#its like what do i even do w my time. what do i have to share w the world what do i have to talk abt what do i have to contribute. nothing

[tommydarlings]

take what’s yours and leave | t.w

pairing: toto wolff x reader

warnings: none

w/c: 0.8k

summary: after having another one of your infamous arguments with toto, you can’t take it anymore and tell him to take what’s his and leave, but you didn’t think that he would take your order that serious.

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You were fighting with toto… again.

The two of you were fighting regularly, always raising voices and walking away from each other and then back into each others arms again, this time it was different though.

He rolled the sleeves of his white dress shirt up and scoffed after you finished scolding him like a child, rolling his eyes at your behaviour, “Y/n, my love-”

“Don’t 'my love' me now, toto! I told you so many times already that you should give me a call or send me a quick message if you have to stay longer at the office at Mercedes! But every single damn time you just 'forget it' and let me sit here at home all alone and annoyed!” You spat up at the tall austrian.

Toto sighed and put his hands on his hips as he looked down at your angry figure, “I know, I know and I’m s-”

“Yeah, yeah you’re sorry, I know… I’ve heard this words a lot from you lately, toto,” you shook your head with a scoff, taking a few steps back from him, “I’m fucking tired of it, toto, I really am… you’re a grown man and you can’t manage to save some hours of your day for me…that’s sad if you ask me,” you shrugged.

Your older boyfriend ran his hands over his face, brushing his shirt hair back in the process, “baby, I know how fed up you are, but-”

“Then why do you keep-”

“Let me finish my sentence for once, okay?” He raised his voice a bit, making you gulp and look at the floor before he continued,

“But work is also very important to me, which doesn’t mean that you’re not important to me! Or that you’re less important! But I have responsibilities, my love, lots of tiring responsibilities that I need to take care of,” he told you in a calmer tone.

You cleared your throat and looked back up at him, “Then don’t be in a relationship if you’re work is exhausting,” you said angrily, still not being able to calm down.

Toto rolled his eyes and briefly let his head hung low at your comment, “You’re lack of understanding my work life is really unbelievable, isn’t it?” He looked at you from across the kitchen.

You chuckled and bit your lip, “my lack of understanding your work life?” You shook your head, “oh you got some balls, baby! I think your lack of acknowledging our relationship and the fact that you have something — or actually, someone, besides your stupid work life is unbelievably! No, it’s embarrassing!” You raised your voice as well and kept eye contact with your tall boyfriend.

Toto bit his inner cheek and shook his head, looking at the wall with crossed arms before he took a deep breath, “Now you’re speechless, huh? Because you know I’m right,” you added quickly.

The former racing driver raised his head and looked at you, “You know what?” You swiftly walked over to the modern door of your million dollar mansion and opened it, “take what’s yours and leave!”

You were furious, your blood was more than just boiling, you were really sick of him.

Toto scoffed again and bit his lip before a smirk made its way onto his face, making you furrow your browns in confusion.

Before you could even say anything, toto took long and quick steps towards you and swiftly picked you up, throwing you carelessly over his broad shoulder in a swift motion, giving you no time to protest.

You gasped and placed your palms onto his muscular back, “Toto, no! Let me down, what are you doing?” You asked him as his big, veiny hands squeezed your thighs,

“I'm doing what you told me to do, I'm taking what’s mine,” he told you calmly with — most probably — a cheeky smirk on his lips, making you almost — but only almost — laugh.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes before you let your head hung low, “Toto… you know that’s not what I meant, now let me down!” You continued protesting.

Your boyfriend only turned around and walked back to the kitchen, his big hand tightly holding the back of your thighs so you don’t fall.

He chuckled deeply, “what did you say, beautiful? I can’t hear you from back there,” the Austria joked wickedly, forcing you to roll your eyes once again.

“I said-”

But before you could repeat your sentence, toto swiftly threw your off of his broad shoulder and put you right in front of the countertop, making your back lean against it as he slowly placed bit of his palms on the countertop next to your hips, intimidatingly leaning in,

“What did you say? I’m sorry that I interrupted you, sweetheart… now you can go on,” he mumbled quietly, waiting for you to speak up.

But you only gulped as you looked io at him with big eyes, gently shaking your head, “N-No, everything’s fine,” you said softly.

“Are you sure, baby? Nothing you wanna say to me?” Toto continued whispering to you, leaning in a bit closer so that your nose was almost brushing his.

“N-Nope,” you replied almost nervously since he was so close.

He smirked before he took a step away from you again, “alright, if you say so, mein liebes,” my love.

#fanfic #fanfiction #f1 #toto #toto wolff x reader #toto wolff #toto wolff x you #toto wolff x y/n #Toto Wolff x fem!reader #Toto Wolff f1 #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 2024 #f1 mercedes

[samarecharm]

Love being able to write. I can do whatever i want. I can make Ryuji interact w Lala-chan and u literally cant stop me.

#chattin #i feel like shinjuku and crossroads doesnt get enough love #ohya and lala dont get enough love 😭 #if they had an option to work there as a parttimer some how my akira wouldve absolutely taken it #u never see the place packed or w customers at all; it just feels cozy every time u go there #akira doesnt have a lot of places free from prying eyes; so id imagine he goes there often to just hang and study #catch up w ohya and get a bit of knowledge and validation from lala #like shes so sweet. i love her. she comes across as wise without being unapproachable #she makes comments she shouldnt (talking about ohyas job and history) bc she just forgot that she shouldnt lol #adamant about not letting him drink while hes there. its like. a safe space for him. #and i think hed like to invite his friends into his safe space; esp ryuji #gets to a point where even ryuji stops by on his own sometimes. #hes got questions but hes always in his head; never says it out loud #but it leads him in the right direction almost all the time #im thinkin of him having like. the most base level internalized homophobia and transphobia #like the kind of shit you just pick up as a child and teen and never question #and u kinda make fun of it bc everyone else is. but akira stumbles into his life and makes it so confusing #like. i dont think hed be trans. but akira would make him second guess alot about himself #about what he likes. what hes into. what hes okay w doing w someone like akira #and lala is like. u got that look in ur eyes kid. come sit. #doesnt entirely get it. but he feels a little lighter. not on labels but on his feelings #‘kid. u think of the ideal person and u think of him. at that point; it dont matter what bits he got.’ #and its blunt and MAYBE it gets him a little flustered. but hes always responded well to blunt words. no beating around the bush #makes his brain confront shit head on without the second guessing hed suffer through when left on his own #WAA. rambling. #gonna see if i can draft this up at some point

[hannieehaee]

just saw ur orange peel hcs and it made me think about how the members would react to the ketchup on counter trend (i find the trend to be incredibly sad tbh)

in particular, i can just see cheol, mingyu, shua and dk be like ????? what kind of people have u been w in the past babe? are u okay?

haven’t thought about the other members and their reactions to it tho

ketchup on counter trend

content: established relationship, cleaning, fluff, crack, etc.

wc: 701

a/n: i'm ngl i have no idea what this trend is lol i dont have tiktok but i tried looking it up and i think maybe i found it?? if i got it wrong pls let me know<3

masterlist

seungcheol -

confused at you and refusing to clean it up until you explain why you'd make a mess on purpose. not mad but just very lost. when you explained it, his innate need to be the best boyfriend would make him wanna clean it up for you and even wipe the whole counter if necessary to prove what a great boyfriend he was.

jeonghan -

he has no concept of current trends so you'd have to explain it to him before he agreed to clean it up. would still say no afterwards just to annoy you and bc it was technically your own mess. would still kiss your pout right off your face afterwards, proving himself to be a sweet yet annoying boyfriend.

joshua -

would ask why you keep on testing him like this when you already know he's the perfect boyfriend!! he'd clean it up with no issue but would jokingly side eye you about it.

jun -

he'd immediately assume it was some sort of challenge since this was kind of a dumb thing to do for no reason. just to prove himself to be the perfect boyfriend, he'd clean it up without letting you know that he knew he was being tested. would maybe jokingly bite you in defiance afterwards due to the silliness of it all (idk i see him as someone who bites lovingly OK its my headcanon)

soonyoung -

he's chronically online so he already knew what you were doing so he'd just giggle and convince you to help him clean it up, since he knew he'd make it an even bigger mess if he did it on his own.

wonwoo -

rolls his eyes (lovingly) at you and stops whatever he's doing to go clean up your mess. he's really clean so it'd take him under a minute and then he'd place the ketchup out of your reach so you couldnt do it again. would even straight up as you if there were any other proofs of love he needed to get through or if you were ready to sit on his lap while he played video games again.

jihoon -

yet another member who'd just be confused at why you'd do that. but he kinda enjoys cleaning anyway, so he'd just clean it up for you. wouldnt ask since he'd just assume it was yet another test of love you found on tiktok. he'd have a hard time not smearing the mess further but would get the job done easily enough.

seokmin -

he wouldnt even think twice before cleaning it up, apparently automatically coded to do any and every little task for you with no question. he'd only realize what happened til after he had cleaned it up, leading him to ask why you spilled ketchup on purpose. when you explained, he'd just jokingly scold you about it.

mingyu -

he'd be confused for a second, turning his head to the side like a confused puppy before cleaning up without further question. would have no issue cleaning it up perfectly on his first try.

minghao -

he knew what the challenge was and would chuckle at how silly it was for you to try and test him on it. would clean it up perfectly just to prove a point that 1. he was the perfect boyfriend and 2. he was competent enough to clean up whenever necessary.

seungkwan -

even if he knew you were just testing him for a lil challenge, he'd lightheartedly scold you for it and go into full mom mode and clean it up as he scolded you for it. he'd kinda have some type of cuteness aggression towards you afterwards, claiming you frustrated him but in a good way.

vernon -

would react to it by asking you why you'd make a mess on purpose? wouldn't get angry about it, just extremely confused. wouldnt wanna clean it up though since you'd caused the mess so he'd settle for a compromise in which he'd help you as long as you explained yourself.

chan -

he'd be confused but the moment you gave him an expectant look and asked him to please clean it up for you, he'd do it without question lol. he'd just want some praise in return.

#seventeen fanfic #seventeen x reader #svt fanfic #svt x reader #seventeen #seventeen imagine #svt #seventeen oneshot #svt scenarios #seventeen scenarios #svt reader #svt imagines #seventeen reaction

[starglitterz]

♡ ROMEO & CINDERELLA.

❝ hey, pretty stranger, i think you look cute! can i get your number? i wanna know you. // cute encounters with genshin guys on the bus.  ❞

✧ feat ; childe, heizou, xiao x gn!reader ✧ warning(s) ; childe’s can be viewed as platonic ✧ a/n ; so i think the bus at my university is like. a meet-cute spot for me or something HAHAHA here are a couple of drabbles based on my irl experiences <3 ! shout out to my one irl that has to listen to me being delusional all the time LOL ur a real one (she’s never going to see this). also the title has no relation to the fic at all sorry i just could not think of a title for the life of me so i just went with a random vocaloid song JDSJDJS ok bye i hope u enjoy this!!

please reblog w tags + leave comments ! it rlly makes my day :)

✦ CHILDE. [ tartaglia ]

“childe? is that you?” you grin, leaning over the back of your seat as you realise who’s sitting behind you, “i didn’t know you take the bus back too!” his face cracks into a wide beam upon noticing you, “y/n! hi! i do sometimes when i’m too tired to walk.” and just like that, the two of you start talking excitedly – you’re classmates, though you aren’t too close you both still consider each other friends, and it’s nice to have someone to talk to instead of staring out the window at the rain with your earphones plugged in to pretend you’re in a music video. 

somehow, the conversation turns to birthdays, and as childe asks when yours is, you smirk, “it’s today!” you swear his blue eyes open so big you’re worried they might just tumble out of his head as he gasps, “what?! today?! so you’re turning a year older today?!” “yeah!” you nod, giggling at his exaggerated reaction. “nah, you’ve got to come here so i can wish you properly,” he shakes his head seriously, and you tilt your head in confusion, “there’s someone sitting beside you already though…”

you shouldn’t have doubted the one and only tartaglia for even a moment, because the next second, he turns to the man beside him with zero hesitation and gives them the most blinding persuasive smile ever, “hey! would you mind switching seats with my friend over there? it’s their birthday, and i really want to wish them!” “childe!” you scold, heat rushing to your face at his casual confession to this total stranger, “stop disturbing random people!” “but it’s your birthday!” he replies innocently, ocean eyes gleaming aquamarine. the man beside him seems a little confused by childe’s demeanour, but he’s probably more scared of what his reaction would be if he said no, so he nods, “sure, i guess…” and as the bus rattles along its familiar route, you switch places with the stranger, profuse thanks spilling from your lips before you fix childe with a scolding gaze. 

“hey, it worked!” he raises his hands in surrender, only to quickly grasp yours and shake it heartily, “happy birthday, comrade!” you laugh, shaking your head, “you’re so silly. thank you, childe.” you both hide your chuckles as you joke about the poor guy that had to switch with you, and you tease and banter with each other all the way to the train station.

