#idk how you made it this far. i guess if you did. can you send me some zoo maps or leaflets you collected before the pandemic

[handmade-witch]

Be Mine - Happy Valentine's Day 💝

Pairing: Theodore Nott x Reader

[[AN: kinda modern AUish? Idk Theo makes a ur mom joke (i'm sorry I couldn't help myself) - enjoy! 😂💞]]

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Read Draco's story here <3

Read Enzo's story here <3

You flop on your bed, sighing heavily. Pansy, your roomate, used to your dramatic antics, doesn't even look up from the magazine she's flipping through.

"What's wrong," she asks plainly. The pages crinkle softly as she turns them.

"I swear everybody in this whole damn school has a Valentine for tomorrow except me." You groan. You grab a pillow and proceed to shove your face into it, letting out a frustrated groan.

"Oh come on I'm sure not everyone has a date for tomorrow."

"Says you," you grumble through the fabric of your pillow. "You and Draco are all in love or whatever, and-"

"We are not in love." She cuts you off. If your head was not buried in the pillow, you would've seen how her face flushed red at the suggestion.

"Whatever." You huff, "As I was saying, you and Draco, Daphne and Blaise, i think Enzo's going out with some Ravenclaw, and knowing Mattheo he's likely already picked out his one night stand." You sit up, hugging the pillow against your chest. "I guess I'm just destined to be alone this year. Maybe I'll buy myself roses. Is that as pathetic as it sounds?"

Pansy chuckles at your dramatic ranting. "Maybe just a smidge pathetic." She teases. She looks up from her magazine and meets your eyes. "You're forgetting someone."

You feel the heat rise in your cheeks. "Please don't," you grumble, "the thought of him with other girls makes me want to throw up." You squeeze the pillow tightly.

"As far as I'm aware he does not have a date." She shrugs innocently, looking back down at the magazine in her lap.

"As far as you are aware." You roll your eyes. "How would you even know?"

"Well Draco hasn't mentioned anything and you know how much he loves gossip."

You chuckled. Your blonde friend did have a reputation as the school's biggest gossip. If you wanted to know anything about anyone he would be the person to ask.

"Well you know Theo," you sighed. You knew Theo- perhaps almost better than you knew yourself- and that's what made this so hard. "He's a private guy."

"Maybe you should just ask him out? Ya know, grab the bull by its horns or whatever."

"And risk him rejecting me and ruining our friendship? I'd rather just be alone tomorrow." You groan and flop back on the bed.

"Just think about it." She replies.

•••

At the same moment, Mattheo, Theodore, and Draco are playing a game of pool in the common room. Mattheo leans over the table, holding the cue stick steady as he lines up his shot.

"So Theo..." Mattheo starts. He hits the cue ball, sending it rolling into another ball with a clink, which rolls into the pocket. "Plans for tomorrow?"

Theodore frowns. Mattheo knew he didn't have plans for tomorrow so why would he bring it up?

"Yeah with your mom" he mutters, leaning over to line up his own shot.

Draco cackles. Mattheo punches Draco in the arm.

"Why didn't you ask someone out? It's not like you have to marry them or anything. Just go out and have some fun." Mattheo shrugs, using his cue stick to lean on nonchalantly.

"There's no one I was interested in asking." Theo shrugged, leaning against a piece of nearby furniture.

Draco scoffs as he hits his shot. "Oh that's the biggest lie you've ever told."

Theo's jaw tightened and his ears turned red. "Shut up Malfoy."

"You two are insufferable." He complains, "just kiss already so the rest of us can move on with our lives."

"Why didn't you just ask [Y/N]?" Mattheo asks.

Draco answers the question for Theo. "Wah I don't want to ruin our friendship. Oh they don't see me like that. Blah blah blah," Draco mocks. Now Theodore punches him in the arm.

"No need to be so aggressive." He pouts, rubbing his shoulder.

The group falls silent as they continue their game but Theodore's mind is distracted by thoughts of you. He wanted so badly to ask you to be his Valentine but Draco was right. He didn't think you saw him that way and he didn't want to ruin the friendship you two had.

•••

You sat at breakfast the next morning, scowling into your coffee. You were in a proper foul mood with reminders of your own loneliness everywhere you turned. The only reason you had gotten out of bed was because Pansy had told you she had a suprise for you and that she would not give it to you umless you did. When you did get up, she presented you with a stuffed animal that read "Best Friends" across it's belly and a box of your favorite chocolates. You had to admit that it was a sweet and kind gesture. You hugged Pansy tightly and thanked her before you both got ready and headed down for breakfast.

Now that you were at breakfast you were regretting your decision. Flowers and heart-shaped boxes and teddy bears surrounded you. Couples holding hands, hugging, and kissing were everywhere you turned. You pretend to be very interested in your pancakes when Draco joined the table, kissing Pansy sweetly. You plaster a smile on your face when Blaise and Daphne walk up hand-in-hand. And when Theodore takes his seat next to you, you don't acknowledge him, which he thinks is odd. You always say good morning to him.

He nudges you lightly with his elbow. "You okay?" He asks, concern lacing his features.

"Just peachy." You grumble, taking a long sip of coffee.

"So what are you up to tonight?" Theo asks.

You sigh heavily. You really didn't want to be telling him this but you can't help the snarky remark that falls from your lips-- "Got a hot date with a bottle of wine."

Pansy snickers from her spot across the table. You shoot her a glare and stick out your tongue.

•••

The day drags by. You try your best to pay attention in class but the excitement of the day has everyone distracted. You find yourself just watching the minutes tick by on the clock.

Theodore studies you rather than his school material throughout the day. He reads the dissappointed expression in your face and it leaves a sad pang in his heart. He had a guilty feeling sitting like a rock in his stomach.

When class ends you practically run to your dorm room. You immedietly shed your school uniform and change into your comfiest clothes. You rummage through your wardrobe to pull out a hidden bottle of wine. You tore open the chocolates and made a bag of popcorn. And when that was ready you crawled under the covers and turned on Tangled, uncorking the bottle and taking a sip.

Theodore is in the courtyard leaning against a pillar and smoking a cigarette. He was mentally kicking himself. God he was pathetic, he thought. He watched a couple walk across the lawn, hand-in-hand. He sighed, putting out his cigarette and stalking off towards the dorms.

You felt a twinge of annoyance when the sound of a knock startled you out of your immersion in the film. You dragged yourself over to the door. You started to say "What do you want," in an angry tone but when you saw it was Theodore, your words died in your throat.

Theodore looked you up and down. You are wearing an oversided hoodie and are holding the stuffed animal Pansy gave you. Your cheeks and eyes were red.

"Are you crying?" He asks, taking a step forward.

You take a step back into your room. You wipe your tears on the sleeve of your sweatshirt. "Don't judge me, it's a heartfelt movie." You grumble.

Theo holds his hands up in defense, "I wasn't judging." He took a deep breath, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I came to apologize," he sighed. "I feel like I messed this up big time."

Your eyebrows draw together, giving him a confused stare. You had no idea what he was talking about.

He sighed again, looking into your eyes with a soft gaze. "I'm sorry. I should've asked you to be my Valentine."

Your eyes trace the features of his face as you take in his words. "Why didn't you?"

Theo ran a hand through his hair. "I- I got in my own head. Convinced myself you wouldn't want me to ask you."

You hug the stuffed animal tight to your chest, twisting your body back in forth slightly as your eyes fall to his shoes.

"Theo.." you say in a small voice. "You were the only person I wanted to ask me."

Theo takes a step forward and you don't take a step back this time. He gently brushes your arm with his fingertips. He angles his head to try to look in your eyes. "I'm sorry. Is there any chance you would give me a do over?"

"Valentine's day is almost over." You mumble, shrugging your shoulders in defeat.

"Well then we can pretend tomorrow is Valentine's day. Let me make it up to you. Please?" His blue eyes are soft and pleading.

"Yeah, okay." You sigh, a soft smile finding its way to your face.

Theo grins in response... before turning around and swiftly walking out of your room and closing the door behind him. Your jaw drops open in shock. 'What the fuck just happened?' Moments later you hear a knock.

"What the--?" Theo is now standing in front of your door, holding your favorite flower out to you.

"[Y/N] will you be my Valentine."

You break into a real smile now, grinning from ear to ear as you except the flower with a soft chuckle. "Of course." You step back gesturing to the room behind you. "Care to join me for a not-Valentine's-day movie night?"

Theo returns your grin and nods.

•••

After that it becomes a special tradition: for as many years as you and Theo date, he never takes you out on the 14th-- always the 15th. 💞

#slytherin boys #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #theo nott x reader #lorenzo berkshire #blaise zabini #draco malfoy #harry potter universe #matteo riddle #Spotify

[atom-writings]

omgg i cant stop giggling n kicking my feet BUT can i request gn!reader 'accidentally' leaving a lipstick kiss mark on russia, america, canada, greece and japan before they leave for the day and the countries dont notice until either from a mirror or someone else points it out? AAOUGUGGH

hetalia russia, america, canada, greece, and japan when their s/os leave a kiss in lipstick

1.6k words ~ gender neutral headcanons

tw: none!

a/n: hjey guys did you know being a costume director is time consuming? i did not. send help. also enjoythis idk

Russia

It was never an easy affair to get Ivan out of the house. His clinginess combined with how admittedly boring his job was made it near impossible for him to leave without you forcing him to. Today was one of those days, and you were beginning to think you’d have to leave with him.

"But darling, can't you understand? It's so cold and miserable out there..." He whines as he holds you.

He's got you positioned so that you're standing between his legs while he sits on the couch, his arms wrapped tightly around you and his head resting against your chest. So... no escape available without coaxing.

"I know, I know, but you'll be late..."

"They will be ok without me, but I won't be ok without you!"

All you can do is sigh until you're suddenly struck with an idea. You can't go with him, but you can leave something with him. And looking down at his snow-white skin, you have just the idea.

"But you won't have to be without me, Vanya!" You chide, tilting his head up to look at you. His face lights up instantly.

"What do you mean?"

Instead of responding, you lean down and press a soft kiss against his forehead, leaving a pink imprint of your lips on his face.

"That one was magic, ok? It'll stay with you the whole day, so I'll always be with you!" It's childish, and you're struggling not to laugh, but his innocent expression tells you all you need to know. He'll finally let you go, none the wiser as to what you really meant.

-

"Ah- Mr. Braginsky..." Some random intern was forced to prompt later in the day, his tone fearful as to how Ivan would react.

"Yes?"

"You... you have something on- on your face..."

"Huh?" He reaches up to wipe where the intern had gestured, but only smiles when he comes away with your favourite lipstick. He decides that whatever left can stay... it's just your magic, after all.

America

Alfred was a busy man for all the effort he expended to prevent that exact reality. He'd much rather spend all day playing video games at home with you, but duty calls. Though, now, was just glad that for once, you were busy as well.

