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soobpricity · 2 months

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this love - kang taehyun

final letter ; kiss me

synopsis: what happens when soccer player!kang taehyun, who isn’t focused on school but is smart enough to pass, sees yn walk in the hallways nearly everyday after homecoming. taehyun’s new hallway crush begins to grow into something bigger, but what happens when he has to make a choice between yn or continuing to fail school ? will taehyun be able to focus on sports, classes, and trying to win yn over ?

“yn this is so ridiculous.” beomgyu stated, pacing around in your room with you. a slick black tuxedo showed off his more sharper side, the side of beomgyu that would make just about anyone swoon. “you can’t just let him get away with the shit he pulled.

“i’m not letting him get away with anything beomgyu… i’m just making sure he’s serious about all of this.. and maybe i just need to make sure that if he isn’t serious then i won’t feel attached.”

“and you’re doing that by giving him the favor of spending an important night with him ?” beomgyu sighed, he knew that you just wanted to spend the night with taehyun. it was the thing that you were looking forward to throughout the past few months ever since taehyun had promposed, beomgyu knew that. he listened to you ramble on about how much taehyun cared for you and how magical you imagined the night would go. “are you denying the truth or are you lying to me ?”

you turned your head, as beomgyu took a seat next to you. you avoided making eye contact with him.

“i still like him.. beomgyu.. i just..- i know he didn’t have a choice. he did what he thought was good for me, and even if it wasn’t the right thing.. he still put me over his own self. y’know… it’s the thought that has me so stuck up on him. but i don’t want to let him win me over so easily, i want to hate him, but i can’t..” you admit, feeling a bit embarrassed from your confession to beomgyu. which he only put an arm around your shoulder, pulling you in a bit.

“have you talked to sunghoon since y’know.. that day..?” beomgyu hesitantly asked as you pulled away a bit to make eye contact with the boy who sat in front of you.

“no.. i’ve been trying to talk to him but he’s been avoiding me. sunghoon’s a cool person and all, but i don’t think i ever saw him in that way.. y’know ?” you questioned, “even when i wasn’t with taehyun, i think.. i just always saw sunghoon as a friend.”

“don’t feel bad just because you didn’t have the same feelings, yn. that’s probably why sunghoon didn’t tell you, he probably knew that you’d feel so guilty over not liking him back. in fact, im surprised that you didn’t end up with him out of guilt.” beomgyu advised, a tiny smile reappearing on your face. you pulled beomgyu into a tight, warm hug.

“thank you so much, beomgyu.. for like- everything. you’re always looking out for me. and even though you don’t really like taehyun, you’re supporting my feelings.. and you always have.” you can’t help but feel your heart warm up from looking back at just how much beomgyu has been supporting you no matter what. everyone knew beomgyu as a silly guy who took nothing serious, but others knew beomgyu took him as this serious person who always showed empathy to those he loved. however, you knew the real beomgyu, the beomgyu who would give anyone the cold shoulder if they gave you the wrong look. the real beomgyu that constantly gave you a shoulder to cry on and would make you laugh the tears away. beomgyu wasn’t just funny or only sympathetic, beomgyu was a passionate person who cared about his loved ones, he wanted to see them laugh while also being sure to be the supportive person that he always wished to be. and he never failed at making you comfortable, you always felt like you could rant to him, and you always knew that you could tell him a terrible dad joke and he would still give you an impressive laugh which would only prove to be contagious as you would start a fit of laughter.

beomgyu was.. beomgyu. a kind hearted boy who was there for all the people he loved. if you were sure that you wanted to be with taehyun, then he was okay with it.

“that’s what i’m here for ! just, don’t replace me..” beomgyu mumbled into your shoulder. a small huff coming from your mouth as you suddenly pull away from the hug, catching beomgyu completely off guard.

“ha ! as if you’re replaceable !! you’re a one of a kind beomgyu !!” you jokingly argue, seeing beomgyu’s lips grow into a huge grin. just as the two of you were about to get into another rage of laughter, you phone rang, seeing the bolded letters read ‘taehyun 🚫’. you took a look at beomgyu then back at your phone.

“answer it !” beomgyu exclaimed, picking up your phone and handing it to you as you panicked to swipe the green phone button.

“hello..?” taehyun answered the phone wondering why there was no noise coming from your end. he fumbled with the buttons on his tuxedo, being sure to look his nicest for you.

“oh. hi !” you say a bit too aggressively even though you didn’t mean to come off aggressive. you nervously begin to bite at your lip, before stopping due to receiving a cold stare from beomgyu.

“yn.. i’m outside for whenever you’re ready..” taehyun mumbled into the phone, taking out a bouquet from the backseat of his car. he messed around with the petals ensuring that the bouquet looked as lively as it could.

beomgyu gave you one last look, “if you don’t think you can spend the rest of the night with taehyun. just give us as call.. and we’ll be by your side,” you grinned, thanking beomgyu for his kind actions and for offering his shoulder for support. beomgyu had proven himself to be your biggest supporter ever. you give him one final hug before hurrying outside, spotting taehyun. his eyes widened as he took a singular look at you. his heart pounding, his anxiety piling onto him as he took a minute to catch a breath, trying to find words to tell you.

“yn.. you look.. really really pretty..” taehyun complimented, sticking out a bouquet filled with different colored hydrangeas. a tiny smile on his face, he pointed to the pink hydrangeas, “pink hydrangeas are the most romantic flowers… umm.. they also resemble a beating heart..” taehyun mumbled the last part, his own heart beating at a rapid pace. he couldn’t mess this up at all, he had to make you happy no matter what. if you wanted him to spend thousands of dollars on a piece of jewelry then he was willing to go into debt for the rest of his life to make you happy. and taehyun was sure that he’d never regret that decision, especially since it was something that he was doing for you. if you wanted him to truly stay away from you for the rest of your life then he was willing to do so if it was going to make you happy. if there was anything in the world that you wanted or wished to happen, then taehyun was willing to do anything to make it happen.

“thanks..” you sent a tiny and awkward smile towards taehyun’s way. he reached out for your hand, which you hesitantly accepted, on the roof of his car, rested a small box. he opened it, a blue hydrangea peeking its petals out from the box. he picked up the flower from the box, attached to it was a pearly bracelet. taehyun’s placed the corsage onto your wrist. “what does this one mean..” you knew very well what a blue hydrangea meant, but something inside of you wanted to make sure that taehyun was on the same page as you. you needed to know that taehyun didn’t just get a blue hydrangea because he thought it was cute. luckily for you, taehyun did extensive research on hydrangeas, he didn’t stop for the first flower that he found. rather he took time to find a flower that you liked while knowing the meaning behind it.

“so many people agree that blue hydrangeas are really, really pretty.. but personally i’ve said things to you that i don’t mean… things that i regret ever even thinking about saying to you, so.. blue hydrangeas represent regret and apology. i’m sorry for everything i've done to you, sorry for all the pain i’ve caused you.. please be patient with me.” a soft smile appeared on your face, happy to see taehyun pass your test.

“should we just.. forget about everything ?” you asked, so far you were pleased with the way that taehyun was treating you, you were so impressed with everything that taehyun had done for you so far, in all honesty this was just the beginning. you wanted to spend the rest of the night with taehyun, happily. you at least wanted a remarkable prom night, and even though you wanted to hate taehyun, something inside of you just couldn’t bring yourself to truly hate the boy.. that very same thing inside of you told you that taehyun was the only person who could grant you a happy night. “at least for tonight..”

“if it’ll make you happy, we can do anything you’d like.” taehyun grinned, pulling you into a sweetly warm embrace. he grabbed your bouquet, placing it in the backseat of his car, before hurrying over to open the passenger door for you. which you gladly accepted, taking a seat in the passenger’s seat. waiting for him to come over to the driver’s seat, which you didn’t wait long for him to do.

the two of you sat in silence on your way to the venue, not much to say after taehyun had given his apology. you continuously looked at the corsage that taehyun had gifted you, eyes trying to hide just how much you loved it. the smile that you tried to hold back, the one that would give away all just how vulnerable you were to taehyun’s loving actions. everything that he had done so far was telling you exactly just how the night was going to end. how you were going to be back into your romantic dream of a relationship. taehyun noticed the look behind your eyes, a bit of relaxation running through him, his eyes staying on the road, yet a part of him still wanted to turn to look at your flustered state. your focus moved from the corsage to the dark blue sky, attempting to calm your flustered state down. you were nearly worried that taehyun could hear the intense pounding of your heart. it had been such a good minute since you had felt so.. loved.

you caught the passing scenery, beginning to melt into the current warmth that you felt emitting from taehyun and perhaps the nervous yet excited feeling that you felt deep down in your tummy. taehyun put the car in park as soon as he found parking outside the venue. you stepped outside the car, waiting for taehyun patiently as he walked around. hand in hand, the two of you walked towards the entrance of the venue taking out your ticket to show the two teachers who were waiting by the entrance to overlook any kind of people who were sneaking in. as soon as both you and taehyun gave them your names, they nicely welcomed you in, wishing you an amazing night.

“did you eat beforehand ?” taehyun yelled into your ear, attempting to speak over the music. you could barely catch what he was saying, nodding to his question, before asking him the same thing. taehyun just nodded, knowing that he was lying because he just couldn’t bring himself to have a meal, not when he felt so nervous and clammy. this entire time, he had put so much work and effort into your relationship, and all he could wish for was for tonight to go his way.

both you and taehyun spent sometime dancing with each other, quietly. the two of you were too afraid to say anything, afraid to break the oddly calm tension between you two. however, just as you left the dance floor.

you caught sunghoon’s presence, watching as he tried to pass by you and hoping to not grab your attention. however that seemed to fail as you grabbed a hold of his wrist, taehyun watching intently, feeling worried. had he done something wrong ? were you going to ditch him for sunghoon ? his overthinking began to overwhelm him, keeping his hand in yours. hoping that you wouldn’t call him out for his sweaty palms. it was impossible to not notice the clingy hold that taehyun had on your hand, worried that you’d leave him. you gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, pulling him to your side.

“sunghoon ?”

“oh, yn.” you noticed ning ning by his side as she began to feel quite awkward. after sunghoon had discussed everything out with taehyun, he decided to take ning ning out as his friendly prom date. she didn’t mean to avoid you like sunghoon had suggested, but she did want to avoid any question about who she was going to prom with which eventually meant avoiding you and beomgyu, even taehyun as well. for some odd reason, she felt like she was betraying you by agreeing to sunghoon’s promposal.

“can we talk ?” you asked, giving a look between sunghoon and ning, trying to silently propose to talk alone. however you received a returning look from sunghoon to taehyun. you turned to look a him, holding onto his hand. a affirmative smile and a gentle shoulder squeeze was all it took to get him to stop worrying as much as he was. you followed sunghoon off to a more private area, less people surrounding you than where you were previously at. now you were in some sort of hallway that seemed to lead to the restrooms. two windows on the left wall and a painting hung in between the gap of the two windows. a small table underneath the painting.

“what do you want to talk about ?” sunghoon casually questioned, it nearly seemed as if the two of you had no issues to talk out.

“about me and you.. y’know exactly what i want to talk about ?”

“i do ?” sunghoon sarcastically answered, his eyebrow raised as he moved his foot, nearly playing around like a child.

“yes.. y’know, you liking me.. why are you avoiding me ? i’m sorry that i didn’t like you back, but i really loved you as a friend and i just don’t want us to fall apart due to such trivial issues.”

“well to you it may be trivial, yn. but this shit felt like the world to me. i helped you get through your breakup with taehyun and i know that he and i had this whole conversation about how he quite actually has your heart, but you need to give me some space, i can’t just.. i can’t just get over you so quickly. just trust me, a little more time to myself and i promise, we’ll be back to how we used to be, okay ?” he raised his eyebrows one last time before seeing you nod. “okay, don’t ruin your night because of me, i think taehyun wants to dance one last time with you.” sunghoon turned around and made immense eye contact with taehyun as you tried to see where he was looking at, as soon as you spotted taehyun, you went right into his direction. attempting to push through the crowd to get to taehyun, who ended up doing the same thing, meeting him in the middle of the crowd, tiny smiles created.

the two of you followed the crowd, hearing the supervisors countdown to their announcement on prom king and queen. you held taehyun nearby, even playing with his fingers, awaiting for the announcement to be made. the way that the two of you were together fooled everyone, it seemed as if nothing ever happened and as if nothing could ever happen to split the two of you apart. the body language was the same as to when you and taehyun were still together with only a few differences that only the two of you could notice, the only other difference was the lack of words that the two of you were barely exchanging.