✦ SHIKANOIN HEIZOU. [ analytical harmony ]

it has been a long day. not necessarily bad, but one of those days where the universe seems to be conspiring against you to make every small thing go wrong enough to get on your nerves. right now, you’re at your wits end as you stumble onto the bus, sending the bus driver a sheepish smile when your card only buzzes on the third tap. your eyes scan the interior – almost all of the seats are occupied, and your friend has skipped ahead to sit with someone else she knows. 

but your gaze stops short on a maroon-haired guy looking out the window, and with an internal cheer you realise that the seat next to him is empty and quickly slide into it. now that you’re closer, you notice that he’s actually quite handsome; all fluffy maroon hair and forest green eyes with a few moles dotted across his pale skin. you’re so busy staring that you don’t realise he’s trying to tell you something until he clears his throat. “y-yeah?!” you stutter in surprise at his sudden attempt at conversation. that was a dumb reply. now you’re staring at him with wide eyes as he softly asks, “um, is that your wallet?”

you look at the floor where he’s pointing, only to realise with horror: that is your wallet! “oh… hahaha, that is mine. thank you,” you’re ninety percent sure you are giving off the worst first impression of all time with your stupid responses. it’s almost like you’ve never spoken to another human being in your life. and what’s with your outfit?! of course the one day you don’t dress up is the day you end up sitting next to the world’s cutest stranger. as you bend down to pick up your wallet, you silently curse your unlucky stars. you dropped your purse in front of a cute guy! can this day get any worse?! 

famous last words.

because two seconds later, you’re trying to sit up straight again, and you hit your head on the hard back of the seat in front of yours. even worse, you groan loudly, “ow!” “holy archons… are you okay?” the stranger beside you gasps, although as you rub your head and look at them, it’s pretty obvious that they’re trying to hold back laughter. you’re torn between laughing or crying your eyes out, but the humour of the absolutely idiotic situation you’re in kicks in and you end up giggling even as you’re wincing in pain, “i’m fine, thank you… i promise i’m not usually this clumsy.” “really?” he quirks an eyebrow with a teasing smile, “could’ve fooled me.” “hey!” you pout, folding your arms across your chest in playful offence, “i know i might have just made the worst first impression ever, but i swear i’m a lot cooler!” “i’ll be the judge of that,” his gaze softens and he tilts his head, “i’m heizou, by the way.” “i’m y/n! let’s restart this whole thing – it’s nice to meet you!”

luckily for you, the bus is stuck in traffic, and the two of you end up talking about everything under the sun on the long journey to the train station. you aren’t certain if he’s convinced that you’re cool yet, but you’ll definitely keep working on it – even if it’s only to see the way his cute dimples appear whenever his features crease into a smile at your jokes. 

✦ XIAO. [ vigilant yaksha ]

it’s been a tiring day of an exhausting course. but at the very least, you’ve got your new friend to complain to as the two of you wait for the bus. “you know, i was so glad you asked me to join your group!” you grin at xiao, adjusting your tote bag. “it’s no big deal… you were alone, so i thought you could join us,” he gives you a soft smile, jade streaks of hair framing his face as they peek out from under his dark cap. “yeah, but still! it’s so difficult to make friends when the classes are so huge, so it was really nice of you.” “that’s true. you’re the first person i’m talking to outside class,” he nods in agreement. his casual statement makes you remember that you’re a professional yapper and you panic, “oh! by the way, if i’m talking too much, just tell me to shut up! i talk a lot, so that’s totally fine.” he chuckles, and his response makes a happy smile grace your lips, “no, it’s okay. i prefer listening, so it’s fine if you talk a lot.” so talk is what you do until the bus finally rumbles into the bus stop. 

the constant bumping of the bus on the rough roads combined with the soothing noise of the rain tapping against the window makes you drowsy, and you turn to xiao, “if i fall asleep before we reach the train station, you better wake me up, okay? don’t abandon me on the bus and just go home!” the corner of his lips quirk up into what might be a teasing smile, “no promises.” but when he sees your distraught expression, he reassures you, “just kidding. i’ll wake you up.” “okay…” you mumble a response, and within a few seconds, you’re asleep, head lolling forward as the bus continues along. you don’t usually fall asleep on public transport, far too worried that you’ll miss your stop and end up on the other end of teyvat, but with xiao beside you, you’ve got nothing to worry about, right?

you’re in the middle of a very nice dream when you hear xiao’s soft voice calling you, “y/n?” and his tone is so gentle, like he didn’t want to startle you, that it almost makes your heart beat right out of your chest. you stretch a little, eyes flickering open before sliding shut again, “mmm…” “we’re almost there,” he murmurs. and there it is again, that soft, gentle voice that you swear sounds like honey. you’re almost going to pass out, and definitely not from sleepiness. “okay… i’m awake.” you manage a smile, and he tilts his head almost worriedly, “don’t fall asleep on the train.” “i won’t!” you grin widely as you hop off the bus, hoping that shows how you’re 100% awake right now, and he smiles, “okay then, i’ll see you tomorrow.” 

bahaha these are very messy but i just needed to get these out of my system before i went insane i think i should take the bus more often 😋 also yes these are all 100% experienced by yours truly and have not even been exaggerated for the sake of this fic // general masterlist

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[om0000]

⚠️ sorta longass post

i like the characterization of Peepers' n Wander's dynamic where Peepers fucking hates Wander's guts n wants him dead i think its funny asf but also like. what if he doesnt. cuz Wander is a lot of things to Peepers, his boss' most hated enemy (that he needs to capture but doesn't half of the time cuz he sees it as a waste of time), an inconvenience to account for in his brilliant plans (which he doesnt do at first, ex. The Brainstorm, but later even incorporates Wander into his plans sometimes, ex. The Showstoppers, My Fair Hatey), the idiot friend of his Esteemed Rival, a tactical weakness("pure unadulterated love") that he needs to train the watchdogs out of, ect ect, but that's all through the lens of either his job or other people. i dont think Peepers actually personally hates Wander. if they existed in a vacuum bro would have no beef with him at all. and i don't think he does? id even say Peepers barely knows him enough to form a personal opinion abt him. i might even dare to say Peepers didn't even actually begin to acknowledge Wanders intelligence n the purposefulness behind his actions in The Prisoner. the fact that he continues to disregard n underestimate Wander (again ex. The Brainstorm n more) could suggest that him admitting that Wander is a "cunning, sly and crafty genius" back then was only to convince Hater to deactivate the self-destruct. n u could argue that his disregard of him is pretty reasonable especially compared to how outrageous Hater's concerns w him sound even if theyre real (ex. The Axe, The It, The Brainstorm n more) but i feel like it goes beyond that sometimes. Peepers refuses to acknowledge him as a real threat, refuses to see his strengths and, i feel like, refuses to actually get to know him. even from an enemy standpoint, yk keep ur friends close n ur enemies closer, n it probably has its roots in his shaky pride in his own intellect n hence self worth(i think its so fucking funny n also kinda pathetic how during That's how we'll get her when him n Sylvia were striking poses in the last chorus he pointed at his fucking head, oh he wants to be the brains to her brawn soooooo bad) that would falter if he admits to himself that WANDER of all ppl is a genius, n that's smth that comes to bite him in the ass often — but imagine if he did. imagine him starting to realize stuff abt Wander, begin to understand him, willingly or not. imagine him getting to know Wander, without the lense of everything else they got going on. i think that just has so much potential for enhancing their dynamic n is so interesting... n ill probably never actually do anything abt it but its rlly fun to think abt. like imagine. imagine that

#fucking starryeyed brainrot #actually this isnt even necessarily starryeyed just a rant abt their dynamic from peepers pov as a whole #oh how i wish they interacted more........ #woy #wander over yonder #save woy

[revengeghoulette]

Matcha Latte w/Rose

Part 3: The Aftermath

Part 1 2 3

Playlist: The Rosy Crown

A/N: Totally different direction than what I originally planned for, but I like this so much better.

Mentions of infidelity/cheating. Divider by @ghuleh-recs this fic isnt part of mushy may but gah, its so cute!

Tags: @obsidianghoul @gottagho-st @sentientgolfball @foxybouquet @cheerycherrycandy-resurrected @clouds-bitch @crystalameoba @hyperobsession @everybodyshusband @ghostlylivres @sovaghoul @hypnoneghoul

“Hey Momo, it's Swiss, again. Please call me,” Swiss hangs up letting out an exasperated sigh. It’s been 4 days since their date, and he hasn’t heard anything from Mountain. Swiss is worried he fucked up. Was it the latte? Was it their less than PG activities in the kitchen? That must’ve been it. He knows he shouldn't have said ‘I love you’... Fuck fuck fucking fuck. 

“Hey, how long has he been like that?” Mist asks Sunny, who’s mopping the cafe staring at Swiss slumped on one of the bookstore chairs. 

“At least 2 hours. He’s been like that since I got here, and he hasn’t moved,” Sunny sighs, placing the mop in the bucket. “I don’t think he’s even blinked.” 

Mist stares at gloomy Swiss before speaking, “Should we do something? What if we called Mountain and made up some excuse that we need help moving furniture. They need to talk, or something. ” 

“Wait… do you think they’re… y'know? There was literally a spark when their hands touched the first time they met,” Sunny wonders.

“Nooo… that’s so rare nowadays with the whole human-ghoul integration thing and stuff…” Mist stares off for a second, her eyebrows furrowing as the realization hits her, “Oh, fuck. I think you’re right. Are you okay if I leave? I’ll do inventory later.”  Mist doesn’t wait for a response and heads out the door. 

Sunny is left confused and with many questions. She puts away the mop, and heads toward the kitchen. Swiss has obviously not been eating as well as he should. She’s determined to get him to eat something today, even if it kills her. 

-

Mist walks up to Mountain’s doorstep, breathing heavily from sprinting to his house. She’s about to knock when the door opens. 

“Oh, Mountain, hi,” she pants, trying to catch her breath. “You’d think I wouldn’t be out of breath so easily having gills and all, but cardio is not my thing.”  

Mountain chuckles sadly, humor not reaching his eyes, “I felt you coming. Please come in,” Mountain lets her inside, “tea? Water?”

“Yes, water, please.”

Mist enters his apartment and takes in the messy state. Books thrown on the ground, book display case doors wide open, chess pieces thrown across the room, curtains closed, the plants scattered around were withering. Mountain himself was withering. Stubble growing on his usually clean shaven face, dark circles below his now dim green eyes, his hair a mess, looking worse than a bird's nest. He was still in his pajamas, a tattered up shirt, looking thinner than his usual lean self. 

He brings out glasses of water from the kitchen and takes a seat on the sofa. Mist sits gently next to him, taking his shaking hand into her own. 

“Mountain…” she says softly. 

“I didn’t think it was going to happen again. I thought mates were a once in a lifetime thing. I- I don’t know how this happened. And then he said ‘I love you’ and I-I- He- I can’t.” Mountain starts to rock back and forth, pulling his hand away from Mist. 

“Hey, hey, Mount, look at me,” she slides off the couch to kneel in front of him, “breathe. Look at me. It’s going to be okay. That’s it, breathe in and out. Good job Mounty.” 

It takes a few minutes for Mountain to recover with Mists help. She sits on the ground in front of him holding his hands, waiting to see if he’d continue talking.

“I- I had a mate once, and it nearly broke me,” Mountain starts. Mist gets comfortable and listens to Mountain’s story. 

Her name was Emily. A rare name for a quintessence ghoul. They met when her family moved to town. She was the most beautiful ghoul he’d ever seen. Stunning bright yellow horns adorning her head, the cheesiest lopsided smile, bright purple eyes framed by round glasses, and freckles scattered all over her body that matched the night sky. 

They did everything together. 

After a few months of knowing each other they knew they were mates. Sparks would fly every single time their hands brushed, it was impossible for them to be separate for more than a day, and they only had eyes for each other. It was easy to say they both fell hard and fast. 

After discussing it, they decided to officially become mates. They held a small celebration with just their parents and closest friends to celebrate the union. Aether, Mountain’s closest friend for hundreds of years, was the master of ceremony and oversaw that everything was according to tradition. 

A few years after mating, Emily started to become distant. Mountain felt a shift in the mating bond. It felt weak. 

One night, when Emily was out late with her friends, Mountain started to get feverish. His heart racing, sweat running down his face. He was on fire. Boiling from the inside out. He didn’t know what was happening. After a few hours of feeling strange, he was able to calm down. A few symptoms lingering. He didn’t know what was happening, and Emily wasn’t there to help him calm down. 

The next morning he was fine, but then it started again while he was at work. The sweat, the heat, confusion, dizziness, his skin felt like it was on fire. Farmer Bob tried helping him by spraying him down with the hose, thinking he was experiencing heat stroke in the record breaking heat wave. 

The cool water from the hose helped and Mount was able to regulate his own temp. Farmer Bob’s wife, Debbie, regularly brought out iced lemonade and water to the boys during their shift to help them cool off and avoid another heat stroke incident. 

The next time this happened, it was raining, so it wasn’t the heat. Mountain collapsed in the field. Farmer Bob managed to get him conscious enough to drag him to his truck. He was hot to the touch and clammy. He wasn’t sure what to do so he drove him home and called the medwitch.  