“Hey, babe!” He greets you with a bright smile, resting his hand on your shoulder before moving to sit across from you. The meeting spot he had chosen was busy, but at least it wasn't far from either places you two needed to be.

“Were you waiting long?”

“No, not really,“ You respond with a sigh, twirling the straw in your drink.

”Well, that's good because uh- bad news, I won't be able to stay l-“

”Ugh! Seriously?“

He shrinks a little, fidgeting with his hair, ”Yeah, I know, but like- I can't reall-“

”Do they know you're a person? Like, a person who needs to live?“

“Technically, I'm not, babe,” He laughs, “But I appreciate how protective you are anyway.“

He continued to talk with you for a while, about your day, his day, a weird guy he saw on the street, about how you can't keep threatening his boss because he's the president- until after only a few moments, his phone rang.

He sucked in a quick breath and accepted it, only speaking for a second. Then, he got up with a dramatic groan.

“That's my cue. I guess I'll see you later, K?”

But he wasn't about to get away that easy. You shot up, grabbing onto his tie and pulling closer so you could kiss his cheek quickly.

“For good luck,” You assure, and he grins.

-

“What are you guys laughing about?” Alfred asks as soon as he goes back to work, looking nervously at the group of co-workers pointing at him.

“Got something on your face, man!”

Instantly, he realizes what happened and hurriedly wipes it off. His face is red with embarrassment, but he can't deny the butterflies in his stomach.

Canada

No matter how long you've been together, Matthew never stopped trying to be the picture-perfect boyfriend. At least, that's what you thought as he chose to show up with roses when he came to pick you up. It might've been a fancy event, but you're sure no one else would be doing that kind of thing. But who were you this kind of attention?

“Uhm- good evening, Y/N,” He stutters out as you let him come in for a moment.

“Awww, you shouldn't have!“ You take the roses from him and set them aside.

”It- It's nothing, really-“

”Most men wouldn't even think of that anymore...“ You assure him. He looks sheepish now as if he hadn't expected you to like your gift.

”Then- then, um- they should learn how to t-treat their partners...“

How cute. You walk over to him and stand on your toes to kiss his cheek, to which he immediately stiffens and blushes.

“Thank you, Matthew.”

“Ye-Yeah, uh-huh- yeah- y-you're welcome,” He mumbles, looking down in embarrassment. The colour gracing his cheeks almost perfectly matches the mark your lipstick left behind. You begin to say something about it, but before you can, he frantically cuts you off.

“So- we should get g-going right? Right, time to go...” He blurts out, taking your hand and almost dragging you out to the car.

-

Finally, once you two arrived at the event, you gathered the courage to tell him.

While you two walked, arm in arm, up to the main entrance, you suddenly blurted out, ”You have lipstick on your cheek!“

Except by that time, more than a couple of people had seen him. causing him to instantly freeze up.

The colour drained from his face, and he weakly whimpered out, ”Um, c-could you- uh- g-get it?“

You immediately obliged, cleaning off his cheek. He was embarrassed, but it was still on his mind all night.

Greece

“But do you have to?”

“Yes.”

“But-”

“I’m not getting out of this one, ok?”

“But I don’t want you to go…” His protests were typical, but that didn’t make them any less annoying. Although, it’s hard to resist him when he’s clinging to you like a lost puppy and he smells like he just finished cooking.

“It’ll only be a few hours, ok?” You sigh, finally finishing your makeup.

All he can do now is whine softly, which makes you realize there may be only one way to stop his desperate clinginess. You turn around in his arms, take his pleading face in your hands, and press frenzied kisses all over it. Instantly, his eyes light up and his lips form a dopish smile, and you know you’re free.

“Is that better?” You ask, and he nods. But before you let go, you have to admire how silly he looks with your lips painted all over his face.

-

By the time you return home, it’s already dark. The house is quiet, and when you check the time, you realize he would’ve fallen asleep hours ago. But considering how exhausted you are already, it’s nothing but a relief.

When you enter your shared bedroom, your thoughts are confirmed. He’s already passed out, his broad body splayed haphazardly over your blankets. At first, you don’t think anything of it. But when you turn on the light to get ready for bed, you notice the red stains still sitting on his cheeks.

Somehow, throughout the entire rest of the day, he never looked in the mirror long enough to notice the lipstick covering his face. Or, maybe he did, and just decided that your tokens of affection could stay.

Japan

Kiku was never late. Not even when tired, sick, or at war, was he late to anything. So, the one day that he allowed himself to relax with you, was naturally the first day in centuries that he hadn’t been an hour early. 

“It’s gonna be alright!” You call out from the bathroom while you do your makeup, and he doesn’t even waste the time to respond. Even from all the way across the house, you can hear him desperately throwing things together.

“It is not alright!”

“You’ll still be on time!” That doesn’t seem to convince him to calm down at all, as you can hear his panicked breaths growing louder as he makes his way over to the entry door.

“Wait, wait, hold on,” You insist, and he pauses for a moment. When you meet him at the door, he looks a mess. His hair was askew, his eyes wild with panic, and his tie nearly all the way to the side.

You sigh and begin tidying him up. He relaxes under your touch, you can tell even from under his layers of stoicism; although he can’t allow himself to bask in your attention for long.

“I must go-”

“I know, I know, just…” You pull him forward, quickly pressing a kiss to his cheek. He blushes but doesn’t let that distract him. In a moment, he’s gone out the door.

-

After a frenzied drive into the city, he can finally breathe a sigh of relief. 10 minutes early… not great, but enough. He looks in the mirror one last time, making sure he looks his best before he finally steps out into the public when he notices it. The print of your lipstick, still on his cheek.

His touch lingers on it for a moment, his breathing stilling, before he rubs it off. You’ll just have to replace it later, he tells himself before he finally steps out of the car.

#not proofread at all #heta tag #hetalia imagines #hetalia x reader #ivan tag <3 #aph russia x reader #alfred tag #aph america x reader #hws america x reader #hws russia x reader #matthew tag #aph canada x reader #hws canada x reader #heracles tag #aph greece x reader #hws greece x reader #kiku tag #aph japan x reader #hws japan x reader

[shxtodxroki]

𝙻𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚘 𝚂𝚎𝚝𝚜

Warnings: Swearing

Send me the name of your favorite character and I’ll write a drabble for them! :)

“Keigo, what the fuck are you doing?” Your harsh tone startled your boyfriend, jumping up in surprise at your sudden appearance in the living room entryway as a bashful smile immediately made its way across his face. He immediately raised his hands in mock surrender, knowing better than to push you past your mental limit at this late hour.

“Sorry babe, I was trying not to wake you up but I just had to get out here and build this Lego set.” He responded sheepishly, your expression only growing more unamused as you glanced pointedly at the clock, both of you staring at the bright red “2:33 AM” reflecting across its screen. Your boyfriend only shrugged in response to your hint, however, eyes immediately diverting back to the Lego set he had just begun building. “How was I supposed to wait, they made a Lego version of my agency! Look, there’s even a mini Hawks Lego figure!” He added smugly, holding up his miniature Lego self to show off to you.

“You asshole, we were supposed to build that together!” You shrieked, eyes now wide to show that you were more than awake thanks to your oh-so-wonderful boyfriend’s late night antics. “You suck so much Keigo, waking me up at 2AM only to find out you started the Lego set without me, I can’t believe you!” You shook your head disapprovingly to up the dramatics, wanting Keigo to know how much of a massive betrayal this was to you.

“I’m sorry babe, it was just so cool! How was I supposed to wait to build my own agency out of Legos when it's just sitting here in our living room?” He asks as if the answer to his question was obvious, grinning despite his attempts to be serious and dramatic along with you. “You could always join me now, you know. I only just started, so we could still build it together.”

You took another glance at the clock at his words, knowing that you really should be getting back to sleep, but also knowing that you didn’t really care.

You still had to pretend that you did, though, so with a huff of fake disappointment and an exaggerated roll of your eyes, you muttered a, “Fine, if you insist on doing this now, then I guess I’ll join you.” as you sat down right beside him.

The way your body instantly leaned into Keigo’s warmth gave away what you both already knew, though; you were never truly mad, you were more than happy to spend this time with him, even if it meant waking up far too early in order to do so. And as your hand made it’s way to his, fingers locked tightly together as he pressed a kiss to your knuckles in silent apology for the early wake-up, you both knew that you’d never want to be anywhere else but here in this moment, placing a Lego figure of your infuriatingly adorable boyfriend onto the base and grinning at the real life Keigo right beside you. 

Request - Anonymous said: said: ohhhh for the ask game, my favourite it's keigo if you write something cute for him i'll love u foreverrr 😭💞

A/N: I thought this was a really cute idea hehe, idk why but I've had Lego sets on my mind recently and have been wanting to build that, so I decided to write this to sort of quell that urge lol. My requests are still open right now, so if you have a request of your own please feel free to send it in! :)

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Hello :) I’m not used to asking questions on here but I’m just curious and I coupdn’t stop myself. How do you think they can turn this whole season the way so it has nothing to do with Buddie. Because since the first episode of season 7 they’ve been writing their lines with kind of a deeper meaning, in a way that can be understood like a foreshadowing in them going canon (like the whole jealousy plot where Buck is still so obviously confused to what/who he wanted, Tommy’s „MY attention?”, the coming out scene when Buck says he’s relieved and he looks anything but). I have my clown shoes on and I don’t see how they can end this season without giving us a hint at Buddie (my guess is Buck will have some kind of feelings realisation about Eddie) but knowing what they did to couch theory and other times where they crushed shippers hopes showing only their friendship and nothing more I’m trying to brace myself for another dissapointment. Like, we are all just so sure about Buddie, but what if the writers throw another curveball at us? And what could that curveball possibly be? Anyways, hope you have a nice day! 😊

Hello! Thank you for taking the time to send me a question! I’m always happy to answer 🥰

Here’s the thing, the last two seasons were all weird bc we had another show runner who point blank made it clear she wasn’t on board with Buddie being romantic in any way. She legit called that will reveal scene platonic and said it’s normal for best friends bc her mother and her female best friend did the same thing. She was allergic to queer people. We have the return of show runner who was the original show runner. He was always pro Buddie even if he never point blank said so. This man killed off Shannon bc he knew the fans were angry with her for leaving her child. He liked a tweet that said Shannon was Eddie’s beard. He’s been proactively and consistently sharing Buddie content before the season even started. Also talking about how much he enjoys Buck and Eddie’a dynamic and is going to try to hit that in every episode. The first episode was very much a reintroduction and what did they do? They showed Buck, Eddie, and Christopher as a whole ass family unit. They made it clear to everyone tuning in that those three are a family together.

