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norrisleclercf1 · 1 year

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Daddy? Daddy.

Pairing: Dad!Pierre x Reader

Warnings: Slight smut, daddy used in sexual term

Request: Yes/ No

A/N: haven’t written in forever so I apologize if this isn’t up to par with my other works.

It wasn't often that you woke before your husband, yet here you lay watching your husband sleep. His chest moved up and down slowly, looking so peaceful that waking him would be a crime. The soft whimpers from the baby monitor, you sitting up and slowly untangling yourself from Pierre’s hold.

Padding down the hallway, you open the nursery door and smile at your baby girl, Coralie. Smiling down at your little 4-month-old girl, she had her father’s bright blue eyes and sandy hair that made you see his mirror image sometimes.

“Good morning, my little dove, hungry?” You whisper, knowing it is around her feeding time as you move about back to your bedroom and sit down as you start to feed your little girl. You feel a weight on your legs and look down, seeing Pierre’s arm laying your leg as he is still deeply asleep.

Smiling, you play with his hair as a ghost of a smile covers his face but soon disappears as he relaxes back into sleep while you finish feeding Coralie. She whines loudly, feeling full, and you move, but Pierre’s head snaps up, making you let out a small yelp from surprise.

“I've got her.” He grumbles, going to get up to get her, but you grab his arm.

“Pear, she's right here; I was feeding her.” You whisper, making his sleep-filled eyes look between you and the baby.

“Oh.” He whispers as you giggle and place soft kisses over his face waking him up slowly as he moves to lay on his back.

“Give her here.” He grumbles, voice thick with sleep but reaches out for his daughter, who gurgles for her daddy.

“Good morning, my petit Coeur. Did you sleep well?” He asks, laying her down on his bare chest as she makes noises and makes herself comfortable.

“I have to get ready, Pierre. Are you okay watching her?” You mumble, seeing Cora is starting to fall asleep again.

“Don't insult me, and I'm her father. If I can't handle taking care of her, I don't deserve to be her father.” He grumbles, and you shake your head.

Pierre always hated the narrative that fathers don't need to do much in their child's lives or that people be surprised to see the father being just as active as the mother. So him being bitchy about your comment was in character for him as he sat up slightly to answer some emails.

Going into the bathroom, you stood in front of the sizeable wall-to-wall mirror, unable to tear your eyes away from Pierre and your baby. There was something about him, seeing him lay in bed looking so damn normal, that made you want to jump his bones.

Pierre sensing your eyes on him, looks up, giving you that lazy half-smirk that makes your heart flutter as you start the shower.

“Rude, you gave me the baby knowing I can't get in the shower with you!” Pierre laughs, making you laugh as well.

“I’m sorry, but I need a shower.” You tease, making him curse in French as he calms Cora down.

Stepping into the shower, you start to wash your hair when you feel cold air hit your back but soon, a warm body presses into you. Leaning back the chest, you smell his favorite cologne and turn, pushing water off your face.

“Where’s-” “She’s laying on the bed with pillows around her so if she turns, she won't fall off the bed, and also, the baby monitor is right next to the shower door. She's safe, my love.” He whispers, kissing your forehead.

“Besides, we rarely get time anymore, and just as t a shower with you.” He smiles, grabbing your shampoo and pouring it on his hands.

“Turn.” He whispers. You turn as his fingers weave into your hair and start to rub it in; he was right, though.

You both rarely had time for each other; with his race schedule and the baby, you rarely had time to be with each other. You both loved Coralie so much, but you mourn the time you both used to have; it was still there once in a while, but it wasn't the same.

The stolen kisses, the being able to be with each other anywhere and any time in your house, or traveling the world randomly with just a single say. You missed it, but this..... this was priceless and something you wouldn't change for the world. You knew Pierre was still adjusting; whenever he'd come back from the race, he would forget that Cora was here until he'd hear the familiar whines before snapping into father mode.

Pierre rinses your hair as he watches you and can't help the semi he gets making you laugh when you accidentally press into him.

“Come here.” you giggle, pulling him down for a kiss as he backs you up into the wall; taking advantage of him being distracted, you slide your hand down to his cock and slowly wrap your fingers around him.

Pierre groans, pulling his lips off you and resting his forehead against you as you slowly pump him. His arms cage you as he tries hard not to rest his weight on you in the shower, he finally hardens, and you move your hand faster, kissing his neck and lips, trying to help him relax as you feel the familiar twitch of him.

“Baby, I’m... I’d fuck im about to come.” He groans, and you bite your lip, nodding as you move his hand faster as his muscles tighten, finishing in your hand.

“Feeling better, daddy?” You ask innocently, teasing him.

“The hell?” He asks, shocked, making your laughter bounce around the walls.

“I’m sorry...I had to!” You choke out as he stares at you, trying not to laugh himself.

“I guess since having Cora, it lost its appeal, huh?” You ask as he grumbles, turning the shower off about you ruining the moment.

“Oh, come on, daddy! Don't get mad!” You tell as he yells at you to stop laughing now too.

“Daddy!” You yell, laughing even harder.

“STOP!” He yells as you chase him around the bedroom, as you both soak in the memory.

#f1 #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #formula 1 #f1 fandom #f1 imagine #f1 2022 #f1 scenario #formula one #pierre gasly #Pierre gasly imagine #team gasly #gasly #alpine #f1 Pierre gasly #pierre x reader #Pierre gasly smut #dad!pierre

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speedycoffeedelight · 1 month

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An Animalistic Disaster

CH-17: Mr. Cottontail

Masterlist

Summery:

Where you recollect more of your memories and open a bunch of trading cards. And a duo might have figured out the reason behind transformation, but we'll see.

A.n : There's going to be some heavy lore drop here. So just brace yourself a little. Also from now, the animal's dialogues will be in italics so it's easy to understand. I'll get to editing the previous chapters as well.

"I swear to god...one of these morning I'm going to have a heart attack."

You grumbled while sitting and held your head in your palm. You looked at Cherri who was in a makeshift cage made from a big plastic basket, trying to shake it and screeching. She had to learn her lesson some way. Your head was still pounding right now.

Then you looked at Husk who was trying his best to fit into the biggest shirt you had. The buttons on his chest were holding on for dear life. Honestly, it kinda made you jealous.

Husk was a black man who seemed to in his late 40's or 50's. He had black hair pulled back with white streaks on them as well as a small goatee. He had light yellow eyes that looked tired as hell. And the muscles in his hand, holy shit, it looked like he could easily carry you up like a feather. Husk was easily the best thing of this morning.

He of course also had feline features like before. A pair of black cat ears and tail adorned his form. He also had slitted black eyes. His nails were a bit sharper too.

And of course neither of you were prepared for him to transform in middle of sleeping, nobody was. God the embarrassment and confusion you felt when you opened your eyes to see an old handsome man staring at you with sleepy eyes, just as confused as you were.

You would have immediately swooned if not for the fact that you didn't know this guy and the fact he was shirtless, on your fucking bed, cuddling you.

So you did the first thing that came to your mind. You let out a loud scream and pushed him off the bed. He landed on the ground in front of Charlie and others with a big thud. "Oof, what the hell-" Cherri burst out laughing beside you. 'Now that's more like it!'

"Husk are you alright?" Charlie immediately kneeled down to check for injuries. "Husk??" You pulled the cover to your chest and looked down to see him properly. But you quickly averted your gaze when you saw he was shirtless with just a pant on. But that image will forever be engraved into your simp brain.

So after that was all over, you learnt what happened and caged Cherri. She was grounded till she learnt her lessons. You rubbed your head in frustration as Niffty brought you a cup of coffee.

"Here you go miss (Y/n)!"

You thanked her and took a sip. She still looked at you like she was waiting for something. Confused, you raised an eyebrow.

"...Do you need something Niffty?"

"You didn't pat my head." She said it like it was obvious and kept looking at you with wide eyes. You got surprised at this answer. 'She wants to be petted??' but then you remembered she was part dog now and that's probably the reason she was acting like this.

You reached out and patted her head making her smile happily as she wagged her tail. 'Adorable~' you thought in your mind.

Last night's memory was a bit hazy to you. You rubbed your head in frustration trying to remember it. Angel climbed onto the table grinning at you.

'Toots, didn't know ya were such a lightweight. Haha, but you gave quite a show last night, I'll give ya that." Niffty translated it, making you more worried. You asked her to recount the things to you. Pentious joined you since he wasn't there last night as well.

" I did what?"

Last night's memory came flooding back to you bit by bit as you listened. You, you finally petted Alastor's ears! You couldn't believe it.

'What's with the screaming, my dear?'

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. You grinned as you turned to face the stag. "I finally patted you, you smiling bastard!" You mentally cheered as you looked at him with a prideful smile. Alastor felt his face get hot again at that memory and he bonked you on the head with his antlers.

"OUCH what was that for!"

After you finished eating, you drove Charlie off to the cafe. Apparently Vaggie knew how to drive so she went with you two so she could memorize the roads. Once she memorizes she could drive Charlie sometimes as well.

After waving her off at the shop, you quickly departed. You let Vaggie take the wheel this time while you gave directions. Vaggie was an excellent driver. You were quite impressed.

Charlie took a deep breath as she got dropped off and watched you two drive away." This is it Charlie. You gotta make them proud. Right, let's do this!" she entered the store after mentally cheering herself.

"Oh hi there Charlie. Good to see you back."

Adrian gave her a warm smile as he was middle of cleaning. He put the broom he was cleaning with aside and guided her to the counter. He gave her a new apron to wear that had the cafe's name on it.

"Alright, I'll show you the ropes first time. Then it'll be up to you."

Charlie nodded and took the apron.

"Also won't you take off those horns and ears? You're in middle of work now."

She gulped, right, these weren't normal. But she hadn't practiced what to say during this. She thought it would be okay since they didn't question it before.

"Uh...can they please stay on? I promise you they won't cause any trouble!"

"Huh? Oh..okay then. I just thought it might be easier if you took them off."

Just then a ring sounded out from the door, signaling someone entered the shop. Adrian flashed Charlie a quick look while smiling.

"Come on, it's showtime!"

At evening, you went to go pick up Charlie. As Charlie was about to get into the car, Adrian called out to her.

"Charlie, wait!"

You and Charlie both looked at Adrian who rushed to you guys with a small bag.

"A small gift for your first day at work." He handed Charlie the bag and grinned.

"There's a piece of strawberry cake inside. Have a safe return home."

Charlie delightfully thanked him and got back into the car. While you were driving she told you about her experience which you listened to happily. It seemed like the day went pretty well. Even though there weren't much customers, Charlie enjoyed her time there. Plus from what you heard and saw, Adrian seemed to be a good boss.

The next day, you drove Charlie again as Vaggie sat with you. Pentious joined you this time as some of his works were done. Husk came as well to buy some clothes and as well as take a look at the human world. During the drive, Husk remembered something.

"Hey kid, I forgot to ask you this before but who the hell is cottontails?"

Those words hit you like a lightning as you brain started to overwhelm with memories. It's been a long while since you heard that name.

"W-where did you hear that name?"

"When you were holding me a day ago. You whispered you missed whatever it was."

"That was my pet bunny...I lost him when I was six. That night, my parents had a huge argument after dinner and we moved to my uncles house the very next day. In the end, I never knew what happened to it."

You weren't allowed to keep pets when you were a child. Your dad claimed it would be a waste of time and it will take your attention away from your duties. One day, while you were walking outside on your lawn, you stumbled across a small frail baby bunny. There was only one and it looked like it didn't even have the energy to move. After looking around, you found no signs of any other rabbits around.

You found yourself in a pickle. Your heart cried to take it home and care for it. But another part of you warned that if your father found out, you'd be in big trouble. You picked up the small thing, lost in thought and whispering "What am I going to do with you little bunny? "

The bunny moved a little and sniffed your hand, making your heart swoon. You decided immediately "Heck with it! Having a small bunny will be fine! Plus they won't make any noises like kitties or doggies! I can do this! I'll just need to be careful!"

The bunny again stopped moving in your arms and seemingly fell asleep. Your eyes glazed over it, trying to think of a name.

"I think I'll call you....mr.cottontails!"

Several months went by after getting mr.cottontails. You kept him under your bed. You always cleaned your own room by yourself so it wasn't a problem. You would let him run around your room once you locked the door and quickly hide him when someone was coming. Your dad was quite suspicious at how you looked so cherry recently but didn't question it. On the other hand, your mom was quite happy with this change in you.

Then one day, while you were on your way to your room after finished studying with your tutor, you spotted your dad. He seemed to be amused by something. He spotted you as well and gave you a smile.

"Isn't it a nice day today? Are you doing alright (Y/n)?"

You were taken aback by his sudden change of attitude but nodded and said everything was fine. Something was clearly wrong, you could feel it in your gut.

You rushed to your room after that and looked for your rabbit. It was gone... "Cottontail? Mr.cottontail??" You called out yet you couldn't spot the familiar ball of fluff running towards you like usual.

You spent the rest of the day trying to find him but no avail. There was no sign of him anywhere. And you couldn't even ask anyone else if they've seen him cause you're not supposed to have one in the first place.

Then your mind went to your father earlier, it had to him! That's why that damn man was smiling at you.

At dinnertime, you were fighting to keep your tears from coming out. You couldn't afford to let yourself be broken in front of him. You knew that he knew about you knowing what he did. He was just waiting for you to burst so he can properly punish you for going against his rules.

While your mom was serving you the stew for that night's dinner, she could sense something was wrong.

"(Y/n) dear, is everything alright?"

"Y-yes, mom, everything's fine. Don't worry."

"Of course everything's fine with her. (Y/n), today's stew is extra delicious, go ahead and try." Your dad said from across the table, grinning at you. You couldn't bear to look at this man's face properly. The rest of the dinner was quiet with you almost crying in the middle.

After you finished eating, you went straight to your room and locked the door and started crying. Sometime later, you heard your parents fighting over something. You pulled a pillow over you head to stop hearing to those as you sobbed harder.

You hated this. You hated screaming and fighting. You hated living here. You hated your dad. You hated it, hated it, hated it.

