#Anyway. Im over it now. For now. Until the next time it happens again lol :|

[malhare]

Gotta love how every once in a while, a massive overwhelming wave of Catholic guilt and terror overtakes me then like three days later Im like "it's not that deep actually"

#Being raised Catholic is having to CONSTANTLY remind yourself that thought crime doesn't exist #I know it might seem stupid to non-Catholics but we are explicitly taught that your thoughts are a sin #You can go to Hell for your thoughts alone and have to repent/confess every bad thought you've ever had #And Im talking like INNOCENT stuff. If you dare think of a tiddy you better repent that shit or you're going to Hell #It used to fill me with genuine visceral terror because I was CERTAIN I was slated for Hell for my thoughts alone #That I could do good and be good my whole life and I'd still be destined for Hell because of my thoughts #Anyway. Im over it now. For now. Until the next time it happens again lol :| #malhare.txt

[haespoir]

everytime: jjh, mkl.

⨯ pairing: situationship!jaehyun, situationship!mark, reader

⨯ word count: 2.4k

⨯ summary: going back to jaehyun felt natural. a single call from him had you running back. but with enough encouragement, your friends are able to convince you to pursue other people. god, you hated dating in 2023. what the fuck was a situationship anyways?

⨯ warnings: jaehyun loses lol, mentions of drugs (weed) and alcohol, some suggestive content but that’s about it, gn!reader but i used good girl once bc i felt legally obligated im sorry. 

⨯ playlist: breathin, ariana grande / everytime, ariana grande / feather, sabrina carpenter 

⨯ extra content: texts between reader n mark, jaehyun pov, mark pov 

⨯ a/n: i’m going to blame it on the copious amounts of caffeine in my system, so if you see any errors, please ignore it! i definitely have more in mind for this pair, so the chance of this becoming a mini series is possible. i just have adhd and i’m jobless atm so my attention is going everywhere 

. . .

Somehow you’ve found yourself once again wrapped in Jaehyun’s embrace; the warmth of his body making you overheat under his blanket. It’s like he’s everywhere. You couldn’t escape his scent even if you wanted to. And it’s not like you wanted to anyways. It had been at least 3 months of whatever you and Jaehyun had going on. Was it friends with benefits? Were you guys exclusive? This was a question that neither of you could answer. 

Though if you were cornered into answering it, you knew the answer would be one that only broke your heart. You were his; there wasn’t anyone that you wanted more than Jaehyun. But he was not yours. You knew that he flirted openly with the girls on campus. You had been blown off by him numerous times so he could spend his time with other girls all the time. As long as you were able to hold Jaehyun at night, in your little corner of the universe, you thought it would be okay. 

However, that was not the case when his ex-girlfriend came back into the picture. It felt impossible to even get a grip on the male. Even if you knew you had spent the night with him, she would have him again by the time he woke up. 

As quickly and quietly as you can, you untangle yourself from his sleeping form, ignoring the way he groans and tries to pull you back into his bed. Your resolve would crumble if he was able to get you back into that bed, and you knew this to be a fact. Once your clothes are back on, you feel the shame settle in your bones. How many times was this going to happen? Did you have any self-respect? 

Too many times, by the way. It happened way too many times. The same damn thing. He wouldn’t contact you all day, not until he had the tiniest amount of weed in his system. And then your phone was blowing up. 

“Where you are?” 

“I need you.” 

“I’d give it all just to kiss you right now.” 

“Sorry, it won’t happen again. I’ll treat you better.” 

“This time I won’t break your heart. I swear.” 

How many excuses were you going to let slide by? Each time he did the same thing. It did happen again; he didn’t treat you better. He definitely broke your heart, each and every time. But this time it’s different, not because of Jaehyun though. You’re usually able to escape the apartment before any of his roommates wake up, not this time. This time Mark Lee is seated at the island, a donut and two coffees spread out in front of him. He gives you a shy smile, gesturing to the breakfast. “I got you a donut and coffee when I was out this morning.” 

The gesture has your eyes glossy almost instantly, tears threatening to spill over. Jiwon would snort at your behavior. The bar was really in hell, wasn’t it? “Thanks. You didn’t have to,” you say quietly, standing next to his sitting figure. 

“I wanted to.” And you can tell he’s being honest. It was no secret that Mark harbored a crush on you; and while you adored the male, you were so stupidly into Jaehyun that you didn’t have it in you to entertain Mark’s advances. You could break your own heart, but you sure as hell weren’t breaking his.

“You don’t have to stay; I know you usually don’t.” His words make you feel even more pathetic, even if you know he doesn’t mean any harm. You thought you were sneaky after leaving the next morning, but Mark knew. He always seemed to know. 

So when you get home and Mark’s name lights up on your screen, you swear you won’t fall into Jaehyun’s trap again. 

mark [8:30am]: home safe? 

you [8:33am]: yea

you [8:33am]: thanks 

mark [8:33am]: any time 

“It’s like Dua Lipa said,” Jiwon says one night, “If you’re under him, you’re not getting over him.” Her words are met with a pillow to the face and a roll of your eyes, but you know she’s right. It had been 2 weeks, almost half a month, since the last time you had slept with Jaehyun. But practice makes perfect, and when you’re drunk, you have no business practicing anything. 

So when you wake up in Jaehyun’s bed, it feels horrible. Even more so when Mark isn’t there with coffee and a sweet treat to make you feel better about your bad decision. And what a bad decision it was. 

Because suddenly you’re stuck in the same trap again. Jaehyun’s got you in his sticky grasp, yet he’s always slipping through your fingers when you think you have him. It was unfair. Everyone around you told you this. 

“He doesn’t care. Just drop him.” 

But you cared. 

“You deserve better.” 

You didn’t want better; you wanted Jaehyun.

“Stop doing this to yourself.” 

You couldn’t stop. 

“I love you, but this has gone on way too long. I’m coming over, and we’re going out.” 

Now this was something you could do. What was meant to be a girl’s night out, quickly turned into you nearly begging your friends to let Jaehyun to go. But fate seemed to be on the side of your girl’s tonight, Jaehyun’s voice blaring from the speakers on your phone as he tells you he can’t make it.  

“Are you seriously not coming, Jae?” He can hear the irritation in your voice, and while he wishes he could say something that would soothe the flame that lights in your heart, he can’t. The sigh he lets out is all you need to hear before you’re spitting out quick profanities and ending the call. 

Your friends are met with a blank stare; you were always so different when Jaehyun wasn’t there. It was like the male held your happiness in his hands, and they absolutely hated it. So many times they had sat you down and begged for you to end things with the male. You were on the back burner ever since his ex walked back into the picture, but when he called you high, you were crawling right back. 

“You can’t keep going back to him,” Jiwon states, the only friend there brave enough to break the silence. “It’s getting ridiculous at this point. It’s the third time he’s flaked to hang out with her.” 

It hurts so bad to know that it’s true. You had given the male multiple chances to hang out with you and your friends this week. And each time he let you down. With a small sigh, you slouch into the arms of your friends. If you couldn’t be in Jaehyun’s arms, this was the next best place to be. 

“Here’s what we’re going to do,” Jiwon says, passing you a red solo cup that you assume is filled with some sort of concoction of soju and juice. “We’re going to pregame, and then when we get to the party, you’re finally giving Mark a chance.” The pointed look she gives you is one you know you can’t argue with. Even if there’s nothing more you’d rather do than lay in bed and wallow in your self-pity, you know your friends want the best for you. And so you do exactly as Jiwon says. 

The second you arrive at the party, Mark’s arm is around your waist. It’s impossible to fight the permanent blush that dances across your cheeks at the way he treats you. He’s so sweet, so incredibly sweet that you feel the cavities forming after you’ve pressed multiple short kisses on his lips. 

You’ve almost nearly forgotten your relationship with Jaehyun if you could even call it that. It’s not until you hear his laugh, his ex’s laugh echoing just as loud in your mind. Of course, he was here. It was Johnny’s party. He had to be here. He just couldn’t be here with you. It washes the sweetness of Mark out of your mouth, and suddenly you feel yourself on the brink of tears. 

As if he can feel the tsunami of emotions you’re feeling, Mark presses another sweet kiss on the corner of your lips. “Breathe.” When you look up at him with glossy eyes, he gently squeezes your hip. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.” And for some reason, you trust everything he says. Which is why Jaehyun’s forced to watch as you slip out of the house, one of his best friend’s arms wrapped tightly around your waist. 

And that’s how you find yourself propped up on the hood of Mark’s car in an empty parking lot, a large fry shared between the two of you. You had also gotten a large soda, but Mark had forfeited the drink to you quickly, happy to see you sobering up. 

“I’m sorry, by the way,” you say, breaking the comfortable silence. 

“What for?” 

“For a lot,” you start, thinking about all the times you pretended to not notice the way Mark hovered around you, his eyes seemingly always on you. “But mainly for crying. Ruined the vibe, no?” 

Mark laughs at your words, and it squeezes your heart. You had always loved his laugh; it was just so… Mark. You think to yourself that there was nothing you wouldn’t do to hear his laugh. “Don’t apologize. You know I’m always in your court.” There’s a boyish smile on his lips as he speaks, unable to look you in the eye.

You swear your heart is melting. He had always been like this. Firm in his attraction, but always too shy to make a move. So you make the move for him. After a series of brief kisses, the two of you settle down, and time seems to fly with Mark. You guys watch the sunrise from the hood of his car, a spare blanket from his trunk wrapped tightly around the two of you. You had talked for hours, about anything and everything. It felt so natural being with him, nothing like Jaehyun. When he drops you off at home, you’re pressing a soft kiss to his lips. One that leaves him chasing your lips for a second. And a third. He returns home with a promise that you’ll give him a chance, him and only him. 

So you can’t blame him when he sends Jaehyun a cheeky text, the lyrics of the song you sang at the top of your lungs on the way home fresh on his mind. 

mark [8:20am]: i’m so sorry for your loss bro

Jaehyun doesn’t understand the text for a while. When he doesn’t hear from you for the next two weeks, he thinks it’s just like before. You just need your space, and then you’ll come crawling back. Just like you always do. You understood Jaehyun better than anyone; you never left him for long. He loved that about you. 