Now I think the reason Eddie is soooo heavily intertwined with Buck’s scenes is bc it’s intentional. I also am under the impression, as I’ve said many times recently, that Tim not only spoke to Oliver earlier in the season about his plans, but also Ryan. There’s a deliberate reason as to why Oliver and Ryan are actively promoting this season together. I will die on this hill that Ryan is fully aware. And we had that confirmed when Lou pretty much said it was originally supposed to be Tommy and Eddie but things didn’t work out. So what that actually tells me is that Tim has plans to make BOTH Buck and Eddie queer. And he’s going with Buck first but will eventually get to Eddie. They already planted massive seeds in 7.05 by bringing up religious guilt and all that talk about Eddie’s Catholicism. It’s happening and that is a far better way to tell Eddie’s story than him being kissed by a man randomly. So I just, idk even with this new interest in Buck and Tommy, I truly don’t think it’s something that will divert the writers and show runner from their original plans, I should hope not. They can’t dismiss 6 years of development for a new love interest especially when said love interest is a literal copy of Eddie. So I don’t think they’ll switch gears and I think we’re on the same page as to what is coming up for them. Literally the fact that they made Buck bi confirms to me that Buddie is inevitable.

#juju answers #sopphiex #buddie #tommy kinard #911 speculation

[shriekshrike]

y’know what’s really interesting about last night’s episode is that it really revealed the BIGGEST flaw that bells hells has as a party:

they don’t fucking trust each other enough. or rather, they don’t trust themselves.

sure, they have the “you can have my back, you can save my life, you can heal me and switch places with me in a fight, you can head into danger and come out just fine” trust because if they didnt, they wouldn’t have made it this far. literally.

but they’re all so fucking careful when it comes to their suspicions! chet never says anything to anyone about dusk, orym doesn’t say shit about reading chet’s and dusk’s lips, imogen doesn’t say boo about not being able to read dusk’s mind. it’s not that they don’t think the others aren’t capable, but more like “if i don’t get all my ducks in a row no one will believe me” which!! is so much. to think about.

because when it’s said like that it’s not like they don’t trust one another, it’s more like they DON’T TRUST THEMSELVES individually! which makes so much sense! ashton got betrayed by ppl they thought they knew better than anyone else in the world, FCG finds out someone they thought was dead is actually alive and never bothered to get them back and they’re also fucking glitching more and more often and he finds out not only did dancer not make them but also they are MUCH MUCH older than anything or anyone else they’ve ever met (pre divergence BABY aeor is for LOVERS nd robits), imogen was a hermit in her own fucking home bc no one wanted to be around the girl who could get into your head (not like she had a choice sometimes) and she doesn’t trust herself not to somehow cross lines with people whether that be on accident or on purpose, laudna licherally spent 30 years post-death being ousted from town to town because people found her a freak and a witch and has a DEAD NECROMANCER WHO KILLED HER IN HER HEAD, fearne is slowly coming to realization that her parents maybe weren’t sending her post cards all those years and that her life really wasn’t all it was cracked up to be and her memory is a little fucky (that feywild shit, huh), orym still probably feels residual survivor’s guilt in being unable to protect the one person who really truly mattered to him and sees it as a failing in himself rather than just something that happened, chet is a werewolf who literally gets run out of towns because of what he is and he could literally lose control if he’s too hurt or out of it and hurt someone else (as seen w orym)

like they’re so...aware of the trust they have for one another, but because they don’t trust themselves, they never SAY SHIT bc they’re always second guessing their suspicions which is so fascinating to watch; they don’t trust themselves enough to follow their instincts to trust one another even moreso. they’ve all got like folie a deaux but it’s mass imposter syndrome instead.

and it’s not like dusk knew that abt the bells, but it worked so well in dusk’s favor bc even if it was an 11th hour realization and discovery for the pc’s who did start to get suspicious, it would have been enough time to maybe do something. but they DIDN’T and it kinda doomed them!

after this i hope they get more...confident in their own capabilities. or at least learn to trust their own guts without needing confirmation or waiting for all the chips to land. sometimes, you just gotta listen to the sirens in ur head because that’s the part of u that wants u to survive no matter what.

dusk says a lot of shit and idk how much was truth laced with the sweetness of lies you wanna hear, but they got one thing fucking right. bells hells are special. and they gotta realize it before it really lands them in hotter fucking water.

#cr spoilers #critical role #bells hells #i wuv them and i think about them a lot ok #they really gotta trust themselves #as much as they trust one another.

[spicyspiders]

My boy Rodolfo needs some love <33

Could you do Rudy x male reader where they're at a bar , probably getting drinks with Alejandro and They all get a little drunk. Rudy gets like really flirting with reader , I fully believe that man can say the most filthy shit he just needs a little liquid courage. Eventually it leads to reader and Rudy making out and yk go somewhere private to fuck

Idk if you do two characters x readers , if you do could you have Alejandro join Rudy and reader ? Like he feels left out and tbh horny when he sees them making out and asks to join

I love your writing , hope you're having a great day <33

In this, they're office workers and Alejandro is their boss. There isn't smut in this, but it's implied at the end.

“What?” You looked up from where you had just been staring at the table. You weren’t sure how long you had been looking, but when you looked up, Rodolfo had a big grin on his face. 

“More drinks?” Alejandro asked, or you guessed, just repeated. 

“No,” a slow smile spread across your face, “I think I’m good for now,” you had found a good point at which everything felt good. Well, not everything felt good, because when Alejandro stepped away from your table and headed to the bar, your smile fell.

“What?” Rudy asked, looking you up and down. 

“Why did you invite him?” You hissed. 

He held his hands up in defense, “he said he was buying. Besides,” he glanced over to the bar, “he’s a good guy.”

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, he wasn’t that bad. Especially as far as bosses go. Really, the night could have been way worse, had he been awkward while he watched the two of you drink while he slowly sipped on his. The alcohol, you had come to learn, only loosed Alejandro up and made him add more to the conversation. 

Throughout the night, he had even managed to pull a few laughs out of you. All of which made a smug smile stretch across Rudy’s lips. An expression that you tried your best to ignore. 

“Yeah, I guess,” you grumbled out. When yet another one of those smiles settled on his face, you pushed away from the table and stumbled off to the bathroom. You thought you could hear a shout that vaguely sounded like your name, but you ignored it, and kept walking. 

“Having fun?” Alejandro asked when you stepped up to the mirror after finishing up at the urinal. 

You stood there in confusion, looking back and forth from the door to where you just had stood. Maybe you had drank more than you thought. 

“Surprisingly, I am,” you said, switching on the water and then lathering up your hands. You physically cringed when you stuck your hands under the water. You weren’t sure if it was from how hot the water was, or because of how the words sounded when you heard them. 

Before you could apologize, Alejandro smiled and grabbed some paper towels to dry off his hands, “I get it, grabbing drinks with your boss can be awkward, especially when he invited himself out.” Again, he did something else to make you happy that he came, this time by grabbing some paper towels and handing them to you. 

He hadn’t been your boss for very long, and when he moved his way into that position, based on first impressions, you thought he was kind of an asshole. You quickly learned that he was more so a no-nonsense boss, which you had come to respect. 

“Wow, such a gentleman,” you smiled softly. 

He almost looked embarrassed by your words, but a small smile appeared on his lips. You could hear him say something under his breath, but the music from the bar was seeping into the bathroom and made it hard to hear. 

To further prove your words, he opened the bathroom door for you, “thanks again,” you said, sending another small smile his way. 

Alejandro walked close behind you as you both walked back to the table, and nearly bumped into you when you had to stop. His warm hand settled on the small of your back to steady you, “what a dick,” he said loud enough for you to hear. 

“Yeah,” you murmured, and watched on as another patron tripped his way up to the bar. 

When you got back to the table, Rudy was shaking his head, “you can’t even go to the bathroom on your own,” he said, because of course he had seen the whole thing. 

“I got lost at the office one time.” You said, sounding annoyed. 

“Seriously?” Alejandro asked. When you didn’t answer, a laugh burst from his chest.

Almost by reflex, your middle finger nearly went up at him, but you held back. You did, however, take that energy out on Rudy. You waited until the right moment when Alejandro finished his first beer and went to the bar for a second. 

“You’re lucky this alcohol has mellowed me out,” he said after you kicked his shin softly. 

“Or what?” You questioned. 

“I’d bend you over this table for assaulting me.”

You have him a bored look, “It was barely a tap, besides, what’s stopping you?”

“I wouldn’t want our boss to see how easy it is to make you hard.”

You hated the warm feeling that shot through you at his words, but you responded quickly, not wanting to let him catch on. “The alleyway beside the bar looked pretty empty when we came in,” you pointed in the direction of the door. 

You weren't dating per se, but ever since you started working at the office, you and Rudy had spent a lot of time outside of work... getting to know each other.

Ever since that first time after work, you would normally find yourself making out with Rudy almost every Friday night. And it was no different tonight.

You both sat at the table for a few moments, staring at each other like two drunk idiots with dumb smiles on your face. 

You couldn’t read his mind, but you definitely know you didn’t pay Alejandro any mind as you quickly exited the bar and made your way into the dark alleyway. After all, it was hard to focus on Alejandro when Rudy pushed your back into the wall and pressed his lips to yours in an aggressive kiss. 

Though the kiss was aggressive and stole your breath away, he made sure no harm came to your head. He used one of his hands to cup the back of your head, while the other was placed on your back so he could pull you closer. 

As his tongue made its way into your mouth, his hand went lower to pull your shirt out of your pants. When he did, you couldn’t help but end the kiss and let out a laugh. When you were using the bathroom earlier, you must have tucked your shirt back in, as if on instinct. 

Rudy let out one of his own and pressed his forehead to yours. You stayed close to each other, breathing in each other’s breaths. In being so wrapped up in one another, you failed to notice the steps coming down the alleyway. 

You jumped away from each other when a throat cleared near you, “hey,” Alejandro said awkwardly, “I’m going to head home.”

“Oh,” you said, his words sobering you up. You glanced over at Rudy, but he just stood there looking embarrassed. 

“Unless,” he paused, “you both wanted to come back to my place and continue this? Hopefully with me involved, not that it wasn’t hot watching the two of you kiss,” Alejandro said, looking between the two of you. 

Images flashed through your mind, ones that made a heat settle deep within your stomach. You probably looked a little silly, standing there nodding your head with your mouth slightly hung open, but by the smile Alejandro gave you, he didn’t mind. 

After you stopped nodding, you looked over at Rudy, waiting to see his answer. Instead of giving one of his own, he ran off down the alley, “I call shotgun!” He yelled behind him.   