You wanted to go out and be with your mom. But you knew better then to do that. The last time you did, you just made things worse. You don't know after how long, it could have been several minutes or several hours, but your mom knocked on your door to tell you to pack and that you're leaving. The rest of the time went down in a haze and before you knew it, you both were standing in front of your aunt's house.

After dropping off Charlie, you and Pentious went around shops to try and resell those fixed products and let Vaggie show Husk around a little. You successfully managed to resell some of the products.

After that, you bought some cloths for the bartender. Husk had been nagging you nonstop to buy some booze since the beginning. So you did, but you made him use his puppy eyes first. Husk hated every second of that but he swallowed down his pride for booze. He was too far gone at that point.

After coming home, you received a delivery of the cards you ordered. You immediately got down to opening them after squealing in happiness.

"Please give me an Alastor card.. please give me an Alastor card..."

"You really want Alastor's card that badly?" Charlie said laughing and sitting next to you.

"Of course I do! He's my favourite character!" You mumbled while collecting the packs from the box. Suddenly you could feel eyes on you from the back. You sighed.

"Alastor I can feel your smugness from here, stop it." You turned around at the deer behind you.

'I didn't do anything dear. I'm just standing here and observing ' Alastor had shit eating grin in his face. 'Though I am very much charmed you consider me as your favourite.'

"Someone tell me what he's saying. I know he's enjoying this too much." You picked up a pack and finally opened it.

Niffty translated it for you. "Yeah well I liked you better when you were in a cartoon, not annoying my ass off."

The first holo card you got was of Charlie's. Charlie's face lit up seeing it and immediately showed it to Vaggie. You got Angel, tom treanch and a new character called lute in too. After opening three more packs, you were presented with holo Angel, Vellevette and razzle and dazzle. And you also found an ultra rare card of Lilith. Yet there was no sign of Alastor.

You were lucky enough to get normal cards for most of the cast present with you though. You handed them their own cards. Sighing you picked up the final pack and looked Alastor dead in the eye.

"You better be in here deer boy."

'Oh she means business this time angie.' Cherri chuckled leaning onto the spider. 'yeah and this shits hilarious to watch.' Both of their own cards were in front of them. Angel with his holo card and Cherri with the normal one.

"Is that a fucking condom you're holding there?" Husk was leaning down looking at Angel's card while pointing at it. Angel shot him a smug grin while wriggling his eyebrows. 'Yeah, it is. You like what you see here kitty?'

Husk didn't say anything and just knocked Angel away with a flick of his fingers. The corner of his lips turned up seeing how easily he can move angel away now.

'What, hey! What the fuck Husk?!'

"You deserved it."

With your heart pounding, you opened the last pack and pulled out the holo one. Others looked at you eagerly to see your reactions.

"I fucking got Alastor! Let's go!"

You jumped up on your bed from the excitement, surprising everyone.

"Look! Look! Alastor it's you!" You practically shoved the card in front of his face, making him take a step back. Before he could see clearly you took back the card to see it again while fangirling.

"Look at my little boy with all these creepy symbols around him! He's so pretty!" You were so happy that you couldn't care less that the real Alastor was right in front of you. Until Alastor nudged you on your head with his antlers and grabbed the card with his teeth.

"Hey, give it back!" You streached your hand to grab it but he turned around and placed the card on the table before you could do anything. He finally took a good look at his card. 'Hm, not bad.' You finally went to the table and snatched it back.

After you carefully stored the cards, you began preparing dinner while humming. Angel and Cherri was lazily sitting on the counter while looking at you.

'Hey Angel, how come we didn't transform yet? It sucks being in this form..'

'You tell me toots. That snake boy and kitty cat got to transform before I did. Now that's some bullshit right there.'

'There's gotta be some kinda link somewhere right?'

'There have to be! Wait..if we think about it... when they all transformed...they were all with (Y/n) right?'

'Shit, Angie you might be onto somethin'

You gave the guys their food. You had to drag Husk to the dinner table since he was passed out drunk on the couch. You called Pentious from outside as well. Recently he took on a new task. He volunteered to fix the shitty wooden sofa set you had. You were truly grateful for that.

During dinner, Cherri climbed on top of your right shoulder and Angel on left. You paused eating to look at them with confusion.

'We decided that we want to stay as close to (Y/n) we can from now on!' Cherri said making everyone squint their eyes at them.

"Uh, guys...can y'all tell me what they're saying?"

Charlie translated it for you making you even more confused.

"But why?"

'Because we want to!'

Everyone just shook their head thinking this pair was just being their usual chaotic self. But you realised they weren't joking when you went to sleep and they both cuddled up to you, declaring they'll sleep there. Normally you'd think this was cute, however there were two problems.

One, is that, you might move in your sleep and accidentally squish these small creatures. Especially Angel.

Two, they were laying on your chest....

"Angel..Cherri...can I ask why you decided THIS would be a good place to sleep on?"

'What? Ya got nice pair of tit's and they make a nice pillow.'

'Plus Husk slept too did't he?'

Niffty who was sitting beside you translated it making you go blush madly. You quickly shoved them both away and pulled the cover closer to yourself.

"Fuck no. Pervert! I was drunk that time! Either sleep on a pillow next to me or get out of my room!"

At last they both slept next to you after you scolded them for some time. Next two days went the same way. Angel and Cherri were with you everywhere. They even tried to sneak into your shower before you found out and kicked them out. Currently they were both sitting on top of your kitchen counter, munching on nuts and fruits lazily. Husk was making himself a burger currently.

'Nothin's working...where did we go wrong?'

'We definitely missed something. Our plan was bulletproof! We're just missing one key point...'

'We spent the whole last two days with 'er twenty four hours. I think we have seen and know everything about her already! We even know how she almost cried while editing her news'

'Or how she tilts her head when she doesn't understand something?' Cherri piped in.

'or when she sings when she thinks no one was listening.' Angel said laughing. 'Oh her face is priceless when she gets caught. She still sometimes forgets that she lives with a whole bunch of demons now.'

'Have you noticed the BL manga's of her's-'

They continued chatting like this for a while, pointing out small details that you do, things that you like or dislike and laughing amongst themselves.

'Haha...that girl really is something..'

'Yeah, She's completely my type.'

'Ya might want to confess quickly then. Otherwise I might just steal her first ' Angel said winking. Cherri scoffed and bumped him with her tail.

'Hey what gives? I thought you were gay?'

'I am, But who am I to resist a sweet thing like her. She's an exception.'

' You already have Alastor and Husk to fawn over. Leave (Y/n) to me bastard.'

'No can do sweetheart. First come, first serve'

They both looked at each others eyes for a second then burst out laughing. It might seem like they were joking from the front, but they both knew they were seriously attracted to you.

Suddenly they both got engulfed in golden light. Husk stopped in the middle of biting his burger and looked at them wide eyed. Now in place of the spider and the squirrel, there were two humans.

Angel and Cherri looked at each other, wide eyed. Angel opened his mouth first.

"Shit I think I know the key behind transforming!"

A.n: Now I know there are tons of fanarts of human Husk with White skin but I'll always headcannon Husk as a black man, the same colour as his VA. And I'll die on this hill defending that.

Plus it's refreshing to have different veraites of race and colour presented (⁠~⁠‾⁠▿⁠‾⁠)⁠~

Also might go on a little break since some of my important college exams are coming up. Hope ya enjoyed the chapter ~

Tag list: @legostars @glowinthedarkbones1150 @darifes @aria-tempest @rainbowcake1212 @luxylucylou

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imtotallyokandnormal · 7 months

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Hello!! May I request Sal Fisher x reader who is severely afraid of physical touch? Like to the point where it takes them a while to even touch someone with a piece of fabric in between their hand and the person. Also if the reader is seriously sarcastic, teasing and the type who laughs everything off but easily gets flustered at any sort of romance?

Maybe even the first time they touch Sal without some sort of fabric covering their hand.

Thank you!!

AH YAY MY FIRST SAL REQUEST!!! I'M SO EXCITED- okay so disclaimer first and foremost I am definitely not gonna pretend like I know what it's like to be afraid of physical touch, so I hope you enjoy this nonetheless. And if there's anything you'd want me to correct in this please let me know!

Reader: gn reader

Warnings: mentions of fears regarding touch (purposefully left vague), but don't worry it ends up in fluff, also sex joke I dunno if that counts for a warning

Image link: tell me about your guys' favorite holidays!

》☆Sal Fisher Dating a Touch Averse Reader☆《

- Sal hasn't ever seriously questioned why you didn't like to be touched. As far as he knew, whether it was a dislike or genuine fear or hatred, it wasn't his business and he didn't ever want to push you.

- One thing that drew him to you was your ability to take what you dish out. The way your sarcastic remarks could be met with the same intensity and it'd be laughed off and continued, an easy flow of lighthearted jabs. He liked that about you. There wasn't any malicious intent in the way you both joked, and you both understood.

- Though, this attitude you have always seemed to be a possible double-edged sword. You may be able to laugh things off, but he knew it could be a curtain for you, to hide how you really felt about certain things. Especially when it came to touch. He always had a feeling there was something more to it than you were expressing. He knew those feelings all too well.

- So, he worked around it. Whenever you came over to the house he made sure everyone else knew you were coming, just to be sure any possible touchiness would be kept to a minimum. He gave you your own designated spot on the couch, or even your own chair to yourself.

- One thing he learned was that doing things for you felt just as good as any touch that he could give you. Making you a nice cup of your favorite drink, giving you dumb things that reminded him of your inside jokes, small things to show he cares. And trust me, he thinks it's very cute when you get embarrassed about it (he teases you lightly about it).

- It'd be a surprise if one day you wanted to try physical affection with him. Whatever your reasoning might have been, Sal would ask if that's really alright with you and it's definitely what you want. The last thing he would want is to cross a boundary.

- He'd suggest starting out slow with touching hands, maybe getting a pair of gloves for you both to wear. He figures from what he's learned about you it might be easier if the contact wasn't direct and had sort of a shield. He'd also suggest a kind of safeword (not the sexual kind, but you should totally pick on him for that).

- Oh, don't you worry about any reactions you might have during this either. Strong reactions, subtle, whether you flinch away slightly or start having big physical reactions to it, he'd be patient. No matter what it was, he spoke to you softly and drew away if it was too much.

- If you were alright with it, he'd gradually let you get used to his touch. This is only during times where you're prepared and he makes sure you can back out any time. Eventually, if you felt good about it, he'd ask you if you wanted to try touching hands with the gloves off.

- It didn't matter how much time it took. It didn't matter if it took forever. In every way, at every step of the way, Sal was so deeply proud of you. As soon as both of your hands met for the first time he couldn't hold back his smile, knowing that he'd earned your trust enough to do this with him.

- No matter how much physical contact you can handle, Sal makes sure to work with you every step of the way.

#sally face x reader #sally face #sally fisher #sal fisher #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher x y/n #f/o community #f/o imagines #imagine your f/o #f/o #gn reader

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fayes-fics · 8 months

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Call Me

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, modern AU

Summary: When you are parted from Benedict, he guides you through pleasuring yourself....

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, phone sex, dirty talk, masturbation, use of sex toy.

Word Count: 3.5k

Authors Note: this is a very belated request fill for the talented and lovely @broooookiecrisp from her ask HERE, where Benedict guides the reader through masturbation. She also chose the pic above, which looks very modern Benedict in Tuscany :) I hope you enjoy this story, my lovely. Thanks to @colettebronte for reading this through & @eleanor-bradstreet for the title. Enjoy! <3

The Facetime call connects as you recline, wearing your noise-cancelling wireless headset.

“Hello darling,” that familiar smooth voice greets, “I've missed you.” His sigh is deep and heartfelt. With the volume up, it sounds like he is lying right with you, but then it's in both ears; the stereo effect makes your tummy feel warm.

“I've missed you too,” you hum, toying with the corner of the duvet you lay under. You are so happy he secured an artist retreat residency in Tuscany for the week, but you miss him terribly. He's only been gone a few days, but it feels like forever.

“I'm sorry this has to be an audio call; the wifi here is shockingly slow and the phone reception non-existent; I thought it better to sacrifice a blocky video for crystal clear audio,” he explains. “You will just have to imagine my face,” he adds with a soft laugh.

Indeed, your mind fills with images of his handsome face; you can even picture the gentle, lopsided grin you can hear in his tone.

“Are you somewhere private?” you ask, a little nervous.

“Yes. Why do you ask?” his question shifting into that lower cadence that fires all the butterflies.

“I miss you,” you offer again, hoping perhaps he can intuit what you are asking for, drawing your knees up, the cotton sheet catching on your heels as you do so.

“I miss you too,” he echoes again, “but I don't think that needs to be said in private,” his tone laconic.

He knows exactly where your thoughts have slid, but he's playing innocent. He always goads you into pushing to speak your mind, to voice your desires, and tonight is no different—gently coaxing you to profess what you want.

“I want you to talk to me,” your voice with a slight waver that betrays a hidden meaning in the words.

“I am,” the timbre makes the little earphones in your ear almost vibrate, and a frisson runs down your spine.

“No…” you hesitate, “talk to me,” emphasising the word.

“If you want something from me, darling, all you have to do is ask,” his tone a dark lilting tease now.

“Talk to me like you do when we are intimate,” you rush out on an exhale.

His rich chuckle makes your nipples pebble without so much as a touch. “Now we are getting somewhere….” he buzzes. “Are you going to touch yourself for me while I do, hmm?”

You bite your lip but can't disguise the whimper that escapes. You close your eyes and flick the volume up two notches on your phone, throwing it aside so both hands are available.

“I want you to tell me what to do,” you breathe, pushing the duvet down your body, feeling heated.

You hear the noise that catches deep in his throat; it's thick and desirous, and you thank the technology gods for headsets with this level of quality.

“What are you wearing?” he rumbles.

“Nothing…” you confess, knowing it's breathy and wanton.

“Oh god, yes,” his rushed response, a reflex that makes you clench your thighs together, loving how affected he is just by that simple statement. “Where are you?”

“In our bed.”

