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#but hey rule number one

chaos0pikachu · 9 months

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look, I know taylor swift got all the rwrb girlies in a death grip and y'all have sold your souls to her but I am bernie voice begging y'all to throw some Spanish love ballads out there too like Alex is Mexican y'all don't think that boy knows who Selena Quintanilla is and wasn't listening to I Could Fall In Love With You on repeat after every meeting with Henry???? Please.

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #look i'm just saying can we get some musical variety up in here #every fic gifset and fmv is set to some swift number and like hey i dig enchanted #but alex would def not be a swiftie and he'd def grew up listening to marc anthony i don't make the rules #i could fall in love with you is such a beautiful ballad too #like that's one of their wedding songs don't even come at me #chaos pikachu speaks

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hollypies · 2 months

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THE GRAMMAR GUEST SITUATION THING?? IM GOING INSANE

They. They said nothing of value WHAT. Way of making someone who has dyslexia anxious and worried about something they made for their own enjoyment I guess???

Yeah ???? I mean, if they're having fun??? Yippee???

Fr though, what 😭😭😭s??? I'm just tryna have fun leave me alone ... I cannot be the only one they've done this too as well

Like notice how they ask me not to tell the to 'stfu' and after I thanked them they got kinda surprised?? Who.. who else are you doing this too.

For anyone who doesn't know what I'm talking about !

Please note that while I was trying to be polite I was actively screaming into my pillow from discomfort. Also wow (Me) Guest really tore into them. I do agree with them tho, I did want to jump into a pool of acid

#holly answers #cozones beloved hellhole #cozone... im losing my mind over here #i havnt screenshotted the new comment but like.. all they did was. say it was interesting at least???? even if??? thsy dont like the ship???#just dont read it if you dont like the ship??? i prommy im not gonna be mad !!! dont like!! dont engage!!!!!!!#literally the number one rule!!! of the internet!!! holy sjit!#anyway i feel like im going insane . help.#the irony is not lost on me either like. oh my goddess.#this is the one time i go out of my way to say HEY!! IM DOING THIS FOR ME! FOR FUN! BECAUSE I STRUGGLE WITH THIS!!#and god pulls the funniest fucking trick and SENDS ME THIS PERSON.#i could cry omg.. tears of laughter or tears of pain?? both

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wtf-amiru · 2 years

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comforting hugs

*dumps all these writings on you* idk man, I couldn't decide and ended up writing too many things(TM) so....sorry it's so dang long. Also sorry it took 9 years, I uh...just a lot of ideas, was hard to pin down just...three lmao

(Timeline: immediately after you get G'raha to the first. Like 1st weekish?)

She snaps awake sucking in air like she just burst out of water, suffocating, terrified. She whimpers quietly as her hands rifle through her empty bed. "Raha....raha!" Her tone is quiet and panicked as she looks around. She was alone, in the dark of her room in Mor Dhona. He wasn't there, she was sure he was supposed to be. Sure he had been when she'd gone to sleep.

Had it all been a dream? Surely if he had been here there would be some evidence but she saw nothing. It had all been a dream. He hadn't come back from the first. They'd....tried? "I'm sorry Mistress Fhey..." she hears Urianger's voice echo through her head, sees Y'shtola's apologetic face flash before her eyes, the twins unable to look at her as her friends broke horrible news to her.

Her breathing reaches a fever pitch and her pulse is racing, drowning out the sound of anything else in the room. She's hyperventilating and sobbing now, convinced his return was a dream she'd had, unable to separate nightmare from reality in her peaked panic.

The sound of her own racing heartbeat drowns out the sound of G'raha pushing back through the door, but not the sound of his staff falling and hitting the floor as he notices her upright and sobbing in bed and hurriedly pushes the door back closed. Her head snaps up to him and she screams seeing him, was he real or another cruel dream. "Shit." He cusses, trying to land the glass of water he'd gotten up to get on the table as he flies past it on his way to her. "A'miru, it's okay, hey, come here." He lands next to her in bed and she scrambles away, still surprised by his arrival and unsure if her eyes can be trusted. She doesn't want to be haunted by this ghost.

He'd never seen her like this, never seen her so.....scared. He'd spent a century chasing down the woman in the books he'd read, from years after her passing, a warrior, a hero. The friend who defeated darkness for him in the tower. Who stood strong against Garlemald time and time again and who'd defeated light itself and the ascian Emet-Selch in The First at his behest. After so long chasing such a legendary hero, and after actually succeeding in The First he sometimes forgot these people...this fabled hero...was just a person like he was.

He stops himself from forcefully pulling her into his arms, she was clearly hyperventilating and scared, so he crouches by the edge of the bed. Close enough to her for his comfort but not so close as to make her scramble away again. "A'miru, you're okay." He says quietly and as calmly as he could, he wasn't quite sure how to handle this yet. It was clearly some form of panic attack.

He watches her look at him like a scared animal and his heart breaks a little bit. He was sure no one saw this side of her, not like this.

Her hands slowly move towards him and she touches his fingers, then his hands, then a hand on his shoulder, his neck, his cheek. She moved fast once her hands were on him, like she was making sure he was real before throwing her weight at him as she broke down into sobs again.

He was real. He was real. He was here and he was real and she hadn't dreamt it and he was saying her name.

He exhales as she hits his chest, finally able to scoop her up out of bed.

He brings her over to the padded bench at the foot of the bed and sets her down, crouching before her. But as soon as he settles in front of her she just scrambles down into his lap again, refusing to be separate from him. "Okay, well...we can sit on the floor I guess." He muses as her arms come around his waist with surprising pressure.

When her grip only gets tighter and her sobs don't slow he exhales. "A'miru," he says calmly, trying on the same tone he'd used when Lyna was young and had had bad dreams, "you're having a panic attack and I know it feels scary but you're safe, I'm here, we're safe in Mor Dhona. I know it's hard but breathing will help it all stop. Just breathe, just breathe." He coos at her and pulls her head against his chest, his hand running up and down her back slowly.

He feels her arms slowly relax a bit, and then tighten again, and then relax like she's fighting herself to calm down and he frowns. For some reason he'd thought things were done when he made it back to The Source, happily ever after and all that. He was back and appeared to be healthy, all his years in the tower and in the first seemed to have no ill affect on his body here. It had been hard and excruciating work but he had made out like a bandit. Back to his old life AND now a full fledged member of scions, officially invited to all the adventures he could stomach, and the woman who'd saved his life and kept him afloat in a world apart, to his surprise and his some 300 years apart, appeared to still have feelings for him and wanted to pursue them. He'd selfishly thought that was the end of it. He never thought about her separate journey too much, he'd read the books about her accomplishments. He knew all her doings inside and out. He could recount a previous history of her actions throughout her entire legacy. But they'd changed history. Only some of that had actually come to pass, and that that did had clearly had a deep and lasting affect on her. Of course it did, it was stupid to think that it wouldn't. He'd seen the dots and never bothered to connect them. He kicks himself for it now.

He scoots a bit so he can lean against the foot of the bed with her in his lap, resigned to croon and coo at her until she was herself again, until whatever fear this was had passed. Hopefully she would also tell him what it was that scared her so much as to scream at his arrival. He could still hear the terrified wail she'd let out when she'd noticed him.

He flicks a spark of fire at a few candles nearby to warm up the room, the cool moonlight through the window had made it feel cold in the small room. And he hums, low and quiet, unused to the action anymore but finding calm in it now. He hums a Corvosi lullaby from his youth, the only melody he could think of in the moment.

What feels like hours later he feels a hand rest gently on his chest and her head shift from where it had been resting to lay flat against his chest. "A'miru?" He says quietly, running his fingers through her long hair and feels her nod. The tension he hadn't realized he was holding melts out of him as he's given confirmation she's actually hearing him again.

He shifts, sits up and peels her off his chest, his shirt now damp from her tears, so he can look at her. Her whole face was swollen from crying, her eyes bloodshot and lips chapped, cheeks rubbed raw from wiping tears. "Hey..." He says quietly, her head between his hands, eyes staring unabashedly at him, refusing to look anywhere else. "That wasn't fun," her head shakes in his hands, "can you tell me what happened?" And her head shakes again, "okay, that's okay, you don't have to. You know you're safe?" Her head nods this time in his hands "okay, good. You're safe and I'm safe and we're going to be okay." Something about his words makes her pull him closer again, to squeeze him and he feels the cool wetness of tears on his chest again. "You're okay, hey, let's get somewhere more comfortable than the floor, alright?" She doesn't nod or shake her head but she lets herself slide off his legs so he can stand and help her up again. As soon as they're both standing she thuds against his chest, arms tight around him as they slide down his back and he feels her take a deep breath finally.

Her reactions, he had a feeling in his gut. "Does what scared you....have something to do with...me?" He tries not to fidget with his own hands, still rather shy and uncomfortable when the subject turned to him; hundreds of years of deflecting any and all questions about himself had done little for his conversational skills on the topic. She stills a moment before he feels a nod against his chest.

His brows furrow and he pulls her face up in his hands again to look at him, genuine concern on his own as he thoroughly looks over her face. "What happened, A'miru?" If she refuses to answer again he'd let it go, he was not going to try to pry answers out of her again, he did not need them that much but concern forces him to ask just one more time.

She maintains his eye contact as she tries to gather up the words she needed and he watches tears well up as she replays it for herself reluctantly. "You...were gone...you didn't make it back...it didn't work...or...maybe the whole thing hadn't been real" Her mouth tightens and frowns as she tries to not cry again in his hands and fails miserably.

Oh. Oh that was so much worse than what he had thought. She'd woken up scared and alone and had doubted her own memories. Her scream at his arrival made tragic sense now. "Oh, A'miru, come here, I'm so sorry." He pulls her in again, wrapping his arms tightly around her, burying her head against his chest as they stood in the middle of the room. "I won't leave you alone again at night, if I have to get up I'll wake you or..." He thinks a moment, his staff had been in the room but she'd not noticed it in her panic, "or I'll leave something of mine in bed with you so you know-"

He's fully cut off and taken aback as she casually slips her top off, breasts hanging bare before him, and then slides her hands up under his grey shirt. "A'miru, I don't think this is the time for that..." He says gently but doesn't stop her from pulling the shirt up and over his head as he watches her arms stretch up to his height, pulling her soft round breasts up as she does.

"Just give me this." She says quietly and pulls his shirt over her head. His face softens as he understands and she hugs the shirt around herself. It wasn't clean and needed to be washed, but it smelled like him and that's all she cared about. His soap or his sweat, she didn't care, it was a physical token she'd struggle to mistake in a panic and maybe the smell of his sweat and dirt would be something she couldn't argue against. Those were real, they wouldn't exist without him, they were tangible.

He smiles and pulls her back against him again. "Okay" he says and smooths her hair down before pressing his lips against her head.