#x male reader #alejandro vargas x male reader #rudolfo parra x male reader #rudy parra x male reader

[ganondoodle]

every now and then i get comments on some of my older rants about totk and im pretty sure its usually the very first post without any of the additions i tend to add later on-

old post about how i found it a lil weird that the one of the first things rauru and sonia doing is put zelda back into a little white maiden dress even tho her own clothes didnt look damaged at all and were far more practical and someone commented that its so she doesnt stand out (something that was said in nearly every comment i got on that post already) and that it was only weird bc i was making it weird or sth xD

but it made me think about it again, so .... that excuse doesnt work for me at all bc .. why wouldnt she want to stand out? whats the danger of that? her suddendly appearing out of nowhere, not knowing anything of the traditions or happenings of the time, being around the king and queen all the time with a duplicate enigma stone and unknown technology (purah pad) isnt weird? i know the excuse of oohoho shes a distant relative of sonia (i know its far stretched techinically true i guess) but why even do that, why go to such lengths of keeping her time traveling secret? making her less of a target for gan isnt really sensical either bc he went for sonia anyway, despite zelda clearly being the younger and less experienced of the two with less control of her power, and if he knew she was techinically more powerful .. well then shes even less in danger, and if he might have wanted to get information from her what could he have gained from it really? she didnt really know anything more anyway? like all she could tell him would be like you will lose i guess lol

(also you could keep it secret from him but why from the others, i just dont see the point, i dont find her look pretty either, she just looks uncomfortable, like if she gets put in to a lil white uwu maiden dress AGAIN im just gonna assume ok you are stripped of all your agency and will sacricifce yourself again wahoo what fun)

in a world were time magic is normal why wouldnt you just say yep she literally came from the future to help us? the usual rules of time travel, as in, dont tell anyone who you are, dont mess with the happenings bc everything can have major consequences, doesnt apply anyway, she goes around by her real name and is involved in literally every major happening .. so why care?? keeping it secret from gan for the future? why? he literally recognizes her within a split second anyway

(no gonna get into why i think her time travelling in the first place is like .. so forced? its only segway to put her out of the game essentially and the oh no tragic twist, but like why, she got the powers and the stone so she unconcisouly travels ... back in time ..?? why not reverse the stones she fell from or something, if it was soemthing that would come up again ok! like she did the time travel accidentally and then learned how to return over the time she spent in the past thats good!! i like that idea, but its never broguht up again, the closest thing to it is the weird two time bubbles that just serve to give you her time powers (whats up with how that went down anyway) and then to send the mastersword back ... why even do that when it could have fallen and travelled back with her right away?? and both of those are at the very start of the game AND IT NEVER COMES UP AGAIN, like fine if it was her trying to go back but not getting it right so she creates weird ass time bubbles cool! why not put them all over the place with them getting bigger and maybe being able to talk to link from the past idk SOMETHING- ok ill stop here ...)

#ganondoodles talks #zelda #totk #ganondoodles rants #i just keep finding things that are neat build ups or whatever and then its NEVER FOLLOWED UP ON #i HATE being made to care about soemthing and then it all being dropped without a word #like i feel betrayed and cheated on for caring about stufff in this game #like with impa hell yeah lets research a way to bring zelda back wowooo and then its nothing #its just .. doesnt matter lol #yes im mad #bc i CARE ABOUT THIS FRANCHISE #botw WORKED with its setting and worldbulding an themes #totk doesnt and its driving me nuts

[dinosaur-in-a-spaceship]

ok guys walk with me: annabeth's abssence from the underworld scenes teased so far, possible athena's appearence and the 4 pearls theory (spoilers from the first book)

From the previews, trailers and teasers, we can assume annabeth is not gonna be a part of most of the events that take place in the underworld. From what I recall, she is not featured in most scenes in the underworld that were teased so far, apart from the cliff and the forest with the creepy ass bald dolls (im guessing those are a part of the underworld realm). We only see percy and grover in most scenes.

At first, i thought maybe she is gonna be sent to camp sooner than what happens in the book, but the teasers show that annabeth will be present in the ares fight (which happens after the events in the underworld). And that debunks my theory that she will be sent to camp before grover.

So why do you guys think she is not present in most scenes?

I think maybe she is gonna be held somewhere in the underworld apart from the boys for some time. My guess is that the precipice we see annabeth falling in might be the same one ferberus is in (from the clip where we see percy holding the red rubber ball, with only grover by his side). Im not sure how she gets out of there, and by her abssence of most of the teasers, im thinking maybe she is gonna be held there for most of the episode, but i have no idea how she is gonna convince the boys to keep going without her. Maybe they leave her under ferberus's protection, if they keep the scene where the two of them bond? (However, so far, we only see percy with the red rubber ball and we only see grover standing beside him).

Either way, we know that they are gonna keep the part where percy is alone delivering the bolt, bc he is alone in the scenes teasing olympus. He is also still wearing the green flanel when he returns to camp, while annabeth is wearing the camp t-shirt, meaning she got there before and they reunite in that scene.

As for the 4th pearl, I think that the addition of it might have happened to show that poseidon thought of sally (the gift of only 3 pearls in the book never made sense to me, did poseidon run out of pearls in his stock?). However, i still think something will happen so that the story keeps on track, with percy being forced to choose between his mother and his best friends in the show too. My guess is that at least one of the pearls might be stolen or accidentally lost.

At first, i thought maybe they'll use a pearl to save annabeth from the precipice, if the pearl was her only chance to escape. Maybe percy would throw one of the pearls and miss the first time, maybe ferberus eats a pearl?? wtf, idk. So he must choose to give her a second pearl, and then has to choose again, this time between grover, sally or himself in the underworld later. But annabeth's presence in the fight with ares has really confused all my theories. So truly i have no idea what is really gonna happen. Maybe the pearl only sends her out of the underworld, she waits for them, then the ares fight happens and THEN annabeth and grover go to camp. But i dont see how she would accept to leave either. Anyway, i hate the possibility of us seeing less of annabeth in the last 2 episodes. I really hope to see the 3 of them braving the underworld together.

I also believe we will meet athena in this season, since all the other gods that appear in the opening are confirmed to appear this season. Maybe she stops being a deadbeat and shows up to save annabeth from the precipice? YEAH RIGHT

#percy jackson #PJO #annabeth #annabeth chase #percy #grover #percabeth #percy jackson and the olympians #percy series #pjo tv show #grover underwood

[apalapucian]

hiiiii hope you're having a good day!!

💥👀💖😈🎢 for the emoji asks, please!!

hi diana my mom who is actually also my child who i am adopting. ily i hope you're also having a grand day!!! thanks for these!!! 💖💖💖

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

AAAAHHH okay i'm putting this first so i can put the rest of the questions and answers under the cut okay. also since you've supported bad day wall so much (thank you for that, endlessly!!!), what i can say about part two is that it will cover summer and then the beginning(? so far?) of seventh year and it will have a happy ending because you and i deserve that and here's a small snippet (but again, pls, grain of salt and all that, because this is a rough draft):

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"what happened?" james asks, concerned.

"do i look not okay?" lily asks back, not unpleasantly, just genuinely curious.

"kind of."

"how? like, in what way? because i really thought i was holding up fine."

"you're — sad contemplative."

"i have other kinds of contemplative?"

he sits beside her. "loads," he says. "you have judgey contemplative, confused contemplative, life crisis contemplative, nostalgic contemplative... all sorts."

"hmm, and you know all this because... ?"

"um, so i know when not to cross you," he says, like it's ridiculous that she doesn't know. "any wise man would."

that makes her chuckle.

"so what's up?" he nudges her lightly. "why are you sad contemplative?"

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💥 How do you feel about criticism?

oh damn i'm a baby lol. no but — ok, so, i write for a living, among other things, and i do like my bosses/editors (we have the same writing styles and preferences and i like their work and respect them for their work ethic and command of the field and experience etc etc), so criticism/edits are a normal everyday thing by now they don't really faze me anymore. so i would say i'm okay with it generally. but when it comes to fanfic, which is my happy space and where i'm much more protective of the creative liberty it affords me (i mean, i write in lapslock for god's sake, that's like, not just an invitation for critics to take a piss, i understand it also tends to make readers not take me seriously), i am very selective about which critics and criticisms i make room for. like, i will read/listen to everything, i can't not if it's already there, but if we don't write about the same things in the same way to begin with, i will also just carry on. easily and unapologetically. not to say i don't consider critique and don't need it anymore, just that i've long been able to segregate the actually helpful ones from the ones that just. end up being noise. here's a post from inkskinned about this that i resonate with!

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💖 What made you start writing?

stories? i don't even remember now. i was an imaginative child, i guess?? i do remember my first ever story, as in like handwritten on a pad lol, it was about this girl who pretended to be her sister because she liked her sister's boyfriend. i was nine??? idk where that came from?? i also was really fascinated with english as a language. i love good sentences. i would come across one from anywhere — a book, a news report, on energy drink packaging, from some executive's speech — and i would send them to my friends, because WAAA LOOK AT THIS SENTENCE AND HOW GOOD IT IS. WHO THINKS OF THIS. and i wanted to try making good sentences as well. so i'm still doing that lol. oh but jily fanfic — um, because of TLAT, i think. there were fics before that, but i think i really fell in love with them through that fic first, and then i fell into a deep pit of other well-written fics, both canon and AU, and found different versions of them and the whole friend group (still anchored to their canon characters/dynamics of course). then i started coming up with my own plotlines and i couldn't find them anywhere, so i started writing my own!

—

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

sirius's "dead by twenty-one" comment in bad day wall for sure :)

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🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

ah, time lapse. i wrote that feverishly for weeks in the summer of 2016 and then it died down and then it picked back up and until now it's still wild. the outline keeps changing as well.

for oneshots, the storm one was also kinda wild hahahaha

thank you so much ily!!! 💖💖💖

#asks #jily #jily* #writerisms #apalapucian*

[chrisevansredbelt]

Hi bb how are you? I hope you’re doing well!

I have an important request for you. I’ve just read the one-shot inspired to The Other Woman and I can’t stop crying. So, only if you want obv, could you please write a sequel where reader has an happy ending? I know that this one-shot was meant to end badly since it’s inspired from the song but I need a relief. You can do how you feel like, I don’t need the endgame between her and Frank, I just want her to be happy and move on.

Love ya, have a good day!

- 🍓anon

read ‘the other woman’ here! this will probably only make sense if you read her first x

pairing: dbf!frank x reader

warnings: mmmmm kinda angst, suggestive themes.

summary: pretty much an ending to ‘the other woman’. idk if it’s happy or sad, y’all can decide 🫶

i mixed a bunch of requests in one so for everyone that wanted a part two, this is it! i’m pretty sure this is the end to the other woman, but i guess if y’all have more suggestions then send them through.

it is NOT the end of dbf!frank tho! definitely not!

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Empty beer bottles in hand, you open the recycling cabinet and dump the glass bottles in with a loud clank before making your way to the fridge and grabbing out a new carton.

Pulling them out one by one, you set each of them on the counter as you discard the cardboard. Just as you’re about to gather them all in your arms to cautiously carry outside, approaching footsteps stop you.

Heart dropping just a little, you give a curt smile, grabbing a bottle and handing it to him- well, shoving it into his chest.

Frank averts his gaze from the bottle to you and then back to the bottle before scoffing and taking it from you, “Thanks.” His fingers graze yours and your surprised you don’t feel the butterflies in your stomach like you once did. He unscrews the cap with a pop, before throwing it in the bin to his left and taking a sip. “He’s a good kid.” He suddenly says and you look up at him.