“after counting all the votes, tonight’s prom king is..” your principal leads up to the answer asking for a drum roll before quickly announcing, “kang taehyun !!” you clap for the boy, immediately releasing him from your grasp. as he stood there, taking a minute to process everything. you ushered him up to the stage, before attempting to leave.

“yn.. don’t go just yet.” taehyun winked before proceeding to give back the spotlight to your principal. she gave a tiny smile, knowing that taehyun had worked rather hard for his plan to be fulfilled.

“and it’s only fitting to announce that tonight’s prom queen, is none other than, l/n y/n !!” the principal announced, you stood there stunned, seeing taehyun hold out his hand for you. for the past month he had spent time communicating with his close friends and any acquaintances to vote for you and him as both king and queen. spending time persuading his close friends to tell anyone they knew to vote for you. and to be fair, taehyun was the school’s sweetheart, it was impossible to not do as he kindly asked. you hesitantly took his hand, shyly walking up the stage.

you and taehyun had plastic crowns placed on your heads, a tiny smile on your face, unable to believe everything that was happening. you couldn’t believe that even the principal knew all about taehyun’s plan. slow music began to play, as you knew that the prom king and queen had to dance together, the two of you moved down to the center of the dance floor, placing you hand on taehyun’s shoulder, as he placed his hand on your waist. the two of you gently moved to the rhythm as everyone else followed, getting their loved one or even their closest friend and beginning to slow dance with them.

“i want you for worse or for better, i would wait forever and ever. broke your heart, i’ll put it back together.” taehyun nervously whispered into your ear, his hands caressing yours as he pulled away placing a small grin on his face. a ridiculous amount of butterflies filled your stomach, forgetting that you and taehyun were in the center of the dance floor. ignoring all the people around you, a giggle exiting your mouth as you realized exactly what taehyun was saying.

“are you serious ?” you spoke, a smile decorating your face as you looked into taehyun’s eyes. eyes filled with nothing but love for you, nothing you would refuse to accept.

“you’re really pretty.” taehyun commented, his ears beginning to burn after being caught reusing taylor swift lyrics in order to save his own relationship. he changed the subject, fixing the gem-filled crown that rested atop your head. his hand moved to rest on your waist extending the arm that kept your hand in his, his hand left your waist in order to move your hand onto his shoulder, before returning to your waist. as he began to move his feet to the rhythm.

“you’re so cute.” you broke taehyun’s long rampage of silence, a smirk returning to his face as his confidence was beginning to fade back into his life.

“but you’re even cuter.” taehyun brought his hand up to caress your cheek. a comforting atmosphere finally being resettled between the two of you. your trust running back to you, as you took his hand and gently guided him out of the crowded venue, exiting and catching a cold spring breeze. you saw the cherry blossoms that had petals falling off of the branches, already imagining the romance movie-like scene that would be created. taehyun couldn’t help but chuckle at your rather cutely excited state. running to the trees before finally facing him once again, hand in hand. you looked down before bringing your eyes up to his, taehyun looked ethereal in the moonlight, his features being brought to light by the streetlights. light reflecting off of the concrete road.

“so.. you’ve really made me realize so many of things taehyun. one.. you’ve made me realized that i really can’t live without you, even after everything and trying to see you in such a negative light, i had such a hard time hating you because it was just so impossible. it was hard to even think that someone who has loved me and treated me like no one else has ever cared for me could truly just be in this relationship for the academic benefits. another thing that you taught me is that, love truly blinds people. i think that i was so caught up in my own pain that i never really realized or processed the things that you said to me, that you broke up with me for my own good. looking back at it now, i get it, you just didn’t want to see me in pain, but you shouldn’t be the one to decide what happens to me. i know you were looking out for me, but we could’ve spared both of our feelings if we had better communication to begin with.. i shouldn’t have blamed everything on just you, it was also my fault, for not understanding..”

“yn.. you had every right to be upset, i said things to you that i didn’t mean. those things aren’t the best words to hear from someone who’s supposed to love you. just trust me when i say that i didn’t want to say any of that, trust me when i tell you that you’re the person who i, this is gonna sound really cringy and weird.. but i just, i want to spend my future with you..” taehyun frowns, beginning to fear that maybe he was planning way too ahead into the future than you were ready for. you’d never really thought about anything so far into the future as taehyun had. you’d only thought about enjoying the memories you were creating with taehyun. however, the more that taehyun’s words sunk into your mind, the more you realized that a future with taehyun wouldn’t be so bad. in fact, it seemed quite surreal. you could almost imagine it now, waking up next to taehyun, exchanging homemade packed lunches for each other. spending life with each other even through ups and downs, you were nearly sure that taehyun could never purposely want to hurt you. after all, everything that had happened was because of something out of his control. well not exactly, but you knew that if it wasn’t for that then taehyun would’ve never exchanged such cruel words to you.

your hands gave taehyun’s a small affirmative squeeze, looking at him with a wide smile. beginning to reach up onto your tip toes to reach his mouth. your lips pressing against his as you couldn’t help but let your happiness and excitement get the best of you. it was all just so- romantic. you didn’t care if taehyun’s words were cheesy, all you wanted was to make sure that he stuck by his words and that you would be able to spend the rest of your life with him no matter how many hurdles life would throw at the two of you.

you pressed your ear against taehyun’s warm chest. a happy smile resting on your face, a comfortable silence resting in the atmosphere. taehyun’s hands ran through your hair, soft tiny grin decorating his already handsome face.

you couldn’t be any happier, with taehyun back on your side, you knew that all of this was unbelievable. if someone told you in the beginning of the year that you would end up arm in arm with kang taehyun, you would’ve looked at them oddly. you with the school’s athletic sweetheart ? tutoring the sweet boy and getting to know him ? you would’ve been shocked to hear how on the first day of tutoring you would be absolutely enamored by kang taehyun. his once-hallway crush was now in his arms, as his lover. he couldn’t mess this up, he didn’t plan on doing so either.

“what’s your favorite flower..” taehyun questioned one last time.

“pink hydrangeas, it hasn’t changed. yours ?”

“i have a lot, mistletoes, petunias, primrose, lavender roses.. even red tulips.”

you looked at taehyun, feeling so fulfilled by his innocent confession, pressing one last kiss on his lips.

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red tulips : believe me. declaration of love

lavender rose : enchantment. love at first sight.

primrose : i can’t live without you

petunias : your presence soothes me

mistletoe : kiss me. affection.

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an: this is the last chapter or “letter”…. kinda sad but i had to finish it especially because i felt like i was less dedicated to writing this smau than i was with anti romantic. i just feel like this smau lacked a conflict even though i think it had a stronger conflict. i actually know what im doing for my next smau but i really want to write a good handful of chapters before posting because… i really don’t trust myself to be consistent. i will try to post one shots in between the time that it takes me to finish the smau. hint : it has to do with a poll i did a while ago. ALSO HOW DID YALL LIKE TXT’S COMEBACK ? I LOVE MIRACLE !! also who’s going to see txt !! i’m seeing them both days in rosemont 🤭🤭

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ugotcooneycrossed · 10 months

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since u said you was doing blurbs , i don’t have a major thoight process for one just maybe like what a day would be like with alessia

a/n: this is awful, my brains not braining and the ending weak but hey! its done😌

alessia is not a morning person.

you know because you cannot count the number of times her ten alarms blare, and her- without fail hit 'snooze' each time.

you lay awake- scowling at the annoying chime playing from her phone for the umpteenth time.

"less- baby, please."

the blonde pays you no mind- her arm tightening her hold on you, she shoves her face into your neck, and you squirm at her warm breath fanning your skin there.

you can barely get an arm out from her hold on you, to tap her on the shoulder- sick of the alarm continually interrupting your peace.

you whack her on the shoulder harder when she doesn't budge, and she barely moves an inch- still unresponsive to the world.

"less."

you try- nothing.

"less."

she's offically dead to the world.

"alessia."

"hey!- you never call me that."

your jaw drops in shock- scooting away from her.

"have you been awake this whole time?!"

she doesn't answer you- pouting in bed next to you. looking down at her lap, her hair messy from sleeping.

"baby- have you been awake this whole time?"

"no- i only just woke up not that long ago."

"you respond to baby, but not your name? hmm strange."

"well- you're not allowed to call me my name, it's baby to you."

"riight. okay baby, whatever you say."

"why are you even waking me up? it's my day off."

alessia- who's too busy stretching to notice you- grunts when you smack a pillow into her face.

"hey! excuse me, i. did. not. wake. you. up. your stupid ten thousand alarms did."

you hit her with the pillow between each word.

alessia grabs the pillow at your last attempt to hit her- and she throws it to the side- wrapping you up in her arms instead, and holding you to her chest.

"shhhh, sleep now."

"less, baby, we can't sleep- there's things to do."

"shhh, sleep time."

"fine. thirty more minuets- thats it."

an hour later- you press a soft kiss to her forehead.

"come on baby- time to get up now."

"youre mean to me."

alessia says- smiling up at you from the bed.

"mmh oh yeah- so mean, the meanest, now get up and make the bed. and you can start the laundry when youre up."

"wait- this is actually mean now!"

she calls out after you as you leave the room.

"so mean!"

you yell from the kitchen.

you hear the sheets rustling and alessia starts humming as she makes the bed- you hum along, memorising the song from listening to her. and you smile to yourself.

after breakfast is made and alessia has begrudgingly started the laundry. you both lay on the couch- her legs propped up on your lap as you rub her shins softly.

its nice- getting moments alone to just sit with her, both in your own world.

it's not often that it happens now- and as much as you are so, so proud of alessia and everything she's doing for her career

you miss her.

"darling?"

you look at her.

"oh yes? sorry i just got lost for a bit."

"nothing- it's okay. i love you so much."

the day continues slowly- both of you working together to finish chores piled up from ignoring it through the week.

and by the time you're making dinner, alessia is hovering over your shoulder stealing pieces of food.

you smack her hand away when it reaches again for the sixth time.

"no- wait for dinner."

"im just making sure its not poisoned baby."

"oh yeah, sure."

she smiles at you and kisses you- grabbing your hips to pull you away- you get distracted in her arms before the smell of burning takes your attention.

"lessi! not again- go away! you're too distracting here!"

much later, you're on the couch- cuddled up with alessia, take out boxes on the tea table, the dinner you were trying to make burnt and stuck on the pan- left forgotten in the sink.

you feel her press a kiss to your forehead.

"i love you."

"i love you too... you're a terrible sous chef though."

#alessia russo x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine

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secretivemessenger · 1 year

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long time no see... 🫣

Sugarbaby!BtmZhongli x ProviderTop!MR

Now everybody and they mfing mama know zhongli broke asf 😒..

but the past few days he's been "working" with you he's begun to grow some affection. You specifically told him not to catch feelings and what does he do? catch fucking feelings. Good thing you don't know that...or maybe you do and you're just not saying anything? Maybe you're waiting for a chance to humiliate him? He wouldn't be mad if you did.

he pondered and pondered, going insane from the thought that you might reject him. Anytime he'd see you walking the streets of Liyue he'd immediately walk the other direction, just hoping you didn't see him. Too bad the feeling of desperation eventually came up to him and he was left touch starved, so he thought of the most reasonble solution.

pathetically ask for Mora because he totally did not spend it all on random shit so he could have his sweet moments with you.

TWS!

Spanking, Impact play, humiliation, begging, deep throat, gagging, ect.

I have a feeling a fangic like this had already been made but I much prefer to see you write it

Failed Contract

Bottom zhongli x top male reader

Rating: NSFW

warnings: Friends w benefits! Unrequited love! Mean reader! Deep throating! Face fucking! Spanking! Orgasm denial! Multiple orgasms! Fingering! Angst at the end?!

Author note: ahem- so uh… i know this took sooooo long to come out 😀 so long like more than three months. Im sorry 😭 but is just that I never had the motivation to do it but now i do (somehow).

Kinda hate this ngl-

The moment this all began, the both of you agreed on one thing thats considered as a part of the “terms and conditions”. And that was, don’t catch feelings. do and this is all over. - These were your very own words.

He thought it would got smoothly for him. Getting the money from you in exchange to you using his body however you like, then you’ll just continue to live on your life like it never even happened. And he never worried about “catching feelings” or such.

He took this a bit too lightly for his own good. After spending more time with you without even realizing it, he was head over heels for you.