Mountain stumbled into the house with the help of Farmer Bob and he saw Emily naked, on top of Aether.

He was betrayed by his best friend and mate. 

All the crazy symptoms he’s been having are a direct result of Emily cheating on him, specifically sleeping with another ghoul. 

His heart shattered. The pain in his heart started. He felt the snap of the bond. He saw the red string snap. It didn’t affect Emily as much because she was the one doing the cheating, but he saw it in her face when the bond snapped. 

Mountain was losing his composure. He wanted to kill Aether.  Betrayed by his own best friend. His claws were out, he was swinging. Luckily the medwitch had arrived who gave him a sedative and helped him to his room. She helped him get through the initial pain of the bond breaking, and left him with herbal medicines.

Emily and Aether were shunned by the community for infidelity and not respecting the mating bond. 

He fell into a deep depression where he saw no light at the end of the tunnel. He was a robot just running through the motions. Farmer Bob had to let him go because he was killing the crops instead of keeping them alive. 

His parents did everything they could for him, but it was actually his sister that helped him the most. She would take him flowers, force him out to the fields for fresh air, the rivers for some fun in the sun. She would make him silly little flower crowns and help him see the world in color again. She never let him out of her sight. She put up with so much of his grumpy attitude, but it was worth it. She may be younger than him by a few hundred years, but was far wiser than anyone he’s ever talked to. 

“If it wasn’t for that little brat, I don’t know what would've happened,” Mountain smiles thinking about his sister, “I love Swiss. I love him so much it hurts, but I’m just scared of getting hurt like that again, especially because he doesn’t fully understand the rules of mating or ghoul traditions,” Mountain finishes. 

Mist nods understanding where he’s coming from. “Look, I know it’s not business, but Swiss is basically my brother and I’ve never seen him so devoted to someone before. Yes, he’s a big flirt, and he’s got a history, but this is so different. He wakes up thinking about you, goes to bed with you on his mind, and you fill his thoughts from sunup to sundown. I would know because he never shuts up about you. He loves you a lot Mounty. I hate seeing you two like this, all depressed and shit. You should talk to him. He’d understand,” she squeezes his hands with reassurance. 

“You’re right, I should talk to him. It’s unfair how I just cut off communication with him. I’ll talk to him when I’m ready, not tonight though. Momma needs a drink,” Mountain winks at Mist hoping she’d catch on. 

“That's my line!” Mist laughs, happy to see her friend returning to his normal self, “Want some help cleaning up?” 

“Yes, please. This is embarrassing.” Mountain says, shying away from his friend. 

“Hey, it’s okay. This is what friends are for. Just tell me where stuff goes,” Mist gets up from the floor offering Mountain a hand. He grabs her hand, but pulls her down on top of him into a bone crushing hug. She lets out a boisterous laugh while trying to tickle him.

Mountain lets out a genuine laugh, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders.

Everything’s going to be okay. 

-

Mountain keeps his distance from Swiss and The Rosy Crown for a few more days. Mist encourages him to take a trip to see his sister. It’s been a few years since he’s seen her, and a friendly face will do him some good. Mountain takes an additional week off from work, claiming he’s been selected as a last minute keynote speaker at a conference. 

Swiss in his own world suffering. He’s fucking up drink orders, the breads not as tasty, it’s either under or over cooked, and all around he’s a mess. Patrons sympathize with him. It’s not easy going through heartbreak and running a business.

Sunny has stepped up to take charge while Swiss is down in the dumps. Sunny and Mist split up baking duties and managing the bookshop since Swiss usually did that in the mornings, after the breakfast rush. 

“Cheer up Mr. Brânză*. I’m sure professor Spruce is super busy and hasn’t had the chance to message you. You know how conferences are,” Eric, one of the bookstore employees, tells Swiss. 

Sunny got him to finally start eating again. He’s back to his normal eating schedule and he’s cheering up with every passing day. He was almost back to his silly, goofy self. 

Mountain returned from visiting his sister on Monday, but since he took the week off, he was hoping to invite Swiss on a mini-vacation and be able to explain everything. 

After taking the time to clean up, and packaging a few gifts he bought while on vacation, he heads down to the nearest market and picks out a bouquet of Swiss favorite flowers. 

Nervously, he knocks on Swiss’ door, hoping he answers the door because they have so much to discuss. 

Slowly the door opens and it's a woman… 

“Can I help you?” The woman asks. 

Swiss yells “Who is it?” in the background. The woman turns to answer him and by the time she turns back, the flowers and a small package are on the floor. 

Shit. Swiss recognizes that packaging and bolts out the door, hoping to catch Mountain. 

--

*Brânză means cheese in Romanian. Swiss Brânză. Swiss Cheese. Ba dum tss. gotta thank Spooks for this one.

#the band ghost #revenge works #matcha latte w rose fic #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #coffee shop au #mist ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #aether ghoul

[smoshyourheadin]

Maybe u could do a Spencer besties to lovers? Like they've known each other a long time yk

Thankssss no pressure if ur busy ofc <3

It’s Always Been You

cw: reader has a boyf who she breaks up w bc he’s an alchaholic!! don’t read if you aren’t comfortable, i’ll catch you another time ml 💛

a/n: EEK IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT ANON 🫶🫶💛💛 also im taking this as smosh spence not cm spence so feel free to re-request if you’d like <33 ps, ive written that he listens to pink floyd here so thats who syd barrett is if you don’t know :))

requests r open!!

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pairing: spencer agnew x fem!reader

florida, 2002

you and spencer were scurrying around in the freshly mown grass of his backyard, playing tag.

“you didn’t get me, you cheated!” you exclaim, ducking as he reaches out to get you again, tumbling to the floor.

“did too!” spencer retorts, his grazed knees dropping to the floor so he can lean over you. he meets your eyes, pulls a tongue, and hoists himself back up to run to his tyre swing.

all 11 years you’d known, you’d known them with spencer. your moms had been great friends since way before you were born, being in the same book club. or was it an art night? you didn’t exactly know, but you did know that because your moms were best friends, so were you and spencer.

as you sprung back up to your feet, your moms watched your antics through the kitchen window.

“whoever can swing the other the highest gets to have the last red popsicle!” he yelled as you ran over

“oh you’re so on!”

your hands gripped the tyre and you pushed like your life depended on it.

“y’know,” your mom said “one day, they’re going to end up together.”

his mom looked over at yours and smiled,

“i’d be surprised if they didnt honestly!”

los angeles, 2024

you walk through the door of your apartment, and you kick the door closed behind you. your bag slides off your shoulder, and you throw your keys onto the dresser next to the door. you only manage a long groan before flopping onto the couch.

“heya, charlie!” you scrunch your face up as you feel your dog’s cold, wet nose press against your cheek, as he gently wags his tail

“i missed you too boy, work was so tiring today.” you work at smosh with spencer, and have done for the past seven years after you left your job at another channel to join him. it was basically the best decision you’d ever made, every day filled with laughs; practically just a 24/7 hangout. you work with spencer on smosh games, but rarely ever go on camera, even if spencer’s there. you enjoy it anyway though.

you sit up and scratch behind his ears. he wiggles his body contently at your fondness. and then your stomach growls. it made sense, it was currently 6:43pm, and you last ate at noon, so you get up and drag yourself to make some mac n cheese.

as the pasta boils your phone starts ringing.

its james.

rubbing your hands over your face, you answer the dreaded call from your boyfriend james.

“heyyy~ sweetheart, y’doin okay? you were hic bein’ a bit of a bitch today, didnt answe my calls, what, you hate me or sumn?” he rambles, most of his words just slurring off.

“james, are you drinking again?” your voice is agitated, hearing the chattering and low bass of a bar in the background.

you know he has a problem, and you’ve tried to get him to stop so many times. but you just can’t. he just won’t take your help.

“wha- i mean- well- no- but um- well y’r just gonna be mad at me like y’allways are” he stammers, not wanting to tell you the truth.

“no, i’m done with this. you say all this to me when you’re drunk, and then act like everything is fine! i’m sick of it! you spend so much time at the bar, and its the only place we ever go on dates, and i just end up babysitting! so yeah i am mad! but for the last time! fuck you james.”

you hang up.

you start to tear up, the knot in your chest tight as your emotions come rushing to you, face heating up as tears begin to fall. the hissing of something behind you snaps you out of it.

“shit!” you rush over to to your stove, where the water from your pasta spills over the sides, the flames licking at the bottom of the pan.you take it off the heat and turn it off. it looks done anyway. you add some butter, and, of course, cheese. stirring gently, you sob.

james was so nice to you, always showering you with gifts and praise and love. but it was all for nothing. he just didn’t love you like he loved drinking in the end.

pouring the mac n cheese into a bowl, you call spencer.

“hey lemon! how’s my favourite person this fine evening?” you smile at the nickname.

florida, 2007

“spencer, you’re a boy. why are you so complicated? i mean, its just annoying!” you walk into his bedroom after his mom let you in, clearly pissed off. being 16 isn’t fun, especially when boys you like are rude to you.

“what did he do?” spencer doesn’t look up from his computer, just slightly turn his head.

“he said that i must eat lemons because of how bitter i am. i mean come on!” you lie on his bed and watch him play runescape.

“lemon… hmph” he just smiles and continues whatever he was doing on his game.

“what? nothing to say? ugh! you suuuuuck!”

los angeles, 2024

“yeah, i mean, no. i broke up with james.” you sniffle, and eat a forkfull of your food, elbows resting on the cold marble of the kitchen island.

“i mean- um- yeah thats horrible…” he says

“you’re allowed to celebrate, i know you hated him. and so did everyone. but still. im fragile right now!” you giggle through your gentle tears

“well, i mean, honestly? glad he’s gone. he sucked dude. not sure why you didn’t do it sooner. well, one positive to come of this, your pillows won’t stink of beer next time i nap at yours!” he replies, clearly happy for you.

“yeah,” you chuckle at the memory of spencer falling asleep on your bed, then completing his hair smelt like budweiser “that is true.”

“all seriousness though, are you okay?” his voice is genuine this time, filled with concern.

“no, not really. it’s just… different i guess. but, not much has changed y’know? like, it already felt like he wasn’t my boyfriend anymore…” you begin to ramble for at least 20 minutes, only to be met with the occasional ‘mhmn’ and ‘yeah’ from spencer. mid sentence, there’s a knock at your door.

“oh one sec, someone’s here.” you get up from your table and swing the door open to see a very sympathetic looking spencer, two target bags in his hands.

your jaw is on the floor. you were just crying to him over the phone, and he’d stayed whilst going out to get what you can only assume is things like sour patch kids and vanilla ice cream, which you could see at the top of the bag. your favourites.

“girls night?” he smirked and raised the bags at his sides.

all you can do is smile ear to ear, and wrap him in a tight hug. he leaned into you, basking in your sweet citrusy perfume.

“you’re my favourite, spencie.” you say into his shoulder.

as you both walk inside, charlie comes bounding over to spencer, his favourite person.

“who’s a good boy! charlie is!” spencer was now crouchedby your kitchen island, fussing over your dog as you walked to put on something more comfortable. you slid on some track pants and an old atari hoodie. walking back into your kitchen, spencer has unpacked the bags, and is creating his favourite conconction, The Agnew Sundae. basically the most sickeningly sweet ice cream ever. his dad made it for you both in the summer, and it consisted of:

vanilla ice cream

chocolate syrup

caramel sauce

whipped cream

sprinkles

mini marshmallows

chocolate chips

m&ms

and some crushed oreos to finish.

god, you know you’re going to regret this later, but boy was it a good way to cheer you up.

also strewn on the counter was his switch and copy of animal crossing, a few of his dvd’s for you to watch, and his mom’s chocolate chip cookies.

“spencer, how on earth did you get these? your mom lives across the country!” you hold up the baggie, and raise an eyebrow.

he looks up from his ice cream assembly station, and smirks.

“a magician never- ow!”

you cut him off by lightly jabbing his arm

“okay okay, she visited not to long ago - when she took you to the mall? and she gave me these to freeze and keep for an important event. i think she’d agree this is important.” you cant help but smile at his remark. you missed you moms.

“i’ll have to ring her later to thank her.” you say.

the night goes on, and you and spencer sit on the couch under a blanket watching barbie princess charm school. because what else are you going to watch?

as the movie goes on, and the effects of the agnew sundae kick in; you were dozing off on his shoulder. towards the end of the movie, so does he. he drifts off, comforted by your soft hair occasionally brushing against his face.

you stir awake, the sun beaming into your eyes through your semi-open blinds, and you’re hit by a wave of memory. everything that happened last night comes flooding back.

james’ call.

spencer’s call.

spencer showing up for you.

at the latter, you smile slightly. you prop yourself up on the sofa, and notice the absence of spencer’s warmth by you. frowning slightly, you walk into the kitchen.

“morning sleepyhead” his sweet voice rings through the room

“hey. i thought you’d’ve gone home”

“no, im not that mean! who do you take me for?” he retorts, his attention turning back to the pancakes on the stove.

“pancakes? what time is it?” you come up behind him, putting your chin on his shoulder.

“yeah, and it’s about 10:30.” he leant his head on yours, flipping one. you had to admit, they look pretty good.