He’s obviously talking about your boyfriend, Bucky. This is his going away party after all. When your parents found at that he was joining the military- along with Steve, they all but insisted to throw a going away party. It was supposed to cushion the blow of his leave, but to be entirely honest, it only made things worse.

But, in a sense it was also your going away party too. The day after Bucky leaves, you’ll be on your way to the city where you’ve got an apartment and a promotion at your job.

You’re obviously not far from home, but you’re away.

You smile, raising your brows before scoffing, “Thanks for the blessing.” It was meant as a joke, truly. You were just playing around and in no way trying to be a little shit about the whole situation and Frank was only trying to start conversation, you’re certain. But the way Franks face drops, you realise he obviously didn’t read it that way.

“That’s not what I meant-“ He stutters over his words, clearly panicking.

“I’m kidding.” That seems to clear the air a little. He kind of just pauses, observing your features to make sure you’re telling the truth. Once he realises how silly it all was, he smiles- almost embarrassed.

Neither of you make a move to leave, you both just stand there. Comfortably. Its a little strange though. Having gone through that… ‘break up’, not talking about it ever since and suddenly being able to comfortably stand in the same room with each other.

Ever since Franks visit to your house the morning after it all happened, that was the last you’d properly spoken to him without being forced or prompted. Your parents were, of course, clueless still (and will forever remain that way) so you couldn’t just not talk to Frank whenever he would come over - which did happen to be less and less.

It was more so for your sake that he didn’t visit, but your parents perceived it as him and Karen spending time together. But eventually, your parents would tell him to bring her over, so his disappearance was short lived.

You managed to stay tucked away in your room most times. Or you would rush to the bathroom and say you were getting ready to go out to Natasha’s or something and that you were in a rush so there was no time for small talk.

That always worked. Frank knew what you were doing too. He didn’t blame you.

It wasn’t until about a year later that you no longer ached whenever you saw Frank and Karen together out in his front yard or over at your house.

Now that you had Bucky, and a new beginning to your adult life, you were moving on. Had moved on. You still loved Frank, of course, but you weren’t in love with him. You’re sure he would say the same for you.

“So you clearly got a type then?” He breaks you out of your thoughts and you raise a curious brow up at him, “Servicemen.”

You snort, though he had a point.

“Or maybe I just have a thing for guys that leave me.” You quirk, but again, Franks smile falls from his face and you roll your eyes.

He smiles again, understanding that you’re just joking. Hey, at least you can actually joke about it now. A few months ago, you probably couldn’t even think about Frank without tearing up.

“And when do you leave?” He asks, changing the subject and you fiddle with your fingers.

“Day after tomorrow.”

He just nods, looking down at you with a proud look on his face that almost makes you drop to your knees- nope. Not anymore.

“Congrats, kid.” He punches your shoulder softly- and you know it’s just his way of hugging you since he’s unsure whether or not it’s okay, “It’s a big thing, you got going for ya’.”

“Thanks, Frank.” You smile, looking down at your feet- however, catching the glare of the gold band on his left hand and suddenly remembering what had happened last week, “Congrats on the engagement by the way.”

As you look up at him, he kind of malfunctions. It’s clearly a touchy subject for the both of you and he’s surprised you brought it up, “Yeah, thank you.” He smiles, glancing down at the ring on his finger and unable to help the smile on his face when he remembers putting the rock on Karen’s. Reaching into his back pocket, you raise a brow, “Got you something… lil’ goin’ away gift.” You tentatively look at him, as he hold out a small rectangular box, wondering both how he fit it into his pocket and what the fuck is inside, “Don’t worry, it’s safe.”

Taking it from him carefully, you set it on the counter top and open up the lid.

“S’got everything you need for when you leave.” He says as you look over the keychain.

It’s got a small pepper spray bottle, a brass knuckle, a swiss army knife, an alarm, a window smasher thing and seatbelt blade all attached on one ring that can attach to your keys.

It’s a great gift. Especially for New York City. But you can’t help but get all flustered.

“I’m not going far.” You remind him. Which is true. You’re only across the Washington Bridge and a hop, skip and a jump and you’re at your apartment.

“I know.” He shrugs, “But you’re moving into the city and- I won’t be able to look out for you as much.”

“Pervert.” You mutter, nudging his side and he fakes offence. Looking over the gift, you can’t help the smile. He’s right though. Catching the train and all, you’re bound to need all of this. Without thinking, you just hug him, taking him by surprise clearly from the way he doesn’t immediately hug you back, “Thank you.” But it’s not long before he wraps his arms around your shoulders and you both simultaneously relax in each other’s embrace- it’s been so long. It’s clearly more than just a hug for his gift… you both know that.

Abs you both know that you know that.

“Thanks for everything, Frank.” You pull yourself from the hug, and you don’t miss the way Frank frowns softly at the lack of touch. Nervously, you play with one of the bottles in front of you, looking up at Frank every so often, “You taught me a lot… and not just in… that way.” You both laugh knowingly and god, it’s so nice to see Franks smile again- and know that you’re the reason behind it. Letting go of the bottle- along with your nerves, you sigh heavily, “I don’t regret anything.” You confess, a sad smile on your face as you think back to what you said that day… and how you lied and said you did in fact regret sleeping with Frank, “And I’m really happy you have Karen.”

He pulls you in for another hug, this time you wrap your arms around his neck and find yourself at your tip toes as he wraps his arms around your waist.

And it’s then that you realise, you’ll both always love each other. Even if you weren’t meant to be, even if you’ll never love each other like that again, you both have a place in each other’s heart.

You’re not the other woman, you never were. And you never will be. For ‘the other woman’ will never have his love to keep. You’ll always have Franks love.

“Don’t forget about any of us once you’re famous.”

“I’m sorry, who are you again?“

Exiting the hug, he helps you grab the bottles of beer, walking together back out to the party.

“Hey, you know he’s gonna have to cut those precious locks off when he gets there, right?” He asks quietly as they near the door to the backyard.

“I know.” You hum, “I’ll put them to good use tomorrow morning.”

Frank just smiles, shaking his head as he follows you out, going seperate ways as you head for Bucky and he for Karen.

You don’t interact much for the rest of the evening. There’s no need to, really. Though, that doesn’t stop Frank from glancing over at you every so often, making sure you’re okay and that there aren’t any red flags in your boyfriend that he’s previously missed.

When he glanced over at you once again, however, he finds you alone. Bucky’s up at the grill talking to your Dad and you’re tucked up on the chair, concentrating on something in your lap. It’s only when you pull it out of your lap and closer to your eyes that Frank sees it’s his keychain he gifted to you and your trying to hook the hoop onto your set of keys.

He smiles at your lack of skill in simply connecting the two together, especially when you could easily just transfer the two single keys you had on your other key chain onto the one Frank had gifted on you, instead of vice versa.

However, Frank can’t find it in him to make fun of you much longer at the sight of the two keys you own. If what he’d assumed was correct, you should only have one key. The key to your house. You were yet to buy a car, but he knows you made a promise to both yourself and your parents that your car would be the first big thing you buy with your own money. So, unless the second key is the key to Bucky’s home, which he knows isn’t the case because the kid lives with his parents still, then it’s the key to Franks house.

Looking back over at Bucky, Frank notices how he’s now alone at the grill, your Dad heading off into the kitchen and probably having asked Bucky to watch the food.

Taking a final sip of his beer, draining it, he stands up, telling Karen he’ll be back in a second before stalking towards Bucky.

Patting him on the back, he feels the kid jolt underneath his hand, smiling when he realises it’s just his girlfriends Dad’s best friend.

“Hey, good on you for enlisting. Best decision of my life.” Frank starts off, so as to not look so suspicious. Bucky smiled up at him, but before he can speak, Frank drops his own smile, speaking lowly, “If you break her heart, I will kill you with my bare hands.”

Patting his back in two harsh swats, he winks at the petrified, long haired boy before heading into the house.

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#frank castle #frank castle x reader #frank castle smut #the punisher #frank castle x you #the punisher x reader #jon bernthal #the punisher smut

[pearlparty]

Goodbye, Angel

Austin!Elvis x Reader, Elvis x Reader

Summary:  Break ups are tough, especially when no one did anything wrong.  She wants Elvis’ career to reach the heights he deserves, even if that means breaking his heart.  

Warnings:  Angst, very light smut (if you can even call it that lol), some negative self-talk, the Colonel is a dick, mild language, reckless driving, no use of y/n

Word Count:   5.3k (I went a little overboard sorry lol)

Note:  I tried something a little new with this and have this in 3rd person perspective because I wanted to do more of an omniscient POV to get everyone’s emotions and stuff, so please let me know if you hate it--like please be mean to me about it.  Bully me.  Roast me. Let me know if you prefer 2nd person perspective (the one that uses you/your)  I want to improve lol.  This is meant to be a reader fic, so our MC is only called Baby by Elvis.  Idk if that technically makes her an OC or not--I’ll let you decide on that one. 

The headlights stretched down the road, the lonely beams reaching out in the night only to find nothing but a few trees reaching toward the stars.  No wandering eyes.  No other drivers.  Just her and the car coasting down the lonely backroad, with a sense of dread settling into her stomach and tears streaming down her face as the radio played and the moon watched.

 Tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision, as the Colonel’s words echoed in her mind.  He’d stopped by her small apartment a couple of hours ago, and she was far too polite to slam the door in his face and send him on his way.  Mama had always taught her to be gracious to guests and “do what Jesus would do” so she allowed him to waddle in, plop into one of the armchairs, curl his chubby fingers over the creepy clown on his cane and say what he needed to say.  The bizarre situation had her wondering what this man would have to say to her, but she’d never have guessed he had the audacity to insult her to her face.  

It was a quick conversation.  He skipped over pleasantries and got straight to the point by bringing up Elvis’s popularity with the younger female fans, and flat out said that if she continued her relationship with him, things wouldn’t work out like they could.  “He needs to be available,” the fat man had put it plainly, “and with you in the picture, he can’t be.  Besides, a backwater, country girl like you can’t compete with the love of his fans.”  If he noticed the emotions flitting over her face, he didn’t comment on it and instead pushed further.  “You are no good for him, or his career.  You need to leave him, or he will not be able to achieve the success he deserves.”  He’d said the words so matter of fact in his stupid voice that she almost wondered if it was a cruel joke. 

It wasn’t.  

“You don’t want to be the reason that he can’t live his dream do you?” His question rang in her ears and an intense guilt settled into her stomach.

It was crushing, but nothing she hadn’t heard before.  She’d occasionally listened to the insecure voice in the back of her head--the one that reminded her that she didn’t really deserve Elvis--her angel--or how he’d swept her into his arms and given her an escape from her drunken mother all that time ago.  

