#and then it turns out i'm completely wrong

[iceunhie]

fragility — sunday.

summary: disagreements may often occur with sunday, but the two of you seem to always find a way to resolve it. (or, in which sunday is a little too devoted; lucky for you, you'd never have it any other way.)

notes: sunday character study, reader and sunday are arranged to be married/betrothed; not canon compliant, sunday might be ooc and i do not apologize he must be down bad 💯 reblogs are appreciated ! would love for u to tell me what you think about this experimental fic hehe

Sunday has always been the picture perfect image of control.

It is in the way his suit never has a single wrinkle, save for those he intentionally keeps to exude a more tolerable presence to The Family—and even then, he has always smoothed out every crinkle, every flaw; whenever they wouldn't look. It is seen in the way Sunday fights to calm his voice after a particular burst of his emotions, the way he almost obsessively tends to his plans to make sure nothing shall go awry.

If Sunday is a lone bird flying in the sky, then his control over himself, his conduct of his emotions is the chain that binds him to the earth below. Grounding him oft when he himself cannot.

If his sister is akin to a bird that spreads her wings to freedom, then Sunday shall clip his own, chain them down onto the earth if only to protect himself.

“Six gatherings.”

“Eight.”

However, there are often exceptions to his near flawless aspect of self-control; situations in which back him up into a corner, unable to retort.

“Seven gatherings and no more.” Like now, when you were being—for a lack of a better term—an extreme pain in the neck. Sunday exhales a weary breath.

“You can't be serious.” You frown at him. “Surely they'll be satisfied with six? They don't even care!”

“It would be best if we were to leave no possibility unaccounted for.”

“Sunday, you cannot subject me to any worse horrors other than prancing around being buddy buddy with those two-faced fogeys!”

He snorts at the barb. Trust that you use your rather extensive lexicon to state your mind in the most absurd of ways, most especially in the rather glitzy and pompous Family gatherings you both are required (read: forced) to apply yourselves to. Sunday should really ought to put in a word about it to you.

(He does not, however, tell you that your opinion is wrong.)

“I assure you that you will live. Acting like I'm sending you to your death is an immense exaggeration.”

Sunday drowns your complaints and listens to it with one ear. He knows, and trusts that you would relent anyway, so there was no reason in arguing over it any further.

Because, despite the innumerable ways in which your very existence rattles his, turning his carefully constructed world upside down in jeopardy, Sunday cannot stray away from anything you request.

(it would be blasphemy to do so. a sin he would never dare to oppose. you had that effect on him.)

You lounge leisurely at his personal quarters as though it belonged to you (it would, Sunday corrects himself, it will) and meet his eyes, liquid gold taking your existence in its entirety, as though it would be ripped away from him in an instant. He sees your eyes soften, just for a bit.

You put your fisted hand onto your cheek, squishing it slightly as you sulk. Sunday thinks he's finally gone mad when he considers running his fingers through them. (Would it be as soft as he had dreamed?)

Even with your face scrunched in a grimace, you are as radiant as gems and jade; your emotions splayed out before him like a clear spring reflecting the bright sky. (You are a reflection of the freedom he longs to embrace.) As wonderful as everything that Sunday is not.

Sunday knows your distaste is rooted in your aversion to the feigned lies and the prospect of sugarcoating your relationship as one of duty and not true affection (despite it being the complete opposite, he likes to assume) and being put on a pedestal by others.

But compliance is his owner, and Sunday is its dutiful servant.

“I know you're less than inclined-” Sunday starts to say, emphasizing the less. “-but now, with the Charmony Festival within full preparation, they want to see us there. United, as-”

“-As a happy pair.” you finish the thought with a rueful smile. “Something to calm them down while everything is in shambles. How characteristic of them.”

He nods. Meeting your gaze has always made him weak-willed. Sunday thinks that you could bring him down to his knees in reverence if you wish; he would not mind. “I know it goes against your principles.”

Because you believed in truth, that the chaos that Sunday abhors has a beauty to it he cannot understand; that you were a delightful paradox Sunday doesn't want the ugly claws of his control to grasp onto.

(He does not deserve you.)

“While I would gladly endure any gathering if it's with you…” you start, and his heart makes that familiar leap, like wings flapping in his stomach. “I don't want to keep up appearances to those who only see through the surface.”

“Then you shouldn't.” Sunday takes time to stand and stay seated next to you, if only to feel the actuality of you at whole. “You know better than anyone what we are.”

After all, Sunday sees no use in looking at the gazes of others when you are always at the forefront of his mind.

“...I know.” Sunday stiffens when you lean your head on his shoulder, your head brushing by the wing below his ear. He shudders. “I’m aware. More than anyone else.”

Your voice flutters in the wind like a bird soaring through the sky, and you illuminate his world in a stream of color. This is the most he gets to an ardent declaration of love, and Sunday would be damned if he would not reciprocate in any way.

(He does not deserve you, but you make it a point to disagree otherwise, every time.)

“I’ll be by your side at every step.” Sunday says, lacing his gloved hands in yours as a promise. “You need only be by my side.”

In the present, and even in the future, Sunday hopes. Your gentle squeeze of his hand is the content of your answer.

“I can't really say no to you, can I?”

Sunday chuckles. “I should say the same.”

If his mind is bound to seek control, then his soul is bound to seek your warmth. Sunday thinks this is as it should be. As he hopes will always be.

You laugh. “Eight gatherings it is. Though I suppose in the future it would be even more than that.”

“Mm. We shall hope it to be so.”

“Oh, it definitely will.”

All by his side, where his heart shall whisper your name and where your soul shall be forever intertwined with his.

© 𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐈𝐄 : do not repost, copy, or plagiarize my work.

writing process for this was vv inspired by a tiktok audio that i can't remember the name from but it encapsulated sunday so perfectly my keyboard started typing lol

#mhie's spirals #sunday x reader #sunday honkai star rail #sunday hsr #sunday x you #sunday x y/n #hsr x reader #hsr x gender neutral reader #hsr imagines #hsr drabbles

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Corruption fic - First Preview

It’s me, ya girl, comin’ at ya with a little preview! No active warnings for this one ☺️

"That's it, I'm cuttin' you off for tonight," Husk said sternly, whisking away your unfinished glass of whiskey. You'd been at the bar for only an hour and you've already downed 5 full glasses.

"Noooo, Husk c'mon...I'm fffffiiiinnee," you babbled, trying to push your head from the countertop unsuccessfully.

It's been a few months since you arrived in Hell after an unfortunate accident that ended in your early demise. But being a devout believer, you were so sure that Heaven would be your final destination. How wrong you were. You woke up in the fiery pit confused and scared, your body had transformed into that of a demon; you had become something you had feared for your entire life. When you first heard about the Hazbin Hotel, you nearly jumped at the opportunity for redemption. If there was even the slightest hope of getting out of here, you were going to take it. But your situation was more than troublesome, considering how you led your life up on Earth. So most nights, you could easily be found sitting on a bar stool, trying desperately to drown your sorrows and distract yourself from the reality you'd found yourself in.

What's worse...not everyone here is evil. It was ingrained into you that everyone down here in Hell deserved to be, they had earned this punishment. But getting to know some of the other residents at the hotel, that couldn't have been further from the truth! Was everything you were taught just complete lie?! For Heaven's sake, Charlie, the literal princess of Hell, was the sweetest and kindest being you've ever had the pleasure of meeting! And Vaggie, a former angel, so devout to Charlie and her dream, you've never seen two people more in love. Angel, although a bit eccentric and over the top, cared deeply for his friends and was ready to fight for them at a moment's notice. It was all...not what you expected, and you had a very difficult time coping with everything that you had been thrust into.

"You're shit faced," Husk snapped back. "Look, I know you're havin' a hard time with all this. But drinking away your issues ain't gonna solve any of 'em. You need to sleep this off." He watched you stumble off the bar stool, your one foot catching the other, resulting in a rather pitiful fall onto the carpet. But you couldn't feel anything, the alcohol helped mask the pain you were sure to feel tomorrow. You couldn't help but giggle at your own clumsiness. "Oh, for fuck's sake..." Husk grumbled.

Before you could even attempt to pull yourself off the ground, you saw a pair of black boots approaching you in a rather hurried manner.

"Woah!" the voice exclaimed, "Are you alright? Here, let me help you!" In no time, your limp body went from lying on the lobby floor to being hoisted up and helped back onto the bar stool you fell from. You turned your head to see Lucifer's concerned face staring back at you. "Husk, what happened?"

"She's drunk," the cat demon explained, "I told her she was done drinkin' for the night and she ate shit trying to stand up. I was about to help her back to her room-"

All of a sudden, a shadowy presence started to form behind the bar. A static filled laugh was heard before Alastor had popped up, startling the bar tender. "Husker, my good man!," the radio demon bellowed, "it seems as though I am in need of your assistance."

"Fuck! Why can't you just walk in here like a normal fucking person?" Husk grumbled.

Alastor only responded with a light chuckle before fixing his attention on you. "My, my, what have we here?" Alastor taunted. You could have sworn you heard a low growl coming from Lucifer beside you. "I say, my dear, I've never seen you look worse than you do now. What a pity, all of those teachings really didn't help you in the long run, now did they?"

You felt tears threatening to fall from your eyes at Alastor's cruel words. If you were sober, you would have run the other direction as fast as you could. Alastor had been the other real soul you met who you knew with every fiber of your being belonged in this pit. But considering you had no inhibitions and clearly no chance of getting away, you picked your head up and slammed your fists on the table in righteous anger.

"Ohhh, eat shit youuuu *hic* smiling prick!" You tried to stand up once more, only for your legs to buckle underneath you. Luckily, Lucifer had caught you before your face had met with the carpet again. "I-I don't deserve this! 'Least I'm TRYING to redeem m'self!"

Alastor's malicious grin never faltered. "Oh, and what a fabulous job you're doing! I do wonder how a woman such as yourself has fallen so far from grace."

"Fuck off, radio freak," Lucifer snarled, barring his teeth and his eyes shifting to a deep crimson red and yellow.

“Oh, ho ho! Seems as though I’ve struck a nerve,” Alastor mocked. He made his way around the bar, now towering over you and the fallen angel. “Tell me, your highness, what is your fascination with this lost soul, hmm? I’m so utterly curious as to why you would give her the time of day when all she does is wallow in her self pity and-”

“I. SAID. FUCK. OFF.” the king spat, his eyes now changing into a solid red and his voice deepening to match his threat. Though your vision was hazy, you noticed his horns had bursted out from his temples. Whether it was the alcohol or something else entirely, your face suddenly felt very, very hot. “Don’t make me repeat myself again.”

Despite the immense danger, Alastor could only muster a sly grin. “It’s very rude to ignore my question.”

“I don’t have to do anything for you! Or have you forgotten who you’re talking to?” The way Lucifer spoke sent a shiver down your spine. “The only reason that you’re not a mangled corpse on the ground right now is because of my daughter. So if you want to stay in one piece, I’d walk away right now if I were you…”

The two mens’ faces were just inches away from each other now. Alastor’s eye twitched as he glared back at Lucifer with pure distain. His eyes shifted to you only for a brief moment before standing up straight and smirking to himself.

“I suppose it really is no business of mine as to how you choose to mingle with the guests here,” the radio demon resolved. He turned around to walk away, but not before glancing at you once more over his shoulder. “They’re lost causes anyway. Come along, Husker!”

Lucifer’s demonic traits disappeared as Alastor finally left the parlor. “I hate that man.” He looked at Husk empathetically. “If I could break your arrangement with him, I would. I’m sorry. But don’t worry, I’ll take care of her.” With that, Husk nodded and followed the radio demon down the hall, leaving you and Lucifer alone at the now empty bar.

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #lucifer smut #lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel smut #preview #my writing #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer #everyone say hi to Alastor! He’s a bastard! Lol

[andillneverbethesame]

𝒔𝒍𝒖𝒕!

❥ remus lupin x fem!reader

❥ summary; you and remus can't be left alone.

❥ warnings; celebrity!au & soc. media!au

❥ a/n; inspired by taylor swift's "slut!". this is short af and it sucks, i'm sorry. but i wanted to finish it so badly......... hope u enjoy it anyway, ily yallll

the sun shone bright, its rays gently falling on your wet skin as you watched him swimming in your pool.

it was the first time remus came to visit you to los angeles as you've been in london thousand of times and wanted to show him the beauty your state has to offer. he seemed to like it so far, taking some rest from rainy england in sunny california.

the golden liquid you poured into two wine glasses almost matched the color of his hair as he swam from one end of the pool to another — to you. you handed him one of the glasses and he took it from you with a smile on his face. your fingers brushed with his, sending electricity through your entire body.

"to being young," said remus.

you nodded. "to being young."

clink, clink.

all you needed was him.

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later that day, remus took you out for dinner. you believed you've been in every single restaurant in l.a. but your boyfriend proved you wrong.

the moment you walked in, you felt almost everyone's eyes on you. anxiety rushed through your body. almost as if remus could feel it, he gave you a reassuring squeeze and the weight on your shoulders suddenly dropped.

he lead you to an empty table by the window and pulled out your chair. you sent him a smile before sitting down and he took a seat opposite to you.

that was when you made the mistake to look around, locking eyes with numerous people who weren't very excited to see you and remus together.

"ignore them, dove," remus spoke, reading the menu. "they're just jealous of how beautiful you look tonight."

you knew that wasn't the truth but you appreciated him trying enough not to say anything about it anymore. you nodded and picked up the menu and did your best to ignore the glares.

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@celebrityupdates

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@celebrityupdates well, who would've thought! actress y/n y/l/n and "the marauders" bassist remus lupin were spotted together yesterday on a date and then left together hand in hand.

12,656 comments

@user6346873 wasn't she literally dating sirius black like a week ago? bffr girl 💀

-> @siriusblack no, you bffr, she wasn't.

@remuslupinsgf NOO REMUS WHY. she'll cheat on you like she did on everyone else.

               -> @user2578584 name one person she cheated and give me a proof

                   -> @remuslupinsgf whatever. her movies suck anyway

@user742795853 slut.

okay, maybe reading the comments of this post wasn't the best idea, you thought to yourself as if it wasn't completely obvious.

it was the morning after your date with remus and you couldn't understand how these pictures were up already. doesn't the media have better things to do instead of not respecting your privacy and talking about whos hand you're holding?

what also made you angry was that none of the comments seemed to be mentioming the fact that remus recently broke up with someone. you, on the other hand, hadn't been in a relationship for six months.

not that you wanted everyone to attack your boyfriend but you'll be the one to pay the price for the things you two have been doing together. it wasn't fair.

"what got you upset like that?" you jumped at the sound of remus's deep voice from his spot beside you. you glanced at him, your eyes softening at how beautiful he looked lying in your bed with his hair all messy.

"nothing," you mumbled, turned off your phone and placed it at your bedside table. you sighed and got up from the warmth of your covers (and remus's body) before saying, "i'm gonna go grocery shopping. there's absolutely nothing in here. you want something?"

"i'll go with you." 

"i'd rather go alone. i'll be right back." 

and then you left him there, in your bedroom with confusion written all over his pretty features.