“10:30!?” you lift you head in surprise, looking at your phone “shouldn’t we be in work?”

“nope, i called us in sick. said my mom was having surgery. which she is, but i made it sound dramatic so we could stay off.” he looks at you, and smiles slightly.

“well, send her my love! i think i’ll go get dressed now.” he hummed, and you left the room.

opening your closet, you pick out a yellow baggy t-shirt and some grey sweatpants. you pull on some fluffy socks, and slip on a zip up hoodie. walking back out into the living room, spencer walks in with two plates piled high with pancakes, drenched in syrup and strawberries

“so,” you say, a fork full of pancakes in your mouth. “whats the plan for today?”

he looks over at you, and shrugs slightly. “not sure, we could go to the book store you like?”

“ah, you know the way to a girl’s heart“ you put a hand over your chest and giggle a bit.

a few hours later, you walk into the store, door creaking just a bit as a small brass bell chimes overhead. the air is filled with a comforting mix of old paper, leather bindings, and a hint of freshly brewed coffee from the corner cafe that you and spencer like to get tea from. you breathe it in deeply, a sense of calm washing over you. as you walk over the creaky wooden floorboards beneath you, soft warm light filters down from antique lamps, and cast a gentle glow over the rows of books. you ghost your fingertips over the cloth spines while the quiet murmur of whispered conversations and the occasional rustling of pages create a soothing background noise, almost like a lullaby. through spencer’s airpods, syd barrett serenades you both, and his voice blends seamlessly with the ambiance of the store.

“anything good today lemon?” spencer says as he shimmies up next to you in the aisle of towering book shelves, his voice like honey rolling off his tongue. his hair was unruly as always, but he looked so pretty in this light. his face was littered with freckles that you wish you could kiss. he’s smiling at you, and it snaps you back to reality, and reminds you of the fact you’re staring at him

“uh, yeah, i think i’ll get this one” you smile back, holding up a copy of memoirs of a geisha by arthur golden

“cool, shayne likes that one i think. but he likes every book so…” he smiles at his own remark “um, you want me to grab our normal seats in the cafe while you pay for that?”

“yes, please!” you reply eagerly, smiling as he walked off.

you walk up to the cashier, an older lady who always gives you a bookmark.

“thank you m’darlin’, have a lovely day!”

“you too mrs bryson!” you reply, heading over to spencer who’s sat in some plush leather armchairs. as you sit in comfortable silence with him, time seems to slow down, and for a moment, it's just you, spencer, the books, and the comforting atmosphere of this charming bookstore.

“i got you your sweet tea.” he says, handing you a plastic cup filled with your favourite tea.

he remembered.

fuck.

you were in love with spencer agnew, and it took you him handing you your favourite tea to realise it.

“thanks spence.” you say, still grasping the feelings in your chest.

while you read you book and drink your tea, you feel your attention drifting to him. you can't help but glance up from the pages every now and then, watching him as he sits across from you, his focus on his own book. his fingers absently tracing the rim of his coffee mug, his brow furrowing as he reads. the way the sunlight filters through the small window, casting a warm glow across his hair, highlighting the subtle streaks of lighter brown among his dark curls. you find yourself smiling at the sight of him, wondering when these small, mundane moments began to mean so much to you. the bookstore is quiet, aside for the murmur of others reading or talking in hushed tones. yet, with spencer sitting just a few feet away, the world feels like it's faded to the background. it's just you and him, sharing this space, this moment. you watch the way his lips move slightly as he reads, how he occasionally tilts his head in concentration, and the way his eyes light up when he finds something particularly interesting. as he looks up and catches you watching him, you feel a rush of warmth spreading through your chest. he smiles at you, a slow, easy smile that makes your heart skip a beat. he raises an eyebrow, and you quickly look back down at your book, feeling your cheeks flush. but you can't help it; your gaze finds its way back to him, like he's the most interesting story in the room. he seems to notice the shift in the air between you. he closes his book and leans forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees.

“everything okay?” he asks, his voice gentle, his eyes filled with genuine curiosity.

“yeah,” you reply, trying to sound casual, though your heart is racing. “just... glad to be here with you.”

he nods, his smile growing a bit wider. “me too.”

as he settles back into his chair, you realize that this simple exchange has changed something. the air feels lighter, the connection between you stronger. you may have come here to read and relax, but now, sitting across from spencer, you know you've found something else entirely - something you never want to let go of.

as you leave the store, you’re panicking slightly as you realise you don’t know what to do. so instead you make up an excuse.

“i forgot my keys ," you blurt out, looking back at the bookstore. it's a thin excuse, but spencer doesn't seem to notice. he simply nods, a hint of concern in his eyes.

"do you want me to wait for you?" he asks, already reaching for his phone to check the time.

"no, it's fine," you reply quickly. "you can go ahead. i’ll just be a minute."

spencer seems reluctant to leave, but he nods, offering a warm smile before stepping out onto the street. you watch him walk away, his figure blending into the crowd as he heads toward the main crossing. your heart sinks a little as he disappears from view, and you take a deep breath, trying to steady your racing pulse.

the bookstore feels different now. the warm glow and soft murmurs are still there, but without spencer, it's like the color has faded a bit. you stand by the door, uncertain of what to do next. you could go back outside, catch up with him, and just say it. tell him how you feel. but the words seem stuck in your throat, and the thought of laying your feelings bare feels like too much, too soon.

you step back inside, pretending to look for something you might have left behind. the stacks of books seem to stretch endlessly in front of you, a maze of comforting distractions. you wander through the aisles, hoping to calm your racing thoughts, but all you can think about is spencer - his smile, the way his eyes crinkle when he laughs, the warmth of his voice.

eventually, you find a quiet corner and sit down, closing your eyes for a moment. you know you have to do something. you can't just let him walk away without knowing how much he means to you. but the fear of rejection, of changing everything, feels overwhelming.

you realize you need time to sort through your feelings, to figure out the best way to approach this. with a heavy heart, you decide to make your way home, hoping the familiar surroundings will bring clarity. as you step out onto the street, the cool breeze brushes against your skin, and you take a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging inside you.

on the journey home, you replay the moments with spencer in your mind, each one a bittersweet reminder of how much he means to you. you know you can't keep hiding your feelings, but you also know you need to approach this with caution. as you unlock the door to your apartment, you make a silent promise to yourself—to take the time you need, to listen to your heart, and to find the courage to follow where it leads, even if it means risking everything for him.

when you get home, spencer tries calling you as he paces around his bedroom, his phone pressed against his ear. the ringing continues, but there's no answer. he frowns, feeling an uneasy twist in his stomach. maybe you're still in the bookstore. maybe your phone is on silent, or maybe you're just busy. he tells himself there's a reasonable explanation, but the doubt lingers.

as he walks to his kitchen, he dials again. this time, the call goes straight to voicemail. his instincts tell him something isn't right. the keys excuse felt odd, and your hurried departure only amplifies his worry. he takes a moment to think, then leaves his apartment, jumps in his car, starts the engine, and drives toward your apartment.

the streets pass in a blur as he navigates through the evening traffic, his mind racing with possibilities. he finds a parking spot near your building and heads to your door. the hallway is quiet, save for the distant sound of a tv from a neighbouring apartment. he takes a deep breath and knocks.

nothing.

he knocks again, this time a little louder. the knot in his stomach tightens. what if something's wrong? what if he's too late? he knocks a third time, and this time, he hears a faint rustling from inside. the door opens slowly, and there you are, standing in the doorway with a look of surprise and confusion.

"spence?" you say, blinking at him as if he's the last person you expected to see.

"i - i was worried," he stammers, rubbing the back of his neck. "you didn't answer your phone, and i - i didn't know if you were okay."

you tilt your head, trying to process why he's here. his eyes search yours, and you can tell he's anxious, almost desperate to explain himself. "i'm fine," you say, "just had some stuff to think about."

he nods, but you can see he's not entirely convinced. there's something else, something deeper. he takes a step back, as if he's about to leave, but then he hesitates. "i - i have to tell you something," he blurts out, his words coming out in a rush. "i like you. like a lot. like i think i love you? and i know it might be weird, and i don't want to mess things up, but I just had to say it - because i couldn't keep it to myself anymore.”

he looks at you, his eyes full of emotions you can't quite decipher yet. you nod, urging him to continue, even though your own heart is racing. there's something in his gaze that makes you realize this isn't just any confession - this is something that's been building for a long time.

"i've liked you since we were kids," he says, almost breathlessly. "i mean, you were always the coolest person I knew. you didn't care what anyone else thought. you were smart and funny and just... so genuinely kind. i remember when we used to ride our bikes around the neighbourhood, and you'd always be the first one to try something new. like, remember when you climbed that huge tree in mr lawson's yard just because you wanted to see the view from the top? i thought you were so brave."

he chuckles softly, his gaze softening as he reminisces. "and then, when we got older, you were always there for me. when my parents split up, and i felt like everything was falling apart, you were the one who came over with a pizza and just listened. you didn't try to fix it; you just let me talk. that's something i've always loved about you. you're a great listener, and you care about people. like, really care."

he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, his eyes locking with yours. "it's not just that, though. It's the little things, too. the way you laugh at the dumbest of angela’s jokes, the way you get excited about your favorite books, and how you always know the right thing to say when I'm feeling down. you make everything feel... lighter, you know? like, even when things are tough, you find a way to make it better."

spencer pauses, his voice growing more earnest. "so yeah, i've um, been holding onto this for a while, and i just, couldn't keep pretending that i didn't feel this way. i like you - a lot. and i don't know if you feel the same way, but i just couldn't not tell you anymore."

he takes a step back, the tension in his shoulders indicating that he's prepared to leave if needed. "i don't want to make things weird between us. if you don't feel the same, that's okay. i just had to say it, because you're the best thing in my life, and i can't keep acting like you aren't."

his confession takes you by surprise, but as he speaks, you feel a surge of warmth in your chest. the words you were struggling to say are suddenly so clear, so obvious. you watch as he starts to turn away, his shoulders slumping in resignation. before he can take another step, you grab his arm and pull him back, your lips pressing against his in a gentle, yet desperate kiss.

he freezes for a moment, stunned by your sudden action, then his arms wrap around you, pulling you close. when you finally break the kiss, you look into his eyes, and there's no doubt, no hesitation.

"it's always been you," you whisper, your voice soft but sure. "you're my person, spencer."

he hugs you tightly, his grip firm and comforting, as if he's afraid you'll disappear if he lets go. you rest your head on his shoulder, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your cheek. it's a perfect moment, one that feels like the beginning of something new, something beautiful.

and as you stand there in each other's embrace, you know that everything's going to be okay, because you have each other. and that's all that matters.

#spencer agnew x reader #spencer agnew #smosh #smoshyourheadin #angela giarratana #amanda lehan canto #arasha lalani #courtney miller #shayne topp

[moonstrider9904]

Lose It

Grand Admiral Thrawn x Female Reader

Summary: As Governor Pryce's assistant, you've had to put up with a lot of things and meet a lot of stuck up imperials with flying colors, but when Grand Admiral Thrawn lands on Lothal, you find yourself stuttering upon your words, flustered, and invited to a gala dinner that'll define your career.

Tags/warnings: SMUT. 18+ adults only. Corporate struggles, Pryce being mean, first meetings, alcohol consumption, making out, PiV sex unprotected, fingering. This is my first time in a long while writing Thrawn, so sorry if any of this is ooc.

Word count: 8042

Playlist: Lose it by Oh Wonder - and its Jerry Folk Remix for the smut 👀

Read on AO3 | One-shot masterlist | Main masterlist |

With your eyes glued to the datapad, you felt as if caf would be the only thing to get you through that morning.

Sunrises on Lothal were beautiful, and yet, you were never able to enjoy them. Your desk on the seventh floor, a place relatively close to the much more humane office destined for your boss, was in a tiny reception room that had no windows; you'd have to walk a good kilometer inside the facility for you to get a glimpse of the outside world. You didn't mind the walking - it was always good for your mind whenever you felt saturated - but lately it seemed as if your boss had the uncanny ability to always demand something new from you whenever you resolved to walk out that door to do anything remotely human. Never being one to be superstitious, when it came to Governor Pryce, you wouldn't give her any more leverage.

You scoffed lightly at yourself. With the boss you had, it was a miracle the cup of caf you were drinking was actually for yourself and not for her. You had a little wager going on in your head to see what else that woman could take from you - so far, she'd already claimed your motivation and a good chunk of your faith in the Empire.

You regretted having Pryce on your thoughts when a notification pushed itself to the corner of your datapad. I'm not available, you thought to yourself, as if that had ever kept you from doing anything that was beneath you before, or worse, getting locked in a task that would absorb all your time and sucked the energy out of you like a leech. There never seemed to be an in between. You scanned the subject and, though you didn't hear alarms being set off in your mind, you did find your interest piqued.

URGENT: Imperial High Command Visit, Subject Classified. All imperial personnel directly reporting to levels SC6 and above must report to direct management for instructions.