She's not expecting the crash when it hits her, and she'd been in such a heightened state that when it does hit, it hits her hard. They'd stood holding each other for a while, the sound of his heartbeat against her head calming her down, when suddenly her eyes were closed and her knees were bending. She snaps back awake with a gasp and moves to steady herself again but he's got her. G'raha's warm arms catch her and pull her back up easily, he'd been watching her eyes drift for a minute now and while it did seem to hit her fast she was already pressed against him.

"Let's go back to bed, hm?" He feels her arms tighten around him before he feels her head reluctantly nod. He was surprised how comfortable he was with her being completely nonverbal.

Sure, it meant something was very wrong and that was not a good feeling, but A'miru had been quiet when he'd met her. She had been closed off and cold, he swore she hated him then, actually. But he'd been fascinated and excited to meet and work with a real adventurer, and one of such renown too. He couldn't help himself. Days spent picking and bugging and nervously talking over the silence until she finally reacted; retaliated in kind to his pestering and threw one of his own books at him. She'd stormed away before she let her scowl break into a smile but he'd been certain he'd seen her mouth struggling to not curl up in the corners as she did.

Her not speaking was familiar ground for him. He'd navigated this before, albeit, hundreds of years ago for part of him, mere months ago for another part.

He gets her to drink the water he'd originally gotten for himself, she does so without protest and lets him pull her back into bed. Something about the way she acted said she'd had similar experiences before and was maybe a little more used to accepting help than she was when he left. That was complicated for him to sort out. It hurt to know she'd had the experiences, a number of times sufficient to blur the reluctance away, but was glad that she had clearly had healthy support through it.

She hesitates before curling up next to him with her head on his arm like she was thinking about doing something else. He lifts her hand and fidgets with it a moment before lacing his fingers through hers and holding them to his chest. When she moves their hands so hers is against his chest and she can feel the gentle thump of his pulse he sighs, "Oh, c'mere then," with a smile on the realization, and pulls her up onto his chest. He's rewarded with a tight squeeze and her ears tickling his neck a moment as she wiggles them into place.

The steady thump of his heart directly in her ear did so much to ground her and she starts to really feel the exhaustion of such a big event hit her. Her limbs felt heavy and she wasn't sure she could fully open her eyes if she tried. She struggles against herself, not ready to fully let go yet. She'd slipped back into sleep and gone right back into her nightmares in the past, she didn't want that happen again.

G'raha on the other hand was still fairly awake. He'd unintentionally taken on to waiting for her to sleep before letting himself doze off and she seemed to stir every so often. Like she was fighting against sleep. He sighs. The books he'd read, the stories, epic fables written about her experiences....none of it was this. She stirs again, shifting her head on his chest, and he wraps his arms tight over her. "A'miru, I'll be here when you wake, I promise. You can sleep."

She's still a moment before she finally speaks, "I don't want to have another nightmare." Her voice sounds so....different than he's used to. Small and afraid, tucked low between the folds of his shoulders and the blankets. "I know," he says, "and I can't promise you won't, unfortunately. But I'm here, and I'll be here if you do and we'll sort through it together."

"Promise?" She wasnt fidgetting with anything in particular so much as she was just...unstill, despite the exhaustion pulling at her.

"Here," he shifts, pulls at her until her face is in his hands again and she has to look at him. "I promise. I will not leave you alone again tonight. So long as I am able, I will be here when you wake." She closes her eyes in his hands and nods, tucks her chin down and lays against his chest again. "Thank you," she says quietly and he can feel the stray tear she fails to blink back get wiped away in haste as she takes a deep breath, something resigned in the way she does.

Within minutes she's asleep against him again, exhaustion finally claiming her as the last bit of tension is flushed from her and he feels her relax fully in her sleep. The weight of her limp and relaxed, piled on his chest, helped ground G'raha as well.

He never thought he'd actually be back here, it wasn't part of the original plan. He'd never meant to make it back from the first, he'd meant to stay there, to end there, so they could go home. A'miru had given him a piece of her mind, and fists, when he'd first revealed that detail. He had some amount of debt to owe Thancred and Urianger still for holding her back in that moment. She'd been ferocious when he'd said it, throwing herself bodily at him and managing to get in a solid hit before she was peeled off of him while cussing and telling him just how stupid he was. He was beginning to understand why he was, perhaps, the only one surprised by her actions in that moment.

They wake late in the morning to a knock at the door and they're teased for being late by Y'shtola. Eyebrows are wiggled and G'raha can't help but stammer because of it before she treads off again.

"No more nightmares?" G'raha asks as he walks back over to where A'miru was sitting in bed rubbing her eyes and she shakes her head. "Good, let's go find some coffee, hm?" He smiles and pulls her out of bed before he starts dressing. "Mm, I'm uh...I'll pass today..." That's enough to make G'raha stop changing and look up; just enough out of the ordinary to pause at, "Oh?"

"More often than not it makes things worse....what happened last night I mean." She pulls her shirt over her head and tucks it into her impossibly short skirt. And G'raha watches, somewhat struck that she already had so much figured out about this thing that happened. It'd happened enough in the past that she knew all of this. He felt conflicted and it showed on his face.

"You have to stop looking at me like that." She says without looking at him as she pulls on socks. G'raha double takes and runs his hand across his face, physically wiping the look away, "uh, wha- what do you mean?" He resumes dressing himself even though he knew well enough what she was speaking of.

"Like I'm a baby bird, or an injured puppy, or something for you to fix and pity." She stands and walks over to him , hands gentle and warm on his abdomen. "A lot has happened, not all of it good, most of it out of any of our control. This echo of mine," she sighs as he pulls a shirt on and moves her hands to accommodate, "makes it very easy for what happened last night to happen, makes it very easy to get confused. It's not always you. Most of the time, yes, it is. I won't lie, last night...that's been the worst one but some of the time it's the war, or Aymeric or Nidhogg or Ysayle, Arenvald, Fordola, Yotsuyu...a lot has happened..." she repeats and blinks back the longer list of names and events that continues to scroll through her mind as he let's her pause, not wanting to interrupt; it was not often he got to hear her speak in this way, so open and clearly- she'd grown.

She breathes, puts her chin against his chest as she looks up at him. "I've been through a lot, we've been through a lot. None of it fair. No amount of feeling bad is going to fix what happened, or prevent the pain we all still feel as a result. So please don't look at me like if you'd been here I'd be different, or if you hadn't left none of this would have happened. Things happened the way they did because they needed to, the first needed you. Only you could have-"

She's cut off by lips pressed against hers as G'raha kisses her. He knew enough how the first had needed him, had decades of knowing he was supposed to be there. He was ready to be needed elsewhere; ready to be needed by her. And she was right, of course. No amount of feeling bad, or guilty or like there was some way to have avoided all the bad if he'd only just been here to help was going to change anything that had happened.

His hands slide under her and lift her, finding the wall behind her quick enough as her legs wrap around his waist.

All he could do was be here for her now, he realized. Those scrapes and scars in the past were a part of her now and feeling sorrow or regret that he couldn't have prevented them was nothing constructive and only anchored him in the past.

Hang work. They were already late, what was a little bit more time? They had lives together to be thankful for. To revel in and enjoy each other in this rare moment of calm in the world before chaos or uncertain doom crashed in on them again.

They arrive after the morning meet up is well over and G'raha definitely doesn't turn bright red when Y'shtola comments that she woke them up late over an hour ago and postponed the meeting even, and still they missed it.

(timeline: right after 6.0, Thancred's first stretch away with Urianger. Can't be too long after Mothers and Husbands since she's still on crutches)

The state that G'raha found the house when he got home left him puzzled.

A box of pencils, broken and scattered across the floor in the livingroom. A small pile of papers strewn across on the coffee table. A partially damp t-shirt on the floor of the hallway. Two more shirts on the floor of the bedroom. One crutch in the bathroom next to a broken sandal and a ripped pair of pants. He found the other sandal on the floor of the kitchen next to the other crutch and a graphite smudge on the porch step.

He walked slowly through the house trying to piece together what happened. It didn't look like the place had been tossed, it looked like someone fell through the house. It was strange, and worrisome, because A'miru was gone as well, both of her crutches still in the house, and her shoes as well.

A brief check in at The Last Stand and the Annex but no luck, she wasn't there either, although she had been to The Last Stand earlier apparently, to pick up a hot chocolate to go. He climbed the fence west of town and checked the abandoned park that was Thancred's refuge but no luck there either.

Another fruitless link pearl page to her and he huffed. She could be so reckless sometimes; she was still healing from her fight with Zenos and the Endsinger. She was capable of getting around, and stubborn to boot, but to leave her shoes and crutches at home was an odd thing he couldn't figure out.

He'd checked all her usual haunts in town and something told him the only other place she'd go in Old Sharlayan, the hot chocolate being the vital clue. The only place she'd struggled to walk away from and not yet returned to. And so he followed his feet down below ground. Down to Labyrinthos and then further down.

Without pause he found himself at the aitiascope door rather quickly and the way the lift operator nodded at him he knew he'd find her down there.

She'd seen the dead reappear for them on their first journey down there and he’d seen her hesitate at the door on their way back.

The elevator thunks at the bottom as it stops and the guard that opens the door motions to an area not far from the door, "we tried to send her back up but..." G'raha smiles and puts a hand on the guards shoulder, not many people could have stopped her even injured as she was.

Across the way, against an outcropping of crystalline rocks was a small form curled up against them, small items scattered around her, sleeping soundly surrounded by a dull glow.

Quietly he treads up to her, the glow surrounding her shifting and swirling blue and orange and teal and magenta and lavender, it looked like a swirling galaxy but it dissipated as he approached until he was crouching next to her and only the lavender remained. He watched it part and fade before him as he reached his hand towards her, touching her cheek gently. "Miru, time to wake up." Her brows furrow as her eyes blink open, her face a bit confused as the last bits of glow drip off her feet and dissipate. "Raha? What are you doing here?" She watches him sink down and sit next to her, pulling her under his arm and he chuckles. "You're down here, still injured and without your crutches, or shoes apparently-"

"I tried, they broke."

"I saw," he smiles down at her as she snuggles into him. “Regardless, you’re asking me what I’m doing down here? You know this isn’t a park, it’s dangerous down here.”

“I’m not stupid, I have my daggers, I’m close enough to the door to get to it if anything happened.”

"What's all this for then...?” He motions to the scattering of small rocks, pressed flowers, a smattering of notes on papers and a handful of small item’s she had crafted. He had a guess but didn't want to assume anything.

"I don't have a graveyard to visit, not easily or without traveling. Sometimes I just want to talk...to them..." He feels her fingers fidget at one of the tassels on his scarf and he softens at her words. She'd lost so many people in her journey, people she loved and people she barely knew and G'raha was confident she remembered every one. And here was a place where, sometimes, the dead just showed up; this is where they went. The aetherial sea. He understood why she'd want to be down here.

"What happened?" There were still pieces missing to the puzzle he had found at home.

"At home?" She feels him nod and exhales slowly. "Would you believe it if I said I just tried to put normal clothes on?"

"Perhaps, after some explanation." He chuckles and it's warm and comforting to her.