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there was no point in keeping your relationship a secret. everyone knew. the picture of your and remus's faces were plastered on the front page of every magazine in north america and united kingdom (remus's friend james said so). still, you tried your best to spend as little time as possible with your boyfriend in public.

unfortunately, as soon as you left the gates of your property to meet remus, you were blinded by the harsh flashes of the cameras. it took your brain a second to register what was going on. remus was waiting there. his two bodyguards were trying to keep the paparazzi away from the two of you.

"y/n!"

"y/n! over here!"

"y/n, what's your message to the haters?"

"y/n, did you hear—"

"i'm sorry," remus spoke loudly so you could hear him well through the voices of the yelling men. "they followed me all the way from hollywood boulevard to here," he reached for your hand and interlinked his fingers with yours. "we couldn't shake them off."

before you could even open your mouth to reply, you were interrupted.

"remus! there's a rumour y/n has been hooking up with sirius black. what do you have to say to that? is it true?"

he completely ignored the question. he knew it wasn't true. you knew he knew.

remus got the door of the car for you and waited for you to get in before shutting it close. when he took a seat next to you and kissed you a "hello" before saying, "you look beautiful tonight", it was easy to forget all about the reality.

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you both were invited to the met gala which took place the very next week. the theme this year was victorian england so you were wearing a pink-white dress with poofy skirt, holding an umbrella of the same colors in your right hand and remus's hand in your left. your eyes were practically glued to him. he looked so handsome in his white shirt, which he had a vest suit over, and dark grey pants. everyone seemed to think so.

while posing for photos on the stairs, remus suddenly turned into you. his face was, out of the blue, too close to yours. you could see it in his eyes, feeling like you could read his mind.

"it's a big mistake," you said, though your smile said otherwise. "it might blow up in your pretty face."

the voice in your head was screaming at him.

do it anyway!

and he's going to.

#harry potter #harry potter imagine #marauders imagine #marauders #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin smut #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin x you

[seat-safety-switch]

All around you, businesses are suffering because they neglected the cybers. That's right. Cybersecurity is more important than ever, because Russians will send you an email attachment that you open, and then your whole network gets all fucked up. And the experts are run off their feet trying to clean all this mess up. In fact, they're so busy, that I decided to step into the breach and help them out a little.

First, some background: yes, before I went "freelance" by way of living a cash-heavy, odd-jobs, hand-to-mouth, criminal-record squatter lifestyle, I too had a regular office job. Perhaps you have one like it. Let me give you some keywords and you let me know if they trigger any deep-seated trauma: Microsoft Excel. Microsoft PowerPoint. Microsoft Project. Now that we've established our mutual bona fides, it's time for your employer to become my employer: by hiring me to clean up the next time that Bob Dipshit, CFO, decides he's going to double-click the wrong icon and hoses the entire Eastern Seaboard.

Do I have expertise in this kind of thing? No. Will I get your files back intact? Probably not. Will anyone else get your files back? About the same chance, if I'm honest. At least this way, we both – that's right, we're partners now – get to rack up some billable hours while we "study the problem" and "look for vulnerabilities" in the meantime. And you never know. Maybe once we send a photo of the car I used to get here, the Russians will realize you don't actually have any money and turn the whole thing off. Rust scares them, you see. Their cars are all made out of exotic compressed resins that goats occasionally eat if you park in the wrong place.

So the next time your office gets all screwed up, don't waste time calling the pros. Waste time calling a complete amateur, and together we can loot the company of a bunch of money before they resign themselves to having to restore from a backup. My rates are entirely reasonable, unless you're the one paying them.

[starry-bi-sky]

im having more fem Danyal thoughts. But specifically I've been thinking about Dani in this au. Now, Fem Danyal is just the alt. version of Danny to my other DAG au, which means she follows that lore. that being said. Danyal and Dani already had a pretty rocky introduction in the first place, ANd if we follow canon's setup, Dani in fem!Danyal's world would be a boy rather than a girl. I'm gonna call him Ali for easier difference (my train of thought was Daniel -> Eli -> Ali). While Danny may resemble Talia more than Bruce, Danny and Damian still look very similar to each other. Their blood relation is unquestionable.

You can imagine how fem Danyal might feel, walking into her room one day after school, and finding a little boy on her bed who looks, at first glance, like the little brother she loves to death. If meeting Ellie triggered Kill Bill Sirens in Danny's head, meeting Ali bass boosted them. For a terrifying, fleeting moment, Danny thinks Damian is right there. That somehow, her clever, intelligent little brother found out she was alive and tracked her down.

She slams the door shut, completely at a loss for words. Her heart has nearly stopped a second time. Then she realizes: this boy's eyes are blue. Not green. He looks too old to be her brother. His jawline too narrow, his hair too messy. As he talks, his voice is not the same as the sparse few videos on the internet showing Damian speaking. This is not the child she helped take his first steps with, nor the child she watched utter his first words. This is not the boy whom she taught to pick up a sword; this is not her brother.

Safe to say, Ali gets a knife pulled on him much, much faster than his female counterpart did. He lives, fortunately, but their relationship is unsteady and rocky even after Ali betrays Vlad and joins Danny.

Danny is unsettled by him, not for being her clone -- although that plays a minor part -- but because every time he drifts into her peripherals, she keeps thinking it's Damian. And it spooks her half out of her mind. She gets her hopes up at the same time her heart drops, then she turns her head, and it's not Damian; it's Dani.

It's also why she won't call him 'Dani', it's one letter too close to 'Dami' and she's afraid she'll call him that if she's not careful. So when he brings it up jokingly, she immediately shoots it down; "I'll call you Eli." instead. (Ali thinks she's boring -- he thought 'danny with a y' and 'dani with an i' was funny. Frankly, so did Danny, but she's too uncomfortable with the idea of calling him Dani.)

When he asks her why, she lies and says it's to prevent confusion. When their relationship is better, "Eli" eventually becomes "Ali".

("Why Ali?" he'll ask her, with an ear pressed against her ribs while Danny coils one of his curls around her finger. She's steadily become more and more affectionate; Danny has the impeccable ability of making it seem so forced and stiff and natural at the same time.)

("Do you not like it?" She'll ask him, voice stilted and unsure. She's got her heart in her throat, but she's starting to stop seeing Damian whenever she looks down. "We can keep it Eli if you'd like.")

("No, no. I like it. Just... why Ali? Does it mean anything?")

(Danny will smooth her palm over Ali's forehead, scratching his hairline with her nails, and feel embarrassed. She'll be silent until he looks up at her, and then she clears her throat. "It means eminent; exalted; noble.")

(Ali stares at her in dead silence, long enough that she starts to grow worried. Then tears bubble up in his eyes, and for a moment Danny thinks she said something wrong. "I lied;" he croaks, "I love it.")

(She will hesitate, and then wipe the tears off with her thumbs. "Ali al Ghul," she'll mutter, "but that name is for you and I only. To the world, you're Ali Fenton." Perhaps she shouldn't be giving him her mother's last name, but he is of her blood now too.)

#dpxdc #dp x dc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc crossover #danyal al ghul au #fem danyal al ghul #fem danny fenton #does this mean that ellie eventually changes her name and has a moment kinda like this with og danyal? yes. i just havent found a name #that i like for ellie that both fits her character and still sounds recognizable to her. Ali was perfect because it sounded so close to Eli #do i believe that Danyal and Ellie's relationship would've been fundamentally different if Ellie ended up being a boy in the original au? #yes. there would've been a very similar or the exact same result as it did with fem danyal imo. danyal was already uncomfortable with her #just for being another little sibling *alone.* my man was not comfy with the fact that he had another blood sibling even if she was a siste #if ellie had been a brother instead? the result would've been the same as it was here.

[thewertsearch]

GG: ok, so what is the plan? […] CG: OK WELL THE MOST IMMEDIATE POINT OF BUSINESS IS CG: YOU SEE THAT GLOWING BLUE SCREEN BEHIND YOU? […] CG: YOU NEED TO TURN THAT FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT OFF.

The Fourth Wall again?

So far, it's really only been relevant to the non-canonical Hussie interludes, but maybe it’s dangerous for Watsonian reasons, too. Gamzee certainly seems interested in it...

It did belong to Jack originally. Maybe Derse can still make use of it, so it needs to be disabled before someone like DD gets any clever ideas.

CG: I'M NOT GOING TO SAY MUCH ABOUT IT. CG: BUT SUFFICE TO SAY THERE ARE JUST SOME THINGS YOU DON'T WANT TO SCREW WITH. […] CG: THEY ARE FORCES WHICH IF HANDLED RECKLESSLY WILL NULLIFY THE BASIC ABILITY OF INTELLIGENT BEINGS IN ALL REAL AND HYPOTHETICAL PLANES OF EXISTENCE TO GIVE A SHIT.

Oh, I get it. Karkat’s taking a little break from canon himself, and explaining to the audience that too many meta shenanigans would eventually ruin the story.

I’m absolutely in agreement with this. A fourth-wall break in the wrong place could completely ruin the comic’s dramatic stakes. This is a goofy comic, and we have fun here, but going full Deadpool would tear the plot to shreds.

CG: […] MY ROLE AT THE MOMENT IS TO ACT AS A SORT OF GO BETWEEN FOR YOU AND YOUR FUTURE SELF CG: TO HELP ALONG THE PROCESS OF MAKING THESE PLANS CG: WHILE YOUR FUTURE SELF IS DELIBERATELY VAGUE ABOUT SOME STUFF SO AS NOT TO "JINX" THE CONCEPTION OF THE IDEAS IN THE FIRST PLACE I GUESS?

I like this idea. It allows Future Jade to guide her past self’s actions, but filters her guidance through a layer of indirection. Present Jade will be getting some help, but she'll still be able to come up with her own original ideas.

Jade really doesn’t want her plans to be stable-looped into existence, and I can get behind that sentiment, too.

CG: MEANWHILE TIME IS KIND OF RUNNING OUT HERE, WHERE I AM CG: WE'RE COUNTING DOWN TO SOMETHING CG: SOMETHING LOOMING ON THE TROLLIAN TIMELINE AND NO ONE KNOWS WHAT IT IS CG: AND MY TEAM IS KIND OF FALLING APART CG: I'M COMPLETELY LOSING TRACK OF EVERYONE AND WHAT THEY'RE DOING.

It's been a while since we've done a Veil roll call, actually. Let's give it a whirl.

Karkat is coordinating with Jade on what may or may not become the Scratch plan, and trying to keep tabs on his deteriorating team.

Vriska and Terezi are fighting a proxy war using John and Dave respectively.

Aradia has exploded, and the status of her ghost is currently unknown.

Kanaya is trying in vain to dissuade Rose from the trajectory that Scratch and the Gods have set her on.

Gamzee has recently developed a hatecrush on Dave. He also has some huge hidden importance to the comic, and he’s going to be attacked close to the end of the countdown.

Eridan is planning to confront Jack with his 'awesome' new Science Wand.

Tavros is on his way to confront Vriska and there's like a 98% chance she's going to paralyze him again.

Feferi is consorting with monsters in her dreams. She's also destined to be killed, but her assailant is currently unknown.

The only trolls who (as far as we're aware) aren't up to something are Equius, Nepeta and Sollux.

#homestuck liveblog #full liveblog #act 5.2 #3252 #s113 #troll call LOL

[livingformintyoongi]

heeeeeeeeeyaaaaaaaaa

my idea: hate sex, enemies to lovers???

pairing: jungkook and yn

yn and jk have been in the same friend group since highschool, but they could never stand eachother (he always pranked her, would't say bully, but hasn't been exactly nice to her either)

she always stood silent, until one day she just gets fed up and starts arguing back, he might tell her 'oh shut up!' and she could say 'make me' and you know...the rest is history hahaha

The best way to shut someone up

a/n: This is my second order from Jungkook. This is the second time reader ends up being more dom than Jungkook lol. I'm not really sure if it counts as hate sex, I just got carried away for the moment 😣. warnings: Semi-public sex (they're in an alley in the middle of the night), reader is a bit dominant (sorry, I'm a natural dom!reader with Jk), Jungkook has a weakness for reader's brute attitude, unprotected sex, reader is 2 years older than Jk, hair pulling. wc: 2.4k

"Every day I'm more and more impressed by the horrible taste you have" whispered Jungkook, leaning against the same wall you were leaning against.

You had to take your drink in one shot just to keep from hitting his face. It worked a little, but you'd be lying if you said the urge was completely gone. You tried to remind yourself that you’re older than him, you should keep your composure and ignore the fact that he was being a son of a bitch to you, had you ever done anything to make him treat you this way? Before he came to the group you didn't even talk, god, you didn't even know he existed before Taehyung dragged him to your group after you met at an art workshop, then why was he so nasty?

"Seriously, how could you pick that dress? It's hideous" he shook his head, taking a sip of his drink. It was his turn to drive today, so he couldn't afford to drink alcohol.

"Well, it's not like I got dressed thinking about whether you'd like it or not either, my life doesn't revolve around you, you know?" you turned to look at him, grimacing as you felt the smoke from his cigarette hit your face. You forced your brain to count to ten.

"That doesn't take away from the fact that you look hideous, you should take it off," Jungkook turned to you, staring at you. He brought his cigarette to his lips and took a long puff, blowing the smoke in your face. 

"Okay, I've had enough," you stood in front of him, crossing your arms over your chest, "either start treating me with the minimum respect given to a person, or deal with the consequences."

"And what consequences could come to me if I don't obey you?" he stubbed out his cigarette on the wall behind him, letting the butt fall to the floor. He walked over to you, coming face to face with you, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

If he thought you would be intimidated by this he was very wrong. 

"I don't know, maybe a kick in the balls will finally make you shut the fuck up" you growled, mentally preparing yourself to leave him for at least five minutes on the floor trying to endure the pain he would have in his crotch. 

"Fuck, that sounds really exciting" he whispered as his hands formed fists at his sides.

You went blank for a few seconds, wondering for a moment if you had misheard. "What did you say?" you looked at Jungkook, slightly surprised.

Jungkook's eyes widened, his unpleasant countenance quivering slightly, "Did I say it out loud?"

"You were thinking it?" you frowned, beginning to question if you had actually just told him that you were going to kick him in the balls until he stopped saying shit about you and how you dressed. 

"No?" he turned back to that expression he'd been looking at you with since you'd met him. How you hated it. You seriously felt like deforming his face right now. "Why the fuck would I say that?"

"I never repeated what you said, I just asked what you said" you raised your eyebrows. If there was one thing you hated more than idiots, it was idiots who treated you like a liar.

"Shut your mouth" he frowned, moving closer to you. Your chests were now barely brushing against each other, and the heels you were wearing allowed you to be almost at Jungkook's height, so your noses were also millimeters away from meeting. You wanted to ignore the fact that his lips were also menacingly close to yours.

"Make me" you raised your head. This idiot would never intimidate you, ever.

"If that's what you want" he whispered as he shrugged his shoulders, grabbing your neck with his right hand and pulling you towards him until his lips met yours. 

You were totally unprepared for this. There were hundreds of scenarios in your head about what Jungkook could have done to silence you, like covering your mouth with his hand, or shoving some snack in it, things like that, but a kiss? That never crossed your mind.