It’s Tuesday when he finally hears you again. Quickly, he rushes out of his room only to freeze in shock when he sees you under Mark’s arm on the couch. There was no fucking way you had left him for Mark Lee. You were his; you always had been. Mark fucking Lee had no right to have his arm slung over you like that. Not on the same couch where he had spent hours kissing you. “What is this?” he asks, doing his best to not explode on the spot. 

“Huh,” you ask, turning to look at him, “that’s our leftovers. You can have some.” You act like he’s talking about the white boxes the two of you had left on the counter. You know that’s not what he means though. But Mark had taken you out on a date this morning, something Jaehyun had never done. The two of you usually went back to your place to avoid running into Jaehyun, but Jiwon had claimed ownership of the apartment for just one day. Something along the lines of the sight of you and Mark making her lovesick. You had rolled your eyes at her dramatics but granted her wish nonetheless. 

“Good girl,” Mark whispers against your neck, pressing small kisses along the area. It was a message of encouragement only for your ears, and it was one that had heat spreading across your face. If there was one thing Mark asked of you when you first started talking, it was honesty. So you were honest. You had spent hours in his arms crying about how you loved Jaehyun, and how you felt so guilty towards him. And Mark did his best to comfort you. He always reminded you that he was there; he would teach you how to love him as you loved Jaehyun. Even better, he made sure you loved yourself. 

You had no idea how it made Mark feel, seeing you blatantly disregard your past fling as if he meant nothing to you. While he felt bad for Jaehyun, he meant it when he said he felt sorry for Jaehyun’s loss. Being with you was everything that he imagined and more. His heart was full, and he wasn’t going to let Jaehyun rain on his parade. 

“Yea, there’s a burger and some fries,” he says offhandedly, sliding off the couch and pulling you with him toward his room. “Enjoy.” 

Once the two of you are behind his doors, you burst into a fit of giggles. Whatever confidence Mark had seemed to seep into you as you pulled him into your arms and onto his bed. “You know, he’s probably livid,” you say, carding your fingers through his hair. 

“He has no right to be,” Mark scoffs, thinking about the numerous times he had seen you heartbroken over Jaehyun, “we’ll just call it his karma.” 

“I feel bad though.” 

He nips at the skin on your jaw, the grip he has on your waist tightening. “You’re seriously thinking about another man in my bed? Am I not good enough?” He shifts so that you’re under him, his arms caging you in. 

The pout on your lips is absolutely adorable, and Mark swears it takes every fiber of his being to not devour you on the spot. “You know that’s not what I mean.” 

“I’ll help you forget about him.” His body is on top of yours, his mouth busy on your neck once again. 

“Promise?” your voice almost gives out on you when he begins to nip and lick at the tender skin. 

“Promise, babe.” 

#guys im losing my mind if i wasnt hyped on caffeine this would be longer #but i am already thinking about fwb jaemin LOL #im also scared of writing big pieces so like... babysteps #mark #jaehyun #nct fic #mark fic #jaehyun fic #mark fluff #mark angst #jaehyun angst #nct scenario #nct scenarios #nct 127 fic #nct dream fic #wtf do i tag idk

[haesunflower]

zb1 as your classmates

genre: fluff, comedy

pairing: reader (gn) x all members of zerobaseone

about/tags: what i think zb1 would be like as a classmate

friendship vibes for most, some have romance, members that are classmates with each other are specified (regardless of age), inspired by a tweet i saw here, bullet points plot, lowercase intentional

⠀⠀ kim jiwoong ⠀⠀

everyone has a crush on jiwoong

even kids from other schools have a crush on jiwoong

but he's literally known to be unattainable

he always says that he likes someone else

you guys are so lowkey that no one knows that you two are in a relationship until the end of the school year

literally, the last subject of the last day

the teacher asked him to distribute the final graded tests to everyone in the class

the only reason people find out is bc as he's handing yours to you he accidentally says "congrats on the 99 babe"

you hear everyone in the room go "baBE????"

⠀⠀ zhang hao ⠀⠀

despite his quiet nature, hao is loved by a lot of people (teachers included!)

people trust him and they don't think he's capable of spilling any secrets

your friendship starts when he overhears you gossiping about some dumb relationship drama in the library

and hao interrupts you with a "no no no, THIS is what happened"

from then on you'd spend free period talking shit about people and gossiping about the drama that's currently circulating among the teacher crowd

he texts you sometimes with a "lol i just found something out, i'll tell you at school tom"

and you're always begging him to tell you now

but he insists that he doesn't want a digital footprint of it

you respond by sending him the dancing videos he has all over the internet

"digital footprint my ass, hao"

⠀⠀ sung hanbin ⠀⠀

he wakes you up every time you fall asleep during class

he tries to do it discreetly but because he sits in front and you directly behind him, it's quite obvious what he's trying to do

ends up drawing attention to you anyways

5 out of 10 times the teacher gets mad

hanbin always makes an "oops im so sorry" face

he lends you his notes for the classes you do sleep through tho

starts bringing you coffees from his cafe

from then on you are so so so productive

hanbin jokes that your grades are thanks to him

you agree

⠀⠀ seok matthew ⠀⠀

never brings his own things to school ever

sometimes he shows up with just a water bottle

and you're like?? where are your books? your pen?

every time he needs a pencil or eraser he turns around and asks if he could borrow yours

you have gotten so used to it that you end up preparing two of everything anyways

so whenever the teacher says "pop quiz bring out a sheet of paper", you're already passing him one before he even asks

you always get a ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ) from him which is "thank you" in matthew language

⠀⠀ kim taerae ⠀⠀

taerae is always humming in class

or like tapping his pencil against his desk

sometimes both

and it drives you insane

but every time you turn to your left to tell him to stfu

he kinda just smiles at you like ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

so you face front once again and mind your own business

taerae's humming ends up becoming your white noise

sometimes while studying at home, you find yourself missing it

⠀⠀ ricky ⠀⠀

he sits behind you so when he stretches his legs he sometimes accidentally kicks your chair or the things you have on the floor

you always turn around expecting him to ask you a question or smthn

but he just stares back at you in confusion??

one day you were brushing your hair during lunch break and you accidentally left your brush on his table instead of yours

you found him using it the next period before gently placing it back on your desk

he also says stuff like "you look dead today" and hands you a slightly tinted strawberry chapstick

matthew teases the both of you about your "indirect kiss" (chapstick sharing)

ricky tells him to grow up

but he's blushing lol

⠀⠀ kim gyuvin ⠀⠀

the both of you are literally always snickering

gunwook tells you guys to shut up at least 10 times a day

whenever he does that you both end up mocking his "be quiet" face

he drops things often too (calculators, books, his laptop - you name it!) and it makes a loud sound that resonates throughout the room

he also brings way too many snacks, his backpack is like 80% food and 20% school

he passes you notes when he's bored and it's usually dumb prompts like

"if you could turn all the people in this classroom into an animal, what would each person be and why?"

when you don't wanna respond he bribes you with a snack

you laugh at least once a day thanks to gyuvin

⠀⠀ park gunwook ⠀⠀

he's the class president and it's so annoying because he sits right next to you

you literally feel like you're being watched by a hawk 24/7

one time you forgot to do the homework and since there were only 2 minutes left til the bell rings, you think you're in the clear

but you see gunwook about to raise his hand and YOU JUST KNOW he's going to bring it up to the teacher

in an act of desperation you reach for his hand and hold it down chanting "gunwook no pls no pls no pls no pls" in your head

his mind short circuits and he doesn't know why you're holding his hand, but he just stares at it

that effectively distracts him until the bell rang

when class is over you remove your hands from his and go about your day

he's stuck thinking "so, what are we?" in his head

⠀⠀ han yujin ⠀⠀

most peaceful deskmate ever

when he comes back from family trips he always has a souvenir for you

you help each other with homework often too

in fact you're partners with him in just about every project

invites you over to his house to work on said projects together

his mom makes snacks for you guys

one day gyuvin tags along and is like how come there's so much food??? there's never any food when i'm here???

yujin's mom likes you the most, therefore feeds you the most

A/N: i didn't go to a high school with boys so i really don't know what it's like lol

૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

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[icey--stars]

Stories To Be Told: PART 25

Series Index

A shadowsinger, a warrior, an Illyrian, that's what she was. Trained by one of the most formidable female warriors. Escaped the Illyrian camps and her clipping when she was barely sixteen and is now the holder of 6 siphons. What happens when she tries to sneak into the City of Starlight? And starts down a whole new road of chaos?

a/n: am i the biggest tease of all time? yes. apologies for making y/n less of a ‘reader’ character and more into an oc. just kinda goin with it now, cus im writing the story lol

WARNING: alcohol use (y/n is drunk off her ass), sexual themes (more mentions than anything else, and suggestive as hell)

↢ 『 ☾ 』 ↣

Then I kissed him.

Just like before, Azriel’s lips against mine felt like lightning. They were soft and pliant against mine. Azriel pressed back without hesitation, but I could tell he was a bit apprehensive. Why? I didn’t know, but my mate wasn’t rejecting me, so…

He pushed me up and gently away, scanning my face rapidly. “Angel, what do you think you’re doing?”

I smirked. “Kissing the most amazing person in this world~”

He scoffed. “You’re so drunk. Are you even going to remember this?”

“Maybe, maybe not,” I chuckled. “Now let me go you idiot,” I ordered, pulling his arm off my collarbone where it’d settled to keep me away and then I pushed forward to kiss him again.

I groaned, delighted when he reciprocated, licking my bottom lip. He did it again, and then leaned forward more to gently nip at my lip, causing a wild gasp to escape me. Immediately, he surged forward and crushed his lips to mine, tongue diving inside to rub against mine, and explore my mouth.

He groaned and then yanked himself away. “No,” he growled. “You’re drunk. I’m not doing anything with you drunk.”

“I want to though,” I whined, trying to capture his lips again. It’d felt so good to have his tongue against mine-

“Baby…” he purred, and moved to brace my head against his chest instead of being eye level with me. “We talk about this in the morning, but I don’t feel as if you’re in a state where you can consent to anything.”

I whined. I just wanted to kiss him, and maybe do a little more… Did he not want me? Was that it? My mate didn’t want me?

“Do you- do you not want me?” I stuttered.

He let out a sigh. “Baby, of course I want you. I want everything about you. You’re so fucking beautiful that I wish you weren’t drunk right now. But you are, and under a spell from that bastard I should’ve protected you from-”

“He’s an ass,” I giggled.

Az scoffed, the air from it stirring up the hair on my head. “I promise we can talk about this in the morning, alright?”