"I just wanted to get dressed and come down here for a bit while you were at work. I dropped my shirt in the toilet G'raha, I couldn't even get a shirt on today. It's a miracle I managed to get the hot chocolate even half the way here without burning myself with the way things went."

G'raha waits, knowing what's coming.

"My pants ripped in the wash, I dropped my shirt in the toilet, the next option was too small once I got it on, the next too hot so I said fuck it, I'll go in pajamas. I spilled my pencils getting some papers and then immediately slipped on them. Broke my sandal trying to catch a falling crutch when I went to go wash the graphite off my hands, immediately gave up on that. And then I decided to just go with what I had when I accidentally catapulted one of the kitchen knives across the livingroom from the kitchen. It's behind the sofa."

G'raha blinked in disbelief. "That is...quite the series of events. You know you can ask for help-"

"I'm so tired of needing help to do everything Raha, I just wanted to do one thing on my own. I should have been able to do this."

He opened his mouth to protest, asking for a little bit of help didn't mean you still weren't doing the thing on your own, but he didn't want to belittle her independence or her unfortunate luck getting down here. "Well..." He slides behind her and pulls her close. "Next time a series of events like that happen, you tell me and I'll come and I promise I won't help you at all." There's a small laugh from in front of him as her arms pull his in tighter, "Promise?"

"I may even bully you."

"Oh, what a treat." She smiles and let's his arms rest in her lap as she feels his chin on top her head.

"I'm sorry you had such an unfortuitous day, darling."

She feels the weight of him rest his head on hers and moves her eyes to look up, as if she could see him up there, "I suppose it happens. Sometimes it feels like it all piles up into one day, however." His arms are warm, a safe place to hide, and she lets herself feel small in them as they enjoy the reprieve being down here alone in the quiet.

"Yknow" comes quietly from A'miru after some time, "I didn't think anyone would show up, but I had kind of hoped...." She trails off quietly, feeling suddenly selfish. It wasn't for her to decide what the dead did, if they showed up down there or if they even cared to, she knew that. The chuckle she hears from G'raha surprises her, "I think you might have napped through their visit, hun." She turns suddenly to look at his face, slight confusion on her own. "Or rather, I think some of your friends down here were watching over you while you slept, you had a glow." She relaxes again, head against his chest, "Oh."

"He was here, I think, one of them." G'raha's voice was quiet, almost trepidatious. "Hades?" She knew it wasn't him as soon as she said it. Despite how grumpy he was about it Hades was nearly incapable of showing up anywhere without it being some big display. Through almost no fault of his own Hades had a flare for the dramatics, quietly showing up to watch over someone sleeping was not his style. "No, the other one." And she nods against his chest, "Hythlodaeus." She feels a nod above her in confirmation. "There were a few, I think, but he stayed the longest when I got here."

That felt right, Hades was probably working and complaining about it, or finally resting, begrudgingly of course.

"Raha?" She pushes up off his chest to look at him as his eyebrows raise in response. "I'm sorry I went back in time and came back with two ghost husbands." She shrugs, not husbands but close enough to count; and they weren't hers, they were Azem's but she felt her affection for them. "That can't be easy to deal with, as silly as it sounds? Especially when they occasionally do actually show up and also when one of them has tried to kill us, and you specifically, so many times when he was alive. The whole thing is rather tied up..." His face cracks with a smile as he brings his hand up to her face.

"Miru, you needn't apologize for feeling things, or for things out of your control. There are parts of your soul that are older than most continents I've been to; how could I fault you for it having had a life at one point? I know what happened in Elpis and I thank you for being honest with me, and that's it. That's all I ask for from you, honesty. That you choose to give me your honesty, companionship and love?" She feels him nuzzle into the side of her neck, his face hot against her skin and she could imagine how red it must be. "It's a dream a care not to wake up from. Hey, none of that." He chuckles as she quietly wipes a tear off her cheek. "I'm here because of you, I'll continue to be here because of you, until you tell me otherwise, ghost husbands or not."

"How are you so patient and understanding." She buries herself amongst his layers of clothing as his arms press her close once more. "300 years pining in a tower, mostly. Does wonders for your patience." He laughs as her hand hits his chest in response.

She was so far removed from where she started, from the hungry streets without a home or a friend. Now surrounded by people she trusted and loved from different timelines and worlds she sometimes found herself struggling to accept it all, found a need to be solitary again. In truth, that was maybe more why she'd found herself down here in such a state, so determined to get down here and be alone without being alone.

"If I help you make a small display of sorts down here later just for this type of thing will you come back up with me?"

There's a moment of silence before she answers. "...only if you piggy back me back to the house." G'raha couldn't stop the laugh the bubbles out of him if he had a mind to try. "I don't have my crutches and I-"

"I will carry you my frail and fragile maiden." He interrupts as he stands up from behind her and offers her his hand in a grand show. She tries to hide her smile with a scowl and fails, falling into laughter as he pulls her gently to her feet with a deep swooping bow. He takes a moment to tidy up the items she had brought down here before helping her back into the long lift back up, and follows through on carrying her back home, stopping to pick up dinner on the way.

"That never got explained." G'raha points to the graphite smudge on the porch on their way in. "I fell on my ass, G'raha. I still had graphite on my hands when I left."

"Oh," he quickly moves past it taking in the tone of her admission and moving on and into their new little home, trying not to laugh overmuch.

Blankets are acquired and soon, despite her protesting and yelling, her feet land in G'raha's lap, a pillow under her knees and takeout resting on her stomach as he laughs and rubs her feet just to spite her protests.

(timeline: mid heavensward, not long after getting thancred back. this one's a direct continuation of this one and i'm throwing it in bc weird and awkward old man hugs?)

She'd explained a little, it was hard for her in her state to string coherent words together. Mostly she'd sobbed into the toilet in Thancred's privy amidst emptying the contents of her stomach into it and refused to let him touch her at all. She barely let him hold her hair back, but had given up at his insistence at this one thing.

Thancred had found a futon tucked into the closet, intending to give her the bed but she'd stumbled out and grabbed it from him, tossing it in the corner before curling up facing the wall on it. He found a bucket, just in case, and put it next to her and a pitcher of water on the table near her; he'd never, ever seen her quite this miserable. This was a level of low she'd never hit before in the past and his concern over the reason for it was palpable.

He didn't sleep that night. Not because he was worried, because he was kicking himself. He'd noticed her behavior had been...off since his return. She shook more than usual, which was not at all, he'd chalked it up to the cold in Ishgard, and she was always tired and, if he was being honest, he'd noticed the weight she'd lost as well. Why the hell didn't he say something, how long had this been going on for. He thinks back to dragging her out of that valley after G'raha had to leave, how she'd drank at seventh heaven then too, but she'd had the rest of the scions there to help and distract her then. This time she'd lost everyone but a teenager and an accountant. God he was an idiot, he'd chosen to stay away, leaving her stranded.

Come morning there's a gentle knock on the door and when Thancred opens it he finds an Aymeric who looks just as tired as he does. "I didn't sleep either," he says quietly, letting him into the room.

She's still asleep on the futon, still facing the wall and Aymeric's face reads concern clearly. He wants to scoop her up and whisk her away, put her in a bed of silks but he'd tried that already, being her knight in shining armor hadn't helped anything.

They settle at the small table in the corner and speak in hushed tones. Aymeric explains how long this has been going on. How they started their relationship with smiles on their faces, and how hers had faded so quickly. Thancred explains the events preceding the banquet, told him about G'raha, her first love and her first huge heartbreak and the picture finally becomes clear for Aymeric.

She hadn't talked about G'raha at all, hadn't spoken his name once. But she'd woken up crying before, been cold and distant while he kissed her, her gaze had fallen on him less and less and tended to stretch off into the distance more. He'd tried to settle into a crater left in her heart without knowing it was there. And that's not even factoring in the rest of her found family vanishing in one night.

As much of a mess as this was he still had genuine feelings for her. Still loved the way her eyes squinted when she did smile, infrequent as it had become, missed her hands in his hair and the ring of her laugh.

Politically this could ruin him, Estinien hadn't been exaggerating things when he'd chewed her out, she could end his career and plunge this city back into chaos if this ended badly. The Lord Commander courting someone who was not an Ishgardian noble was pushing the boundaries of their conservative city enough, her standing reputation as the hero of Eorzea making up their difference in local standing, turning out to be a reckless drunk would do nothing to assure their confidence in him. In too deep was an understatement.

"She stayed outside those doors for three days-"

"Three days?"

"And she tried to stab me when I finally dragged her out"

"That's honestly the least surprising part of this story."

A silence falls between the two men as all the information is finally laid out at once, a silence that's broken by a groan and the sound of stirring. Aymeric glances at Thancred who nods and slips into the hallway for a moment to afford them a little bit of privacy.

Aymeric finds his way over to her futon on the floor, sitting next to her pillow as he brushes her hair out of her face. Her hand comes up to bat his away but Aymeric easily catches it and presses it to his lips instead as her eyes blink open and her brows furrow. "Aymeric?" The last person she wanted to see right now, too much guilt flooded her. He just nods and holds her hand to his cheek, warm and soft. "What are you...why are you here?" He exhales and lowers her hand "Why? Why am I here? Did you think I was just going to turn away? Let you just not come home one night and let that be the end of it? Why do you think I'm here?" She'd honestly not thought that far in advance.

Her stomach turns at the thought of him doing just what he described and she has to reach for the bucket near her as her body contracts in an effort to empty it's contents once again. She comes away sobbing, cold tears dripping off her chin. "I'm so sorry, Aymeric" she sobs out as he pulls her head into his lap and runs a hand over her back.

"A'miru, can I ask you why you came here last night instead of coming home?" But she just shakes her head, that was too many words to have to say. "Is it because Thancred had the rest of the story? Knew the real reason you were out there?" Yes and no, but close enough to nod, she could only guess what all Thancred had told him as she pulls herself off his legs and back onto the futon. The shame was too much and she caught herself wanting a drink to blur the feeling away, curling in on herself as she tried to push it down.

Aymeric's hand is on her back again, so big and so warm and she's tired of crying but everything was just so much.

"I'm going to say a few things and then you can go back to sleep and rest, okay?" When there is no visible response he continues. "Estinien told me what he said last night and as harsh as he was he's not entirely wrong. That being said I can't deny the feelings I have for you, I've grown to care deeply for you. But" he takes a breath and let's it out slowly. "I know there's a hole in your heart that I'm not filling. I'm not G'raha and I understand, now, that you were not afforded the luxury of time to heal." Her face shoots up as he says his name. How long had it been since someone said it aloud? How long has it been since she thought about him unfiltered by alcohol? Long enough that she'd half convinced herself he was just a story living in her head. A hell she'd created for herself as punishment. Long enough that hearing someone else say it aloud was shocking. Aymeric looks down at her surprised look with softness, "Thancred told me everything, I'm sorry. I feel like I'm finally seeing the whole picture for what it is."

She pulls her knees up to her chest and tucks her head down, she looked so small next to him. Not the larger than life warrior of light the people knew, just a girl who'd had a lot of the people she'd loved and all of the stability she'd needed ripped away from her.