The sound of glass shattering against the floor echoed in the middle of the alley just as Jungkook pressed his left hand against your waist, pulling you even closer to him. Your bodies were now completely glued together. Jungkook ran the tip of his tongue over your lips, moaning softly at the taste of your lip gloss against his tongue.

He was taken by surprise that you allowed him entrance to your mouth, just as he was surprised that you ran your hands around his neck, pulling him closer to you. He expected you to punch him in the face and tell him he was a sick fuck, to get away from you or you would call the police, anything but accept his kiss and allow him to kiss you. He was really grateful for this.

Once his tongue was inside your mouth, he took the time to explore your mouth properly, he had waited too long for this moment and needed to feel it was real. That excuse he made to himself as he lowered his hand to your ass and gave it a light squeeze. 

He moaned as he felt your hand tangle in his hair and pull him hard enough to separate his lips from yours. Somehow or other that turned him on even more. He really loved your attitude.

"What do you think you're doing?" you whispered into his neck. He was bound to look down at you in this position. He loved the look you were bringing at that moment, as well as the irregular movement of your chest due to the kiss you had just given each other. He could tell he wasn't the only one excited about what was happening.

"You asked me to shut you up" he took your wrist, pulling it away from his hair and closer to his lips. He left a trail of kisses up your arm until he stopped at your shoulder. He really didn't think what he had said earlier was true, the dress looked great on you, and he actually worried when you walked out into the alley outside the bar alone. If someone came up to you and did something to you... he didn't know if he would be able to control himself.

Although on second thought, he told himself, that was just what was happening right now. At least he could defend himself by saying that you hadn't rejected his kiss.

"I was just obeying, Noona" he whispered into your neck, letting out a teasing chuckle as he noticed your head being pushed aside to give him more space. 

"I don't understand how this would help me shut up," you replied, slipping your hand under Jungkook's jacket and stopping at his waist. He seriously had a beautiful waist.

"Well, let me show you" he buried his teeth in the space where your neck and shoulder met, leaving a mark on your skin that he would be tremendously proud of when others saw it. He slipped one of his hands under your dress, brushing your center over your underwear. His cock stirred inside his briefs as he heard you moan softly. He had never heard you make that sound before. Now it was his favorite.

One part of you refused to accept how good the touch of Jungkook's fingers felt on your core, the other was too focused on the knot that was starting to form in your stomach to pay attention to who it was that was provoking that feeling in you. You decided to go for the second one, then you would martyr yourself thinking about the stupid thing you were doing.

"I want to feel what your pussy is like so badly, can I stick my fingers in?" whispered Jungkook into your shoulder, too focused on leaving marks on your neck to notice anything else that was going on around you.

"Don't ask, just do it" you growled in your slightly deeper voice than usual. Jungkook shivered slightly at the sound of you. That tone of voice would be his undoing, and he was more than willing to accept it. 

He pushed your underwear aside, feeling his mouth go dry as he noticed how wet you already were. He was proud to have had this effect on you. You could hate him with all your soul, but you still desired him physically, just as he desired you.

He gently pushed his index and middle fingers inside you, using his thumb to slowly and torturously play with your clitoris. You both moaned at the same time, he, from how tight and wet your pussy was, you from feeling his fingers enter you as he teased your clit. His fingers were doing a wonderful job.

"Amazing, you're so much tighter than I thought" he whispered, pulling your dress up to your waist so he could watch as his fingers moved in and out of you at a steady pace. He swallowed saliva at the sight, using your free hand to rub your cock over your pants. 

"Let me do it" you removed his hand from his pants, quickly unbuttoning them and slipping your hand inside them to rub his cock wrapped around his boxers. Jungkook gasped at the sensation of your cool hand on his member. You weren't even touching him directly yet and he already felt in heaven.

Jungkook rested his forehead on your shoulder, letting his fingers begin to make faster lunges as he returned the favor you were doing him by, if nothing else, rubbing his cock over his clothes. You almost screamed when he curved his fingers inside you, bumping into your G-spot. 

"Is that it? Does it feel good to be touched in that place?" he pulled away from your shoulder a little, resting his forehead against yours. Once he noticed that you didn't plan to answer him, he rammed his fingers into that spot again, this time increasing the force of the onslaught. The shit-eating grin he had put on as he noticed how you trembled every time he touched that spot would not be taken off by anyone. 

"Take your hand away," you said with a slight frown, squeezing his cock by way of threat. Jungkook quickly obeyed, pulling his fingers out from inside you and watching as your hand traveled to the elastic that held his briefs in place. 

He gasped as he felt the cold air hit his sensitive member, or perhaps it was because he was turned on by the sight of you unabashedly pulling out his cock and groping it, squeezing his balls and rubbing his slit. You were exactly what he thought you would be like in sex.

"Who knew Jungkookie would have such a nice cock" you laughed softly, squeezing the base of his member, noticing how preseminal fluid was starting to ooze out of his slit. You ran your thumb over the tip, taking the liquid into your mouth and licking it off. 

Jungkook moaned at the sight. He never thought you would taste his cum like that. 

"Always acting so nasty every time we're together, was it because you were desperate to fuck me?" you commented teasingly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He just nodded quickly, resting his hands on your hips. You looked so beautiful that for a second he completely forgot that you were in a seedy alley, outside a bar where all his friends were enjoying.

"Okay" You moved towards the wall that faced your back, Jungkook followed you without even questioning you. His hands were clinging to your hips, and he refused to let go. "Then fuck me the fuck up and stop acting like a motherfucker."

It took him a while to process what you had just said, but as soon as he got the message he lifted you up by your thighs and leaned you against the wall, resting his hand behind your head to keep the brick from hurting you. 

"Fine" he nodded quickly, taking his cock in his free hand and rubbing it against your middle. 

You had to bite your tongue to keep from screaming as you felt Jungkook thrust in. It felt really good to have his member in your pussy. It's not like you were going to tell him out loud.

"Fuck, so tight" he growled against your lips, kissing you messily. Jungkook was sure this would happen again, so he would no longer take the time to enjoy the kiss.

The knot in your belly grew tighter and tighter as Jungkook rammed hard against your insides, causing your back to hit the brick of the wall. It was painful, but the pleasure was enough to make you forget the pain completely. 

"You feel so good" Jungkook nuzzled your neck, taking his time to kiss and lick your bottom lip. He grunted on this very one as he felt your pussy clench on his cock before his words. "Shit, if you keep doing that you'll make it hard to hold back, you know?".

"The night is long" you hummed, resting your head on Kook's hand, closing your eyes and letting barely audible moans escape, "we can always leave and pay for a hotel."

You felt Jungkook's cock contract inside you at the thought. There was nothing he wanted more in this world than to spend the whole night fucking you. "So it's okay if I cum?" he looked up, trying to meet your gaze.

You grabbed his hair, tugging lightly on it. "If you don't I'll be really mad at you, and believe me, you really don't want me to be upset for the rest of the night" you whispered, tightening your grip on his hair. 

Jungkook moaned at the action, beginning to quicken the pace of his thrusts, as well as the force he applied to them.

You bit your lower lip as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten tighter and tighter as his lunges grew deeper and deeper. Despite having done that with the intention of keeping quiet, you almost screamed as you felt his cock collide with your G-spot, squeezing Jungkook harder.

That was enough for him to come to his release, without ceasing to move his hips against yours. You came moments later, just as he leaned his head against yours, letting the last spurt of his cum spurt out inside you.

"So," he whispered between gasps, brushing the hair back from his forehead, "what hotel are we supposed to go on to?"

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[doctor-dusk]

𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 | 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐭.

you and a certain riddler (eycte!alex) have some fun at a halloween party.

warnings: unprotected sex (piv), veeery soft dom!alex, i think that's it lol

word count: 4.6k

english is not my first language, so sorry if there are any grammatical errors. also this is my first smut posted here, i'm fucking nervous :v

‘’so, you think it will take a while for her to arrive?’’ 

alex heard miles' question sound far away as his eyes were fixed on the partially busy street. they were at the entrance to the hotel exactly ten minutes ago for a costume party, after all, it was halloween.

‘’perhaps. it wouldn't be her if she wasn't late, eh?’’ he replied, looking at his wristwatch and avoiding rubbing his eyes in frustration, as he didn't want to smudge the perfectly done eyeliner on the waterline of his eyes.

alex had planned this for over a month, not just because miles and other friends would be at this party, but because you would be there. well, at least that's what you told him three days ago, when he asked you for the umpteenth time if you were really going. turner knew you well enough to know that you could change your mind in the blink of an eye. you weren't the type to leave the house, so seeing you be anywhere other than your apartment was like a huge event that he really didn't want to miss.

‘’you can go ahead if you want. i'll wait ‘ere.’’ alex turned to kane when he saw him adjust the platinum wig on his head. he couldn't say exactly what miles' fantasy was, but he didn't think it was bad. it suited him.

‘’nah, i don't think it will be necessary.’’ miles pointed with his chin in the opposite direction, making alex turn his head. his eyes caught sight of the silver toyota prius arriving at the rotating parking lot. alex breathed a sigh of relief mixed with satisfaction when he knew it was you.

he didn’t look away for a second, not even when the valet came around the car to open the driver’s door so you could get out. he thought he forgot how he breathed when he saw you tiptoe out of the vehicle, wearing a strapless leather dress, highlighting even more your clavicle and well-defined shoulders; the black leather boots didn't shine any more than the chocker-style necklace wrapped around your neck subtly, not looking so tight; your voluminous hair was down, finished impeccably, and turner thought for a moment that was the reason you took your sweet time. as you approached as if you were parading on a catwalk, he noticed how the femme fatale makeup fit you like a glove, your entire face seemed more highlighted with the catty eyelashes.

he definitely couldn't stop looking at you. and he didn't even want to.

‘’what kind of fantasy is this, miles?’’ it was the first thing you asked after you handed over your car keys to the valet to park your car in a space in the underground parking lot. ‘’i don't know, a mix of elvis presley and niall horan?’’

‘’yeah, yeah, very funny.’’ miles forced a laugh without a hint of humor. ‘’this is art, okay? ric flair, better known as the nature boy.’’ he said, taking a walk while you let out a laugh. ‘’of course ya’ don't know, just want to know about lovecraft and allan poe.’’

‘’and what's wrong with that?’’ you rolled your eyes in amusement, then resting them on turner. his smile grew even wider when he saw you so close and so… tempting. you never thought you'd actually need to see turner wearing eyeliner until you saw it before your eyes. ‘’oh, and you must be…’’ you said, sliding your index finger over qlex's covered shoulder, making him smile.

‘’c’mon, darlin’. it shouldn't be that hard to know who i am.’’ alex extended his arms, also doing a little turn so that you could look at him up and down and caught your lip between your teeth just in time, before he could complete the turn and look back at you. ‘’what does a liar do when he’s dead?’’

‘’he lies still.’’ you replied immediately, seeing alex smile as he nodded. ‘’well, 's not bad, al. such a perfect riddler. better than a certain someone…’’ you mumbled under your breath as you gestured to miles, making turner hold back a laugh.

‘’yeah, just pretend i'm not here. bullying can be avoided, ya’ know?’’ he lightly pushed you by the shoulder, making you laugh. you couldn't help it, but you knew that deep down, it was all just a joke. you and miles got along very well, especially because you had been friends for a long time and it was through him that you met alex. it couldn't be better.

‘’c’mon, you know i love you, mi.’’ you hugged him over his shoulder, gently rubbing the palm of your hand on miles' chin, feeling his sparse beard tickle your open palm.

‘’okay, okay. and who are you, by the way?’’ he asked, now paying attention to your costume.

‘’neither do i know. something close to the characters in the books i read, a mix of dracula and… i don't know.’’ you said, shaking the vampire cape you wore. turner couldn't help but let an almost invisible smirk appear. he knew you would choose something like this, it was as if he knew you like the back of his hand.’’

‘’i liked it. ‘s just like you.’’ alex said, seeing you smile without showing your teeth, your cheeks flushed as the smile was still present on your face. ‘’looks like you’ve been flashin’ triple A passes at the cemetery gates.’’

‘’oh, here it comes. we don't have time for that, let's go ‘cause the night is young and it grows fast.’’ miles gestured in mock boredom, opening the way for you to enter. obviously you and alex followed him side by side, and alex didn't pass up the opportunity he had by wrapping his arm around your waist, resting his hand there. 

of course, you didn't stop feeling that ravenous shiver, even though you tried to hide it as best you could. you just loved alex's touch on any area of your body. literally any area.

‘’thought you weren't going to come.’’ alex whispered in your ear, even though the room was filled with loud music, you were able to hear and smile.

‘’i thought about giving up, you know me. i hate leaving the my cave.’’ you laughed through your nose, looking at him. alex awakened something inexplicable in you, even more now. the clothes, the hair, the makeup, the way his jaw was so marked as if it could cut diamonds, the eyes marked by eyeliner seemed more enigmatic even in the partially lit environment, the mouth that seemed to invite you for a kiss in a hidden corner... all of that was capable of taking away what little sanity you had left and making you insane, even if you hadn't drunk a drop of alcohol until that moment.

‘’oh, sweetheart, you would break me heart if you didn't come.’’ turner pouted amidst his slurred voice, letting his thumb run up and down your waist, giving you an almost imperceptible caress. you held your breath subtly, trying not to lose your self-control.

but in front of alex turner, you had anything but self-control.

‘’it's not like you won't have fun here without me.’’ you joked, taking a drink from the waiter who passed by, serving drinks on a golden tray. the party was packed, more than expected. miles had already gotten lost in the crowd, not that you cared about that. you’re fine just in each other's company.’’

‘’it wouldn't be that funny, love.’’ alex laughed, letting his nose run over your bare shoulder, feeling the fragrance of your perfume invade his nostrils, absorbing a smile that was impossible to hide. ‘’you and your mysterious energy like someone with an unkind of ravens and murder of crows fascinate me. i couldn't do without you ‘ere.’’ he finished, taking some of his drink to try. his throat burned with the first sip, but nothing he wasn't used to.

‘’me and my mysterious energy? this one is new.’’ — you raised an eyebrow, a little curious. alex couldn't explain exactly what caught his attention.

he knew that you were kinda different from the other girls he had ever met. fascinated by lovecraft and edgar allan poe, further denoting your small obsession with death. your favorite films were horror films, especially the italian kind. you could spend hours and hours listening to the soundtracks while driving your prius through the city streets in your dark leather clothes, living your life the way you wanted.

he loved your authenticity. you weren't afraid or ashamed to be like this. maybe that was what excited him so much that he wanted you so bad.

alex laughed instead of giving you an answer, pulling you onto the dance floor. at one point, they met up with miles and other mutual friends, you drank, had fun listening to some music from the 80s. you felt free to do whatever you wanted as the drink got more to your heads and the zeros lined up on the clock.

in fact, you don't usually go to these places, you'd much rather be at home under the covers and in the company of a good book. but when you were with alex and miles, everything seemed to get better. or more specifically, when you were with alex. even though he was completely the opposite of you, turner was seen as a kind of magnet, impossible to ignore, especially when you had already taken enough shots to lose track of each other and the sexual tension increased with each exchange of glances.

little did you know that even though he wasn't your type, alex was completely willing to try something.