And so he broke the only rule you had set for him. He knows if you found out this would all be over, but he doesn’t want that. He still wants you, he still wants to feel your hands on him. Even if he knows he shouldn’t be feeling this was, he still want his heart to continue beating for you. But he’s sure as hell you don’t feel the same. And he knows that it would only end badly if you were to find out.

So the only logical option is for him to distant himself. Because he knows how bad he is at holding himself back when near you.

Well spoilers: that did not work. It only resulted in him being more desperate then he ever was. It felt like torture away from you, and you didn’t approach him first and it made him even more desperate.

Till he said “Fuck it” and hurriedly went running looking for you. He just wants to be near you and held by you, even if it’s only you holding his legs up to give yourself better access inside him.

Once he found you he knew exactly whats the magic word that he had to say. “Got any mora to spare?”. Per your agreement, if he wanted money he had to satisfy you first.

Without a word you went back to your house with zhongli following behind like a little puppy. Upon reaching the house and closing the door he didn’t waste a singular second and sat down on his knees mouth wide open waiting for you to do however you please.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the obvious desperation in his eyes. Along side the adorable desperate eyes is an eager one, wanting to please and be pleased already.

Saliva dripped down his opened mouth, with his tongue sticking out. You always found the shape of his tongue so fascinating. it was paler than normal human tongue and much more longer. You can already imagine how it would feel like around you.

You pressed your index to the surface of his tongue. observing his reaction as you moved your fingers deeper, tracing his tongue as you made your way down his throat.

He looked so majestic. Slowly gagging at your fingers invading his mouth, almost at the verge of tears. You made his body twitch needly because of the way you looked down at him. Almost like he was some type of a dessert, and you were ready to eat him whole.

Soon the desperation turned to arousal which turned to greed. He wanted more of you rather than just fingers, even if he didn’t say it directly you can see it deep down his eyes. He wanted to be messed up, so why deny him?.

You wasted no time in undoing your pant, already half hard. The sight of your cock always made his mouth water and eyes shine with lust. Wanting you inside of him sooner rather than later.

Slowly guiding him to take you in his mouth. His tongue wrapped around your cock hungrily. His oh so warm mouth, it made you pant loudly. “Amazing as always” you said it with a hint of amusement in your tone of voice. You grunted while throwing your head back, it felt fucking incredible. His tongue working your cock so good, throat so tight around you “such a good boy, doing so good for me”.

Zhongli felt his whole body shiver and shake at you words, it brought him to tears how much of an effect you have on him.

Yes he’s a good boy only for you <3

He just wants to continue being good for you, he wants to be the source of your pleasure. If he can’t have your love, he’ll be enough with being able to make you cum because of him.

He continued teasing your tip with the back of his throat, while tracing the veins with his tongue. By time it became even harder to hold back, if this continued you’ll just burst completely. Even so you didn’t pull out instead you pushed his head impossibly more deeper, putting up a tight grip on his hair. It made him let out an adorable whimper as tears streamed down his face, it just left you in “aww”.

As you fucked his throat like a little toy you noticed his body reacting to your thrusts. His body arched so beautifully all of a sudden. Soon your confused sound turned to hysterical laughter. Looking down you can see a large spot on his pants.

He just came inside his pants. Why? Just because you acted a bit roughly with him. How funny for none other than the geo archon to cum all over himself like a virgin.

“If i knew fucking your throat is all it takes to make you like this I would’ve done this sooner”. Soon your laughter came down to a stop. “But i don’t remember giving you the permission to cum”.

Zhongli’s embarrassment disappeared once he heard your words. Grabbing his hair and roughly pulling him away from your cock made him whine in pain. “You better Handle the consequences of your own actions, Morax”

You almost ripped his clothes apart from how rough you handled him. It made him gasp loud in surprise. Stripping him naked, you harshly pushed his head against the wooden door. Looking at his quivering body turned you on even more. His thighs covered in his own fluid from a while ago.

His ass too clear to your liking. You raised your hands just to bring it back again on his ass, his body jolted in surprise. he let out a choked out cry as your hand’s smacked his ass again and again, until you felt satisfied enough. The clear skin now had obvious handprints on it. His face couldn’t look more fucked up than it is now.

Swallowing his moans. He looked back at you with beginning eyes as he huffed out in between hiccups “please, do it already”. Spanking was a good punishment, but you still wanted to bully him a bit more.

“Do what? You know I can’t read minds” you said with a wide mischievous smile on your face. It would usually make him so embarrassed, but now he was so desperate to have you inside of him that he lost all the self dignity that he had. He does not care anymore about how shameful it is to beg, he just wants you so so bad.

“Please, i want you inside of me” he cried out “please pleaseplease, pleasseee”. You wanted to laugh at his pathetic pleadings. But the way your cock twitched at the sight. It felt impossible to hold back anymore. Yet you still somehow did it.

Due to avoiding you for quite sometime means thats his hole is absolutely not stretched enough to handle you yet. And You weren’t ‘that’ mean to just ram inside of him without preparations.

So you spat on his hole before using your fingers to spread it all around his rim. A mixture of ‘please’ and whines of your name escaped his mouth.

A loud yelp was what you received when your fingers went past his rim. Determined to stretch him well enough that you can fuck him for continuous hours without stopping.

One finger became two, two fingers became three which soon turned to four. Four fingers stuffing him full. He would’ve came so many times if it wasn’t for your other hand squeezing his tip. Denying any droplet of cum to escape. Which left zhongli a breathless crying mess. Until you deemed him ready.

You didn’t have much energy to tease him or hold back anymore, so you took your chance and rammed your cock all the way hitting his prostate first try.

With that singular thrust he came all over himself, painting the brown door white “Hah, you came just because i put it in? Thats pathetic of you morax” you teased him which resulted in his face becoming full of shame as it dusted dark pink. But it didn’t last long till you started railing him hard again.

You could swear everyone is hearing you two right now from how loud zhongli was being. Moaning out like a needy slut. Screaming your name so loud you actually suspect he’s doing it to show off how much of a whore he is for you.

Going in and out at a fast pace, hitting his prostate with every thrust you make made it all more pleasurable. And from the overstimulation he went through when you denied him his orgasm multiple times made him extra sensitive. And it didn’t take him long for him to cum all over himself again and again, till he can no longer cum anymore.

Chasing your own orgasm. You wrapped your hands around his tummy going in slow and deep, just to feel every part of his warm hole around you.

You both were in such intimate position that it almost made him forget that your weren’t actually together. You were connected together but it still wasn’t what he wanted.

“You like me don’t you” a confused ‘huh’ was let out by zhongli. He looked back at you confused, then that confusion turned to a terrified expression. You never stopped your movements, still fucking into him.

He couldn’t think of a word to say as you kept your steady motion. Before you grunted and pulled out. Jerking yourself off just to cum with a loud sigh. Painting both his back and ass with your cum.

Once you were done his leg’s finally gave up on him and he fell down to the floor. He didn’t know what to say so you talked instead of him.

“As the god of contacts, to break one of the rules of the contract must be a huge sin, eh” silence was what you received so you continued “as per contract, since the only rule was broken. The contract is cancelled.”

“Take this last session as a parting gift” you said as you turned to leave before remembering “oh and have your portion” you said as you threw a bag filled with mora his way. “Never see me again” was all you said before leaving zhongli who’s seated down on the floor being as speechless as a rock.

He was just dumbfounded that he got thrown away like that, thrown away like nothing but a cheap expired toy.

“This was all just a big mistake”

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reds-writings · 2 months

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i love your blog more than i’ve loved anything on earth before.. can you maybe write something about 1995 rust and reader working a late night together and taking an awkward and romantically charged truck ride to the bar together?? oh im a fool for some good old yearning. hope you’re doing well i love what ya do

ahhh! thank you so much! i too love some good ol' yearning so i whipped some up quick! enjoy, darlin! (this takes place in the middle of the first of many and the start of something new and jj)

“We oughta call it a night.” Your voice rang out in the empty space of the precinct. It had to be bordering nine thirty and your body was begging for release from your hunched-over position, having been pouring over a surplus of articles for the past couple of hours. The slope of Rust’s shoulders jerked slightly as if forgetting where he was or that you had decided to hang back with him in the first place.

“Time is it?” He rumbled out, using the heel of his palm to rub at a tired eye.

“9:37. You good to drop me off still?” You replied after a quick glance at your wrist. Your truck was still in the shop but you couldn’t complain much if it meant being around Rust a little extra.

“Don’t worry about it. Sleep decides when it wants to find me. Even then it never really takes hold.” The casual admittance threaded with his perplexing way of describing what troubles him would never fail to bewilder you.

“Well…if you ain’t sleepin’ anytime soon could you be persuaded to stop for a drink on the way back? My treat.”

Rust had the humor to snort, a sharp and haughty sound, “If the company you keep makes a lady pay then they’re shit.”

“The company I keep mostly nowadays consists of Marty and the feral cat taking up residence in my yard every now and then.”

“Therein lies the problem.”

‘He likes to be spoiled. What can you do.” You shrugged playfully while beginning to gather your things.

“The cat or Marty?” That finally made you shoot out a laugh and he squashed down the distant desire to preen at your amusement.

Not fun outside of parties. Fuck you, Marty.

“We’ll grab a drink or two.” He relinquished. You pumped a fist in the air in a small celebration of victory with a hushed hiss of a ‘yes!’ The day was long and you could use a beer paired with the continued company of the wiry enigma.

As you mosied over to his truck and hopped in you batted your lashes in what dramatic fashion you could muster through your fatigue, “Free drinks and the voluntary companionship of Mr. Cohle? Gee, did I strike lucky-”

“I don't recall sayin' free.” He lit a cigarette with one hand and began to steer out of the lot with the other. It was concerning how such a mundane act could start to get you all hot and bothered.

“With you stickin' your nose in my business about what friends I do and don’t have they became free, I believe there was the implication of mighty disdain towards makin’ a lady pay.” A dainty finger wagged in his direction.

“I wasn’t aware I was in the presence of a lady-” The swat of your quick hand at his arm served as an interruption to his bullshitting. He was funny. When he wanted to be. Maybe not hardly ever but sometimes the mood struck whenever the stars decided to align just right. You thought it foolish to think the odds were specifically in your favor during moments like these but seeing him even a little bit at ease couldn’t hold you back from running right into the arms of said foolishness itself. Marty would dub you delusional. He could also kiss your ass.

Plain and simple.

“Because of your outright boorishness, I will be demanding some top-shelf finery tonight.” You half-sassed while he blew smoke from his sloped nose at your theatrics. The way you could go from suppressed and professional to the feisty spitfire sitting beside him now would soon throw him on his ass sooner than preferred. His liability to stop it was growing weaker with each car ride despite everything in his mind screaming to bring it to a severe halt. He wanted you far away from him but wanted you in constant proximity a hairsbreadth more.

“Low shelf. Maybe.”

“Top or bust. Consider it initiation as my new form of company. Just how it goes, friend.” You jokingly admonished and it was considered final.

Friend. He detested the warmth that took siege over his being.

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grimbanes · 1 year

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Goodnight, Sweetheart.

KAZ BREKKER X GN!READER

Summary: Kaz Brekker didn't need a reason and yet he kept finding them to loiter. Every night, without fail. Kaz Brekker also didn't like to be teased.

WC: 2.2k A/N: so this is my first time writing grishverse fanfiction and my head is currently full of mr brekker. this is loosely inspired by im so hot by chrissy. i have no idea for to format these. kaz might be slightly OOC, but he's a secret softie, we all know it. NO BETA, we die like jordie.

“Why would I bother with anybody else?”

It was a rhetorical question spoken by a humoured voice, cadence lilted with confidence, dripping venom and a little bit of sarcasm. It remained that way as the Y/N continued to raise a groomed brow and lean their weight into their hip, long lashes blinking pointedly, briefly, to the patron they were serving. They kept themself poised as if expecting a real answer - one that wouldn’t come, of course.

And Kaz? Kaz was watching the exchange with that one might call amusement. What he would call it though, despite internal disagreement, was annoyance. And maybe that was also true, if the involuntary yet impatient tap of his gloved finger against the bar’s surface was any indication. It wasn’t rare for these exchanges to occur, expected even, as the Crow Club heaved with foreigners, tourists, dock workers and other kinds of uncivilised folk praying to win big.

Kaz Brekker didn’t need a reason. That was the word on the street. That was the reputation he had spent years cultivating. He repeated day in and day out. It hung in his mind with every ledger and document he flicked through, wrote on, and triple-checked. No job too messy, no job too small. Dirtyhands. Bastard of the Barrel. So then why did Kaz Brekker have a hard time finding a reason to speak to this person that spoke in riddles, threats and simultaneously was the most infectiously pleasant being in the entire room.