He could see a future with her, here, in Ishgard and was willing to help her stand on her own again. He'd seen a glimpse of her when they'd first met, been absolutely entranced by just how different she was. Unafraid and bold, confident in her movements and absolutely deadly in a fight, she was unlike anything he'd ever seen before and he'd done his best to court her at an appropriate pace but admittedly found himself rushing things in his infatuation.

"I've never...done well...on my own." Her voice is quiet. She'd been backed into a corner by the consequences of her own actions, and while she was there she figured she may as well spill everything to him; he'd always been honest with her. "Thancred found me when I was 14, stealing in Ul'dah and I haven't really been alone since. I made his life hell for a bit before he dragged me to the rogue's guild in Limsa to get me out of his hair. He's the closest thing to family that I have. That's more why I ended up here than anything."

"You don't know any of your family?" His hand is on her back, rubbing gentle circles into it that helped ease the ache in her stomach as she shakes her head. "No, I grew up mostly in the local hostels. The 'orphanages' of Ul'dah were more a work force for the Monetarists who didn't want to spend money paying actual workers than they were orphanages and I learned very quickly that they were not kind employers." She didn't talk about her time before Thancred very often to anyone; these were secrets only 2 other people were privy to.

"I'm so sorry, that must have been hard." She shrugs, it just was what it was. She'd learned to stop dwelling on that misfortune when she'd learned it did nothing to help her in the long run. "Without people to guide me....sometimes all I know is how to find trouble. The scions were a good thing for me, as much as I might've hated that title hanging over my head sometimes." It wasn't that she'd never talked to Aymeric about her past before, just not these parts. Not the parts that went hand in hand with her falling down this hole.

"Aymeric, I'm sorry..." there's so much she wants to say but none of it feels right so she leaves it at I'm sorry and just turns her face down into his leg.

There's a soft sigh and she doesn't see his peaked brows or delicate frown. "I won't say it's okay, it's not and this needs to change, but I will say I care for you and am here for you, if you'll let me be. I know it hurts, but I'd really like to know more about him and what happened one day. Locking that pain away is clearly not helping, perhaps letting it out would be more constructive."

She wasn't sure what to say, thinking about him hurt. She wasn't sure she'd even be able to say the words without the aid of liquor anymore. She'd never dreamed Aymeric would ever want to hear about him, either; couldn't imagine why he'd want to be told about the person who found her heart and then took it with him when he left like it was nothing more than a trinket to remember her by. It makes her stomach turn and she curls into herself more in an effort to make it stop.

"I won't force you to do it, but I think it would help. Keeping poison inside doesn't make it go away-"

"He wasn't poison!" She bites back, ignoring the nausea that flows through her as she does. Aymeric freezes, realizes his mistake and exhales as his eyes close. "I'm sorry, poor choice of wording, you have to know that's not how I intended that. I simply meant keeping that pain in and to yourself...is not going to help you heal."

She knows she misinterpreted what he said and understands in that moment that he's probably right, but can't bring herself to say anything. And then she has a reason for not speaking as this new wave of guilt only adds to the nausea and she has to reach for the bucket again as acrid bile spills into it. She pulls away crying and curls into herself on the futon.

Aymeric's never seen her this bad before. Faced with the consequences of her actions like this she was struggling to gain any footing, just falling deeper down the hole. "A'miru please, let me help you." He pulls gently at her until she's against him again, "you shouldn't have to" she chokes out and his face softens. "And you shouldn't have been accused of a crime you didn't commit, shouldn't have had everything ripped away from you. A lot of things happen that shouldn't, that doesn't mean we shouldn't help when we are able." Her voice cracks as she sobs against him with her head on his leg. He was offering her a tether, something to hold on to in the storm, while she healed and maybe beyond that, she wasn't sure. She felt trapped in a way that was both terrifying and comforting. She had done wrong and the most powerful person in the city was currently offering to help her, saying yes to that outstretched hand was a commitment she'd have to see through and like this she was not her confident in her abilities.

With a small groan she pulls the rest of herself into Aymeric's lap, the cold discomfort of his armor stilling the room as it tried to spin around her. "Hey, there you are." His voice is relieved as his arms come around her. He'd learned very quickly that she wasn't always very verbal, couldn't always speak the things she felt, this was a somewhat familiar action, this was her acquiescing.

There's a quiet knock at the door before Thancred gently pushes through it. He's relieved to see A'miru in Aymeric's lap, even if she is still crying, it meant she'd taken at least one step. Baby steps were the only way forward in this.

"Hey," Aymeric pulls her chin out of his chest so she has to finally look at him, "I have a meeting to get to but I'll let the staff know to expect you, if you want to, my home is always open to you." She closes her eyes and nods as he presses a kiss to her forehead. "I'll come home." She promises quietly to him. It's not much, but he takes her word and holds onto it; something about her voice was different this time. Defeated but resigned, like maybe she finally would come home, to his home, for good.

He runs a thumb over her cheek before sitting her up off of him and taking his leave, saying a few words to Thancred on his way out.

"You know he'd marry you if you let him."

"I'm not sure how making things worse for me is going to help but sure, please, kick me while I'm down. I'm sure it'll really help me stick to this promise I've just made to a man who has no business having to deal with this kind of shit. No, please remind me how fucking GOOD he is."

She hadn't meant to yell at him. She'd just meant to tell him to fuck off but all of a sudden words were tumbling out of her and tears were on her face and her hands were shaking.

Thancred watches her face go from angry to blank as her eyes unfocus and start spilling tears as she visibly dissociates in front of him. The stress and shame pulling her into herself.

"Miru, hey" he rests a hand on her back and when she doesn't respond he tries to pull her against him, tries to pull her back out of herself but she won't move. He's never seen her get so lost in her own head. "I'm sorry, it was a stupid thing to say in the circumstance, you're right, but hey, hey, c'mon, Miru." He slides his hands over her much smaller ones, rubs his thumbs over the back of her wrists as he pulls her hands closer to him.

Her head slowly looks up at him finally, eyes wide and silently dripping tears down her face as she focuses on him. "There you are," he breathes in relief and pulls her in a fraction of a second before sobs rack her, just enough time for her to muffle her screams of shame and sorrow and rage against his chest.

After she's cried and screamed her throat raw, after he's tidied her up and sat her down and talked to her, put boundaries and rules in place, after she's splashed water on her face and cleaned up after herself Thancred walks her home, to house Borel.

They're at the end of the street when Estinien steps out and A'miru freezes. She stands glued in place as he closes the distance and strides past them without sparing a second glance and her head follows him past. "C'mon," Thancred urges her as she watches him leave and pulls her along.

She pulls him inside with her, doesn't want to be by herself right now, doesn't trust herself. He stays with her, floating in the room as another body, another presence, she wasn't alone. He wanders the house once she's drawn a bath and is occupied. Finds the liquor cabinets and typical secret stashes, brushing servant staff off as they try to stop him. "I'm not trying to rob the guy," he explains as he hauls all the bottles he found into the kitchen, "This needs to be kept somewhere secure, the rest of what's in the house that I didn't find as well. A'miru is not to have any of it, no matter what she says. Hide it so you can tell her it's gone if you must, I don't care." There's a low murmur of agreement and he turns and leaves.

He ambles back up to where he'd wandered off from and finds her sitting quietly on the edge of a bed in just her towel, hair wet and stringy and stuck to the tops of her shoulders. She looked so small and young again, so much more like that scrappy kid he'd caught in Ul'dah all those years ago just trying to stay alive than she was the warrior of light she was just last month.

"How are you feeling?"

He's leaning in the doorway and she doesn't look up at him as she lets out a deliberate sigh.

"Like shit but less like I want to die than I did this morning."

He knew she meant the nausea but even her face looked shocked that she'd said that out loud. "I mean, not like that..." she drags a hand down her face and then back through her hair, stopping when her fingers get immediately tangled.

"I know," Thancred says quietly as he treads over beside her cautiously.

"What am I doing here, Thancred? Aymeric doesn't need this bullshit." Her eyes search his face a brief moment, for what she's not sure, answers perhaps. "A'miru, do ever think about what YOU need?" Thancred's reply is faster than she'd expected and she opens her mouth to respond but doesn't have one so she just sits for a moment before quietly closing her mouth again.

"Didn't think so."

"That's-...not fair...I put myself in this position. I wouldn't need help if I hadn-"

"Twelve above A'miru, he loves you. Like infatuated fairy tale love. That's why he's looking after you and volunteering to put himself in this position. I have a mind to say you love him too but you might just be dense, I don't know."

Her brush comes hurdling through the air at him and rattles against the wall behind him as he ducks out of it's way.

"Fair. But I'm right and you know it."

"You're an ass is what you are"

There's a beat of silence as Thancred exhales through his nose slowly.

"A'miru you're allowed this. You're allowed to be happy again."

"You're one to fucking talk, Thancred!" She bolts up from the bed and storms back into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Once inside she has to reach for the counter to steady herself as angry tears ran hot down her face and nausea bites at the back of her throat again.

Thancred exhales the tension in him and rubs his forehead as he sits himself into a chair. Perhaps he pushed just a bit too hard this time. Perhaps he took the wrong approach. That....was not at all what he had expected and the ferocity of her words really and truly silenced him.

She sits against the door furiously wiping tears off her face as they drip silently. Thancred hadn't stayed in Dravania to stay safe, he'd stayed because he wasn't ready to face the possibility of Minifillia being gone, she was sure of it. To hear him preach at her like everything was just so simple was infuriating; they all had shit to work through after what happened.

After what seemed like too long she pushes through the door of the bathroom and strides over to the closet without looking at Thancred, her ears pressed flat against her head.

He just listens to hangers scrape along the clothing rack as he stares at his hands in his lap trying to figure out how to fix whatever he'd done. He wasn't even sure why she'd gotten so angry, what she had yelled about. He'd also lived at the bottom of a bottle and spent nights with nameless strangers, maybe it was about that. Maybe he'd pushed his way of coming out of that dark place on her? He just couldn't be sure.

"I think you should go." He hears quietly from the closet. It sounded like she was so far away. "A'miru I-" He looks up just as one of Aymeric's long linen shirts bounces down around her, grazing the back of her knees as she flattens it out and shakes her head. "I think I'm all full of sage advice for the day. I need some time alone to sort through some things before Aymeric gets home." She opens a drawer in the closet and busies herself looking through it even though she needed nothing from it. The idea of standing still and telling Thancred to leave felt terrible so she kept herself busy and looking away. Even as she heard him get up and silently leave.

He pauses at the door, thinks twice before just saying "you know how to get ahold of me if you need to."

She nods, not even pretending to be busy anymore as her hands fall still inside the drawer and she refuses to look at anything else. The door clicks closed behind Thancred as he leaves and everything that was holding A'miru up breaks. More tears fall down her face as she pulls Aymeric's shirt up around her in an effort to comfort herself, letting the smell of his soap try to relax her but it's fleeting.