And sure enough, you'd have no more peace for the remainder of the morning when you read that. You downed the rest of your caf and mentally braced yourself for what was to come. It wasn't uncommon for you to receive messages like that, but something big usually happened when you did, and you were used to finding out who or what it was about until the very last moments. It looked like it would simply be one of those days, so you grabbed your datapad and left your desk, making your way across the little reception room and into Pryce's office.

One thing you figured you could appreciate about Pryce was that there was never any beating around the bush, and it always made things a lot quicker, even in situations when it felt like you were having a band aid ripped from you. More like a piece of duct tape, but it was quick either way. And when you walked into her office, your back straight and gaze placed directly on your boss, donning what she would deem the desirable posture of an Imperial public servant, Pryce was already standing up from behind her desk with her blue eyes piercing into you.

Only she could make such a beautiful eye color look so menacing.

"You're here not two minutes after my comm was sent," Pryce commented. "I want that efficiency from you every day."

You were that efficient every day, but you weren't about to argue with Pryce about her short-sightedness.

"Put everything you were working with on hold for now," Pryce told you.

You didn't question the importance of the current events, but you never liked it when she told you to cast things aside to make room for her new wishes.

"I need you to send this out as a comm to all staff levels SC5 and below," Pryce handed you a drive, "and then I need you to make sure Congregation Room 2 is set to receive a minimum of seven people, but leave three extra chairs and make sure it's well stocked in refreshments. Put all my comms outside of lines 1 and 2 on standby, redirect comms from lines 4 and 6 towards you, I'm sure those are all things you can handle."

Pryce began walking past you outside of her office, leaving you to follow as you made a mental list of what she was asking.

"Do not answer any questions you're asked by anyone," Pryce continued. "At the most, tell anyone who wants to know to refer to the comm I'm asking you to send out. Now, in that hard drive you'll find the comm, two diagrams, a statement, and a final comm different to the first one which must be sent out only to levels SC6 and above - they are all in the order they're meant to be sent out and the time and date is encrypted in their properties. Stick to them like clockwork, and program anything you need ahead of time. We cannot afford mistakes, I hope I'm clear about that. Once you're done with these duties, find me. I'll need you at my side the whole day."

"Yes, Governor Pryce," you answered with your most professional tone.

Pryce stopped in front of your desk in the reception. "One more thing. Tomorrow night there will be a welcoming gala on the higher levels of the facility. I assume you have something to wear?"

"Ma'am?" You questioned, inevitably puzzled. You were open to many requests from Pryce, and while nearly nothing surprised you anymore, it really sounded like Pryce was inviting you to a fancy event.

"You won't be dancing and fine dining," Pryce sneered. "You'll be assisting me as well as the logistics staff for the event. And, I cannot repeat this with enough emphasis, we cannot afford mistakes. Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," you answered again.

Pryce was about to leave the reception and finally give you room to work, but she stopped and looked at you again.

"Ah, and refill the caf pots for the entire floor, we're all going to need it," Pryce spat before finally leaving without so much as a thank you or goodbye.

Would you like me to refill the fat cats' caf pots before or after I send out a highly important, classified comm to the entire facility? It was all you could do not to roll your eyes. You didn't want any cameras catching you in the act.

Luckily, you'd gotten very good at prioritizing. The high commands could wait for their caf, and if they couldn't, they could very well brew it themselves. The first thing on the list was checking the drive Pryce had given you so that you could write out any comms and either send them or program them, so you plugged the drive into your computer. You found that one of the diagrams Pryce had told you about wasn't meant to be sent out, but rather, it was full of instructions for you. And according to those instructions, you'd have time to be a professional performing tasks worthy of her level before fulfilling a caf quest that was very much beneath you.

But the other diagram caught your eye - it was a command structure you'd never seen before. You knew many of the names on it, and when you read the one at the top, began to grasp the magnitude of what was happening at Lothal. It seemed Pryce wouldn't be the top authority on the planet anymore, she'd now be answering to someone who carried a title far more imposing than hers.

The diagram was meant to be sent out with the first comm, so you read the draft, and you didn't know whether you should panic, be excited, or hide from anyone who already recognized you as assistant to the Governor who would want privileged answers. Words like Command Structure Reformation, High Level Staff Transition, and Low-level Cost Reduction caught your eye. You'd heard whispers of new projects and seen the factories that were being built on Lothal from afar, and it seemed you were the one being tasked with telling the facility about that. But you had the hunch something like this would only leave everyone with more questions than answers. No wonder Pryce had warned you about people asking you things, but you doubted it was out of any effort to protect you. She'd essentially just asked you to keep from saying anything that might spill any secrets.

You sent out the first comm immediately and scheduled anything else for the day, including the comm about the gala—that one got you wondering if you'd at least be paid extra, but you had little faith in that. When you were done with that, you locked the computer and removed the drive, and you took your datapad with you as well for whatever came up. You were now headed towards Congregation Room 2 to oversee its preparations, hoping to swiftly fulfill the second part of your instructions for that morning, but as you were leaving the reception room and entering the main hallway, you were abruptly almost bumped into by Pryce herself, who rushed down the hall followed by three Imperial men in high-ranking uniforms. Despite her urgency, she stopped to glare at you.

"Do not tell me you're only just finishing the comms," Pryce snarled. "Hurry up and fill the pots! Are you trying to make the staff furious?"

Without any other acknowledgement towards you, Pryce and the other imperials continued on their way. You felt heat rushing to your cheeks with the words you couldn't say to her, such as how perhaps she forgot what it was like to do routine comm writing or basically any other task the commoner would have to do any day and how long some of those could take ever since she got a high horse and an assistant. But you also knew if you stood there pondering, you'd get yelled at again—the fact that Pryce had chosen to do that in front of others made your blood boil, but as much as you didn't appreciate being humiliated as "that aloof assistant" in front of anyone, you had things to do, lowly as they were.

Another push notification presented itself on your datapad, which you stopped in your tracks to look at.

From: Governor Pryce

On your desk I left a stack of binders for Congregation Room 2. Do not forget them.

You added that little detail to the list of things to keep track of.

With each pot of caf you filled, a tiny part in your brain wondered if anyone would notice if you spat in it. The thought amused you, but you also feared Pryce far too much to try any stunts like that. Something told you she'd notice you sabotaging a pot of caf even if she was on a different planet. You let your fantasies of getting away with mischief get you through that particularly unpleasant part of the morning and finally headed back to your desk for the binders from Pryce and then towards the congregation room, walking so fast you would run if you went any quicker. It was a miracle you didn't drop the binders in the middle of the hallway, and you were happy fate was apparently smiling at you that day to prevent any more embarrassment in front of Imperial high command.

When you arrived, you were pleased to see that the room wasn't a mess. The large table in the center was perfectly clean, with no traces of dust, and the chairs had already been pushed in and straightened out neatly. The room had that corporate smell to it that you both loved and hated, and it was so quiet that it was oddly peaceful. You liked the way the blueish-gray walls were embellished by the large paintings on the walls, one on each of the longer sides of the room. You wished you had more time to admire them both, one of the landscapes of Lotha, and the other one far more abstract with bright shades of orange, magenta, some yellow, and hints of gold on a cream-colored canvas.

You set a binder down on each spot of the table, and then you tested the light dimmers in the room. You then placed a bottle of water next to each binder, and finally, you brewed a pot of caf for the Congregation Room that you hoped would be your last, at least for that day. Still, you admitted you could use another cup of fully loaded black caf yourself.

For a while, the sound of the caf brewing was the only thing to fill your ears. You watched the rich, dark droplets falling into the pot and filling it, letting your mind get some sort of rest. You had the strange feeling that you'd been worked to the bone and yet you hadn't accomplished anything that day... that was a feeling you got very often in your job.

"Strange to see two very opposing art pieces put together in one room," a deep, male voice inundated your senses, rich and luxurious like the caf filling the pot in front of you.

Despite the voice's velvet qualities, you jumped up on the spot, startled, and you turned to face its source.

"I apologize, I did not mean to startle you," he said. He was a tall Chiss man in a white uniform, his profile frame facing you as he faced the painting of the landscape of Lothal's countryside. His posture was regal, with his hands placed behind his back, resting in lightly formed fists. "It would seem a more traditional choice to have paintings that are similar to one another, enough for them to complement but not cause any redundancy."

When he finished speaking, the man looked at you, his deep crimson gaze both gentle and penetrating on you.

"Would you agree?" He asked you.

You didn't have an idea of what to answer, and even if you did, you were stunned. You'd never crossed paths with someone like him before - his aura was intoxicating, and the fact that he had deemed you worthy of addressing spiraled in your mind. Any other imperial would have looked at you over the nose and deemed their time too important to waste on a mere assistant.

"I-I-" You paused to clear your throat, cursing your sudden inability to speak. "I have indeed seen that tendency in other places, just not here. Personally, I like the other painting a lot more."

Your mind began to race as you worried whether you were supposed to salute him or do anything, but it would depend on his rank. You figured standing up straight and not making a further fool out of yourself would suffice, but you looked over at the plaque over his chest just to be sure.

It wasn't a pattern or a rank you recognized. Had that man smitten you that hard?

He gave you the hint of a smile before turning around and looking at the other painting, the abstract piece, and he took his time to admire it. You wondered if perhaps you should offer him a cup of caf, ask him if he was there for the staff meeting, comment more on the painting... you had no clue.

But the silence was suffocating you, and you knew you wanted to hear more of his luscious voice. You looked at the plaque on his chest and took your best guess at his rank judging by the sequence of colors - you didn't get to be assistant to the Governor without memorizing imperial structure level well before.

"Admiral," you stammered minimally, "is there something I can help you with?"

Slowly, his frame turned towards you, his lips again curved ever so slightly. "It is Grand Admiral, actually."

You felt heat rushing to your cheeks - even your best guess based on your experience didn't save you from messing up in front of the greatest force of nature that facility had seen in a while.

"O-oh, I apogolize--er, apologize," you stuttered.

You wanted to scream, so you resorted to just doing it internally. It then dawned on you who this man really was based on his rank alone. The reason your morning had been so hectic was standing right there in front of you, watching you squirm. This was the man Governor Pryce would answer to from now on. Grand Admiral Thrawn. You straightened your back at the realization and bowed your head shortly before looking him in the eyes again, and much to your surprise, he seemed amused with you. Not in the high-and-mighty way, but rather, it was almost as if something about you was endearing.

"You may be at ease," Thrawn said. "I would like to hear your thoughts on this abstract piece. You said you prefer this over the other one."

You breathed in before speaking and hoped your language skills didn't fail you again, and you took just a couple of paces closer to him, allowing yourself to view the painting better.

"Well, I'm no expert," you warned.

"You do not have to be," Thrawn mused. "Appreciation of the arts can be enhanced by knowledge, but the true purpose of art is to produce sensations in the viewer. Any insight you may have to share is valuable."

You looked at the painting again and found it in yourself to relax. "I like the warmth of the colors. And their livelihood, too. It makes me think of freedom, and the gold flecks seem to speak about the beauty of that freedom, as well as the luxury of having it."

"This desire of freedom speaks to you?" He asked you.

You then realized you were talking about lacking freedom to an Imperial Grand Admiral, and you felt your already racing heart quicken.

"I'm grateful for my work and I have no complaints," you corrected despite your many complaints about your boss that morning, easing yourself back into what the painting produced within you. "It's just that... the bright pinks and oranges are hard not to notice in the middle of these gray walls... they can become confining after too many hours in them."

"Hm," Thrawn hummed. "I always prefer having a view myself. I share your sentiment."

You figured having a Grand Admiral's agreement on an art matter was the biggest compliment you'd get that day.

"Might I ask," you began, "what do you think of it?"

Thrawn side-eyed you, but the attitude with which he did it seemed pleased, as well as intrigued with you. He then looked at the painting again. "This color palette reminds me of a current I've been witnessing in none other but rebellious efforts. There is a certain diversity to it, as well as the clear nature of abstract art mirroring the rebellion itself. Your observations of the contrast of the color with the gray of our facilities and the need for freedom only confirm to me that I was not far off with my own initial interpretation."

You were dazed, and the need to speak more plunged into you like thorns.

"How interesting," you said with an airy voice. "For these sorts of emotions to be manifested to multiple people in a similar way."

"Yes," Thrawn said. "Though current context may have some influence on this... collective perception."

Before the conversation could advance, you heard the sound of Governor Pryce's voice approaching from down the hall, her words quick and frantic, clashing with your and Thrawn's aura like nails scratching smooth stone. Soon enough, Pryce appeared at the door of the room with a large number of Imperials behind her, and though she was relieved to find Thrawn there, you could tell she was displeased at the sight of you standing with him.

"Grand Admiral, please excuse the lack of hospitality," Pryce said as she glared at you.

"Not at all, Governor Pryce, I have been well-received," Thrawn said; you could have sworn you noticed him glance at you as he did.

Regardless of Thrawn trying to ease some of the weight off you, the last thing you wanted was to have Pryce suspect anything less than decent coming from you. But fortunately, you noticed Pryce scanning the room, hopefully noticing everything was set up exactly according to her instruction. And now that she had come to you, it wasn't necessary for you to go out and look for her like she'd told you earlier.

