.
All you could do was wait until morning came – Luna said she’d send someone to look for you if you weren’t back by sunrise, so all you had to do was wait on this weird chair.
Wait in this actually cursed and haunted temple until morning for a rescue – if you could even hold out that long.
A door creaked open on the opposite side of the confession booth, and someone sat down.
You stilled, staring in horror as a pair of entirely white eyes stared at you through the broken latticework partition without a hint of an iris or pupil.
“Hello, sweet one,” a deep voice purred.
You yelped in terror, lurching back and went straight for the door, but the wood refused to budge.
This really was a horror movie.
“Open up, you stupid door!” you snapped, kicking it, but the wood didn’t budge.
“Now, now, this isn’t the time for panic,” the dark voice soothed, “come sit. I swear nothing will happen to you….”
You refused to show even a hint of having heard it until–
“I won’t remove the lock on the door until you listen.”
You stilled, clutching at the pendant Luna had given you in a pathetic attempt at comforting yourself.
“Now, let’s start over, my sweet.”
“Why won’t you let me go?” you found yourself biting out, voice shaking as you turned to face where the voice was coming from.
“I’m bored, and you’re the first person unlucky enough to come here on this night.”
“I- What do you mean?”
The… man leaned forward, and a ray of moonlight shone through a broken part of the ceiling, illuminating the bottom half of his face.
He was pale and had strange red markings on his face, but more importantly, he had a fanged smile that let you know that whoever or whatever this was, wasn’t human.
Ergo, wasn't friendly.
You needed to get out of here, and if playing nice was the only way out, then by Hylia, you were going to summon up 3 years’ worth of customer service and waitressing experience and get it done.
“This night, of course, the anniversary of when that cult tried to bring me forth… Enough about me; tell me about you.”
A clawed hand clutched yours gently through a hole in the partition, and you jumped slightly, not expecting that. The hand was cool to the touch and looked like a normal human hand… apart from the long black claws at the end of each digit.
You bit back your fear and swallowed.
“I don’t know what to say….”
He softly rubbed your palm, saying, “Let me ask some questions then.”
There was a purr right behind you, and whatever it was that was on the other side of the partition was suddenly right behind you.
HOW THE FUCK?
He gently stroked the hair in your long ponytail, and you could feel him twirling the locks in his hands from the gentle tugs, and you tried not to scream.
“If you answer my questions to my satisfaction, I’ll let you go peacefully.”
That didn’t sound fair at all, and you bit back your fear, hugging your backpack to your chest for comfort.
“H-how do I know what you’ll be satisfied by?”
“Clever lamb,” he chuckled. Some part of you found his deep voice attractive, but that was brushed aside – you had more important things to be dealing with.
“Lamb? I’m not a lamb,” you snapped, fire burning within you at such an insulting name.
The man chuckled, beginning to massage your shoulders, working out the pressure with large, callused hands.
“So, my lamb has some fire, intriguing.” He purred, leaning in his so lips brushed the shell of your ear with each word, and you fought the blush rising in your face. “I call you lamb because that’s what you are to me: a soft, fluffy thing out in the sun….”
He gently bit your ear, making your yelp, his voice dropping an octave and thrumming in power, “Let’s hope our little lamb doesn’t get snatched up by the wrathful dragon.”
He cupped your cheek from behind you, rubbing a thumb into the flesh of your cheek, “Now, let’s play my game.”
You nodded hesitantly, and he purred from behind you.
“Perfect. Now, what’s your name, sweet lamb?”
“…Y/N,” you breathed out, and he hummed behind you, nosing your hair and inhaling deeply.
“A perfect name for my perfect little lamb. What brings you here?”
“I explore…” you explained haltingly, hurriedly tacking on: “I explore urban abandoned areas… for fun and curiosity….”
“Hmmm, did no one tell you the rumours of my little temple?”
“They did,” you whispered, wishing desperately that you were anywhere other than here. “I didn’t believe them….”
“And what did they say about this place?”