‘’what do you think we get out of ‘ere, baby?’’ you heard qlex's voice drawl when he brought his mouth to your ear. you thought he did it on purpose, just to make every hair on your body stand on end. and well, it really was on purpose.

‘’where?’’ you asked, wrapping your arms around his neck, feeling him closer. turner looked around for a moment, trying to adjust his blurry vision. you could go to any room in that hotel, but he had a better idea in mind.

‘’your car.’’ he suggested. you gave a roguish smile, finishing your drink in one gulp. oh, you knew exactly where this would take them, and there was no way you were going to back down now. not when turner is absurdly irresistible and you're in an overwhelming mood.

‘’what about miles?’’ you dared to ask, looking over his shoulder, seeing your friend dancing as if there was no tomorrow, not caring about the two of you there.

‘’don't give a shit about him right now.’’ turner said, tilting his face a little to give you a soft kiss without using his tongue, already being able to awaken even more that insane desire in both you and himself. ‘’just want you, darlin’.’’ he finished in a whisper, biting your bottom lip.

you didn't need to respond any further, leading the way immediately, passing through the euphoric and drunk bodies, gripping alex's hand who was following right behind you, also eager to get out of there as soon as possible. you got your car keys from reception, and soon the two of you were heading to the parking lot, stopping to exchange some caresses that you thought were urgent since you couldn't do it while walking.’’

‘’oh, i love this car.’’ alex comments in an ecstatic sigh, letting his hand slide over the sparkling silver bodywork of the trunk of your toyota prius.

‘’more than me?’’ you asked, leaning your body against the warm hood of the car, practically lying on it. alex watched the scene in slow motion with a roguish smile. and for him it was impossible not to walk towards you, leaving your bodies almost glued together, his hands were firm on your waist while he used one of his legs to create a small space between your legs.

‘’no, no more than you, honey.’’ he replied in a purr, his thirsty lips trailed across your chin in a drawn-out kiss, making you gasp as you felt the light pressure of his kiss on your neck.

soon enough, the kisses on your neck stopped when you felt the need to feel his lips crushing yours, becoming as urgent as the touches on his neck and waist, bringing him closer to you, his sneaky hands moved down to lift the skirt of your dress so that you felt freer to open your legs a little more and he could be in the middle, pressing more against you. the rough kiss had an alcoholic taste, not that you minded that, in fact, it made everything even more delicious when mixed with the heavy breathing and racing hearts.

‘’fuck, you're so…’’ he murmured amid the kiss, feeling your hands loosening the black tie he was wearing around his neck. even though he was a musical genius, words always seemed to escape him when it came to you. and you loved it.

‘’so…?’’ you laughed, biting his lip softly before turning your face away to look around. you didn't know if anyone was nearby or if there were cameras in that parking lot. but deep down, you both loved that adrenaline.

‘’so dark. but i want you hard.’’ he said, grabbing your face by the chin and forcing you to look at him. his hair that was previously combed back was messy, and that made him even sexier in your opinion. ‘’so hard…’’ he repeated as he kissed you again, as if somehow he couldn't live without feeling your mouth against his and your tongues tangling briefly.

‘’how much? do you have a percentage?’’ you teased him as you felt his hands squeeze the warm skin of your thighs, sliding a little lower. every touch and sensation was so electrifying that any little thing could make you even more aroused.

‘’fuck the percentage, i want you so much. so fuckin’ much.’’ he laughed, dragging his slightly drunken voice. you laughed too, you liked that it was always in moments like this that you managed to get a hearty laugh out of each other, and so soon you were in the backseat of your car.

within moments, you were sitting on his lap, feeling his hands on your back and the cold breeze from the air conditioning on. turner relaxed his body against the back of the backseat, wrapping one hand around your waist while the other pressed the back of your head as you trailed kisses on his neck. he gasped with each touch, each time he felt your tongue snake up his neck to his earlobe while your hands had the agile job of unbuttoning his shirt and getting rid of his belt.

you had an immense desire for each other, and every second seemed to increase your desire even more, especially when you kissed him again, so deeply that you lost your breath, even more so when you moved your hips in his lap, feeling him pant against your mouth.

you quickly unzipped alex's pants, sliding them down enough with his help as he lifted his hips so that you had an easier time taking off not only his pants but also his boxers, revealing his throbbing erection pulling out of his confines.

you give a smirk, not hesitating to place your right hand there, causing a drawn out sigh from him. your touch was all that he needed, he was craving it for such a long fucking time.

‘’i’m not going to lie, it's the first time i've done this in a car.’’ he said, still panting as he felt your hand slide up and down his cock, seeing you sit a little below his belly so that his leaking tip gently brushed against your belly. you were stroking him so deliciously slow, making him clench his fists in anticipation.

‘’same, i don't even know if this will work.’’ you laughed softly, feeling alex’s hands lower the top of your dress a little just to see the sight of your breasts exposed in front of him, leaving him more aroused than he could have imagined.

‘’let’s make it work, love.’’ he replied, moving his hand to your panties, not feeling the need to take them off, just using his index and middle fingers to form a hook and pull them to the side, leaving them free so he could test the waters a little, teasing you just like you did to him. ‘’oh, you’re so wet, baby.’’ he smirked, using his thumb to ghost over your clit, his touch was as light as a feather, and it was torturous for you. ‘’we didn't do anything and you're already soaked, eh?’’

‘’and it’s all your fault.’’ you grumbled, pressing your thumb on his fat tip, spreading the precum all over his throbbing cock. he let out a growl, he wish he could eat you out until you’re screaming his name and your moans echo throughout the parking lot, but he was kinda desperate to feel you around him.

''lift your hips, babe. need to feel you.'' he commanded, still holding your panties firmly to the side with the hook he formed with his fingers.

you obeyed immediately, raising your hips a little, rubbing his tip through your folds, spreading your wetness over it, closing your eyes as you sink down on him, feeling him bury his cock completely inside of you, throwing your body back a little, placing both of your hands on his knees while he helped you move by putting one hand on your waist and the other were still occupied holding your panties to the side.

your movements were slow, lifting your hips up and bringing them down again, making alex have the privilege of seeing his cock coming out almost completely to the point of seeing his tip out and then disappearing completely inside of you, your walls feeling like home for him. and you did this with such precision, increasing the pace a little more with each bounce, both of you panting with each firm thrust.

‘’f-fuck, al, feels so fuckin’ g-good…’’ you barely have the voice to whisper in his ear when you lean your body towards him, making him place one of his hands on your lower back. alex kissed your neck, already free from the necklace when you took it off earlier, leaving a trail of saliva with his tongue until he reached your jawline.

‘’you feel so fucking good, darling. so tight…’’ alex hummed, satisfied with the feeling of your tits against his chest, your hard nipples poking his skin. ‘’you ‘ave no idea how much i want you on all fours right now.’’ he said, sucking the air tightly between his teeth, his hand moved to give you a hard slap on your left buttock, making a noise that would certainly echo through the room if you were in one.

‘’let’s make it work, love.’’ you repeated his line, seeing him smile as he caught his lower lip between his teeth as he caught one last glimpse of you above him. you had an idea, knowing that you could fold down the backseat, doing so by pressing the small latch in the corner of the car, folding the seat down and creating more space.

now you were able to reverse positions, and soon you were on all fours towards him, letting your ass up so that he could take you from behind. the car was silent, you only heard the sound of his breathing and your own breathing before you felt him pulling down your panties until it reached your bent knees, your hole were clenching around nothing, feeling so empty without him, but soon this emptiness were filled when he entered you again with no warming, making you gasp.

his hands grabbed your waist after traveling a path along your thighs and buttocks, respectively, feeling your skin shivering at his touch. you pressed the upholstery of the seat with one hand while the other was leaning against the window. whoever was passing by could easily see the prints of your fingers and palm because of the air conditioning on. 

even though the pace was slow at first, you couldn't help but roll your eyes at the delicious sensation of feeling him fucking you so deep , his tip kissing your cervix repeatedly, even more so when he held your shoulder, making you lift your head a little and feel his warm and alcoholic breath hitting your hair as he leaned his body a little more over yours.

turner had a smile on his lips, he liked the sight of having you in all fours at him, and even more so when you were so lubricated that it was even slippery, he could pull out his entire cock and bottoms out with such ease and did it several times, not only because it is extremely pleasurable for him, but also for you. 

he loved seeing you so cockdrunked, he love to see you arch your back as you contorted your body whenever he hit your g-spot to the point that it made you feel a small twinge, just like a cramp.

‘’oh, fuck, alex.’’ you growled, grabbing his wrist, making him look at you while you turned your head enough to look him in the eyes. you had bright eyes, a flushed face, your lipstick was completely smudged and your chest was rising and falling with heavy breathing.

‘’yeah?’’ he asked cynically, leaning his body more to leave a small kiss on your shoulder, watching you struggle to reach his lips to try to give him a kiss.

‘’are you sure i'm the dark one around here?’’ you mumbled, and alex gave another smile. he knew you wanted more. he might as well make you beg for it, he liked being in control, and that turned him on even more.

‘’shh, you are very impatient.’’ he tilted his body more so he could kiss you while he remained still inside you, then returning to his starting position to continue thrusting slowly for a few more seconds, just for fun.

he kept his eyes closed, feeling his adam's apple throb and even though he tried to ignore it, he couldn't help but respond to your requests for more. the position made the penetration deeper and, when he realized that you were more comfortable and wiggling your ass to match his pace, he sank his fingers into your hips as he began to thrust harder.

there was a moment when you didn't know which was louder, whether it was their moans or the sound of his hips bumping against your ass, and turner didn't hesitate to close his fist around your hair, making you roll your eyes under your eyelids, needing just a few more thrusts so he could notice your arms failing to keep you fully on all fours, announcing the arrival of a orgasm.

alex wraps his arm around your waist, his palm resting on your belly, making you partially kneel while he is pounding hard, just to hear you moan his name madly, feeling your nails scratch his arms wrapped around your torso. 

his other hand roamed to your front, moving down so his middle and ring finger could rub your clit tirelessly, making your knees even weaker as you grabbed his hair for your dear life. you're just a babbling mess, and he liked the effect he had on you.

‘’what’s the matter? you wanted it hard, so you’re fucking getting it.’’ he growled, biting your shoulder as you gasped for air, your cunt was clenching hard around him, you’re really close.

‘’fuck, fuck, fuck, alex, ‘m gonna cum, please…’’ you moaned breathlessly, feeling his fingers keeping its ministrations on your sensitive bud.

‘’mhmm, that’s right, baby, cum for me.’’ he encouraged you, and you just loved it when he talked to you like that, and it didn't take long for you to cum on his cock, he kept fucking you through your orgasm just to prolong this overwhelming feeling.

and of course, it didn't take him long to follow suit, letting go of everything he was fighting to hold back just for the feeling of pleasure to linger, his hot load coated your walls, filling you up so good. soon he was breathing deeply as he tried to adjust his blurred vision, his grip on you still tight.

he let his limp body fall onto the bench, seeing that you did the same. now you’re concentrated on regulating your own breathing. you had a smile on your face, running your tongue over your lips as if you couldn't believe what just happened.

his half closed eyes still captured the moment when you reached the dashboard only to turn off the air conditioning and open the glove compartment, taking out a cigarette pack and a black lighter. every movement you made was slow, from the moment you brought the unlit cigarette to your full lips until the moment you took the first drag, blowing the smoke outside through the small crack in the window you opened.

‘’why are you looking at me like that?’’ you asked curiously, your bent legs swinging from side to side in a distracted way. turner shook his head, taking a drag on the cigarette you offered him next.

‘’i just like looking at you.’’ he replied after releasing smoke from his mouth. you both stayed in a comfortable silence for a while longer, just looking at each other and enjoying what you had. and you wouldn't trade it for anything. ‘’we should do this again.’’

‘’maybe in a bigger car.’’ you added, looking inside your prius before taking another drag, taking your hand to the outside of the car to get rid of the cigarette ashes. ‘’but I really want to do it again. not here.’’ you raised one of your eyebrows, sliding your foot over turner's bare and sweaty chest, letting him know that you weren't satisfied with just this quickie. and he wasn't either. he would never get tired of doing this to you wherever he went.

‘’my place or yours?’’ he asked with a smirk, seeing you shrug your  shoulders. 

‘’odds and evens?’’ you asked and alex laughed.

‘’fair enough. evens.’’ he responded by closing his hand and you did the same, and they soon showed the chosen numbers. alex showed one finger and you showed two.

‘’guess i won this one.’’ you giggled, touching the tip of his nose, implying that you were going to your apartment. and then, they were putting back your clothes and getting ready to leave the parking lot in the car.

‘’are we really going to leave miles ‘ere?’’ he asked, laughing as he combed his hair with his fingers. you laughed, nodding.

‘’miles knows how to manage without us for a night.’’ you replied, allowing yourself to speed up the car as you left the hotel, moving further and further away. ‘’i just know that i want you so hard.’’

‘’how much? do you have a percentage?’’ alex asked, hearing your hearty laugh echo through the car while the wind that came through the window ruffled your hair and made you more graceful.

‘’fuck the percentage, i want you so much. so fuckin’ much.’’

alex laughed, being quick enough to steal a peck from you as you took you both to your apartment or wherever. alex didn't care about having a certain destiny as long as he was with you.

after that, all you saw before your sparkling eyes while you both were inside the prius was an empty avenue on a halloween night in los angeles.

#alex turner x reader #alex turner smut #alex turner #alex turner fanfic #alex turner x you #alex turner x y/n #doctor says

[wosoluver]

Healers got to date protectors - Headcanons

Misa x physio!reader

How she asked you to be her girlfriend.

"Okay, this kinda feels like 'how I met your mother'" adjusting yourself on the couch.

"So, it was after our fifth date I think. My memory is not the best.

We had planned on going to dinner but everything went wrong."

that day...

"Okay amor, I'm almost ready, I promise." you told her, feeling bad for making her wait so long.

"It's not your fault they chose to do a last minute staff meeting."

"I know but still. I always take so long."

"I want you to feel your prettiest tonight."

"Okay then..."

As soon as you were done, you headed for the restaurant.

"Good evening, do you have a reservation?"

"Yes, it's under Maria Isabel Rodriguez."

The lady took a sec to check everything.

"I'm sorry, but your table has been taken. We unfortunately only allow a delay up to twenty minutes."

"What? Why?" Misa started to confront the woman.

"It's okay, thank you." you said pulling her outside with you. "I know you really wanted to go here, but we can come another night. How about we go to that restaurant down the street you really like?"

"No." she said very moody all of the sudden. She had a temper but it wasn't like her to act like this. At least not with you.

"Okay, what if we go home and I cook us something?"

"Yeah sure, let's go."

Getting into her apartment you took your shoes off, rolled up your sleeves and pulled your hair up. Moving straight to the kitchen.

"I'll help you." she said washing her hands. Moving to cut the vegetables you had put on the counter. You could feel how tense she was. When she was done, she came to stand behind you, by the

stove. You immediately relaxed your weight on her, as she put her hands on your waist. And stayed like that for a little bit.

"Almost ready, can you set up the table, please?"

"Of course, I'll get the wine too."