The sobs come as the silence around her gets louder until she hears the floorboards creak behind her. "I thought I told you to go." She sniffles, wiping tears and trying to save face but it's the rattle of porcelain that makes her stop.

She turns to see, not Thancred back at the door, but the kindly old butler in charge of staff at the manor with a cup of tea in his hand. "Apologies, Miss Fhey, I meant only to bring you tea, you seemed...distressed."

She'd forgotten she wasn't actually alone in the house and wipes at her face as she stands up from the floor, eyes still red and swollen. "Oh, thank you, Gaspard, I uhm-" still don't know how to speak to the staff here, she thinks to herself.

"May I speak openly, Miss Fhey?" Gaspard asks patiently and waits for A'miru's head to nod before he speaks again. "I mean only to say you look like you could use a hug, miss." His wrinkled old face only reads warmth as she looks at him cautiously and surprised by his forwardness.

She nods and let his frail arms wrap around her. It was...different. It wasn't a warm and tender hugs like she'd gotten from Aymeric , or anything she had felt before. Years of wisdom radiated from Gaspard and when he said "we all have our struggles, you can get through this." She couldn't help but believe him. Something about the years behind his voice said he'd seen this before and knew it was something someone could overcome.

"Uhm, thank you Gaspard." She finally pulls away awkwardly, wiping the remaining moisture from her cheeks. "Master Borel has ever instructed us to treat you as family, Miss Fhey, so family is how you will be treated. Dinner will be ready upon Master Borel's arrival as usual. Please do not hesitate to call if you need anything, you know that." He hobbles over to the door with his cane, turning back before leaving. "Even if that thing is just another hug." He says with a smile before closing the door behind him again and disappearing away.

#askies #ALL OF THEM #i'm so #sorry #for all of this #it's #a lot #but hey #i couldn't decide and i make my own rules #a'miru's always been very tactile #because she so often is nonverbal and quiet #with bursts of speech here and there #so she gets a lot of comfort hugs these days #i was actually thinking about this the other day and how she doesn't really speak speak unless she's fully planned out what she's saying #and still feels like it needs to be said aloud #and especially during hwd and stmb she spends a lot of time just being like #i don't know how to verbalize the fact that i care about you yet so i'm just gonna hug you and hope you understand #by like shb and ew she's gotten a lot better at knowing how to speak how she feels and does it more often but is still very tactile #she always will be #this is the number one reason her and estinien are the bestest of best friends and almost never actually talk to each other #but that's the opposite of this prompt #that's bordering on physical violence those two lmao #windupanson #these are all very personal for a'miru i feel like a bad parent lol #panic attack #just in case

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sugume · 3 months

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CALL ME DADDY w/Jujutsu Kaisen

More: Fem!Reader, explicit content, daddy Kink, dd/lg undertones, implied 24/7 kink play, blowjob, praise, punishment, spanking with a paddle, blood, riding, cunnilingus, squirting

Featuring: Gojo Satoru, Ryomen Sukuna, Nanami Kento & Choso Kamo

☾ Satoru Gojo

The ‘Dad Joke’ Daddy, ’s very playful and dorky. He loves doing the stereotypical TV dad things like smoking cigars, having a world’s best dad mug, and reading the paper during breakfast. Your number one supporter, always at every event or promotion you have, and he’s the first to support you when you’re down. Because he has more life experience, he enjoys guiding you.

“Quiet baby, Daddy’s tryin' ta read the paper.” He hushes you with a firm pat on the head. You're on your knees under the table, with his cock buried as far as it can go.

“Sorry Daddy,” you whisper, taking his heavy cock out of your mouth. “I promise I’ll be quiet.” You look up at him expectantly through wet lashes.

“I know you will, love.” He smiles down at you before gently pushing your head back towards his cock. You happily shove It back into your mouth while he picks up his favorite mug and reads about the current world events.

“Such a good girl, always listenin’ to what Daddy tells you, hmm? I think you deserve an award.”

☾ Ryomen Sukuna

The 'Disciplinarian' Daddy, has very high expectations of you. Very strict with SO many guidelines and rules, it's almost like he wants you to fail so he has a reason to punish you. He’s a brat tamer who readily reminds you who's in charge. Likes to physically enforce his rules and never skips a good spanking.

“I’m sorry Daddy, promise I am!” You sob as the wooden paddle comes down on your already bruised ass.

“You didn't sound sorry laughin' and messin’ with me durin’ my meeting.” He grits out, forcing your hands to stay on to the side when you try to cover your ass.

“Thought it was funny while m’ just tryin’ ta support us,” he brings the paddle down, ignoring your screams for mercy. “All you do is sit at home and’ spend my hard-earned money.”

“I'm sorry Daddy I won’t do it again.” You squirm when he rubs an especially sore spot on your ass that you know for a fact is going to sting for the next week.

“Yea?” He slowly lets go of your hands.

“Yes! Yes! I swear Daddy, on my life!” Your sob of relief turns into a scream when he brings his hand down again.

“What did I say about swearing things on your life, huh!?”

☾ Nanami Kento

The ‘Professor’ Daddy, he's so calm and patient with you. All he wants is to see you succeed. Likes taking you on informational dates like going to a museum or aquarium or just staying in and watching documentaries. He’s a pillar of strength, very structured and strict but also forgiving and nurturing. Loves giving you praise and seeing your face lighten up when he teaches you something interesting.

“C'mon little girl, you can do it.” He encourages you from his place underneath you.

“I can’t do it! ‘S too big, I’m so stupid!’ You cry out, covering your tear-ridden face from your daddy.

He must be so disappointed, you think.

“Hey…Hey, you can, princess, I know you can. Remember what Daddy taught you?” he pulls your hands from your face and places them on his big chest. You look into his eyes and nod.

“Yea,” he settles you over his cock. “Daddy knows he taught you how to ride, you just have to do it yourself now. C'mon perfect girl you can do it.”

With his praise you nod to yourself before slowly guiding yourself down his shaft. Once you reach the hilt you moan and smile down at him. He smiles back before nodding back expectantly. You brace your knees on the soft pillows underneath them and slowly start bouncing exactly like he taught you.

“My perfect girl.”

☾ Choso Kamo

The ‘lowercase ‘d’ Daddy, the rare submissive daddy. He loves doing anything that pleases you and tends to be more forgiving when you break the few rules he has. He enjoys providing from a submissive mindset and being wrapped around his partner's finger.

“Do you feel good, baby?” Chosos asks from his position underneath your dress.

“Mhm, feels so good Daddy, you always make me feel so good.” You moan when he goes back to eating you out. He says something else but it's muffled as he sucks on your clit, his fingers curl into your g-spot.

“Right there Daddy,” You squeeze his head between your thighs. “M’gonna squirt Daddy, you’re gonna make me squirt!” You yell before releasing all over his face.

“Fuck that felt so good Daddy.” You grin at Choso who’s come out of your now damp dress.

“Yea? You tasted fuckin’ divine babygirl.” He grins up at you.

“Can you do me a big favor?” You blink innocently, already knowing the answer. His eyebrows frown in confusion.

“Course I will baby, what is it?”

“Can you lick my mess up off the floor, don’ want my parents to wonder why the floor is wet.”

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januaryembrs · 1 month

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BLACK CAT GIRLFRIEND | Spencer Reid x reader

request: Hey Congratulations on the 2K! Do you think you could write something with Spencer Reid and a Reader who has lots of tattoos and/or piercings? Like she's the whole "bad girl" stereotype but Spencer and her complement each other so well and have a very sweet and mature relationship. I would love something like that.

description: the team meet Spencer's new girlfriend and she doesn't look quite like they'd imagined

word count: 1.1k

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authors note: I officially hit 2k followers this morning!! see my post here for requesting but lets start this milestone off with a bang!! thankyou so much :))))))

Morgan had to admit, you weren’t exactly what he’d envisioned when Pretty Boy had been talking his ear off for months about the girl in his apartment building that had slipped him your number. He wasn’t judgemental, not by a longshot, but Spencer had always seemed like the type to date the preppy, library geek, or even the cutesy geneticist if Maeve had been anything to go off of.

It’s not like you weren’t hot, he could see that you were a mile away, but you looked like you’d sooner break someone’s wrist for so much as talking to you than fall for their resident genius.

You smiled tightly, shaking Derek’s hand with a crushing grip, as Spencer introduced you to his team, the obnoxiously loud bass almost drowning out his words as the six of you stood in the bar.

“Nice to meet you, Spencer talks about you all the time,” You said politely, and no sooner had you let go of the man’s warm hand, two arms were thrown over your shoulders and you were tugged into a hug.

“I’m Penelope- oh you’re so pretty, Morgan isn’t she so pretty? You should marry Spencer then you can be boyfriend girlfriend for, like, life-” The perky voice was all a jumble as the blonde pulled away, cupping your face, rubbing down your arms kindly, sweetly, like you were swallowing a warm spoon of honey.

“Penelope, newbie rules, remember,” Emily chimed in, seeing your eyes widen at the sudden intrusion of personal space. She could see this ending with the pretty pink bows Garcia had plaited her hair in torn to shreds on the sticky floor, right next to her long barbie locks if your intimidating figure was anything to go off, “Not everyone likes hugs,”

“No, no,” You replied, smiling gently at the woman who was softer than cotton candy, “Hugs are nice,”

“We’re going to be very best friends, I can feel it, which is funny because my tarot actually said I’d meet a strong Taurus woman- or are you a Scorpio-” Penny’s smile was dazzling, but she was soon ushered to let go of the bear like grip she had on your shoulders by a chuckling Morgan.

“Let the other kids play with her, babygirl,” He said, and you were pulled in another direction towards Emily who gave a polite handshake.

“Nice ink,” She said with raised brows as she saw the intricate sketches that covered the back of your hands, trailing up your arm and under the band tee you wore. She knew who they were, though they only dragged up memories of her own days of thick eyeliner and rebelling against her mother. “They must have hurt like a bitch, I got one on my hip and could barely sit for one hour,”

You snickered, nodding, seeing her eyes trailing over the ones on your ankles and knees where your ripped jeans flashed them all.

“Bones hurt the most, though the one on my ass is up there for the worst ones,” You replied, and Penny’s brows shot into her hairline, though she giggled like a schoolgirl being told a secret.

“I think we’re gonna need to see the proof on that one,” Morgan teased flirtily, the way he always did, the way he did even with JJ who had a whole child and partner, because it was his natural state of being.

Spencer smiled as his team warmed to you, though he was quick to pull you to him with a gentle arm around the waist. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Derek, that man was practically his brother, he’d taken bullets for the guy, but he liked having you close, even if to just remind himself that you were all his, including said tattoo on your buttcheek that he’d seen plenty of times.

The team didn’t need to know that, but you could tell your words had reminded him of it as he pressed a shy kiss behind your ear.

He was careful to avoid the studs and links that glittered from your ear lobe, wrapping over the cartilage on your helix, though he loved to stare at them on nights where you tied your hair up and he could count every one of them. To him you were a work of art, complex and detailed with every glance he stole. You were an illustration in one of his many books, everything he imagined for himself times a million.