I sighed, nodding. A moment of silence went by.

“My head hurts,” I whined, feeling the killer headache coming on already, in addition to stomach pains. “And my tummy.”

“Do you need to throw up?” He asked, scratching at my head again in a comforting manner.

I shook my head, instead snuggling closer. “I’m okay.”

“I’m going to get you another glass of water just in case,” he hummed. “I’ll be right back.”

Then my warm pillow disappeared. I whined, reaching out for him as he got up to grab a refilled glass on my bedside table. The House, apparently, was also worried. I groaned, sitting up, head swimming as I gulped down that next water until Azriel, satisfied, set it back on the table.

He settled right back into his previous position, pulling me close and then, ever so gently, kissed the crown of my head. I hummed happily, snuggling closer. A dark, extra blanket settled over top of me, and from the feeling of it against my wings–it was Azriel’s wing. He laid it over top of us, curling it around the back of mine to provide maximum warmth.

“Sleep,” he ordered.

“I still don’t want to,” I complained, but settled into the gentle embrace anyway.

“Y/N,” He yawned. “Sleep baby. I’ve got you.”

I yawned, the thing completely involuntary. Yawns were contagious in the worst of ways. “Whyyyyyy~” I whined.

“I swear,” Azriel chuckled. “You are the worst kind of drunk. Sleep.”

“No you,” I laughed, grinning wide. “I bet you’re an affectionate drunk aren’t you?”

“That’s Cassian,” Azriel pointed out.

“Then how do you act?” I asked cheekily.

“According to Rhys, I get very… impulsive.”

“Mmmm,” I hummed, smiling. “I wanna see you impulsive now.”

“Maybe one day, now sleep,” He insisted.

“I don’t wannaaaaa,” I whined.

“Why don’t you want to?” He asked.

“Because going to sleep means seeing him again,” I responded.

Azriel’s hand stopped scratching my head, so I leaned into it more, making him start back up again. “Baby…” he hummed sadly. “He can’t get you, I promise. I’ve got you right here in my arms. Right under my wing and up to my chest. If you have a nightmare, I’ll still be here.”

“I still don’t want to,” I stated, pouting petulantly into his clothed chest.

“Sleep,” he urged. “I’ve got you. You’re safe. Completely safe in my arms.”

A sudden spark of emotion startled me, causing tears to come to my eyes. “I’ve never been safe,” I whispered. It was true, though. Except for those bare moments I’ve had with Azriel, nothing had ever felt completely safe.

“You are now,” he assured. “Whenever you’re with me, you are safe. Completely safe. I will protect you. I will love you, I promise. Sleep baby, I’ve got you all in my arms now. All bundled up and safe under my wing.”

I yawned, wiping my eyes on his shirt before settling again. “Okay,” I whispered.

There was a strong rush of emotion coming from the bond then, just a spark of a wild concoction of emotions. Sadness, mourning, regret, anger. Then it morphed into comfort. A surge of comfort that sent me humming contently and nestling just a bit closer to Azriel before letting my body relax at last. He continued whispering little things. Little phrases like “You’re safe baby” or “I’ve got you” that kept me feeling warm, secure and comforted in his arms. Sleep found me quickly.

-----

That morning, I felt like dying. I might as well be dying to be completely honest. My head was pounding with each beat of my heart, and I felt exhausted, in addition to some nausea. As I groaned my way into the waking world, I quickly decided that I was never getting drunk again. Hell to the fuck no.

I blinked open my eyes, startled to find the texture of a wing above me, blocking out the light, but my own wings were behind me-

Azriel was beside me. I settled a bit, feeling his arms around me and sighing in content.

Az shifted behind me, wiggling a bit and pulling harder at me so I was closer. I awed at the fact he was unconsciously pulling me closer to cuddle. It was adorable. 

“Love…” I hummed. My throat felt dry, I noticed with a bit of discontent.

Azriel moved again, yawning as he stretched out a bit. His wing retreated from his position across me, folding against his back to reveal the morning sunlight coming through the window. “Good morning angel,” he hummed, voice rough from disuse. “Feel alright?”

“My head hurts,” I admitted. “What happened?”

“Rita’s ended up being a bit more than we bargained for,” he explained. He told me the story, and I winced at the parts I could recall. Most of it, I couldn’t. I did recall kissing Azriel (which I noticed he didn’t mention), and some asshole named Aaron, but that was about it.

“Do you feel… suggestive?” Azriel asked carefully. “Aaron had an ability…”

I yawned, shaking my head. “Not really. I think I’m alright besides this killer hangover.”

He nodded, sitting up more. There was a subtle thunk on the bedside table and Azriel scoffed, reaching over. I sat up, seeing the glass of water. “House,” I said aloud. “Stop being concerned, I’m fine.”

There was a clunk of another glass of water in reply. I scoffed, smiling. “Fine, be concerned then.”

Azriel handed me one of the waters, watching me drink it until it was empty, before setting it down. It disappeared after a few moments. I laid back on my pillows again with a groan, wincing as I accidentally crushed one of my own wings.

“Do you remember anything else about last night?” He asked carefully, laying down beside me as I resettled with my wings laying more comfortably. I leaned into him with a happy hum.

“I do,” I chuckled, smirking. “I believe that I kissed you.”

He hummed, a small smile appearing on his face. “And do you regret it?”

I scoffed. “Did you just ask if I regret kissing the most amazing person in this whole world?”

“Yes?” He replied in a questioning tone.

I rolled my eyes and rolled over more, planting a quick peck on his lips so fast that he couldn’t even react before I pulled away and laid back down. “No,” I answered, cheekily grinning at his shocked expression. “However,” I began.

He jerked his head to look at me with renewed attention.

I lifted a brow. “Nothing bad,” I assured. “I uhm, just have very little experience when it comes to anything past kissing. Figured you should know that.”

His brows perked upwards for a moment before he smiled gently. “Don’t worry angel. I’ll be gentle.”

My face lit up like a bonfire immediately.

“Does that mean you’d like to accept the bond completely?” Azriel asked, reaching over to scratch at my scalp. “If you’d rather wait, I understand.”

I hummed, leaning into his hand before replying. “I think I’d like to wait for just a little, but yes, Azriel. I trust you.”

He smirked, leaning over to kiss me, only getting as far as dipping his tongue in my mouth before pulling away, leaving me completely breathless. “Do you pleasure yourself?”

I shot him a shocked look. The kiss and then that question? Holy fuck. I might just explode. “I’m-” I hesitated. Then I sighed. “I’m not really good at it.”

A corner of Azriel’s mouth tipped upwards. “Alright angel,” he hummed. “I’ll teach you then.”

I tried not to betray a reaction, but fuck, if that wasn’t the hottest thing I’d heard. Or read. The book characters could only be so good.

“I know how it works,” I burst out, feeling anxious. “I uh- I read some things.”

His smirk widened. “Oh baby, what kind of things?”

“You know exactly what things,” I growled, poking him in his stomach, grinning in victory as his torso contorted as he jerked from the forceful poke. “Don’t act like you don’t know spymaster.”

“Hmm,” he hummed. “Tell me what things you find interesting in these things.”

“Are you trying to make me share my kinks with you?” I deadpanned.

He scoffed, chuckling a bit in amusement. “Perhaps I just want to make sure your first experience is as good as possible. Impress you, you know? Now, tell me.”

I groaned, flopping my head onto his shoulder while blushing bright red. “Noooo,” I whined. “Never.” I poked him again, grinning as he let out a small burst of laughter from it. It seems I might’ve found one of my mate’s ticklish spots. I immediately wiggled my fingers over the spot on his stomach, reveling in his answering wheezing. He moved his hand to grab my wrist tightly.

“Stop,” he gasped for air. “I’m not ready for tickling this early.”

“Die then,” I growled, and leaped up on top of him, freeing my hands and straddling his thighs so that I could lean down, raise his shirt up and blow on his tummy.

He gasped and immediately was cackling as I continued my tickle attack. I moved a hand up under the side of his shirt, finding another ticklish spot right below his armpit on his torso. Desperately, he grasped at both my wrists again, panting heavily. “Baby stop,” he whined as I blew on his stomach again. “I can’t breathe-”

I grinned, sitting up finally. “Too much for my big bad mate?”

“You’ll pay for that,” he growled, sitting up more to reach around my back and hold me to his torso. “Now stop avoiding the question.”

“What question?” I asked innocently, still grinning.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you when I have you under me,” He ordered, his breath blowing into my ear sensually. “Tell me everything you want to try in those filthy books you read.”

“Or what?” I challenged.

“Or I might very well trail my hands up and make you,” He threatened, hands moving an inch up my torso, toward the base of my wings. My breathing hitched at the thought of him running his hands down the membrane.

“Tell me sweet girl,” he whispered.

I gave in so fucking fast. I couldn’t help it. I told him about a few scenes of characters in books, mentioning specific things that I might enjoy. He didn’t reply, just rubbed absentmindedly on my lower back. When he tipped his hands up under my shirt, I stuttered so bad that he just laughed. I gave him the glare of the century.

“Oh baby, do you not like it?” He teased me. “I can always stop…” he began removing his hands.

“No!” I cried out suddenly, gripping him harder and squeezing my thighs together around his. “Don’t stop,” I amended quickly, embarrassed by my reaction.

Azriel smirked and leaned his head into the nook between my shoulder and neck. “Tell me more,” he ordered, his hands going higher.

“Where was I?” I asked, trying to focus.

“I believe the man was just about to start eating her out,” Azriel said, breath brushing against my neck.

I blushed. Fuck, it sounded like a promise in Azriel’s voice. “Yeah-” I continued the story, trying to not get distracted- but just as I mentioned the man biting the woman’s neck, in a way that made her scream, Azriel licked up the side of my neck.

I choked on my next breath, unable to continue breathing.

“Keep going,” Azriel whispered against my skin, planting a gentle kiss on the side of my neck. “Did he fuck her yet?”

“No,” I croaked out, laying more limply against Azriel’s shoulder, trying to look around the room to distract myself from the gentle kisses Azriel continued to plant on my neck. “He kept edging her until she couldn’t see straight. Then he fucked her.”

“Mmm…” Azriel hummed, sending shivers down my spine. “Do you find that entire scene attractive?”

I swallowed before nodding against his shoulder.

“Which part is your favorite, baby?”