As she was getting the glasses, one slipped out of her grip, falling and breaking in a thousand pieces.

"Fuck! I can't do anything right! Fucking shit!" she whispered yelled under her breath,but you had heard. By know you thought all this stress must have came from training.

"Leave it there, we can clean after dinner. And we can share the wine glass."

She looked defeated.

After dinner, she washed the dishes, while you made sure to properly clean and dispose of the glass.

"How about a bath? I could use one to relax." in truth she needed it way more than you, but this was your way of getting her to agree.

"Go ahead, I'll be there in a second."

You turned the water on, as you removed your makeup. When you were done, the bath was almost full. So you turned the water off, and got in.

Misa came in not too long after, getting into the bath, sitting behind you. Once again providing warmth and support, with her arms around you.

"Feeling better?"

"Yeah. I'm sorry, everything went wrong today."

"Did it?"

"It's just that my plans were frustrated." you understood where she was coming from. Only giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. And she kissed your temple.

"It was supposed to be special date." you paid close attention to her. "I wanted to ask you something." you gently turned to face her.

"What?"

"Can you be my girlfriend? I mean, do you want to be my girlfriend?"

"So this is what got you so stressed out hm?"

"You deserved the best... romantic dinner, a bouquet and- fuck! The bouquet, I forgot it in the backseat of the car!" she mentally slapped herself.

"Well, every night I'm with you is the best. We cooked dinner, we shared a bottle of wine and now we are ending it with a warm bath."

Misa cracked a small smile. You did always love the simplest things.

"You are all I could've asked for. Thank you."

"Yes."

"Yes what?" forgetting for a second about her initial question.

"Yes, I want to be your girlfriend."

back to now...

"It was so cute of her, to have planned all that. But I really didn't mind. It was quite romantic to me."

You patted Miles' head as he looked completely at peace.

You were so concentrated by telling him that story that you didn't see your girlfriend come back from grocery shopping.

"Having fun, gossiping together?"

"Amor, you scared the shit out of me."

"Miles was so interested in the story, he didn't even hear me come in." he had created the habit of running to the door when realizing one of us had arrived.

"Well, someone needed to fill him in. Right baby?" Petting him once again.

"You're a good boy, keeping mommy company, while I'm away." Misa said this time, spoiling him with lots of love and a treat she had gotten him, sitting with you two on the couch.

You all asked for more Miles, so 🫡🩷 And I felt with the last one we had made a big jump from them being friends to moving in together soon.

#woso x reader #misa rodriguez #misa rodriguez x reader #real madrid femenino

[hurthermore]

Hello! I found your page a few days ago, and last night, I completely binged on your Misconduct fic (I regret it sm cuz now I read it all T-T). And can I just say, wow, I think this has been my official favorite fanfic if all time. I can relate so hard to MC, and I've had similar abuse, and the way you write her is so authentic. Sometimes when fic writers portray abuse, it just doesn't ring true for me, but jeez yoir portrayal is SO fucking accurate. Anyway. Fangirling aside... I have a few questions for you!

1. Do you think part of the reason Alastor was so interested in MC is because she carries herself like his mother/has similar qualities to her?

2. Are we gonna see some of Alastor's childhood in this fic? I'm interested to hear about it since he hinted at it during the picnic.

3. (I know this question is annoying so ahndbfbfb feel free to ignore it, but do you have an estimate for when the next part is coming out? I only ask bc in a previous ask you said you like to plan things out haha)

4. Oh and! What do you think Alastor would do if during intimacy he notices MC dissociating/crying? What do you think he'd say if she voiced her thoughts about not being good enough?

Okok andjfnfn I don't wanna overwhelm you with questions so I'll stop here. But again, the way you manage to capture the abuse and the calmness Alastor brings is just- *chefs kiss* ilysm <3

Ahh tysm!!! I'm so glad you read misconduct and enjoy it so much!!<3 This kindddd of goes into spoiler territory SO.

Spoilers ahead!!

Onto your questions:

I thought I established it in chapter 10, but it will be become more obvious in chapter 11 that the reason Alastor is attracted to reader is not only because she is just insanely attractive, but because she has the same glint in her eyes that he does when he murders people; she has the ability to kill. Reader is neither elegant nor cute nor whatever, reader is your or your self insert, so whatever YOUR reader is, thats what reader is. (Does that make sense lmao??)

Honestly I wasn't planning on having Alastor's childhood in it because it would serve no purpose to the plot and I feel a lot of people would get bored if I did that. I might make him have some flashbacks of his mother, only snippets, but nothing in depth.

Honestly, I'm almost finished with this next assignment! LUCKILY ahaha. I've begun on Chapter 11, I just gotta focus on it, with the discord server and my assignment, i've been a bit too busy to focus on it. But I'm hoping to get the next chapter out by... Sunday??? Fingers crossed!!!

Ooof. He would stop immediately. If you seem uncomfortable or distressed whilst you're meant to be making love, he will stop. This will be established later, but Alastor can only kind of... get hard if you're turned on?? So yeah. He'd comfort you, asking you whats wrong, what he can do to help; he hates to see you cry, it breaks his heart! But hearing you say you don't feel good enough? He will be baffled; he's not good enough for you, if anything. So to hear you be so worried about that? He will remind you how you're a goddess in his eyes.

#alastor x reader #alastor x reader smut #misconduct info

[ncsdlr]

I Want You To Make Love To Me - W.M.

Word Count: 1202

Warnings: wrong perception of vanilla sex (?), nothing else I think, not proofread

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x gn!gip!Reader

A/N: another thing from my drafts😃 I hope you can't tell I kinda rushed the ending:)

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"Anything new you want to share with me?" You turned to Wanda as you questioned her.

Wanda lightly chuckled at your attempt at conversing, looking around with a suspicious spark in her pretty green eyes. She stammered as her words tumbled out of her mouth, the thoughts being formed in her mind coming out as indecipherable blabs. In her state, you chose to wheel yourself closer to Wanda, coming to a stop only when the distance between the two of you was determined as six centimeters. 

As you stared into Wanda's eyes, you read the way her messy mind was trying to make her utter understandable words and the way she was frantic in the way she spoke. She was panicking, that much you could tell, and only when you used your finger to pull Wanda's chin closer to yours with the intention of stealing her breath away with a deep kiss did she stop trying to talk. 

"Slow down, baby. tell me what's on your mind." The dreamy look in your eyes grounded her enough to be able to think...kind of. 

"I...I, uh," Wanda couldn't look away from your eyes, the deepness in them just capturing her completely. "I want more."

Your head tilted to the side in thought, confusion evident in your loving eyes. "More of what, hon?"

Wanda pulled you to straddle her waist on her spot on the edge of your shared bed and held you against her by your hips. The look in her eyes conveyed something you could not pick apart and understand, only coming close to a realization that what she wanted was not aligned with the negativity that filled your mind. Then, in that short amount of silence, she whispered against your lips.

"I want you to make love to me."

****

The steamy air in the room gathered at your nose mixing with the scent you wished to be surrounded by for the rest of your life. Hot breaths fanned at the top of your head, blowing at your baby hairs there with every pant. 

"Baby, baby, you make me feel so good." Wanda moaned, her hands moving over your back to hold you impossibly closer to her sweaty body. Her moans were music to your ears, the sounds coming from her making you feel immensely proud of yourself. Her words encouraged your thrust, thus making her moan louder than she already was. 

One particular thrust pushed her over the edge, that one stroke of your cock on her sweet spot dragging her over the cliff of bliss so suddenly that she screamed into your ear at the very same time. You planted kisses on her cheek, lightly biting at her skin from time to time just to make her feel more of you. 

You pulled yourself off of Wanda in sudden haste, the quickness in your movements shocking your lover to the point of blindly reaching for your warm body. Then, in her search, Wanda found her legs rising into the air as your tongue found her perfectly wet cunt. You dragged your tongue up her slit before swirling around her engorged clit and sucking it into your waiting mouth. Moans vibrated through her pussy as you ate her cunt out like a woman starved. 

Wanda simply tasted too good. 

"Ah, baby!" Her hands gripped your hair, her arms wrapping around her thighs to reach you. Her legs shook beside your head with every suckle you made with your mouth on her clit. Then, just to give her more, you teased your fingers at her pulsing hole, pushing in just the slightest bit before pushing all the way in so suddenly. 

While your free hand reached for her tit, you looked up to find her eyes, but instead finding her head thrown back into the pillows. The sight made you grunt into your lover's soaking pussy, this reaction making her moan into the ceiling. With one hand, Wanda smoothed your hair down, the other still gripping the rest of your hair like her life depended on it. 

"Y/N, I'm gonna cum, honey." She warned, then only a second later, she came into your mouth, her cum jetting into you. You slurped her up, dragging your mouth over her whole cunt to make sure you didn't waste a single drop of her sweetness. Without even waiting for another second, you flipped her sweaty body over and fucked your cock into her, now seeking your own high getting lost in the warmth of her pussy wrapping around your whole length. 

"Yes, yes, just like that. Use me to your advantage honey, make me your own."

 Wanda reached her arm around to hold onto you. Your hand met her own halfway, holding her down to hold your weight up over her. Your thrusts came off as needy, driving Wanda as insane as she did you and she was loving every second of this. 

"Holy shit, Wanda, you feel so fucking good. You fit around me so well, honey. It's like you were made for me to fuck you. Don't you agree, honey? Don't you agree that I fuck you best? That I'm the only one who can make you feel this good?"

Wanda's face fell into the pillow under her, panting as you grunted your words right into her ear. "Yes, Y/N. Only- Oh, my god, I'm gonna cum again!"

Then, just as Wanda was teetering at the edge of her orgasm, you came into her, your thick white seed filling her up just right. At the feeling of being so very full, Wanda came, her thighs getting soaked as her orgasm tore through her cunt. What you both felt was something so close to heaven. It just felt so good to be this close to each other. 

"Goodness, baby," you began, "If that's your idea of making love then I must find out what non-vanilla sex means to you." 

You both laughed at that and as the heated moment faded into solace, the both of you opted to feel each other breathe as a way to ground yourselves back down from earth-shattering highs. Slowly and as gently as you could, You pulled your cock out of Wanda, the woman helplessly whimpering at the empty feeling in her core as you left her. Your feet took you to the bathroom, dampening a clean cloth to wipe Wanda down with. 

When you returned to Wanda, you found her lying on her back, one arm draped over her eyes as she breathed deeply to herself. You tapped your fingers on the side of her thigh to ensure her awareness of your presence before proceeding to drag your damp cloth on her skin. You whispered praises and comforting words to her as she whined when the cloth ran over her sensitive core. 

Wanda naturally gravitated to your body when you came back to lay with her, her head laying on your chest while her arms wrapped themselves around your torso comfortingly. In that moment and the ones that followed, all that mattered to you and Wanda were each other. Especially with the way you found comfort in the warmth you both exuded for each other. It was you and her until it wasn't, you assured yourself. 

#mcu #marvel #avengers #wanda maximoff #lgbtq #scarlet witch #wanda smut #gxg smut #wanda marvel #wanda x y/n #wanda x you

[jpitha]

Between The Black and Grey 38

First / Previous / Next

Fen woke up on her own, confused. Wasn't Starlight supposed to wake her up?

"Starlight?"

"Yes Fen?"

"Why didn't you wake me?"

"I tried once, but you were very asleep. I asked Northern for advice and she said to let you sleep."

That explains that. "What time is it?"

"It is 0312. Everyone else is asleep or resting in their cabins. Northern is sitting in the lounge."

Fen got out of bed. One of the annoying things about space travel is that everyone has their own time on their ships. There's no such thing as timezones after all. You could get used to the clock on one ship, and then move to another and your lunch is the middle of the night. Fen wasn't tired at all, and had plenty of time to think. She had come to a decision.

Meredith's yacht was about the same size as Fen's frigate, so there wasn't many places to get lost. She made her way to the lounge and came across Northern lounging on a couch, facing the large, wide windows. The lights were extinguished, so the brilliance of interstellar space was the only light. "Northern?"

She turned and smiled. "Hi Fen, couldn't sleep?" She gestured towards the couch. Fen joined her.

"You let me sleep though dinner, so now it's 0300 and I'm completely awake. Why are you up?"

Northern shrugged and continued to stare out the window. "Didn't feel like resting in my room, wanted to think about things." She gestured towards the window. "I always think better when I have a view like this."

Fen nodded and leaned back. The couch really was comfortable. "I know what you mean. Even though I grew up on a space station, I hardly ever saw the stars. Our district didn't have any windows, and we hardly ever made it up to the promenade." Fen's face darkened. "It wasn't for people like us."

Northern turned to look at her. "Humans?"

She shook her head. "Refugees."

"Ah." Northern turned back towards the window and they enjoyed the silence for a bit.

"Northern, I spent some time in the last day thinking. About Gord, and Meredith and all that's going on and Empire and Nanites and so on."

"And?"

Fen sighed and leaned against Northern. "I don't want anything to do with any of it."

She felt Northern shake gently. Surprised, she looked up and saw Northern smiling and try to hold in laughter.

"What?"

"It's just..." Northern took a breath, held it a second and let it out. "It's just I was thinking the exact same thing." She turned to Fen. "Look. You don't have the Nanites anymore, Gord and Meredith are deep in-" She did an impression of Gord "-'planning on defeating the Nanites' and what are we going to do?" Fen could feel her shoulder move in a shrug. "We're going to get caught up in the whole thing, and it'll probably go badly and I'd rather be elsewhere." Northern looked back at the window. "I'm not Gord. I didn't get to be the age I am by going into danger."

Fen sat up. "What about Zhe?"

"She'll do anything you ask her to. You know she has a crush on you, right?"

"Yes, I know. I've told her I'm not interested but-"

"But you can't change how she feels."

Fen nodded. "We should ask her."

Fen and Northern got up and walked down to Zhe's room. She had a small suite near engineering. Meredith had apologized for the room, but Zhe said the noise was soothing. It reminded her of home. Fen knocked gently on the door. "Zhe?"

"Come in" The little speaker by the door crackled to life. Fen touched the door and it slid open. Zhe was sitting up in bed, her fur matted from sleep. "What is it? Is something wrong?"

Fen shook her head. "Northern and I want to leave. We don't want to be a part of this anymore. Do you want to come with us?"

Zhe practically jumped out of bed. "Yes! Oh Ancestors, yes!" She started throwing clothes into her bag.

Northern looked at Fen, and raised an eyebrow. Fen turned to Zhe. "You agreed to that awfully easily."

"I don't like Meredith's friends, honor guard, whatever. They... rub my fur the wrong way." Her ears twitched, laughing at her own joke. "They're too used to just ordering people around, especially people like me." She stopped and looked up at Northern, her ears pointed. "You saw it, didn't you?"

"I did, yes." Northern had noticed that Meredith's honor guard tended to order Zhe around like she was some of the help. It wasn't blatant, and it wasn't degrading, but there was an air of othering they did. Northern was not surprised.

Fen was. "What were they doing?"

Zhe resumed packing. "The usual stuff. Micro-aggressions, asking if they can pet me, complimenting my Colonic, that kind of thing. They weren't deliberately being anti-K'laxi, but when you spend time in human space, you see it."