Pryce suppressed a scoff. "Yes, well, it appears this room has been prepared properly for your arrival." She then faced the rest of the Imperials behind her. "Please come in. My assistant will help accommodate you."

You understood the instruction and acknowledged Thrawn one last time before walking over to the doorway and directing multiple people towards their chairs around the table. Before Pryce took her own seat, she approached you and leaned in close to your shoulder - your mind raced with the question of whether she would congratulate or choke you.

"You are not to be left alone with the Grand Admiral again, do you understand?" She whispered, but the aggression of her tone was anything but inconspicuous.

"Yes ma'am," you acknowledged without trying to offer any explanation in return.

"Stay here at the back of the room," Pryce ordered. "Oblige to any request these officers may have. I don't want slip-ups."

"Yes, ma'am," you repeated.

"And this goes without saying, but none of what you are about to hear us discuss leaves this room," Pryce added. "This is of the highest confidentiality."

You nodded. "I understand, ma'am."

You knew Pryce was mad at finding you alone with Thrawn, but if she still kept you at that meeting, you had no reason to fear you'd be unemployed tomorrow. The meeting took hours, all through which you kindly obliged to whatever was needed from you.

And you felt crimson eyes on you all the while.

*

The morning after, bright and early, you arrived at your office and noticed a surprise on your desk. Pryce was nowhere to be seen, but on top of the stack of folders and datapads waiting for you to check on them, there was a bag over your desk with a delicate parchment on it that had your name written in ink. It looked large enough to hold a gown, and you remembered Pryce had mentioned something about you having an outfit for the welcoming gala you'd attend that night.

Pryce got me a dress? Employer review season must be coming up.

You pushed the jokes aside in your brain and decided to be more appreciative. Besides, it was far more likely Pryce would rather give you what she wanted you to wear before risking letting you make a poor fashion choice, thus surely rendering the welcoming gala a complete, unsaveable failure.

You took the parchment from the bag and noticed the other side of it had more writing on it.

Art deserves to be appreciated.

You felt your heart skip a beat and the oxygen leaving your head. That dress wasn't from Pryce, it was from Thrawn. It made you all the more motivated to unzip the dress bag and look at what was inside, and you felt your breath leaving your body when you saw the exquisite black fabric of the long gown. The outer layer of the dress was primarily lace, with sequins and beads very discreetly forming delicate flower forms every few inches. You knew it was high couture when your fingertips brushed the fabric, the quality evident under your touch—you tried not to think how much it cost.

Were you even supposed to accept a gift like that? You weren’t sure. It might not even fit, and even if it did, maybe you were expected to return it after the gala.

But who were you to refuse a request from a Grand Admiral? It’s not as if Pryce hadn’t told you to oblige to anything those Imperials the day before, and to your knowledge, that included Thrawn.

That day at work didn’t have you running up and down the facility like the day before, constantly required at Pryce’s side, beck, and call, but the workload didn’t stop. Between comms regarding structure changes, further details being given to the public, overseeing preparations for the gala and familiarizing yourself with the guestlist of the event, and the routine work you always did day to day for Pryce, you were hardly able to leave your desk.

But all that made the end of the day much sweeter, and when you were off your shift, you hurried home with the gown in hand. Quickly, you showered, dried your hair and styled it for the night, dolled yourself up with makeup and perfume, and at last, it was time for the dress. You were suddenly nervous about the dress not fitting, but when you tried it on, it slipped on you with ease and hugged your silhouette beautifully. The crop of the dress was perfect for your body type, and it accentuated your curves in all the right places.

Either Thrawn had someone investigate all your measurements to find the perfect fit, or he was able to eye you up and down and determine that for himself. Either way, your heart began to race. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like the attention you were getting.

You grabbed a pair of shoes that went well with the dress and added some finishing touches to yourself, and you still had about an hour to spare before the time Pryce had asked you to be at the facility pre-event. You were out your door regardless. You figured, for an event like that, arriving sooner couldn’t hurt if only it meant having a bit more control over it.

As Pryce’s assistant, you’d been to the higher levels of the capitol a few times before for events of the sort, but you’d never seen the place decorated like it was now. The burgundy walls looked even more opulent with the warm golden lighting, and there were several tables laid out around a dance floor, each one decorated with similar burgundy, wine, and gold motifs with extravagant floral centerpieces and delicate glassware for each member that would occupy a spot in them. At the head of the dance floor there was an elongated table whose decoration matched that of the others, with exactly seven seats on it. Your chest fluttered when you glanced at the middle seat. Your day of overseeing preparations for the event had made you all too familiar with who would be occupying that spot.

You still had a job to do. You made sure the logistics team was spot on with last-minute arrangements, verifying there was enough food and wine for everyone who would be there. You went to confirm that every sound, music, and holo-projection worked properly and no one would be embarrassed on behalf of technical difficulties. Because of you, everything was spot-on well before any guests started arriving.

Timely as always, the first one to do so was Pryce. She donned an elegant gown, but as elegant as she looked, she still had that authoritarian air to her, rather than the aura of someone who went to enjoy herself. And she looked around the room not turning up her nose at anything; it seemed she was satisfied with your work for the time being. She walked up to you, and although you’d done a good job, you knew not to expect congratulations from her.

“Perform routine checks every fifteen minutes,” she instructed. “Light, sound, refreshments, staff—we need full stock at all times.”

“Yes, ma’am,” you replied.

It was only then that Pryce stopped and looked at you up and down.

“Where did you get a gown like that?” She questioned. “You look like a guest.” “It just happened to be lying around,” you answered. No way were you about to tell her it was a gift from Thrawn.

“Yes, well, good on you for matching the event’s elegance,” Pryce said. “I shall leave you to your duties. I need to receive the guests at the door, but you’ll need to take them to their places.”

If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear Pryce had just complimented you in some way. Regardless, you obliged to her orders and powered up your datapad to view the seating charts, and soon enough, everyone began to arrive. You were grateful you’d chosen a comfortable pair of shoes for the night, otherwise your feet would have already been killing you from walking up and down the room taking everyone to their places. You were unaware of how much time had gone past, but it seemed like you’d successfully gotten almost everyone to their chairs. The next time you were at the entrance to receive your next guest, you glanced down at your datapad to get a clearer vision of how many seats were still empty.

You then looked up to find crimson eyes staring at you, and you were unable to control the smile that curved your lips. In turn, Thrawn’s gaze traced your entire silhouette, and the intoxicating scent of your perfume didn’t escape him. His faint smile held triumph; he was always pleased when his plans worked out according to his machination.

“May I lead you towards your seat?” You asked him.

He nodded and, to your surprise, Thrawn held out his arm bent at a right angle and offered it to you. You raised your eyebrows and looked at him, puzzled.

“A lady must never cross a ballroom such as this unescorted,” he said to you.

If you hadn’t been working that night, you already would have given out.

You obliged to Thrawn’s offer and linked your arm in his as you led him towards the long table at the top of the dance floor. It was hard to ignore the looks you were getting, and you were privy to the confusion in the eyes of many of the people who were looking your way, no doubt questioning themselves why such a lovely lady at the arm of the Grand Admiral was also clearly an employee. You were certain that if they hadn’t already seen you leading them to their spots with a datapad in your hands, you would have been mistaken for Thrawn’s plus one.

You reached the table and gestured at the middle seat, where Thrawn sat in all his regality. With a final nod of acknowledgement, you smiled at him and made your way back towards the entrance, aware of the fact that you swayed your hips slightly more than usual as you walked away.

Hours wore on. Your management of the event was spotless, and everything was on schedule. The food during dinner was warm, and no one was left waiting obscenely long for a refill of their drink. Speeches were made by the staff, including Pryce and Thrawn himself, talking not only about the supremacy of the Empire but also the great plans they had in mind for Lothal—but you’d already heard enough of that during the meeting the day before.

After dinner and all the formalities, the gathering turned more festive and people took to the dance floor to sway to the elegant string music. From that point on, the night also relaxed for you and the rest of the staff, as everyone was mostly just minding their own business. You stood at the corner of the room watching as everyone danced, and you couldn’t help but search for Thrawn with your gaze. A part of you hoped not to find him dancing with another lucky woman, but you shook the thought away. He wasn’t on the dance floor anyway.

In fact, you couldn’t spot him anywhere.

Your thoughts were interrupted when Pryce rushed to you, seemingly concerned.

“You need to get General Perkins some water, now,” she said.

You nodded and pulled your datapad out. “Getting a waiter on it now—”

“No,” Pryce interrupted. “No, the man is drunk out of his mind. I fear what he’ll do if he’s confronted by a waiter. You at least look the part of a partygoer.”

“O-okay,” you obliged.

“Hurry,” Pryce growled before walking off.

You partly understood the urgency; you didn’t want a drunk imperial on your hands either. You hurried over to the bar and filled two glasses with water and carried both on a tray with your data pad on the other hand. You tried to make your way around the dance floor, but everyone was gathered around the tables at the edges, and from afar, you noticed General Perkins already beginning to swoon in his seat, his eyes threatening to close as he laughed absently.

Yeah, no wonder Pryce had told you to hurry. The dance floor wasn’t as crowded anyway—you figured you had better chances going through it.

You came to regret your decision when, halfway across the dancefloor, another less than graceful Imperial general crashed into you. You managed to keep your balance and not fall, but your datapad was knocked out of your hand and slammed to the floor loudly. The water from both of the glasses splashed all over you, and the glasses shattered on the floor scandalously followed by the clanking of the silver tray after them.

Everyone around you took several steps back, leaving you exposed. The general who’d crashed into you disappeared without acknowledging you, and you were the sole center of embarrassment, feeling as the blood rushed to your face. You wanted to hide, but multiple pairs of eyes pierced into you, judging you, whispering amongst themselves words you didn’t even want to speculate.

Pryce rushed towards you and glanced at the scene before glaring straight into your soul.

“You’re fired,” she spat, and as she left, she gestured at two nearby waiters to clean up the mess.

Your chest heaved up and down as you processed what had just happened, and just as you were about to run away from the scene, you felt your hand being taken and an arm gripping swiftly at your waist. You gasped when Thrawn came into your view in front of you, holding you up despite what had just happened, and you could almost feel everyone’s soul leaving their body. Before Thrawn met your gaze, he looked over at the band and with a single nod instructed them to begin playing. When the music resumed, Thrawn’s gaze finally met yours, and he led you across the dance floor, spinning you and waltzing with you, becoming one with the music.

Your jaw dropped, and your eyes on him were dreamy. “Why are you doing this?”

He smiled at you, purposefully spinning the two of you more elaborately. “Dance, my darling. Dance.”

Exhaling all the tension in your chest, you smiled up at Thrawn and let him dance you away.

Around you, couples began to swarm to the dance floor once more minding the waiters cleaning up the shattered glass. In the second plane, you could hear the drunken general already making a mess, but that wasn’t your problem anymore now that Pryce had fired you. You simply let Thrawn lead the way, and when you weren’t dancing with him, you were at his side with your arm in his, holding a glass of champagne in your free hand that you never would have gotten as an assistant, and you actually found it in yourself to enjoy the evening.

When it was late, Thrawn led you outside to the courtyard. You both stopped and looked each other in the eyes—he towered over you, and you loved that. You smiled softly at him, eyes seemingly sparkling in the dark.

“Thank you for what you did back there,” you said.

Thrawn’s faint smile widened almost imperceptibly. “My pleasure.”

You looked down, blushing. “Thank you for the gown, too.”

Thrawn gave a low chuckle. “You look exquisite in it.”

A thought formed in the back of your mind at what he’d just said, and suddenly you found blood rushing between your legs at the idea of you being outside of the beautiful gown.

“Shall I take you home?” He asked you.

Your heart sank, but just as you were about to accept, you noticed Thrawn moving himself closer to you, his hand moving up to your cheek to gently brush your skin.

“Or perhaps… you would like to accompany me?” Thrawn suggested.

You knew you could say no, but every fiber of your body wanted to follow him wherever he could take you. Slowly, you nodded, desire already flooding your gaze, and the transition from the courtyard to his private quarters went by in a blur. You felt slightly out of touch when you stood in the opulent living room, unsure of what to do—you’d never done anything of the sort before. The place was absolutely beautiful, though, with a regal blue and silver color palette and a large window overlooking the entire Lothal skyline. The furniture inside was of the highest grade, and there were multiple paintings, crafts, and sculptures decorating the place. Not even in your wildest dreams did you picture yourself standing in a place like that, but regardless, there you were.

Thrawn gestured at the couch in front of an automatic fireplace that ignited when you sat, and he disappeared for a few moments only to return with two glasses of wine. He sat next to you, handing you your glass, setting his cup on the caf table as you took a sip from your cup. That was the best wine you’d ever tasted.

After a few moments in silence, Thrawn took your cup and placed it on the table next to his. His hands went up to cup your face where his fingertips could gently brush the hair growing out of the nape of your neck, and he leaned in to kiss your lips. You sighed into his touch and let him in. your hands brushed up his arms and past his shoulders, and your arms wrapped around his upper back. Part of you expected him to push forward and take you there on that couch, but you felt Thrawn standing and pulling you along with him, pausing his kiss to lead you across the room towards his chamber. The bedroom’s opulent aesthetic matched that of the living room, and when you both entered, you noticed Thrawn pressing a control on the walls that lowered a solid gray curtain over the large window and dimmed the lights.