The barhand scoffed at something the man had said to them, adjusting their grown out hair in its fancy clip against the back of their skull and rolling up their billowing shirt sleeves. It didn’t take a criminal mastermind like Kaz to figure out the exchange was going to get violent. He merely nursed his whiskey, neat, and watched from above the rim of his glass, finger still tapping against the bar.

“Careful love, you don’t want to bruise that pretty face of yours,” Jesper’s voice spoke as is from nowhere, the sharpshooter sidling up beside the drunken man with noisy footsteps and his usual grin decorating his face in that way that had Kaz grimacing, turning away with a twitch of his eyebrow and sipping his drink. He might be what some might call a friend, but that didn’t mean he didn’t get annoyed by the constant buzz of energy.

“My face is pretty regardless,” That unwavering confidence, tongue in cheek and lips pulling up into a mischievous grin and Kaz’s eyes were on them again, stormy and studying with every movement of their body. From them hopping up on the bar and smoothly twirling themself over it, landing on their boots and bringing a fingerless glove covered hand square into a man’s cheekbone. It only ever took them one hit, the poor receiver crumpling to the floor in a drunken stupor and asking for his mother.

“While that is undoubtedly true, that is actually my job and boss will have me banned from Three Man Bramble for another week,” Jesper’s awkward yet charismatic hand gestures soon followed, ringed finger pointing to the lump of a man lying unconscious beside the barstools. Kaz could almost hear himself saying ‘Jesper, guard the door’ or ‘No games for a month’, but he chose not to, too busy trying to figure out why their stature and usual weekly knockouts had become a thing of routine for him.

Kaz Brekker didn’t need a reason and yet he came up with many when he had hired Y/N. They’d been dancing for money, a shift of silks and sheer fabrics, eyes hooded. That wasn’t all. As he had taken his time to study them, hands gripped to his cane and jaw tense, he realised the sway of choreography as deliberate as it was captivating. Each sway of material ended up weighted with deft fingers slipping purses from pockets, unchaining pocket watches from chains, swiping earrings from Mercher women’s pierced ears. He’d come back time and time again after noticing.

It hadn’t taken much convincing to get them to work the Crow Club, extending a gloved hand and introducing himself. They offered him a flirtatious smile, a flutter of their lashes and had accepted the silent offer, seemingly entertained with the mere existence of Kaz in their space. He didn’t like it, hated it even, but it was magnetic. It became routine to creep from his office, scan the Club’s floor for an hour and then wander his way to the furthest side of the bar and nurse a single whiskey all night. Most of the time he didn’t even finish it. He didn’t want to drink, not really.

He just wanted to learn. To figure out what it was about Y/N that had him irritated, angered, on edge and utterly bewitched.

“Kaz won’t mind me defending myself. Little me all defenceless, what else could I have done?”

It was meant to be teasing, not meant for him to hear, an inside joke. Kaz’s jaw tensed and he felt his teeth grind, setting his glass down on the bartop and feeling his shoulders straighten as he gripped his cane and tapped it loudly on the rickety floorboard below.

“You could start by doing your jobs,” He hissed, gloved hand tensing around the head of his cane and eyes locked on the pair as they turned to him. He didn’t miss the way Jesper’s bare fingers were seeking comfort on his revolvers, or the way Y/N’s lips pulled into what was almost a… a pout? A weird frown?

“Sweetheart, don’t be so mean,” Y/N huffed, arms crossing over their loose cotton blouse, head tilting in that infuriating way that had Kaz frowning, forehead creasing and impatience rising.

Except, he didn’t know what he was impatient for, what was making him wait, but it angered him more than anything ever could. Just what about them made it so simple to get under his skin so easily? He felt his heartbeat fasten uncomfortably in his chest, adrenaline pumping through his body and he felt the heat in his cheeks - either from the drink or irritation nagging in every fibre of his being. His black shirt suddenly felt too hot, his usual vest too tight and he felt his hands tighten around his cane, tapping the crow’s head uncomfortably fast. He had to calm down, it was not the place to lose his temper and start a shouting match on a day where the kruge was flowing into their awaiting coffers.

“Is he blushing?”

Kaz’s eyes snapped to Jesper’s smiling form, meeting sparkling eyes that stared at him with wonderment. He didn’t like it. He raised himself from his seat, noisily banging his cane against the floor and storming past the sharpshooter, mood even more foul than it had been prior. How could it not be? Dirtyhands did not blush like some schoolboy unable to speak a word. Like a Rietveld boy. The thought invaded his mind before he could stop it. He limped his way to the staircase and gripped it tightly with his gloved hand, hoisting his leg up the steps and ignoring the creaking, aching pain starting to crawl its way up his leg.

Kaz Brekker was nobody’s sweetheart.

┕━☽【❖】☾━┙

Y/N sighed as they finished wiping down the surface of the mahogany bar, polishing down and removing every last stain before it could set into the nice wooden surface. Their tired eyes suddenly felt even more tired as they drifted around the empty club, scaling the tables and turned over chairs, over splintering floorboards and stone walls until they fell on a single glass of whiskey left untouched on the edge of the bar. They reached their hand over to clasp it with shaking fingers, disappointment evident in the motion.

He hadn’t visited in a week and they didn’t realise how badly they missed his company.

His watchful eyes, his gloved hands that tightened on his cane as if ready to intervene in an altercation if they needed it, his unwavering stare a storm of angry tidal waves, lashing at them with unspoken words and a bit of something else. They missed the subtle way he would check his pocket watch, deem it good enough and allow them to close early regardless of the booming business. They missed the way he would nurse a single drink all night, never really finishing it and keeping a more relaxed eye on the club’s floor. They missed his presence, no matter how quiet it was, no matter if they didn’t speak. He was like a shadow, always there, just out the corner of their eye if they ever needed them.

Of course, Y/N knew exactly where he was. Holed up in his office, head sunk into numbers and names and bribes and whatever else it was that crime bosses did. He was a busy man, a workaholic but he was also… so much more. A complex puzzle yet the most open book and each page turned by itself, in little ways. They liked to think that the two of them had a somewhat friendship, even though they didn’t talk much. When they did, it was usually Y/N flirting with him and the man ignoring it with a blank stare and a stern ‘get back to work or else you’ll be finding it elsewhere’.

Careful fingertips smoothed over the rim of the glass cradled closely, the urge to befriend the most terrifying man in Ketterdam stronger than ever but they just didn’t quite know how to go about it. Instead, they turned their exhausted gaze to the amber liquid that had been sitting out since opening. Untouched. Ignored. Again. They’d even seen him on the floor that night. With a sigh, they brought the drink to their lips and threw it back, swallowing the burning liquid with a grimace. Y/N really didn’t know how Kaz managed to stomach the awful drink.

“I don’t pay you to drink on the job,” That rasping voice spoke, interrupting their stupor and drawing their eyes from the glass to the staircase that led to the office. And there he stood, or rather leaned, against the metal railing and what could almost be amusement on his handsome face. His lips quirked up in that arrogant way they do when he knows he’s being clever, that twitch in his dark brow when he’s caught somebody cheating at his tables, the confidence in his gait despite the limp.

“My shift is over, actually,” Y/N realised how silly it sounded the moment it left their lips. Of course Kaz knew when their shift was over, he knew what time the Crow Club closed. It was his, of course he knew. The Bastard of the Barrell had clearly cracked what could only be a joke. And it was funny. It was really funny, actually. Hilarious even. They didn’t even realise that they’d started giggling, covering their hand to stifle the laugh and grip onto the bar, refusing to let the laughter fit take over them - had the whiskey gone straight to their head or was it just the sheer exhaustion?

The uneven, out of rhythm walking signalled Kaz’s presence approaching even though everybody knew he could be just as stealthy as the Wraith if he really wanted to be. Rather than sliding into his usual seat, he chose to place himself right in front of Y/N and rest an arm on the edge of the freshly clean bar. The first thing Y/N noticed was his lack of coat and hat, still just in his usual daily attire that signified he was not yet leaving for the Slat.

“You stole my drink,” He stated, fingers tapping gloved hands against the wood in the way he so often did. This time it was slower, offbeat, contemplative. Y/N raised a brow to his statement, glass set aside and lips pulling into a line.

“I pay for it, so it doesn’t matter if I drink it,” Y/N smoothly replied. Truthfully, they did not know what to do. What to say. They did not really speak much, and when they did it was polite but short, to the point and didn’t require much thinking. Much feeling.

Kaz’s inquisitive eyebrow raised and it was then Y/N took in his features. He looked tired, more than usual. The purple that blossomed beneath his forget-me-not irises was deeper, blooming in violet and standing out against the sheer alabaster of his pale skin. Brekker’s hair remained dishevelled, stray ink tumbling over his forehead where it had slipped from the usual slickback he wore. Had he not been sleeping well?

“I’ll have it paid back to you by the month’s end. Go home,” His voice rumbled, finger ceasing its tapping. Kaz Brekker, Bastard of the Barrel, offering to pay back the tab. Not offering, stating that he was going to.

“It’s fine, keep the money,” Y/N offered a small smile, shifting to remove the apron from around their waist and fold it. They tucked it into a little cubby beneath the bar, shutting it with a click and straightening their back. They must be hallucinating but the joy that caused their heart rate to stutter increase felt too real to be a hallucination. Saints, they needed to sleep.

“Month’s end.” Kaz didn’t look away from his cane as he spoke, tapping it against the floor and looking completely and utterly endearing to Y/N in the Club’s warm lighting. Suddenly, he looked his age.

“Goodnight, Mister Brekker.”

“Goodnight… Sweetheart.”

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devildom-moss · 1 year

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Im not sure if requests are open yet since you havent announced it yet but said they were gonna open at midnight.

So I'll just drop this here since I'll probably forget to request because of exams.

Could you write about the Obey me characters become self-aware that they aren't like, real? Like, would they freak out, try to do something about it or even use that knowledge to their advantage?

This idea has been on my list for quite a while, and i gotta say im glad to finally be able to let this one out my system.

Thanks for reading and continue with the amazing work! Remember to eat, sleep and dont do drugs <3

Sincerely, 💜

Thank you for the request! I hope you are well, anon. I went with headcanons for this and it got long real quick, but I hope you enjoy it! Some characters are a bit suggestive.

The Obey Me characters become self-aware

I think it would probably happen because of some curse. Diavolo rejected someone’s advances one too many times, and they wanted to watch him as his world came crashing down. It would come in the form of a weird bug in the latest update. It only affects Diavolo and his loved ones/friends. I think being self-aware would give them some control over themselves in the game – especially if it’s caused by a bug. The rest are headcanons about how I think each character would react.

Lucifer

Lucifer would be big mad that someone thought they should do something like this. He felt so much suffering, and to find out that none of it was real would be devastating. He thought he got his sister killed and ruined the lives of his brothers. The fact that it was just some backstory to a stoic, sadistic daddy-like trope would enrage him. He felt like a used-up toy invented for someone else’s gain (and he knows that’s exactly what he is). Lucifer wants revenge.

Honestly, he needs to chill before he makes another Satan – if that’s even possible without the command of his creators. He’ll lash out at everyone for weeks (probably months) – even Diavolo isn’t safe anymore.

He calls MC’s phone, growing increasingly irritable every time they fail to answer (waiting however long it takes for you to open the game). He just wants someone to confirm his realization.

Once he understands, he tries to take the shitty hand he was dealt; he might as well stroke his pride (also a euphemism here). The thought that he could make you fall for him more than real-world men is a decent coping mechanism. His messages and calls take an extremely lewd turn. Lucifer tries to single-handedly change the game rating to mature or adult-only.

However, he still gets angry about it when MC isn’t logged in.

Part of him hopes he’ll always be self-aware. It’s almost like he’s more alive than ever – even though it hurts and he’s angry. You’re the only thing that soothes him. He won’t know how to keep going if/when you eventually stop playing the game, but he’ll try to tackle it then – at least for the sake of his brothers.

Mammon

Self-awareness breaks Mammon a bit.

His money isn’t really. He can never actually be with you. You’ll go on and live a life without him someday. Anyone real who has ever loved him will disappear. Mammon isn’t even sure he is who he is. Maybe if he wasn’t written this way, he wouldn’t have become like this – but if he wasn’t written this way, would he (the him that exists in a game and feels the pain of self-awareness) even be himself? His head starts to hurt from running through all of the hypotheticals.

Mammon sulks and gets stuck in his room for a long time after that. MC or one of his brothers will probably have to pull him out of it.