It was all the same stuff Fen was used to on the Gren station. "I'm sorry Zhe."

Her tail flicked and she waved off Fen as she finished packing. "It happens." She stood and shouldered her bag. "Shall we?"

Northern had already grabbed her wheeled cases, and other than the clothes she was wearing, Fen didn't have anything. She was dragged to Starlight by Meredith and Gord and all of her stuff was back on the Frigate.

"I never asked, but where are we?" Fen said as they walked towards the airlock. "Are we still at Picaresque?"

"Yup! Frigate is still parked where you left it. We're in a parking orbit just outside."

Fen stopped. "So, how are we going to leave?"

"It's almost as if you don't think I have a plan for everything Fen, I'm almost hurt!" Northern's eyes flashed blue for a split second, and there was a muffled thump. "Our ride's here."

There was a minute of airlock cycling, and the doors opened to a shuttle. It was small, ancient, smelled of cooked food and too many people, and had a very... handmade appearance. It almost looked like...

"Is this an old escape pod?" Zhe bounded in and sat in the nearest seat."

"Good eye Zhe! Yes, Picaresque had a supply of escape pods and turned them into shuttles you can hail. They'll take you around the system for a reasonable fee."

Northern entered the pod and Fen handed her the cases. As she stepped in, she turned and saw Gord leaning against the hall.

"Headed out?"

Fen crossed her arms. "I don't want to be a part of any of this." She gestured out towards the yacht. "Any of that." Northern and Zhe leaned forward from their seats and came into view behind Fen. "None of us do."

Gord shugged. "That's all right, I won't stop you. I won't even wake the others. He hefted himself off the hall and walked towards them. "Just... be careful Fen. You have a habit of attracting trouble. It might be a product of your genetic makeup." His smile was gentle, sad. "You do look like her. She was a little older than you when I met Melody. I hear her in your voice too. Your accent is different; she grew up on Meíhuà, but you sound like her when you are emphatic."

"I am not her."

"I never said you were, Fen. All you share with the first Empress is genes. You had a different life, different upbringing. I think she would have liked you. Just remember: She always thought she was doing the right thing."

Fen sat in her seat and pulled the safety bar down. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Do, please." Gord slapped the close button on the airlock and it slid shut.

The ride over to Picaresque was uneventful. As soon as they entered the docking hall, the pod lowered to the deck and they were let out next to a row of identical pods, waiting for customers.

The docking hall was huge, airy, and hot. Since it opened up to space as ships came and went, not much effort was placed on HVAC for the space. The ships could control their own temperature, and the workers wore space suits. Fen, Northern and Zhe trotted across the deck as they made their way down to the frigate, parked where they left it. Fen grasped the forward landing leg and it recognized her palm. The lower door quietly sliding open.

"Didn't we have a crew?" Fen walked around the empty frigate looking for people. They had hired a few K'laxi to help out with operations while they did a few jobs, and it's not like they spent a lot of time trying to get to know them, but Fen paid on time and paid well. She snorted as she rounded a corner and found the kitchenette spotless with a note.

"Got a better offer with a K'laxi crew. Good luck!" with three signatures. Fen crumpled the paper. "Ancestors. What the hell? We were gone what, a day and a half? They couldn't hang around?"

"Guess not." Northern sighed and slouched. "I'll be the ship again."

"Wait. Are there any AIs on Picaresque? Do you think we could hire anyone to be the ship? I know you hate it, I don't want to have you do anything you don't want. It's not like we're short on money."

"Hmm." Northern straightened up. "You know, probably. Let's head to the promenade and see what we can learn."

Zhe dropped her bag in front of her door. "The promenade? I thought we're too close to Imperial space for AIs to be out and about."

Northern turned back around and headed down the ramp to the station. "No, the promenade is where we can enter the Basement."

#humans are deathworlders #humans are space orcs #sci fi writing #humans are space oddities #humans and aliens #jpitha #writing #humans and ai #humans are space capybaras #humans are space australians #Between the black and gray

[moonstruckme]

For have a bonfire 🌺

James Potter + angst (comfort at the end) + reader who keeps up this perfectionist persona but James accidentally sees them break down :(

(I'm in dire need of comfort angst it's actually not even funny anymore)

Thanks for requesting!

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

James doesn’t know what he’s doing, following you like this. It’s creepy, probably, but there’s just something about your demeanor today that’s not sitting right with him. 

Your party’s great. You’ve made fun drinks and more snacking foods than anyone can eat, been migrating from group to group to make sure everyone is introduced and comfortable, struck that delicate balance in temperature so that Remus isn’t too warm but Sirius isn’t too cold, you’re the perfect hostess. But there’s something about you, in you, that feels off to him. 

You pass the bathroom, going into your room and shutting the door behind you. You want to be alone, clearly. James should respect that. 

He knocks softly so as not to startle you. Waits a few moments, then says your name. 

“Yeah?” There it is again, that wrongness. It’s your voice, and yet it doesn’t sound entirely like you. “Is everything okay?” 

Is it? he wonders. “Yeah,” he says, “can I come in?” 

“Do you need something?” You sound embarrassed to be asking. It’s not really in your nature to deny anyone anything. “I’ll be out in a minute.” 

James should go. He should, but his blood is thrumming in his fingertips. He asks, “Are you okay?” 

Silence from the other side of the door. 

He tries the handle. It moves. “Hey, I’m coming in, alright? Shout if you’re naked or something.” 

When the quiet persists, he opens the door. You’re slumped on your bed, fingertips pressing harshly into your face and your eyes pinched shut. The air in James’ lungs goes stale. 

You open your eyes to look at him, and they’re wet, not quite red but getting there. You say in a hushed voice, “I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s alright,” James says automatically, closing the door softly behind him. Then, “What do you have to be sorry for? Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine.” You give him a watery smile, waving a hand like this state he’s found you in is irrelevant. Laughable. “I don’t mean to take you away from things.” 

“You’re not, angel.” James crosses the distance to you slowly, giving you time to signal for him to stop. When you don’t he eases onto the bed beside you. The mattress dips, making his hip slide until it’s touching yours. “I wanted to come see you. What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing.” You try to laugh, but twin tears escape from the corners of your eyes, undermining the effort. You catch them before they can get far. “Do you think everyone is having a good time?” 

Your voice nearly cracks on the last word, and James’ heart completes the act. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmurs. You squeeze your eyes shut as if his caring stings. “Can I hug you?” 

Your nod is mute and stiff enough that James doesn’t fully trust you mean it. He wraps his arms around you tentatively, only pulling you to his chest when you turn into him, letting your face wet his neck. 

“Everyone’s having a great time,” he answers honestly, thumb sweeping over your shoulder. “If you’re not, though, we can go home. You don’t have to do all this if you’re not feeling up to it.” 

“No,” you say thickly, worming a hand between you to rub cruelly at your eyes. “No, I don’t want to be a nuisance.” 

“You wouldn’t be.” James holds you closer, his body obeying some futile wish to protect you from whatever makes you think things like that. Your face is warm against his shoulder, the slow dampness seeping into his collar evidence that your upset hasn’t dissipated. “It’s your party, you shouldn’t need to cater to everyone when you’re not even getting to enjoy it yourself. We’re being nuisances to you, really.” 

“No you’re not.” Your rebuttal comes quick and ardent, a knee-jerk reaction. You ease away from James’ chest, wiping under your nose. He lets his arms fall to your waist but keeps you in their circle. “You’re my friends, you could never be nuisances to me.” 

He smiles. “You seem to be catching on.” 

Your expression remains solemn. Guilty. “I just feel like…” Your gaze flees downward. James doesn’t give chase, letting you have what space you can. “I think that if I’m not being useful, I’d probably be more trouble than I’m worth. Maybe more of a nuisance than people think.” 

For a second, James can only look at you, any placations or assurances drying up on his tongue. Despite your best efforts, your upset has left little pools of makeup underneath your eyes, and your shoulders are hunched inward like you want to hide this part of yourself. Which you do, obviously. If James hadn’t pried his way in here you would have had your cry in private, probably rejoined the party with a pasted-on smile, back in your role as the perfect hostess and ready to please everyone again. He wonders how many times it’s happened. 

All day James has been thinking you’re not yourself, but maybe he was putting that pressure on you too, to be the self that made things easy for everyone. Put-together, palatable. Perfect. 

“You think we care how useful you are?” he asks, smoothing a hand up your side to cup your neck. He doesn’t force you to turn your face up to his, but you’re amenable to it, following the motion of his thumb on your jaw. “You’re our friend, too. We care about you, not what you can do for us.” 

Your face pinches and then crumples, and James pulls you into his chest again, making half-desperate shushing sounds while he pats your back. 

“Sorry,” you squeak. “I’m trying not to—” 

“Hey, don’t be sorry, angel, okay?” James turns his face into your hair, kissing the side of your head and not letting himself think about what that might mean to either one of you. “You don’t have to do anything. I’ve got you.” The tension seems to slip from your shoulders, and then they’re shaking properly. You wrap your arms around his middle. “It’s okay,” he promises, gathering you closer. “It’s okay, sweetheart, I’ve got you.” 

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Give Me Something Beautiful

Summary: Morrigan's ordinary life takes an extraordinary turn when Noah Sebastian, the lead singer of Bad Omens, stumbles upon her quaint little shop, adorned with her captivating photography. Intrigued by her talent and drawn to her genuine spirit, Noah invites Morrigan to capture the essence of his band's concert through her lens. As they spend time together, their initial friendship blossoms into a deep and meaningful connection, fueled by their shared love for art and music. Despite the challenges they face as their worlds collide, Morrigan and Noah navigate the complexities of fame and intimacy, ultimately finding solace and strength in each other's arms. Through their journey from strangers to lovers, they discover that amidst life's chaos, true beauty lies in the simple moments shared between two souls who are destined to be together.

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x OC

Content Warning: None

Word Count: 2421

Chapter One

Chapter Two

"Shit," I muttered under my breath as I dashed down the sidewalk, raindrops pelting my skin. I was running seriously behind schedule. My father's impromptu return from a golfing trip had derailed my plans, his endless chatter about the perfect golfing conditions delaying me until 6:40. With barely any time to spare, I sprinted the five minutes back to my apartment, frantically throwing on a black lace-bustier cami top, ripped black skinny jeans, and my trusty pair of Demonias platform boots. 

I left my shoulder-length, black and purple hair in its natural curly state, opting for speed over styling. By the time I managed to get dressed, it was already 7, leaving me no choice but to rush out the door and make a mad dash for my car in the back lot. The drive to the theater was surprisingly smooth, but finding a parking spot proved to be a challenge, eating up precious minutes as I circled the area in search of a vacant spot.

Frustration surged through me as I finally found a parking spot in a garage a mile and a half away. Consulting my phone for the time, I took a deep breath before popping open the trunk of my car to retrieve my camera bag. Midway through the parking garage, a sinking realization hit me like a ton of bricks—I had left my keys in the ignition. Panic surged as I hastily turned on my heel, racing back to my car. However, my frustration only intensified when I reached my vehicle, only to find another car parked so close to my driver's side door that opening it without denting theirs seemed impossible. 

With an exasperated huff, I popped open the trunk once more. Thankfully, my car boasted a hatchback, providing a precarious but feasible entry point. Clambering into the trunk, I grappled with the task of folding down the back seat. Minutes ticked by as I wrestled with the stubborn mechanism, determination fueling my efforts. Finally, with a triumphant grunt, I managed to coerce the seat down, granting me access to the interior of my car. Retrieving my keys, I exhaled a sigh of relief, grateful that my absent-mindedness hadn't resulted in a complete catastrophe. Emerging from the confines of my vehicle, I carefully reorganized my belongings before securing the car and setting off once more, this time with a renewed sense of urgency propelling my steps.

I glanced at my phone, feeling a wave of frustration wash over me as I saw that it was almost 7:30. "Jesus Christ, why does everything have to go wrong when I'm excited about something?" I muttered to myself, my irritation mounting. After cracking my neck and ensuring I had all my gear, I hoisted my camera bag onto my shoulder and set off in a brisk jog.

Arriving at the theater didn't take too long, but my heart sank as I came to a halt, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The line stretched around the corner and further down the street, a daunting sight that left me feeling bewildered and overwhelmed. How could there be so many people here? With the show about to start, the fact that so many were still waiting to get inside only added to my growing sense of unease. Taking a moment to catch my breath, I pushed through the crowd, eliciting groans of protest and complaints from those I brushed past. Determination overriding my nerves, I made my way to the main entrance, where the door supervisors greeted me with looks of confusion.

"Back of the line, sweetheart, good looks don't get you in faster," one of the door supervisors quipped, their tone laced with amusement. I raised an eyebrow, meeting their chuckles with a wry grin of my own.

"Well, if you would let me talk, you would know that I was invited to come in, and I am on some sort of list, but from the looks of it, I think reading might be a little too hard for you guys," I retorted in a deadpan voice, my frustration simmering beneath the surface. As one of the supervisors stepped forward, attempting to intimidate me, the other hastily radioed in to confirm the situation. Rolling my eyes and crossing my arms, I couldn't help but feel exasperated by the unnecessary delay. Why was it so difficult for them to simply read a list or ask for my name, especially when they knew someone was expected with photography equipment?

"Listen, I am running late and don't have time for this. Either the two of you get your heads out of your asses, or I will force my way in," I stated with a firm edge to my voice, my patience wearing thin. However, before I could even finish my threat, one of them grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back, causing a sharp jolt of pain to shoot through me.

"Alright, little lady, it was entertaining initially, but the threats took it too far. You're out of here," the door supervisor declared, his tone firm as he motioned for me to leave. Meanwhile, the other supervisor hurried inside to seek assistance.

"You're kidding me, right? You didn't even do your job to see if I was on a list or ask for my name; you just assumed I was trying to sleep my way to the band. Which, by the way, is sexist," I fired back, my frustration boiling over as I launched into a scathing retort. However, my tirade was abruptly interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat behind us.

Turning around, I found myself face-to-face with another photographer, his presence casting an unexpected twist in the situation. “Morrigan Emerson?” He asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Yes, that would be me," I replied with a relieved smile as the door supervisor promptly released me and stepped aside.

"Follow me; the band has been waiting for you," the photographer instructed, gesturing for me to follow him. With a smug grin directed at the door supervisor, I complied, flipping him off with a sickly sweet smile before trailing after my new favorite friend.

"My name is Bryan; I am Bad Omens' photographer," he introduced himself as we walked, glancing back over his shoulder. His words sparked a flicker of recognition, but I couldn't quite place where I had heard the band's name before. As we navigated down a hallway, a knot of nervousness began to form in my stomach. Who had I agreed to see tonight? Eventually, we entered a larger space that was just one room away from being backstage, and my apprehension grew. What awaited me on the other side of that door?

As we stepped into the room, my eyes immediately sought out Noah. He stood facing away from us, engaged in conversation with a group of guys whom I assumed to be his bandmates. Clad in a sleek black turtleneck, matching pants cinched with a belt, and polished black shoes, he exuded an effortless allure that left me momentarily breathless. Could this man possibly get any more attractive?