“I’m going to go get a drink, do you want one?” You said, looking up at him with puppy eyes, like a lovestruck teenager, fat adoration in your gaze. It oozed out of every inch of you, and JJ thought for a moment that you looked nothing like the scary doberman woman that Spence had originally brought over to meet them. You looked in love, the saccharine, soft and dazed kind of in love.

“Let me get it for you,” Spencer rooted around his pocket for his wallet, turning to see Morgan’s beer bottle running low, “You having another one?”

“I’m good, my man, you just sort yourself and your lady out,” Derek flashed him a thousand watt smile and clapped him on the shoulder as you entwined your fingers with his, pulling him through the cluster of people and towards the bar, “What a stud,”

Penelope giggled again, leaning towards her adonis best friend with honeyglow cheeks, watching their genius get led like a dog on a leash.

“Oh lover boy had got it bad,” She drawled, watching Reid, their Reid, develop an uncharacteristically protective stance as a few men at the bar shot looks up and down your body. She couldn’t blame them either, you were a sight for sore eyes. “Okay, so do I have to be the first one to point out how hot she is or have I maybe had one too many margaritas?”

“She seems nice,” JJ chose her words carefully, still not entirely sure she would have ever put the two of you together but she saw the way Spence’s eyes got round and longing when he looked over you. He’d clearly said something to make you laugh, and an inked hand raised up to brush his chocolate curls out of his face lovingly, “She seems good for him,”

A murmur of agreement ran through the four of them, Emily taking one more sip of her martini as her eyes roved over your figure returning with something fruity and colourful, “Anyone else dying to know what’s on her ass?”

#Spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fic

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long-live-astronerd-ghost-king · 2 months

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DPXDC Prompt. Dead on main with priest Jason: Father Todd brings the Ghost King’s cult into the World of the Living.

So, when Jason dies and returns, the League of Assassins fails to hold him for long because spirits from Far Frozen pick him up after seeing teen through the Lazarus pit.

Jason quickly realizes that, well, they’re kinda obsessed with their cult of the Great One. And yeah the cult of the ruling Ghost King was very popular during the reign of the Pariah Dark but back then the rituals were carried out more out of fear. Now things are different. The population of the Ghost Zone has become interested in the activities of Frostbite and his loyal spirits because of an attempt to understand what kind of ghost the new ruler is and how best to thank and appease him. So Jason had no shortage of stories about the teenager's deeds.

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Jason to Frostbite: Well, you guys and your lil hobby are nice but I don't understand at all what's so cool about this guy, even if he defeated Pariah Dark and gets along with most of the Ancients…

Danny: *comes to visit Frostbite*, *slips and falls three times, sets the kitchen on fire in an attempt to make coffee then sheepishly smiles at Jason*.

Jason to Frostbite: ... Okay, Understandable, I Hope Danny Has a Nice Day and Some Sleep.

Tucker: Congratulations, you've acquired another Paulina. Great job. Danny: I'd rather he just asked me out instead of worshipping me. What the hell? I'm just a semi-ghost.

Tucker: Maybe things would be easier if you just gave him your phone number, you know? Danny: But he didn't ask. Tucker: Why didn't you ask? Danny: I couldn't! He's Robin himself, you know? Tucker: Well, good luck to you idiots to grow old alone near the altars of each other's name. Danny: Actually lil altar in his honor is not such a bad idea. Maybe this way he'll understand that I like him too.. Tucker: Danny, no!

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New in Gotham robbers break into Jason's place: Hey, father, God ordered you to share with your neighbors, so bring us some money or we.. Jason, who is talking on the phone with Danny: In fact, he just said that if you don't get out of here now, he will turn a blind eye to the fact that I will use my guns.

Danny*screams internally*: Oh Ancients, he's sooo cool!