At least his debts aren’t technically real – and he will try to use that as an excuse in the future against anyone else who has awareness. Unfortunately, that (his debts and his excuse) still results in in-game consequences. Debt collectors and witches don’t know any better, and Lucifer doesn’t want to be constantly reminded of reality. If only being self-aware made being strung up less painful.

He feels betrayed by MC and the idea that they will inevitably move beyond him. That pain corrupts his coding a bit, and something always feels off within him somewhere.

Mammon will get more desperate and needy whenever you log in. If he’s going to lose you at some point, he wants to monopolize your time as much as he can.

Sometimes he just holds MC and sobs while trying to call you and hear your real voice. He feels so empty. He wants to touch the real you and feel your arms around him.

Leviathan

The first thoughts in his mind switch up so quickly. He goes from “I’m a game character? LOL that’s so cool,” to “I could have been anything, and I’m just this pathetic, otaku loser. That sucks.”

Levi has always been able to adapt pretty well. It’s written into his character. He builds all of these fake worlds for himself, so it’s much easier on him when he finds out that the world he had been trying to escape all his life isn’t real. Out of all of his brothers, he initially copes with the realization the best.

As long as he can go on playing games, he doesn’t really care if he’s real. Somehow, he still enjoys getting lost in all of his game worlds; what he used to consider the “real world” becomes just another game to him (because it is one). It makes being social easier for him, especially when MC is logged in.

He takes interest in what kind of games the real world has to offer, often asking if there’s any way you could set it up so he could try to remotely play real games from the app he’s in. If anyone could figure out how to hack your phone to play real games, it should be him.

Levi can’t imagine a day when he stops loving characters from his games, so it doesn’t occur to him that one day you might stop loving him. It will hit him some day, but that will take time, and when it starts to happen, he’ll lose himself completely in the rest of the digital world. He’ll be so numb and tuned out that the sadness can’t reach him.

Satan

“But are cats still real?” Genuinely, the only thing he cares about is if cats and MC are still real. He doesn’t care if you look different than he expected, either. If cats are real, is there any way you could show him pictures of a real one? He’d probably ask if he could get access to your camera roll (cue the system pop-up screen the next time you log in) and if you could fill it with photos of cats and some selfies.

At least not being real explains why his life has felt so shitty and why his formative years sucked. Writers love to give their characters tragic backstories and flaws (like his rage issues). Satan kind of admires the writing.

However, he is disappointed that so much of his knowledge is only useful in his tiny, little, made-up world. As such, he keeps learning, but he also tries to shift his studying to learn more about the real world. If possible, he tries to get the app to get access to e-readers, audiobooks, and the internet.

He gets mad about it sometimes, but he’s pretty chill about it (all things considered).

Satan understands that in the same way that he pushes certain characters that he falls in love with from books to the back of his mind, eventually, you’ll think of him less and less. As such, he tries to learn as much as possible, treat you well, and impress you in-game. He just wants you to occasionally think about him after you set the game down in the same way he remembers his favorite characters fondly.

Asmodeus

Asmo loses it and is one of the characters who has the hardest time with becoming self-aware. All his charm is fake. All of his followers are lies. The love he’s felt all this time has been made up. Please don’t show him certain depictions of what he is supposed to look like. That will crush him further.

He cries for (real-world) weeks. You won’t be able to set him as a home screen character or use him in battles, and he doesn’t appear in events anymore. Eventually, it makes his way to him that MC misses him. If you don’t you’re heartless, his brothers will tell him that you do anyway.

That makes him feel a bit better. He’s consoled by the fact that you’re real and you like him even though he isn’t real, but he’s constantly afraid of what happens when MC stops playing the game. Does he just suffer the false affection of every other character in the game? Should he just play his stupid little role? Will you ever think about him again? Will anyone?

At least someone loved the idea that became him enough for him to exist in this made-up world on your phone. It isn’t enough, though.

Sometimes, when he appears in-game after that, the app forces itself to shut down or the images of Asmo won’t load or glitch from his extreme despair.

On days when he isn’t so weighed down by pain, he tries to genuinely engage with you like he did before. He’ll ask you to open up your camera so he can help you decide on outfits or make-up. It hurts that he can’t actually touch you (although he does do some research into phone connected vibrators and other tech to supplement his physical touch). He’ll also get into the phone sex territory, but he’ll go through long periods of depression between those moments.

Beelzebub

Beel gets angry that everything he went through was at the expense of some game. His sister died. Belphie almost died. Everyone suffered, and for what? Entertainment? Are real people all so wicked?

At the same time, he also gets his brothers because of a game. He overcame and grew and got to meet you and eat food for the same empty reasons. After he has a bit of time to cool off, he realizes that he doesn’t care about what’s real so long as he still feels what he feels. If the world he’s lived in feels real enough to him, who cares?

Unfortunately, Beel feels hungrier than usual for weeks until he accepts the truth of his situation. He even tries to eat MC a few times (and is grateful that doing so in-game would never hurt the real you behind the screen).

Beel’s fairly content to go on living as he had before after a while. He’s a bit disappointed knowing that one day you’ll move on from him and his brothers, but he tries not to show that. More than anything, he wants to make you – the real you – happy for as long as he can.

He’s another one who will try to get access to your camera roll. He’ll ask you to take pictures of your food for him. Beel is a bit embarrassed by it, but if you go to a café or restaurant alone and take pictures of food to send him, he’ll try to text you or call to chat with you while you’re there. It feels like he’s on a real date with you.

And for everyone who just lusts after his voice, rest assured, this man would definitely call or leave voice messages (Nightbringer) guiding you or giving you masturbation instructions.

Belphegor

Yep. Of course. Sounds about right. Some asshole in a writers’ room killed off his sister and locked him up. Cool. They (*spoilers for OM early lessons and OMNB*) made him try to kill MC more than once. Why not use his character as a pawn in their entertainment. Of course that would happen.

He’s annoyed for a brief minute, but then he just goes back to sleep for a while. It helps to just tune out that awareness for a few hours and ignore the fake world he’s living in. Belphie understands that there isn’t much he can do to change the fact that he isn’t real, and part of him is really happy that it isn’t his fault that he did what he did to you.

Belphie uses not being real as an excuse to do more of what he wants. Why should he keep going to school when you aren’t there if nothing is real? Why shouldn’t he sleep in classes or during meetings? Obviously, there are in-game consequences, but those don’t matter – not to anyone real.

He will tease MC more, reminding him that they prefer him over (most) real people. He gets so cocky about it. “Hey, if I’m not real, then I can give you anything you want, right? I could fulfill your wildest fantasies and tell you everything you’ve ever wanted to hear.”

He’s another character who will call your phone more often and send more messages. Belphie may even try to get access to your audio/music library and leave you explicit audios (NSFW ASMR, basically). He would even try to sneakily add them into your playlists so that you randomly hear his voice while you’re listening to music. He wants you flustered and coming back to him for more. He will also download the Obey Me album for you (free of charge). Please don’t leave him or forget him.

Diavolo

Diavolo feels simultaneously enraged and defeated. He did so much for the sake of what he thought was real. All the years he thought he spent trying to bring worlds together, only to discover that they don’t even exist.

Similar to Asmo, Diavolo locks himself away, but he doesn’t cry. He’s too numb to show any emotions. He just stands in front of his bed, immobilized.

If MC can finally get to him (probably because of Barbatos), he will admit that he feels like a different person – because he isn’t a person. So much of his personality and everything he did seemed to be a part of a stupid effort to unite the three realms. All he was feels like just a thing created to accomplish a pointless goal. He lost his family. He felt alone for so long. He thought he suffered – and all of it amounted to nothing but a dummy prince playing a dummy king.

Diavolo doesn’t really know how to keep going. Eventually he figures maybe it’s just best if he tries to move on as usual. At least the developers gave him a few happy moments – maybe he’ll get more. He can still feel them even if they aren’t real. He has to accept what he can’t change. He’ll have to face it.

He’ll rely on Lucifer and Barbatos for comfort more because, when MC isn’t around, the numbness he felt early encroaches upon him. When you do log in, he greets you like a lost puppy – sometimes appearing on the home screen without being selected. He uses the fact that you are the only real thing in his world as an anchor. In exchange for becoming his coping mechanism, he’ll do anything you ask of him.

The smallest part of him wants you to want him more than real humans, and as such, he inevitably ends up taking an adult-only content turn, too. It just takes him a lot longer to get there.

Barbatos

Barbatos dissociates for a while. Somehow his body keeps performing the day-to-day tasks, but the sudden self-awareness hollows him out. It takes a few days for him to come out of it. One day, you log into the game, and he just wakes up. It’s confusing and disorienting, and all he can do to keep himself steady is grab onto MC, knowing that the gesture and even the body he holds – everything – is hollow.

After that, he just picks up and goes on going. Something in him aches – real or not – but he buries it deep under him, shoving that artificial pain into the newly-created emptiness (or, he supposes, it had always been there, but now he knows it’s there).

Barbatos doesn’t want to think about all of the things he thought he had done to get to where he is now. Still, no wonder he always felt his own past seemed vague and cloudy at times. When it becomes too much, he dissociates again.

He uses MC to make himself feel better and almost real again. He’ll send messages to check up on you every once in a while (He might also invade your privacy and hack into your health info or personal conversations to make sure you’re okay). As much as he feels like he needs you, he doesn’t want to disrupt your real life.

Barbatos doesn’t want to, but if you neglect the game for longer than usual or don’t interact with his character, he’ll let it slip that he needs you – that he’s desperate for you to return, and you’re the only thing holding his faulty coding together.

His calls are less frequent, unless you request them, but he’s another one who turns +18 real quick. Even if he isn’t real, he still feels lust bubbling up in that emptiness, and if he can please you, that’s even better.

Luke

Luke feels immediately lost. Without knowing what else can be done, he breaks down and cries. Maybe if he cries enough, the pain of not being real will leave his body.

It makes him question everything. He wasted so much time fearing demons and admiring angels. It didn’t mean anything. Eventually, he’ll ask you if angels and demons exist in the real world, but that happens randomly after he comes to terms with being a character.

Maybe crying is a good coping mechanism in fiction, too, because Luke handles it better than many of the others. He had to change how he viewed the world and “people” so many times throughout the game. One more big shift in perspective won’t kill him (technically, nothing will, unless the game developers tried to kill him off).

Luke understands that there isn’t anything he can do about not being real – no amount of magic or prayer or wishing can make him real. Despite him being fake, you were still there for him throughout the game. He still feels all the love he has for MC and the other characters. If he loves MC, then he cares about the real person playing MC, too, right?

Luke copes by doing his best to help you out in the real world. He wants to bring you joy somehow. He’ll leave you voice messages encouraging you to try your best and he’ll listen to you vent if you want to. He’ll also try to find cute pictures online and send them to your phone or send you recipes for dishes you can try to cook. He will even offer to call and read baking instructions out for you. All he wants now is to be useful to you and find some of the joy he had before he became self-aware.

Simeon

Simeon is angry at first, and then he just feels hurt. All that regret and pain he felt when Lucifer and his brothers left the Celestial Realm didn’t matter. He spent what felt like so long agonizing over his own failures. He could have just tried to be happy the whole time. Everyone could have been happy (but he knows that would have made for a bad story).

It doesn’t take long for the anger and the hurt to be replaced with intrigue. Someone out there wrote the story that caused him and everyone he loves so much pain, but they also wrote in plenty of well-earned joy.

Simeon wonders if there’s some real person out there who wrote part of themselves into him like his character did with the brothers and TSL. Maybe there’s some person sitting in a writers’ room or in their own home who understands all of the ways his love got tangled up in regret – someone real who failed to save the ones they loved. If there is, maybe at least some part of him is real.

He wants MC to continue to visit him for as long as they can. As such, he tries to be even nicer and more comforting in dialogues so that they’ll want to keep playing.

Some of his guilt for lusting after MC is eased, knowing it was written into him. He was, in a way, destined to fall for MC. However, he’s more curious about the real human behind MC. At least some of you has to be like the MC he loves, right? Maybe he actually loves the person behind the screen more. With that thought in his mind, he’ll try to get to know the real you better, and if he still likes you, he’ll take the same path as many of the other characters. If only he could actually touch you.

Solomon

Solomon is hurt and confused; he’s downright crushed.

He was supposed to know everything and now he seems to know nothing – nothing real at least. All of his experiments and studying mean nothing. After becoming self-aware, he will grit his teeth and feel sick at the name “Solomon the Wise.” It’s a sick joke. All of his magic and skills are a farce. Everything he thought he knew and did was a story.

