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#if only someone would pull me by it 👉🏻👈🏻
bonny-kookoo · 2 months
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I’m obsessed with my princess. I’ll take a late night snack if you have one 🥹👉🏻👈🏻
Since I've been yelled at to make more brat tamer kook content: Here you go, some sweet tension!
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Jungkook has come to learn that you know very well how to get under his skin by now.
And you also, not just on occasion, make it a fun game for yourself to see how much you can annoy him before he snaps. Maybe because he's been pretty lenient with you compared to how he would normally like to go at it. He can't really do much about it either- his wolfblood constantly telling him to put you back into your proper place in the pack.
A pack he doesn't have, but that doesn't mean his instincts know that too.
Jungkook doesn't have many canine hybrids as friends, except maybe Yoongi. But since he's bonded to his own partner, Jungkook doesn't really feel any sort of need to care for him like he does with you- though he's not too sure why he's starting to get so attached to you either.
You're just friends- and even that would technically be a stretch to say. He doesn't know you, and you don't know him either.
But he can't deny the fact that he really.. enjoys this game of push and pull you two constantly seem to engage in, every bark sent into your direction only momentarily causing you to follow his word. Maybe you're instinctively able to really figure out if he's being genuinely angry or upset at you, or if he leaves room for you to try and test him on his threats, because otherwise, he'd not be too sure as to why you're just so good at walking that line with him.
And sometimes he has to admit, his fingers are itching.
Just like today, where you're just constantly annoying him by either repeating his words for no reason, or by making his job absolutely impossible. Though, taking care of you at your apartment and making sure you're getting the hang of normal everyday life-tasks wasn't really in his job description, to be fair. He's not even getting paid extra for this.
Why is he doing this again?
He's not sure, but he also can't really think about it for much longer, because right now, you've overstepped the line. There's no way you don't know what you're doing, and no one can blame him for physically acting on this, because how dare you.
You just bit him.
And he's reacting accordingly, at least if someone was to ask his instincts in that moment, a hand on the back of your neck pressing you down into your couch, while you growl to yourself. And the second he realizes what he's doing, he wants to apologize-
when he notices your tail wagging. Even this right now, is still a fucking game to you.
"Don't tell me you're pissed just cause I nipped your arm there." You laugh, probably sensing that he's not serious yet. "Boo-hoo. Now lemme go, I wanna watch TV-" You start to struggle, successfully slipping out of his grip- but he's not done yet.
He can't let this stand.
So just as you're ready to slip off the couch, he grabs you by your waist, just to pull you back, his body entirely covering yours, keeping you in place while he bites your neck.
Scruffs you, like the spoiled, unmannered pup you are.
And the reaction is almost instantaneous- compared to how on other occasions you've simply accepted and reluctantly agreed to his scolding, right now, you're fully submitting, tail between your legs underneath him, a soft whine coming from you. And it's now that he realizes, he's never had the upper hand over you, never had you under control at all.
You've always simply let him win.
Once he lets go of you, ready to apologize for acting so harshly, you instead crawl onto his lap, clinging to him, quietly. Visibly in need for his comfort again, desperate to get back on his good side.
Oddly how he remembers himself acting when he was younger, and scolded by his own parents.
Suddenly, you're not all that bold anymore, not even apologizing, simply leaning into him, rubbing your cheek against his clothes whenever he stops holding you. It all happened so quickly that he doesn't even process it that much right now, but all he knows is that whatever happened definitely got the message across for you.
"I'll never bite again.." You mumble into his shoulder, hiding away from him, and he laughs, running a hand up and down your back.
"No, it's fine. It just caught me off guard." He explains himself. "I'm a wolfdog mix, so I apologize I reacted like that. I couldn't really help it." He offers you, and you nod.
"No, I was being mean." You defend him. "Can I continue cuddling you? Or do you want to leave?" You ask, giving him the genuine option to go- and he knows, he probably should.
But instead, he shakes his head, and sits a bit more comfortably.
Holding you until you fall asleep, while he watches some random TV channel in your apartment.
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sinmalssimp · 6 months
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Hellooooo i‘m a HUUUGE arlecchino simp hehe
Was wondering if you could write a oneshot of just maybe arlecchino and reader being just sweet and domestic and cuddly? I feel like as a partnershe would actually be pretty damn good considering the children of the hearth actually look up to her as well 🥺 or just toothrotting fluff and whatever u feel fits in that hehe
Keep uo the awesome work💕✨
(please no headcanons cuz i dont really like reading those 👉🏻👈🏻)
A little longer|Arlecchino X wife!reader
I'm only using wife as a title,the readers pronounce are she/they!
[Reminder that I do write one-shots yall just need to be specific like here.]
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Arlecchino sighed as she looked at the pile of paperwork on her desk,it has been hours since she started working and she was not even close to being done.
She wanted nothing more but to spend time with her lovely wife,who was currently keeping themselves busy attending to the children.
Arlecchino has come to care for the children,even when she doesn't know how to show it and even when shes harsh on them she wants nothing but to provide the best life for them.
She raised her head the moment she heard the door to her office open,in the doorway stood her wife,holding a tray with a class of water and some sweets.
"You shouldn't overwork yourself,my lord,you need to take a break from time to time."[Name] said as they softly closed the door and walking over to their wife,putting down the tray on Arlecchinos desk.
Without any warning Arlecchino took her wife's wrist and pulled her down into her lap,holding her waist tightly.
The action cause a weak yelp come out of [Name]s,which was soon replaced with a chuckle.
"It seems someone's needy today."they said,teasing the white haired women who hid her face in her wife's neck,refusing to show her slightly flustered face.
"I just wish to hold my wife,is it that selfish of me?"Arlecchino said,her voice soft and delicate,her arms loosened a bit around her wife's waist,not wanting to hurt her.The other women chuckled as she started playing with her wife's hair.
"Of course not,my lord,you just caught me by suprise thats all."[Name] said as Arlecchino pulled away from her neck,now looking up at her wife with love in her black eyes.
"I shall get going,the children need me-"as she tried to stand up,[Name] was again pulled into a tight embrace,this time Arlecchino refused to let go.
"Stay,just a little longer."
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I also think Chan will love a boss girl who can be a submissive only for him in the sheets.
But I bet he would die even for a confident, grunge style girl on the streets , who walks fierce but she's an adorable soft baby and shy girl with him only. Someone who try to hide her naivety with clothes but can't fake it with him.
And imagine him discovering She even inexperienced? I think his corruption kink will go bbrr to know he's the only one she show her real self with.
Also he seems like a perfect care giver, I think he would be so thrilled to take care of someone who's hiding a soft innocent heart. He would adore her and cherish her, I'm crying. I also think he could get very possessive and protective tho. 👉🏻👈🏻
aHHH ! I wrote a response to this but it failed to publish so I gotta write it again.
Yes! This is the perfect concept of Chan in my mind because it caters to his Scorpio Venus of 'this side is for me and for me alone' and it would really adhere to his caregiver nature because it's like
'I love and feel good in knowing that I'm the only one that you feel safe in showing this side too' and it would make his heart soar and dick wet all at the same time.
I can just see Chan's smirk and loving eyes at how you look nervously at the floor, seeing your cheeks and chest blush scarlett now that he's removed your shirt and just wearing your bra.
'Sorry' you chuckle awkwardly as doubt flickered across your face, 'It's just a lot more intense than I thought this would be'.
Gentle hands rub up your arms and shoulders as he pulls you to him, holding you against his bare chest and his low voice whispered in your ear.
'Don't be nervous, I like how sweet and shy you get around me mmm? No one else does and I'll be the only one to ever see those pretty cheeks blush for me right?'
Please @lyramundana and @ddyskz write a piece based on this concept because it's so bang chan coded and it just fits so well.
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Ruthie 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 could we maybe get a peek of Jake’s pov when Bugs is getting yelled at in cyclone’s office? 🥺 -yuckosworld
ABSOLUTELY, Em! (I didn’t realize that way you until today, bc I didn’t recognize the side blog!! ily <3) This was such a well-needed change of pace for me since I’m kind of stuck on Chapter 5 rn. Apparently it was well-needed enough that it turned out being 2k long but HERE WE ARE 💀 Please enjoy, I loved writing this!
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~Jake’s POV of the second half of Chapter 4, aka the unofficial Chapter 4.5~
Jake’s had a weird day, to say the least. He’d started the morning still unsure if he was truly ready to trust Bugs with his story, or at least the portion related to his knee injury. She hadn’t pushed, she’d just sat there and listened to him. Sure she’d been adamant from the very beginning that she was just interested in helping him heal but he’d heard that song before from more familiar birds. There are only so many times you can get stabbed in the back before you start walking backward to avoid it. On top of that, what Bugs had revealed today just twisted the knife where it stuck. Not only had Dr. Hanover helped his coach guilt him into playing while injured, but he’d blatantly lied to Jake and possibly even his coach about Jake’s recovery timeline. The more Jake thought about it, the more he figured that his coach was probably in on the lie. Coach wanted Jake exactly where he envisioned him, regardless of Jake’s goals, his ambitions. He could have been the second coming of Wayne Gretzky himself and he wasn’t sure his coach would have cared. That was the thing about Coach, once he put you in a box and created his master plan for your life, your career, nothing else could get in the way of that. The problem was that he’d created a new box for Jake, but this time it was one that Jake hated. It went against everything that Jake was. And if he’d needed any more reasons to leave, now he had them.
But now he was here and he had Bugs. He could trust her. If he wasn’t already sure, he was when he’d seen her rage. She’d burned so fiercely he’d been caught between awe and fear, not that he’d ever admit that to anyone. He’d been on the receiving end of her anger a few times and while it had caught him off guard at first he’d grown to enjoy riling her up. But the righteous fire in her eyes as she cursed out Dr. Hanover, demanding to know what he’d done to Jake as if weighing his sins before delivering swift hard justice, was something he’d never experienced before. She wanted to fight… for him. He’d had plenty of physicians in the past who spouted the same Hippocratic oath bullshit but he’d never seen someone like Bugs. Maybe it was her youth. She was the same age as him, this was her first big gig, and she still had passion for what she did, unlike the crusty old men that Jake usually found himself in the care of. He wasn’t too proud to admit that his cock had twitched in his sweats at the display of such fierce loyalty, at the fire of devotion in her eyes. It made him want to drop to his knees and worship her, injury be damned.
Then she’d cried. His heart clenched painfully in his chest as he remembers looking up to see the silent tears streaming down her cheeks, the pain in her eyes haunting him. Pain for him. Not pity, but empathy. He’d wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms and hold her. He’d settled for holding her hands. It was then that he realized that if he saw her cry again? Whoever was responsible for her tears was going to get put in the fucking ground. No one makes his Bunny cry. He clenches his fist around the weight in his hand unconsciously. He’s in the weight room working his arms since he’s on strict orders to keep off his leg until scans can be scheduled and tests can be run.