My reverie was interrupted when one of the guys spotted Bryan and me, pointing in our direction and catching Noah's attention. "Morrigan, you made it!" Noah exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine excitement as he made his way over to me. I returned his enthusiasm with a shy smile and an awkward wave, feeling a rush of nerves as he drew closer.

"Hey, sorry I'm late. Had a bunch of bad luck on my way here," I explained sheepishly, scratching the back of my head in embarrassment. Bryan chuckled, adding his own twist to the tale.

"She was ready to kick some ass when I found her. They had her in an arm lock and everything, and she was still going on a tangent," Bryan recounted, prompting laughter from the group. As Noah and the others looked at me with a mixture of confusion, amusement, and concern, I felt my nerves start to bubble up, manifesting in a nervous giggle.

"Yeah, well, when I got to the doors, they assumed I was trying to sleep my way in with you guys, so I might have gotten a little too hot-headed and threw in some insults that got me in a sticky situation," I admitted, feeling a flush of embarrassment color my cheeks. Noah's expression darkened at my words.

"They thought you were a groupie?" he asked, his tone laced with disbelief. I nodded, unable to meet his gaze, my discomfort growing with every passing moment. I hadn't intended for Bryan to make a big deal out of it; I just wanted to move past the awkward encounter and focus on the reason I was there.

"Yeah, but I handled myself just fine. Bryan stepped in before I could actually kick some ass. Everyone almost got a free show," I quipped, trying to lighten the mood with a touch of humor. Thankfully, my attempt elicited laughter from the group, diffusing some of the awkward tension that had settled over us.

Noah's touch on my shoulder was gentle as he guided us away from the others, his expression serious yet filled with genuine concern. "I'm glad you can find humor in the situation, Morrigan, but I'll take care of them. That shouldn't have happened; I made sure everyone knew I invited a friend to see us. They should have stayed professional, and for that, I'm sorry that my team has let you down," he apologized sincerely, his words carrying a weight of responsibility that touched me deeply. How sweet could one guy be? Although security was from a different company, Noah still took ownership of the situation, demonstrating his integrity and care for those around him.

"Noah, it's okay; it isn't your fault. I appreciate the apology, but I know that they work for a third party from the design on their shirts. I'm not mad at anyone but them, so please don't worry. Bryan came and got me, and that is all that matters. If you want to do something about it, by all means, go ahead. Just know that it isn't your fault," I reassured him, offering a sincere smile to emphasize my point. 

Noah returned the smile, his expression softening with gratitude, before turning to address a security guard who had called him over. With a few words exchanged, Noah reviewed the details with the guard and requested that the door supervisors be released and replaced. Once everything was settled, he guided me back to the group, seamlessly reintegrating me into the fold as he introduced me to everyone.

"Morrigan, this is Nick, Jolly, and Folio. They're the ones who help me make the music possible," Noah introduced, gesturing to each member of the band in turn. "Guys, this is Morrigan; she's the one I told you about with the beautiful and unique photography."

The band members greeted me warmly, expressing their admiration for the photos Noah had shared with them. As the conversation shifted to their excitement for the upcoming show, they began to pump each other up, their energy infectious. Feeling my social anxiety creeping in, I attempted to step to the side, but Noah gently kept me within the circle, ensuring I wasn't left out. As the minutes ticked by and the anticipation mounted, my nerves began to escalate. With just ten minutes left until showtime, Noah turned to me, his expression gentle yet encouraging.

"You'll be with Bryan for the night, so if at any point you feel overwhelmed, you can either go to him or step outside for a breather," Noah reassured me, his words laced with genuine concern and consideration. His kindness was like a breath of fresh air, a stark contrast to the often self-serving interactions I'd grown accustomed to. All I could manage in response was a grateful nod, my mind racing with appreciation for his thoughtfulness.

It struck me how rare it was to encounter someone so inherently caring and gentle, especially without any ulterior motives. As I struggled to steady my breathing, Noah noticed the drained color on my face and promptly guided us to the side, away from the hustle and bustle of the group.

"You'll be okay, I promise. Nothing is going to happen to you. There's a barricade between you and the crowd. Don't push yourself out of your comfort zone if you're not ready," Noah reassured me, offering a supportive thumbs-up. His words were like a lifeline, grounding me amidst the whirlwind of anxiety.

Taking a deep breath, I scanned the room until my eyes landed on exactly what I needed: liquid courage. Making my way over to the table, I couldn't help but grimace at the sight of the options laid out before me. It was a choice between straight liquor or beer, with no chaser or anything to mask the taste. It was clear that this was a situation where necessity outweighed preference.

Taking a deep breath, I reached for a cup and filled it with the dark-colored liquor, steeling myself for the impending taste. As I stared at the liquid in my cup, trying to muster the courage to take a sip, I noticed the band members preparing to take the stage and Bryan making his way over to me.

With a resolve born of necessity, I plugged my nose and quickly downed the drink, grimacing as the harsh burn lingered in my throat. Gagging slightly at the unpleasant aftertaste, I tried to compose myself as Bryan approached me. "Ready?" he asked, raising an eyebrow inquisitively.

"Ready as I'll ever be," I replied with a small smile, determined to push through my nerves and enjoy the experience to the fullest.

"Cool. Let's head out then before the lights go out," Bryan suggested, prompting me to grab my camera bag and gather the necessary lenses. With a determined nod, I signaled to Bryan that I was ready to go.

As we made our way towards the stage, I couldn't help but steal a glance at Noah. Catching his eye, I was met with a reassuring smile, a thumbs-up, and the silent encouragement, "You can do this." Returning his gesture with a nervous smile of my own, I turned away and followed Bryan towards the stage. With each step, my nerves began to fade, replaced by a growing sense of excitement and anticipation. I was going to do this, and I was going to have fun doing it.

Authors Note: I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far :) Summer classes are about to start so chapters will go between pushing them out fast and slow.

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The important date [R. L]

Remus Lupin x fem!reader

word count: 5.1k

an: I was very excited to write this. I'm latina and Kuku completely won my heart and I think he's absolutely like a young remus. If you want to read more of this you can tell me and I would be very happy to see a comment or reblog. Kisses!

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You were quite nervous when you knocked on the door of the modest apartment whose address was written on the folded paper inside your pocket.

You had tried to look your best before leaving the house, but the wind on the way had messed up your appearance slightly and while you waited for a response you ran your hands through your clothes, trying to fix the damage.

After a few seconds no one came out and as you knocked a second time the fear of having gone to the wrong place settled in you. You were startled when the door finally opened and a boy appeared, about your height, with long black hair and whose bare chest was covered in tattoos.

“You aren’t my pizza.”

“Uh, sorry. “I probably went to the wrong house” you exclaimed sadly.

“I don't know if you were wrong, but you can come in if you want,” the boy said, smiling mischievously at you while winking at you and leaning against the door frame.

“You weren't wrong! I'll be there in a moment” a voice spoke from inside. He sounded agitated, but you still recognized him.

The stranger looked at the apartment in disbelief and then looked at you from head to toe, as if he was analyzing the situation.

“Are you coming with Remus?” You nodded. “Okay, so I… Excuse me?”

Without waiting for your response, he half closed the door and then you lost sight of him, leaving you just as confused as at the beginning.

Sirius, oblivious to your sight and hearing, practically stumbled down the hall until he reached Remus' room. He was trying to comb his hair at the same time as the toothbrush rested in his mouth.

“Do you want to explain to me why there is a pretty young lady waiting for you out there?”

“She's my college classmate,” he said in a half-understandable way.

The place was so tiny and there were so many books everywhere that he almost fell when he went to spit the toothpaste into the sink, trying to hurry as much as possible.

The apartment was always messy, in general, but the one who made the least mess was Remus. His only problem was the ridiculous amount of sweaters, boots, and pieces of literature he bought at second-hand places, which had slowly managed to plague his piece of space.

“Are you wearing that expensive cologne you bought last time?” mocked James, who had been in the living room but thought it appropriate to join the conversation. “And you're combing your hair.”

“Is she the one you stay with to study so often?” Sirius insisted, his brain spinning events.

"Yes, sometimes"

“And why did she come here?”

“Because I invited her to dinner.”

"Here?!"

“No, in a restaurant”

Both James and Sirius were slightly taken aback, as there had been no mention of you in any previous talk and it wasn't very common for Remus to do that kind of thing.

“And why didn't you go to her house for her?”

“She said it was on the way,” he responded breathlessly. He was still struggling with putting on his shoes.

“Bad there, Moony. You should be a gentleman and go pick her up at her house instead of keeping her waiting.”

“I would have done it if it hadn't been for the fact that you two idiots forgot to pay the rent that is due today. I had to pass a while ago and the time was barely enough for me”

“Didn't you pay, James?”

“I thought it was your turn!”

“Anyway, that doesn't matter anymore.” Remus got up to search his dressing table for a few golden rings “It's late and I have to go.”

“You can't leave us like this! What's her name? Have you kissed her?”

"He is right. Come on, introduce us to your girlfriend.”

“She's not my girlfriend yet,” he exclaimed, taking a last look in the mirror. He looked good, to have done it so hastily “But I plan for her to be today.”

The jaws of both listeners almost dropped to the floor at that statement and if they were already curious about the stranger's appearance, that had only increased their interest.

“I'm leaving, don't wait up for me.”

"Wait!"

“Bye,” he said, hurrying down the hallway toward the exit.

Sirius and James immediately followed him, but before they could ask anything he had already opened the door.

“Remus.”

"Hi, sweetheart. I’m sorry for the delay,” he apologized benevolently, as he leaned down to kiss your cheek in greeting.

The two curious people managed to see this exchange and then Remus closed the door, but not before giving them a warning look that was responded to with an expression of astonishment and another of pride at what they had just seen.

“How well he kept it, right?”

“Why do you think he didn't want to introduce us?”

“Possibly because you are in pajamas, I flirted with her, and because there are pigs that live in better conditions than us.”

“But he still could have told us something. We are your friends.”

“Give him his space. Maybe it's a nice thing he wants to keep for himself."

“That's why he's been so happy lately,” James reflected.

“Yes, it is likely.”

A knock was heard on the door and the two began to fumble with each other to open it first, eager to be able to see even a moment more of their friend's woman.

But it wasn't them, it was a thin boy dressed in uniform.

“Good evening, Sirius Black?”

“Yes, it's me,” he responded disappointed, taking a bill out of his pocket and receiving the pizza box in his hands while James returned to lie down on the couch.

By this point you and Remus had already left the building. During the way he offered you the full explanation for his lateness, trying so not to get angry with him.

“It's okay, I didn't wait too long,” you reassured him. “I guess those are your roommates.”

“Sirius is the one with the tattoos and James is the one with the glasses.”

“They seem nice”

“They are a little weird, but when you meet them you like them”

With one deft movement Remus placed you on the inside of the sidewalk and both of you took a moment to observe each other. You were wearing a tight white long-sleeved blouse, underneath a strapless dress with a floral print, and you were wearing your comfortable brown leather boots. He, looking completely elegant, in a beige trench coat over a light blue formal shirt and a kind of scarf with lines that combined both colors. For a few months he had been growing his facial hair, which made him look older, but in a good way.

"Where will we go?"

“There is a restaurant a few blocks from here. He looks calm and I thought you might like it. James orders food delivered sometimes and it tastes good.”

“Good” you smiled. You trusted your friend's good judgment in choosing a place.

The truth was that the beginning of your friendship was somewhat curious and you would have to go back a while to understand it.

A few years ago, Remus had his doubts when Sirius and James encouraged him to enter a Muggle university. They had decided after graduating from Hogwarts and moving to the apartment they shared in search of independence and adventure, but the brunette still didn’t have a clear picture of what he wanted for his life. 

Furthermore, he didn’t have as many financial resources as his friends to live comfortably and study at the same time. He allowed himself a year of work to raise money, even without knowing if he would use it for an education or something else, and since in that time he saw that they were both comfortable in what they had chosen, he decided that he could give the Muggles a chance. Although he had some administrative problems, since Hogwarts wasn’t a validated school for those cases, after sending a letter to Albus Dumbledore to ask for help, everything was solved and he was able to enter the philosophy faculty in a modest institution.

Before you, Remus didn't have many friends. He was able to start a conversation with his classmates and function in the classroom, however, he almost always spent his time in his books or at home. Sirius invited him to art school parties but when he attended, beyond drinking and making sure his friends didn't do anything stupid, he didn't do much.

His life had been quiet until you met him a few years later. The link that brought you together was that you had enrolled in an elective sociology class at the university and it turned out that Remus had chosen the same one. Despite being quiet, the boy quickly gained your attention due to the scars on his face and arms, which you still hadn't dared to ask about and he hadn't talked about.

Although you were curious, you tried not to observe him too much so as not to make him uncomfortable, but when he had to present a topic or answer questions it was inevitable to focus all your attention on him.

Remus didn't even notice your interest in him until, as fate would have it, the professor assigned pairs for a project and you were his lucky partner.

During the first meetings he felt out of place and even a little uncomfortable, since he wasn’t so used to spending time with other people outside his circle or studying in company. But he soon began to enjoy working with you and eventually recognized that you were an excellent teammate. You almost always spent it in the library because the atmosphere was calmer, although sometimes you would look for a lonely meadow on campus to lie down and continue moving forward. On one of those occasions you discovered that the boy carried chocolate all the time, because he shared it with you to lighten the hours, and it had become a habit to bring something to eat.

The weeks passed and when you presented the product you obtained the highest grade as well as congratulations from your teacher, with which Remus felt more than satisfied. He thought that once what you had in common was over, you wouldn't want to continue frequenting him, but he was surprised when you started looking for him to have breakfast together and he, to reciprocate, accompanied you some afternoons when you stayed in the library to study or walked with you to the bus stop.

You soon discovered that he was, in addition to being intelligent, kind and that he had many qualities that you liked. Likewise, he saw another set of attributes in you that made him feel the same.

As the weeks passed, you began to get along well and by the middle of the course you could already tell that you were friends. Less than a month after finishing it, you had already fallen in love.

“How is your hand?” Remus asked in the middle of a silence, when you had already gone quite a few blocks.

You had cut yourself by accident a few days ago and when he saw the wound he was quite worried, because it didn't look pretty at all.

“Better, it almost doesn't hurt anymore and the antiseptic helps a lot”

As you said that you raised your palm covered with a big band-aid, as if trying to show him that it was true, and he took the opportunity to capture it with his. Remus had a lot of experience with wounds and wished he could heal them with magic, however, he knew it was forbidden.

"It is good to hear"

He searched you for some sign that you didn't want him to hold your hand but, beyond your flushed cheeks, he found nothing.

You continued walking and talking about some other things until the boy stopped at a picturesque place. A couple of people could be seen through the large glass windows, illuminated by the warm light from inside.

Your hand missed his warmth when he let you go to open the door for you and then you followed him to a free table, with a view of the outside but private enough. All around paintings were decorating and some plants too.

You expected Remus to choose the seat in front of you but he decided that the one next to you was better, with your knees touching under the red table.

“Good evening, welcome,” a young girl, who couldn't be older than your age, greeted you. She was a beautiful redhead and her metal badge said Lily.

After she left a couple of menus, she asked you if you wanted any starters or something to drink, to which you denied.

“I thought we were going to a cafe or something.”