I gasped as he gently nipped at the side of my neck, feeling arousal spike in the air. Fuck, if Azriel didn’t stop, I was about to say fuck it to waiting. He paused, smirking into a kiss he planted right over the sharp pain. “I don’t know,” I admitted, burying my face into his shoulder, muffling my next response. “All of it.” It was an answer to me, myself, and I, and yet, Azriel seemed to hear it.

“Mmm,” he hummed. “I heard that angel.”

“Shut up,” I whined.

“Don’t be embarrassed, sweet girl. I love knowing what you like.”

I whined uselessly into his shoulder, not sure how to respond, not sure if I could respond. 

“Let’s go to training,” Azriel suggested. I pulled back just barely fast enough to see his smirk. So we dressed in our leathers… and went to training.

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When your name has strikethrough added to it, I cannot tag you. If you haven't reblogged on tumblr yet, start there? That's about all I know. But either way, Tumblr won't let me tag you. I might mention I can't ping you in a comment or something, but otherwise, I don't let you know.

#azriel #azriel x reader #azrielxreader #acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar fanfic #suggestive themes #mywriting

[whydontyousaeso]

Hi again! I was wondering if you can write me a story. It’s Edge x Reader and reader gets into a very bad situation (up to you to decide what said situation is!) and he almost loses her and he has to save her. I’m an absolute sucker for Edge and angsty stories that end well lol. Tysm!

“Hold on”

Edge x fem reader

Type- Angst to fluff

Warnings- close encounter with death, choking, mentions of head injuries, hospital talk, threats

A/n- im back 🤭 but fr i hope this is what you wanted angst wise! After this I’ll go and post tattooed in your brain when final changes are made. But for now enjoy this! And if you guys would like some more edge content lmk and I’ll get a tag list started for him :3

“Oh my god! They’re stopping the match! I think y/n is seriously injured!”

You were.

You were extremely injured.

Your vision was going in and out, you could feel the blood dripping down your body.

It was bad.

Very bad.

Why wasn’t anyone stopping them?

You had been fighting Paige, you and her had a feud going on for a couple of weeks.

She had enough of you and was ready to put you away.

You thought she was joking.

Your head was busted open extremely bad, and there were cuts all over your body.

“I’m fucking done with you! I don’t want to see your dumbass face again! Not even at your own funeral!”

She grabbed you by the throat and started choking you, all the strength leaving your body.

You didn’t hear his music hit, you just saw Paige look over at the ramp and laugh.

You barely saw that though.

You were loosing air quickly, it wasn’t gonna be long before you were out.

Or dead.

She let go of you and rolled out of the ring, leaving you to gasp for breath while fading in and out.

“Y/n? Holy shit where’s the medics?”

It was edge.

Your boyfriend.

He pulled you close to him and yelled at the others around him.

You weren’t able to get enough air anyways.

As your vision blacked out you felt your boyfriend’s grip tighten.

“Y/n? Please hold on”

The ref’s bustled around edge, signaling the need for medical attention.

He was red in the face with dark red blood on his body.

Nothing like this had happened before.

No one had been this hurt before.

No one actually had to intent to kill someone before.

Everything around them was stained red.

Edge sat there, breathing heavy as he kept his lovers bleeding body close to him.

He was loosing his shit.

He kept yelling, even as medical staff surrounded him.

He didn’t want to give her up, he was too scared

Eventually they convinced him, allowing him to stay next to her at all times.

And he did,

He didn’t let go of her hand once.

Even as they tried to wipe off the blood he didn’t let her go

Even as they wheeled her into the ambulance and drove her away.

The only time they were able to peel him away was when they arrived and had to take you back.

Only then he was left in the waiting room with blood stained clothes and a racing mind.

Fuck Paige.

“Edge?”

He turned around to see Paul behind him with a duffle bag.

“Go change, I want to talk”

“I don’t need it”

“Like hell you do, go change. I’m not leaving until she’s back.”

You woke up to bright led lights and extreme pain in your entire body.

It felt like you couldn’t move.

You groaned and started to panic, you had no clue what happened.

“Shhh it’s okay it’s okay, I’m here darling”

You felt rough hands around your cheek, seeing your long haired boyfriend come into your vision.

“Don’t panic, I’m right here I promise”

Your lip quivered, tears flooding your vision .

“It hurts”

“I know it does, but it’s gonna be okay”

You tried to move again, failing miserably.

“Don’t move dear, the doctors don’t want you to.”

He wiped away your tears and kissed your forehead.

“I’m scared”

He grabbed your hand, holding it gently.

“It’s okay, it’ll be over soon I promise”

You tried your best to nod, your head raging at you as you did.

You just wanted to go home.

“What happened with her?”

He looked up at you.

“There’s some things happening, she’s probably gonna be released”

You smiled faintly.

It was horrible.

She was borderline insane

But that was behind you.

“How long am I here?”

He shrugged, kissing your hand.

“They don’t know, depends on your recovery. But you shouldn’t be talking, they don’t want your throat fucking up more.”

You forgot about that

You could only imagine the bruising there would be on your neck.

He seemed to notice your upset look on your face and smiled.

“Don’t worry, it’ll go away eventually”

You looked and gave him a small smile again.

Throughout the recovery process he didn’t leave your side.

With every test, every check up.

He was there.

You kind of felt bad, he was doing so much for you.

But he didn’t care how much he had to sacrifice.

You sat on your bed dressed, waiting for him to get back from the paper work

After a week you were finally able to go home.

The doctors said your recovery time was insane, considering the extent of your injuries.

“You ready?”

You smiled and turned towards him, standing up as he walked over.

He rested his hands on your hips, kissing your lips and smiling into the kiss.

“I’m proud of you, you know?”

You just chuckled.

“You did all the work silly!”

He shook his head and held onto your hand, grabbing his bag and leading you out of the hospital.

“I would do it again and again just for you.”

#wwe #wwe raw #wwe smackdown #fanfic #edge wwe #adam copeland #wwe edge

[thotsforvillainrights]

Im finally vack onto this shitshow of an app, and im glad to see your box open again! Lemme ask something predicable for me: how would the shie hassaikai react to their lover disquising themselves in a giant teddybear costume and laying under the christmas tree (if they even set one up in the base lol), and jumping out at them to hug them on christmas day?

Love your posts! ♥️🧸

(I have a huge stuffed bear I got as a gift a long while ago that I was willing to cut open one day just for this prank and I was so sad when I realized I'm too tall to fit ugh😭)

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

-Pops: Old man probably didn't even notice the bear at first. That was until he realized he'd gotten you a totally different gift than this. He automatically assumed it must've been from someone else to you because you already knew all the things he liked and stuffed animals wasn't necessarily high on his list. Anyway, it's easy to say he had a mini heart attack when you surprised him with it.

-Overhaul: Pauses and glares at the bear in suspicion. Who the hell had the gall to get HIS significant other a gift bigger than he for Christmas? He is a tiny bit jealous and probably lets his mind run numbers as he figures out who to kill later. This must obviously be a move to try and court you, right? At the end of the night he ends up being annoyed at you rather than anyone else at the base. Really? Getting in a toy to scare him of all people?

-Chrono: Hope you liked being frozen for 30 minutes and having to listen to him apologize over and over because that's just what happened. Usually he had better control over his quirk but he was coming back from a mission that had him on edge and still weary about his surroundings. Oh well, better luck next time?

-Mimic: If he's in his small form (and he most likely will be) Then you get him pretty damn good. In fact, he thinks he might've almost died in the moment. Surely you should expect him cursing you out right now. It's been almost an hour and he's still grumbling about it. On the up-side, the others got a good laugh out of it lol.

-Nemoto: What was supposed to be a harmless prank ended up landing you a very long and detailed scolding about why you shouldn't go around doing this in a yakuza base. After than, Shin moved on to explaining why it wasn't safe to stuff yourself in bears because of the risk of suffocating. Surely enough, he was on to the next thing and you could only be stuck sighing and hoping the speech would be over soon.

-Deidoro: Gets a damn good kick out of it actually! I mean, if he's sober or drunk he thinks it was pretty funny. You two can tend to play around a lot with each other and this was the most creative you've gotten in a long time! Expect him to plan something even more wild when he gets a good idea sooner or later.

-Rappa: Also someone I see getting a good kick out of it! The only issue with trying this on Rappa is that surprise pranks don't usually end well. It's a life or death thing in the moment depending on whether or not you dodge or have a quirk (or not). That's because his first instinct upon surprise is to punch whoever or whatever it is that scares him.

-Tengai: I'll just go out on a limb and assume you do silly stuff like this all the time with him. That's why it's not as fun when he walks by the bear and sighs before telling you to get out of it. No fun with him because he KNEW you were up to something from the moment he heard you chuckle to yourself earlier today.

-Setsuno: Is slightly annoyed for a moment but doesn't try to show it because he doesn't want to risk hurting your feelings. Regardless of whether or not he liked the prank, he's going to laugh awkwardly and rub his arm. He won't really tell you to not do it again so it's up to you to pick up on his cues. If he does end up liking it then you'll see his more genuine reaction/smile.

-Hojo: Thinks about it for a second and then disregards it. It's just a bear right? Until you jump up and hear him yell for the first time in possibly forever. Oh yeah, he's annoyed for the rest of the day but your laughing in the background starts to cheer him up after a while.

-Tabe: He's examined this bear before you could think to slip yourself inside of it. That's why you find yourself rather confused at the dampness on the thing until you realize he examined it with his MOUTH.

-Katsukame: You're gonna scare him, really? You don't care about the fact that his fists both weigh more than you do? You're just gonna startle the guy without a single thought about the consequences? Great, okay...what color flowers would you like at your funeral?