His phone dings and he glances at the screen to see Maverick’s name pop up. He sets down the weight to snag his phone from where it’s sitting on the gym phone next to the bench. “CYCLONE’S OFFICE NOW. HURRY.” The text is all caps and nothing like what he normally receives from his older coach. The warning sirens go off in Jake’s brain even as the rational part of his brain tries to convince him that nothing’s wrong. You mentioned that you were planning to meet with Mav and Cyclone ASAP to fill them in on his condition. They probably just wanted him to be present. Still, he can’t shake the feeling that something’s wrong. He barely stops to rack the dumbbell before he moves for the elevator as fast as he can. His knee groans in protest, strapped into the brace Bugs put on it. He does his best to move quickly, smashing the buttons and succumbing to the waiting game. Most of the facilities in the arena were on the ground floor but Cyclone’s office was one of the few located on the second floor. He knows Bugs would chew him out for taking the stairs even if they were the quicker option. Finally, the doors slide open and Jake makes his way down the hallway towards the door at the end. He’s not even halfway there, however, when he hears the muffled shouting. His blood runs cold. The reason for the urgency in Maverick’s text suddenly becomes clear. Jake takes a shuddering breath before he starts running, knee be damned. He groans in thanks when he finds the door unlocked but the venom-filled words filtering from the other side are finally clearly audible.
“I knew hiring you was a mistake and look what you’ve done! You can’t even do your fucking job!” Jake’s heard enough. He shoves the door open so hard he almost takes it off its hinges.
“HEY!” His voice is pure fury. Cyclone is red in the face and leaning over his desk, an accusatory finger waving in your face where you’re sitting across from him. He turns his attention to Jake at the outburst. You don’t even flinch at the sound of the door and Jake’s heart squeezes in concern at your lack of reaction until he watches the harsh tension of your shoulders relax a little.
He storms across the room, stepping in front of you, doing his best to shield you from the wrath rolling off Cyclone. His finger is inches from Jake’s cheek. “This isn’t her fault, so don’t you go accusing her as if it is.” He’s furious, seething at the complete and total lack of professionalism his boss is exhibiting. He’s starting to wonder if he’s gone from the frying pan into the fire when Cyclone decides to make things worse.
“That’s not up to you, son. She’s fired, effective immediately. This is gross negligence, she’s lucky we don’t sue.” If he wasn’t so angry, Jake might laugh in his face at that. He’s no lawyer but he knows that there’s not even a hint of gross negligence at play when it comes to you.
“No, she’s not. The only way I’m getting treated is if she’s the one to do it.” Jake glares at Cyclone, his mouth twisting into a cruel smirk as his eyes gleam. Cyclone hasn’t realized it quite yet but he doesn’t have control of the luck in this scenario, it’s confidently in Jake’s. “I know I’ve cost you all a pretty penny that you currently don’t have so not only can you not afford to fire me, but you need me to play, and the only way that’s going to happen is if my leg heals, and I’m telling you right now that that’s not happening unless Bugs is my physician. If you want to blame someone?” He tilts his head, daring Cyclone to try this shit again. “I’m feeling pretty good about my chances of suing my last physician and coach for a lot more than gross negligence.” He watches Cyclone’s eyes dart around nervously and Jake knows he’s won. “But Bugs and I are a package deal. If I stay, she stays, and I’m staying.” Some would call it cocky but Jake knows it’s not. It’s calculated, and ambitious. This is the Jake Seresin his opponents see on the ice. This is the Hangman, he gets what he wants and he doesn’t take no for an answer. Cyclone nods silently and Jake lowers his hackles, anger melting into concern for you. You’ve been completely silent throughout this entire exchange almost as if you’re not even here. He turns around to face you and his heart shatters into a thousand pieces. Your eyes are glazed over, your expression vacant, and you’re completely checked out of what’s going on. He prays it’s because you’re barricaded somewhere safe, protecting yourself instead of lost in the walls of your mind. He leans in close, doing his best to take up your entire field of vision to shield you from your fear in any way he knows. He reaches out gently, afraid to startle you as he slides his hands into yours, using them to gently help you to your feet. Your body follows, and he’s thankful you still have control of your faculties, not that he’d hesitate to scoop you into his arms and carry you out of this hellhole himself. “Come on, Bunny. “ He whispers to you placing a hand on the small of your back. He keeps the other laced with yours as he slowly, gently guides you out of Cyclone’s office, ignoring the other two men in the room.
He knows he should get you somewhere private, somewhere safe before he tries to get through to you but he has no idea how long you’ve been in there and speed seems of the essence. He stops halfway down the hallway, turning to place his back to the office, protective, shielding you as he reaches to cup your jaw and stroke his thumb across your cheek. He searches your eyes, trying to keep the fear out of his own at the glazed-over and empty look in yours. “Bunny? Hey Bunny, come back to me, baby. I know you’re in there, Bunny, come on.”
He’s not sure how long he stands there whispering soft coaxings and reassurances to you. The worry rising in his mind and making his heart race threatens to take him under too because it’s been far too long when finally he watches the light return to your eyes. “There you are, Bunny. You okay, baby?” He can’t even be bothered with wondering when he started calling you baby. The relief rushing through him is overwhelming and he almost doesn’t catch you as your knees buckle suddenly. He throws an arm around your waist and leans the two of you against the wall, not trusting himself to keep you both upright. You nod up at him, still silent before you call his name and your voice is almost unrecognizable as it croaks out and he almost sobs at the sound. “Yeah, baby? I’m right here, Bunny.” He wants you to know that you’re safe now, that he’s not going to let anything happen to you, that you don’t have to be afraid of anything, least of all Cyclone.
“What were you- How’d you- Why’d you do that?” You trip over your words and Jake shakes his head gently. His heart aches at the idea that you wouldn’t expect him to defend you after everything you’d done for him.
“It’s like I said this morning, Bunny. We make a good team. You really think I’d let you get away when we’re just getting started?” Your eyes warm despite the apprehension he still sees in them and he feels the sudden urge to kiss that apprehension away. He’s taken aback at his strong feelings. When did that happen? You weren’t even his friend yesterday and now he’s putting his job on the line for you and wanting to kiss you here in the hallway outside his boss’s office. He doesn’t have long to consider these questions as the door down the hall opens again and you step out of his arms as Maverick comes walking towards the two of you. He has to fight every impulse to not pull you back to him, Maverick be damned but he puts on his most professional smile as he turns to face his coach just as he claps a hand on Jake’s shoulder.
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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 9 months
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Hi! I really loved your stories and I saw that your requests are open! Can I request gavriel with crush!reader having nightmares and panic attacks and he comforts her? Maybe stays with her and it happens again and they confess to each other? 👉🏻👈🏻
Thank you for the love! It means a lot.🤍This is slightly different then the request but I hope you'll still like it.🤍
Chase it all away
Gavriel was willing to wait. With so much experience and so many years lived he had swooned over many females. Shared bed with even more and considered himself having a crush so many times he didn't have enough fingers to bend.
But you felt different the moment he saw you. Maybe it was your much younger spirits, maybe your kind eyes. But all of a sudden Gavriel felt as if he was a young fae boy, only just learning what female attention was. What the butterflies in the stomach meant. That waiting for someone else's glance made you anxious, full of hope, and almost defenseless.
"Lion turned into a kitty cat", Fanrys sighed dramatically, smirking over the rim of his cup. Gavriel drew his eyes back to the table, positioned in the back of the pub, tucked away slightly, providing some privacy for the males and their conversations. "Watch your mouth pup", the older male warned, only causing a bigger smirk to paint the white wolf's lips. Because Gavriel was never defensive, he was calm and cool. His emotions were always intact. Always calculated, he was a true father figure to most, a nurturing yet strict kind. So watching him all distracted and lost in his thoughts was a first.
"I still think you should go and talk to her", the fact that Lorcan even bothered to be a part of this discussion, made Gavriel shake his head. "Do you bunch have nothing better to do?", he lifted his cup of ale to his lips and his eyes wandered off again. Managing to find you with no more than a quick scan of the room. "Oh come on now, you like her. Time is cruel to us all, go get her tiger", Fenrys purred. Gavriel bumped his knee under the table causing Fenrys cup to slide down, liquid pouring all over his clothes, "Mind your business, boy".
And so Gavreil suppressed it all. All gone were the glances. The smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He managed to push it all back and paint the picture that nothing was there to look at. No emotions. No desire. No flustered hearts.
"I thought you wouldn't come for a moment", Gavriel was leaning against the back wall, right as you approached, quickly pulling the hood off your head. Truth was, you've been his for some time. Well, kind of his. The worrier was just so terrified of these new feelings that he kept it all hidden from the noisy people. "Have I ever stood you up", even if your words were supposed to carry bits of humor, Gavriel sensed the shift immediately.
His fingers were under your chin intensely, lifting your head, so the moon would cast its light upon you, letting him scan your features.
"What's going on?", your crystal-like eyes looedk up at the older male in front of you. The idea was to hide it. Even if Lia, your coworker, bluntly pointed out that you are dealing with a male who had lived over six hundred years. But it wouldn't hurt to try, right? So you shake your head slightly. Hoping that he would just drop it.
"Darling, I won't push you but... did something happen?", and it's his eyes that are deadly in this fight. It's Gavriel's caring gaze that has you leaning into his chest as the first tears threaten to roll down your cheeks. Gavriel wraps you up without hesitation. His initial reaction is to look around for any threats. Has anyone lingered at the pub? Caused trouble? Hurt you in any way?
"Just...", you hiccuped suddenly finding it hard to breathe. "Easy love, easy", Gavriel's touch is gentle even if he knows that his hand would be a deadly weapon if he found the one responsible for causing you so much distress. "I had this dream. Someone...", you mutter quietly, "Someone followed me, and now...", you look back quickly, and Gavriel's eyes dart up as well, "He was there", you whisper shout.
Gavriel pulls you behind him instantly, a low growl slips past his lips. He's a hunter at heart and has the desire to slip into the dark alley you just came from. To go and kill every single breathing creature there. He takes a step forward but then halts. You're here. He would be leaving you alone. Upset. Scared and shaking. So he spins back around.
"Drink this", Aelin pushes a cup of tea closer to you. Back to the family house. That's where he took you. A place that no one else was supposed to know of but Gavriel had to. Had to even if Rowan was more than unhappy at first. Not to mention that Gavriel coming back with a girl took them all by surprise.
"Hey, now you're safe", Aelin gently clasps your hand, looking ahead just like you. All the males standing in the corner of the room. The sour expression not leaving Gavriel's face. And it's so strange because, in all of your lifetime, no one had ever cared so much. No one had made it their priority to protect you. Keep you away from harm's way and Gavriel is there telling his closest friends everything in hopes of getting their help.