Pandora: Honey, we're happy for you but stop flooding us with spam. You have already told 5 times during prayer how good his abs and chest look and how perfect Todd is when he reads aloud. We get it, okay? Clockwork: Well, I actually enjoy it. It's so much more interesting to watch while listening to the internal dialogue. Show must go on~ Danny: ...Get out of my mind! Nocturn: Thou shalt not take the name of the Lords in vain if you don't want to share with us, lil blob. So rude.

~~~Team Song: You Are My Religion · Firehouse~~~~

#dpxdc prompt #dpxdc crossover #dpxdc memes #dpxdc au #dpxdc #dcxdp #priest jason todd #dead on main #danny x jason

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you are NOT the world champion | max & charles

in another ruby fic it’s mentioned that charles is a world champion WELL for this fic that’s not true but he still drives for ferrari …

Formula 1 posted a new youtube video

Kids test their F1 knowledge! Featuring Ruby and Mathéo Leclerc and Noah Verstappen

The official channel for Formula 1 had uploaded a youtube video with the Leclerc kids and Noah Verstappen, of course with their families permission. The kids were going to be tested on their f1 knowledge with their dads asking them questions. Ruby was sat in between Noah and Mathéo, a white table was in front of them while Max and Charles were on the ends of the table with cards in their hands.

“Okay, welcome everybody! We are here to test these kids that should know at least something about formula 1. Are you ready?” Charles began.

“Wait! What are the rules? We need rules!” Mathéo interrupted.

“Uh, if you get the question right you get a point and whoever has the most point at the end—” Charles explained but Ruby spoke up.

“Is the world champion?” She questioned.

“My papa is one! What about yours?” Noah told Ruby. Then the kids got distracted talking about how many world championships their dads have.

“My papa doesn’t have one.” Ruby replied to Noah.

“Why?”

“I think it’s because he drives a Ferrari.”

Max bursted out laughing as Charles tried to regain everyone’s attention back to the game. “Okay! Okay! Are we ready?”

“Yes!” All three kids yelled.

“Alright. First question, what team does Lewis drive for? And you have to say it right or else you don’t get the point.” Charles clarified.

“The orange one! He drives that one.” Mathéo said, but Ruby aggressively shook her head.

“No! Lewis doesn’t wear orange, Théo. Lando and Oscar do! Lewis wears cool clothes.”

“He drives for Roscoe.” Noah added. “I like Roscoe.”

Ruby gasped and turned to face Noah. “He’s so cute! I like Roscoe too!”

“Does anyone know?” Max asked the kids. The kids stayed silent. “The answers is Mercedes amg petronas formula 1 team.”

“They should change it to Roscoe formula 1 team. It sounds better.” Ruby suggested, Noah and Mathéo agreeing with her.

“I’ll let Toto know. Okay, next question. This is the easiest one ever. Who is the current world champion?” Charles asked.

“Not you.”

“You’re very funny, Ruby Jules.”

Several questions later, the kids barely had enough points. Noah had actually remembered some things that Max had told him like what where the track names and how many races there was. Ruby managed to name a couple world champions other than Max while Mathéo remembered the numbers of drivers.

“So you are all tied and this is the last question.” Max told the kids. In the distance, he saw Mick with his girlfriend walking so he called Mick over just do he could ask the final question. “We have a guest here who is going to do the honor of asking the last question.”

“Hi Mick! Hi Mick’s pretty girlfriend!” Ruby waved to the couple as they made their way to the table.

“Hey guys.” Mick high fived the kids. He then took the card from Max’s hands and saw the question. He chuckled but proceeded to ask it. “Who is the best formula 1 driver ever?”

Immediately the three kids shouted “Michael Schumacher!” which made the adults laugh.

“You all won!” Mick gave more high fives to the kids and gave back the cards. “You’re all so smart. Keep it up, okay?”

“We will! Bye Mick and his pretty girlfriend!” Noah said.

“Does that mean we’re all world champions?” Mathéo asked.

“Papa, me and Théo are world champions before you!”

#formula 1 #f1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #f1 imagine #f1 x you #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #baby leclerc series #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen one shot #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen

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regina’s puppy (2)

// regina has a soft spot for you, but when she refuses to accept why, someone else might swoop in and take your attention away from her. //

warnings: mean!regina (not to reader), slightly jealous!regina, oblivious!reader, mutual pining, annoying boys, regina being soft for reader, talks of sexuality

(this is part 2 to the series, read part 1 here)

when you walked into the cafeteria the next day, you were already fed up with the way people were acting today. ever since you got to school this morning, you were receiving various stares and hushed whispers. it caused an ugly feeling of insecurity to follow you around all morning until lunch. your eyes scan the cafeteria for the blonde, and you see her standing in line. your eyes brighten at the sight of her, and you begin to make your way to her.

“hey gina.” you greet her happily. as soon as she hears your eager voice, her eyes tear away from the person she was talking to, just to look at you. you’re wearing a baby pink long sleeved fitted top, and a pair of dark denim high waisted bellbottoms that regina exclusively picked out for you. her eyes trail up and down your body, before her lips tug into a smirk. you look so different than your usual shy, covered up self. regina’s always thought you were pretty. it was adorable how you could wear baggy jeans and oversized sweaters, along with worn out shoes, and you’d still look cute. but right now, regina thought you were—

“you look so hot.” she blurts out, and one of the jocks that’s standing nearby chimes in.

“hey, y/n, did you do something different with your hair?” he asks from a few feet away, and regina refrains from telling the blockhead to go fuck himself, but she’s curious to see how you’re going to react to the newly found attention. “yeah, i tried a new serum called, “fuck off”.” you snap, frustrated with the unwanted attention you’ve been receiving today. regina’s lips twitch and she can’t hold back the maniacal grin plastering itself onto her face. your eyes widen in regret/horror before you clasp a hand over your mouth. you get this adorably sheepish expression on your face that you flash regina; “i’m sorry, that was so mean. but you’d think i’d have a sign on my head that said “bother me” with how much people have been talking to me today.” you retort, sounding agitated.

“get used to it, y/n. they didn’t realize underneath all those hoodies, there was a girl.” she states, as she takes a tray of food, and waits for you to get yours. you snort at her comment, “that’s exactly why i wore them. they’re like an invisibility cloak.” your statement makes her genuinely laugh, and the sound never ceases to make your stomach flip. you don’t even mind the way people are whispering as they glance in your direction.

you sit right beside regina; trying to ignore the nerves bubbling in your belly. when gretchen and karen approach the table, the brunette eyes you uncertainly. “um… why are you here?” gretchen asks, and you open your mouth to respond, but regina is speaking for you. “y/n is sitting with us from now on.” regina says curtly, her tone stringent and up for no debates. “what!? but she— she didn’t take any of the tests! she doesn’t know any of the rules!! she barely has a social status!” gretchen nearly squeals, while karen offers you a smile. “i really like your top! i saw that at hollister! can i borrow it some time?” the raven haired girl asks, ignoring her best friends freak out.

regina glowers at gretchen, “you were barely anything before me, so you have no say in anything that goes on at this table.” she hisses, causing gretchen to snap her mouth shut. regina’s mood switches quickly, a content smile etching onto her face, “now that that’s settled, karen, why don’t you fill y/n in on our rules.” the blonde requests, and karen nods obediently. “rules?” you inquire carefully, and karen nods again. “yup! we have rules we have to follow in order to sit here. rule number one, don’t wear tank tops two days in a row...” she starts, and you nod as you begin to listen to the strange yet, iconic rules.

you nod along, mentally taking down each one. once karen is finished, your gaze flickers towards regina. “so for the tank top rule, do i have to wear a tank top at least once a week, or is that optional?” you ask, genuinely curious. regina lets out this uncontainable giggle that gretchen and karen had never heard from the blonde. “you don’t have to wear a tank top at all silly, but if you do, don’t wear one two days in a row.” she informs you, and you nod. “what are the tests i have to take to sit here?” you question, remembering what gretchen said earlier. regina shakes her head, “those won’t be necessary. you’ve proven your worth to me already.” she says simply, as she takes a sip of her energy drink.

gretchen gawks at the blonde; her mouth agape. she couldn’t figure out for the life of her, why regina was letting you of all people get away with this. “try this, it’s peach.” the queen bee waves her drink at you, and you take it, sipping a bit. your nose scrunches up in disgust, “ew.” you murmur, and she flashes you a pointed look before snatching the drink back. “what is that?” you question, and she flashes the can at you. “peach-nectarine redbull.” she responds, and you make a face of dissatisfaction.

“what? they’re good! aren’t they, karen?” regina asks, gesturing to the blueberry redbull beside karen’s tray of food. karen nods in agreement, “yup, regina’s fridge is full of them.” the raven haired girl chimes in, and you offer the blonde a look of dismay, “those things are heart attacks in a can, gina.” you scold her. “you shouldn’t drink them so much.” you add, and regina rolls her eyes dismissively, but her heart leaps due to your obvious concern for her wellbeing. “i don’t think i’m gonna have to worry about a heart attack till i’m like forty, y/n, relax. i need these to get through the day.” she says, and you frown.

when the bell rings, you and regina leave the cafeteria together. before you can walk away towards your next class, regina wraps a firm hand around your wrist. “did stacy agree to let you be part of the team?” she asks, and you nod. “yeah, she talked to me this morning. but i don’t think i wanna be a part of her club anymore.” you admit, and regina glowers, “why not? i swear to god if she said something else—“ regina nearly growls, but you cut her off before she can threaten stacy’s life again. “no! don’t worry, gina she didn’t say anything bad.” you promise her, causing her to search your face for any signs of dishonesty.

you don’t tell regina the only reason you no longer have an interest in debate club, is because you’d rather hang out with her after school instead. she shoots you that infamous grin that causes the butterflies in your stomach to repopulate rapidly. “well, i guess that means you can hang out with us after school now. we’re going to karen’s house today, so meet me at my locker after your last class.” regina’s request is more like a command, but you aren’t complaining.

you nod dumbly, as she walks away from you, and your eyes are glued on her the entire time. regina looks over her shoulder, catching your entranced gaze on her. it causes a fire to ignite in the pit of her stomach. she turns away, turning down the hallway and disappearing. your cheeks feel as though they’re burning, and the bell rings, indicating that you’re late for class. you shake your head, trying to push away your regina-induced thoughts before you rush to class.

throughout the rest of the school day, more boys try to talk to you. you’ve never really came out or thought twice about your sexuality; you’ve always known you were into girls. you thought it was pretty obvious, but now you were wondering if it wasn’t. “hey y/n!” micheal, one of the boys in your last period catches up to you as you walk towards the exit of the school. your step falters slightly, as he approaches you, holding the exit doors open for you.

“i was just wondering if you had any plans right now?” he asks you, flashing you a shy smile. you stop walking, feeling a bit bad as you get ready to reject him, but he continues rambling. “cause there’s this cool burger place that—” he gets cut off by that familiar voice that causes a wave of heat to surge through you. “come on y/n!” regina causes you to turn your head, there’s aways that stupid little flutter in her stomach whenever she see you. though it turns into boiling hot rage when she sees the way that boy is eyeing you shamelessly. you flash her a smile before turning back to micheal, “sorry, micheal, i have plans with regina today.” you tell him, and his face falls. he looks visibly disappointed. “oh, for sure! have fun! maybe we can hang out tomorrow?” he sounds hopeful, and you open your mouth to reject his offer again, but this time regina is intervening.

“she’s not going to be available tomorrow because she’ll be hanging out with me. again. and same answer for the day after tomorrow.” regina’s voice is harsh, and enough to make a grown man cower away. micheal looks ostensibly upset, but everyone knows better than to talk back to regina george. “come on, regina, i was just trying to ask her out—” he tries, but she cuts him off. “well don’t.” she hisses, shooting daggers at him with her eyes. “look at her, and look at you. you’re like an off brand tony hawk. y/n wouldn’t go for you even if you were the last person on earth.” she cruelly says with a sneer.

“now, come on, y/n. karen’s mom always makes the best lemon squares. you’re gonna love them.” she places her hands on your upper arms; fingernails digging into the fabric of your shirt. her grip is firm but not enough to hurt. she leads you away from micheal, and you feel a surge of guilt, but also an unknown heat pooling at the bottom of your abdomen from how upset regina was about micheal. her grip on you tightens, “ugh, he seriously thought he had a chance with you. you can do better than some lame guy on the soccer team.” she rants, as she leads you towards her jeep where karen and gretchen are waiting.

“he’s in my english class. he’s always sat next to me.” you confess, and regina stops in her tracks, taking her hands off you, causing you to stop as well. you look at regina, who has her arms crossed, “well, starting tomorrow you aren’t sitting by him anymore.” she states, her tone signifying that she’s up for no disagreements. “unless you like him.” she adds, sounding borderline unrecognizable. you scoff, “you think i’d like him? i’m actually kind of insulted you think he’s my type.” you respond, and regina feels a strange sensation of relief. she doesn’t understand why the thought of you dating some sleazy guy around here made her blood boil.

regina offers you a satisfied smile, as if she wasn’t just upset a second ago. her shift in emotions is a bit concerning, but you think it’s adorable how bratty she can be, and then content not even a moment later. but maybe you were biased when it comes to regina george, because you thought everything about her was absolutely adorable. “good. then it’s settled, you’re not sitting next to him, or talking to him anymore.” she declares, and you nod obediently. “okay, gina.” your voice is so innocent and light; you don’t sound the slightest bit upset or reluctant to do as she says. she revels in it.

“good girl. come on, lets go. the girls are waiting for us.” her pleased tone sends this thrill of excitement to course throughout you. those words; “good girl”, they caused your tummy to flutter so much it felt as though it was going to burst. you were a blushing mess as regina pulls you to her car. she notices how flushed your cheeks are, and she smirks. “y/n gets shotgun.” regina says bluntly, and gretchen’s eyes widen in bewilderment. “why does she get shotgun!?” she shrieks, and regina scowls, “because it’s my car, and i said so.” the blonde snaps in response, causing gretchen to pout.

you all get into the car, and just like yesterday, regina hands you her phone. “pick a song.” she orders, and you immediately oblige. gretchen’s jaw drops in offense, “you’re letting her aux!? you never let any of us aux!” she points out, as the queen bee pulls out of the parking lot. “y/n’s taste in music is better than yours.” regina deadpans, as you put on a faye webster song. “i love this song.” karen chimes in, and gretchen huffs. “everyone loves faye webster, karen!” the brunette snaps.

karen’s house isn’t as big as regina’s house, but that isn’t shocking. you think regina might have the biggest house in town, and you aren’t even sure what her father does for work. regina was right about karen’s mother making the best lemon squares though. you shamelessly eat three, and regina is enamored as you make endless conversation with karen’s mom. the older woman finds you just as charming as most of the teachers at school do. regina wonders if they notice how sweet your smile is, or how bright your eyes shine when you talk about something you enjoy.