“Under the covers?”

“I was, but now I'm feeling hot, so I've pushed them aside. It's just me… naked… uncovered… alone… resting on your pillow…”

With each little phase, you can hear his breathing getting more pronounced. “Why my pillow?”

“It smells like you,” you answer.

“Does that turn you on?” his voice going tight.

“Yes, oh god, Ben, yes, it does.”

He growls lightly when you say his name, the noise in your ears so loud it makes you squeak, a hand straying to your breast.

“Guide me, please; I need to imagine it's your hands on me. “Draw me a mental picture as clear and evocative as one of your beautiful paintings.”

“Hmmmm,” his thoughtful hum runs right through your body with the volume up. “How about we take this slow, build to something? I have a painting I worked on earlier today. Would you like me to describe it to you? Describe how I would paint you into it?”

“Yes! Yes, please,” you enthuse quickly, desperate for his artistry in all senses of the word.

“It's Tuscany, a sun-drenched summer’s day,” his storytelling is always spellbinding, so you settle back into the pillows as if listening to a private audiobook made just for you. “The sky is azure blue; the fields are bright, verdant green. Olive trees dot the rolling hills all around. Right in the middle is a small vineyard. A gentle slope of neatly rowed vines, the leaves canopying bunches of ripened grapes, drooping heavily, ready for harvest.”

As he speaks, you spider your fingertips over your collarbone, imagining the heat of the sun on your skin.

“The grass between the vine rows is lush and thick, a balm from the heat,” his sonorous voice continues at a lush pace. “That is where I would paint you, lying on that hillside. The cool blades tickling your back as the sun bakes your skin.”

“What am I wearing, Benedict?” you inquire, gently biting your lip as your hands stray lower onto the swell of your breast, so enchanted by the picture he paints.

“Exactly what you are right now,” he responds with a slight hitch.

“Nothing?” you gasp, the idea suddenly so risque but more beguiling.

“That's right,” he rumbles. “I would paint you utterly nude.”

You brush lightly around your own areola, writhing gently under your own touch.

“Are you with me, Benedict? In this vineyard?” your breath quickening.

“How else am I going to paint you unless I am there too?” he teases gently. “And guess what I would be doing while I'm painting?”

“What?” goosebumps on your arms with anticipation, your fingers moving concentric circles.

“I would tell you to touch yourself, just as I am now. There is nothing I want to paint more than you in the throes of ecstasy,” he exhales raggedly. “You are beautiful, wild, glorious….”

“I want that too,” you rush out. “Why have you never done it before?”

He chuckles richly; the sound feels like a shimmer over your body. “Because it would be impossible to be near you when you are naked and not to touch you,” his admission is almost rueful.

“I wish you were with me,” it’s wistful.

“I am,” he assures. “just remember hmm? Sunny hillside, naked, the sun on your skin and me there with you. Now, darling, I can tell you are already doing something; I can hear the quirk in your breath. Tell me, tell me in detail.”

“I’m..” you hesitate, “...I’m touching my nipples,” you rush out, finally letting your fingers trail over the nub, pebbling hard as he moans lightly.

“Oh yes,” he stutters, “don’t stop. Give them a gentle pinch for me. Between your finger and thumb…” he waits for your little hiss, and then he hums, “Mmm, does that feel good?”

“Yessss,” you hiss.

“Imagine it’s my fingers, darling,” he requests, and you do.

You think of how it feels when his hands cup your breast, as you do now, and tease your nipples until you beg him to stop. You hear his breath catching in his throat as you make tiny little needy noises and tilt up a fraction off the bed, teasing yourself as he does.

“That’s it,” he encourages. “Now wet your fingers, suck on them…”

You know he can hear the wet, suckling noise right in his earpiece as you do as commanded, returning your fingers and painting the dampness over your skin as it puckers heavily under the sensation.

“Now pinch yourself just a little harder; imagine it’s my tongue and teeth; I know how much you like it when I suck hard and just a gentle bite….”

“Ben…” you murmur his name as you move, your head rolling on the pillow, eyes fluttering.

“Fuckkk,” you hear him mutter, losing his composure. It makes something inside you catch fire, a tingle between your legs buzzing harder.

“What next?” you beseech, wanting this to go quicker but at the same time to never stop.

“Slide your fingers down over your ribs, my love,” he stumbles a little, and you hear a squeak as if he is changing position.

“Tickles,” you giggle, and Benedict laughs softly with you.

“I know. I love to run the tip of my nose there,” he divulges, “or I may use a firmer touch. Do that, darling. Sweep your whole palm down, and feel the rise and fall with your breathing as you go.”

You do as asked, the heavier touch centring you somehow as your hand slips onto your tummy.

“Take your time, but don’t stop moving lower, darling,” he lectures. “You know I never do.”

It is so low it echoes around your whole being. Your thighs fall open, a trickle escaping your body.

“Oh god, I’m burning for you, Ben,” it’s out before you can stop it.

“Where?”

“You know where,” you obfuscate.

“I'm not there, remember? I need you to paint me a picture. I know you can do it. Don’t worry. No one can hear us; it’s just you and me. Missing each other.” His gentle, loving reassurance is the push you need.

“Between my legs,” you stutter under his coaxing.

“Are you wet for me?” he queries, panting a little.

“Yes,” you disclose quietly.

“Are you touching yourself?”

“Not yet,” you swirl your fingers through the patch of hair, almost as if waiting for his permission to touch.

“You want me to tell you exactly what to do, don’t you?” He intuits.

“Please,” you croak.

“Okay. I just have one condition…” he tapers off, temptingly, knowing he has you on tenterhooks.

“What?” the question is breathy, impatient.

“You have to be loud for me,” he petitions. “Don’t you dare hold back; I want to hear it all.”

“Okay, I promise,” you whisper, your clit pulsing, aching to be touched.

“Alright….” He begins as you hear more sounds like he is getting into position in bed himself, a slight rustle of cotton. “Bend your legs, bring your heels up high right near your bottom…”

You do as instructed.

“Now, splay your knees out wide.”

Again you follow to the letter, feeling the cool air swirling around your exposed, damp slit.

“Reach behind your head and then slide my pillow under your hips…,” he continues in that sinful tone.

“Why?” You check even as you do as asked.

“Because I want my pillow to smell like your pussy when I get home,” he snarls. The untamed way he says it, so loud in your ears, makes you squeak. He has no shame in being explicit, even if you often flounder to do the same.

Now, with your hips raised, it’s easier to touch yourself; likely, he thought about that, too.

“Mmm, are you comfortable again?” he checks.

“Yes,” you confirm, hand slipping to where it was before.

“Good, now take your middle finger and slide it lower,” he instructs. “Keep going until you find that little clit of yours,” you swear he has entered an even throatier register now, each word like dark silk cloaking you.

As your finger pad slides over that spot, you can’t help the little ohhhh that escapes your lips.

“Oh yes, you’ve found it, haven’t you? Now slide a little lower, hook that finger, and pull back up.”

You do as told and moan as your finger immediately snags the most sensitive spot.

“Oh fuck yes,” you can hear the shudder in his tone, how affected he is, making you fizz too. The self-consciousness melts away as his precise instructions root you into your body, letting your mind shut off all the thoughts and worries—just focussed on the present.

“Swirl that finger gently for me, baby,” he compels, “anticlockwise.”

Instantly, your body responds as if it were his touch. You breathe deep as you keep moving, the slickness of your desire easing your motions.

“Are you swelling just a little?” he sounds more urgent now.

“Yes,” you confirm, your clit swelling under your touch as you picture him, his face hovering over you, imagining his fingers teasing you as his lips slid hot over your neck.

“Oh god, I love when you get all swollen and puffy and flushed right there for me,” he groans lewdly, and it’s a beeline straight to your pussy. It convulses around nothing, leaking over your bottom cheeks and onto his pillow. You call his name louder, squirming bodily, something tugging inside. Your body craves him—to be fucked, invaded, pushed open, pounded until it aches from that delicious stretch.

“Fuck I need you, Ben,” you moan as your fingers move faster, sliding over that little pearl. “I need you to fuck me so hard.”

“I want that, but not yet,” he grits out, your declaration seeming to fuel him. “Imagine it’s my tongue, darling, lathing against your clit, drinking up all that beautiful juice. You always taste divine, like a slightly tart peach, sweet but sharp.”

Your mind supplies images of just that, his slightly stubbled jaw rubbing against the sensitive skin of your labia as he has to use both hands to hold you open to his onslaught, your legs reflexively wanting to close up around his head at the powerful sensations you feel, your fingers running into his lush head of hair, nails scraping along his warn scalp, praising his skill.

“When I tell you to, you grab your vibrator, baby.” he interrupts your reverie.

“Yes,” you comply, knowing it is tucked safely under your pillow beside you.

“For now, keep rubbing for me; go faster,” he implores. “Let me hear you, your beautiful voice….”

You speed up, changing motions as he guides you to do so. Softly chanting his name as you notch higher up that invisible ladder. But he knows your body so well—knows with absolute precision when to shake things up, as he does now.

“STOP!!!” he instructs harshly.

You instantly halt ministrations, whining, hearing his laboured breaths loud in your ear, your fingers frozen inches above your folds.

“Oh, are you pulsing baby? Are you so close to coming?” he sounds proud, almost smug.

“Yesssss… please let me continue,” you plead, lungs heaving.

“No,” he menaces as your hand wanders over your thighs to stop the temptation to defy him, feeling the quiver in your muscles.

“Where has your other hand been?” he quizzes.

“Gripping the sheets,” you admit as he huffs a laugh about your honesty.

“Now swap. Touch your clit with that hand,” he tutors.

“What about my other hand? It's soaked,” you confess abashed.

“I know, baby, we are going to put it to good use. Slide two of those soaked fingers inside your pussy for me,” he instructs, so low that every word buzzes in your bones.

You call out his name as you slide two fingers deep into your own soaked pussy, rippling around your touch, a lewd, squelching sound as you do so.

“Oh fuck… I think I heard that,” he inhales sharply.

“You,” you assert, “you did this to me.”

He makes a feral noise in response, breathing in harsh gusts.

“Fuck yourself,” he growls, “fuck yourself with your fingers.”

Your movements are instinctual now, following his words to the letter. Shame melted away under the heat of desire. For him, for this. To come so damn hard you scream the walls down. Plunging your fingers as deep as you can reach, over and over. Your hips are pushed high off the bed, shoulder blades and feet taking your weight as you race greedily towards your peak, forehead and the back of your neck dewy from the exertion. Thinking of his fingers buried inside, of how, when it’s him, he holds you down with a solid quad muscle over your thigh, doesn’t let you buck up as you are now.

“Please, Ben. I need your cock,” you bumble, uncensored, whimpering that you can’t quite reach as deep as he can, reach that spot that makes you babble utter nonsense and white out with pleasure.

“Grab that vibrator y/n. Fuck yourself properly,” he orders gruffly.

You release your clit and fumble under your pillow for it, a slight sound of victory catching in your throat as you do so.

Without preamble, you thrust it inside yourself, just as he would with his cock when he knows you are this mindless. The stretch isn’t as good as him, not the same weight and heat, but it still feels like a heavenly sensation in your heightened state. Your noises staccato as you take it all on board, pausing slightly to get used to the invasion.

“Did I say you could stop?” he interrogates.

Without riposte, you scramble to obey, withdrawing the vibe then sinking it back in, attempting to ape one of his rhythms, the sense memory of him moving inside you making you moan loudly.

“That’s it. Does that feel good?” his voice practically a purr.

“Yes, but not as good as you,” you answer, missing the feel of him surrounding you when you are fucking. Skin, sweat, scent, weight, the feeling of another body covering or moving under yours.

“I know, darling. I promise it will be me soon. I’ll be home in a few days,” he pledges, breathing hard.

“Will you fuck me as soon as you are home?” you implore, wanting nothing more in this moment.

“Yes, baby. I’ll take you in the hallway if you want,” he vows, his cadence desperate.

“Please…” that word is all you can stutter as the hand controlling the vibe becomes a frenzy, your pussy clinging to its mass as if it were his cock.

“Don’t forget that engorged clit,” he reminds. “I need you to rub it as hard as you can with that other hand,” his voice is becoming more broken. “Im fucking you right now,” he avows roughly, “It's me, darling, fucking you so hard. And you feel so so good clenching around my cock…”

You belatedly realise he may be touching himself, may have his cock in his hand as he walks you to orgasm. It makes your thighs tremble and clamp around your hands.

“Are you touching yourself too, Ben?”

“Yessss”, he hisses. Below the sound of your joint panting, you can hear the faint sound of skin slapping lightly as he fucks his fist.

It’s that image in your mind - him sprawled naked on a bed, skin sunkissed against the crisp white sheets, in a thick stone-walled Tuscan villa, the scent of wildflowers and the lush sound of crickets wafting through the open shutters - that hurtles you towards completion. Imagining yourself right there with him, gripping the wrought iron bed frame as he fucks so deep you can’t help but scream his name and shudder as it is his fingers snagging over your clit rather than your own.

The next few moments are a frenzied blur as, after some last gasps, you emit a long, loud scream as you come so hard, convulsing around the facsimile of his cock, your clit jumping under your touch, dimly aware he is still streaming filthy, needy encouragements that descend into gruff noises as he follows you over, the tell-tale sound of that final moment when he comes so loud against your eardrums as if he is right there slumped around you, his lips hot on your neck.

There is nothing but gulping breaths as both recover, feeling no shame, just a bone-deep satisfaction that makes you languid and heavy, not wanting to move, just curl up and sleep, a t-shirt of his you grabbed earlier your companion in his absence.

“Fuck I came so hard,” he sounds almost sheepish as it sounds as if he is cleaning up his torso.

“Me too,” you concur, little ripples of fire still running down your legs and arms, oversensitive to any stimuli; even the bedding feels almost too much.

“I want you to come again, but you sound sleepy,” he assesses correctly, and you hum in agreement.

“Too sleepy,” you slur the words as you turn onto your side and fling away the toy to be dealt with another time.