A couple of males, you don't know the name of, slip out of the room. But not before you see the gleam of daggers in their hands. What will they do? Gavriel closes the distance between you. Gently running his hand through your hair as he kneels closer to you. "How are you, sweetheart?", his tone is low as his tawny eyes piercing through your soul. "Don't go", you whisper. Because something inside you is telling you that he as much as anyone wanted to hunt that creep down.
Gavriel's eyes soften and he's about to object but Rowan cuts in, "I think that's for the best", but Gavriel is shaking his head. He has to go there himself. "You trust yourself enough to not lose control?", Rowan pushes again. Something in Gavriel's expression changes as if he too only now noticed how on edge this all had him. Your hand reaches out to him and he swiftly pulls it closer to his lips, placing a loving kiss there before he nods. Rowan nods back and with a quick kiss on Aelin's temple slips back out to catch up with the others.
Gavriel ushers you up to his room as soon as you're done with your tea. You seem calmer but the moment you're in bed your nerves are at high alert. You can't keep your eyes closed for longer than a couple of minutes. Flinching at any sound outside the door. Gavriel is at war with himself because yes you two had been kind of seeing one another but nothing was official and neither of you had said anything regarding your situation. And yes he had hugged you before but bringing you to his embrace like this. In his bed. Seemed like something you might not be ready for.
But after a third time of you jumping up Gavriel slowly inches closer. You feel the heat from his palm before you feel it touch you. And then he's carefully holding onto your upper thigh as he drags you closer to his body, draping your leg over his lap, pulling you to his side. Your hands sneak to wrap around his middle and you let out a content sigh. Gavriel moves to run his fingers through your hair, twirling the ends before moving to another strand.
"I'll always keep you safe", he mutters making you look up at him, "I know and that's why I like you so much", you lean in, nuzzling closer to his neck. Leaving a soft kiss on the side of his neck. "That's the only reason why you like me?", he teases playfully, and you can't help a tired chuckle at how suddenly prideful he got. "No... You're not too bad to look at too. Not to mention that your hot", your eyes suddenly shot open as you realized how that sounded, and the male-only let's out a laugh, "Hot, huh?", "As in warm Gavriel, as in warm", and you're thankful that your face is in the crook of his neck because your cheeks are burning.
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h4arts · 8 months
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Hi! I saw that you've opened your requests for s&b sooo can I request a Nikolai x reader where they're in an arranged marriage and they're distant with each other but one day they get ambushed and she's the one who saves Nikolai (like she can fight and she's good at it) and Nikolai is surprised and he starts seeing her differently and they start spending time together and confess? Angst to fluff kind of thing 👉🏻👈🏻
pearls to opals, nikolai lantsov -synopsis: your new husband takes a liking to make small aspects of your new life miserable. it isn't until a close call in an ambush that he truly sees you for who you are, not as your parents painted you to appear. -warnings: injuries, fighting, me not knowing a thing about boats, def not proofread and a bit rushed (i'm so sorry)
Pearls glinted in the dim lighting, reflecting off your mirror as you stare at your reflection. You didn't want pearls, you hated them actually, yet you had to suffer through an entire wedding and celebration with their weight setting into your collarbones. That wasn't even the worst of it.
This wedding was yours, to a man you knew nothing about besides his name. Everything felt wrong, like you were in someone else's skin, taking someone else's place. And in a way, you supposed you were. A soft knock on the door breaks your mind from wandering too far, and at your permission, your mother enters the room, glittering from head to toe in blue velvets and shimmering sapphires. You wondered how she managed to pull off so much blue.
"Feeling alright?" She asks, sitting on the open end of the stool you sat upon.
"Just fine." No, not at all. This whole thing had been arranged, for the better future of Ravka. That's what your father had told you the day you found out of this predicament. A few choice words had slipped past your lips that evening, angering your father, but you didn't care, this was your life, not his. Your anger had been brushed off though, and this was where it led you, a dim room in the palace you were to be married in in mere minutes.
"Good. You look wonderful, the pearls look wonderful on you. Excellent choice on my behalf." The words made your stomach churn with sickness. The pearls didn't belong to you, and even if they had, you would have thrown them into the depths of the sea before ever wearing them. "Come, it's time."
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That had been months ago, and you had been living comfortably yet miserably since then. Your new husband, Nikolai, had been relentless in his remarks against you during the first weeks of the marriage, but in the last two months, he'd hardly spoken a word to you. You'd sleep in the same bed but on opposite ends, never touching in between. You'd sit beside each other at meals, but only spoke when asking for something closer to the other.
It was constant working around each other, you were hardly in the same room during the waking hours of the day. Keeping this in mind, you weren't sure why your feet carried you towards the harbor Nikolai's returning ship would soon be docked on. He hadn't been there for you, why are you going for him?
The question plagued your mind as you sat on a bench, watching as part of the ship's crew jumped onto the dock, securing the boat to ensure it wouldn't drift away with the tide. Finally, the ramp was set in place and the crew on the docks rushed aboard the ship while others carried crates of various sizes off, a few nodding to you in acknowledgement, which you returned.
A boy slightly younger than you came running off the ship, weaving between the people surrounding him, the unmistakable shout of Nikolai's voice sounding after the boy. He ran right at you, dropping something into the palm of your hand as he passed. You squint after him in confusion, his broad shoulders crashing into the people lining the streets as his long legs carried him away from the docks at a quick pace. Looking back towards the ship, you stifle a laugh and the glare Nikolai sent to the back of the boy's head from over the railing. You quickly turn your head when his gaze turns to you, but you didn't miss the frown that turned almost deeper at the sight of you.
The feel of something in your hand became apparent as you remembered it, but at the sight of it, you wished you hadn't looked. A pearl bracelet with a golden clasp rested in your palm, suddenly feeling heavier that it was. Pushing through the wave of the crew with crates adorning the tops of their shoulders, you climbed the ramp to the boat, weaving your way to Nikolai, who stood surrounded by three other men and women. With a sigh, he waved them away, promising to meet them later, and you took that as a sign to approach the man.
"These wouldn't be of any importance to you, would they?" You hold your hand out, revealing the set of pearls that was currently weighing down your hand with vicious yet imaginary weight.
"Are they not to you? I was under the impression that a girl like you would swoon over such a thing." Nikolai responded dryly, taking the bracelet from your hold.
"Well you're wrong. I prefer diamonds. Pearls are for women like my mother." Nikolai let out a laugh at that, though he was anything but amused by the comment.
"Of course you would prefer the expensive alternative." He was wrong, though. You didn't hate diamonds, but they were better than pearls in your eyes. Anything was, really. Pearls were not yours, they never had been and never would be, but Nikolai couldn't have been more oblivious to the fact as he wrapped them in a soft cloth and returned them to an open crate nearby, presumably where the running boy had taken them from to begin with.
Before you could question why the boy had taken them to begin with, a loud noise echoed through the harbor, followed by the unmistakable sound of gunfire.
"What is going on?" Nikolai didn't get an answer, as you had shoved him aside. One of the attackers swung himself onto the ship, rifle firing at where the two of you had just been standing.
"What does it look like." you frown, breaking off a stick of wood from a barrel that had been broken by the gunfire.
"What are you-" Once again, Nikolai receives no answer his mouth being covered by your free hand, eyes peering around the crates the two of you were hid behind. A creak in the boards sounds from behind, making Nikolai turn to look, but when his eyes returned to your spot, you were gone. Though he had no time to wonder where you had gone before the barrel of a pistol was pointed right at him. Slowly, Nikolai raised his hands, uncurling his legs from beneath him even slower as to not alarm the raider.
"Where are those pearls? I know you've got 'em." Nikolai chooses not to respond as he tries to form a plan of attack. You however, seemed to have beat him to it. With a loud crack, the attacker is sent falling forwards, Nikolai quickly scrambling to the side to avoid being crushed under the other man's weight. You stood before Nikolai now, the stick from the crate held tightly in your hand.
"Well, I guess we both have a reason to hate pearls now." With a disinterested glare, you turn your back to him and race off the boat to the docks where the rest of Nikolai's crew was fending off the others who attempted to attack the ship. He quickly regains a hold of the situation, running behind you to fight as well.
Half distracted, Nikolai fights alongside his crew, still sparing a few too many glances at you. Maybe, he thought, he'd been wrong about you. Or he had just overlooked the obvious. You had held yourself as more of a fighter than a diplomat, someone who was shoved into a role they did not want to play, he knew that feeling too well and wondered if it was too late to fix what shouldn't have happened to begin with.
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Returning home was not something you looked forward to, anticipating a lecture of some sort. Accompanied by more silence and a continuance of glances that were gone before you could tell if they were real or not. The thought of being ignored by your own husband in a home that was not yours was terrifying, and you hated every moment of it. However, Nikolai spent the journey planning how to change that, how to start over all the things he should have done sooner.
The dirt path came in to view just outside the harbor town. It was a view you'd seen only a few times since your arrival in Ravka, but you'd always wondered what the path looked like from the road travelling through it rather than around it.
"What's caught your eye out there?" Nikolai had been observing your tense posture since the carriage doors opened and he'd sat across from you.
"Nothing. Just looking." You respond. Maybe one day you could come back and travel it yourself. Then, you'd have all the time in the world. He nodded, dropping the subject though he knew it wasn't true.
Once you'd arrived back, you were quick to make a move back to your room, but a hand on your wrist gently pulled you back. Nikolai's hand.
"I need to say something before you go running off again," He sucked in a sharp breath, eyes staring deep into your own, like he was just seeing you for the first time. "I want to start over."
"What?" You were nothing but confused and tired and there was probably an injury somewhere that you needed to take care of.
"This marriage is not what it should be, I know that. And, I apologize it's taken me so long to realize that it was not your fault, but mine." The tension in your shoulders seemed to match his now, this wasn't the conversation you'd imagined would take place. "I've misjudged you, and I've not even given you the time you deserve. If you'd like to leave this place, me, I couldn't rightfully stop you. But if you stayed, this time I'd give you more than just a crown or a spared glance, I can promise that fully to you right now."
This was the promise you'd been waiting for, but it didn't feel right. Not after everything you'd been put through this far.
"I won't leave." The tension in Nikolai's face slowly loosened up. "But it will take time to fix what was broken to begin with."
"Of course. I wouldn't expect anything else."
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Two months later, your relationship with Nikolai had mended. You were closer than ever, and even the air around the two of you seemed lighter than after the marriage.
One morning when you had been awoken and told to meet Nikolai in the garden, you hadn't been expecting him to take you on the path you'd stared at on the night of the ambush. It was even better than you'd imagined. It was lush and green and the sunlight cast an ethereal glow through the leaved and branches hanging above your heads.
"It's beautiful out here."
"Not as beautiful as you." Nikolai grinned, that stupid grin that made your heart flutter.