He was playing with your fingers absentmindedly, and you couldn’t help but compare the size difference between his compared to yours: His were huge, while yours looked like a child’s hands next to his.
“They say that a cult tried to summon a god here, but we don’t know the god’s name,” you explained, hands gently shaking his off to clutch at the pendant Luna had given you. “They say that Hylia’s servants stopped the cult and built this temple to get rid of whatever was here…. But then priests went missing, and no one’s been back since….”
“A cult indeed tried to summon me here,” he confirmed, tracing his hands to where your pendant was, fingering it gently before travelling up your neck to tilt your chin upwards to look at him.
You instantly felt like nothing compared to him.
He was tall and built like a warrior of old, his silvery hair shining in the moonlight with a pair of devilish horns curling out of his head. He was beautiful, in a way, but in his eyes, you saw countless bloody battles and wars fought and instantly knew who he was…
Your college professor taught a short module on the war god of old who went by the name:
“The Fierce Deity…”
You didn’t realise you’d spoken aloud until his lips twisted into a sharp grin.
“So, you know who I am, little lamb…” he purred, dropping to press a kiss to your forehead.
You flinched, turning to face straight ahead at the broken latticework in front of you. He brought the length of your ponytail up to his face, kissing the ends lightly, and you willed yourself not to react, not to freak out, not to yank your hair out of his grasp, and settled on fiddling with the strap of your backpack.
“I… I took a module in college, and they mentioned you,” you offered, after a moment of silence and the deity looking down at you expectantly.
“Oh,” he looked intrigued, tilting your head up to meet his pupilless gaze head-on. “Do tell me what you’ve learned, my clever little lamb.”
Your eyes flickered, looking anywhere but at him, and he seemed amused by your nervousness, judging by the slight grin on his face, “We learned that you were… are a deity of old hailing from Termina, aiding Hylia’s hero in the battle against Majora… You had various mystery cults, so we don’t know what they did, only that the other cults were quite violent and bloody.”
You racked your brain for any more information, but you couldn’t think, not with an actual god staring down at you like you were the last slice of pizza at a party full of drunk fratboys.
Your professors would be so disappointed in you if they knew how much you’d forgotten.
“I can’t remember the rest….” you admitted after a beat of silence, and the deity hummed, brushing a few errant strands of hair out of your face.
“Then I shall educate you, lamb.” He said, and you didn’t like the sound of that; images of blood spattered across the battlefields came to mind, and you cringed.
“Thank you for the offer, but I must get going. My friends are going to be waiting for me,” you laughed nervously, ducking out of his grip and trying the door again, only to find it shut.
You were stuck here, and you could feel his amused gaze on you, so you sat back down with an internal sigh.
“Good lamb,” he pinched your cheek gently, and you resisted the urge to growl at him. “Now, my cults did try their best to please me, and while I am a dark war god, I do not see the need for pointless death.”
That piqued your interest; you weren’t expecting him to say that. What else had the history books gotten wrong about him?
Noticing your interest, he smirked. “Though I do enjoy sacrifices of blood-thirsty war-mongering fools,” he leant in close to whisper into your ear, “and the sacrifices of their concubines were very much appreciated.”
He nibbled at the shell of your ear before pulling back, smirking wider at your blush, and you focused on your backpack, fiddling with a pin on it.
“I have no need for people worshipping me. War comes and goes; such is the nature of things.” He paused, examining his claws for a moment before continuing, “and the cult based here sought to imprison me in a human form so that I could bring terror down on their enemies. That, I very much did not appreciate.”
You nodded; that sounded understandable.
“When the priests of Hylia set up their temple here, they were going down the same path as the cult, seeking to imprison me in a mask, so I relieved them of their lives.”
The way he spoke about death was so nonchalant and casual that you couldn’t help but shudder, he must be ancient, so conflict and death probably didn’t phase him as it affected you, but it still bothered you.
“Do you blame me, sweet lamb?” he must’ve caught your pensive expression, and you shook your head. Imprisonment in a human form or in a mask sounded genuinely awful and as terrible as it was, you couldn’t help but understand his perspective.