His amused sound is rich and warm. “Curl up, my love,” you once again find yourself carrying out his bidding without conscious thought.

“How long until you are home, Ben?” you mumble after a stifled yawn.

“Thirty-three hours,” you can hear the affectionate, lazy smile as he says it.

“Too long,” you lament gently into his t-shirt, the citrus-woodsy scent of him a comfort.

“Next time, come with me; it's beautiful here,” he murmurs ardently.

“I may love it there too much,” you jest, “I may never want to leave.”

“If you were here with me, I may never want to either,” he imparts softly.

You just hum contentedly. “Will you stay on with me?” you ask quietly, “until we fall asleep?”

“I never planned for anything but,” he responds fondly, a warmth blooming behind your ribs at his words.

And that is how you drift off, whispering sweet nothings as you slip into a restful slumber. The call only disconnects hours later when your batteries run out as you both sleep soundly.

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Cry.

Warnings: mentions of violence, attempted s/a, gore and blood, descriptions of ptsd and trauma. Do not read if these things trigger you.

word count: 3.3k

A Daryl Dixon x reader comfort/angst fic that is void of pointless plot [except for backstory] and is based off of two things:

The song Cry. by Cigarettes After Sex, and this. [all credit is given to ms. genna dixon, her work creating this audio inspired me to write this, and i hope she enjoys reading this fic as well!]

a/n: This fic has been sitting in my drafts collecting dust and I thought, with the help of madi, that it should finally be given to the fanfic world. I hope you all enjoy, and I'm sorry for whatever feelings arise from reading this. I'm also just really fucking proud of this fic and I really hope everyone enjoys.

Stepping outside, the chilled air from battering rainfall hits your skin, pouring down upon familiar streets. It's about that time of year for cold rain and harsher temperatures, before warmer ones commenced, flipping the forever rain into sunshine.

Pulled away finally from the events going on indoors, the fresh air immediately fills your chest, inhaling until you couldn't anymore. Boots creak under the wooden deck as you saunter closer to the ceaseless precipitation before you back away.

The wooden picnic table a certain archer built was the first thing you spot, up against the wall of the house. You sit, pulling the jean-covered legs in to your chest, to comfort yourself and the way you felt. The pressure of your body scrunched together was relieving for a bit, but it just wasn't working as well as you wanted it to.

Gaze focused on the gravel in the street, a hand rests across your forehead, head reliving a certain memory, one that's kept you sleeping on the couch at night, instead of in bed with your partner. One whom you shared this very house with.

In the moment, it's difficult to distinguish what's real life or imaginary, and the next thing you know, your eyes are squeezed shut to try and shake the images from your mind.

It fails, the man's face already burned into the backs of your eyelids, whether you wanted it to be, or not.

He’s glaring into you, the same way a predator takes notice of it's prey.

With a half-cocked ego and a group of men that listen to his rules, he'd been ruthless.

Your throat dries up, chin trembling with the vulnerability that painted your now shivering body in restless dread. The vile laugh he’d let out reverberated in your mind, pit in your stomach already deepening, the familiar fucking feeling returning to your chest like it was happening all over again.

Though, that could never happen, because the same man whose face had been taunting your sleep ended up on the ground with his throat bitten out by one Rick Grimes.

You owed it to him for saving your lives that night. so much so, that Daryl got more than a little jealous sometimes.

Oh yeah, Daryl.

Your Daryl.

The one you'd fallen for ever since he’d been in the camp, risking his life constantly for the benefit of your group, getting close enough to call you all his family. Especially you.

Daryl, your person, soulmate, best friend, lover, family. He was the only man you saw yourself next to in a world plagued with the dead.

He was there that night, as well. The night of the claimers.

That day the prison fell was one you spent all day and night running with Daryl and Beth to save your lives.

Out of nowhere, Beth was gone, taken in a white car with a cross on the back. You and Daryl ran in the direction the car sped off down for what felt like hours, even after the sun came up.

The powerful sprint the both of you had started off at slowed to a jog, stopping every few minutes until it turned into a walk. You continued going until your bodies downright collapsed on each other's, in the middle of a random road with no idea as to where you were. Your breath wasn't even caught yet before you heard a group of footsteps in the surrounding area.

That's when they came out of the woods and fucked everything up.

The moment they finally came into view, there was something more about the looks on their face that gave away this was premeditated. You figured after a while that they had waited and watched for you both to get worn down from running, that way you didn't have the strength to fight back, even if you wanted to. They moseyed around the both of you, creating a circle of men with no escape.

Which should have been your first sign.

For the next few days, you and Daryl rolled with this group of men that called themselves the claimers, in order to get by on the road before you found your people again. It was part of surviving, making it day to day after the prison fell, determined to find your family again. Daryl thought differently, losing hope in ever finding them, especially after Beth had gone missing.

You stayed extra close to Daryl those days, in fear of what would happen to you if one of the men caught you alone.

The timid act was only to protect yourself, a front you put up so that the men didn't actually speak to or threaten you. When you were spoken to though, you answered to avoid being ‘dropped several times over’, the groups code for being beaten either nearly, or fully to death.

One night, you wondered why there weren't any women in their group, though sooner or later you had figured out why there probably shouldn't be.

Their name is the fucking claimers, what did you expect. It's the way they claim ownership over something, or god forbid.. someone.

All they did when the men realized you two were together was laugh astonishingly loud, calling you a fair share of misogynistic names. Though, nothing changed the way they looked at you.

They didn't back off away from you, either. Only kept staring at you, when you pretended they weren't, muttering sick shit under their breath to entertain the other men.

Daryl came to your defense, threatening each of the men that even stepped too close to you. Those were the nights you were held so close to him, you could've sworn you were part of him now. In a way, you were. But it was one that Daryl wanted to keep for himself, and nobody else.

Daryl was so hell-bent on protecting you those days, he would've done anything. He came as close as starting a fight with one of the men when they wouldn't stop badgering you.

The men didn't back off until Daryl figured out the way to get all of them to leave you and him alone. It was something Joe had said about how the group works, to which Daryl himself said he wouldn't do.

Though he knew in that moment, it was the only way.

"She's claimed."

Most days, you think about what could have happened in that situation way too often. They reoccur in your nightmares, bombarding your brain every time you were finally shut your eyes at night.

Then, it echoes through your head throughout the day, during passing moments when your every being wasn't occupied with some other responsibility.

You had taken up a lot more of those recently, to keep your mind off the whole thing. You had to admit, it was wearing your body out, and the effect of your trauma didn't help at all.

Sure, you had seen every person in your group kill people before, but never the way Rick had that night.

Crimson painted across his face, practically dying his skin with its thickness. There's some on the fur of his jacket, you remember. Recalling the sheer look of terror you held, figure frozen in it's overwhelmed, cathartic state.

At this point in the world, you didn't know if living through a traumatic event as brutal as that one was worse than surviving every day after it, the whole thing reverberating in your head day in and day out.

The most horrific part of it, you think, wasn't the things they said to you days before, and it wasn't the unsettling feeling you got hearing Joe's voice.

It was the moment you hear, "Look, it's the guy who killed Lou."

One of the men in the group speaks out loud, running ahead with some of the group, while you and Daryl trail behind Joe as he catches up with them as well.

Joe had told Daryl about who Lou was a day or so ago, how some guy strangled him in a bathroom. Not curious about why he did it or who the guy was, you'd only listened to him go on about it from afar, aching pit in your stomach again.

The figures of three people camped out in the street were visible, not coming into your eyesight until you follow Daryl into the clearing.

Your eyes finally peel over to the people they've surrounded, and there was Rick and Michonne in the street, weapons aimed at them. There's a car in the road as well, one you realize Carl had been sleeping inside, one of them tapping on the passenger side window with a knife.

The way all three of them looked was terrified, but changed to disbelief when they saw you and Daryl, who pleaded for you to stay back, as he advanced towards Joe.

These people, you're gonna let 'em go. These are good people.

Daryl's words echoed in your head the moment he'd began bargaining with Joe, the nasty feeling you got earlier returning in the form of a racing heart and sweaty palms.

You want blood, I get it. Take it from me, man.

"Daryl, no.." The whisper you speak with is barely loud enough for you to hear over the shakiness of your breath. The only thing you focus on are the words Joe's saying, with the same dreaded feeling in your gut.

"This man killed our friend. You say he's good people. Now that right there, is a lie."

Rick yells out at the same time you do, as one man clocks Daryl in the gut, knocking the fucking wind out of him, another man restraining him as he gets dragged backwards.

Before you can move another foot, you hear the words, 'Teach him boys, teach him all the way.'

They were going to beat Daryl to death, and there was nothing you could do that wouldn't guarantee you wouldn't get the same beating. Backing away as the two men hauled him towards where you'd been standing, a shrill gasp left your chest, covering your mouth in surprise, tear rolling down your cheek.

It wasn't until you get to the other side of the car that you realize Carl's being taken out of it, as you stand at the rear end of the vehicle. As the man noticed you with Carl in his arms, he mutters something under his breath as he reaches for you with a gloved hand.

Feet dragging on the ground, he pulls you both into the clearing lit by the moon against the lanky trees that seemed to tower over the area.

Trying to pull the grown man off of him, you plead endlessly for him to hurt you over the boy. Before you realize he did more to push you off of him than he did to harm you, you'd been shoved to the dirt ground, next to Michonne.

Turning to the woman, your eyes locked in similar terror. These men were nothing like you'd ever met before. Any hope left inside you was washing away with each word out of Joe's mouth.

It isn't long before his cliché comes out, revealing his plan of what his men are going to do to each of you. Joe's talking into Rick's ear, but the tone of voice he used made it feel more like he was explaining to everyone about what was going to happen.

"First we're gonna beat Daryl to death, then we'll have the girls.. then the boy. Then I'm gonna shoot you.. and then we'll be square."

The only thing ringing in your ears was that fucking laugh of his.

Weak eyes pan over to the grunts coming from Daryl as he tries to fight off the two men who have been beating the life out of him for what felt like ages.

Each blow they landed on his torso, legs, face and back was like one to your own body, psyche shattering as Daryl cries out in pain.

"Let him go.."

Rick's hoarse voice speaks, gaze still on the two men beating up his best friend. It isn't until Rick repeats himself, a desperate, dry tone in his voice, that makes you rip your eyes away.

Your vision blurred for a moment before focusing your eyes on Rick again, his dilated pupils filling with rage. In one action, he jolts his head back into Joe's nose, the gun in his hand firing right by his ear.

The shot makes your stomach drop, instinctively flinching, watching him jump up from the ground and finally get a hit on him.

Though, Joe only retaliates with one, two, three blows to the sides of his torso, letting him roll around on the ground before he picks him up off of it. Rick wouldn't have been able to stand without Joe holding him, since beating the hell out of him.

"What the hell are you gonna do about it now, sport?"

You start to hear the same laugh again, before a second passes by and you realize it's stopped. The squelch of flesh rings out, and you realize what Rick's done.

You look up to see his face, drenched in the man's blood, spitting whatever he bit into out of his mouth. The moment settles and he's dropping him to the ground. Then, he goes for the man on top of his son. It isn't long until Rick's brutally stabbing him in the neck over and over, retaliation for hurting his people.

A few more shots fire out as you look over to Michonne taking down the man in front of her and one of the ones on Daryl, before he's punching the other one in the jaw and running to you, pleading to himself that they hadn't done anything to hurt you.

Before you know it, the archer's arms are wrapped around your body, bracing your back, one of his hands caressing the back of your head as well. It isn't until you pull back from his embrace to see the aftermath of being beat on that you break out into tears, his beautiful face bloody and bruised.

"Oh, Daryl.. your face.." your voice breaks on the last word, palms of his hands cupping your face softly, eyes shifting over your face to look for any blood or cuts. A hand wraps around his forearm as his hands cup your face, shushing you quietly.

Michonne holds her arms around Carl's head, and before you know it, Daryl's holding you the same way, one hand rubbing up and down your back.

Though your thoughts run ramped, you take a deep breath, slowly exhaling as the cool air in your lungs calms you the slightest bit.

You've been outside for a while now, long enough to have gotten caught in that traumatic memory. Being in your head for so long blinds you from the fact that Daryl's standing in front of you on the porch now.

Head still dropped, you see the boots he always wears a few feet away from where you were.

"Hey," his gruff voice calls out, your eyes slowly lifting to him, not getting farther than a glance to the side. He can immediately see the state you're in, pupils dilated and glossy from tears leaking down your face.

Eyes glancing back down, not daring to make eye contact, you aren't aware of where the archer is, focusing on the wood porch again.

You know Daryl's seen you like this before, but you only shy away because the event was too overwhelming.

“You alright?” he asks, the low drawl of his voice the first words you’ve heard in a while except for the sound of rain. He’s been sitting by your side, and you haven’t said a word.

Trying to speak, the lump at your throat prevents you from doing so, tongue choking back all the intrusive thoughts that tortured your mind. Your voice breaks in any attempt you had, stopping yourself.

Daryl sees your hesitation, reading your highly unstable state like a book. He scoots closer, more so now that you can feel the heat of his body pursue yours.

“Tell me the truth.” he whispers, his hand rubbing up and down your back, comforting amongst remembering the pain. His touch slows your heart rate and brings you out of your overwhelming head for a moment. The hand on your back is warm, spreading the heat around your entire body.

“I-I can’t..” You choke back the first tears attempting to escape your eyes, trying again to build up the wall that Daryl has so beautifully destroyed, all while he was falling in love with you.

“It’s okay.” He sighs, opening his arms wide to you.

You look to him, another tear falling down your cheek, his thumb swiping it away before your eyes meet his.

“Is it? It doesn't fucking feel like it..” Your nose sniffles as you ask, and when he nods, it’s the most reassuring feeling in the world when he does.

Knowing that everything you're thinking now wont matter one day, grounds you to Earth again. It pulls you from your thoughts, and you try to focus on the man in front of you, wanting to cry into his shoulder as much as you wanted to pepper his face with kisses.