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #yakuza #shie hassaikai #eight bullets #eight precepts of death #eightfold cleansers #headcanons

[jooniely]

some thoughts on character in tristamp and trimax

now i still havent yet watched trigun98 or read trimax past like the first 2 chapters yet, but from what i understand, the characteristics of nai and vash are different to tristamp. i LOVE tristamp and i love vash. i love kind and soft characters. characters who are just kind, who refuse to fall into apathy. who prove that kindness is a strength not many are able to carry. and i love nai too (aside from him being a creep those last few eps) someone who, feels responsible and has a need to keep his head at all times. to be the realistic one. someone who saw an injustice and firmly decided he would end it no matter the cost (not that i agree with his genocidal plan that also hurt plants that he was supposed to be protecting)

what i have found out is that in the original trigun, nai was actually the soft and kind one until Tesla, and vash became the kind one afterwards in a way to i guess be more like the old nai? and this is more realistic and hurts more to see. (hurts in a delicious way) like you have a kind character who gets brutally exposed to the horrors humanity is capable of. who (im guessing) for survival and a sense of justice is forced to grow up too fast and choose to do something (here he is like the tristamp nai) and its always painful to see the soft character turn angry and resentful. 

vash tho, who saw what happened to nai, who also went thru the brutal exposure to human cruelty, went the other way. now since i havent read trimax yet, i cant tell what turned him to be vash the stampede. was it guilt the way it was in tristamp? or was it to keep a part of nai alive despite nai killing that part of himself? was tristamp rem’s dream trimax nai’s dream and vash is working to make it a reality? ill know in the next few days as i read. but what my point here is that in trimax vash CHOOSES to be kind. he has anger in him, he’s not as soft as tristamp, and he its “naturally” kind. he actively chooses to be kind over and over again. i think thats a lot more realistic to us. most of us arent naturally kind and we always have our breaking points. tristamp vash didnt really have that but trimax vash is so painfully human in the sense that he feels so much anger but keeps it locked. he chooses to be the kindness he wants to see in the world. 

i guess you can say both trimax and tristamp vash are kind of insane in their way of firmly staying kind. tristamp vash for being naive and childlike almost in his way of being too nice, and trimax for deciding to stick to being nice and lock a part of himself away. 

anyways im just rambling. i just wanted to get some observations down before i read trimax and see how much of this ends up being wrong. this is so long lol highly doubt ppl will read but if u did, pls share ur thoughts i need more ppl to talk to about this series. its taking over my brain and this fandom has such high literary and media literacy, some beautiful analysis, and straight up poets and writers and artists that put shakespeare and whatever artist to shame lol

#ramblings #trigun stampede #tristamp #Trigun #trigun maximum #trimax #vash #nai #vash the stampede #millions knives #trigun analysis #character analysis #meta #trigun meta

[justabooknerdposts]

just an idea but awkwardly timed IMs lol, those fics always make me laugh and you are very good at capturing humor

*NOTE: I’m still closed to prompts for now, probably until at least the end of the year, as life is quite busy at the moment.  But I’m trying to catch up on some backlogged requests that have been sitting there for a few months since before I closed.  So, I’ll have a few up over the next couple of weeks—my goal is to have them all posted before Chalice of the Gods comes along and expands canon again, ha.  Again, not accepting any new prompt requests at this time—I’ll see how my schedule looks in January and revisit the idea then 😊  In the meantime, enjoy the four or five coming up. 

Oh, also, chapters 2 through 4 of my AHS senior year Percy and Annabeth story have also been posted.  This story is written under my TraitorousHearts8 pseud, so it’s a little more YA than middle-grade, but it’s available to read on Fanfiction and AO3 if you’re interested!  The last two chapters should be up over the next week or two. 

Alright, back to the prompt response!*

Okay, I kind of loved this one and it was fun to do some semi-awkward IMs.  Hope you enjoy!

PERCY:  The Greek gods have terrible timing.  For example, one once interrupted me in the shower.  Long story.  I’m not discussing it right now.  Demigods do a little better.  But sometimes, they have bad timing, too.  For example, during my freshman year of high school, I was in the bathroom at my mom’s apartment, going…well, doing what you do in the bathroom, when, suddenly, the air in front of me shimmered.  Charles Beckendorf’s face appeared a moment later.  “Hey, Percy, got a question for—” he said before his eyes widened.

I yelped and swiped through the I-M.

Once I was out of the bathroom and standing near the kitchen sink, using its water to make a misty rainbow, I messaged him back.

“Uh, hey, dude,” Beckendorf said sheepishly.  “My bad.”

“It’s okay,” I said, even though I still kind of wanted to curl up and die from embarrassment.  “You didn’t know.  But, uh, let’s not mention it again.  Ever.”

He nodded gravely.  “Anyway, the reason I was calling…” and he launched into a Titan War-related question about an explosive device he was working on that could be added to the tour bus of monsters we’d received reports on.

Later, I learned that he’d rigged this device in the bus’s toilet.  I tried not to take that too personally.  And I definitely did not ask him what had inspired the idea.

ANNABETH:  Usually, I have way better luck than Percy.  Which isn’t actually saying much because he has absolutely terrible luck.  Which probably explains why this happened.  It was during the fall of my freshman year of high school, during the Titan War.  I was at my dad’s in San Francisco, and Percy and I hadn’t caught up for a few weeks.  Things had been weird between us ever since our quest in the Labyrinth that summer.  But we were trying.  Unfortunately, Percy chose to reach out via Iris-message…while I was in the shower.

I was washing my hair when suddenly, from behind me, I heard, “Hey, Annabeth—aagh!”  I turned, hands already up over my chest, to see Percy, bright strawberry red, covering his eyes and swiping through an I-M.

I called him back ten minutes later from my bedroom, fully dressed, though my hair was still wet and tangled.

As soon as his face appeared, Percy sputtered, “Annabeth, I am so sorry—”

I held up a hand.  “We will never speak of this again.”

“Agreed.”

***

A couple years later, on the Argo II, Hazel was talking about I-Ms.

“They’re great,” she said.  “But it seems a little risky.  I mean, we surprised Reyna in the baths.”

The corner of Percy’s mouth quirked up.  “Yeah, this one time, I called Annabeth and—”

“I thought we were never speaking of it?”

“Oh yeah.  So, anyway, is that a flock of harpies closing in again?  I’d better go check.”

After he ran off, Hazel raised her eyebrows at me.  I sighed.  “He called me once while I was in the shower.”

“Oh.”  She fanned herself, an old-fashioned gesture that somehow seemed natural on her.  “See?  Risky.”

I nodded.  “For sure.  Oh crap, those actually are harpies.  We’d better go help him.”

And that was the end of that conversation.

#pjo #fanfic #fanfiction #ff #writing #stories #request #percy jackson #pjo fanfiction

[blacktinnedpeaches]

ben's still struggling w post-wedding misery and it just kind of sucks :') i was out picking up prescription yest + stopped off at the park for a little mooch when ana messaged me like "ben's in bed you should probably come home" lol so i was like ...well, shit, and just went home to lever him out of bed + force him downstairs

this worked well enough

i have never seen him so sad tho in like our entire rship which like.. sucks... esp bc the reason for it is bc we literally got married which. i KNOW it's not actually about the wedding, it's about the emotional whiplash from going from 100 mph planning to a big void, kind of like a bereavement, but it does feel a bit like well shit im sorry we got married!! like i know he's happy we got married!! but i feel guilty and upset over it bc i didnt know hed react this way to the end of the festivities and idk like there's nothing i can do except wait for it to be over i guess...

ive never been in this position in our rship before for an extended period of time (meaning for more than like a day at a time or w/e) and its not actually every day he's super sad but i feel like really stressed and on tenterhooks now just waiting for the next time and i feel like it's just my fault bc the marriage was my idea anyway loool like he wasnt even bothered about the idea at all until i was like "you know what would be fun? LETS GET MARRIED!" like usually i am the sad one and i will say that being the more emotionally stable one this time has given me a massive amount of respect for how patient and calm ben has been with me for like 11y bc it's only been a few weeks of on and off sadness + i feel Extremely Stressed And Worried.

i think he'll be ok again soon, like similar happened after a few social engagements earlier this yr if you all recall, and obviously teh wedding is a massive thing so the fallout is obviously going to be correspondingly worse. but i just dont like it at all lol. and i wager he likes it even less

#. #l #tink typed those two prev tags so i kept them in #i know u will be reading this benny and i love u a lot

[ultra-raging-ghost]

Had a dream i went to japan with my aunt and these two boys (one a cute little farm boy and another a hardcore city boy) were like fighting over me and it was like a cute ghibli romance theyd give me things to try and win my heart but i didnt end up choosing i went back home with my aunt lol

then i woke up, thank you dogs

Had a little follow up dream that i was staying with my family in this high rise apartment, and it was like a superhero universe that included like teen titans and batman and superman for some reason. a girl flew up to my apartment and she was like starfire but she wasnt starfire, maybe like au version of her my brain cooked up but she was struggling to fight and couldnt keep up, so since she knew me she flew up here and me and my mom were helping her recover. Since she couldnt fight i wanted to help but wasnt sure if i could so i just started jumping and doing it over and over until i eventually stayed in the air, and while they were busy i wriggled my way out of an open window (nobody was happy about this, there usually isnt anybody happy about me flying in my dreams for some reason)

so im down there and im flying around trying to see whats what, and the way im flying is like... im tinkerbell, like when im in the air im a little spec of ever falling gold dust but from first person pov i feel normal i dont even realize its happened. I also have an inventory but thats not too important, that was just something that happens. And it looks like this giant bug looking machine is like chomping through the city side, like ladybug type bug looking not like ant looking, and it has big metal teeth and its headed towards a big building and theres a bunch of superheros down there and im like... i need to go find superman, WHERE IS HIS ASS!!!! bro stopped a boulder why isnt his ass down here!!!!

so i get down from the air and now im in the inner city, mostly some kind of mall and im just passing through and suddenly someone fucking SHOOTS ME with a GUN and i turn around and its this bald guy (kinda looks like my uncle but i say that about every overweight bald guy) and im like?? u can SEE me?? but it registers in my mind that this is the guy controlling the big bug machine and hes just down here casually shopping in a hallmark in a mall, thats fine. i proceed to get the fuck outta dodge, getting shot once more and getting shot at another time (he missed the second time) and at this point im like fuck superman, i need batman where is he!!!! alfred can fix this shit!!

so now im looking for batman, starting over at square 1 where is wayne towers but also i have just been shot twice and i can only identify my apartment building so i go over there, and theres like a ledge on the side of the apartment where this girl is sitting with not-starfire and theyre trying to plot on how to help me from home, with a computer in her lap and a bunch of laundry sitting next to her. So i decide to do the normal thing and just start fucking around with the laundry to make her laugh. Eventually i stop acting dumb and im like listen... i need to find batman and i need to find superman, can you help me?? and theyre like yeah!! Apparently this girl has a strong online presence and she is gonna post basically a reverse geoguesser where people send in sightings of batman and or superman and she can identify and send me that location.