He smiled then, fangs flashing in the moonlight, “Good.”
“This has been nice and all,” you began, standing up, “but I really need to get home, so will you please let me leave? I’ve answered your questions as best as I could….”
The deity hummed, folding his arms as he stared down at you.
“That is true…” a part of you brightened up, “however I am not quite done yet.”
He stepped towards you, and you backed away with each step he took until you were backed against the wooden wall of the confession booth.
“You see, entering this place, especially on this day when I am drawn here the most out of all the year, makes you mine… I’d say you should have listened to your friends, but then I wouldn’t have you, now, would I?”
That was enough.
You ducked his arms and burst out of the confession booth, sprinting down the aisle and jumping over broken pews until you slammed open the door to reveal… the temple?
What?
That wasn’t possible!
And yet, the exact copy of the temple interior you had just stepped out of the door from. Looking back revealed that it was indeed the same temple; it even had your footprints in the dust.
“What the fuck?” you couldn’t help but whisper, but you shook yourself out of it and tried for a window, only to find an invisible barrier preventing you from escaping, preventing you from leaving this nightmare….
The deity began walking down the aisle and you squeaked in fear, dashing to the first place you saw: the confession booth on this side.
It was stupid, but it was the only thing you could do right now.
Slamming the door behind you and pushing the sliding lock into place, you knew it was only a matter of time before you were found.
Swallowing your terror, you leapt through the holes in the partition, stopping only when you heard an almighty CRACK.
The deity had reduced the door to all but splinters, and his fanged smirk and the shadows behind him let you know that he was enjoying this little chase. *
You turned and wrenched open the curtain on the priest's side, bolting to the exit at this end threw open the door.
Mercifully, the outside world was on the other side, and you almost wept with joy.
You took a step forward, only to run into another invisible barrier…. And then it hit you.
He wouldn't let you leave.
“I… I don’t understand….” you whispered, your backpack dropping from your hands as you tried to comprehend what was happening.
A pair of arms wrapped around you, bringing you into an armoured chest, and you whimpered as the deity nibbled at your ear gently.
“It means you’re mine, and I’m never letting go,” he purred before speaking again.
The deity’s deep voice began growling something into your ear, the language old and archaic. You didn’t know what he was saying but couldn’t help becoming boneless at the pleasant sensations that rumbled through your body.
A sharp pain in your neck was followed by gentle bloodstained kisses and licks to the affected area.
Then the dark god latched onto your skin, lapping away at your blood, purring soothingly as your eyes drifted closed.
Some part of you tried to fight whatever power this was, but you couldn’t…
You couldn’t help but…
Fall asleep…
In the war god’s arms…
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A/N: WHEW
This fic is finally done and I couldn't be happier with the way it turned out and the beautiful art
I said I was going to do a demon!FD fic but that turned into this and honestly, I prefer this a lot better
@cloudninetonine @xynnia @times-bisoprolol @505-fierce-deitys-simp-505 (tagging you solely bc of your name lmao) @elixlozgamer (you liked that one other FD fic) @galaxy-sharks-and-bottled-ships
I'll add other tags when I get to my laptop besties
LMK WHAT YOU THINK
Also. If you see me being kidnapped by this man, no tf you didn't 😤
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storiesofsvu · 1 year
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Start of Something New
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Derek Morgan x reader (kinda…it’ll make sense i promise) Warnings: language, mentions of loss of a parent, comfort all the way through otherwise. Covers the "holiday movies" for my bingo and the "neighbors" square of @resanoona 3k bingo!
You were slumped on your couch, doom scrolling through your phone in a feeble attempt to distract yourself when you heard a festive playlist burst to life on the other side of the wall. It wasn’t that the walls were paper thin but your living room shared a wall with Derek’s living room and you could often hear anything over certain volume going either way. It was one of the way the two of you had become friends. You’d exchanged phone numbers pretty early on after moving in, just to make sure if there ever were problems you could shoot off a text instead of having to climb off the sofa and wander down the hall to knock on the door. Then there was one night of TV binging where the same theme song could be heard through the wall at the same time, after hour three your phone buzzed with a text, Derek teasing you about your obsession and you shot back that he was doing the exact same. The next text that came through was him inviting you over for a few episodes and a beer and your friendship was born.