“Come here.” He beckons you towards his body, the warmth of his chest radiating off of him. You climb into his lap, arms wrapping around his neck. Your breath hitches against his chest, and he feels it too, the final push of your walls breaking down around him.

For the first time, you feel free. You feel seen, and you feel loved.

“I know.” He can't fathom the thoughts running through your head, nor what he could do to make sure you never felt this way again.

Daryl has his fair share of trauma from his life experiences before he met you, but after what you've experienced on this constant road together, you find yourselves closer than ever. You and Daryl are both connected through this, intensely and irrevocably.

“Daryl, please dont leave.” You sniffle again, trying to hide the fact that your resolve is breaking and the desire to hide how you really feel diminishes like the crush of an egg shell. It's now that you realize you can’t hide it from him anymore.

“I'm right here.” It’s then your resolve breaks, a muffled sob escaping you as tears drench the cloth of his dark shirt. Your quivering voice fill his ears, one sob after another, making it difficult to breathe at how much you're hyperventilating. Your hands grip at his clothing, palms turning white with how hard you squeeze, nails pressing into your skin to feel something again. Something other than this.

In a moment, Daryl’s touch soothes you in a way you never knew was possible. Nothing else mattered in this moment, other than him being there to comfort you.

All the love and care you had for him were a couple of the reasons your walls that had once been built up began to crack.

“Yeah?” you choke back another sob, and his soft blue eyes meet yours. They're like a deep sea, and with the first glance, you're lost in them all over again. Each time you get caught in his eyes, it's like you're diving into his deep blues like a bottomless pool.

“Yeah.” his hand caresses your cheek softly, palm warm to your touch still, after being in the cold rain.

“Always.” he starts to wipe the tears from your face and you know in that moment he sees you as you truly are. A smile comes easier after a moment of letting yourself feel everything you'd been holding back for what felt like weeks.

“I love you.” He presses a kiss to your hair and you look up at him.

“I love you, Daryl.” Your lips press to his in a delicate kiss, the softness lingering even after you pull away.

“I’ll be here as long as ya need.” Pushing up against his body, the weight of yours lies against him as the rain continued to pour.

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hypnoneghoul · 5 months

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Christmas Ghouls 5/10

WC: 1095

Relationship: Dewdrop & Rain

Tags: Fluff, gift giving

Notes: For Kirst <3

Read under the cut or on AO3.

This year Rain and Dewdrop had a different plan for the Chrsistmas gift giving. There wouldn’t be any surprise presents. What they’d do was something they talked about and have been considering for months.

Dewdrop was Rain’s, and Rain was Dewdrop’s, in so many ways. They were connected, bonded on deepest possible levels, their souls and hearts tied together with Lucifer-forged chains. They have been wearing each other’s marks for ages, always eager to renew the old ones and add some more. But there was something that, even after all this time, still seemed like a big step for them, in case of their relationship.

It was a mix of human and ghoulish tradition—exchanging rings and melding them onto each other’s horns to wear forever.

They picked simple designs, not very ornate. They’d both be silver, Rain’s with pieces of carnelian stone (pspsps), and Dewdrop’s with azurite (look here). Simple, but carrying great meaning, sentiment and symbolism.

Both ghouls were extremely nervous, worried that the other would decide it was too much and quit at the very last moment. Of course, neither would even consider that, but their insecurities, doubts and fears were always there.

They decided to do it the night before their whole pack would have their annual Christmas dinner. They’d show up with the rings on like a surprise, having not told the rest about their plan.

“Gonna be all wifed up now,” Dewdrop said, turning Rain’s ring over in his hand. He was smiling, but his eyes betrayed the anxiety.

“It's you who's the wife in this relationship,” the water ghoul scoffed and winked from where he was sitting on his desk, legs kicking.

“Oh no,” his mate protested, “you're way more wife coded.”

“Wife coded?” Rain snorted, raising his eyebrows. He paused the fidgeting of his hands as Dewdrop came closer, stepping in between the other’s legs. “Where did you even get that from?”

“Twitter. And they agree over there.”

“With what?”

“You being wife coded.” He wrapped his arms around Rain’s waist loosely, looking up at him. “A bunch of people also want to get you pregnant.”

“WHAT!?” the water ghoul giggled, and if Dewdrop could tattoo the image of him laughing and smiling from up close on his brain, he would.

“Yeah.” Dewdrop shrugged. “Well, if anything you'd be the one getting me pregnant but let them have their fun, right?”

“Dew!? Oh god,” he brought a hand up to cover his eyes and shook his head. Dewdrop continued to giggle quietly, his shoulders shaking. “Wait, hold up, though. If I'm the wife then you're what, the husband? No, if I'm a wife you are, too.”

“Great, and now we're lesbians,” the fire ghoul deadpanned, but bursted into a full body laugh after not more than three seconds. Rain followed a heartbeat after and they ended up laughing like maniacs, Dewdrop falling forward with his head against his mate’s chest.

After a while they managed to calm down. The laugh made the earlier tension dissipate, and both ghouls silently thanked the other for being so… silly. They were just silly.

“Anyway,” Dewdrop was the one to break the silence. “Do we… do this?”

“Yeah,” Rain sighed. “Yeah, we do.”

The water ghoul picked up Dewdrop’s ring again, from where it was laying next to him on the desk. He looked it over, examining, one more time and lifted his hand, eyebrows furrowing in an unspoken question. His mate nodded with a reassuring smile painted on his face, and Rain—his hands were absolutely not shaking—dropped the ring over Dewdrop’s left horn. It slid down to around the half of its length and Rain smoothed a thumb over it, pressing down on it just a bit to make it settle securely.

“Pretty,” he mumbled.

Dewdrop lifted his own hand to touch it, grinning when his fingers met Rain’s. “Your turn, wifey.”

Rain couldn’t hide the deep blush that creeped up his cheeks at the word. Maybe he did like that. Just a bit.

The fire ghoul winked, noticing that, but his own face wasn’t any better—he was equally flushed. Dewdrop took the other ring and reached up to slide it down Rain’s horn, mirroring his mate’s earlier action of thumbing over it and nestling it down.

“Okay, uhm…” he cleared his throat, “you should at least check in the mirror if you like it before I make it… well, permanent.”

Rain chuckled, more than sure, but he knew him looking it over first would reassure his mate. Pressing a quick kiss to Dewdrop’s forehead, he hopped off the desk and padded over to the mirror on his wardrobe. The fire ghoul joined him, and both their smiles grew impossibly wider at the visual.

“They’re perfect,” Rain whispered, eyes shining with tears and affection for his little mate.

Silence fell for a few short moments, but then Dewdrop grunted, “Ugh.”

“What?”

“I just got an extremely sappy thought,” he giggled, making Rain scoff, but laugh too.

“You’re impossible.” He smacked his arm playfully.

“Oh, well. Do you wanna…” Dewdrop waved a hand over his horns, “you know? Before I chicken out.”

“No way I just heard you imply you might chicken out,” the water ghoul grabbed his heart dramatically. His mate just rolled his eyes. “The almighty Dewdrop?”

“Oh, shut up already,” he spat, but didn’t have time for further light-hearted insults when Rain suddenly dropped to his knees before him, making Dewdrop gasp.

“Do it, baby.” He took his hand and pressed his cold lips to it, before guiding it to his ringed horn. Dewdrop swallowed heavily, calling upon his infernal power.

The rings were made of silver, but the inside was lined with metal of a lower melting temperature. That way, when Dewdrop would heat it up, it’d melt just enough to fill the cracks in the ghoul horns’ rough texture and make it hold.

“Are you–” he wanted to ask for clarification one more time, but Rain didn’t let him.

“I love you, Dewdrop,” he told him, for the millionth time. Taking a deep breath, the fire ghoul closed his fist around his horn and just did it. Just like that, a few seconds and it was done.

“I love you, Rainy,” he mumbled, pulling his hand away to repeat the process on his own ring. “Merry Christmas.”

Before Rain even stood up, Dewdrop’s part was done, too.

“Merry Christmas,” the water ghoul laughed, dragging his mate into a deep kiss. “What about we make it a real wedding night now, Droplet?”

“Take me to bed then,” he purred. “Wifey.”

#hypnone writes #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #raindrop

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akpaley · 1 month

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Iokhar returns to you as promised. You are early. You laugh at how you spent your afternoon envious of Kalidas' audience. Would you have preferred he serviced your needs before his duty? You ask him which of your needs he is prepared to service.

I liked the energy of the sketch for this but also basically every step of this image took fucking forever. You don't want to know how many attempts were made at covering up the walls and railing before I bit the bullet and just figured out how to do them properly.

Anyways.

I'm currently sitting on a small collection of Kaijja drawings that are, I guess I'll say significantly hornier than this one, and given that this is unusually sexy for where my blog tends to live I don't know if those will end up getting posted, even though none of them are like. Outright smut. Just nudity and the general presence of sexuality. If they do it will probably also be under the cut under some other Kaijja related thing.

#d&d #d&d character #digital art #sketch #Inland Sea Campaign #Kaijja #Iokhar

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kira-fluff · 2 years

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i will not be able to sleep for the rest of my life if i dont know how yamaguchi and nishinoya react to you walking in on THEM changing 🥸

a/n: *swipes hand across brow*, *cracks knuckles* my time has come. btw this is essentially the karasuno pack // p.s. - i'm hoping you got some sleep lol if you like this prompt: pt. 1 ; walking in on you changing: pt. 1 pt. 2 pt. 3 tw: obvi nsfw, extremely suggestive, cursing

accidentally walking in on them changing - haikyuu!! x reader

yamaguchi tadashi "d-d-don't come in!!"

says this as you are already staring at his very, very naked body. honestly though, who knew tadashi had fucking abs? and little moles and freckles decorate his shoulders and upper torso.. you want to kiss each and every one of them. the longer you stare, the more flushed his face gets as he's waiting for you to, ya know, leave. he doesn't have the heart to tell you to leave, so he instead gets redder as he sees your eyes darken and you subtly (not-so-subtly) drag your lip across the seam of your mouth. yeah, this image is staying in your mind forever. when you're finally out of your trance, you flush and apologize. yamaguchi being yamaguchi immediately holds out his hands, shaking them and saying, "no, it's really no big deal! i mean, i don't mind at all!" ....oh? his eyes widen in realization. lol, he's always such an open book. i mean, it was uncomfortable, but he seemed to gain a lot of confidence as he took in your expression. maybe next time you'll forget to knock again.

nishinoya yu *puts his hands over his eyes*

??? noya you're the one who is stark naked?? this dumb mf i swear lmao was like "oh shit someone's naked" and decided to cover his eyes. even though that someone was HIM. literally won't even realize his mistake until you're laughing your ass off, telling him that you're pretty sure you're not the one without any clothes on. after that he lets out a little shriek and tries to cover himself with his hands, yelling at you to leave all like, "WELL IF YOU KNEW WHY DIDN'T YOU LEAVE SOONER?!" he's definitely the type to get really loud when he's embarrassed like he's trying to cover it up with bravado. after you apologize to him for not knocking, he'll shrug, saying it wasn't a huge deal. every once in a while, though, he'll wonder if you liked what you saw. (you did, of course, but he didn't need to know that).

hinata shoyo "nnnOOOO yOU sAw mY wEe-wEE"

man will swim - ass cheeks out - in the hot springs or public bath with his bros but if you see his dick it's the end of the world. literally cannot handle it and will just scream until you leave. how is this guy a grown-ass adult??? like he talks like he's five lmao. also his muscles could fucking suffocate you so if you find yourself entranced by them, say something - he craves validation. as weird as he feels now that you've seen a different "part" of him, in a weird way he doesn't find it to be something that really impacts the way he has conversations with you (after he apologizes for not hearing you knock). he figures that it's probably what he gets for not locking the door anyway. besides, your red cheeks were pretty cute.

kageyama tobio "c-close the door..."

call me horny on main but kageyama definitely has a massive cock. like he just does, okay? anyway, so when you walk in and you see he not only is fucking PACKING but he also has ginormous biceps and thighs that could CHOKE YOU -- you swear you might've been drooling. he didn't miss the way you bit your lip like you were contemplating something.. (you were deciding whether you should close the door and just ravish him) it seemed like everything he said to you wasn't actually comprehended by you. he'd call your name but the only sign of life he'd see is the way your eyes would slowly move up and down his body, focusing intently on his happy trail and-- his eyes widened. were you really that dirty-minded? or was this the first time you've seen a guy's--? or..? a thousand questions are going through his mind but all that he can get out is a little, throaty croak. as if it was the key to freeing you from your spell, you swiped at your mouth, mumbling an embarrassed, "sorry", before you slammed the door shut. kageyama is clueless as fuck so he's just gonna tilt his head all confused before shaking his head and finishing getting dressed. he's decided to never bring it up to you. ever.

tsukishima kei "get. out. now."

why so rude, tsukki? match his energy, it's worth it to see his expression morph into one of either pure, unaltered rage or embarrassment. more likely, it'll be both. so if you want to be a bastard (and you kind of have to be to survive dating this mf), you'll just smirk and say, "nah, i'd rather stay here actually." he makes this entertaining choking sound while you close the door and then recline on his bed. he deserves it. if you feel like being an asshole, just take a peek down south and then meet his eyes again. wink, then say, "i've seen better." thE WAY HIS JAW TWITCHES-- let's just say you will definitely not be walking tomorrow. it was worth it to see just how worked up he got. bonus points if you try to run away while laughing maniacally.

sugawara koshi "...did you need something?"

tHE SWEETEST. but also the most chaotic. will literally act like nothing happened. he'll just hold up a finger as if to say "one moment" before finishing putting on his pants and shirt. then, he'll motion you to say whatever you were planning to say as if it was the most normal thing in the world and you merely walked in on him doing his homework rather than changing. once you leave, though, he can't hold back the little smirk and laugh at your expression. he definitely hadn't planned that, but it certainly was a entertaining surprise. you're a wild card, that's for sure.

daichi sawamura "i-it's alright, i know you didn't mean it."

gives you the benefit of the doubt like the man he is. he's such a sweet guy honestly there is not a single bad bone in his body. he's so kind, decides to not talk about it after you apologize profusely and bow about a hundred times. honestly it was kind of cute, but definitely also embarrassing. still, he knows you wouldn't try that kind of thing on purpose, you just forgot to knock. but if you ever did want to try that sort of thing, well... he wouldn't stop you.