In the meantime, im going down into the city as a normal person because i dont feel like getting shot again and my current bullet wounds are moreso aching than hurting, and i get stuck in a line which sucks but i cant just start flying down here!!! Anyway i try making polite conversation with the guy in front of me and hes a huge DICK and he calls over this guy and hes like "HEY SHE HAS CONTRABAND!!!!!" and im like WHAT THE FUCK DUDE???

so this guard comes over and he makes me show him the contraband i have which is a locket from the previous dream that the city boy gave me, it turns out this guard is japanese and hes like "awwww who gave this to you?? A cute boy???" and im like "Yes.." and we end up having a nice conversation about it, its similar to something he gave his own wife when he was young and now the guy in front of me is an even bigger dick and tries to snitch on me for having cheese which is bullshit, all i had was bread (which admittedly i did have to hand over)

there was a little bit after that but i dont remember, i woke up lol

#dream #had to write this down but it was too long for a discord message kjhhjghf gvbhj

[slurp-imagines]

im so feral for your admiral content 😭 may I please ask for borsalino and sakazuki the moment they realize they've fallen in love with their s/o?

sorry for the wait, anon. this was a bit tough for Borsalino (hence the difference in length lol), and it took me ages to get this out, but I hope someone can still find some enjoyment in it!

The moment they realize they've fallen in love: Borsalino & Sakazuki

Borsalino (Kizaru)

↳ To be honest, he was probably pretty caught off guard by it at first. If he had to pinpoint a reason why his past relationships didn't work out, he's self-aware enough to know that perhaps his lackadaisical nature might have contributed.

↳ He could apparently never become serious enough, fast enough. His partners were more invested, more committed than he was, already rushing a few steps ahead of him while he was still feeling like there wasn't a reason to kick into gear yet. We've still got time, he thought. Until it was over, and they didn't anymore.

↳ Borsalino probably half-expects it to happen again. But it just doesn't. Not really, anyway. He doesn't feel like he's falling out of step with you. He waits for it to happen, for you to say those three words and he would have to swallow his tongue because he couldn't say them back. It doesn't happen that way, though.

↳ He falls slowly. So, so slowly. He feels it as it happens. He knows when it's inevitable that he'll fall all the way. The images in his head of a wedding and a nice home and daily kisses at the front door become clearer, sharper by the day. He learns about your hobbies. He shows you a couple of his. He thinks of you with every inane thing he does. Each time he puts two sugars in his coffee he remembers that Y/N drinks theirs with one. He sees you in views you would've found pretty, he thinks of you during boring meetings. He isn't used to missing people. But sometimes, when he's away for work, he'll pick up the denden mushi and call you, even though you already phoned him that morning.

↳ He just goes through his life like that, watching the world slowly tilt itself off its axis while he falls. It starts to feel to him like everything about you– the two of you, a unit– makes sense now. Like it all fits together properly. He gets it now.

↳ And somehow, it isn't scary. It feels right, and it feels gentle. Honestly, the realization that comes next– that he trusts you with himself this much– is the most earth-shattering part of this whole thing. He sort of subconsciously thought he'd always have his guard up with people. And yet you slipped your way in this easily?

↳ I can really love them, he thinks. I have to do it right this time, he thinks. He has trouble saying it out loud. But for the first time in a long time, he feels like it could be worth taking the first step.

Sakazuki (Akainu)

↳ Surprisingly, I think Sakazuki would be more emotionally prepared for this moment than Borsalino– or maybe just prepared in a different way.

↳ Because Sakazuki hates wasting time or effort, and he’s very picky. Since early in the relationship (maybe even before he started courting you), he would've asked himself multiple times, “Does this seem like someone I can fall in love with, and stay in love with?” Probably not in those exact words, but he’s definitely spent a lot of time considering whether you’re someone he would sacrifice things for, that he feels at peace with, that he would feel relieved coming home to.

↳ So when he realizes he’s in love with you, it’s not earth-shattering at all. I see it happening when he’s coming back at his house after a regular day of work. Nothing particularly exciting, nothing particularly stressful. But normal. Routine.

↳ But he's suddenly perturbed when he has the key in the lock of his front door, and it's remaining un-turned for just a breath longer than normal, because he doesn’t want to go inside when he knows you aren't there. He wants to see you instead, and share a meal with you and lie down with you under a comforter that smells like your fabric softener.

↳ He wants his daily routine to include you at the start and end of it. Because he loves you.

↳ Sakazuki isn't the type for surprise visits, but he's pretty tempted at this moment, however late at night it may be. He restrains himself though, and enters his suddenly very empty-feeling home. He's always privately agreed with you when you would say that he lived like a Spartan, it just never really saw how it might be a negative until now.

↳ But he'll sit on it for a loooong time before he says anything to you. He tells himself he just wants to be sure, and he continues with his day-to-day, thinking of you all the while. He waits for his feelings to change, for his mind to snap out of it. And then he ponders some more about the short-lived spike of fear in his chest every time he imagines that scenario actually coming to pass.

↳ It's actually a bit infuriating to him, the realization that he truly fears the day he'd have to let go of you for good. He almost doesn't want to admit he's this attached, even though he knew from early on that it'd be an inevitability.

#borsalino #kizaru #sakazuki #akainu #one piece #one piece imagines #when I write for borsalino #it always winds up doing a complete 180º turn #like. I started off writing the full opposite characterization of this

[scratchwake]

oh @bunny-heels you are going to regret this

gonna put all of the story stuff and drawings under the cut because thisll be a very very long post

basically, the ocs name is Rosalind Carr! she/they pronouns. during the events of the game was currently staying with family in the Bright Falls/Watery area

her design isn't really small town looking, but that's because I wanted to give her a very fish out of water city girl feel, since she's originally from NYC, so I went for a lot of modern city fashion, like mesh shirts and such, I wanted to make sure she stuck out as someone who is very much not from the rural PNW

but enough about her and more about her silly little relationship(?) with scratch!casey (and also, actual alex casey)

starting with her relationship with casey, she was kinda like a rebound sort of thing after The Divorce (what can i say, im a slut for divorced men) and obviously because of that it ended poorly. (okay, well, Kind of a rebound, some of it did overlap with the marriage because I'm also a slut for affairs)

but, before it ended, she started staying in BF with some family, which is part of what got casey interested in the murders there, because he was kinda worried about her getting fucking murked

but of course, the break up happens and he cant just back out of the case (and he doesnt even want to, anyway), which creates some VEERY awkward interactions during the events of the game. hes still somewhat interested in her, and shes still quite pissed off at him

then, game shit happens, and scratch possesses casey. and its a bit like

scratch: "eugh, this new body is so clunky and weird. but that doesnt matter, as long as i make this ending happen, it'll be all good."

rosalind: *exists for over .5 seconds, literally just trying to not die, having been roped into all this by sheer circumstance*

scratch: *immediately becomes filled with insatiable lust because now that he occupies caseys body, he can feel every less than convinent urge casey gets (like fucking on the job) amplified tenfold*

so he just. starts annoying her. she KNOWS hes not casey, which is probably why she entertains it rather than hiding in a hole until everything is okay again

and without further ado: her design, and a doodle of her and scratch!casey based on my first post about them (disclaimer: im still learning how to draw sam lakes face so PLEASE gimme the benefit of the doubt here lol)

basically, though-out the whole deerfest section, you have this poor woman who knows she's forgetting something and KNOWS something is wrong and the whole time there is this fucked up version of her ex trying to get in her pants (and honestly? lowkey succeeding.)

imagine being her, laying in bed next to a fucked up and evil version of her ex boyfriend while he rambles about famous missing author Alan Wake and how they need to "become one"

it's kinda like a, me my boyfriend and my boyfriends giant plushie situation except none of them are together and scratch is just insane

if anyone wants to know some random facts about her, flick me an ask! she is my baby and i love her so much (i am cringe but i am free)

#talking #my art #alan wake 2 #alan wake 2 spoilers #oc x canon #oc art #alan wake oc #oc: rosalind carr

[bitter-rabbitholes]

okay, didn't get to talking about the show fooor a while now because I was trying to hold in all my complaints until it was over lol, but it's over now🎉yippee!🎉 so I can complain to my heart's content

so obviously there's some good parts, like the action (in episode 2), seeing everyone again with their upgraded designs ♥ (except Syrup big L), and having them dealing with adult issues, ok and now that's out of the way

-hype

the show wasn't meant to be some masterpiece but hoo boy that was kinda messy right? I really felt like the show writers weren't sure of where they were going with the show and so the execution felt lackluster. I definitely felt the show lost its momentum as it went on and the conclusion was simple to say the least.

The beginning started off quite nice. Seeing Nozomi have issues as an adult over expending herself for her student and failing. I liked how the show brought up divorce, a problem without a easy solution. I thought a major theme of the show was gonna be about the difficulties of being an adult and the life you dreamed of not turning out the way you want? And it would have been so good but instead took a left turn and make it about pollution like??

It felt so forced and genuinely less impactful, because how did the girls contribute to pollution?? what did this have to do with them becoming adults??? Depression works just fine! and having the monsters come from human misery just makes more sense? (didnt that happen anyway in episode 5 while hearing nozomi's and coco's insecurities?) but instead I gotta deal with this angel freak attacking people out the random and im supposed to take her seriously like ok.

and is it just me or was the time theme just thrown in there too? It didn't really feel like the girls were focused on the past that much. I thought the girls were going to deal with clinging to the past, lost time, and the pains of growing up? which would have more poignant then nozomi randomly fainting for a week and waking up just fine.

overall the beginning showed a lot of promise but it really didn't deliver as it went on. and no I didn't expect them to do something new?? but just stay in line with the themes they had, really felt like they tossed the whole adult precure concept out the window.

-action

ohhh my gosh the fight scenes?? they were so dull, like I was counting the amount of times they animated the girls actually hit something (it wasn't much) which is so disappointing because episode 2 Nozomi had such great action. she was beating up the villains with blood and gore it was insane, but now we got this like....

most of the show reused these cgi goons with bland designs, and we completely lost the monster of the week concept, so the monsters didn't feel like they were in harmony with the girls issues. The final boss was okay i guess, but yeah it really showed the lack of budget if they couldn't even animate most of the fights for the show.

-teamwork

and the biggest thing that bothers me is the lack of teamwork? like, this is a magical girl team show, why are they solving their problems individually?? Where's the friendship? Where's the love?? At most you get an episode of one girl helping another, but that's like two on screen max and that's so sad?