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the sound of the Christmas music flowing through the air, you used to love the holiday, but it was really all a sham that you could finally see through. You figured Derek was setting up for some stupid Christmas date night, which made you grumble, pulling the blanket tighter around your body as you turned up the volume on your phone. About twenty minutes later you heard the tell tale knock on the wall separating your apartments and you let out an audible groan.
“What?!” You called from your spot on the couch and the knock just repeated itself, louder this time.
Letting out a huff you got off the couch, leaving the blanket wrapped around you, phone clutched in hand you scooped up your keys and wandered out of your apartment, locking the door behind you. Derek’s door was unlocked, but you still knocked before letting yourself in.
“Jesus, someone’s feeling festive.” You greeted as your eyes swept through the space. His tree was up the last time you were over but it had still been bare. Today it was covered in glittering lights, sparkling garland and a ton of ornaments, there were Christmas lights illuminating over the balcony doors.
“Figured it might help brighten up the place, make the mood a little better, ya know?”
“Hmm.” You replied, tugging the blanket tighter around your shoulders.
“What’s going on with you?” He asked with a small laugh and you huffed.
“I’m sad and I demand cuddles.” You pouted and he chuckled.
“Okay sweetheart, you’ll get them. I figured we could watch a couple of movies anyways?” He crossed through the space to the open kitchen, “you want some eggnog? Spiked hot chocolate?”
“The second please.” You moved to the couch, dropping down onto it and tucking your blanket in, knowing that Derek would say no to help if you asked. A few moments later he returned with two large mugs of boozy hot chocolate and a plate of pastries, sinking down onto the couch beside you, his free arm naturally coming to lay across the back of the couch.
“So, what’s first? What’s your favourite?”
“Grinch.” You replied with a sigh, sinking into his side, “but I don’t wanna watch it.” Derek could feel the melancholy wafting off you and his head tilted down to look at you instead of the TV.
“Hey…” he nudged at you gently, “what’s eating you? You were all about Christmas last year. You were the one who insisted I needed a tree.”
“I used to watch it with my mom…. It’s my first Christmas without her.”
“Oh fuck…” he muttered, “sweetheart I should’ve realized. I’m so sorry.”
“No, it’s fine.” You muttered, taking a hefty swig of your drink, “just no Grinch.”
“We could start with one of those ridiculously cheesy Hallmark movies? Take a drink every time something cringey or very stereotypical happens?”
“I’d like that.” You cast him a small smile before snuggling back into his shoulder.
Derek picked up the remote and scrolled through a couple of options until you found one that you agreed had to be absolutely terrible and clicked play. His idea to brighten your mood and help you relax into the idea of celebrating the holiday worked even better than both of you had thought, you rolled right into a second ridiculous movie and halfway through it were all laughter and smiles. You pointed out all the stupid things, the over the top tropes and couldn’t help but laugh at the cheesy, terrible writing and how real life was never anything like these.
After the second movie you protested, saying you couldn’t handle anymore of it and Derek suggested swapping to the Home Alone trilogy and you were more than okay with that. He made sure to refill your drinks, and definitely made sure to give you all the cuddles you desired. The credits were rolling on movie number two and he glanced down at you, chuckling at the sight of your eyes fluttering, fully relaxed into him.
“You asleep there princess?” He teased and you scoffed.
“No.” You let out a sigh, pushing up to sitting properly and stretched out your body. Unlike when you’d first arrived, you were full of warmth, a happy smile on your face that Derek couldn’t help but smile at. “I should get going though, your couch is comfortable, but not comfortable enough to sleep on.”