#fem!reader #haikyu x reader #haikyū!!#haikyuu!!#daichi fluff #daichi x reader #nishinoya x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama x reader #yamaguchi x reader #yamaguchi tadashi x reader #tsukishima x reader #hinata shoyo x reader #sugawara koshi x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #oikawa tohru x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader

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milktian · 6 months

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"was I sweet once?"

a little thing based on that one dialogue in the Blighted Village that keeps killing me internally. This is my first time writing for bg3 like ever, so apologies if Shadowheart + Wyll at the end seem out of character. I haven't figured out how to properly write their voices yet (which is also why I haven't really expanded on that section.

♡ the durge is not a specified race, gender, or class, so go nuts with imagining it lmao.

♡ wrote it with the context being after you meet kagha + before you get to the goblin camp

♡ it is very short; at the time of posting, it's 3:30am for me and I am eepy so I didn't wanna do something that was like,,,, 1000-2000 words. Maybe if I get enough motivation lmao

• • • • • • •

You stare down at the chalk, idling tracing your eyes over the unsteady squares and crooked numbers. It's almost faded now, covered in grime and dust and whatever else the goblins left in their wake when they raided. It… saddens you, you think.

Yet, the very image of it – that childhood innocence persevering, even if only by the skin of its teeth, despite everything. It sticks. It sticks and refuses to let go. Refuses to remove the claws it has dug into your neck, so deep you can taste the iron.

Or maybe that's the goblin blood splattered over your face. It's probably that.

Initially, you hadn't planned to wipe out the goblins, but you found yourself… restless. It was all too easy to sneak out or camp at night and slowly, tenderly, cut the throats of the intruders as they slept. They hadn't even bothered to put up a night watch; it was as though they were taunting you, as you walked through the village gates, dagger in hand, and nothing but the sound of sweet whispers in your head. After you crossed that threshold, you were gone.

And when you came back – soaked in blood and feeling more alive than you had in weeks – you were staring at the ground. At the hopscotch.

Did you used to play this, when you were younger? Did you have friends you ran around with, giggling and laughing and playing? Were they kind? Were you kind? You hoped you were kind. You hoped that whatever you are now was a product of the tadpole, or a sick joke played by a god.

What of your parents? Did they care for you, give you candies and toys? Idly, you remember the sight of a Teddy bear held by one of the tiefling children back in the grove, and wonder if you had such a thing when you were young.

Staring up at the sky, you took in a deep breath, a heavy weight settling in your chest. Gripping the dagger tight – the steel now stained with so much blood, you were sure the blade would forever be tinted red – you stashed it back on your belt, and headed back to camp.

• • • • • • •

“Looks like something tore through the goblins here,” was the first thing Shadowheart said when you walked into the Blighted Village. Your hand twitches by your side, “Let's hope whatever it was is long gone.”

Wyll hummed, tentatively poking at one of the corpses with his rapier before turning it over to examine the damage, “Such deep cuts… I'd be tempted to say a wild bear at best, and a gnoll at worst.”

“We should keep moving,” It was a struggle to keep your voice from shaking. Whether from excitement or fear… you didn't know, “In case it comes back.”

“Are you faring well?” Wyll set a hand on your shoulder, shaking you out of your stupor.

“You do look rather pale.”

“I'm fine, Shadowheart,” You replied, shrugging Wyll's hand off. You moved forward, passing over the hopscotch you saw last night, “Just didn't sleep well. That's all.”

That's all.

#baldur's gate 3 #the dark urge #bg3 #durge #bg3 fanfiction #milk's fics #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 durge #bg3 the dark urge

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infatuatedheloise · 1 month

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HOLY SHIT GUYS OH MY GOD (long post sorry)

so the awards ceremony is tonight and obviously I'm dressed up. I'm wearing a blazer that I don't normally wear, so I feel a little awkward in it.

I am also...... well endowed, let's say, so I can't button it all the way to the top, but I don't like the way it looks with none of the buttons closed, so I've been wearing it with only two buttons done, but wasn't sure if that was acceptable

In a moment of insecure boldness, I stopped by abelard's office literally just to ask if it looked ok. I said, "does this...look okay?" he stood up (I guess to evaluate my outfit better?? or to feel less awkward about me standing and him sitting???)

I then said, "like, with the two buttons? I don't think it'll..." and then I ATTEMPTED TO CLOSE THE BUTTON but it obviously wouldn't close, looked up at him and finished my sentence: "go all the way" he nodded and laughed/smiled and said, "uh huh"

Then me: "it's either two or nothing and I don't like the way it looks with none"

He said, "No yeah it looks fine"

and that was really it but OH MY GOD I cannot believe that I 1. asked his opinion on my outfit and 2. Mentioned that my jacket won't close and then SHOWED HIM how it won't close because my chest is too big 😭😭😭😭😭😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 I am so insane..........but also..... not like he wouldn't have realized that my chest is big anyway but like basically directly pointing it out to him to his face is crazyyyyyyyyyyy

BUT THERE'S MORE!!!

later I was walking in the hallway when my top button literally fell off and thankfully I caught it but I was like panicking like oh my god what if I can't fix this I'm gonna look awful

I walked past his office and he said hello, I stopped and said hi back, he asked me how it's going, I said "Good, but my button just fell off and I don't know if I can get it back on.." I stepped into his office and said, "I haven't tried to fix it yet but it looks like it just screws onto itself again." He came over to me and I handed him the button since he asked for it and without me asking or saying anything, HE STARTED TRYING TO PUT IT BACK ON FOR ME. which, very nice! but also. I WAS STILL WEARING THE JACKET and it was the button literally right on my...yknow, chest. So. He was trying to screw this button back on. While I was still wearing the jacket. HE WAS SOOOOOOO FUCKING CLOSE TO ME OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD and like he didn't touch me and was in fact trying very hard not to touch me so much so that he wasn't able to get it put back on. But like oh my god the image of looking down to my chest and his hands being there trying to screw this button back onto my jacket will be forever burned into my brain OH MY GOD IMAGINE IF SOMEOME SAW THAT?!?!?!??!?! like my back was to the door and he was sooooo close to me and right in front of me, I have no idea what that would've looked like from outside the office (his door was open) and then he told me to take my jacket off and try putting it back on that way so I did. imagine if someone saw him trying to put the button on and then saw me TAKE OFF MY JACKET ohhhhhh shit we could've gotten into soooo much trouble there lol ALSO under my blazer I'm only wearing a tank top except you can see soooooo much of my bra (mostly the straps but sometimes it slips down so you see more of my bra) so he DEFINITELY saw at least a little bit of my bra (at the very least the straps though maybe more? I didn't look to see how much was exposed but I pulled up my shirt anyway go make sure I was covered). also one of the straps fell down so I pulled it up and I *watched* his eyes look to my arm as I did that. So. 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫. anyway. this is all insane. I'm going to think about this for the rest of my life oh my god he was so close to touching me I wish he had </3 >/3 </3

#professor crush #teacher attachment #teacher crush

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hikennosabo · 8 months

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trimax vol 13 random thoughts (ch 1-4)

ohhhh i can't believe we're almost to the end... i'm so full of anticipation. love to see my boy livio on the cover :)

why does it say THIS on the back cover lol??? vash isn't DEAD as much as he'd like to be :')

i LOVE the pirate-themed joke covers... impeccable timing as i'm (slowly) watching opla this week lol. elendira looks so dashing in her outfit :') the inner illustration with vash and legato is great too, i love it~

chapter 1:

the flashback to legato getting accordion'd... i miss knives's long hair tbh...

wait i'm obsessed with this image of legato. dare i say gender envy

i'm admittedly confused about what's going on in this scene... someone in the tag said vash is using his bullets to block the cannonfire, but i don't know if that's what's happening...? he definitely did not do that when the cannon fired in the previous chapter, and i think the ガガガ sfx are sounds from the cannon firing, not a gun... so why is vash screaming? not like he needs a specific reason to scream in his situation, i'd want to scream too.

legatoooo your silhouette is so striking

i enjoy knives's expression here, it's as if he's saying "i dare you to go ahead and try," lol

it also hurts just a little to see knives like this compared to his current self. him being human-shaped feels like it was so long ago.

he's being so mean and dismissive on purpose but his yawn is so cute :')

this has nothing to do with what's going on, but i wonder if knives can even sleep at all in the state he's in. i don't think he can...

"admire"... i've only ever made jokes about this myself so don't take this too seriously but i wonder why legato x vash is such a rarepair. y'know, the toxic psychosexual obsession type of ship. especially with what happens right after this with legato seeing himself in vash? "recognition of the self through the other" is pretty standard ship fuel...

......although... if the two of them stopped fighting right now and kissed each other instead, i think THAT would shock knives so much just long enough that chronica could successfully blast him with the cannon. boom, fight over, problem solved, roll credits (i'm joking I'M JOKING)

on a more serious note i'm chewing on glass

legato looks at vash and sees a broken man, sees his past self... and laughs in disbelief... as a legato fan i should have more to say about this but. i don't know how to articulate anything besides eating glass

uuuugggghhh i'm laying on the floor. the juxtaposition of how much my heart hurts at this vs me thinking legato's insane expression and little fangs are cute

a silly vash face, a rare sight in this volume...!!! also... ALL the gung-ho guns? i say once again: elendira didn't get a coin. so i ask again: did she refuse to participate because it's legato? or does this mean legato didn't think vash could kill elendira?

also, "kill"... lol. not even all of them are dead, and as for the ones that are, exactly zero of them were killed by vash's hand.

oh this is diabolical. heinous even. that the point of this entire farce was so fucking frivolous is so fitting for him, i love it

chapter 2:

vash is FUCKING PISSED

it's interesting that vash is including razlo and zazie among the "dead" ghg... livio was included at the end of the last chapter too, and he's certainly not dead, except in a metaphorical "my past self is dead" sense... is vash assuming that razlo is gone forever? like how i did until i read this volume?? and i don't think vash even knows what happened to zazie at all...?

speaking of zazie, where are they at? their previous body was killed, but they're a hivemind, they can't die. are the worms just hanging back watching this all unfold?

ohhh boyyy like the 98 anime! (it wasn't in his mouth in the anime though...) hope we get a scene like this in stampede too so we can complete the "vash points his gun at legato's head" trifecta

i've been thinking this for a while, but... there are a lot of differences in each version of trigun, different ways the characters are adapted, but i think legato is pretty much the same in all of them. like, his powers work differently, and things happen or don't happen to him depending on the version, but personality-wise? he's the same guy at his core, i think the most "the same" out of all the other characters. that core being he is A Freak

also i don't know exactly what legato is doing in this next sequence of pages so i'm going to imagine he's hulking out because it just takes that much effort to simultaneously maneuver to summon his iron maiden and keep vash's gun in his mouth.

and then we cut to what has become my MOST ANTICIPATED FIGHT OF THIS ENTIRE STORY!!! YEAHHHH!!!

she doesn't seem surprised so much as mildly bemused, lol

she appeared suddenly behind him last volume, now it's livio's turn to suddenly appear behind her. heheheh

i ADORE their back-and-forth so much. like, a fight between 1. two of the strongest characters, 2. who also happen to be some of my favorites, 3. AND they have absolutely fantastic banter?! what more can i ask for!!!

i am in love with both of them

i'm in tears. he has no business being this cute while also pulling off such a cool move.

chapter 3:

ohhhh, so legato uses his iron maiden by swinging her around. what is this kind of weapon called... a mace? *googles* no, a mace is attached to a stick, this is actually called a flail. i see.

why does he lick vash's blood off the floor HSDLKFJDS?!?!?! i forgot how long his tongue is... god, he is such a freak (affectionate)

he can carry her over his shoulder with no problem, kick her like a soccer ball with no problem... also he's so leggy... (leg... ato...)

oh, sweetie, absolutely not.

legato's relationships are all pretty one-sided, aren't they? his relationship with knives goes without saying, but he's got a one-sided obsession with fighting vash, a rivalry that's all in his own head which vash does not reciprocate. and his relationship with elendira is one-sided the other way around in that he's the one ignoring HER goading... lol.

thinking back, vash went from "from now on, i'm hunting you!" to really wanting to avoid fighting legato for as long as possible...

OH, THE FLAIL ALSO HAS GUNS IN IT. BECAUSE OF COURSE IT DOES. HOW DOES THAT EVEN WORK?! (the answer is it works because it's cool, obviously!)

livio is so CUTE!!!! he's so cute, i'm actually going to cry. if i included every cute livio panel in this post i would hit the image limit so fast.

i will post this one though because i also love how PISSED elendira is, it's so funny.

ugh, he's so cute, he's so cute, he's so cute!!!!! i can't get over how cute he is!!!!! getting a morale boost from his clothes... he's such a sweetie. head in hands. i feel like i'm going to explode from a cuteness overdose.

chapter 4:

ELENDIRA'S ROCK-LEE-DROPPING-THE-WEIGHTS MOMENT LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOO!!!!!!

i am in love with both of them.

there's the number thirteen again...

it's kinda... i dunno. sad? that the earth fleet has more knowledge of what's going on than the people who actually live here...

well. one of those things isn't true anymore. :')

also, what do you mean "for some reason"?! was the tradeoff for all those fancy advances in technology the entire earth's stock of hair gel?!

LEGato...

that... sure is a lot of bullet casings... and oh... his coat is black now... like the title of the chapter... and like at the end of stampede... i see...

i think this is the most normal-looking smile i've ever seen from legato. he actually looks more handsome than insane (but still pretty insane)

WAIT, WAIT, PAUSE THE FIGHT, PAUSE THE STORY, WHO ARE THE OTHER TWO PEOPLE. TELL ME ABOUT THOSE FIGHTS PLEASE

AAAHHH!!!! THE RETURN OF!!!! OUR BOY RAZLO!!!!!! YEEEEAAAHHHH!!!!! i was honestly so sad and lowkey disappointed when i thought he was gone permanently because i ended up liking him a lot LOL i'm SO glad he's back!!!!

and with that i will end this post, to be continued in part 2...