regina notices everything about you. the way the blood rises to your cheeks whenever she compliments you, or remembers a small detail about you. whenever your hair falls below your shoulders in thoughtless curls; she finds herself thinking about how long it takes you to curl your hair in the mornings. sometimes it’s in a ponytail, or carelessly undone. regina often wonders how someone can look so effortlessly good all the time.

she drops gretchen off at home first in order to spend some time alone with you; she tries not to dwell on why. as soon as the brunette is out of the car, regina’s tough facade is crumbling away. “did you see karen’s dads hair? it’s a toupee.” she reveals, causing your eyes to widen as you burst into a fit of giggles. regina swears her heart nearly stops beating at the marvelous sound. “seriously!?” you ask, clearly shocked, she nods, letting out a few stray laughs. “yeah, one time karen dropped it in the toilet. he grounded her for like two weeks.” she tells you, eliciting even more giggles from you. “poor mr. shetty. he seems so nice. it’s not his fault he’s bald.” you comment earnestly.

regina’s heart swells at how adorable you are, and how you look sitting in the passenger side of her car. she gets so lost in her thoughts about you, that she doesn’t even realize the lights turned green. a loud car horn pulls her out of her ongoing thoughts, causing her to scowl and beep back. “fuck you, bitch, just go around!” regina yells, as she rolls down her window to flip off the old man behind her. you gasp, but can’t seem to contain your uncontrollable laughter.

“you’re so funny, gina.” you breathe out, looking over at her with this expression of adoration, thankfully her eyes are on the road. “i’m so glad that my anger issues amuse you.” she murmurs sardonically, and you release a little chortle. “it’s not my fault you look so cute when you’re angry.” you blurt out, and your entire face changes into a shocked expression as you realize what you just said. regina glances at you, noticing your sheepish expression. she smirks mischievously, “you think i’m cute?” she asks, feigning obliviousness.

you look over at her with a face that says “are you serious?”, and you snort. “you know you’re cute! i mean, you’re regina george. you’re everything.” you say this so easily, it causes her whole world to stop spinning for a while as her inside turn to mush. you don’t even realize the words you say have such an impact on her. the blood rushes to her cheeks, and your eyes nearly widen as regina blushes because of you. “i’ve been called a lot of things before but never “everything”.” she tries to sound nonchalant, and taunting like she always does, but her voice comes out abnormally soft. she doesn’t even recognize herself.

when she turns to get a quick look at you, she sees you’re already staring at her. your eyes hold such a look of admiration as you gaze at her. “i’m just being honest.” you respond, looking away shyly. regina’s heart is in her throat, as if it’s trying crawl its way out of her and into your lap. she tries to focus on driving, but she can’t stop stealing glances at you.

“earlier when you said micheal wasn’t your type, were you just saying that, or were you being honest?” she asks randomly, breaking the short silence. you furrow your brows, “why would i lie about something dumb like that?” you ask in response, and regina shrugs. “so i would shut up about it.” she suggests, and you frown. “i never want you to shut up though. i like hearing you, even when you’re mad.” you reveal truthfully, making her heartbeat stutter. “but i was being serious about micheal not being my type. no guy really is…” you trail off sheepishly.

there’s a sense of satisfaction that comes with knowing regina’s suspicions were correct. you’re into girls, and regina knows you’re into her. she can feel it, and your behavior proves it. “good.” the blonde says, sounding more than pleased as she turns into your neighborhood. regina was right about you; she was definitely going to be able to have as much fun with you as she thought.

a/n: @kate03-27 hope you enjoy!

also, comment if you wanna be tagged in the next part :) thanks for reading <3

#regina george x fem reader #regina george x y/n #regina george x you #regina george x reader angst #regina george mean girls #renee rapp x fem!reader #renee rapp x reader #regina george x reader #regina george x fem!reader #regina george #renee rapp #renee rapp x y/n #mean girls

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crispy-armpit · 10 months

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✧ 𝖒𝖞 𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖑 ✧

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴇᴀ ɢᴏᴅ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𓇼˚₊‧꒰ა 🫧 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚𓇼

⭒ 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 10 dollars on a dare leads you to break one superstition that changes your life forever. you begin to learn secrets tied to your family and upbringing, at the cost of your freedom. who is this mysterious Anshumat, and why does he want you?

⭒ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵: 𝘨𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘺, violence, implied stalking, kidnapping, choking, reader gets called a bride once

⭒ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1,418

⭒ a/n: yan sea god was inspired by an Indonesian myth called Nyi Roro Kidul! it's a really interesting legend if you want to learn more abt it ^^ also.... man tits...... meow..

will you venture down this path?

growing up, you would stay over at your grandmother's house every summer. her beautiful seaside cottage made the perfect accommodation for a family getaway. throughout your childhood, the superstitious old woman restricted you from doing specific things. rules like never whistling at night, don't open an umbrella indoors, etc.

you'd eventually found out that these were just scare tactics for children to make them listen. but there was one rule that your grandmother seemed to fear the most, a rule that never made sense... never wear white to the local beach. and when questioning her about the rule, she'd tell you the same story every time.

"long ago...

a cruel serpent god who once ruled these waters would rise from the ocean and into the islands, devouring innocent villagers and destroying temples along its path.

the gods and humans were furious at its actions. fed up with the destruction and death, they prepared a plan to thwart the serpent; a binding curse.

the serpent was cursed to spend its days rotting in a hidden island, where it was accompanied by its servants. it was also tasked with granting blessings to sailors passing through the rocky tides, where it weighed the sins of each individual to seal their fates.

but over the decades... the serpent grew bored and lonely. through a loophole, the serpent found a way to abduct humans. you see.. the serpent loves the colour white and pearls. so much so, it would use its voice, so alluring, to lure the poor victims who happened to wear such things. and once in the water, the serpent would drag the human to its temple where they would become its slave.. or worse...

its spouse."

here you are today, telling the same tale in front of your young niece and nephew. "well, that's one way to get bitches." your nephew, Keona laughs. a scoffing Kehlani adds on, "nah, who would want to marry an overgrown slimy snake?"

"hey now, take that shit to grandma. she just assigned me to be your storyteller," you shrugged. "and this story has a real reasoning behind it, ok?"

"what? sexy sea snake destroying villages?"

"no, it's so that little rascals like you..." you drill both your index fingers onto their foreheads, "are easier to find if you ever get lost at sea."

how did i end up here...

facepalming yourself, you sigh. you were disappointed in yourself. how'd you let those little punks reel you in a dare? where was the self-respect? the dignity? seriously, breaking your grandmother's number 1 rule for what? 10 dollars?

you walk along the shore while wearing a flowy white shirt and neck encased in one of your mother's pearl necklaces. the dare was simple: successfully walk down the shoreline without chickening out and boom— an extra 10 dollars into your wallet.

you'd prove to the twins that you weren't scared of a little bedtime story. buuut just in case you did happen to go missing (for reasons that are totally not hungry sea serpent related), you brought essentials in a bag, left a letter for your family, and are currently being watched by the twins.

laughing at yourself for the paranoia, you nearly reach the edge of the walk until you hear a feminine wail from between the hidden rocks. is someone hurt? the sound was coming from beyond your finishing point so it wouldn't hurt to check, right?

signalling the twins to come over, you bend down to their heights, "listen, it sounds like someone's in trouble past those rocks. so I want you both to go grab the first aid kit and call Officer Holden over, 'kay?" they nod and scamper off into town.

approaching the rocks, you peek in to find a naked... mermaid?! observing her, you notice the torn skin on her iridescent tail and warily walk over to her. "uh... hey? hola? salve? hallo? i'm ah— good human! no... nooooo bad.."

you notice the air seems to smell... sweeter?

the woman looks up at you from the sand with pleading eyes, "please— please help me! my name is Coralie, my master, he—"

"woah, it's ok! you're safe, help is coming. uh, your master? did he do this to you? are you an underwater criminal?!"

a distant melodious voice interrupts you. Coralie's previously pained face now warps into a sinister grin as her wound disappears. she crawls towards you as your vision fogs up and your knees buckle to the soft sand. the song lulls you into a deep sleep, your body now being pulled into the shallow waters.

you awake to the bright rays of sunshine and lungs filling in with fresh air. but the next in your line of sight knocked all the air out of your body again.

the luminous, barely-clothed body of an unknown man sat above you. his 9'7 self relaxed on the marble throne, with 2 pairs of eyes fixated on you. what the fuck is that?

you gawk at him, "holy mother of god..."

i'm not dreaming, am i?

his gaze shifts into amusement, "wrong. we gods do not have mothers. we were created."

"you're a... a god?"

"is it not obvious enough from my appearance? would you like to see another version of me?" the towering deity begins to warp into a feminine body as if it was melting and moulding itself. "is this preferable?" her new voice is flirtatious, genuinely curious.

then, she tries to warp into a third body. the transformation looks more painful than the one prior, it barely shifts halfway into a gruesome beast before returning back to its first body. he huffs while grasping his golden collar, "this... is not my original form. I have been cursed, long ago, to never set foot on human lands. this island is both my kingdom and prison."

you shakily stand up the marble floor, now noticing Coralie standing beside the throne with a pair of legs. slowly processing his words, you piece together the clues from his story and your memories of the abduction. this couldn't be...

"you are.. you're the sea serpent god! I can't believe grandma was right— shit, shit shit—"

he smirks at your panic, "correct. I am Anshumat; shapeshifter deity of the raging tides, granter of safe travels—"

"murderer and enslaver." you complete.

Anshumat roars, "correct again! you're on a strike, dear y/n. though trust me, my servants are treated well."

"..how do you know my name?"

"oh you poor thing, granny never told you? I know everything about you— a name is barely anything."

"told me what?"

"she used to be my cupbearer. until she escaped with that bastard traitor. isn't that right, Coralie?"

she nods, "yes, master."

"please sir, let me leave. my family— they'll search for me! I have a cat at home! I haven't even finished my favourite show.. so please..." you try to list more life goals.

he chuckled, "oh you are so amusing. and why would I do that? we've barely just been engaged, dear."

"what do you mean engaged?"

"I've been watching you since you took your first breath on earth, y/n. so imagine my surprise— to see you wrapped up in my favourite colour, like a pretty bride. you're my sacrifice."

fear tingles your spine, "wait, that was just a dare! i didn't really mean it!"

"doesn't matter. you will be my pearl."

"no! I have a family, a partner—"

"i said... it doesn't fucking matter." he slams his fist against the throne arm, "and you'll be seeing the head of that twat soon enough."

you don't give him a glance before you're turning your back and run down the staircase of the grand temple. careful not to trip, you focus on the flight of stairs, painfully aware of the loud footsteps approaching behind you. it doesn't take a second for Anshumat to pull on the collar of your shirt and slam you onto the staircase.

he sits atop you, lower region heavily grinding against your stomach. "get off me! don't you have hundreds of other options?! why me?!" you scream.

his bedazzled skin blocks your view of the sun, furious eyes glowing under his shadow, and sharp teeth bared into a snarl. "you do not get to leave me again. you will stay, and worship me. this island will be our eternal paradise."

large hands pressing against your throat, you struggle before darkness begins to cloud your vision.

"this time, you will live."

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Let Me Protect You, Angel

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Death

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.7K

Summary: Rafe's only mission in life is to protect his girlfriend.

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Rafe has a few rules when it comes to being his girlfriend and he always gets upset at Y/N when she doesn’t use them. One of those rules: be careful with your beverages. The multiple drinks Y/N has drank over the night have built up in her bladder, so nature is now calling to her. The only problem is she doesn’t know where to leave her drink. Luckily, she spots Rafe’s tall figure in the crowd. She pushes her way to him and taps his shoulder. “Hey, Angel. What’s wrong? Are you ready to go?” he worries, checking her over for any wounds. She shakes her head and holds her drink out to him, “Nothing is wrong, I just need to pee. Can you please hold my drink?”

The glassy look in his eye gets blinked away as he grabs onto her drink. His long fingers round the top of the cup, so his palm is covering the opening of the drink. “Of course I can. I would be more than happy too. Let me walk you to the bathroom and check to make sure no one is hiding out in there,” he offers, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and taking her to the bathroom line. Nobody would’ve guessed that Rafe is so protective of his girlfriend. It makes Y/N giggle at how cute he gets when he takes her safety seriously.

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Another one of Rafe’s rules: always tell him when she is cold. The winter breeze snips at her nose and she wrinkles her nose to try and heat it up. This action doesn’t go unnoticed by Rafe. He gives her a disapproving look, “Rule number four, Angel.” She doesn’t need him to say anything more because she already has the rules memorized. “Rafe, I’m cold. Could you please give me your jacket?” she grovels. He grins at her words and takes it off immediately. He hands it over to her, “Absolutely, it’s what I am here for. Are you okay with staying in line by yourself for a second? I’m going to get my extra jacket in the car.” It really doesn’t surprise her that he keeps an extra jacket for moments like this. “Thank you for the jacket. And I’m okay with waiting. Why didn’t you just give me the extra one though?” she questions, fiddling with the bottom of his jacket.

He gives her a kiss, “Because I always wear a jacket that matches your outfit when we go out just in case I need to give it to you. The one in my car is merely a random one.” Her heart flutters at the thought he puts into everything he does for her.

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The rules that Y/N likes to contest are the one that also regards his safety. They exit the bookstore side by side with bags of books in hand. As they walk down the sidewalk to the parking garage, she moves herself to the opposite side of Rafe. Before she can process it, she is back on the other side of Rafe again. They go through this charade again. “Why can’t I be the one that protects you from getting hit by a car?” she pouts, trying to get back on the side closest to the road. He tuts her head and moves her back, “Because I am your boyfriend and it is my job”

“Well, why can’t it be my job to protect you as your girlfriend?”

He shakes his head at her words, “Let me protect you, Angel. If something happened to me, you would be able to live on without me. If something happened to you, they would have to dig another grave beside yours.” This makes Y/N stop in her tracks to look him in the eyes. The tears brimming at the thought of her death break her heart. “Rafe, I would not be able to live without you either. You are so important to me too. But if protecting me makes you feel better, then I’ll stop bugging you about it. At least for now,” she promises, pulling him into a hug. His head buries into her neck, “Thank you, Angel. I’m glad you finally realized that I was made to protect you.”

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