It was then that your gaze fell on the large bed at the center of the room, causing you to whimper softly in anticipation. You heard Thrawn chuckle softly behind you as he approached you with his fingertips softly tracing up the sides of your arms, landing at your shoulders. He swept your hair away from your neck and you felt his breath fanning over your skin, flooding you with shivers in the best way possible.

“You are gorgeous,” Thrawn whispered before kissing you just below your ear. He trailed his kisses down towards your collarbone, stopping where the fabric of your gown began only to make his way back up. You sighed in pleasure as you relished in every tingling sensation left by his lips, and before long, you felt Thrawn’s fingers beginning to undo the zipper at the side of your gown.

You felt the fabric of your dress becoming loose on your body, and as Thrawn continued to lavish your skin, he carefully slipped the dress down your curves. Your body was now exposed, with the only item of fabric left on you being a delicate pair of panties. You turned around on the spot and faced him, watching as his eyes brushed through every inch of your body with hunger. His hands were now on your waist pulling you closer to him again, and he kissed your lips with a brighter fire than before. Your hands snaked up his chest and landed behind his neck, your fingertips playing with his skin just above the rim of his neckline. Thrawn looked handsome in his white uniform, but you wanted him to be naked too.

You wondered if he could read your mind, because as you continued to kiss, Thrawn undid the buttons of his blazer and he cast it aside, proceeding to remove the shirt that covered his skin. With a light moan, you let your hands roam free towards his trousers and undid the belt, button, and zipper, and soon enough, he’d lost all the clothing on his body. You felt his fingertips curling around your panties, spreading the fabric enough to pull it down and let it fall at your feet. His hands explored your curves before he led you towards the bed, letting you lie on your back and taking his place beside you, his broad frame hovering over you.

He kissed your lips again, and you sank into the mattress below as you felt your body shiver with his touch. Thrawn’s fingertips had found your inner thighs, tracing ever so softly and igniting your senses, prompting you to spread your legs nice and slow as he continued to tease the sensitive skin leading up between your legs. You felt your pulse come alive in your clit, aching for his touch, hoping he wouldn’t keep you waiting for so long. Thrawn had been such a gentleman ever since you’d met… surely he wouldn’t let you down when he’d already been doing so well.

Thrawn’s lips curved into a seductive smile, and finally, he traced a sole fingertip from your entrance and up your cunt, dragging the wetness over your sensitive flesh. You couldn’t help the ecstatic moan that left you, and Thrawn wasted no more time. With precision, he began to rub circles around your clit slowly, letting you feel everything. As your breath deepened, your body started squirming under him, a sight he welcomed with lust. His lips were on yours again, and you kissed him hungrily. Your pants became shorter with every moment that passed, already nearing your release.

But as much as Thrawn wanted you, he wouldn’t be impatient. He would take his time, do it right, the way he approached everything else. His fingers gave your clit a rest, making you whimper in the absence of his touch. Thrawn emerged from your lips and looked into your eyes as he took his fingers down and placed them at your entrance, sliding one slender, long finger inside you and curling it, pressing your sweetest spot. Pleasure instantly flooded your senses, and you felt as if you’d just had a secret revealed to you of the magnitude of the universe itself.

No one had ever made you feel that way.

You grind your hips against his hand, aching for more friction, and Thrawn obliged. The pace with which he fingered you increased just slightly, applying more pressure to set your mind ablaze, and the rest of his hand pressed slightly on your clit, giving you some very welcome sensations on the pearl of nerves. Your tiny whimpers escalated in pitch and in frequency the closer you got, with your hands gripping his hair behind his head, until soon you felt yourself tightening around his finger and your body quivering. Your whimpers became uncontrollable moans, each filled with burning ecstasy. Your head pressed back onto the pillow, and as your body shook, you felt your wetness dripping out between your legs as you rode out your orgasm, never wanting it to stop.

Before you were overstimulated, Thrawn retrieved his hand and pulled you towards him. Now he was lying on his back and you were sitting on the bed, panting to catch your breath. He pulled you closer, prompting you to get on top of him, and you stopped only momentarily to gasp at his erection, long and hard and ready for you. You placed your hands firmly on his muscular chest, steadying yourself, and you opened your legs and shimmied down until you felt his tip at your entrance.

A short moan escaped Thrawn when you slid yourself down on him. You were slow, taking in every moment you could as he stretched you out inside, painful and beautiful all at once. His length was fully inside you, and with a firm grip on your hips, Thrawn thrust up and down, beginning at a slow, luxurious pace. You threw your head back, moaning, then looked down to bask in the sight of his muscular build clenching and relaxing with his movements. You bent over and let your lips kiss whatever spot of Thrawn’s skin was in reach, and the new position gave you a mind-blowing angle for his length to lavish your inner walls, brushing past the spots he’d already left so sensitive from your previous orgasm. Thrawn’s pace quickened, nuzzling your face so that your lips could find his, and locked in a kiss, you continued basking in the bliss.

His hands then firmly grasped your ass and he turned you over on the bed, now on top of you. While Thrawn’s pace had initially been that of a gentleman, slow and at your service, you could tell he’d decided to let go of any bars holding him. His hips hammered into you faster, his teeth baring in a hungry grimace as a single low growl escaped him, and in return, you whimpered delicately as you let him have his way with you. Thrawn was moving faster than you ever could have thought possible for any man, but even that thought would be erased from your mind when you saw white. Your long, ecstatic moans filled the entirety of his quarters when your walls clenched around his girth and your body quaked underneath him, with his name and his rank escaping you loosely before those words became nothing but helpless little whines.

As Thrawn felt himself approaching his release, he lowered himself down on you to kiss your lips. You whimpered into him just as your second orgasm had died down, escalating obscenely quickly into a third one, the sensations peaking when your orgasm blended with his and you felt him release inside you before he relaxed his body on top of you.

After such an endeavor, you had no headspace left for anything but lying there beside him. You heard Thrawn whisper a few words to you, but you couldn’t make sense of any of what he said. The last thing you could register as you curled up on your side was the feeling of a blanket being draped over you and a pair of lips softly pressing a kiss to your forehead, and after that, you were done for the night.

Your sleep was dreamless, and when you woke up the morning after, you didn’t see Thrawn beside you. As you sat up, you felt a beautiful lingering soreness between your legs, and you couldn’t help but giggle to yourself as you remembered the events of the previous night, not just your time alone with Thrawn, but everything that led up to it. The curtain had been lifted from the window, and you saw outside that the sun was well up in the sky, and yet, you didn’t have a worry in the world.

You got out of the bed with the blanket wrapped around your body, and on the nightstand, you noticed a tray with a piece of bread, a glass of juice, and a tiny vase with a single red rose on it. You grinned brightly and felt your cheeks getting hot, and you reached for the little parchment that rested beside the plate of bread, smiling as you read the fine calligraphy.

Have a beautiful day. See you tonight.

You lay on the bed again, smiling with a dreamy sigh and holding the parchment in your hand as you let your mind wonder what you’d do with your newfound time and freedom until the night came and you could see your lover again.

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[thenewausten]

loved ur rejection angst ficc!! what about a fic where the roles are inverted? like its reader rejecting alex :) ?

Thank you! Thanks for the request!

"I can't right now." A Quackity Imagine.

Alex was in love. Oh, he was so in love. He would get lost in your eyes every damn time he'd look at you. His heart would beat faster than anything when you touched him, when you kissed his forehead, when you'd laugh about his stupid jokes... He was so in love it would hurt, but you... You were trying to move on from your stupid ex. Alex thought sometimes that, maybe, he'd have a chance with you.

"That's the day! Gonna say to Y/N that I love her." He says to the mirror and to his friend, Noah (most known as Foolish). "Dude, are you sure?!" He asks. "You said I should confess my love and now are you asking if I'm sure?! Really?!"

"Sorry, man. I just, like, yeah, you should, but... Are you sure?!"

"I'm not. But I have to have courage enough to tell a girl that I love her." Alex says and sighs. "Well, I'll do it." Foolish nods and gets up. "Well, fine. Good luck, dude! The worst that you can receive is a "ew, no.", you know?!"

"Thank you, it helps me so much." Alex is ironic and Noah laughs. "Well, bye." He lefts Alex's apartment. "What a great friend." The boy whispers.

"Heyy." You say to Alex as soon as you see him, the boy smiles to you and hugs you by the waist. "Hey, you look beautiful." He says and you smile. "Thank you, Alex!"

The boy took you to a fancy restaurant, he didn't say the reason, but you might knew it. Alex was acting more... Romantic with you in the past months, you thought he just wanted to make you feel better, but sometimes you'd see him watching you with shiny eyes.

You loved him. Of course, he was your best friend, but... Only your best friend, you know?! You never saw him in any other way.

"Y/N?" He calls you and you smile. "Yeah?!" You look at him with a smile. "What do you want to order?!" He asks you.

"Do you like me?!" You ask him right after, and Alex looks at you with confused eyes. "W-What? I... Wh... Who told you that?!"

"It's obvious, Alex. All the flowers, the fancy restaurants, the touches and glances... I'm not stupid, you know?!" You say, a little upset. You didn't even know why you were upset, but you just... You were passing through a lot of problems and Alex decided to like you?!? "I'm in love with you." He says. Oh, great. He decided to fall in love with you while your world is upside down!

"Alex, I... I don't like you back and I can't believe you made this mistake! I'm your best friend! And I'm passing through a lot of shit right fuckin' now, how can you even think about falling in..."

"I don't think, it's not a rational decision, Y/N, and you know it very well, right?! Because you still love your ex even with all the mistakes he..."

"Oh, shut up about my fuckin' ex! You don't understand, you never dated someone!" You cut him off and he looks at you with sadness in his eyes. "I just said I was in love with you and you say I don't understand the feeling?!"

"Are you sure that you're in love with me, Alex?!" You ask him. "Oh my God, of course I'm! Jesus, Y/N." He says, upset. "I can't believe you're saying all this shit to me, I swear, it's unbelievable."

"I... Alex, no, I don't want you loving me this way, okay? I just can't deal with this information right now!" You say, Alex gets up from his chair and starts to walk to the exit of the fuckin' fancy restaurant. You get up and follow him through the door. "Alex!" You yell his name when you reach him at the parking lot. "Go away, I don't want to talk with you right now!" You hear his broken voice and you know he's crying even when he's not looking at you. "I'm sorry, Alex! I can't love you this way! Not right now!"

"Whatever, Y/N!" He yells at you. "I'm sorry for falling in love with you, I didn't mean to. That's what you want to listen to, uh?!"

"You're being such a selfish person, Alex!" You yell back and he laughs. "And you're being an asshole, Y/N." He turns around to face you and you can notice his red eyes.

"Fuck you! It's not my fault I don't find you interesting enough to fall in love with." You say and the impact of what you just said made Alex back off a little. The pain in his eyes just made you realise how mean you were being with him.

"Alex, I didn't mean it. I swear, I'm sorry." You try to approach him, but he backs off again. "Just... Go, please! I don't want to see your face anymore."

"Alex, I swear.."

"Leave!" He yells and you turn around to leave the parking lot, knowing you lost your best friend, the only person that was with you while you were passing through all of this.

Alex watched you walk away and start to sob. It was worse than he thought it'd be.

You broke his heart.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy the writing! :)

Requests are open!

#quackity #qsmp #qsmp brazil #quackity imagines #qsmp brasil #quackity x reader #alex quackity #quackity imagine #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #quackity fanfic #quackityhq #quackity fluff #quackity headcannons #quackity angst

[hunieday]

Iori, Yuki, Touma 2024 Shuffle talk RabbiTV Episode 2

Episode 1 - Episode 2 - Episode 3

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Izumi Iori: This area in particular seems to have a lot of restaurants, especially on Yongkang Street. 

Inumaru Touma: It smells so delicious...!

Yuki: Oh, there's also a bubble tea shop.

Izumi Iori: That’s true. I heard that Re:vale called for a bubble tea wagon on location before.

Yuki: We sure did. Momo was really into the sticky texture.

Inumaru Touma: Wow! Tapioca as a gift sounds great! I’m sure Haru and Mina would be thrilled, Tora might even find it intriguing!

Yuki: It was a fun little party. I'll bring you one again when ŹOOĻ’s around next time.

Inumaru Touma: Really...!? Thank you so much! Everyone will be so happy!

Yuki: Wanna try the local authentic one for now?

Inumaru Touma: Oh... no, I think I'll wait to drink it with everyone...!

Yuki: Haha, got it. ...But I'm a little hungry. Since we're here, why don’t we grab something to eat while we ask around?

Izumi Iori: In that case, there's something perfect for us right now.

Inumaru Touma: Huh, really!? What is it?

Izumi Iori: Over there, chilled pineapple.

Inumaru Touma & Yuki: Chilled pineapple!

Yuki: I want some, I want some really bad. I just remembered that my body’s craving something cold.