"Oh, please." You turn away from him, instead kneeling by a bush blooming with pink and yellow flowers.
"I'm serious," He starts, kneeling beside you and picking a pink one, tucking it gently behind your ear. "Before I forget, I've got something for you." You watch as he pulls something from his pocket and holds it out to you. It was a thinly wired gold ring with an opal stone. It was simple, but it was the prettiest ring you'd ever seen.
"I know you could care less for diamonds, truly. I thought it might suit you." He takes your hand, sliding the ring onto your finger. It glinted in the sunlight, reflecting sparkles in your eyes as you admired it.
"I love it, thank you." Lifting your eyes to meet his, he's already looking at you, a soft look like he'd give you everything, and he would.
"Anything for you."
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reader following jason’s happy trail and kissing down his tummy? can be any verse i’m not picky i just want slightly whiny jay getting attention 👉🏻👈🏻🥺
Syrupy golden light shown through the double doors to your balcony and Jason luxuriated in the warmth of your apartment, sinking into your squashy second-hand sofa and stretching like a lazy cat.
It was a good morning. The odd Sunday morning after a night out when he found you happily making brunch instead of panic studying. "Will you hurry up?" he called, stretching again.
"Got your tummy full and now it's naptime?" you tease, padding back into the living room with a cup of coffee.
Jason pouted and reached for you when you set your mug down, "I missed you this week."
"My poor knight," you tut, adjusting so you can straddle his hips and admire. You'd always had a soft spot for big men with big hearts. The fact that Jason was beautiful to look at was a nice plus. But honestly, you just liked feeling safe.
"What're you doing?" he asked, feeling shy. He didn't mind you straddling him- enjoyed it actually. But shirtless, in the daylight; so many of his scars visible- he always waited for you to flinch away. You never had but, he dreaded the day the newest row of stitches was too much. Just past the point of redeemable bad boy to a dangerous man.
"Wondering if you're ticklish," you answer honestly, smiling a little.
Jason raised an eyebrow and reached up, trailing his fingers over your hip, looking for the spot that would make you yelp and wiggle to try and get away from him. "Knowing how to make me so hard I can't think straight isn't enough ammo, Kitten?" he rumbled, relieved.
"No," you answer breezily, smacking his hand away before bending to smudge a kiss against his heart, making him close his eyes. You smile to yourself and kiss the other side. Jason liked soft kisses. He liked being the soul focus of your attention. Being patted and kissed- like home decorating shows it was a sort of guilty pleasure. Something he liked but wouldn't ask for... It was hard to maintain your tough exterior when you whined every time someone nuzzled your abs.
Jason huffed a soft laugh, relaxing into the touch of your lips. The softest whispery kisses trailed down his skin. "I'm not ticklish, Kitten," he breathed.
"Still gonna look," you insist stubbornly; grinning when you looked up to see his cheeks darken when you nuzzle the start of his happy trail and he audibly whined. Who knew. A full tummy and a few kisses was enough to make Jason a needy puddle.
You pause, just above his belly button and smile when he reaches up to stroke your hair, "Feels good," he whined, "Don't stop."
"Not gonna stop," you assure him, brushing a soft kiss above his navel- only for Jason to go from whimpering to biting off a giggle.
"Fuck-" he complained, pouting, "Not fair-"
"You have the same ticklish spot as the Pilsbury doughboy," you giggle, nipping the spot with your teeth. Jason groaned- he'd hoped you wouldn't find it. It was the one spot that ever made him giggle.
"Rude-"
"It's cute," you tell him, leaning back and patting his abs teasingly, "Like knowing you've got some soft spots-"
"Only for you, kitten," he chuckled, pulling you down to pin you underneath him. You could lavish attention on him later. Right now, he just wanted to remind you how tiny you are. And how willing he is to exact revenge when you push his buttons.
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whirlwindimagines · 1 year
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Hey! <3 it's me again, the anon who requested the scenary of Wolfwood sister x Vash. Thank you sooooo much for taking my request, it made my day! <3
I'm writing again to request you for another scenario if it's not too much trouble 👉🏻👈🏻 and instead of being something romantic, it would be more like a family reunion.
The scenario would be with Vash reuniting with his sister (that would mean that instead of just Vash and Knives, in this scenario it would be Vash, Knives and reader, that means, they're triplets) who he believed to be dead since the Big Fall. How would he react upon finding her and realizing that the little girl he protected and cared for when he was a child was now a full grown woman who knew how to fight and shoot and that all kind of stuff?
I also thought that this scenario would be set in chapter 9 when Vash wakes up on "Home".
I hope all of this makes enough sense 👉🏻👈🏻😔 again, thank you so much for taking my "Wolfwood sister x Vash" request! I loved it! Hope you day is going well! See ya! 💕✨
I’m glad you enjoyed your previous request! I had fun writing it, and I had fun writing this one as well lol this one got away from me, I just kept adding to it and adding to it. Might make a part two with Nai if anyone's interested :) Also spoilers I guess? Also, i'm sorry but the twins with a sister screams the song Hey Brother by Avicii
‘Oh if the sky comes falling down’ 
Vash x Sister!Reader 
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You are pacing, you have been for a while now after all this time you thought you’d be a little braver. But it's like you’re that little girl again, scared and always crying and needing to run to your big brothers at the slightest inconvenience.
But it’s been decades now, and you haven’t had the privilege of doing that since before the fall. You remember it like it was yesterday, Rem, the escape pod, and then the desert. You were separated from Nai and Vash at that point. Waking up in the desert alone, everything on fire, you just ran unsure of what to do and where to go. 
You were more like Nai in the regard you didn’t need much to survive, so you wandered everywhere and anywhere with no real purpose, no goals only memories…
You were hiding, sometimes the ship seemed so cold. You didn’t want Nai and Vash to see you crying, it was pathetic! And not even for a good reason, wiping your eyes and sighing you feel all cried out. Someone calls your name, Vash you realize. Wiping your eyes harshly, you stand taking in deep breaths, before answering. 
Vash comes flying around the corner his face lighting up when he sees you, but then he frowns looking at your face. You try to smile but it’s a little watery. “Are you okay?” You nod not trusting your voice, Vash sighs and grabs you by the arm to pull you along.
You start to protest, but you close your mouth at the sound of a piano playing. Your face lights up as Vash pulls you into the room where Nai is playing, he was the best at piano out of the three of you. 
Pulling from Vash’s grip, you move forward to join Nai. He makes room for you on the bench but rolls his eyes at Vash as he pushes you into himself to make room for the three of you. You laugh then, content to sit between them and listen to them both play. 
Nai nudges you, and with some encouragement from Vash, you join in. The piano was not meant for three people to play at once, so it was more of a mess of notes as the three of you stumble over each other's hands. You feel much better now, and don’t notice the look Vash and Nai share over your head. 
You are pulled from the memory when a gentle hand rest on your shoulder, and turning to see Luidas smiling face. “He’s awake.” You thank her, watching her walk away, once she’s out of sight you sigh leaning against the wall and sliding down it to sit.
It was still surreal being here on this mostly operating SEED ship, staying here you could pretend the fall never happened, that you grew up here safe and happy. But you didn’t and you happened upon this ship by pure accident. 
Your luck it seemed had finally run out; you don’t know how many weeks you’d been going for at this point when you collapsed out in the dunes. When you came to you all you could feel was panic because there was no way you were on a SEED ship, you looked the same you were still grown you had all your things it just wasn’t possible. 
Luida knew what you were the instant she met you, it was odd and, in a way, comforting for someone to know your secret. She showed you then some old photographs, and well you simply couldn’t believe it, “That’s Vash.” You said voice slightly awed; she sat down next to you watching you with a soft smile. “Your y/n, he’s mentioned you before, well he thought you were…” she trails off, not having to say it because you thought the same of them. Nai isn’t in any of the photos, and you are simply not brave enough to ask. 
You stand now shaking your head, living in the past wasn’t an option right now. Vash was alive and here right on the other side of that door all you had to do was walk towards it. With a deep breath, you enter he’s sitting up on the bed messing with his arm. He doesn’t say anything, he probably thinks you are one of his friends that you came with. The group you’ve been avoiding for the most part. 
He looks different, older you’re sure you do too. You don’t know what to say, “Vash?” His name you cringe at your watery tone, not expecting to already be crying. He looks up surprised, your eyes meet and his jaw drops. You jump when he stands suddenly, he takes a step forward, stops, and says your name. 
You sob then, moving forward and throwing your arms around him, you’re just crying because you can’t believe it. He’s here, he’s alive and you don’t have to be alone anymore. Your big brother standing right before you, the tears just kept coming. You had made a vow to yourself that you'd no longer be weak and that you wouldn't cry all the time. But none of that mattered, besides you think this was a pretty good reason to cry.
Vash is too stunned to move because it’s you, his baby sister, alive you look different, your older that’s obvious but it’s in your face less alive, less joyful like you haven’t smiled in a long time. He doesn't understand how you are here, on this ship. Home. He wants to ask and needs to know what you’ve been doing all this time. Where have you been? How have you survived? You were the youngest, but you were in Nai's words closer to perfect than he was.
But Vash doesnt ask, he can't even speak, instead, he wraps his arms around you and cries. 
He pushes you back gently to look at your face, “your alive.” It’s the only thing he can say, “so are you.” You choke out, and you look away scared to ask but you have to know. “What about Nai?” You feel him tense, “it’s complicated.” He whispers, leading you over to the bed so the two of you can sit side by side.
You're confused, but let him continue. Vash begins to tell you what he’s been doing all this time, you doubt he’s telling you the whole truth and probably doesn’t want to share the gory details. You let out a ‘huff’ you’re sure no matter how long you’ve been alive he’ll always treat you like a baby sister. But you don’t interrupt, then he begins telling you about Nai. 
Eyes wide you simply can’t believe it, you are not naive you’ve heard strange rumors, hell you’ve seen some strange things as well. But all this death and destruction… was Nai really capable of that? You want to deny it, but you know Vash isn’t lying he would never lie to you. You sigh leaning your head on his shoulder, “well I’m here now, will figure it out together.” 
“Together?” Vash asks with a small voice, you smile “yeah, oh you’re not getting rid of me any time soon. We’re a family, and we have to stick together.” You say it’s a little childish, but you think you deserve to think a little childishly right now. You feel Vash begin to pull away, but you grab his arm not letting him get too far.
“It’s too dangerous, it’s best if you stay here.” You roll your eyes, and you give him a look. “Seriously? So, you think I’ve been holed up in a cave all these years? I’ve been out there surviving all these years by myself!” Your tone is bitter and he flinches, you soften. It’s not his fault, everything had been so chaotic after the fall, “please don’t treat me like a kid, I’m not that little girl anymore.” And you mean if you were not able to be her anymore, not since the fall. 