#trigunbookclub #trigun talk #june speaks #need to proofread part 2 and add alt text then i'll post it #thought i would have this week's posts done earlier than last week's but NOPE lmao

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bzedan · 1 month

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[ID: A digital illustration of the Vault Boy condition image from the PipBoy 3000, a glowing green outlined figure on a dark screen with health metre indicators for head, body and each limb. Rather than the regular coverall-clothed guy, the figure is an outline of Garfield. All health indicators are full and he is smiling. Text below him reads "April 2024 - Level 41." End ID.]

A show came out for a game I've thought about 3-7 times every week for the past nine years and I've been completely normal about it. In my birthday month too! It influenced the playlist cover more than the contents, which are all indulgent as should be for a birthday month playlist. A lot of Carly Rae Jepsen this month, thanks to using her song titles as prompts for Storytelling Collective's April Daily Poem challenge (see results here). Two hours and 33 minutes but despite how I love playing with the length I shan't drop a one of these tracks to get to my birthday-day. Close enough, I say!

Related media to some of the songs:

'Two of Hearts' was in my mind thanks to a random video I'd encountered about the "I-I-I-I-I" sample in 'Groove Is in the Heart' by Deee-Lite, summarised over at Laughing Squid.

'Harder' was Medusa's I think birthday month track and had been out on Bandcamp for a bit but finally wended its way to Spotify, allowing me to drop it into a playlist. Their music is always a mood. They also have an At-Cost collection of merch specifically to make things available to more folks, with the option to pay it forward as well.

The way things go I think songs from a playlist I picked up from a Fallout: New Vegas fan artist are in May but heck there's a Nancy Sinatra on here so why not share now, 'Atomic Cocktail' is a very long, vibes-based playlist that is great to have going in the background.

Anyway here's a link to April's playlist on Spotify, with the track list below the cut.

Or embedded if you like that:

'Time to Pretend' - MGMT

'How Does it Feel' - Dizzee Rascal

'Free Animal' - Foreign Air

'Girl Inform Me - 2021 Remaster' - The Shins

'Complex' - Tristen

'Fun But Not Forever' - girlish figure

'Sociopathic Dance Queen' - Amaarae

'Jackie' - Scott Walker

'I Could Be Happy' - Altered Images

'GO! (feat. Karen O)' - Santigold

'Black Sheep' - Kailee Morgue

'Good Luck, Babe!' - Chappell Roan

'Me And My Shadow' - Peggy Lee

'Only A Fool Would Say That' - Steely Dan

'Seabird' - Alessi Brothers

'Thank You (Not So Bad)' - Dimitri Vegas & Like Mike

'Feels Right' - Carly Rae Jepsen

'Two of Hearts' - Stacey Q

'Hey Sorry' - Boy Jr.

'Houdini' - Dua Lipa

'Hard (er)' - Medusa

'i like the way you kiss me' - Artemas

'Really Big Deal' - Jake Shears

'Eye On The Bat' - Palehound

'Sunshine Superman' - Donovan

'Sunset Superman' - Dio

'Godzilla' - Blue Ã–yster Cult

'Shadow' - Carly Rae Jepsen

'Cute & Cruel (feat. First Aid Kit)' - Tove Lo

'Evil Eyes' - Dio

'Do Right' - Jimmie's Chicken Shack

'Dancehall Queen' - Robyn

'I'm Like A Bird' - Nelly Furtado

'Chemical' - Post Malone

'Juke Box Hero - 2008 Remaster' - Foreigner

'The King of Rock 'N' Roll' - Prefab Sprout

'Call Me Maybe' - Carly Rae Jepsen

'Bury Me With It - Jacknife Lee Remix' - Modest Mouse

'That Life' - Unknown Mortal Orchestra

'Oh to Be in Love - 2018 Remaster' - Kate Bush

'Sideshow' - Nick Lutsko

'Primadonna' - MARINA

'When I Needed You' - Carly Rae Jepsen

'This Hell (feat. CHANMINA - Gyarupi Remix - Spotify Singles)' - Rina Sawayama

#meche makes playlists #playlists #syndicated from subscription sites #Spotify

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letoscrawls · 1 year

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Hey everyone!! I'm not dead! And here's a Compendiary of what happened to Me in the cursed month of February (so far)

Did (and thank god passed) the exam i've postponed since 2020 because the professor traumatized me. He treated me and my project like shit again but he definitely has anger issues and in the end he apologized for acting like the devil incarnated. jesus christ that man is insane i'm telling you. i still hate him also he's the spitting image of papa stranger things (but ugly!!!!!! because papa was kinda...............)

Thought i was going to die since i lived in a state of total anxiety for two weeks bc of this exam????? like at some point i had tachycardia nonstop from 5pm all through the night and i didn't know how to make it go away. but!! i was laughing the whole time bc my head felt funny. felt like shit the morning after though. i'm fine now by the way <3

temperatures dropped like crazy here after the hottest christmas ever and my hand got covered in chilblains and let me tell you they SUCK. especially bc i only had them on my index and ring finger and they looked absolutely ridiculous :/ it's a family thing and it's the second time i get them ugh thank god they are finally going away because i couldn't even hold a pencil and this is actually the first thing i drew in forever

just the usual shit ton of work with kids etc. basically all my afternoons are dedicated to that and it takes away so much of my time eh.

So yeah!!! i'm doing wayyyy better now but for the past two weeks i've lived in hard mode and it's only february wtf??? i got a test soon and if i manage to pass it it will be a pivotal time in my school career and i'll finally be closer to graduation than i've ever been. like it's happening omg i can't believe this. worst experience of my life

And sadly i can't really think of anything else besides school. i used to be able to have like, mental breaks during the day but now i'm constantly planning my graduation and i need to stay VERY focused. But that health scare i got was like a slap in the face for me, and i can't let these thoughts get to my body like this, i know i say it everytime but i don't want to be a rotting trash can in my 30s because i didn't take care of my health during university :/ and planning breaks stress me tf out so i gotta figure a way to just relax naturally and take it easy

Okay if you read up until this point i love you and i'm gently patting your head with my balloon looking hand <3

#my art #rambling

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valeriesarkive · 11 months

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Interlude_Dream, reality, pt. 1

✿ Sypnosis: I'm dreaming with someone I don’t know, yet I remember him when I wake up. How could that be possible? ✿ Pairing: Female reader x Jungkook ✿ Genre: Romance, fluff ✿ AU: Artsy and bohemian life ✿ Warnings: a bit of cursing ✿ Word count: 3,6k

The bright sky was dimming with the entry of darkness, while the moon finally positioned itself in the middle of it. My body touches the cold sheets of my bed, approaching the warm torso of the boy who also inhabits it. His arms surround me almost as soon as our skins make contact and, sighing on the top of my head, he whispers a goodnight minutes before falling into a deep sleep. Seconds later, my eyelids slowly close because of the silence of the room.

My mind begins to wander through vague images without colors or backgrounds; one after the other before the twilight. A glowing face suddenly appears in my vision. He seemed so real. For a minute I thought that if I reached out to touch his features, it would feel as real as he looked.

A heat flows through my body from top to the bottom and, beyond being uncomfortable, it was something as comforting as the sunlight and the breeze hitting my face after endless months of winter.

The warm wind hit my face while the rays of light embraced me equally as the boy behind my back. You could only hear the waves of the sea hitting the rocks, the birds chirping and some long distant conversations and laughs.

I would like to stay here, at this exact moment forever cuz I’ve never felt this peaceful in my entire life.

"How about we stay here forever?" I asked, looking at him behind my shoulder.

"You mean in this hotel room?" He answered after letting out a small laugh.

"No, silly." I turned around to face him, without breaking the hug. “I mean living in front of the sea. What if-?” I said excitedly before stopping abruptly after averting my gaze from his.

I was afraid that what I was going to propose to him would be so crazy that he would decide to take a different path than mine. I see how his eyebrows furrow a little at my interruption. I knew he was taking his time to process my question.

“What if…? What were you going to say, Haewon?”

"How about we quit our horrible jobs and come live on the beach?" I decided to finish my question after his insistence. “Imagine you and I walking on the sand while holding hands or cooking together with a view of the sea or…”

"Yes," he cut me off before I could finish my crazy proposal.

“What did you just say?” The surprise hit me, not fitting in my whole body, not believing his quick response, which didn't even take him a second to say yes.

"I said yes," he laughs before planting a kiss on the top of my head.

I looked at his bunny-like teeth and his eyes shone. He had something that until today I could not fully interpret, however, with him I felt so safe and so happy that he managed to make all my misfortunes and sadness go away. They vanish just seeing him smile.

My eyes snap open, getting up from the bed on an impulse. It was already a routine waking up so suddenly with my heart racing like crazy and feeling shivers throughout my body, even if the blankets covered me from the wind from outside, long lines of sweat slowly ran down the sides of my face.

It felt strange to dream of him. I didn't know who he was or where I could've seen him. Maybe it was just my mind remembering ephemeral faces that I’ve seen endless times on the streets of Seoul.

I sat on the mattress, taking care not to wake up Taehyung who was already snoring. I slowly get out of bed and I walk barefoot under the usual darkness of the night of our home until I reach the secluded room that is located on the ground floor of the apartment. Tae and I specifically designated that room as our shared art studio which we could decorate to our liking.

In one click I turn up the light switch, dazzling my eyes that were already accustomed to the previous darkness. Its walls were full of poorly made strokes and brushstrokes of different colors. I let out a breathy laugh when I remembered the many times Taehyung scolded me for my careless art, which I always justify as “it’s my aesthetic.”

I sit on the padded bench in front of the wooden table that Taehyung once helped me build. It was full of forgotten papers full of quick sketches, as well as small clay sculptures.

I grab my sketchbook and with my left hand I draw nimbly on the white paper. The graphite of the pencil draws lines non-stop that at first were almost meaningless, but little by little they were building something that I had kept in my memories for so many nights in a row. Just minutes after finishing the hasty sketch, I noticed the detail of the diffuse face in my life.

I hold with my wet hands a bit of clay that modifies with each touch. I mold the face that I portrayed on the paper and I start sculpting his cheeks, his round nose, his big doe eyes and his thin lips, creating the face I've only seen in dreams.

As the sculpture took shape, various feelings sank deep into my heart. I felt loneliness with a strange mixture of joy or maybe it was longing and melancholy, but how?

How could I miss a stranger?

. ✧ ☁︎ ° ☽ . ✦ ☁︎ ° ☾ . ✧ ☁︎ ° ☽ . ✦ ☁︎ ° ☾ . ✦ ☁︎ ° ☾ ✦ ☁︎ ° ☾ . ✦ ☁︎ ° ☾ .

Everything felt rare, it seemed that what I thought I was living was just a lucid dream.

Still sleepy, I move my hand over the empty space of my bed looking for Tae. I open my eyes when I don’t feel him by my side, then I cover my face with the pillow below my head and sigh. I didn't know if my exhaustion was because I was up till dawn or the accumulation of all the feelings I felt the past day drained the energy I had left.

I get out of the comfort the bed offers me to look for Tae-Tae. I walk through the corridors of the upper floor (where only the master room could be found) and I go down the stairs that lead me to the first floor. When my boyfriend asked me to go and live with him in this huge apartment, I resided in a rented room so narrow that there was any space to walk.

My legs led me towards the kitchen thinking that I could find him there, but I was wrong. I look around the apartment, feeling once again the void inside of me. I walk to the studio seeing him right away.

His face was immersed in questions. As a naturally curious person, he would feel attracted to any new thing, including the head of clay of that stranger. I lean onto the door frame, glaring deeply at his reactions. His hands were holding a steaming cup of hot chocolate. Minutes passed and the man still hadn't noticed that I was looking at him.

I've known Taehyung for seven years, we’ve been together for about five and engaged for three years. When I look back it feels like yesterday, yet at the sametime it feels like a lifetime. We met on our first day of college cuz we both studied Fine Arts at the Korea National University of Arts. When I met him, I was crushing hard on him, but never told him that until the day we got together cuz I couldn’t express my feelings properly. Naturally, he was the one who got closer to me. Since then, I always loved his passion about the things he does, as well as his enormous talent and his peculiar way of expressing when he’s around people, in such a leisurely and calm way.

Nowadays he’s the one who inspires me to continue with my art when I want to surrender with this. He’s always been there for me. Thanks to him, I’ve had enough strength and courage to keep on doing what I love to do since I felt pressured not to fail because most of the time I found myself being forced to put aside everything I’ve done for others.

"What are you thinking about, Tae-Tae?" I break the silence once I approach him.

Tae is surprised to see me up at this hour, but his features quickly soften once we make eye contact.

"Hey, I didn't see you there, honey," he gives me a warm smile as he pulls his body closer to mine to hug me. He puts one arm on my shoulder, still looking at the sculpture.

“Did you like it?” I glare at his expression, still immersed in questions.

I approach the table where the finished sculpture is, looking for any imperfections due to the pressure Tae made me feel in that moment. I knew the level of detail of his work and how critical he is with the art he sees, I thought it could mean one thing.

"Hm?" He directs his gaze once more to my swollen face. “Nothing bad, I was thinking about how well the sculpture turned out. All the details are so meticulously done that it makes the face and expression look so real. Were you inspired by someone you saw? Because you really did a surprisingly realistic job.”

My eyes widen a little at his words. As I had already mentioned, I am a bit careless with my work so it made me feel astonished with his words. I embrace myself looking for warmth after the sudden feeling of a cold rush through my body.

"Do you really think so?" I ask looking at him, he says a muted yes with his head. “Well, it's actually kind of confusing, you know? Lately I’ve been dreaming with this very particular face, but I can swear that I don't know him or I’ve seen him anywhere. This was the only way to ‘catharsis’ with my dreams.”