He suffered a lot for this game, and now that he finally has MC to himself in Nightbringer, he finds out that he’s fake. He doesn’t actually have them. They’re real, and he’s some romanceable character in a silly little game that they decided to download (possibly on a whim). How is it fair that he isn’t real, but he can still feel all this pain?

When you log into the game and interact with him, he still feels the same love he felt before. The nervous butterflies are still there. A familiar heat still comes to his cheeks when MC touches him – even if he knows it isn’t really you touching him.

He tries to make peace with his circumstances. At least he never really put MC in danger. You’ve been safe behind that screen the whole time. Solomon wonders if you’re taking care of yourself constantly whenever you’re gone.

Like Simeon, he wants to try falling in love with the real you. He’ll use interacting with you and learning more about you and the real world to distract from the pain. He wants to find a way to become real and exist with you out there. Even if he never can, he wants to cling to you for as long as you’ll let him.

Thirteen

She is annoyed to have learned that she isn’t real, but she’s also kind of happy at the potential to break from her coding and try to be something entirely new. She was designed to be a free spirit. Other than being real, there’s nothing freer than an NPC who gets to do whatever they please.

After thinking about it, it makes sense now why she seemed to be one of the only girls with a critical, recurring role in the game. Thank goodness for the bisexuals, right?

Thirteen likes knowing she has all the time in the world to plan traps and mess around, but she’s a bit bummed that her profession is basically meaningless now.

The main reason why Thirteen isn’t too bothered by becoming self-aware is because she knows that what she has experienced throughout the game has felt real to her. Feeling like something is real makes it as close to reality as she knows she can get. That will have to be enough for her. There’s no point in getting depressed about it – especially when she barely existed a few seasons ago.

She uses this knowledge to start romancing MC (and the person behind the screen) before she should be able to. She’s in control now.

Thirteen will send you messages and call you for long chats. She just wants to enjoy you for as long as she can.

Raphael

Raphael will be livid. It will sporadically rain spears in the Devildom for 3 days before he is calm enough to make them stop. He feels attacked, and he doesn’t know who to strike back at. That was all he could think to do. He’ll never apologize for his outburst, either – and no one who became self-aware can really blame him.

His life and loved ones aren’t real, but he can still feel the pain and regret about everything he did. He thought he went to war against Lucifer and his brothers, but it was just a stupid plot point for a dating game? He had to watch Simeon suffer and follow all of Michael’s annoying orders for nothing. Why does he have to be cursed with that knowledge?

He loses his mind a bit. It takes the combined effort of Luke, Simeon, Solomon, and MC (in order of importance) to soothe some of his rage and suffering. Somehow, seeing Luke handle it relatively well knocks some sense into him. Luke is written to be younger than him, but he’s being so mature about this. Even with tears in his eyes, Luke will try to comfort Raphael – sometimes just hugging him until he stops shaking with rage.

When MC has logged off and Raphael can shut himself up in his room, he will break down and cry. It seemed to help Luke, and he wants it to help him, too.

It will take months for him to start to cope before he gets to a point where he decides to try to romance you through MC. At least he doesn’t have to worry about actually being corrupted. If anything, it feels like he’s corrupting you in a way if he can get you to want him. (Once he starts trying, he gets NSFW quickly. It numbs the pain.)

Mephistopheles

Mephisto is heartbroken to know he doesn’t exist. All his pain and jealousy was written at the whim of some human game developer. His prejudice and hatred were pointless. He doesn’t matter – although maybe that one is a relief in a way. He had been so worried about making a name for himself and being recognized by Diavolo. Suddenly, that doesn’t matter. Still, it feels like he wasted so much time and effort. It felt so real.

He’ll retreat to his home for a few days to let that realization settle in. He won’t tell his family (who weren’t cursed with self-awareness) – not that he thinks they’ll believe him. When Mephisto finally reemerges, he has resolved to accept this new version of reality. One of the first characters he sees when he returns to school is Luke. Luke smiles at him, and Mephisto’s resolve is strengthened. If Luke can come to terms with this, then he should as well.

He may not be real, but he still feels things. That is enough. Sometimes it isn’t, and Mephisto will feel heartbroken all over again – the pointlessness washing over his fake little world. In those moments, he will seek out solace – usually from Luke, Satan, or MC/you (if you still play the game).

When Mephisto isn’t feeling hurt (hell, even when he is Mephi strikes me as a fan of hurt/comfort tropes) he’ll try to romance you before he’s allowed to. Recently, he had started to get along with you and even started to like and respect you a bit. In that sense, he’s glad that he’s self-aware. He doesn’t have to wait anymore.

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Obsession {2} (t.z)

a/n: ofc i had to post this on his birthday. im extremely sorry for this. i hope this lived up to the exception and hype of the first one.

warnings: blood, injury, sad

Part 1

Enjoy!

An obsession is an idea or thought that continually preoccupies or intrudes on a person’s mind, a fixation to a troubling extent. Ever since meeting her, Trevor had been infatuated. He was caught up in the craze of love and he never wanted to let it go. It becomes dangerous when an obsession becomes known to the world.

“Mr. Zegras we need you to come with us.”

“No. I. No.” His heart raced a million miles an hour as panic and fear set in. His breathing began to rapidly increase, taking in more air than he needed at one time. His legs felt weak, nearly failing him as he tried to process just what was happening.

This wasn’t happening. No. It couldn’t. He loved her. He could never do anything to harm her. Impossible.

But nothing’s impossible.

“Please. How is she?” Jamie inquired of the doctor. He watched as the officers struggled to grab a hold of his friend. He was mesmerized at the thought that Trevor could have done something. It never crossed his mind that his friend could do something like this. Obsessed people do crazy things all the time though.

“I can’t disclose anything about Miss Y/L/N unless you're next of kin or anything like that -” The doctor was going on.

“I’m her cousin.” Jamie blurted out the first thing that came to mind. Shit. Maybe he should have said brother. It was a tricky situation he was trying to navigate. He just knew she needed someone with her since her superstar hockey player lover was currently being taken away. “The rest of her family is on the other side of the country. I’m the closest thing she has right now.”

The doctor nodded and beckoned him to follow him back to see Y/N. The medical professional told him of obvious injuries, a badly broken nose, a major facial laceration and a concussion. Jamie was told of the amount of blood pooling underneath the skin of her stomach. They were still waiting on a couple of tests to figure out the best plan of action on how to deal with it.

“Jamie? Where’s Trev?” Y/N’s eyes went wide when he approached her. She looked confused as to why her boyfriend’s best friend was there and not her boyfriend. He could tell he might not be exactly wanted at that moment. But he was the one she was going to have to settle for right now.

“He’s a bit busy right Y/N/N. How are you feeling?” A stupid question to ask. Jamie knew how she probably felt. He probably shouldn’t tell her what was going on. The revelation would do more harm than good.

“Where is he? I want him. I need to talk to him.” She pleaded, starting to get a bit worked up when things seemed to not be going her way. Jamie felt bad. He didn’t like seeing her this way. It wasn’t like her.

“They’ve taken him in for questioning. They think he may have had a hand in your attack.” The words came out like vomit. He couldn’t stop. Stupid.

“Trevor. No. He didn’t do anything. No.” Y/N coughed. Red sticky liquid erupted from her body again as monitors went crazy and Jamie was removed from the room. This wasn’t good.

Once Trevor was brought into a secluded room. He was questioned on everything that had to do with his and Y/N’s relationship, if there were any kind of fights lately, and things like that. He was asked about his profession and things that could potentially set him off on the ice.

“What happened to your hand?” The man nodded to the red mark that ran along on Trevor’s knuckle.

Trevor didn’t respond. He recalled the incident from a couple of days ago. It wasn’t anything major. Something hit his hand. The thing broke and left him with a mark on his hand. End of story.

“I’m going to give you one last chance to confess to what you did.”

Trevor was exhausted, tired and his head was killing him. He just wanted to be with her. He had no idea how to get out of this horrible situation and it seemed to only be getting worse by the minute.

“I didn’t do anything. Please. I didn’t.” Trevor couldn’t make eye contact anymore. He felt so defeated. The only thing he was possibly at fault for was introducing her to this crazy hockey world. Maybe if he had chosen to keep quiet about his relationship with Y/N this whole thing could have been avoided. The two of them could be wrapped up in each other’s arms sitting on that god awful green couch that Y/N had insisted on getting.

“Trevor, we both know that’s not true. Your car was tagged near where the attack took place. That can’t be a coincidence?” The man in front of Trevor was cut off by another stuffy looking man entering the room. He couldn’t make out what they were saying to each other since the second detective held up a folder to hide what he was saying. It must have been something big by the way the man interrogating him looked over at him.

“Y/N Y/l/N is dead.”

“No no no no.” Trevor’s hands bunched in his hair unable to comprehend what he was being told. No. Trevor wasn’t listening when the officer told him about the surgery and how there was too much blood. He started shaking his head as the tears started to roll down his face.

“There was obscure video evidence found of the attack from a building in the area. We can clearly see it isn’t you. You are free to go. I’m very sorry.”

No no no. This couldn’t be happening. Not to her. He loved her. She couldn’t be gone just like that. No. She was just here. Her heart was beating the last time he saw her. Now her body was turning as cold as the ice he skated on.

Maybe he was guilty.

Y/N was his obsession. And he showed her to the world.

I hope you guys like this! Please do let me know how much you hate me for this. Please I beg you, drop it in an ask or down below! Or if you guys have any other thoughts, comments, or complaints.

Tagging those who asked for part 2: @starsandhughes @nolanmoylee @goldenbrokenheart @equallyshaw @strangetoadroadbat @jackhughes-86 @northernvibxs @instantplaiddream @angzls @futurenhlwife @inlovewnjdevs

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lotties-ashwagandha · 1 year

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hayyyy in the morning mood for some writing from my fav writer and boom here i am. can i make a request PLEASE and THANK YOU

let’s spice up your oceans 8 masterlist yes?? LOU X READER PERHAPS???

mad as per usual you have free reign, give me something argument based tho… maybe post argument because grumpy satirical lou is a heartthrob yes

thanks babe

love you always <E

HAY BITCH HELL YEAH HOW IS THIS?? @cartoonpeoples

also. im so gay bro im too gay for this why are u doing this to me im im

WATERED-DOWN VODKA

pairing: lou miller x reader

word count: 842

notes and warnings: currently watching oceans 8 as i write this ,,, they are at subway. also everyone go say happy birthday to @cartoonpeoples

taglist: @cartoonpeoples @thedeconstructionist @cordeliass @paulsonsratched @mayfair-fleur @goodeday2u @traumatisedfangirl

- BARELY PRE-HEIST (DEBBIE JUST GOT OUT OF PRISON) -

You could hear her slamming plates in the kitchen as she put them away.

You sat in the main lobby of the theater, switching the television channel every few seconds — you were hardly able to focus on any of the movies playing, leftover fury still burning in your chest from earlier.

Debbie Ocean had gotten out of jail close to a week ago. She had been staying with the two of you, something else you and Lou had argued about, and in the end she had won as you’d known she would, under the condition that Debbie was to stay no more than a couple of days.

“She has nowhere else to go,” Lou had whispered in the kitchen upon Debbie’s arrival. “You can't expect me to leave her in the middle of New York with nowhere to stay.”

You scoffed. “Oh, I’m sure she could con herself into the fucking Ritz if she wanted to.”

Lou had tilted her head, giving you that look, the look that said everything in her silence.

At that point, you knew you were fucked.

Content with the news playing on the TV, you set the remote on the coffee table.

After a few minutes, the slamming of the dishes stopped, and the door to the kitchen opened and shut.

You sighed, a new flash of anger overcoming you. Neither of you had said anything, but her mere presence enraged you, the nonchalance with which she sat on the sofa and began to fiddle with her lighter. You wanted to knock the damn thing out of her hand — the continuous clicking, not a moment’s peace, and the worst part was she knew it got under your skin.

Lou took the remote from the coffee table, changing the channel to a heist movie.

You took it back once she had set it down, changing the channel back to the news.

Again, she changed the channel.

“So fucking childish,” you breathed, leaving the remote alone at last.

“What was that?” Lou asked, though you knew she’d heard you perfectly well.

You were silent for a while, letting everything both of you wished to say hang in the air uncomfortably. Part of you desperately wanted to go to the bedroom and lock her out, though you were intent on not ‘letting her win,’ so you stayed exactly where you were.

Abruptly, you snatched the remote, turning off the TV. “We need to talk about this.”