Vash looks at you really looks at you, and he knows your right. He sighs, “I don’t think I’d be able to stop you anyway.” He says with a laugh, you smile. Right now, everything was perfect, and while your family would never be complete not truly, it still hurt to think of Rem, and thinking of Nai was also painful. But for right, you’d hold on to this happiness and wouldn’t let go.
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theladyofdeath · 1 year
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Maybe something cut of Elain helping Azriel bandage a wound? 👉🏻👈🏻 Thank you have a nice day.
A/N: I am HERE for tender Elain. Thank you for your prompt! Ship: Elriel Warnings: blood
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Elain stepped into the manor and could smell the blood. The thick, metallic scent shocked her senses, causing her body to grow rigid and a small sense of panic to settle in the pit of her stomach.
Considering who her companions were, Elain was always prepared for danger, was always prepared to walk in to find someone bloodied and beaten. However, her sister's manor was not typically the place she walked in on such things. It was usually a safe place, a haven.
"Hello? Feyre?" she called, and when his voice called back, perfectly calm and neutral, she relaxed.
"Elain?"
She welcomed herself inside and walked through the vast halls, only stopping when she reached the sitting room. Azriel looked perfectly comfortable as he laid back on the couch, his leathers discarded beside him and his wings sprawled as he lounged in his thin tunic. Although he looked relaxed, his hair was a sweaty mess and dirt coated his tanned skin. Elain wasn't sure how Feyre would feel having a filthy, sweaty Illyrian on her clean couch, but the thought only made Elain laugh quietly.
"I thought I smelled blood," she confessed, stepping further into the room. "I was worried."
Azriel hesitated before pulling himself into sitting position. He held up his hand, which was wrapped in a dirty strip of fabric. "Don't worry. It's just a scratch. I just got back from the mountains, ran into a little bit of trouble. I was told to meet Rhys here, but I think he got held up."
"Too busy being High Lord?"
Azriel chuckled as he shook his head. "He's with Feyre and Nyx. There's a new exhibit that opened this morning. I won't call him back early, he should enjoy his time."
Elain nodded her agreement as she sat next to him on the sofa and held out her hand. Azriel hesitated before lifting his bandaged hand to hers. She began unwrapping it, realizing it was a strip from the bottom of his tunic. "What happened?"
Azriel kept his eyes on her face as her fingers worked. "Nothing you should be concerned about."
She knew Azriel well enough to know that meant: it wasn't pretty and I don't want to haunt you with the details.
But when the bandage was unraveled, Elain blinked down at the deep cut along the back of his hand, slashed across his scars. She frowned. "Azriel-"
"It's fine."
"It's deep."
"I heal quickly."
"It's still bleeding. How long have you had this?"
"A few hours. The bleeding has slowed. It'll stop soon."
Elain frowned, and Azriel placed his other hand gently over hers. She was always in awe of Azriel, who could slay on the battlefield and do horrendous things for his court, but always touched her with the gentlest of hands.
"At least allow me to clean it," she pleaded, quietly. "You may heal quickly but you are not invincible. An infection is fun for no one."
He nodded, and Elain knew it was purely for her benefit, not his. Pleased, she hurriedly fetched a bowl of water and a few clean rags before quickly searching for clean bandages. When she returned to the sitting room, Azriel had not moved an inch.
"I'm sorry," he said, as she sat beside him. When she frowned, he specified. "I'm sure I don't smell great."
Elain laughed as she took his hand in hers. "There are worse scents than that of a warrior. Promise."
Azriel's eyes drifted to Elain's hands as she laid his wounded hand across her lap. After dipping the rag in the bowl, she carefully ran it over the cut. Even as it stung, he showed no reaction. He let her clean it as she saw fit.
She worked with a gentleness that had Azriel breathing a little bit faster. She cleaned each finger, every inch from his fingertips to his wrist, until his skin was clean and the water was tinged with pink. Setting the wet rag aside, she took a dry one and dabbed his skin until it dried. They remained quiet the entire time, silent save for their breaths that grew heavier with every featherlike touch.
Elain's eyes met his as she unraveled the bandage. After lining the edge up with his palm, she wrapped it around his hand again and again until she ran out of dressing and tied a neat knot. When she was done, Azriel did not move his hand from her lap, but wrapped his fingers around hers.
Elain's lips parted as Azriel's eyes searched hers for any sort of hesitation or discomfort, but he found none. Her thumb ran over his.
"Is that better?" she asked, seemingly breathless.
"Much," he said, quietly, and reached up to brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Thank you."
Elain nodded, and yet neither of them moved. They sat there, thighs brushing one another, holding each other's hands.
It was no secret that they were attracted to one another, that they understood each other deeply and were connected in a way that was far more than simple friendship. Yet, it was also no secret that Rhysand did not approve of a courtship between the two of them, and he was ultimately their High Lord.
It did not stop how her skin currently felt on fire where it touched his. It did not stop the way they were looking at one another now, with secrets and feelings left unspoken.
"I should go," Elain said, quietly. "When they return, would you let Feyre know that I came looking for her?"
Azriel nodded, and for a moment they remained, lost in their own little world for just a minute longer. When their hands finally broke apart, Elain felt suddenly empty as she stood.
Azriel watched her go, watched as she smoothed out her skirt and strode toward the door.
"Elain." Azriel called her name before she made it to the threshold. She quickly turned around to find him standing, but stuck in place. He simply repeated, "Thank you."
She gave him a small, genuine smile as she nodded. "Always."
With that, she walked away, wanting desperately to run into his arms and kiss him recklessly, but she did not. She obeyed, wishing that she did not have to. At least she got to hold his hand, if only for a little while.
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allyymcl · 1 year
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Hii sunshine!! Your headcanons are adorable!! ❤️ I was wondering if I could request headcanons for our first date with hsl boys after we already became a couple?? 👉🏻👈🏻
—𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗦𝗧 𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗖𝗟 𝗕𝗢𝗬𝗦 𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚
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—pairing; ot5 x f!reader
—genre; fluff.
—warnings; none.
—a/n; hi darling! ty so much, and ofc i will do your request. if one of you also want to request something, feel free to do it! <33 (im sorry it took so long!)
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—𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗘𝗟; movie's at home.
castiel was really glad that you took him first to a date before you guys started going out
he didnt wanted you to know his feelings yet
but now that you two were actually dating, he finally decided to take the lead
thats why, he decided to invite you to his apartment
you had a really hard time convincing your dad
after all, his first impression wasn't really good
but, promising you would get back in time
he gave you permission
then, cas camed to pick you up
and, he confidently said hello to your father and promised to take care of you
(secretly, he was shitting himself)
when you two arrived, his dog jumped right into your arms, licking your whole face
"i think he likes you.." castiel looked in awe how you played with demon.
you two cuddled up on the couch
castiel layed on your chest, relaxing himself at the sound of your heartbeat
he def falled asleep as soon as you started playing with his hair
he kissed your neck lovingly from time to time
castiel didn't payed any attention to the film
he just liked being close to you
when he had to leave you at home
righ in front of your door, he pulled you closer to him by the waist, as he kissed you passionately on the lips, as you interlocked your fingers with his red hair
he couldn't help but smile in the middle of the kiss
(you never knew but, he def blushed all the way home)
—𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗜𝗘𝗟; coffee.
nath, with those long study-nights, developed a deep love for coffee.
he likes bitter sweet coffe.
also, he thinks is pretty traditional and romantic. thats why he tought that the best idea of your first date.
after school, he took you to the cafeteria.
there, you two made your orders, an started talking about everything.
he was nervous, to say the least.
genuinely, he didn't believe that he,
literally,
could get up and kiss you right now.
like, you two were ACTUALLY dating.
and this was your FIRST date as a COUPLE.
when you two started drinking, you noticed a foam whisker forming on his mout.
then, you started laughing.
"what's so funny?" he ended up smiling at the sound of your laughter.
"here, let me help you"
then, you stretched out your arm a little, gently running your thumb along his lips.
nath froze in his seat, his face and ears burning, feeling butterflies at your touch.
"o-oh..well, thank you.." he said sweetly, as you laughed again.
"you're too cute.."
"you're the cute one, stop it.." giggling, he tried to cover his face.
after you both finished, nath walked you home, saying goodbye with a shy peck on the lips.
—𝗟𝗬𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥; beach.
there's something better than do something you love, with someone you love?
lysander didn't think so
he loved music
actually, he shared with you every song he writed
(even tought you didn't noticed they talked about you)
and he loved music just as much as he loved you, but more
lys took you to the beach, just by the sunset.
in a cool place, just under a palm tree, lys set up a cozy corner for both of them.
you both sat near the sea, the wind blowing your hair.
you watched him, with his captivating smile, and his skin being satisfactorily illuminated by the sun that hid behind the sea.
the water was calm, only those sounds of the waves swaying in the wind could be heard.
"i have a surprise for you…" lysandro confessed, the blush on his face being hidden by the dim light.
"you really...never stop surprising me" you smiled, watching carefully.
lys took out a very nice guitar, carefully kept in a case.
soon, his fingers moved nimbly across the guitar strings, a sweet melody coming from it.
and soon, his voice calmed all your worries. nor the sea, the wind or the birds could be heard anymore.
it was just you and him in the world.
once he finished, he smiled shyly at you.
'this-..well, it's a song i wrote..thinking of you..i don't know if it's what you expected, but really-"
and with glassy eyes, you didn't give him time to finish, when you jumped into his arms.
your lips met his, dancing over each other gently.
his hands wrapped around your hips, caressing your waist. your fingers running through his white hair.
when they parted, they kept their foreheads together.
"oh, lys.. this is more than enough.." you smiled, and lysandro looked at you with pure love in his eyes.
now he's totally convinced he found the right one.
—𝗔𝗥𝗠𝗜𝗡; laser tag.
so, i hope you guys know what laser tag is
well, in this game, there were 2 teams
and you both, ended up in two different ones, becoming rivals
the game consisted of shooting your opponent with a weapon, so that he would be eliminated and your team would take the lead
to tell the truth, you've never played before
in a way, it was similar to paintball
(at which, you weren't too skilled either)
anyway, you ended up successfully dodging the other players' shots
and, on occasions, you managed to shoot them
normally, the games last between 1 hour and a half or 2 hours
at the moment, their game had already been an hour and a half, and there was only one opponent left from the rival team and you
you were going around the labyrinth full of neon lights, being a bit difficult to spot the rest
and then you saw him
armin was the last target
"it can't be!" your boyfriend smiled at you, proud that you're the only one on your team still in the game
"i told you, you didn't trust my skills?" you laughed, approaching him slowly
"well, congratulations i guess. too bad you will lose now…" armin smirked.
you on the other hand, continued to approach. the black haired boy arched an eyebrow, looking at you questioningly
and then, being close enough to him, you clung to his neck, rising on tiptoe to join your lips to his in a sweet kiss.
armin was a little caught off guard, he took you by the waist.
and relaxing against you, pulled you closer, devouring your lips.
and once he let his guard down, you pulled away from him and shot in his direction
and when he had time to process it, the loudspeaker announced the victory of your team
"oh, come here, you little cheater!" and with a false expression of anger, armin began to tickle you
"it's only fair! You let your guard down!" you yelled while laughing
"yeah well i guess..." he smiled "kiss me again to make it up, and maybe i will forgive you.."
and with a big smile, you kissed him, feeling him smile against your mouth.