“You really took care of your strokes. Look,�� he moves closer to the table, placing another sculpture almost the same size as the new one to one side. “The features of the new sculpture are more defined and clean, while the others are more rough and blunt, you managed to do something different from what you’re used to.”

I alternate my gaze between the sculpture and my boyfriend, obviously surprised by Tae's words because of him being such a critical person with the art he saw, I couldn't always enjoy good reviews from him.

The man leaves the room after telling me he’s gonna prepare breakfast, following him seconds later after looking again at the sculpture of the boy of my dreams.

. ✧ ☁︎ ° ☽ . ✦ ☁︎ ° ☾ . ✧ ☁︎ ° ☽ . ✦ ☁︎ ° ☾ . ✦ ☁︎ ° ☾ . ✦ ☁︎ ° ☾ . ✦ ☁︎ ° ☾ .

My forehead sweats slightly at the sudden presence of Tae’s parents at our house. They were smiling innocently at us, while carrying a bottle of wine and some desserts made by his mother. Apparently, it seemed a good idea to come by surprise without any kind of short notice.

Let’s say my reaction was not the best one and Taehyung noticed it, poking me discreetly with his elbow as a way of telling me to smile and greet them politely. He signals his parents to finally come into the house, closing the door afterwards.

"Honey, you haven't lost any weight, have you?" It's the first thing Tae's mother says to me when she sees me from head to toe.

“Hello, Mrs. Kim. It is nice seeing you too,” I mutter, giving her my best smile. I bow my head as a way of greeting her before receiving the plate from her hands.

As you can see, my relationship with my mother-in-law has never been good or the one that I wished for cuz, unlike my father-in-law, she always insisted on ruining my non-existent emotional stability with her uncomfortable opinions.

"_____!" Unlike the lady, Mr. Kim greets me with a warm hug. “How have you been? We haven't seen you in a while," he says, patting me on the back.

"I've been fine, what about you?" I say smiling.

“Fine, _____, although we could be better. You know, we’re getting closer to the afterlife," he says, scratching the back of his neck.

I share a laugh with him, feeling now relaxed with his jokes. He made himself look like a very old man who can barely walk, but the truth is they both remained so young in their 60s even if some gray hairs were visible.

"Mother, I would have preferred if you called me informing us you were coming. We could’ve arranged something for you," Tae says, placing one of his hands on my waist.

I look at his profile, searching for a bit of peace that he offers me in moments like this. I knew Tae was just as surprised as I was, since they always let us know when they’re visiting us beforehand. I glance around, noticing that the house was not fully organized. A drop of sweat travels my tense back.

"Why, Taehyung? We are your parents after all. We are welcome here, right?” Mrs. Kim looks directly at me, making me understand that her last words were for me.

“Of course you are, there is no doubt about that. Taehyung means that he would have preferred-” Tae's mom cuts me off before I can continue.

"I, more than anyone, know what my son prefers," she says walking past me and further into the apartment. “I see you didn't have time to organize the house well, dear. Is this how they always live?”

"Mother," Tae warns, looking carefully at his mom.

My insides boil while my throat hurts. I wish I could say something, but I knew that this would get me into trouble with Tae and his parents, so I rather swallow my words and continue pretending that nothing she's said so far has affected me at all.

Five years later and I still don't really understand why Tae's mom dislikes me. I had my assumptions, sure, but I would never be sure if it was just that. The first one was maybe she disliked the fact I’m older than Taehyung, something she’d already mentioned several times. Clearly making me feel uncomfortable.

Tae said nothing more than "mother" reluctantly. I knew he wouldn't dare saying anything else to stop her. I always wished for him to defend me because I felt so tired of this long term situation between us.

"Excuse me, I'll go fetch us some glasses for the wine," I express curtly before walking away from them.

When I reach the kitchen, I lean on the table to breathe and try to relax the tense muscles in my body. I breathe one, two, and three more times, swallowing back the tears that were about to overflow.

“Honey, are you ok?” Tae asks behind my back.

I was so tired of pretending nothing's wrong, that his mother's words don't affect me in any way. I was just sick of shutting up and pretending nothing ever happens.

“You know what? I am not, Tae.” I turn around to look at him. “I'm so tired of your mom acting the same way for years, for stepping on me, for humiliating me every chance she gets. I'm exhausted from swallowing my words and carrying on as if nothing had happened. You don't know how much it hurts that you don't defend me with her, it's the least I deserve! Don't you think?” I try my best not to raise my voice and to cry, yet I failed to hold back the tears.

“But she's still my mother, Haewon. I wouldn't be able to fight with her over something meaningless.”

“Meaningless you say?! I'm still your fucking fiancé, Taehyung!” I cover my mouth with my hand in a failed attempt to stifle a sob.

I try to once again ignore the stinging in my throat, even if I cannot stop feeling my heart pounding hard inside my chest. I take three breaths before speaking again.

“I'm not asking you to argue with your mom, I’m just asking you to have a little empathy with me to stop her whenever she makes me uncomfortable. You think it doesn't hurt? Of course it does and it annoys me a lot!” I ran my fingers through my hair, trying one again to calm down.

“_____… “ Tae tries to reach my hand, but I move it away as soon as possible.

"Leave it, Tae," I say, walking past him. I quickly wipe the trail of tears down my cheeks.

I reach four glasses from the cupboard and, once with them in my hands I leave the kitchen walking past my boyfriend without saying anything else. I put on a small grin once I’m in the living room where my parents-in-law already settled. I take my time placing them on the coffee table while Taehyung tried opening the bottle with the corkscrew that he must’ve picked up before following me outside. I sit on one of the individual chairs when I’m done, seeing Tae pours the crimson liquid.

I stayed silent, trying my best to hide my mixed emotions. It was evident that my body was still tense, while my attention was elsewhere beside the important conversation they were having. That was until it was drawn back by Mrs. Kim.

“Is everything okay?” She questions, exchanging gazes with her husband and son.

“Yes, everything’s okay,” Tae’s the only one capable of answering.

Once her mother takes a good look at us, she gives up and opens up a new topic of conversation. I divert my attention from the discussion, not really interfering with it. The other three people in the room kept talking about how time has passed so quickly and how my boyfriend's sister's marriage is coming up.

"When is the wedding of the two of you? Haven't set the date yet?” Tae's father asks suddenly.

My surroundings fell apart when I heard his question. The swallow I took of wine is thrown back down my throat, causing me to choke.

“Yah, Taeyang!” His wife takes it upon herself to scold her husband. “Don't even think about bringing that topic up now…” She says, looking at Tae carefully. “It's still too early to talk about the marriage between the two of them.”

"Early you say? They’ve been engaged for three, almost four years!” He replies while looking astonished at her.

The silence afterwards swims between us. However, unlike them, I took it as an opportunity to breathe.

“Okay, but…” Mrs. Kim speaks again.

“But nothing! It's about time you’re even thinking about giving us grandsons,” Mr. Kim says, slamming his wine glass down on the middle table.

I finish my first glass of red wine and without hesitating twice, I pour myself a second. When did we go from talking about marriage to procreating children?

"Have they talked about it yet?" Questions Mrs. Kim. Her expression distorts into one of terror as she finishes asking the question.

“No, mother. But it's something that’ll come, isn't it, honey?” Tae turns his face to see my reaction, but I avoid his gaze.

“I don't know, it's not something I've considered for now,” I let out my response in a weak whisper after finishing a third glass of wine.

“What?” He questions back, feeling the hint of disappointment in his voice.

I stare at my boyfriend in a null attempt to challenge him. “No, Taehuyng, I haven't thought about having a child and I don't even know if I’d like to!”

The four of us stayed in a silence that made me understand that no one, apart from Mrs. Kim, was expecting my answer. Having children has never been a topic that has crossed between us and I was satisfied with it because I have never been interested in procreating. However, now I see that Tae doesn't think the same as me.

"It's getting late and I'm kinda tired. If you'll excuse me, I'll go to sleep,” I respond once I get up from the chair. I say a silent goodbye with a 90° bow before leaving the living room.

Once again, I feel my heart pounding inside my chest with the obvious trembling in my hands, so I try to focus on taking deep breaths all the way into the room. Once there, my body reaches the bed by inertia, the softness of the sheets caresses the skin of my now naked legs. I hug them so tight looking for a loophole of tranquility in that moment of so much self-intimacy.

I look at the window with its curtains that remained open, allowing me to see the infinity of street lights still on. How many people are outside their homes? Among them, how many people will it be him? In the comfort of the silence that my room offers me, I think of that boy who crosses now and then my dreams. I remember his features and his pretty eyes. I cherish the feeling of warmth that hug gave me to erase the stinging that still persisted in my throat.

Burning, existing.

I cling to it, even knowing its null existence in my life. Who was he and why would I dream with that boy?

It hurt, in a certain way, to remember that dream because the feeling of emptiness I felt running through my veins in the morning was once again present. My heart burned.

I spend seconds, maybe minutes in complete silence reliving that dream over and over again, wanting more.

Wishing that I could see him again.

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OMG! I finally finished Interlude. I'm so happy it's finally seeing the light hahaha. It took me longer than I thought but I'm a perfectionist, so it had to be perfect.

I hope you enjoy reading this and, as you can see at the beginning, it is the first part of this series.

Before I leave, I want to thank @noshametempo for helping me always to edit all of my writings. I don't know how would I do it without u, girl.

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hi!!! I'm so proud of u for this and for everything just in general and ily.

🥀 the characters as... cm characters!!

🌼 for Jonathan pls because I love him sm

and 🪐 please :)

hi i love you so much too please ignore how late these are it was one thing after another but better late than never...

🥀 the characters as... criminal minds characters!!

going right back to the things that started it all! i will touch on my reasons (but this is based on my memories, which as we all know, are far from perfect) and i am sticking to our core six (+ mr carter) this time

tristan as aaron hotchner. sometimes, bad things happen, and you have to live with them, and you tell yourself they weren't that bad but then you hear about it from someone else and the entire world comes crashing down because things could have been different and they should have been different and they weren't and they were never right.

camilla as derek morgan. the anger isn't really anger, it's fear and it's a shield to cover for the fact that she thinks she may not be good enough to do what she does and also that she thinks everyone else may realise. she is soft. she will be soft. but she will be fierce and she will try and do the right thing and she will be good at what she does, no matter how much she struggles to find her footing.

jonathan as jennifer jareau. no matter how many bad things happen, no matter how many times he has to sit back and watch things explode with the knowledge that there is nothing that he is able to do to stop it, he doesn't turn away. and he doesn't lose his humanity. his hands keep going cold at the sight of the horrors, but he tries to find the light at the same time.

adelaide as emily prentiss. she knows what people want to hear, and she's very good at telling them that with a tone of voice that makes it impossible to doubt what she's saying. but at the end of the day, she's just a child, and she wants to laugh. she wants to love like it's breathing because she knows she can do it. she'll run- she's always been a runner- but maybe she could slow down. maybe she should.

viola as alex blake. she's confident in herself, and she should be. she knows what it's like to be labelled as the one that should have taken a different route, or the one that had the potential to be great, and to turn it all down to do the thing that is right. she would take the fall if she knew it would guarantee better things. she know how to love, but she knows when to walk away, and she will never regret the things she did. not forever.

ellias as spencer reid. he's the baby, but he's not a baby. he misses things sometimes, but he isn't stupid. he's never been stupid. he just trusts the wrong people sometimes, but he's never allowed to forget the consequences of doing so. all he wants is somewhere where he belongs and where he fits in, and for those people to accept him without looking at the things he cannot change.

mr carter as jason gideon. he's unhinged. he, sometimes, has good intentions, but the delivery is simply awful. he knows when he's putting students in dangerous situations, but he also doesn't care enough to stop them from being in them. it's always about what's best for their images. never what's best for them, and when things get tough and people get closer to the truth, he will hurt them and run away without another word.

🌼 a song i associate with jonathan

jonathan doesn't have a full playlist yet, but because it's you, you can have two (also i couldn't pick)

the exit- conan gray

i mean, it was never going to be anything else. tristan, jonathan and adelaide entered eros academy together. they were supposed to do everything together, but when push came to shove they left him because they didn't know how to defend him. and he forgave them, but he was the one that had to work harder. he was the one who got pitying looks and whose abilities were questioned from the start. he was the one who dreaded going to school and to home, whereas they only ever had to dread one.

it's not a competition, but sometimes he feels like he's the only one losing.

candles- daughter

the funny thing is, you were the one who said this reminds you of me first.

he never really got to be a child. even when he was, he was learning to be a socially acceptable one. the only people he ever got to let go with was tristan and adelaide, but then they were only ever there during the holidays and by the time they started at eros academy, he couldn't quite place what was real and what was fake.

but then he was a teen and he was an adult and he wasn't supposed to be scared of anything, not when there was someone younger than him he was supposed to be shielding, so he stopped thinking so much about himself.

he should have though. and he does. eventually.

🪐 the character you would be if i wrote someone inspired by you

have some personality, and also a little scene

the thing is, you had the capacity to be a heartbreaker. it wasn't exactly difficult. you knew what answers they were looking for the aptitude test. or some of them at least. enough to at least be in the lower threshold.

but that was boring. and it meant doing so much stuff that you just didn't have the energy to. so you lied. ish. not on every question. just enough to score in the heartbroken, but not so much that it looked intentional.

and after that, you got to live your life. sure, some of the teachers could not care less about what you were doing, but then you couldn't care less about their classes so really, it was a win-win situation. the heartbreakers are taught to accept no as a full sentence, so even when they did approach you, it was never an issue.

there's one very memorable occasion where you befriend one of those heartbreakers on the cusp of being a heartbroken and you agree to let them break up with you. it's funny- if the teachers paid more attention, they'd realise a lot of the relationships they herald as perfect were actually heartbrokens doing people favours.

but even if it's not real, you're not going to let it be boring. oh no. the break up is a mess. it's such a mess that even the heartbreaker is confused as to what exactly you both did to bring the relationship to an end.

it gives you three days off to sit and do nothing, so you just let whatever tales they wanted to be spun. after all, something more exciting happens the day you return so everyone forgets about you and your dramatic exit.

#thhfbp

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