"You don’t like here?” 

“On the contrary, it is too cute. If I had known, I could have worn something better.”

"What are you talking about? You look beautiful,” Remus said, without thinking, and you laughed sheepishly.

“You're not far behind,” your hand went to his neck, where you adjusted a fold “You look like a professor.”

"Is that good or bad?"

“I like the professors. I mean, their style” you stuttered. “They look elegant.”

Although you had never spoken openly about what you felt, both of you had the suspicion that the other person felt the same way. Those moments of indiscreet flirting were signs of this, in addition to the multiple daily actions that showed interest and affection for the other.

Still, Remus felt insecure about himself. The physical marks on him were only the most superficial, since he was too afraid that if he confessed to you about his lycanthropy you would end up being scared or simply believing him crazy. He couldn't talk to you about the magical world and that made it even more complicated.

He didn't have much experience with girls in the romantic sense, but he liked to think that he wasn't doing too badly with you. He really liked you, so he wanted to try as hard as possible to win your heart and hoped that he would be worthy of your affection even despite his various flaws.

When the waitress returned you ordered a glass of wine and Remus simply ordered tea, wanting to be as calm as possible to talk to you. The last thing he wanted was for his statement to be ruined by alcohol.

The moments with him weren't awkward but, honestly, the atmosphere demanded a certain composure and it wasn't until after a while that you started chatting like you always did. You talked about final exams and products to be delivered soon, discussing the topics and making some suggestions that could be useful.

When the girl returned Remus ordered a stew for dinner and you ordered some meat pie which soon arrived. You ate it with pleasure, keeping the conversation when it was appropriate.

“Have you thought about what you will do during the holidays?”

“Probably visit my parents. And if not that, maybe enter a summer seminar”

"Study more?" the brunette laughed.

"It's a possibility. I think it would be too boring if I don't. And you?"

"I don’t know yet. Maybe look for a job, or…”

“Let's take a seminar together,” you murmured excitedly. However, you later added: “I mean, if you want.”

“I might consider it,” he murmured with a tight-lipped smile “So we could spend more time together.”

“It's strange, you know? This semester I have felt so happy studying with you. I didn't think college would be so interesting until I found you in that class."

Remus's heart began to rumble in his chest when he heard you say that and it was inevitable to smile. You liked to see him smile.

“Did I ever tell you I wasn’t sure about going in?”

“To sociology class?”

"To the University"

"Oh really?"

“I thought I could have dedicated myself to something else. In Hog... High School I was a good student and I thought it would be enough to get a job. But James and Sirius entered a college and then I thought I'd do it too."

“Remind me to thank them later,” you joked. If they had not convinced him, you probably would never have met “Will you ever introduce them to me?”

“Do you want to meet them?”

“They are your friends after all, right? But only if you feel comfortable, I wouldn't want to…”

“Okay, that would be great. I just feel a little embarrassed sometimes."

"From me?"

"No! From them. No, don't even think about it from you” he hastened to say and both of you laughed “It's about them. Sometimes they act like idiots, like Sirius did a while ago."

“I thought I was just imagining it, but he's kind of… flirtatious, right?”

"Quite a bit, I would say. I would like it to be limited to girls, but I don't think anyone is safe" he laughed. "But don't worry, he won't bother you anymore now that he knows that you...”

Remus fell silent as he realized what he was about to say and you noticed the sudden interruption.

"That?"

“That you are my friend”

To be honest, the answer disappointed you a little. You had been waiting for any kind of sign or proposal for a while and you thought that statement might have been in the answer. And although Remus already had those plans in mind, you clearly weren't aware of it.

There was silence for a moment as the two of you reflected on the conversation, for different reasons, and you tried to make it less awkward by eating some of your dinner.

“It’s raining,” you said after a while, eager to change the subject “I forgot my umbrella at home”

“We'll figure it out, don't worry,” he said happily, oblivious to the feeling he had provoked in you. You had practically finished your dinner when he asked, “Do you want dessert?”

You nodded at that and ordered a delicious red velvet cake and he, as expected, a chocolate one. After this you tried to talk about something else, convincing yourself that you were thinking about nonsense instead of enjoying the moment with your friend. With the boy you liked. 

At some point he excused himself to go to the bathroom and you were left alone at the table, playing with what was left of food on your plate. You looked around as if expecting to see something interesting, but all you saw was the rain falling outside and a pair of people sitting a few tables away from you. They looked happy and from the way they looked at each other you assumed they were a couple. As you watched them you wondered if that was what people thought when they saw you with Remus, because the way they interacted was the way you did; Is that what other students would say when you spent hours in the library, talking quietly and barely distanced from each other? Did anyone think you were a couple when they saw you laughing lying on the grass at dusk?

You considered the possibility of being the first to confess what you felt and wondered if it would be better to wait. Remus called you sweet names all the time and in the last few weeks he had started to become more physically affectionate; he greeted you with a kiss on the cheek, he held your hand from time to time, he even sheltered you in his arms that time you had a terrible morning and all you wanted to do was cry. But did that mean something else or was it just the courtesy of a good friend?

You wanted to continue reflecting on it, but your musings were interrupted by the waitress's voice calling your attention.

"Miss?"

"Yeah?"

"This is for you"

She held a beautiful bouquet of pink carnations with clouds surrounding it, wrapped in white fabric and topped with a ribbon. The sight unsettled you, but out of inertia you extended your hands to hold the gift. It was heavy and gave off a mild smell.

"W-What is this? Who sends it?" 

“The gentleman over there,” she pointed out happily.

For a second you felt nothing but confusion. Had someone been stalking you? You didn't remember anyone you knew when you walked in and receiving flowers from a stranger was ridiculous, because the most you could have imagined was that they would buy you a drink. But when you turned and saw that it was Remus who was smiling shyly at you, you understood what it was about.

“Oh my God…” you whispered barely audible, your cheeks turning red “Thank you, you’re so kind.”

“To serve you” she exclaimed, probably happy to have been a participant in that demonstration of love, and then she withdrew.

Trying to calm yourself down, you turned around to talk to the boy, who was still sitting on the stool in front of the bar. You spent a few seconds looking at each other, him slightly uneasy and you feeling completely blushing.

“Are you not going to accompany me? I have some cake that the boy I was with left”

“You'd have to be a fool to abandon a girl like you,” he muttered on the way to the table. He sat on the opposite side to where he was initially, as if he wanted to maintain the fantasy of being someone else who accompanied you. “Did you like them?”

“They are beautiful, you wouldn't have bothered”

“They have something there” he pointed out and in his eyes you could see some nervousness. You took a paper envelope between your fingers from which you took out a small note.

A modest gift for the most beautiful and interesting girl I have ever met. I feel like you brought color to my life and every day I am happy that you found me, wondering what I did to deserve the grace of such a wonderful human being.

It's been a while since my heart has been uneasy about your feelings towards me and at the same time certain about how it feels about you.

I'm sorry if I'm not that good with words, or that good in general. I just hope I'm enough to win your affection and be lucky enough for you to say yes.

Sincerely, Remus.

The boy watched you with a mixture of anxiety and concern as you read the words, waiting for what your reaction might be. You read the entire note twice, just to be sure it meant what you thought, and then you looked at him.

In your eyes, he had never looked more handsome.

“Say yes?” was the only thing you managed to say. It was the part that intrigued you the most about the note.

“To the question I want to ask you, of course” 

“You're not going to ask me to marry you, are you?” you tried to joke, feeling your heart race with anticipation.

"Not yet. But we can start as girlfriend and boyfriend, what do you say?”

Remus was a very curious guy. He was shy and quiet at times, but when an idea got into his head no force could convince him otherwise: he was determined. And he was sure what he wanted with you.

One of your hands went up to his cheek and your thumb caressed one of his scars, one that went down to touch his lips, feeling free to be able to observe him more closely now that you knew you could do so.

"This bothers you?" you asked sincerely.

"What?"

“That I am touching you like this. Your scars”

"I don't mind. I've gotten used to them."

“That was the first thing I noticed about you.”

“Do you think they are ugly?”

“I think they make you look sexy,” you said honestly again and he let out a laugh that was somewhere between nervous and amused. “They make you stand out.”

You were so close to him that he had to lean just a little to kiss you.

“I don't think anyone has ever said that about them.”

“I really like you, Rem. That's why. And I would like to pretend that I need to think about it more, but I know I would be very happy with you. I already am, but... I want to be with you"

“Is it a yes, then?”

“But first I need to do something” you explained and with the help of your hand, without giving him time for anything, you brought him closer to steal a kiss.

Remus gasped in surprise, but put up no resistance and delighted in feeling the taste of your lips mixing with the chocolate he had previously eaten. You were kind and careful with him, who tried to reciprocate as best as possible. 

When you separated from him, your cheeks were red and your eyes were bright.

“It's a yes”

“Did you need to kiss me to decide?”

“I had already decided, I just wanted an excuse.”

And then Remus laughed again. Unable to contain his excitement, he approached you until he hid his face in your neck, trying to drown out his blush, and you felt tickled by his hair rubbing against your skin. Now the closeness of that way between you was correct, no one could say anything and you had the right to do so.

“I was so afraid you would say no.”

“Have you seen how I look at you?” you murmured in his ear “To be so intelligent you miss a lot of things.”

His breathing told you that he was laughing and then you were silent for a moment. Your hand slowly caressed his side while you traced patterns on his back, although he probably didn't feel them because of the layers of clothing he was wearing. Through it all, you thought about how nice the boy's warmth felt against you. Like it felt meant to be.

“We should go,” he said, when he finally left his room and looked at the time on the wall clock. Closing time was almost approaching. “Is it okay if I call a taxi to take you home?”

“Yeah.”

“I'll go pay the bill and be right back, okay?”

“Let me give you some money…”

"No way. No,” he stated firmly. He got up from his seat and, by the way, now he stole a kiss from you “Wait here.”

You did it obediently and while you did it you took the opportunity to observe and caress your bouquet. They were beautiful and you wondered how Remus had planned the delivery. It hadn't been something spontaneous, he already knew the purpose of the date from the beginning and that only made you feel more like a girl in love.

He showed up a few minutes later and, after thanking your red-headed cupid profusely, you waited for your taxi at a table near the exit. When it arrived you practically had to run to avoid the rain, but that didn't matter to you because while you were doing it the brunette held your hand to prevent any accident.

The elderly driver started the engine after you told him your address and silence reigned for a moment, with only the barely audible music from the radio.

“Do you want to stay with me tonight?” you asked, after a few blocks. No one lived with you and it seemed cruel to you to send Remus back to his apartment.

“Do you want me to stay?”

“There is enough space. And you must be tired”

You weren't trying to make a sexual innuendo in your words. You just wanted to make the moment last as long as possible.

Remus agreed without much resistance and upon arriving at your apartment, which fortunately was in order, he was respectful by telling you that he could sleep on the couch if you wanted. He seemed so decent to you that you accepted his proposal, taking charge of bringing him enough blankets and pillows to make him comfortable.

He had already taken off his shoes and jacket when you sat down next to him to wish him goodnight. You didn't think he would look much more handsome unkempt and with disheveled hair than he did at first.

"Thanks for the invitation"

“It's the least I could do after everything today,” you said, shrugging your shoulders.

“Was it a good date?”

“It was a great date” you exclaimed honestly and for the third time that night you approached him to kiss him.

This time you took the time to savor the contact, prolonging it as much as possible and causing a spark to settle between you. Remus quickly learned that your lips were soft and definitely more expert than his, with all of that making him feel a little dizzy. You reveled in the feeling of his large hands holding your waist, not knowing where else it was correct to place them. If you could have, you would have kissed him all night, but you separated only because you knew that the desire existed in you and him, afraid that if you followed your prudence wouldn’t be enough to stop you from making love to him on that sofa.

He looked completely enthralled with you as you watched him and you knew you most likely had the same expression. After all, so many months of longing between you were summed up in the pleasure of that physical contact that you were discovering.

“Go to sleep, pretty,” he suggested “I'll be here in the morning.”

“Good night, Remus. If you need anything, go to my room, okay?”

A part of you wanted him to look for you in the middle of the night, but you knew that both of you were hesitant to make any moves to go to such extremes. The boy just nodded and then, still not convinced, you headed towards your room so you could sleep.

That night Remus dreamed of you and you dreamed of him, with the sound of the rain lulling you, only a few meters away between you, and a beautiful bouquet resting on your nightstand.

You didn't know if that was happiness, but at least that's what it felt like.

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Hi i'm going on a huge rant I know I should do it on the tsams confession thing but I'd rather do it on my own blog

Absolutely no hate to the creators by the way, this is just stuff that ticks me off :3

Completely fine if you like the stuff I stated!

VA's if you somehow see this uhhhh please ignore this entire post

I want to rewrite ruin's character as a whole so hes just canonical eclipse

Sadly no jigsaw but at least it isn't whats happening on tsams

God i want to go on a huge rant about how much i despise whats happening with the lore to get it off my chest but i just know that some people will take ir the wrong way and assume I want it to change and I hate tsams as a whole

I don't hate it as a whole but i dp kind of wish to say this

It kind of feels like that after the ruin dlc released that what the creators had planned was changed from it- for one their reaction to canonical eclipse, which was them saying 'no' over him being nice- and the fact that ruin i think was originally supposed to be canon eclipse with how he acted after being 'cured'

Does it feel like they hate canon eclipse or at least dislike him? Yes, yes it does

Does it feel like the lore is rushed a bit now? Honetsly kinda

Is the excessive amount of angst overwhelming? For me at least, it is (hence why i've stopped watching and moved to laes)

Also it would be so refreshing if it didn't seem like this was the whoke "all eclipses are bad but solar" because i know thats not true

A character does not need to have a bad backstory to be rude or nice or whateverz but it feels like that way in tsams which ticks me off so much FOR INSTANCE, BASICALLY THE ENTIRE FAMILY

They could've turned out rude but didn't because THEY CHOSE NOT TO

I think i rememver ruin saying that solar was a rare eclipse but idk if thats bc hes nice or bc of the change but if its bc hes nice im gonna scream

Uhm uhm what else uuhhhhdhdhdhhe

Oh yeah the fact that ruin straight up doesn't give a shit about his actions it pisses me off

He watched his friends suffer for ages, and you'd think hed have some remorse because he wouldm't want that to happen to anyone else, but nope! Bro he seemingly didn't evej care when all the family was greiving

YOU'D THINK AFTER THE TIME HE'D SPEND WITH THEM HE'D CARE ECEN THE SLIGJTEST

SURE THEY'RE FROM DIFFERENT AUS BUT HE WAS AROUND THEM LONG ENOUGH TO AT LEAST CARE ABOUT WHAT HIS ACTIONS WOULD CAUSE

Dude i really do hope the VA's don't find this i feel bad enough making this post but i gotta let off some steam 😭 if they see it i'll just feel worse than before

#dca #fnaf #sun and moon show #tsams #sams #the sun and moon show #tsams confessions #putting that tag bc i know some have it blocked and i don't want those people to come across this #oneday i will get backlash for my rants i just know it #i know this shouldn't bother me so much bc its just a silly little show but god does some stuff piss me off #i'm gonna stick to my aus now 💔