—𝗞𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡; picnic.
kentin thought a picnic date would be a good idea
once you arrived at the park, he chosed the tree with the most shade, placing the tablecloth and the food
the day was sunny, the river moving calmly, a nice wind..
it was the perfect weather
at lunchtime, after running around a bit, you two sat down to eat
"look, i cooked this…i don't know if it's going to be too good," kentin admitted, taking a slice of strawberry shortcake out of the basket.
"well, i don't think i'm gonna get intoxicated either" you joked.
"you're too mean to me" kentin smirked, carefully watching your expressions.
"it's not good, is it?"
in fact, it is true that it was a little burned, but,
what more adorable than eating a cake made especially for you from your boyfriend?
to think that he put so much effort into it, and that he made it with while thinking of you, was enough.
"it's delicious! A little too crispy, but delicious!" you ruffled his hair, the red of his cheeks spreading to his ears.
you were amused by how nervous he got when you touched him
after all, some things never change
soon, the wind grew stronger, and the day darkened
the clouds turned gray and the sun was hiding fast
and suddenly, a couple of drops began to fall
and just when they finished putting everything away, the rain was already soaking them completely
"this is amazing! there was supposed to be no rain.." kentin looked so upset
"ken, don't stress too much, i had a great time.."
"no...sorry. i screwed up! this wasn't supposed to turn out like this..."
for some reason, kentin was especially affected by the path the date was taking.
however, you had a brilliant idea
"look, you'll see that it's not all ruined!" you smiled
kentin looked at you doubtfully, as you took him by the hand and led him away from the tree, where the rain soaked them completely.
"did you never danced in the rain?" you asked, with a bright smile on your face
"n-no... well... not really..." with the hint of a smile on his face, he let herself be guided by you
and soon, you led him to dance with you ridiculously in the rain
"and you know what else i want to do?" you asked him
"what is it?"
and without giving warning, you jumped on him
quickly, he reacted and grabbed your thighs, pushing them so that your legs wrapped around his torso.
your arms wrapped around his neck, and his lips pressed against yours
it was a dream, a kiss in the rain
they were so close to each other that they only felt their body heat, the rain almost forgotten as the drops slid down their faces, soaking them completely
your fingers threaded through his caramel-colored hair, making him relax at your touch.
and then, after a torrid kiss, they parted ways
"i..this is better than what i had planned" kentin smiled, looking at you with bright eyes full of adoration
"anyway, just spending time with you was enough…" you smiled at him one more time, giving him one last short kiss.
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girlellie · 11 months
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My sweet catastrophic star - Part 3
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SUMMARY: "Ellie opened her diary and wrote about the girl: "If people were a celestial object, I would be a small, cold, dim red dwarf and she would be a supernova - a powerful, luminous stellar explosion."
WARNINGS: college!ellie, use of y/n, smut (not in this chapter), angst (not in this chapter), fluffy.
A/N: English is not my native language and it's the first time I write something in English, so I ask for everyone's understanding if there are grammatical errors or anything like that. If it's too bad let me know. Otherwise, I hope you like it! Thank you 👉🏻👈🏻
Part 1 ♡ Part 2
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Ellie's heart beat fast inside her chest. The girl right there beside her, the wind blowing her hair (exhaling her delicious, hypnotic scent) and swaying the hem of her short skirt exposing even more of her skin (which caught Ellie's attention and she tried hard not to stare too much).
“I saw you sitting here and I thought 'thank the Goddess! someone else too lazy to socialize”, the girl sat down next to Ellie and her red plaid skirt hiked up even more, making Ellie notice the tattoo of a devil girl with a glass of wine in her hand, on the side of the girl's thigh. “I don't like parties, especially I don't like being in crowded environments, it wears me out,” Ellie said, aiming the butt of her joint at a trash can.
“I get it, I can't stand it for long either, unless I'm high and tonight I'm not,” she looked at Ellie with a small smile. Ellie watched the girl take her backpack off her shoulders, pulling out a book and a lighter, Ellie's eyes roamed over the girl, going from her exposed thighs to the joint - which was tucked behind her ear - and stopped at a mark hickey - which was almost gone - on the girl's neck. Ellie thought she might leave marks like that all over her neck and body.
“Do you like to read?”, the girl asked closing her backpack and throwing it on the ground, “I do, although I haven't read much lately”. “Have you read this one?”, the girl showed Ellie the book, it was a hardcover book with a drawn wing and several gears around it. “Mechanique: A Tale of the Circus Tresaulti by Genevieve Valentine”, Ellie shook her head saying ‘no’, “didn't you read it? I'll make a summary for you, girl from mars”, the girl looked at Ellie smiling, who smiled shyly, “it's about a post-apocalyptic world, where people no longer have access to technology and a circus caravan ends up bringing hope to the places where it installs. The artists of this circus are war survivors, who had their bodies mutilated and people who no longer have reason to live a life outside the world, they are reconstructed with mechanical structures. Everything that happens in this show is commanded by Boss, the leader of the troupe. The book is about the complexity of human beings and about art – about it being what remains after losing everything and about being the only possibility to breathe in a destroyed world…the circus is painful and magical at the same time, it represents hope but also brings beauty watered with scars from everything that was gone the day before it was destroyed…”, the girl pulled out the joint that was tucked behind her ear (Ellie noticed the nail polish dark blue peeled off the girl's fingernails, but it still looked nice) put it between her lips and lit it. “I loved that - she continued talking, looking at Ellie and opening her beautiful smile again - because it's like that with us too, isn't it? But how to rebuild yourself with a soul heavy with so much suffering? That is the question…", the girl took the joint to her mouth, pulled the smoke and after a long drag, let the smoke out. Ellie was thoughtful for a moment, thinking about what the girl had said, it was poetic and Ellie loved every detail. “I don't know… I think we're always trying to get over something or someone…”, Ellie said at last. “Is that why you came here?” the girl asked, turning her face to look at Ellie. “Hm…yeah”, Ellie said playing with her hands awkwardly, the girl giggled and took another drag on her joint, “you're sweet, Ellie”.
Ellie looked at the girl, who was looking at her, Ellie felt her cheeks turn red and smiled shyly. “Pretend I didn't say that, I have a girlfriend”, the girl held out the joint to Ellie, who felt a sinking in her heart, when she remembered that the girl already had another one. “I'm fine, thanks,” Ellie declined, avoiding getting too involved.
“Do you have someone?”, “I don't, I don't anymore… she left me”, Ellie said taking a deep breath. “She?”, the girl looked at Ellie smiling and blowing smoke from her lungs, “my gay radar never fails.” “You what?”, Ellie laughed a little, “I recognize a fag from afar it's like a sensor that goes off just looking at another gay.”“Oh yeah? Tell me more about it, fuck I would have avoided getting dumped by a straight girl in high school", the girl laughed, "that's an inevitable thing, every dyke gets dumped by a straight girl at least once in her life, yeah as if that were a rule. “I can't imagine anyone rejecting you”, Ellie said without thinking, regretting it right away, feeling herself blush again, 'shit', she thought. "But pretend I didn't say that, because I know you have a girlfriend", Ellie plucked up courage and flirted back. "Oh no Ellie, please don't do that", the girl said laughing, Ellie laughed a little too and they looked at each other for a moment.
The girl scratched her throat and looked away, taking one last drag on her joint, Ellie kept looking at her, the way the icy wind made the girl's soft skin break out in goose bumps and the way she smoked seductively, made Ellie feel an tightness in her stomach and on instinct, she lightly bit her bottom lip. Ellie took a deep breath and turned her head to the opposite side, 'fuck'.
“What happened?”, the girl suddenly asked, “with what?”, “with the girl”, “ah… well I think she…”, Ellie closed her eyes and took a long breath, “found someone else… after two years, I didn't understand… I thought I was doing everything right”. “Accepting the ends is easier than understanding them, they forgot to explain to us that love alone is not enough. Love ends and arrivals are goodbye initiatives and not permanence, like us now in this perfectly imperfect moment”, Ellie knit her eyebrows and looked at the girl. “That's it, we're here now and this will all end one day, always keep that in mind because when things end you won't suffer so much", the girl smiled taking the book again, leafing through it. Ellie couldn't stop looking at her, she didn't want this to end. Ellie never knew how to deal with the end of things and the girl was sucking her in like a black hole and Ellie realized this was going to be hard to fight.
“This is what happens when you take a step: you are moving closer to what you want.” The girl read aloud, “what do you want most right now, martian girl?”, the girl looked at Ellie and she felt once again sucked into those sky-blue eyes, Ellie gasped. “I don't know,” she said with a shy giggle. “I want you to tell me as soon as you find out.” “You will be the first”, Ellie quickly looked away and the girl couldn't help but smile when she noticed Ellie's shyness.
But Ellie knew exactly what she wanted at the moment, she wanted to hold the girl she had just met in her arms and kiss her right there. She wanted to lie down on top of the girl and intensify the mark she had on her neck and draw on her soft skin a thousand other marks like that one.
“Do you want to know how to get over a lost love?”, the girl asked taking another joint out of her backpack and tucking it behind her ear. "OK, how?". “With another love,” the girl's eyes met Ellie's and they both smiled. “As if it were that easy,” Ellie said smiling a little. "I can help you get over it, of course if you want to."
What the fuck was this girl trying to do? Ellie shook her head smiling a little, "Fuck it, I want it." The girl cheekily smiled, “ok, there’s someone talking about you a lot.” "About me?" Ellie asked with her eyebrows drawn together. "Yep! she saw you in the cafeteria with Dina and she didn't take her eyes off you tonight." Ellie was confused, maybe if she hadn't been so focused all night on the girl next to her, she would have noticed something.
“Her name is Lexi and she is pretty… nice and interested in astronomy I could introduce you to her but no pressure.” Ellie looked a little indifferent, it wasn't exactly what she expected, but it was better to accept that the girl next to her was someone Ellie could only have in her thoughts, in her diary entries, as a secret.
“Hm… alright”. “ The girl smiled, “so that's it, I help you find a new love and you help me find the circus that will mend my wounds, do we have a deal martian girl?”. Ellie smiled a little, "ok I sign on the dotted line." The girl raised her index finger and held it out to Ellie, "Put your fingertip here, let's seal our deal. "Ellie laughed, “oh come on! seriously, how old are we?”, “put your finger on my fucking finger.” Ellie shook her head with a smile on her lips and touched the tip of her index finger to the girl's fingertip. “It's done, pact sealed”, Ellie meant 'a pact is sealed with a kiss' but she couldn't cross that line, she knew she couldn't walk into a raging sea without drowning and she knew she would drown more sooner or later, if she dared.