Why did Komachi help Saki off-screen? Why didn't they spend time baking with each other? Why didn't Rin have a convo with Nozomi? Why are all these fun, sweet moments being passed up? like they have their weekly drink parties, but they honestly feel like meetings. Especially if this is how they're acting after not being in contact for years?? What about a party, a huge sleep over and they all get blasted and have to deal with hangover the next day, like what about fun??

I dunno I felt sad watching uraras episode, which yes it was good and it was very nice to see her reconnect with Syrup, but then I remember the past urara episodes and the girls were always there supporting her. They showed up at her work, delivered her scripts, and sang her a "we love you urara" song with choreo and everything?? What happened to that team? they don't even notice or care? It all just feels so lonesome and humorless which is honestly the most disappointing part.

-romance

like what was the point. Why did coco need an apartment? boy can turn himself into a plushie, was him living with nozomi too raunchy? all for a romcom situation we never saw, which would've been great for them learning how to live like a couple??

the romance just felt so divorced from the rest of the story and unnecessary at times. And it wouldn't have been so bad if they let their personalities shine? Like why not focus on that Nozomi was inspired by Coco and how he feels about her being a teacher? (instead of stalking her 💀)

Or what about Nuts and Komachi? He was her editor before, he has nothing to say to her now that she's an accomplished writer? They were all friends before, let it show! Who cares if it was romantic of not? Why wouldn't all the girls be excited to see Coco and Nuts too? Why wouldn't Urara and Syrup still stay in contact (but he has time to deliver Nozomi's love letters?) No big reunion party?? WHY DID NO ONE STAY IN CONTACT WITH EACH OTHER????

It's the same issue the yes 5 shows had with romance, especially with Coco/Nozomi, bending itself around for melodrama. the reason no one else kept in contact with each other, was to build up coco and nozomi. the reason the time flower drama existed was for coco and nozomi.

I feel like im being harsh, but I just can see it being better executed. Or not even! Just something more substantially that fit the themes of them growing up. Like why bring up all those issues of marriage if they weren't going to solve them on screen! Or i dunno, break up and move on with life!

(sorry for the splash girlies, who had their duo come back only to have their stories revolve around two guys that never show up 💀)

#hope this isnt too much a downer #since the show is over and everythang #but yeah i was definitely befuddled by that plot lol #so anywayy im gonna post later about ideas i had about the show etc #because i liked the concept at least! #maybe theyll do better next time! 〒▽〒ㄏ #otona precure #b.txt

[rosenongrata]

Heart of the Sea

⋯ 𓆩♡𓆪 Summary. A serene jazz songstress slowly makes her way through the artistic ranks of Fontaine—hoping to eventually connect the dots to her past and lost memories through music. And as she always says, "People come and go as the tides of the sea do."

⋯ 𓆩♡𓆪 A/N. this chapter may be sudden, awkward, etc but i don't care!!!! i needed it OUT OF MY BRAIIIIIIIIN!!!!! anyway enjoy? it's just. angst. lol i've been working lots on Anais and Kafka's character stories, so im hoping it shows here decently 😭 (it's overdone, isn't it. OOPSIE) cw for past character death and heavy angst. but at least sedene is being cute!

⋯ 𓆩♡𓆪 AO3 Link.

⋯ 𓆩♡𓆪 Chapter W.C. 1154.

⋯ 𓆩♡𓆪 CW. Fluff. Blood & Injuries. Angst. Character Death.

Chapter 3 — Anniversary.

It hasn't dawned on him until just now, but Neuvillette finally realizes why Kafka's name sounds so familiar to him since the night he went to that music studio with the Melusines… The realization rattles him enough to have him rising from his chair and speed-walking to one of the many bookshelves in his office. After some quick searching, he lands on the document he desires to skim through one last time.

"Lubin…"

He utters to only himself before a sigh rolls off his thin lips. His pale eyes narrow more as he flips through the pages of the investigation report.

"…It's your death date today, isn't it." He whispers, sounding more like a statement than a query. "And Kafka…" He grumbles, one hand rubbing his temple as a migraine grows.

With a soft flap, he shuts the documents and slides them back into their rightful place on his stuffed bookshelf. He glances out the window from where he stands, his other hand still resting on the spine of the reports he had been holding.

"I suppose I should not be surprised, but it is hard to believe that it has already been an entire decade…" He mutters to himself, "Against your own will, you have left many behind…" He sighs once more.

Without thinking about his next plan once or even twice, he departs from his office and approaches Sedene from where she works. He smiles down at her and nods his head politely.

"Hello again, Sedene." He greets, "I have a…request."

—

"Jacques, Jacques! Get back here, you cutthroat!"

The cutthroat turns to belittle the prison guards back and—

"Mademoiselle Kafka? Mademoiselle Kafka…?"

Some soft and cute voice rouses her out of her recurring nightmare, "Are you alright, Mademoiselle Kafka? I heard you screaming…"

It's just Sedene with a bouquet of flowers and a card, Kafka soon realizes once her eyes have dragged themselves half-open. The songstress yawns. While having the full intention of rolling back into a shallow slumber, she immediately jerks awake when she stirs in the wrong direction and lands on the floor with a resounding thud. She then groans with a pained hiss leaving her lips.

Wait a second.

What is Sedene doing here?

"Little Sedene… How did you…" Kafka grumbles, her head dizzy from meeting the floor while half awake.

"Oh dear… Are you okay, Mademoiselle Kafka…?" Sedene drops the bouquet on the edge of the bed before scurrying over to the songstress' side as fast as she can with her chubby little legs.

"I'm—" Kafka interrupts with a long and slow sigh before sitting upright, slouching. "It's alright, Sedene… It happens more often than you think." She laughs weakly.

"It does? That's really concerning…" Sedene puts a paw to her chin, a gesture full of curiosity with a gleam of worry mixed in. "You should get that checked out, I think. I don't think that's normal."

"…Later." Kafka shakes her head, a weary smile touching her lips. "Now… What are you doing here, outside of Palais Mermonia and all?"

"Oh, I have a delivery!" Sedene hurries along, grabbing the wrapped bouquet and presenting it to the slightly injured woman. "It's from Monsieur Neuvillette—" She says before gasping, "I wasn't supposed to say that! Please forget I said who it's from!"

"Hehe, alright… I'll forget that part. Just for you, Sedene." Kafka nods.

"Thank you, you're very kind." Sedene breathes a sigh of relief, her head and arms drooping. And then she perks right back up, "I hope you feel better soon, but… I have to go back to work now."

"That's quite alright, Sedene. Please, enjoy the rest of your day." The songstress' pastel pink-hued eyes squint when she smiles a little more, "And thank you for the lovely flowers."

"Of course! I'll leave you be, then. Good day, Mademoiselle Kafka!" Sedene waves to her one last time before rushing out the door and skipping down the stairs, already on her way back to work.

The moment Kafka remembers the flowers are from Neuvillette, she swears she can feel more grey hairs sprouting from her aching head. Neuvillette is one of many to fondly remember Lubin when he was still running around like the smart fool that he was. And of course, she knows what day it is today, the day she forgets this date is the day Hell freezes over.

Instead of reading the accompanying card, she hauls herself up to her feet and rests the present on the bed. If she could, she'd make it disappear with her glare alone. While she could appreciate the sentiment in the flowers and decorated card, her heart sings of bitterness.

"I just want to be alone today, Neuvillette…" She sits down next to the gift, hands holding her head as she fights the battle to hold back her tears.

She loses that battle.

She succumbs to sobbing silently, doing her best to keep her noises low so no one else outside grows suspicious. Fontainians can be quite intrusive people, all for their own hunger for drama and gossip. She hates that.

—

In the afternoon, Kafka visits Lubin's gravesite—as she has every year. It's a relatively sunny day, even if the looming clouds are a bit grey and thick. But, it's still sunny, right?

She doesn't care either way. The sun can shine, the rain can fall, Fontaine could freeze over right this second and she'd be fine with it. Nothing will tear her away from her fiance's resting place—especially not today of all days.

At first, her eyes were too dry to cry again. But the more her worn mind wanders back in time, the more the urge to sob grows. The moment she breaks out into another fit of tears and ugly choked breaths, she tumbles down to her knees in front of the tombstone. Her hands dig at the dirt and grass, clutching and wringing it through her fingers until it spills.

Her eyes screw shut, unable to see clearly anymore with how the tears blind her from all her good senses. Even as the ground around her cloaks in frost and small snowflakes, she doesn't notice for a second what's going on. Oh, to be so blinded by your own desolation that not even the hell you cursed to freeze over has begun to freeze you, too.

That same afternoon, when Kafka barely manages to trudge her way out of the gravesite, Neuvillette spots her leaving. He came here by himself during his tea break to pay his respects as well, but he'd dare not disturb the poor woman right now. The last thing she needs is someone like him to disturb her grieving.

When he strides up to the tombstone, he notices the snow and ice. But, he saw Kafka just now, and the Vision around her waist was still lifeless. So, where did all this snow and frost come from?

…How strange.

#ship: neuvikafka #neuvillette x oc #genshin x oc #canon x oc #oc x canon #oc story #oc: kafka #mine #genshin impact oc #genshin impact #fic: heart of the sea

[sardonic-sprite]

I'm Back!

Wow, so Lent is over now, so my tumblr fast is also over and I'm still a little in shock, lol. I had hoped the past six weeks? I don't know, Time is weird, would be more productive but at least I got SOME stuff written/posted. Anyway, I have one more month of school and then fucking FINALS so expect sporadic updates at idiot-o-clock hours of the night, and maybe yell at me to sleep, eat, study, or drink water whenever i do post 😅

I am up to SO EFFING MANY wips rn on so many different fronts you guys have no freaking idea 😭 so here's a status report for EVERYTHING on or going on sardonic_sprite. (Its gonna be a monster post, y'all, bear with me)

in absolutely no particular order:

Wayne4Ham: We have a LONG way to go with this one, so just be patient and I'll slowly but steadily plug on through. Aaron Burr, Sir, should theoretically take me no longer than end of april

Wayne-Crazy: there's like 4 specific requests on it, plus a few 'series' i started, but after those, say 6-7, i'll probably mark as complete and only re-open if someone offers me an idea

Batman Beginners: i'll tell y'all up front, this one will take me forever. i don't even know what all I intend to cover, but know that i'm halfway done with the DITF arc, and it'll probably come out in the next two months

Just A Kid: this was my shits-and-giggles fic that got like 3000 notes in a weekend lmao. it's something i do intend to continue bc its so fun and i enjoy the concepts in it, but i don't have plans to actively write more of it in the immediate future.