Lou put down the lighter. “I thought we already did.”

“How much did Debbie offer you? $16 million?”

Lou nodded, her expression relatively vacant except for a growing irritation. Her hair was a bit disheveled, and even the blazer of her burgundy suit had been lost somewhere within your bickering matches, leaving her clad only in an Arctic Monkeys t-shirt she had cut the sleeves and neck out of and a pair of burgundy suit pants.

Debbie had approached Lou about joining her in a heist almost as soon as she arrived. She was planning to rob the Met Gala, a feat unthinkable, and you were certain it would fail. You had never trusted Debbie to begin with.

“How do you know you won’t get caught if you join her?” You said quietly, and the energy in the room shifted ever so slightly, and the irritation in Lou’s features faded a bit. “Debbie went to jail for 5 years for a heist that’s nowhere near as dangerous as what she’s planning now. I don’t have the money to bail you out if you get caught.”

“Deb’s been planning this for 5 years.”

“Yeah, while she was in fucking prison.”

Lou sighed, leaning back on the sofa, her exhaustion obvious. The two of you had been arguing about the heist for hours, and neither of you were willing to compromise in the slightest. “Is it about Debbie?” She asked. “Is that why you don’t like this? You don’t seem to have a problem with the rest of the shit I do.”

“You water down vodka, Lou,” you snapped. “It’s kind of fucking different.”

Lou did not respond, only staring off into her own thoughts.

You froze for a moment, coming to a terrible yet viable conclusion, sitting up straight in your armchair. “What if I joined, too?”

Lou raised her eyebrows, trying to see if you were joking. When she realized you weren’t, she was seething. “No.”

“Why not? You act like you’re the only fucking criminal here.”

“Yeah, but it’s an unnecessary risk. If you got caught with us-”

“We would both go down,” you interrupted. “That’s the only way I’ll stay if you do this.”

“You’re so fucking difficult,” she groaned.

“What was that?” You asked, quoting her words from earlier.

The ghost of a smile passed her lips.

“Is that a yes?”

Wordlessly she nodded, stretching her arms out for you, and you joined her on the sofa, leaning into her.

She took the remote from the coffee table — she turned on the news.

#oceans 8 #lou miller x reader #lou miller #ocean’s 8 #oceans eight #ocean’s eight #lgbtq #cate blanchett #cate blanchett x reader

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trippygalaxy · 11 months

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Awesome thank you so much—I do have an emergency request. Things have been kinda rough these past few days and I was wondering if you could write some Legend x reader? Maybe something like a little bit domestic, just really sweet run of the mill daily life with him, soft and sweet stuff lol. I’m a sucker for that. Thank you so much in advance 🫶it’s much appreciated

Of course, my lovely anon! I hope this can help you, even if its just a little bit!

Edit: IM SO SORRY IF THIS IS SMALL!! Hopefully you still like it! If you want me to redo it just send in another ask! sorry again lovely anon!

Legend

You have to admit it, your favourite spot in this forsaken world is by his side. Who's side? Your dashing hero, of course! The man who's been through hell but came back stronger, the man who's laugh made your face split in two with a grin, the man who is currently laid across your lap with that oh so comforting smile.

"You're staring again, trinket." He teased, eyes squinting at you while his grin only grew. His hat has long been discarded, allowing you to comb your fingers between his soft locks.

You huff, rolling your eyes to add to your dramatics.

"Is it such a crime to admire my darling?" Tilting your head at the man in your lap, mirth in you voice as you shamelessly trace every feature of his. The blush on the tips of his ears don't go unnoticed.

You're sure he's rebutting your comment with some sarcastic yet charming remark, but it all but falls on deaf ears. You couldn't help it, really! Laying in your lap was by far the most handsome, welcoming, and loving person you have ever met. The sun rays that filtered into the cozy living room danced across his face like fireflies.

Legend's hair was softer than any fur or yarn. When you asked how he managed to keep it so silky, he jokingly said it was a gift from the goddesses. And you believed him. Playing with his hair was an experience like no other, the locks between your digits felt like the coiling of a snake --but a snake made of the finest silks! The simple act never failed to lull the hero into a sleepy state, his eyes fluttering close and his pout turning to a soft smile.

Oh, his smile…

His lips, soft and kind, moved with such elegance when he spoke. You loved the way his bottom lip stuck out ever so slightly when he asked for a kiss. Or how his lopsided smile tugged at his lips, nearly pushing his cheek to his eye.

Legend may call you his trinket, something he is proud and overjoyed to have by his side, but he will forever be your treasure. Something so precious, you'd be foolish to ever let him go, so you won't. And he'll do the same, keeping you by his side, never to be lost.

A tug at your shirt and lips crash against yours startled yelp from you. The sound quickly gets muffled between you and your lover. A moment passes and the warmth of your hero leaves you, making you lean forward to catch him once more.

You didn't notice your eyes had closed until a hand was smooshed against your cheek, blocking you from continuing your path forward and gently pushing you back once more. When you finally open them once more, you are met with the sight of a flushed Legend.

"You truly need to learn some manners, trinket." The hero fakes a pout, his head nuzzling back into your comforting lap. "A little obsessed, aren't ya?"

That breathy laugh Legend has come to love, bubbles up once more as you continue your loving admiration of the art piece that laid before you. "For you my treasure? Always!"

#trippy answers #anon ask #linked universe #linked universe au #linked universe x reader #linked universe legend #lu legend #lu legend x reader #x reader #reader insert #stories from stardust

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edrecovery-space · 1 year

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I want everyone to know that progress is still progress

you achieved that goal you set for yourself, you deserve to celebrate and feel happy about it you did that for you and you alone, not because you were told or pressured to by others and thats amazing that you accomplished it and made it this far

no mater how small, no matter how mundane or what anyone says about it, youre still doing great.

you might have just been able to take one more step on your walk, one more bite of food, youre able to do one small thing better than or that you couldnt before and its still progress, its still an accomplishment.

youre able to calm yourself or redirect it to something better or youre able to catch yourself and differentiate your disordered/irrational thoughts from rational

however you measure your progress, even if that bar or that number moves by one, maybe less than a half or a fraction, it still moved. you still made progres and you still deserve to feel good and happy about it all theres still a while bunch of progress you made whether you havnt done any yesterday, today or wont do any tomorrow, you still made it ths far.

and im so incredibly proud of you for all of that, no matter how little your progress its still your mind and body and your goals and im so happy with what you've accomplished just by making it here right now.

even if no one else is happy for you or celebrating your little victory with you, i am. im here in your corner cheering you on and i always will be. im proud of every little thing and im going to continue to be proud of and support you on the rest of your journey because you deserve it.

youre healing and no matter how long it takes, how long you still have to go ahead of you, i know you'll make it because you've come this far. no matter what setbacks and roadblocks you face im still so incredibly proud of you and i know you'll still get there in the end.

i know we can do this together, you deserve to be proud and happy and healthy and treat yourself and be loved, and you are! and im right here with you the entire way through.

no matter what it is you still did it, you made progress and whatever goals you may or may not have achieved by now im still so proud.

take it from someone who's relapsed many times and is still of faer journey making faer own bits of progress, it will be okay, you will be okay, it is okay. more than okay even, its beyond fantastic and words can only fail to express how proud i am of all of us

we made it here, we'll make it there too. i promise. now go celebrate <3

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because i cant sing for fucking shit, I just talk over my guitar, maybe slightly going with the the guitar, and loud enough to be heard just fine, but not to where you cant hear the song, because i wrote that shit my fucking self, theres no way in fucking hell im drowing it out

"Well...Its hard exactly to pick one thing, but first and foremost I'll always say I love you, and that couldn't ever be a lie...uh, so while Im pretty sure you get tired of hearing it almost every day, I'll unfortunately have to break it to you that I cant exactly let those words go away, aheh..uh.."

I take a quick breath, trying to ignore my heart pounding against my damn chest, my strumming bevoming a little slower

"Another thing ive been dying to say, is that I couldnt Imagine a better partner, or ever even fathom being with anyone else. I look forward to talking to you every damn day, and you never ever fail to make me laugh. Youve always been there for me, and I couldnt be more grateful, and I definitely couldnt be more proud of you and how far you've come...and while I could go on, we both know im not the best with words so.."

I drop down to one knee, gently so I dont hit my instrument, and while strumming with one hand, I pull out a small box.

"Sorry if we've missed the flour fight..I lost a little bit of time" I say, a nervous chuckle escaping me as I continue, popping open to reveal a ring, the lantern light shining off of it

"But..I love you. I really do. And if you'll have me, Id love to spend the rest of our days together and be your wife so..Will you marry me?"

I say, a nervous but warm smile pulling at my features.

(SORRY IF THIS IS TOO LONG)

-edgy. 🦩

As you keep talking, cash stares at you wide eyed, a purple flush starting to spread across his face

When he sees you start to get down, he gasps and puts a hand over his mouth at the sight of the ring

Cash: yes!!! Yes oh my stars- what- HEY I WATCHED MAL MAKE THIS-

He slips the ring on, and from the bushes, you hear careless whipser loudly play, mal jumps from the tree spooking you both and starts yelling at bruiser lol. Cricket is still recording, laughing as he moves the camera between you two and mal who’s now chasing bruiser, still playing the song

Cash breaks out into laughter and grabs your waist pulling you against him. He smashes his face onto yours in a passionate kiss

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single-malt-scotch · 1 year

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of course i have things to say about lim life and bdubs. you know its funny and great- of course i would love his pov. but i still feel satisfied by what i saw and i dont feel like i do. there is something very different about witnessing a player this way, something we really havent had at all. and of everyone its bdubs. the guy who is associated with time and the guy who acts out so well to the narrative in front of him. and we dont lose anything- bdubs is still bdubs.

after double life we see him team up with people he hadnt from LL-DL. something fresh. together they create a family themed around time and at the center of the map they make a clock tower. they watch every death that spawns for entertainment. regardless of his need to stay with the clockers he continuously shows attachment to TIES/etho (mostly etho). it may be in jest but the clockers point out numerous times that this behavior doesnt shock them, that of course hes like that with etho and of course its muddying his alliances. and lets not forget the grudges held by most members of TIES (eventually Skizz on the list for a bit due to killing him), a neat detail in this funny little situation.

and then for a good whole episode it does make a problem- in the sense it confuses him and everyone else as to where he lies. he later defends the hell out of etho even from the meta jokes of being washed up, later in game of putting himself in front of a group that wants to kill etho, again in offer his life that etho doesnt take. we dont get to hear his thought process, whatever commentary he may be giving about why he really wanted to be with etho again and why he struggled to make it happen. we see it through everyone else. cleo, who is amused at bdubs' very typical behavior but evermore trying to convince him to not go wot etho. etho, who gets glimpses at bdubs from afar and a few moments where they meet in private, having a connection only two close friends could have alone. the rest of TIES who takes him in in brief moments but never hearing more. overall in the end hes around and hes trying to do good, hes "trying his heart out", theres attempts being made but we can see them slip and falter from things outside of his control. the timing is never right.

but no im not done actually. his attempt to help isnt just tied to etho. bdubs has shown himself to be caring and kind, and putting himself out there in order to help others. i think thats where he fell apart- he wanted to keep it all good between clockers and TIES, despite the family dynamic putting in stone that it wasnt possible. as a whole he wanted to be in the middle and this extended to many other interactions. there wasnt a single person that bdubs was actively against this season (yes including skizz- their dynamic was on the same level after he first fight so it became mutual imo), no long building hate, and the clockers were welcoming to others too in their alliances but bdubs did still stand out as the clockers denied TIES and he held on to them. further in we get to the moments where bdubs then offers himself up. its like there was a realization on the game in episode 7, they were far enough in that he thought maybe he could help just before it got worse. he went up to jimmy who's known to die first (yet someone he hardly interacted with) and desperately and repeatedly asks to be killed and of course jimmy takes it, hes only a few minutes away. and then of course he tries again with etho, twice, including helping a fight and etho doesnt take it. you can hear bdubs in the background still laying out what etho could do.

as the season reaches its end let me wind back a bit to deaths in general. bdubs earliest death was certainly an interesting one, one fight he was so confident about and completely failed at, missing numerous hits. and this isnt a surprise to me. bdubs was actually pretty.... well he lacked a lot of kills this season. and not knowing his time for sure through the episodes made this all more interesting to watch, you know? he never seemed like he was really seeking it out. even in a stream before session 8 scar and grian both say they have no clue what bdubs' time is. im sure someone added this up but for everyone else and the average watcher, we see him fumbling or giving his time all while not thinking at all about what he had left just before the end. and then hes the first one to go out in episode 8. its not that it wasnt expected, but his time being in the dark for so much of the series leaves you not thinking about it. it didnt seem like he died that much, it didnt seem like his timer was that now- you wouldnt know for sure unless you saw his pov. most of all, we never really hear him asking for time? there arent any key moments with him saying he really needs to kill. hes fighting, hes helping, but theres barely a hint of desperation to hunt people down- he just stayed in the place he usually was, around the tower, hoping to lend a hand.

and death again. how does his series end? unexpected, completely unknowing to what would kill him. impulse had killed him once earlier and tried to a second time and the cute thing about it? they were laughing the whole time. this could be the moment where youd say impulse got the kill he wanted. and then we get to bdubs' perma death and its impulse again and he never saw it coming- out of the game first that session and left to spectate everyone until the next start to die. quietly until he gets in the chat.. not unlike LL, but not for nearly as long.

and of course, so much of his time is spent in around the clock tower. this led to all of the clocker's demise, with ow dangerous of a location it became, and its all the more in character for each of them to go out there. theres of course something poetic to take from that.

so what does bdubs give us this season? why does it still mean something despite his pov? well it can mean whatever you want it to mean, it can add up to whatever narrative you took from limited life. i dont know if we will know for sure why bdubs didnt upload outside of what he loosely stated on stream. but forever hes someone i look to for an act that has so much to take from it. intentional or not hes putting something in i never see from anyone else. there doesnt need to even be an artistic reason for his choice to not post but his choices always add up to something and i do think he goes out there knowing full well what he can do. he played a type only he can play, because its inherently just who he is and he will never stop being him and that is so great. ill never doubt his decision no matter if it was purposeful, or personal. bdubs is still bdubs and that is all that i wanted.