The girl's cell phone vibrated in her backpack, she took it and after reading the message - which Ellie tried, but couldn't see who had sent it - she put all her things back inside the backpack and got up. “See you, keep your head on Earth,” the girl joked. "I am going to try." The girl smiled again and Ellie noticed how the wind went up the hem of her skirt - almost showing her panties - Ellie felt a heat rise through her body.
“In ten years I will come back for your soul, stay tuned girl.” Ellie giggled a little and the girl walked away and before she could get too far away, Ellie propped herself up on her elbows, turned her head to look at the girl and said in a slightly loud voice “hey why do you want me to help you find the 'circus' or whatever you want to say”. The girl turned to look at Ellie and said with a smile, "because you're cute and because...you've been waiting for me."
Ellie's face flushed and she felt a sharp twinge in her stomach, she quickly straightened up and looked straight ahead very embarrassed.
Damn Cat...
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I want to credit the book I quoted to Genevieve Valentine!
And also if anyone is interested in reading this book, it's wonderful, it's fucking good, I recommend it! 🩵
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rosieblogstuff · 6 months
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Can I get “Tell me where you are, I’ll come get you.” For dribbles plz 👉🏻👈🏻
Hey remember that drabbles prompt list from back in August? WELL GUESS WHAT. I have a drabble for you. I got this specific prompt twice and started (but didn't finish) two different drabbles for it. Drabble #1:
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Liquid quivered in Riley’s vision as she locked the bathroom door. It was a small room with an excess of grungy white tiles, like it wasn’t often cleaned. A sun-stained lacy white curtain fluttered against a tiny half-open window over the toilet. The thump of the bass pulsed against the walls, barely muted by the thin door.
It was the only bathroom on the first floor of the house. She couldn’t stay here all night, in this small, dingy space that seemed to be the only safe spot in the house. Someone else was going to want to use it pretty soon.
Much too late, staying home and obeying her curfew seemed like such a good idea. She shouldn’t have come to this stupid party in the first place. Half the people here were ten years older than her and all of them were drunk, or high, or both. They were all too loud and too stupid, and some of them were way too handsy. She’d thought she’d feel like one of the cool kids, attending this forbidden party. Instead, she felt like a gazelle that had wandered into the middle of a pride of lions.
Hand shaking, she pulled her phone out of her pocket and flipped it open. The screen came on and she entered her passcode, then thumbed the button to open her phone contacts.
Then she hesitated.
In her head, she could hear Jack’s voice from a year ago, when he’d dropped her off at another (much less awful, much more fun) party: “If you’re in trouble, just call and tell me where you are. I’ll come get you. No questions asked.”
She had scoffed at the time, she’d never need such a service. Disbelieving that she’d want to call him if she did.
Now she was here, and she did, and she desperately wanted to call Jack. He would know exactly how to extract her from this situation she’d gotten herself into. He would take her home
She wanted it so badly she could forget how angry she was with him.
Because Jack was gone. Jack had packed his things and left and never come back. He hadn’t called. Hadn’t emailed. Hadn’t even sent a Christmas card. He’d disappeared so thoroughly that the search she’d set up for his new address had turned up nothing at all, even two months later.
But she still had his number in her phone. She could still call it. Maybe he’d answer. Or maybe he wouldn’t, or she’d discover the number was disconnected. One click and three rings and when he didn’t answer, the last of his tower of lies would come tumbling down. He wouldn’t be there, like he’d promised he always would be.
The party seemed to disappear as her finger hovered over the OK button, waiting for her to initiate the call.
One hot, fat tear spilled over her eyelid and down her left cheek. She wiped it away on her shoulder. 
Maybe Jack wouldn’t answer at all. But maybe Jack would answer, and be mad at her for bothering him, and hang up on her, and shatter her heart all over again. That would be the worst thing of all. She could survive having been abandoned, but she wasn’t sure how she could survive being rejected.
Better not to take the chance. She clicked up, moving the selection on the screen from call to block number, and clicked OK. She drew in a shuddering breath and let another fat tear spill down her cheek as she clicked the back button.
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haven247 · 22 days
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yk ill do that to rafe every day every hour every night every time like daddyyyyyyyu do you still love me ???🥺 cause i’m so unsure and insecure about myself (IF i only could pull rafe lol) and ill be triggered by anything in my mind and i need to make sure he still wants me 👉🏻👈🏻
Tbh, I also need that sort of validation as well with friends because I’m always worried and overthinking interaction and things. Like, what if I upset them or something (also got some issues related to silent treatment but that’s another thing).
I’m sorry but I feel like Rafe, would be all over that 😂. There’s something about that just says to be he feels comfortable/happy with someone wanting his approval or validation. Like, he’d find it fulfilling (?) if I have it right?
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RUTHIE. REQUEST NUMBER ONE.
I need Jake’s POV at the end of Chapter Seven please? 👉🏻👈🏻
Not me going from “what would I even write for that” to… this… ANYWAYS, without further ado, Chapter 7.5
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~Jake’s POV of the end of Chapter 7, aka the unofficial Chapter 7.5~
Jake fucked up. He’s fucked up, royally, he thinks even as he holds the girl of his dreams in his arms. You’re weeping into his chest and he’s holding you tight because no amount of self-control could make him leave you when you’d looked at him with tears in your eyes, reaching out for him. Asking him to stay. He can’t stay as long as he wants to, of course, but he’ll be damned if he left you while you were crying. This was all his fault. He lost control. He kissed you. He does his best to ignore the way you kissed him back with just as much hunger and desperation. It was the heat of the moment, it had to have been.
All he can think about is that night in the car on the way back from Mav’s, and you begging him to keep things professional between the two of you, that not only your job but your entire career could be put in jeopardy. And now that he knows the whole truth? He can’t bear to put you through that again. Especially when he has even the slightest idea how it feels. You’re a brilliant physician, you care about your patients. The world needs more doctors like you. The world needs you, period. Not to mention the fact that you’ve worked too hard for too long to justify ripping that all away with his greedy hands.
And God is he greedy. Here he is, holding you in his arms, buried against his chest, when he should be pulling away, putting a respectable amount of distance between the two of you before he leaves and tries to figure out how he’s going to act normal tomorrow. Like he doesn’t know how you taste. Like he’s never heard your little whines and whimpers of pleasure as you writhe in his lap. He bites back a groan at the memory.
Greed. And then he’s imagining that bastard doctor’s hands on you. He’s doing anything he can to not physically tremble with rage but with how hard you’re shaking, he’s not sure you’d notice anyway. You said he only kissed you but Jake can’t help but wonder what more could have happened if someone hadn’t found you. He clenches his jaw in fury, pulling you closer to him. Greedy, greedy.
He shouldn’t want you, he tells himself. He tries to think back to the wall behind your bed, though shrine is probably a better word for it. It’s not even just a wall for the Stars, no it’s all him. His photos, his signed pucks, his fucking jersey for God’s sake. The girl who kissed him back wanted Jake the hockey player, not this Jake, the one standing and holding you and wanting to protect you from anything that could cause you pain even if it’s him. Especially if it’s him. That’s what he tries to tell himself even as he pictures the betrayal in your eyes as he accused you of just that. The disgust in your gaze but more than that, the pain, that he would think so little of you. And the way he watched your heart break for him as he told you why he really left Dallas. Because you know, you told him, you know what it’s like to have everything you’ve worked so hard for, everything you are, reduced to nothing by nothing more than someone else’s greed. And now here he is, greedy. Desperate to take everything he wants from you. Desperate to give you the whole world if that’s what you want if he’s what you want. He wants to scoop you up in his arms and put you up on a pedestal where you belong, where nothing can touch you, or hurt you. But he knows it’s not that simple because that wouldn’t be giving, not for you. That would be taking. Taking your love. Taking your job. Taking your career. Taking your dreams. And he can’t do that, not to you. No matter how much he loves you.
So he pulls away, doing his best to control himself at the sight of the uncertainty in your eyes as he says. “I think I’m gonna get an Uber home, Bunny. You can keep the truck until tomorrow.” He watches your heart shatter through your watery eyes and all he wants to do is drop to his knees and take it back, to pick up every broken piece and spend as long as he needs to put you back together.
“You’re leaving?” Your voice is weak and almost unfamiliar from the one he’s fallen so deeply in love with and now his heart shatters, both your broken pieces a gruesome mosaic on the entryway floor.
“I-I just need some space right now, Bunny. I need to think about all of this, about us.” He can’t help the way his voice breaks. He doesn’t have it in him to be strong right now.
You nod. “No, you’re right, that’s totally fair. I just- Jake I just want you to know, it was always real for me.” He stumbles backward at the implication of your words. You swallow, looking up to meet his eyes and he can see your sincerity. It’s dizzying. “But whatever you decide, I’m always going to be your physician first and I intend to keep my promise about getting you back on the ice because it would truly be a loss to the hockey world if you never played again.” You reach out to squeeze his hand and he has to hold back the sob lodged in his chest, just behind his heart. “I can drive you home if you want?” He’s completely numb, shaking his head gently.
“Not tonight, Bunny. I’ll see you in the morning, yeah?” His voice is rough and gravelly, but he doesn’t have it in him to care that the mask he’d been desperately holding together with both hands is coming apart at the seams. You nod silently and he can’t hold himself back as he steps closer and places a gentle kiss on your forehead as the first tears start to gather behind his closed eyelids.
He makes himself pull away and turn around, heading out the door. The door has barely shut behind him when the tears finally escape. He swallows the best he can before he jogs towards the stairs, digging his hat out of his pocket, trying to cover the evidence as the first sob knocks the breath out of him before ricocheting off the walls of the stairwell as he races away from you.
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Number 13-Blush with Thomato Lupical! Pls pls pls 🙏🏻 (*^o^)/🍡🍡\(^-^*) dango bribe!👉🏻👈🏻
Day 13: Blush
Ler!Ayato/Lee!Thoma
"Oh my Thoma, are you blushing?"
Ayato chuckled as the housekeeper merely went redder in response to his question, rather than answering verbally. "Really, there's no need to be so embarrassed. I meant what I said about how reliable you are. I truly had no intention to tease you... This time. Though I am sorry if I embarrassed you." The clanhead said honestly as he walked up to his flustered subordinate, who was currently busying himself with the dishes in an attempt to distract himself.
"I- I know that my lord! There's no need for you to apologize, really. I'm sorry, it's just... You said it in front of all those guests, and I suppose It's erm... just a little flustering, that's all." The blonde admitted, rubbing the back of his head bashfully as he finished drying the last piece of silverware from tonight's business dinner.