Rev Wayne: just gave y'all Jason's fic, so the next probably won't come until late in summer, extrapolating from my few data points. if anyone has ideas for timmy's intro, let me know, i'd love some inspiration

Celeb Batwaynes: reported separate from wayne-crazy for reasons. i think theres like 12 specific requests plus 2 ideas of my own. i may put out a poll for the next one to write, but not until after school's out, because these fics are HUGE time-eaters for me. speaking of, are non-tumblr-users able to vote on polls?

Welcome to Gotham U: this was again, me doing shit bc why not. will probably add more in the style that i first posted, but i doubt i will write any prose for it. if you would like to give it a try, please reach out, i'd love to see what you write!

One Diamond: every time i touch this i make the cliffhanger worse lmao. i finally do have a direction, but execution is gonna have to wait a while.

The Young, Innocent, and Righteous: this is mostly just for me anyway, but i'm just gonna say that i'm waiting until i finish watching miraculous season 5 before i go any further

AS you wish: i have 5 more requests to do and i am so sorry to everyone waiting you do not deserve this lmao. i promise im trying, i love your ideas, it just takes me a really long time to fill in the rest and then actually write it. the next one on my list is particularly hard to pin down and so it's halting the ones behind it to. if not before, then after finals i will sit and bang my head on the keyboard until something good comes out

Light Isn't Fadin': soooooo many people have asked me about this one oof. SOMEDAY, i swear. right now its a huge, nebulous, hulking monster and im sorry it's just not happening yet.

A christmas carol: wait until december. please

Father's Day: june.

A Little Problem: over the summer, i will watch marvel movies until they once again hijack my brain and fuel this to completion. maybe.

easter eggs: how the fuck did i forget this lmao. i'm doing as much as i can in april, but when the month is done, i'm sorry, we'll all be waiting until next lenten season. hopefully it won't come to that.

aaaaand i THINK that's finally it. there's also a bunch of random paragraphs in word and google docs that may appear, not to mention ideas that kidnap me in dark alleys. but i also have like a good half dozen other wips for other places that im trying to attend to, so please be forgiving if it seems like its taking a while to post something as sprite.

as always, i love questions, comments, concerns, even some complaints, so feel free to interact.

See ya when I see ya!

sprite

#sprite said #sprite's plan #wip update #status report

[sailorshadzter]

me thinking about a modern au where jon is in a street gang (the nights watch!!!) & absolutely demolishes joffrey for hurting sansa.

anyways yeah

i wrote it lol

quick note that there is mentions of domestic abuse, just in case.

also im having all these ideas on the Starks being a mafia family

so uhhh who knows maybe ill write that too.

ps. i wrote most of this while drinking LOL so if its not good? we'll blame that.

When Sansa shows up at his door, he’s surprised. 

 

It’s been a year since they last spoke, since that day at Robb’s funeral. That day felt like a lifetime ago and even now he’s still coming to terms with the inability to text his best friend, to hear his voice on the other end of the phone, or to hang out at his parents' house as they’d done their entire lives. What was once familiar was now foreign, was now something he can only recall as a memory.  

 

But more than anything else, he’s surprised to see her there with bruises on her face.  

 

“Sansa...” Her name is soft on his lips as he steps back, giving her space to slip through the door and into his home. “What happened?” White hot anger surges through him as he reaches for her and she flinches, despite the soft, gentle touch his fingers provide. Her eye is blackened and her lip split, though she’s done her best to clean her skin of the blood, it remains, a stark contrast to her ivory complexion. She’s crying softly, shaking her head and Jon can do little else but reach for her, and there she comes, falling into his arms as if she were always meant to be there. 

 

When she’s cried enough tears, he steers her into his living room, settling her there onto the couch. “I’m sorry,” she’s muttering, but he’s shaking his head as he sits down at her side. “I just didn’t know where else to come.” The truth was, she’s thought about seeking Jon out several times over the last year, but there’d never been a moment like the one that had happened this day. He’d struck her before, Joffrey had, but never in a rage such as this one. He’d smashed her phone, tossed her keys, and when he’d finished with her, pushed her out the door into the night. For an hour she’d wandered the streets, finding a public restroom where she could wipe off her face, but then... She didn’t know what else to do, where else to go. But then it was Jon that had sprung to her mind, for he lived only a few blocks from where she was, and somehow it was the only choice that made any sense. 

 

“Don’t be,” he urges softly, reaching out so he might touch his hand to hers. “Tell me what happened, Sansa.” And so, she begins to speak, her words weaving a tale of all that had happened this night and the ones before. When she’s finished, she’s crying again, and all he can do is slip his arm around her until she’s quiet again. 

 

At the end, he’s full of fury, angrier than he’s ever been in all of his life. But he’s careful to keep his face passive, to remain gentle even in a moment such as this. “You can stay here,” he says, to which she begins to protest, but he shakes his head as he’s done already. “I mean it, you’ll stay here,” their eyes meet and finally she nods, relief flooding her features. “Come on, let me run you a shower,” he doesn’t know how, but somehow that always fixes even his worst of moods, and surprisingly she nods, rising up behind him.  

 

Upstairs, in his bathroom, he sets aside a fresh towel as well as a pair of his own sweatpants and a t-shirt, laying all of it out on the sink. She smiles her thanks as he closes the door behind her, giving her the privacy, she deserves, and himself the time to collect his own thoughts. When he hears the shower spray turn on, he returns downstairs, all so he might contemplate what would come next.  

 

It comes to him at once and he picks up his phone. 

 

[ x x x ] 

 

Later, she sleeps soundly in his bed and Jon creeps out his front door and into the quiet night.  

 

There at the end of his drive is a car, having just pulled in a few minutes before. When he climbs into the passenger seat, it’s Edd at the wheel, with Tormund in the backseat. His closest companions, his most loyal men from the Night’s Watch, who would do anything and go anywhere if he just asked. It was rare that he requested their help in such a way and he supposes that’s why they came so quickly. “He’s home,” Tormund says by way of greeting as they back out of the drive. “Is she alright?” Their eyes meet in the rearview mirror and Jon nods. “Let’s go.”  

 

It takes only a few minutes for the car to pull into the parking lot of the high-rise apartments where Joffrey lives. They exit the car and make their way up to the top floor, riding the elevator in silence, all knowing exactly what would come next. 

 

At his door, Jon knocks rapidly, repeatedly, until they all hear the cursing from behind the wood, as the door swings open. “What?” The golden-haired man snarls, clearly unhappy at these late-night visitors. “What do you want?” He demands, looking from one face to another, realizing slowly, that he’s perhaps opened the door to danger. If Jon remembers anything about this guy, it’s that he certainly was not brave when it came to someone, he knew was stronger than him. But a defenseless woman? Hurting her made him feel like a real man. 

 

“You know why I’m here,” Jon growls before he steps into the apartment, his comrades following after.  

 

There’s no time for Joffrey to speak, to even defend himself, as the first blow connects with his face.  

 

[ x x x ] 

 

When she wakes in the morning, it’s not in her own bed.  

 

Sansa sighs, rolling onto her other side, reaching for her phone, but remembers she doesn’t have one. It’s just past nine according to the bedside clock and she can’t remember the last time she slept so late. But she feels refreshed and so she slips from the bed and out of the room. Down the stairs she goes where, to her surprise, she can already smell the coffee as it brews.  

 

As soon as she’d set foot on the bottom floor, Ghost was there, prancing around her, eager for pets. She willingly gives them, giggling as the dog licks her hands, licks her face. And there Jon sits at his island counter, drinking from a mug, reading something on his phone. He looks up as she enters the kitchen and smiles, gesturing towards the stool opposite of his. “Morning,” he says as he slides from his own stool, all so he can pour her a cup of coffee. When it’s in her hand, he returns to his seat and they sit in silence for just a moment. He’s focusing on anything other than how good she looks in his clothing. “Did you sleep well?”  

 

Surprisingly, she nods. “I did, thanks... I’m sorry you had no bed, though.” Jon grins, shrugging his shoulders. He won’t tell her that he spent the better part of the night in her boyfriend’s apartment. What little sleep he did get was on the couch, which was just as fine, knowing she was safe upstairs. “Can I use your phone? I need to get my car back somehow... And all of my stuff...” 

  “It’s in the driveway,” Jon replies, having drove the car back himself. “I’ll take you to get your things later.”  

 

“It is?” She questions with surprise, her blue eyes widening. “There’s no way Joffrey...” She trails off, shaking her head, unable to imagine that he’d willingly bring the car himself. That’s when she realizes what’s happened, what Jon has done. He went and got it for her. “I have to get a new phone, too,” she goes on, to which Jon nods, tossing a small bundle of cash at her. “Let me guess, he offered to pay for the replacement?” Jon laughs, nodding; yes, he certainly had once Jon had finished with him. They share a secret smile and Sansa takes the cash, recalling days of Robb and Jon running the streets together, back before Robb had taken one risk too many. “Thank you...” She murmurs softly, changing, and Jon sobers as he gives her another nod.  

 

“I imagine you need a place to stay until you find your own,” Jon speaks and it’s her turn to nod. “You can stay here until then.” Unlike last night, she does not bother to try and protest. Truthfully, she felt safer here than she would probably ever feel in an apartment of her own. “Anything you need, you just have to ask... You know that, right?” Again, she nods, the rising tide of emotions within her tightening her chest. “I’m here for you...” He softens, reaching out with a gentle touch, all so he might trail his fingertips along her battered lips, a gesture that weakens her knees. Those same lips curve with a smile and she lets out the breath she’s been holding, reaching up so she can catch his hand with her own, giving it a tender squeeze.  

 

In that moment, she realizes this was what it should have felt like with Joffrey; safe and warm, this was what it felt like to be cared for... To even be loved. This feeling was what she should have felt all those nights and days. “Let’s get some breakfast,” he speaks, breaking the silence and she’s glad to excitedly nod, to have something else to think about. To get back a sense of normalcy in her life, even just one day later.  

 

Something tells her that coming to Jon last night would be the best decision of her life. 

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