Their friendship had begun when they were so young; she'd stopped a few of the other boys from poking fun at his stutter in 9th grade and they’d bonded over their love of comics and music.  He’d made time for her outside his friends and loved inviting her over after school.  He’d say it was so they could read Captain Marvel Jr. or do homework together, but she knew he was trying to help her get away from her chaotic homelife for a little longer.  It had blossomed into something more after graduation when they shared a night of stargazing, confessing their secrets to the moon.  

He’d stolen a kiss and her heart in the same night. 

They had it all--giggling and wandering hands in movie theaters, disagreements about the condiments that belonged on hot dogs, and soft reassurances after long crying sessions.  He’d become her safe haven, a piece of tranquility in her hectic home life. He always listened intently and did what he could to help where he could, even if she said she’d be fine and could do it herself. He even helped her when she moved out and got her own place--a shitty little apartment with creaky floorboards and a faucet that dripped a little too loudly at night.  He’d offered to spot her some cash for a better place, but she declined.  The apartment wasn’t the Ritz, but it was hers.  All hers.  They’d spend hours there, away from the prying eyes of family, talking about everything and nothing.  She supported his dream for the arts, encouraged him to take risks.  Once he’d landed a deal at Sun Records and gotten more attention, that small voice prodded again.  

What if I’m not good enough for him?  

The voice nagged that she’d be bad for his image and prevent him from climbing to the heights that he wished to see.  She usually dismissed the thoughts, but hearing them out loud and from another person only seemed to confirm the worst of her fears. 

She was the worst thing that could happen to him right now.  She was holding him back.

The fat man had finished things with a simple, “You understand don’t you?  It’s just business.” She forced herself to nod before calmly ushering him out of her house, a whisper of stale cigar smoke lingering in the air.  

It was only after his car left the parking lot that she allowed herself to cry--a dull ache erupted in her chest and spread to her extremities as she considered her options.  Stay with the love of her life but jeopardize his career, or leave and break both of their hearts to help him succeed?  Would he resent her if she became the reason things tanked and he couldn’t afford to give his family a life of luxury?  What if she was worrying about nothing and everything would be fine?  Maybe they could have it all:  the glamor and the love.  But it wasn’t guaranteed.  Nothing ever was.  The road to success is paved with sacrifices, and while it holds promises of fortune and glory, it always takes its toll along the way.

But the Colonel was right, wasn’t he?  About everything.  Elvis had just gotten a taste of fame, and the adjustment was already harder than she’d expected.  She could barely keep up with it all now.  How could a little backwater country girl like her follow him to more?  She was just a simple girl meant for a simple life--built to drift along the wind on the trees.  He was born for greatness--ready to spread his wings and fly.  He couldn’t coast along the wind currents along the tree line with her, not when he was meant to soar with the angels in the clouds.  She wouldn’t let him.  She wouldn’t be the one to hold him back.

Racing to the car, throwing it into gear, and speeding away wasn’t intentional on her part.  It might have seemed like eagerness and excitement, but that couldn’t be further from it.  She loathed the idea of what she was about to do, dreaded it the whole way over, but her chest was so heavy and filled with emotions that she felt like it would burst.  She needed to get it over with and fast or she’d suffocate.  “Rip it off like a bandage--act like a grownup,” she’d told herself.  

The high beams flickered over the sign ahead, its white lettering a stark contrast to the red surrounding it.  STOP.  A wet laugh left her lips.  

I can’t.  

She didn’t hit the brakes or let up on the gas--she floored it.  The engine groaned with effort, accelerating to a speed well above the limit, but she didn’t care and blazed through it without a second thought.  Her car zoomed into the intersection, and a pair of headlights beamed into her passenger window.  A horn blared, but it didn’t matter.  She was reckless, angry, and secretly hoping that something would come along to prevent her from reaching her destination.  The tires screamed as they scraped the pavement, the back bumper kissing the asphalt with a flash of sparks as the car climbed the small hill.   The other driver zoomed through the intersection behind her, likely shaking their fist in the darkness, but still in one piece.  

She’d made it through unscathed.  Dammit.

A sudden burst of fury bled through the sharp sadness and left her skin hot.  She smacked her fist into the wheel.  “This isn’t fair!” she cried, angry tears burning behind her eyes.  “Why can’t I have the things I want?!”  No one was there to hear, though.  Just an empty road and the moon spying through her back window.  

A light orchestra faded in over the radio followed by Bing Crosby’s jazzy crooning.  It was a ballad. 

Be careful.  It’s my heart.

It’s not my watch you’re holding, it’s my heart.

It’s not the note I sent you, that you quickly burned.  

It’s not the book I lent you that you never returned.

Remember, it’s my hear--

The guilt in her stomach crawled up her throat as she slammed the radio in the dashboard, silencing Bing and his pleas.  It seemed everything was telling her to turn around.  To give the Colonel the finger and continue loving her dark haired angel, consequences be damned.  

But she knew she couldn’t.  

***

A sharp knock on his door cut through the still house caused Elvis to jump.  His brow furrowed as he glanced at the clock.  About a quarter after nine.  Who would be stopping by now?  He wasn’t expecting anyone, and Mama and Daddy wouldn’t be home until tomorrow afternoon when they’d finished visiting a family friend.  

He closed his book and set it on the side table as he rose from the armchair and padded over to the door.  He’d gotten home only about a half an hour ago after rehearsing with the guys.  He needed a little peace and quiet after the long week, and reveled in being able to kick off his shoes and relax in the empty house.

The sweet, humid southern air fell around his sock clad feet as he pulled the door open to see his girl on the welcome mat.  His lips curved into a smile at the pleasant surprise.  She was wearing that little yellow flower sundress that he loved--the one with the sweetheart neckline and ruffled skirt that brought his attention to her hips whenever she moved.  She’d paired it with a white cardigan tonight, even though the heat wave didn’t allow the temperature to drop below 85.  God, she was beautiful.  

His smile dropped when he saw the tears in her eyes, the quiver of her chin, and the way her gaze never left his.  Something was wrong.  

“Baby, what--”  He moved to step forward, bring his hand to her face and wipe the tears from her cheek, but she swept into the apartment and pressed her lips to his before he could get a chance to do or say anything else.  He stumbled back for only a second before he found his footing, melting into her.  Another pleasant surprise.  Her trembling fingers grazed their way across his face, caressing his cheeks before tangling in his hair.  On instinct, his hands planted themselves firmly to her waist.  The tang of salt ran over his tongue as she took his full lower lip between hers.

She’d never kissed him like this before.  There was intensity, fervor, yes, but something was off.  She had given him gentle chaste kisses when he bought her flowers for her birthday.  She’d nipped, sucked, and kissed down his jaw to his collarbones when they’d gone stargazing after a midnight swim in the pond near her house.  She’d grabbed him by the collar, pushed him against the kitchen wall and slammed her lips into his after a heated argument about jealousy (which he’d won, by the way).  She had breathed moans to his lips when he stole open mouth kisses during a night of passion after he’d been away for so long.

This was different.  It was desperate.  Needy.  And something else that he couldn’t quite put his finger on.  Sorrowful, maybe.

A quick sob fell from her lips before she pressed them up to his again.  Her hands twisted his curls, gently tugging.  His breath hitched and he tightened his grip on her hips.  As much as he wanted to continue kissing her (and he really wanted to after what she just did), he needed to know what had happened to make her so upset.  He wrapped his fingers around her wrists and gently eased her backward, feeling her chase his lips as the distance grew between their bodies.  

Her eyes were still screwed shut, and the light in the foyer made it easier now to see the puffy, red irritation in her face.  A pang of sorrow bit into his heart.  She’s been sobbing, he thought.  She bit back another cry when her small trembling hands dropped to his chest, gripping his black button down.  He hated seeing her like this.

“Baby,” he cooed, letting his hands move to her shoulders before he brought one up to caress her cheek.  She didn’t move to look at him--she focused on his shirt as his fingers ran over her splotchy skin.  “Baby, what’s wrong?  Did something happen?”  He kept his voice soft, low, afraid that he might scare her off with anything louder.

A wet, wry laugh escaped her chest.  Ironic, she thought.  She came here to do the worst thing imaginable and he was still looking out for her.  She shook her head.  He’s too good to me.  She steadied herself, fixated on his shirt as she rolled the soft fabric between her fingers.  Finally, she met his concerned gaze.

The deep blue oceans in his irises threatened to pull her down into their depths.  She wished they would.  Maybe then she wouldn’t have to do this and everything would be alright.  His fingers stilled on her cheek.

She could practically feel the dread growing in his chest.  

A light breeze ghosted over the two of them, the door still agape.  He didn’t move to close it, though.  His only priority was the girl in front of him.  She’s all that mattered.

She sucked in a breath, gathering every ounce of strength she had in her body before speaking.  “I’m sorry.”  It came out more as a whisper.  “I just had to kiss you one last time.”  She allowed her thumb to graze his lower lip and chin before settling on the sliver of exposed skin on his chest.  

“‘One last’?--” he shook his head as if dismissing the words because he’d clearly misheard her.  “What are you talking about, baby?” Both hands were cupping her face now.  “Just tell me what’s wrong, and I’ll fix it for you,” he urged.  Panic almost crept into his voice, but he kept it soft and low as he tried to understand.  He searched her face for any kind of clue, something that told him that she really didn’t mean what she’d just said.  His heart caught in his chest.  

Surely, she couldn’t mean one last time, right?  

“Oh, angel,” she breathed out as she brought her fingers to his cheek, “you always were much too good to me.”

“Baby, what’s goin--” 

“I have to leave, angel,” she cried, almost in pain.  The words cut him off and struck him to the bone.  Leave?

“For how long?” he asked, brow furrowing.  

She shook her head, tears spilling over her lashes, not wanting to say the words.  It was too painful.  Please, don’t make me say it.

“For how long, baby?” he repeated, locking eyes with her.  Her heart sank at the nickname.  He loved calling her that--more than her real name.  

“Forever.”  She had to force it out in a whisper.  

“‘Forever’?” he repeated.  Why was she being so cryptic?  “Baby, what the hell you talkin’ ‘bout?” She held his gaze, another tear staining her cheek, but didn’t answer.

He stared at her for a moment, processing it all.  Leaving?  Forever?  But that would mean…

The realization hit him like a ton of bricks.  His eyes flitted over her face for any sign that it wasn’t true.  Her glassy gaze was unwavering, serious.  Final.

“No,” he whispered, shaking his head and dropping his hands.  He barely even noticed her apologizing again as he backed away, knocking into the wall behind him.  As if escaping would make this all go away.  His quaking hands raked through his hair, grasping at the roots to try to rationalize the scene playing out before him.  

“No,” he repeated the whisper, sadder than the last one.  His mouth fell open, trying to find the right words, fighting off the tears burning behind his eyes.  “You c-c-can’t--you’re not--why--no,” he stammered, swallowing thickly. “You’re l-leaving me?”  His stutter always seemed to come back when he was stressing out.