“Alright.” He squeezed at your shoulder, guiding you back through the apartment to the door. He expected just a quick goodnight, surprised at the way you suddenly turned back to him, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug as you let out a small sigh.
“Thank you.” You murmured after a moment, “for all this. Even if it’s not what you intended in the first place.”
“Hey… anytime.” He pressed a light kiss to the top of your head and you let out a happy hum before pulling away, “and I don’t want you to be alone on Christmas. You’re coming over here, okay?”
“Don’t you already have that whole found family thing to be with?”
“So?” He shrugged, “what’s one more member of that?”
“You sure?”
“Absolutely.” He flashed you a wicked grin and you couldn’t help but smile back at him.
“Alright. But only if you promise those butterscotch marshmallow squares.”
“Oh that’s a guarantee baby.” He pulled you to him for another tight hug, “now go get some beauty rest.”
“Night Derek.” You smiled once more before turning and wandering back to your apartment.
True to his word, Derek encouraged you to join in on as many festivities as you wanted, making sure not to push too hard and joining you on the couch for movie nights instead of dealing with so many people on the days you didn’t want to. You got to meet a bunch of his friends, and he got to meet a couple of yours, a Christmas that you thought was going to be miserable and lonely ended up being filled with so much joy and love you never would have noticed what was bothering you.
It was on New Year’s Eve that it finally happened, years of friendship morphing into something more when the clock struck twelve and Derek pulled you to him for a gentle kiss, his hand cupping your cheek. You relaxed instantly into it, smiling when he pulled back to murmur a quiet ‘Happy New Year’ you returned the sentiment, but rather than step away you stepped closer, kissing him once more and truly was the start of something new.
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pairing. astronomy major!kang taehyun x gn!reader genre. fluff, college au warnings. none (?) wc. 1.3k
synopsis. there are two things that taehyun loves most in this world. stargazing, and you. although stargazing with you, might just climb it's way to the top
a/n. HAPPY TAEHYUN DAY !??!! (ignore how late this is) in my solomon era. FIRST WORK OF 2023 WOOHOO (i forced myself to write this) she's not online rn but this is simultaneously for my day 1 @lsrfmxt i miss you sosososo much and i hope you enjoy this when you see it 😔 also mind you i am in no way an astronomy expert all information is from google and bing LMAO
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you've always been fascinated with the stars ever since you were younger.
the only way your parents could get you to calm down from a tantrum was to take you outside and sit you down in front of the sky, letting the stars soothe your worries. most kids your age would prefer dinosaurs, or hello kitty, finding your interest with the planets a bit much for their little heads. it was a bit much for anyone since you could go on about them for hours on end.
"i've seen it a thousand times but it's still just as breathtaking" taehyun said, making you hum in agreement. it took a while to find someone who was as enamored with the sky as you were, and it didn't help that your fascination only grew as you did. the highlight of your day was climbing up to the rooftop at night and watching them twinkle in all their glory, tracing constellations with your fingertips. for most of your life it was just you and the stars, not really having anyone to share your love for them with. but then you found him, in your second year of highschool
you were so similar to each other that it almost scared you. your professor had assigned you as partners for a research project and you bonded instantly. your love of the night sky stemming from childhood, being the only thing that kept little you entertained. the way you both would stay up until the early hours of the morning trying to find every constellation and zodiac you could, even forcing your parents to get a national geographic subscription to watch documentaries about the planets and other galaxies. you were practically the same person down to the T.
"we should get going soon, we have to be up early" you reminded him. it was 3 am on a thursday, meaning the two of you had an early morning of classes to get to "5 more minutes, i haven't seen it yet" his tired eyes still trained above you
it was promised (by earthsky.org) that venus would be most visible today. of course, you both are busy college students so you didn't sacrifice hours of sleep on a website alone. with some research of your own using stolen lab equipment, you and taehyun had figured out that it would in fact, be visible from earth throughout the course of this month. so here you were, sitting on your campus grounds staring at sky
the both of you had planned this morning for weeks. figuring out what day would have the most promise of you seeing the planet without the use of a telescope, how you were going to sneak out of your dorms and what you would do should you get caught, and most importantly what snacks you were bringing. although with no sight of venus for the past hour and a half, the whole thing was proving to be quite a bust.