"Ah. I see then. So you were embarrassed." Ayato hummed thoughtfully, a playful smile pulling at his lips when the poor housekeeper only went redder, somehow.
"Y-Yes, my Lord. I suppose that's it." Thoma stammered out honestly, hesitantly turning away from the sink to look at his employer, only to gasp in surprise when he suddenly came face to face with him. When had he gotten so close?!
"Ah, that is understandable" Ayato continued on, seeming completely unfazed by Thoma's shock, "Though I must say, I'm a tad dissapointed that my words failed to have the intended affect. Perhaps I could make it up to you in some way?" Ayato suggested, the playful glint in his eye betraying his kind tone, "Y'know, like when we were younger~?"
It took a moment for Thoma to realize what the other man meant, but then it registered. A dozen or more old memories suddenly resurfacing of a much younger Ayato tickling him to near tears anytime he felt he had wronged him in some miniscule way, because according to Ayato, "What better way to repay someone than to make them laugh?" Though, in all honesty, Thoma really thought he was just using that as an excuse to tease him.
"I-I really don't think that'll be nehehecessary my lord, really..." He said, a nervous grin already starting to spread across his face. He tried to take a step back, only to find himself trapped between his friend and the counter. Ayato grinned.
"Oh but I insist, it's really no trouble at all Thoma." The commissioner insisted, "After all, it simply wouldn't do for me to leave this matter unresolved now would it?"
"A-AH!! M-My lord! Wait! Hohohold on! Nohohoho!!" Thoma didn't get a chance to finish his response before he was suddenly being wrestled to the floor and pinned there, Ayato's fingers digging into his sides playfully as he smiled down at him, "Hahahaha!! Stahahahapihihit!! Aha- Ahahahahayatoo"
"Ah. I'm afraid I can't do that Thoma, I do owe you a good laugh afterall, and it has been a while since we've done this no? Why not make up for lost time then?" Ayato grinned, and so they stayed that way, Ayato continuing to tease and play around with his giggling friend, just as they'd done many times before in those early days when Thoma had first arrived.
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potionpeddlerpatchy · 5 months
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Pretty wifey!! What a cute event! Happy anniversary!!! Mayhaps if one is so inclined, I can join you for a story from the intriguing book of old with cuddles from my adorable wifey? 👉🏻👈🏻 you know my preferences already if you need them 🥺
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My darling Onyx, how grateful I am to always have you by my side. Even as this shop was just a mere thought in my mind, there you were to help support me and see it through. I cannot thank you enough for all the kindness you have given forth, but please allow me as many chances as you please so I can 💛
And please, take as long of a look as you want to, and look upon the many books that have taken up my shelves over the years. Perhaps one, in time, will speak an interest to you?
As well, I am more than happy to stay nearby with some tea and company as you read whatever story you find 🔮
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You felt laughter bubble over you as the lively dance and song continued to fill the air as the warmth of the cottage soothed your cold bones and helped sooth your mind from the traumatic experience you just went through. You had not expected your own family would try and do you harm, least of all when you were collecting fruit from them in the orchard – one that was given to you on your seventh birthday. And the chase that ensued to get away from that huntsman, through that dense and dark forest. It almost sent a shiver down your spine remembering all the screaming creatures and branches that caught your dress.
But, there was a light at the end of the tunnel. This cabin you were currently residing in on the graciousness of the dwarves that lived there; how they came rushing out to help you in the house made you want to cry within their smaller arms as you thanked them profusely.
There were seven of them – all of them introducing themselves with pride, almost as if there trying to show off to impress you in some form. Lev, was the tallest and the so found ‘leader’ of the group before you. Inuoka introduced himself next, happily stepping forth and taking your hand in his.  With an apologetic smile, Yūki waved hello to you, sniffing his name before another sneeze rang through the air. Shōhei took over and shook your hand next, though he was a man of few words he happily shared his name with you. Teshiro followed, more bashful than the rest – you could only assume due to him being the youngest of the group. With a nudge from a few others, all you got was a nod of acknowledgement from the next dwarf, before Lev had to speak up and properly introduce Taketora to you. And Kenma was the last, though you were not surprised that given his lack of enthusiasm as he told you his name.
They all welcomed you to their home, kindly allowing you to stay for as long as you needed. After all it did seem like you were running from something awful; and it would not sit right with them if they couldn’t help someone as lovely as you.
And now, here you were as you clapped along to the lively beat that was started by Inuoka. Feet stomped and clambered as they danced along, they pulled you along for a swing or two before you had to rest your poor aching feet. But it was not long before a few of them crouched down near you once again, doe-eyed as they stared up at you to ask for a story; to get to know even more about you.
With a playfully exasperated sigh, you relented as you sat further up in your seat; doing your best to stifle the small giggle in your throat as they all gathered at your feet. “Once there was a princess” You began,
“Was the princess, you?” Lev interrupted, shying away with a bashful smile when you shot him a look.
“And she fell in love - !”
“Was it hard to do?” Yūki asked, sniffling once more to stifle another sneeze
“No, it was very easy!” You giggled in return,  finding their inquisitive nature rather adorable “Anyone could see that the Prince was charming! The.. the only one for me…”
“Was he strong and handsome?” Inuoka asked.
“Was he big, and tall?” Shōhei followed, head tilted to the side.
“There’s nobody like him, anywhere at all.” You smiled at them, you sighed once more when Teshiro piped up, cheeks bright pink
“Did you say you loved him? Give him a kiss?”
“Alright, alright!” You spoke, tone still in a humorous mood as you shooed them and their questions away “If you wish for my story, then no more interruptions now, you hear?”
With a small nod from each of their heads, the all huddled closer together as they waited with baited breath for you to speak again. Taketora merely grunted in annoyance as he stood to walk away, he made it clear such a story was not his cup of tea; though you did showcase some interest as he settled down in a chair on the far corner of the room.
Once you settled further in your chair, you began you tale of how you met the Prince. His name was Tetsurō Kuroo, and his father was a friend of yours. Over the years he had visited your kingdom when the first autumn leaf fell, he always left before the winter took a hold and blanketed everything in white. Though, a war that broke out near his kingdom made it difficult for those yearly visits to occur, and thus it had become nearly ten years before you caught wind of another visit from him.
Eagerly you waited him, as you hummed a familiar tune to yourself within the gardens of your home; fetching a pail of water to help with the preparations needed within the kitchens for the new arrival of royalty. He startled you, as he preached himself upon he stone wall nearby the well, and listened to you sing. He startled you so fiercely that you began to run away, his pleading otherwise rang on your deaf ears as you made your way inside.
But he was not deterred as he called out to you as he told you who he was, and how eager he was to meet you after all these years. He made claims on how beautiful you were, how he had written to you whenever he could, and now he just wants a moment to chat with you like how you once did when you were but younger.
His pleads did cause you to come forth from when you were hiding. After you saw his charming smile, they way his eyes sparkled when you looked down upon him, that you couldn’t help but agree; bashfully you gave him just where you would meet him – within the meadows where no prying eyes could disturb you.
And that’s when you were attacked.
With a sigh, one tinged in sadness, you ended the story abruptly. Made an ending that would appease the dwarves that sat so close to you before you feigned fatigue and asked to for a place where you could finally rest your head. You had wanted to meet him, to allow you the chance to know him like you once did, to see his beautiful smile once more.
You had only hoped that he figured out that you scurried off into the woods, to follow the small pieces of fabric to find you here. But you knew it was not to be.
The next morning you rose, and were greeted warmly once more by the kind men has they wished you a lovely day before making their way, one by one, out the door to do whatever work they needed tending. You figured, with the amount of time you were alone, you figured you would take it upon yourself to give back some of the kindness that was given to you.
You washed, every surface you saw, all the cupboards and tables, even made their smaller beds for them. You washed the mountains of dishes they had piled up, and even took it upon yourself to wash the few articles of clothing they had upon the few soft chairs and floor. With the afternoon sun was in the air, you hung them to dry as the dinner you were preparing was slowly cooking away inside.
That’s when an old woman stumbled across your path; a large basket of apples within her hands as she begged for some water. Eagerly you ushered her inside, as worry over her state become almost overwhelming as you rushed to give her that cup of water she so desperately needed.
“Thank you, my dear” She croaked, voice still raspy from the dehydration she was afflicted by “truly you are too kind”
“Nonesense,” You replied, as you went to fill her glass again “it would be more odd to find someone unwilling to help, especially when you seemed so distraught.”
“Even so, I cannot thank you enough” She replied, taking another sip of her water before she weakly pulled her basked of apples upon the table you sat her down at “May I please repay your kindness with one of my own?”
“There is no need,” You tried to reason, as you shook your head to discourage her from parting with the goods she must surely have struggled to get herself.
“Please, I cannot in my right mind walk away from here without showing my gratitude in some way” The old woman nearly begged, as she continued to push forth her basket towards you.
You knew you could not try and argue with her further, it seemed her mind was made up as well, you always found it difficult to try and turn down gifts given to you by those who so desperately wanted to appease you. And if this woman was trying to showcase her own kindness, you found it would be insulting to decline her than to follow through with her request. With a polite smile, you took hold of the nearest one atop the pile.
“Please, would you mind taking a bite of it?” She asked, her body fell more weak upon where she sat as she regarded the bright red apple in your grasp “I wish to know if they are good, worth my coin and worth bringing back to my home.”
You simply nodded, for you saw how she struggled to carry such a heavy basket before. It would break your heart to have her carry it further for nothing. With a quick huff of your breath, you then shined the apple upon your sleeve before taking a bite.
You made a noise of content as the wonderful flavour spread across your tongue, but just as quickly you found yourself unable to voice such satisfaction as your breath caught in your throat. Your eyes became lidded without your consent, and before you could begin to stand you had slumped forward upon the table. Stuck in an endless sleep with no hope of getting up on your own.
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“He’ll come to you.” A familiar voice broke you from your trance, as your eyes darted away from the page your had been reading over again and again.
“Pardon?” You blinked up at the peddler who sat nearby, in the same chair you remember her being within as you began to read your story, as you tried to regain a semblance of the thought process you once had
“He comes back to you” She responded again, her tone as matter-of-factly as it was before “It will him awhile, but he’ll come to you.”
“Wait!” You called out to her, doing your best to stop her from walking too far away from you as you tried to comprehend once more what she meant “Wait, are you talking about the Prince in this story.. or?”
“I am.”
“And you meant to tell me he will come rescue the Princess I was reading about?” You asked, as you held your book higher in your grasp; though you became more confused by her response before she got up to tend to another patron, to leave you alone once again to continue reading onward.
“Sure. But whether it be you or that princess he comes to first, I do not know.”
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Please, keep reading while I tend to my patrons, I would love to see how this all ends~ 🔮
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