He was hoping, praying for her to shake her head no.  Say it was all a cruel joke, or a moment of panic--something that said she really loved him and it was fine.  Pull him into her arms and sit there for a moment as she whispered soft reassurances in his ear.  

But that moment never came.  Her small fingers played with the hem of her cardigan as she nodded and muttered, “I have to.”

“No!  No, you don’t have to go!”  he yelped.  The panic crawled over his skin.  “I-I-I can-- I-I can fix this!”  He couldn’t lose her.  “W-w-what--whatever’s wrong, I can fix it, baby!  We’ll figure it all out t-t-together, just like we n--we n--we n-n-normally do.”  He grabbed her hands, begging her to reconsider, but she slipped from his grasp and took a step back, silently shaking her head.  

“No, angel… I have to go--you need to let me go.”  She couldn’t meet his eyes.  

His future shattered.  Heart dropped.  He’d made so many plans for them.  He was going to marry her--they were going to have a summer wedding and a beautiful honeymoon somewhere nice, far away from home.  They were going to spend a few years worshiping each other then start a family--two boys and a little girl that he was going to spoil rotten.  They were going to get a dog and play in the backyard while she baked a pie in the house.  He was going to steal kisses from her when she came around the corner with a basket of laundry.  They’d put the kids to bed and stay up late dancing to old records.  He wanted to send his kids outside to play while he made love to his wife inside after he’d been away from her for too long.  They were supposed to grow old together and then die a few days apart because life would be unbearable without each other.  

He’d wanted it all, and here she was throwing it in his face.

“B-but why--?”  He’d barely breathed the question out when she cut him off.

“I’m not good for you, baby,” she rushed the words out, resisting every urge to reach out and touch him, hold him, make him feel better.  Dammit, why did this have to be so hard?

“What?”  How the hell could she think that?  “No, b-b-baby you’re--you’re--you’re everythin’ to me,” he reeled off, desperately grabbing her hands again.  Maybe there was still a chance to fix this.  “You’re so good for me, you d-don’t even realize--you make me so much b-b-b-better.”

The worst part about his words was how true they were, and she knew it.  They both made each other better, but she still vehemently shook her head, hoping to stop this whole thing--end it now before she had to say something she didn’t want to.  

“I have to do this,” she squeaked out.  A new wave of sadness broke over her, more tears gathering on her lash line.  “Please, let me do this.”  

It was like a knife to his heart.  Their fate was sealed.  There was no negotiating.  Once she’d made up her mind, no one, not even he could convince her otherwise.  He suddenly found himself full of regret, another emotion to add to the cocktail of feelings in his bloodstream.  Maybe he did something wrong--didn’t appreciate her enough or let her know how much he cared.  

The blue in his eyes only seemed to intensify with the glassy tears shimmering back at her.  “But,” he choked out, his voice small, almost meek, “I love you.”  The tears in his eyes finally spilled onto his cheeks, streaking down the soft skin and towards the corners of his lips.  

Her heart squeezed, chin quivered.  Oh, how she wished to say it back.  She squeezed his hands and pressed a gentle wet kiss to his knuckles, the cool metal of his silver ring briefly soothing the heat in her cheeks.  She sucked in a shaky breath, and pressed her forehead to his, breathing in his scent, committing it to memory.  

“That’s why I have to go,” she murmured, a wave of tears falling over her lashes as her voice broke.  “I promise you, angel, it’s better this way.  It’s better if I go.  I’m sorry.  I’m so so sorry.”  

She gave his hands a tight squeeze before letting go and turning to walk back into the warm night air, but stopped short at the door’s threshold.  Tentatively, she turned back towards him, her heart beating fast and loud in her chest.  His chest rose and fell quickly, biting back another round of sobs as he ran his ringed fingers through his hair.  Steel blue eyes met hers.  

Just one last kiss, she told herself before turning on her heel.  

He met her halfway, pulling her into his arms and crashing his lips to hers, arms wrapping around to pull each her impossibly close.  Despite feeling so good to have her pressed against him like this, he couldn’t ignore the ache in his chest.  It seemed that knowing this was their last kiss made it more painful. Each second that passed meant she was one second closer to walking out of his life.  

They moved with the familiar rhythm they’d perfected over their time courting.  He breathed her in, hoping God would show him mercy and slow time just long enough for him to savor every last second with her.  He wanted each one burned into his memory.  The feel of her soft flesh beneath his fingers, the sound of her breath, the scent of her hair, even the taste of her tears on her tongue as they kissed--everything.  He didn’t want to miss a single detail.  He deepened the kiss, gripping the fabric on her waist as though she might disappear if he loosened his grip.  

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled into her mouth, a tear slipping from his eyes and melting between the mess of kisses.  “Oh, baby, ’m so sorry,” he whimpered.  His hand cupped her face, sorrow and regret lining his features as a sob raked through his chest.  A pang of guilt hit her square in the chest.

“It’s not your fault, angel,” she gently corrected him, tugging on his hair and pulling his lips to hers for a quick kiss.  “It’s not your fault that I had to ruin this.”  Her voice broke, quaking at the thought.  “I ruined this, not you.  You…” she paused and sucked in a shaky breath, looking to the stars for strength.  “You are, and always be, my angel.”  She could only leave and wish him the best with his career--with her out of the picture it would be fine and he could reach for the stars like he wanted to.  “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

She brushed a tear from his face again, hoping that he could read the sincerity in her eyes.  He never did anything wrong--it was simply against his nature, but that didn’t stop him from beating himself up.  

He kept her close to his face, his hand firm behind her head as they soaked in the moment, foreheads resting against each other softly.  His breath shuddered through his lungs as he looked at her through his dark tear soaked lashes.  The word slipped from his lips before he had the chance to stop it.  

“Please,” a whine edged into his voice as he begged her with his eyes.  Begged her for more time, a chance to celebrate what they’d once had.  She read him like a book, understanding immediately.  His fingers tangled themselves in her hair as she looked up at him, hesitating to indulge both of their desires.

“I don’t want to hurt you anymore,” she whispered.  As painful as this was for her, she knew it was worse for him--she never even gave him a real reason.  Her angel didn’t deserve this kind of torment, not when he’d done so much for her.  He’d welcomed her with open arms, and she wrenched a blade through his heart.  

“I don’t care if it hurts,” he rasped, his voice coming out a little more husky from the crying.  “I can’t end it like this,” his voice broke as he pressed closer so their noses were touching.  He wanted to delay her departure as much as possible.  He needed to be in her presence a little longer.  End it right.  They couldn’t part ways like this: sobbing messes clinging to each other in the doorway.  “A little more hurt won’t kill me, baby,” his soft voice fluttered into her hair.  “I just need you here a little longer.”

She didn’t want to end it this way either.  If their story was going to end, at least let it be bittersweet.  Close this chapter of their lives on something a little less heartbreaking than weeping in each other's arms.  She could be with him one last time, really appreciate what she had before she let him go, and show him how much she cared.  

Maybe it could be the salve that soothed the agony of this moment.  Maybe they could fool themselves that delaying the inevitable wouldn’t hurt more than leaving now.  This can make us feel a little better about it all.  

It was a lie, and she knew it, but she didn’t care.  She just wanted to be with him one last time.

Her lips met his again slowly, and she allowed herself to twist the knife.  

It was a mess of lips, teeth, and tears.  Needy hands roamed the hills and valleys of the bodies they each knew so well.  They tumbled backwards towards his room, never taking their hands off each other.  Any moment without physical contact was a moment wasted.  Garments slipped to the floor, gently discarded with almost a reverence.  

He was always so gentle with her, but tonight he’d treat her like glass.  Feather light kisses brushed her sternum as he laid her down, cherishing each gasp and moan.  He worshiped her with his mouth, slowly whispering sweet nothings in her ear as he took his time.  Slow love always seemed more meaningful, like a chance to showcase their affections and prove their love to each other.

She pressed hot wet kisses to his jaw and whispered his name like a prayer.  Her nails scraped over his skin, pulling his body, his essence, his soul closer to hers.  She gazed in his eyes, silently hoping he knew how much he was worth to her.  She pressed her face into his neck, breathing in the scent of sweat and cologne, nipping at the soft supple skin.

They kissed away the memories, breathed away the pain.  Their plans faded into the moonlight on the floor.  The hopes and dreams that they’d wished to see each other fulfill, tucked away to a chest of regrets that they could visit on sleepless nights.  Each gasp drawn from the other celebrated what had been.  Each cry was a token of gratitude to the universe for allowing them to love and be loved.  

Strings of praise, pleas, and panting floated into the air as they reached their highs, soaring in the clouds of ecstasy with each other’s names on their lips like a mantra.  Time froze as they relished the moment, taking their time to sink back down to earth with slow sensual kisses and forgotten whispers, collapsing into a mess of tangled limbs and twisted sheets.  

Back to reality.  Bitter reality.  

Muscle memory took over and she wrapped herself in his arms, pulling his warm chest to her back.  She couldn’t bear to look at him now.  The guilt swallowed her whole, drowning her slowly.  She couldn’t imagine the pain she’d experience if she looked him in the eyes.

They laid there for a moment, each knowing what came next.  Each dreading it and hoping something would change so it wouldn’t happen.  She’d barely even shifted under his sheets when his hands tightened on her ever so slightly.  She winced when she dared a glance over her shoulder.  Puffy, bloodshot, cried-out eyes met hers.  Why was she so cruel to someone so good?  

“Please?” he whimpered, his hair falling into his face.  They both had another sob creeping up their throats. This was the end.  Their time had run out, and neither of them wanted to leave the sanctity of this moment.  His voice sounded again, small like a child.

“P-p-please, can I h-hold you just a little longer?”  Tears spilled over his cheeks, his shaky hands pulling her even closer to his chest as he buried his face into the back of her shoulder.  Guilt racked her body.  This was her doing.  She was responsible for making her angel cry like this.  Heat flooded her face as she swiped a tear away, biting back a sob of her own.

“Of course, angel.”

****

He woke up to a cold and empty bed only a few hours later.  He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, glancing around the room as he set his feet on the cool floor.  Moonbeams peaked through the blinds, illuminating the room in a soft blue.  His clothes had been picked up from the floor and neatly folded on the desk.  A soft glint in the corner of his eye tore his gaze from the room to his bedside table.  A small, sad smile crept to his mouth, barely turning up a corner of his mouth.  The glass of water shouldn’t have made his heart clench, but it did.  She’d always made sure to take care of him.  He tentatively reached forward, but gulped the cool water down quickly, welcoming the soothing sensation to his dry throat.  

As he set the now empty glass back, his hand found the nape of his neck, rubbing the skin and tugging on his hair.  Her scent still lingered on his sheets, his skin, gripping his heart in a vice, haunting him.  It all cemented the reality:  he was alone now.  

A gentle breeze oozed through the open window, fluttering the translucent curtains in slow waves.  The airflow was nice--it almost helped break his trance of the same thought echoing in his mind on repeat.