"i don't think it's going to show, tae" you sighed.
"we'll see it, i promise. just have some patience" he asks, fingers tugging at your sleeve. "i've had patience, for 2 hours now. besides, venus isn't going to disappear, we can come back tomorrow"
"no, we can't" he breathed, almost soft enough that you didn't hear.
taehyun never liked staying up late, despite that being exactly what his major needed him to do. every time you went stargazing with him you were on a time limit. two in the morning was the most he could take before getting sleepy, so you'd usually head back to your dorms by now, but today he was adamant
"something up? you hate staying out late"
he sucked in a breath. squinting his eyes at the sky. why was it being so cruel to him the moment he needed it most "i wanted to impress you. so, if venus doesn't show in all it's bright red glory that would mean all the calculations i did were wrong. also, kai hates sleeping alone so i had to pay beomgyu to stay with him for the night."
he runs a hand through his hair, moving his fringe away from his eyes. it had completely slipped your mind until now, he'd been researching so diligently you'd almost forgotten just how much he hated doing things like this, despite how many nights he'd spent complaining to you.
his fingers still playing with the hem of your sleeve. "you wanted to impress me?" taehyun looked to you with wide eyes "no- i mean, you're the top of our class and always calling me useless so i had to prove myself or something..." you stifled your laugh to save him some face, but you couldn't help the smile tugging at your lips as he shied away from your gaze.
taehyun had always hated star tracking, because like most things within your major — at least right now without the proper equipment — you could never be on point. he craved precision, and that's what kept him ahead until now. you on the other hand loved it for that exact reason, knowing you could never guess 110% was the best part of it, and your professor agreed with you. he loved giving you assignments with no definite answer, seeing how far you were willing to go. it frustrated taehyun, and made his grades drop significantly, while you stayed at the top of your class
he spent hours- no, days doing something he hated just to impress you.
"you don't need to impress me" you chuckled. "it wasn't to impress you, i needed some practice in that field anyway.." he mumbled. "is that so?" "can we just keep looking for venus please" he cleared his throat, allowing his gaze to shift back to the sky. you chuckle, allowing yourself to do the same.
you sat in a comfortable silence for a little bit. lying under the stars. the sun would rise soon, and then you'd have to get ready for another day of endless work, there was a possibility beomgyu would tease the two of you for having 'alone time' together like he always did. but you weren't going to think about that for now, taking in the morning breeze against your skin, and basking in the feeling of taehyun's hand tightly wrapped in yours
"why work so hard, taehyun?"
his face scrunched in confusion. "what do you mean?" "it seems a bit useless, no? giving it your all when you'll never be able to see how far your research will go" he makes an 'o' shape with his mouth. you've talked about this before, whether it was all worth it or not in the end. he obviously had to work hard, he needed to get good grades, get his degree, and eventually get a good-paying job, that was the end goal, no matter what job you had
but that wasn't the answer you were looking for, it wasn't the answer he wanted to give you in any case.
"I work hard for you" he starts
"I work hard so that one day you can say "my husband is an astronomer""
he didn't dare to look at you just yet, afraid your silence was a rejection. he took a leap of faith, hoping that everything wasn't just in his head, and all the lingering gazes and touches did mean something.
"astronomy does seem like quite useless as a profession. but that's what makes it fun, isn't it? knowing there's so much out there that you couldn't possibly see it through to the end within your lifetime. it's intriguing. and besides, i can't be second best forever. i'll have to surpass you someday"
he catches the grin spreading across your face in the corner of his eye. breathing a shaky exhale in relief
"are you saying you want to marry me?" he feigned annoyance "out of everything i just said that's all you caught?" you didn't reply, looking at him expectantly. he shrugs in response "maybe"
"okay, deal. if we spot venus in the next 10 minutes, you have to take me on a date"
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