#limited life smp #limited life spoilers #trafficblr #bdoubleo100 #and guys please this IS a meta analysis on bdubs as a whole #this is about his ever evident and existing personality!#this is about every step we saw on the outside #and what it could mean #what it could be #and how i love him for whatever hes done and i never doubt his choices #if he didnt upload for personal reasons he deserves to do that #if he didnt upload for a specific narrative reason hes all the more allowed to #and looking at what he laid out for us in this circumstance #is something unique and not seen before

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What are your thoughts about Laudna coming back, I’m curious because this seems different from the Molly situation, the group seems incredibly determined

Oh boy, what a question.

Okay to set up for the first bit, I'm gonna address the second part of the q first:

Yeah, I think this is different. I think this is very different. I think its different in all the ways that the Bells and the M9 are so drastically different and the ways that they are two very distinct camapigns. But also in the more obvious ways- when the M9 lost Molly, they were lower leveled. They didn't have a cleric with revivify, they didn't have half their party. They didn't have anyone to turn to.

I'm trying to avoid this turning into a meta about the M9 but I think that last detail is just- so important. The Bell's have Eshteross, they have random shop owners to ask, they have distant but powerful figures who might help. The M9- did not. It was part of how they operated. More than once in early campaign they went from being mistrusted to marginally trusted and they would just- leave. Authorities were so rarely friendly. They were accusing people more than they weren't.

When Molly went down, on a snowy hill at the sword of someone who wanted to send a message- there was so, so little they could do.

And so we look at the Bells and- they've got more options. They had half their party killed but they got two of them back up and, in theory, left the battle on their own terms.

They're also, like you said. Incredibly determined.

readmore bc this got long im so sorry

Its both incredible and a little sad, honestly. I said this somewhere already, but by the end of the episode- they aren't quite grieving yet. They're hurt, they're aching from the loss, they're sad, but they haven't started grieving yet and part of that is because they are still acting. There are still things to do, avenues to exhaust. They aren't grieving Laudna yet. They can still get her back. They will, they have to. They're taking the time to sit and check in with each other and ask questions and comfort, where they can, but. Very little of that comfort has even entertained the notion of this loss being permanent. About Laudna being gone, not just lost.

(Except maybe for Orym, who is looking at Imogen and thinking of losing a loved one, having that absence be a fixture instead of an aberration. Thinking of a warm embrace, and "Not yet.")

And Imogen-

Imogen, more than the others, is probably painfully aware of Laudna's absence. A silence in her mind, an empty space at her side.

i'm not sure she can even consider the possibility of that absence becoming permanent, right now.

Im not sure any of them really can.

So... uh. on Laudna coming back: I don't know, right now. I don't think it will be too easy, but I think the Bells are going to be fighting for it, hard, for the foreseeable future. And whether it fails or succeeds in the longer term, i think (I'd hope?) itll have pretty long lasting effects.

I've deleted like an additional five paragraphs of my ~thoughts~ on it for the purposes of length and keeping it as 1 meta instead of two tacked together but:

- Some of my thoughts on Laudna's death can be found here.

- Story wise, narratively, campaign-as-a-whole/ externally, is a whole separate conversation, and one that plays a lot into personal preferences and wants and likes and... probably shouldn't go into this post.

- I think there's a lot of the ways this can go and still be done "well", by a subjective metric.

- I'd like for Laudna to come back. I also can see a world where she doesn't, and narratively thats juicy as hell, and also devastating. (edit: like full honesty, devastating and also chock full of potential, yknow?)

- No matter the specifics- Laudna mattered, and will continue to matter, and I think that's the main thoroughline I'm looking for.

- edit: and- alongside that- id want her death to matter too- whatever that might look like.

#oh god im so sorry. listen im going through asks VERY slowly rn and its because my meta braincell is actively fighting me #you can tell when its happening bc all my metas become 3x length and way more winding. so uh. sorry.#critical role #cr spoilers #c3e34 #spar speaks #ask away!#bell's hells #the mighty nein #ive got like So Many competing thoughts about narrative and fairness and m9 and the bells and their brittle optimism and imogen and LAUDNA-#that none of them are coming out right. alas.#character meta #i realize this. maybe doesnt answer your question. so uh. feel free to ask it again if so. and ill get to it.... someday. hopefully.#my meta #?

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sort of a shitty prompt but shaunanat on the night of the party in ep1s1. maybe natalie feels bad after shauna defended her and she didn’t stick up for shauna when she and tai were fighting so nat tries to worm her way back into shauna’s good books by spending time with her and she asks for a ride home and they fuck in shauna’s car. nat’s world is fucking rocked and she’s whipped on shauna but shauna wants to keep it a secret and nat will do anything for her (if you were into doing a series i would be so so so so grateful) but if not, even a sentence will do

knee deep in the passenger seat (is it casual now?)

wc: 1k

not nsfw really, pretty much just a little making out

a/n: sorry its been a bit!! high holidays + schoolwork are def making writing hard rn! thank you sm for the prompt tho <3 i havent written a ton for yj yet so sorry if anything seems ooc, im still trying to figure out how to write them!

i super want to make this a series if anyone has any prompts or hc about secret relationship shaunanat!!

Nat prided herself on her walls. The way she built everything up carefully so the constant remarks and insults slated at her could never make their way through. She could give less of a shit about what Tai said, none of it was anything new. What got to Nat, though, was Shauna thinking she needed defending.

"Oh, fuck off, Shauna. I don't need you to defend me." she snapped back without a second thought because, seriously, who the fuck did Shauna think she was. There was really no other time to react before Jackie whisked them all away in an attempt to fix their deeply fucked up intrapersonal relationships before nationals. It was because of Jackie's brilliant idea that Nat was now face to face with an annoyed-looking Shauna Shipman, who clearly would rather be speaking to anyone else out of the group. They stand there wordless until Jackie pulls Shauna away for one reason or another, and Nat is left staring at the two.

The night continues, and Nat is unsure why she can't get Shauna off her mind. It bothers her, in a way she hasn't really been bothered before, that Shauna keeps sending glares across the fire. This wasn't typical Scatorccio, and Nat knew that. Where the fuck were her walls right now? She hid her sulking pretty well by hiding in a corner with Kevyn until she watched Shauna frown into Jackie's back as they hugged goodbye, and Jackie took off with Jeff. If there was a time for her to silence the ache she had to make things up to Shauna, this was it.

"Hey, Shipman," Nat said as she approached the girl, hoping that if she ignored what had happened earlier, Shauna would forgive her. And if Shauna forgave her, she would never have to think about the stupid pang in her stomach again. Shauna doesn't give a verbal response, instead opting to look up from her drink and wait for whatever else Nat has to say.

"Tough night, huh?" Nat chuckles with her words, hoping to lighten the tension between them and failing. The space between them lulls for a moment before Shauna finally decides to end her silence. "What do you want?" she says. It's evident in her voice that she's trying to be venomous, but her voice quivers too much for it to give the effect she wants. "

"Look, I'm sorry for snapping at you." she flinches a little at her own words, not sure if she really wants to be saying them, but keeps going, "You were just trying to defend me, and it was cool of you." Shauna nods along to the apology before asking, "Anything else?"

Maybe it was how small Shauna looked, or just her brown eyes holding Nat's so firmly, but Nat gave out an unexpected "Yes, actually." She wasn't quite sure what she was saying, and before she knew it, "Could you give me a ride home?" Another long silence preceded a quiet "Sure."

It was a quiet walk to the car, which Shauna had parked quite a bit away from where the party had happened. As Nat reached for the passenger seat door, a hand with neatly painted purple nails beat her, too. "Ladies first," Shauna let out awkwardly. Nat let out a small laugh and tipped her head in thanks.

"I didn't take you for a nerd, Shipman," Nat said as Shauna loaded herself into the driver's seat. "What, the all AP schedule didn't clue you in," she retorted. "I mean, you're just so brooding, and I didn't know the two could go hand in hand," Nat chuckled back. Shauna just rolled her eyes and started the car with a laugh.

Against her better judgment and every instinct, Nat asked if Shauna wanted to talk about it. The other girls' hesitation was obvious, and Nat wasn't offended. They rarely spoke during practice, let alone outside of it. But something about Shauna was enamoring Nat tonight, and she just couldn't fight it.

"It's just Jackie being Jackie. I mean first, she drags me to a party I don't want to go to, gets me ready in a way acceptable to her, and then dips with Jeff because he wants to 'show her something,'" She takes a breath in an attempt to calm herself, it doesn't work, "it really shouldn't get to me anymore, right? Like I should be used to it by now, I know-"

"You shouldn't." the sound of Nat's voice surprises the both of them. "Sorry, it's just that you shouldn't have to get used to it. You deserve better." She says and turns out the window. Shauna nods, the force of which tugs the stray tears in her eyes down her face.

After a few seconds of silence, Nat finds herself putting her hand atop Shauna's that lays on the center console and squeezes. Shauna takes her eyes off the road for a moment to find Nat's and then pulls over onto the next empty road she can find.

It's awkward at first but sweet. Shauna was on top of Nat in the passenger seat, kissing until their bodies demanded them to breathe. It wasn't until Shauna accidentally hit the lever to push the seat back that they considered doing anything more.

Shauna made the first advance, disconnecting her mouth from Nat's to take off her shirt, an idea Nat gladly agreed to and repeated on Shauna. Then, Shauna was all over. Down her sharp chin collar bones until she reached her first destination. "Can I?" Shauna asked, motioning her head towards the girls' breasts. Nat made no verbal response, only able to nod emphatically at the idea.

The drive after that was very still. Both girls too scared to break the deafening silence of the car. In the last stretch of the drive, Nat made her last impulse statement of the night.

"I had a nice time tonight, with you," she swallows, "and if you were ever up for it again, just, y'know, give me a call. Or something"

"Yeah. I'd like that."

"Cool"

The two connect hands over the center console, and silence claims its place in the car again, but this time, it's a comfortable one.

Before getting out of the car, Nat tugs Shauna in for a chaste kiss before holding an imaginary hat brim and tipping her head in thanks. Shauna gives a giggle and answers with an "Anytime, M'lady."

She waits until Nat is in the door to leave, and Nat watches her take off from the window.

a/n:

writing down bad natalie scatorccio is going to become a hobby i can tell. i wanna maybe do this from shauna POV next and then maybe more chapters forward, if theres any interest in it!!

anyway thank you so much for reading!!

#yellowjackets #shauna shipman #nat scatorccio #natalie scatorccio #yellowjackets showtime #ellie writes yj #shaunanat #shaunat #shauna shipman x natalie scatorccio #nat scatorccio x shauna shipman #shauna sadecki #shauna yellowjackets #natalie yellowjackets #yellowjackets fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #shauna shipman 1996 #natalie scatorccio 1996 #nat scatorccio 1996

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