She’s gone.

As much as he wanted to sit up and replay the night’s events in his head over and over, exhaustion settled into his heavy limbs and nearly pulled him under right there.  The bed seemed to welcome him into its warm embrace.  

He could think about it and grieve tomorrow--yes, he could properly come to terms with it all in the morning.  Tonight, he could drift into a wonderful reality where everything was alright.  Perhaps, it was silly, wrong even, to try to delay reality with dreams of soft touches and warm kisses, but he didn’t care.  He’d done it all night, so what was a couple more hours?  

He wouldn’t even notice the scrap of paper on the table until the next morning.  It wasn’t much, a few words scrawled in her delicate handwriting on the back of a newspaper ad for laundry detergent is all:

Love you always.  Goodbye, angel.

Strangely enough, the five little words provided some kind of comfort as he picked up the shattered remains of his heart.  It couldn’t undo the damage or magically make his heartache go away, but it wasn’t supposed to.  All the note could do was make the transition a little less… painful.  It became a little piece of her to carry with him as he tried to move on, a reminder of what they’d had and how good it had been.  He didn’t need a monologue of reasons for why she left, he didn’t want one because this note said something far more important than all of that:  she loved him.  

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[sugaroto]

No one asked but I'll give some lore on Ksit and Dog (my first ever ocs that I created when I was like 4) which were literally my right and left hand anthropomorphized in the imagination of a child

So, που λέτε. The plot changed a lot of times with a lot of uh... Time traveling (not canon, I think) cause I didn't know what was going on either

Ksit and Dog (PS I didn't know English he's not named dog🐶 he's named Ντογκ)were twins but in their world twins were forbidden cause people thought twins were evil and like, had evil plans to mock or fool people, with their evil plans

So they threw the babies away in an island, which was like, απέναντι. Either the parents went there with a boat to abandon the babies or, they like put them in a little boat to send them there idk

Now here's where the plot gets confusing. Cause I remember being a kid, Ksit and Dog worked in.... A studio? I'm not sure what the fuck was happening but it was technically my body, cause Γλωθθας (Tongue, mispronounced) was like the boss/god of the boys. I think Ksit might have been famous, but bc they were keeping their twiness a secret they might have been changing places idk

I picked favorites honestly and I don't think I liked dog very much...

... Also ksit had a second job undersea, like, he went to the sea, opened a door and went underground in a lab where there were miniatures of everyone and I think he was like, controlling? Or like looking after them, I'm not sure

Maybe dog messed reality once and that's why I don't like him idk

But like, idk if that's canon in the story, cause at some point

They do end up in the island (oh yeah not sure if this was clear, they weren't there so far)

Maybe they run away? Oh maybe the people found out about their double identity and they run away or something idk

But yeah, thing is they weren't babies when they went to the island and for some reason they were strong and smart

So at some point the find or see parents leaving their babies there

And they take care of them and raise them and at some point theres a whole mini town of kid twins and the bosses Ksit and Dog

Also they tame the wild animals like Leon or Leonard the lions, and I think they can speak with them cause they grew up there

Also not sure how timing works cause I'm pretty sure I never considered ksit and Dog old adults but there were kid twins they raised at like their 12-15 or something which I considered teenagers

I guess ksit and Dog were like in their 20s

Actually no. They didn't age. They were always an... age. Not sure what age

At some point I did give them girlfriends. I don't remember where they came from maybe they were homeless but they spawned in the island one day I think their names were Lily and Lila or something

I think by the end there's like a revolution or something or the people realize the law banning twins is stupid cause they go back to get their kids back

And ksit and Dog live with their parents at some point and I think the girls are neighbors

Now that I have written everything down, probably for the first time ever. I have a lot of plot holes lmao. Cause they lived in... The town? For a while but besides Tongue I don't remember them having parents but then I just made them roommates

Forgot to mention tho, the secondary characters Ksitdog and Dogksit which were my legs... They worked in the studio. I think they... Look the studio was my body, they might have been walls. Cause I was sitting on the floor. Or like helpers? For each hand idk idk

But they no longer existed after the studio arc disappeared

You know. This story was ongoing since I was 4 to like 11 (just repeating itself with very little progress when I was bored and just like thinking about them) well like, I thought this when I was trying to sleep so yeah

But if I have to guess now or like make the plot better I'd say maybe the law happened bc ksit and Dog fooled the people with whatever they were doing in the studio

Or you know I could make tongue the father who tried to hide the kids but like making then swap places but then they were found out and sent away

Okay enough

At this point I just want to apologize to any twins existing out there

I'm sorry the imaginary town in my head banned you cause of your evil plans

Not only was I a cringe teenager I was also a cringe toddler, why couldn't I have made a cool story with dragons or something why did I ban the twins

#the whole greekblr oc sexyman poll reminded me of them #i think i said something about them in a post lol #oc #ksit and dog #Ξιτ και Ντογκ #ναι οκ θα το κανω ταγκ ποτε δεν ξερεις #ειναι η πρώτη φορα που γραφω το στορυ τους καπου ας το εχω #sugarenia talks #sugarenia thoughts

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Number 26 of the smut prompts with Unburied Riddler?

“I can’t wait until we get to the bedroom-I need you, and I need you now!”

Idk I just like the thought of that man being desperate and begging…

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I Need You

Batman Unburied!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 1.1k yeah you're right, begging and whining are his literal hobbies i think. i just cannot be normal about him and i will go insane if we don't get more of him plus an official artist's interpretation of him 💚 (it's actually more... gn!reader with a vagina btw but i put female for the sake of first glance intros y'know?) request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: flirting, begging, persistant eddie, awkward sex

Walking beside you, slightly behind and occasionally stepping on the back of your shoes, Eddie followed you, very law-abidingly, through the streets of Gotham. Sunglasses and hat on, he was in about as much of a disguise as you could get him in, but most of the people wouldn’t have looked twice at him in the street with or without the accessories. Outside of his Riddler costume, he really was just another guy. That’s what made him so dangerous though, you mused, as he kicked your heel again.

But his knowledge of the criminal mind, and his well-documented intellect, meant that he was sought after by the GCPD to assist with criminal investigations. In the past, you had worked well with him. Too well. There was something about him, something that meant you were willing to risk your reputation and career for him. Although, at this moment in time, it was difficult to remember what that was, and far easier to remember everything about him that irritated you.

“Eddie. I swear to god I will break your ankles and carry you on my back.”

“I’m not going to argue, actually. I would like to be carried. Like a wittle baby.”

He made a pouting face and then laughed at his own dumb joke.

“Oh, come on! We’ve been walking around for soooooo long! When are we going to get there.”

“it’s not my fault you wanted something to eat. I get you out on day release to help me and you demand that we go get food first?”

“I did. Yes. You don’t even want to know about the unpalatable shit they serve to us in there. It’s disgusting.”

“Yeah, yeah. So you keep saying. But to get somewhere that has a decent hygiene rating, I’m afraid we’ve got another couple of blocks to go.”

“Uh, fine. I guess after that we can swing by your place and I can have a nap or something.”

“Why would you think that was an option?”

“Hmmmm… because we both know that there isn’t actually a case for me to help you with.”

You turned to face him, the movement so quickly he hadn’t realised you had stopped, both of you knocking into one another on the street.

“How did you… Yes there is!”

“No there isn’t! You broke me out as an excuse to see me. No conjugal visits in the maximum security wing, after all.”

You scoffed, trying to pretend that he didn’t have you completely. And there wasn’t much use in denying it now. Really, it had only been a matter of time before he realised the truth of your plan, and you wondered how long ago he had worked it out.

“When did-”

“Just after you called and asked if I could help. You’re so predictable.”

Rolling your eyes you walked away from him, the sounds of his feet running after you as you crossed the street and entered a diner. After fuelling up, you left the diner reluctantly, worrying about how to approach the delicate subject of the true intentions behind his assistance. He knew what you wanted from him, but you knew that he was likely to be an unforgiveable tease about it. And so, mulling over the options in your mind, you were happy to listen to him chattering away as you walked to your apartment.

“Oh my god that was so good. Seriously, that was maybe the best meal I’ve had. And I saw the sweat from the chef’s forehead drip into a pan. But I ate every last drop. I really had forgotten what real food tasted like!”

Stepping quickly to your back he grabbed at your ass playfully.

“Forgot what you tasted like too.”

You turned to scold him, but he interrupted you with a kiss.

“Eddie! My apartment is like fifteen more minutes away. Do you think you could be sensible enough not to engage in anything to inappropriate out in public?”

An irritating, high-[itched mewling whine erupted from his pout.

“I can’t wait until we get to the bedroom though. I need you! And I need you now! Pleaseeeeee.”

The long, drawn-out begging was grating on your ears, but it tugged at something deeper inside of you. The desire to feel needed or wanted? You didn’t want to do any pop-psych on yourself in that moment though. Truthfully, you were desperate for him as much as he seemed to be for you.

“Come on! This alley… looks deserted… if you’re into that kind of thing?”

Looking down into the dim, disgusting walkway, you turned back to him with a raised eyebrow.

“Do you really need to ask that?”

“Well, that answers that question then.”

His arms were pulling at you as his lips met yours, dragging you back with lust into the shadows and pressing you against the wall where he kissed you harder. Frantically pulling at your pants until you started to slide them down on your own, letting him fumble with his own zipper and belt. When he had his cock free, he spat in his hand, stroking the length before he pressed in close to you again. Angling his cock against your lips, you inhaled softly at the sensation of the tip on your skin, the slight, although hesitant and kind of clumsy, spreading of your legs as he tried to get better access to you.

“Ok… this… it’s the angle… I can’t…”

You tried to shift against him, but he stepped back.

“Could you like… bend over or something?”

I really, really don’t want to scrape my hands on this disgusting wall… it’s bad enough my jacket is now going to have to be burned for touching it.”

“Ok well… I dunno…”

He looked around the alley before his eyes settled on something further up.

“Oh!”

Skipping towards a pile of old boxes, holding his pants over his still hard cock. Stopping at them, the rotting wood damp with mold, he gestured with his hands like he was displaying the top prize on some tacky gameshow. With a smile, he propositioned you.

“Huh?”

“I am not leaning over that disgusting trash.”

He groaned, seemingly exasperated with your entirely reasonable desire to not get tetanus from fucking him.

“Look, this is supposed to be hot and kinda dirty. You need to stop being so picky.”

“If I wasn’t so picky with men, I wouldn’t have to break you out of prison for a quick fuck.”

“Oof, touché.”

You rolled your eyes at him, pants pulled back up, arms folded across your chest.

“Please, come o-o-on!”

Your spine shivered at the shrill sound of his begging.

“Maybe we should just wait until we’re somewhere clean. Where no one will see me. With you.”

You turned to leave the alley, Eddie slowly making up the distance behind you, all the while whining and pleading. And crouching slightly to hide his erection.

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