Pineapple Vendor: Hey, big brothers over there! Cold, sweet and delicious pineapples, come eat, come eat!

Inumaru Touma: Wow, his Japanese is really good! The colors are vibrant and they look so juicy and tasty...!

Izumi Iori: This seems like the perfect snack to cool down with, considering Yuki-san's condition. 

Yuki: Excellent. Then please give us three, uncle.

Pineapple Vendor: My pleasure!

Inumaru Touma: Thanks, uncle! ...Sorry for letting you treat us, Yuki-san...!

Izumi Iori: Thank you very much, senpai.

Yuki: I can only feel like a real senpai when it’s stuff like this ...Alright, let's dig in.

Yuki: Wow, it’s delicious. It's partially frozen.

Izumi Iori: It's very sweet...!

Inumaru Touma: Oh man. I could easily eat three more.

Pineapple Vendor: Our pineapples are the best! And you guys are handsome and awesome!

Inumaru Touma: Haha! Thanks! We're Japanese idols!

Pineapple Vendor: Idols!? Amazing! Show me your idol side!

Yuki: Thanks for the amazing pineapple, uncle. *winks*

Pineapple Vendor: Oh! So handsome! I became your fan!

Yuki: Thank you. We're Re:vale. Please support us from Taipei.

Inumaru Touma: Wow, he gained a bunch of fans in a second...

Izumi Iori: As expected of Re:vale's Yuki-san...

Yuki: Don't you guys wanna gain fans in Taipei too?

Inumaru Touma: Y-Yeah...! I want ŹOOĻ fans too!

Inumaru Touma: Um... thank you for talking to us! We’ll never forget the taste of the pineapple! Bang!

Izumi Iori: ...We'll take your heart.

Izumi Iori: Uncle, please be as crazy about IDOLiSH7, the group I belong to, as I am about this pineapple. *Heart fingers*

Pineapple Vendor: Oh my! I'm already a fan of you guys!

Yuki: We're capturing the hearts of the locals. Seems like we've captured the fun of the trip too, we don’t have to do the mission now.

Inumaru Touma: W-we can’t do that...! Sir, do you know of any flower fields-… places with many flowers nearby!?

Izumi Iori: We heard that it's a popular tourist spot.

Pineapple Vendor: Flowers? There are hydrangeas over at Yángmíng shān (Yangming Mountains), it’s a popular tourist destination!

Izumi Iori: Hydrangeas... That's what they meant by flowers.

Pineapple Vendor: There's a pamphlet of the Yangming mountains over at the Taiwanese tea shop! It’s a store with a bear in its sign!

Yuki: They have a map.

Izumi Iori: Let's go to the shop with the bear sign!

Yuki: ...Ah, there it is. A shop with a huge bear sign.

Izumi Iori: I-I’m glad it's very easy to spot.

Inumaru Touma: Wow, smells really good here...! I'm curious about the pamphlet too, but I feel like buying something!

Yuki: Each of the tea packages has a picture of a bear on it.

Inumaru Touma: Haha! This sleeping bear is super chill! It even has a balloon sticking out of its nose!

Izumi Iori: How cu-

Izumi Iori: What an unusual design. This might be well received as a souvenir.

Inumaru Touma: For sure! As expected of you, Izumi. You already put it in your basket ready to buy it!

Izumi Iori: Well, our group has a lot of people so I need to buy more souvenirs.

Yuki: I think I’ll buy a few as well...Oh, this bear over here has hydrangeas.

Tea Shop Attendant: Welcome! That's sweet tea. Only available this time of year!

Yuki: Limited edition. I'll buy it.

Inumaru Touma: Impromptu decision!

Yuki: The fact that you can only get it now makes it more enticing, doesn't it?

Inumaru Touma: Now that you mention it... I want one...! I'll buy one too!

Tea Shop Attendant: Thank you!

Izumi Iori: ...We almost forgot the original purpose of our visit. We were told there's a pamphlet for Yángmíng shān here. May we have one?

Tea Shop Attendant: We do! Here you go!

Yuki: Wow, the cover is a field of hydrangeas. They look like a carpet.

Inumaru Touma: Then this must be the location for the mission...!?

Izumi Iori: The mode of transportation is... a bus.

Yuki: A bus? Yay.

Tea Shop Attendant: The hydrangeas are beautiful! Enjoy Yángmíng shān!

Inumaru Touma & Yuki & Izumi Iori: We're off!

End of Episode 2.

#idolish7 #i7 #ainana #idolish7 translation #izumi iori #yuki re:vale #orikasa yukito #inumaru touma #shuffle talk #shuffle talk 2024 #rabbitv

[bigfatbimbo]

ellie. ellie oh my god. i forgot u wrote for arcane and now im absolutely TWEAKING trying to restrain myself from absolutely spamming ur inbox but. oh m y g o d. this is like the best news ever bc i like JUST watched arcane and im like 3/4 through. ANYWAYS onto me yapping !!!! most of this is ab sevika bc.... hehehdhdhddhehshshsshsheh pls shes so fine

ok smutty yapping first

ALRIGHT STARTING OFF STRONG but soft domminh sevika. she does NOT seem like the type of person to relinquish control easily, however i feel like with the right persuasion she would let her guard down and let you treat her nice. she seems to be pretty prideful and self assertive, even a bit aggressive, so i genuinely think she'd LOVE to be pampered and overstimulated. sevika would be PISSED if u tried to edge her or mock her during sex but once she's overstimulated enough and if she trusts you enogh??? urgrhhrrggr i just feel like she'd get so bossy and bratty. she'd complain that you're going to slow when you're eating her out and would taunt u SO MUCH about how pathetic it was that you were worshipping her... she def needs some tough love

REVERSE SIZE KINK W SEVIKA. I GENUINELY CANNOT GET THIS THOUGHT OUT OF MY MIND I AM LITERALLY 5,2 AND SHE COULD SPLIT ME IN HALF BUT SHED ABSOLUTELY GET OFF TO SOMEONE MUCH PHYSICALLY WEAKER THAN HER BEING DONINANT AND TAKING CONTROL. she would NOT admit it tho

anyways!!!! onto other ppl!!!!!

vi has a voice kink and would absolutely neeeeed to hear you, especially when she's cumming. she lovessss when you talk her through her orgasm, and even though she acts tough, she loves being praised and treated gently :((((

i also think she would be really into praising you, even when she's subbing she would always be telling you juussst how good your making her feel

viktor is a hardcore sub i said what i said this man could not dom if his life depended on it he is the male version of a pillow princess who needs to be taken care of i will die on this hill

he has the raspiest, whiniest moans too i just KNOW IT. viktor also melts w praise and i think he's the type to fall into subspace VERY easily and be super pliant towards whatever you're up to. like he genuinely just melts in your hands like putty snd will pout if you stop touching him its lowkey adorable

ok i need to stop

fluffy yapping!!!!

JAYCE IS A WONDERFUL HUGGER I JUST KNOW IT. IDK HOW BUT I DO. he gives the softest, mosy welcoming hugs and he always rubs your back if hes hugging you :(((

jinx gives great song recommendations and is v thoughtful when it comes to music. she would def make playlists for her partner and excitedly show them off, explaining why she picked each song and its importance

jinx is the type to NOT be very clingy our touchy at all before she gets to know someone and is very touch disgusted at first, however once she trusts you she's the clingiest person EVER and her fav form of affection/pda is sitting in your lap or holding ur hand!!! speaking of, she swings her arm when she's holding hands w u side by side and its v cute (ooc? idk her sorry)

MEL IS A MORNING PERSON AND WOULD ABSOLUTELY MAKE HER PARTNER BREAKFAST IN THE MORNING!!! if ur also a morning person she would love to have a routine w you, and would always ask for "help" getting ready and getting dressed so she can make eye contact w u in the mirror while you fasten her necklaces and jewelry. if you aren't a morning person, she always kisses you before she leaves the house and leaves you breakfast with a note on the counter. sometimes she'll make u lunch too, and always cuts fruit into intricate shapes for you (she would pass the orange peel test)

ok ofc i have to say sum ab sevika (the loml) but URGRHRHRH she would be such a good listener i just know it and she'd give painfully honest and brutal yet GOOD advice. i also think she's v protective of her partner, but knows thei can handle themselves so she steps back, but if anyone gave them a hard time they'd suffer lmao 💀

ANWHAYSSSSS HOPE U ENJOYED MY MINDLESS YAPPING/HCS AND INSANITY‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

GODHSHAHHSHSHUSHSHD GOD JDJDHSHHS IM LITERALLY FUFCKING OH MY GOD. I literally love Arcane so much this makes me infinitely happy. I know my arcane related posts never get as many likes but… shut the fuck up.

OH MY GODDDDD SEVIKA!!!?????

absolutely tweaking out at the idea of her being a sub.

Like oh my god you’re so right, she’d be so bossy. She would egg you on so hard, like “Is that the best you can do?” “I can take more of that, you know.” “Are you always this slow?”

But she’d struggle to keep up her complaints when your fingers work faster in her and you hit her at just the right spot.

Reassuring her thats it’s okay to let her guard down???? She’s biting back moans and trying to keep her cool.

AHHSJSHS THE REVERSE SIZE KINK??!!?!? Absolutely. Like letting you push her onto the bed as if she would have even budged if she didn’t trust you enough.

OH AND VI AND A VOICE KINK? She needs to know you’re there, like fully. She didn’t have anyone in prison, and just reassuring her that you’re with her and it’s alright because she’s doing so good.

And she’s definitely praising in the bedroom, too or bottom. She’ll tell you she likes what your doing, and how good you are at it, if she’s domming or not.

VIKTOR IS A SUB. THAT MAN IS A SUB. Like fully not lifting a finger in bed just taking what you give him while whining and moaning for more.

AND THE FLUFF IFMFJJDHDBE

Jayce is absolutely a great hugger like he is THE MAN. He’s literally such a teddy bear when you need a hug, just bury yourself in his arms.

Jinx would be soooooooo clingy in a relationship too with someone she trusts. Like she’s the type to just randomly sit on your lap too if you’re not giving her enough attention. And she’d be all over you 24/7, very touchy.

Always on your arm or leaning on your shoulder or playing with your hair or tracing up and down your arms.

If she trusts you enough, she’d literally need you too sleep at night, too.

(She’s my favorite by the way)

And SO IS MEL!! AN UNDERRATED FAV!!!!!!

She’d be such a morning person, it’d almost be annoying at how coherent she is in the earliest parts of day.

But then you smell delicious breakfast wafting down and you’d be very grateful. She makes your favorite every once in a while, seriously pampering you omg.

Also yes, omf she’d absolutely ask you for help with getting ready and whatnot. Zipping up the back of her dress for her, clasping her necklace, maybe planting a kiss there too.

Overall princess treatment for her because she is a QUEEN.

Ending things with Sevika my baby girl because YOUR SO RIGHT. her listening skills would be off the charts. Like imagine sitting on her lap and playing with her hair while yapping about your day.

She’s all ears. In fact she’s so quiet and concentrated that you wonder if she’s even listening. But she chimes in with a brutally honest remark every now and again.

#arcane x reader #arcane smut #arcane x you #vi x reader #jinx x reader #mel x reader #sevika x reader #dom reader #hazbin hotel

[stuckinapril]

One day I’ll go through med school and then I’ll go through residency and then I’ll go through a fellowship and then I’ll be the most crybaby neurosurgeon you could think of. Bursting into tears if I so much as graze ur hypothalamus with my forceps

#Yesterday I shadowed a neurologist for the first time and basically we got done seeing a patient who’s also a heart surgeon #And I turned to the doctor and was like Ok what do we do #The thing is this patient has dementia and we don’t really have a cure for that yet so the study he’s enrolling in is largely observational #Still I expected her to follow up on him in much more frequent increments #Instead this woman goes “we’ll see him in 6-9 months but… not even sure if he’ll be here by then sooo” #Basically implying he might be dead in a year #AND I WAS LIKE. Blown away by how blase she was #And ever since then a fiendish sort of melancholy followed me everywhere I went . #Bc I haven’t stopped thinking about the heart surgeon #I don’t get how she can stop thinking about him #I don’t understand people who can stop thinking about something like that #I know neurologists like her have seen patients come and go many a time but I was disturbed #So I made a pact w myself never to lose my humanity. Half of why I’m so into medicine is bc of its humane aspects #And in 10 years I’ll look back at this and hopefully still be just as annoyingly sensitive as I am today #I think I’m just overall disillusioned w how little humanity some people seem to have but that doesn’t mean I have to be that way too #p

[humanmorph]

"This is a message to you, who listens. You must trust me, because we are friends. You just don't know it yet. "

(The Road to PARTIZAN 05 : Ech0 & dusk to midnight)

currently halfway through PARTIZAN (making my way towards palisade extremely slowly. see u guys there in a month or two) & this is to date my favourite intro Austin has done. what an great introduction to an extremely cool character

#Partizan #road to partizan #friends at the table #fatt #gur sevraq #ive been wanting to draw something for that intro ever since i first heard it but i didnt. even know who gur sevraq was at that point. #but its been On My Mind #rosa art #im fairly happy with this i had a lot of fun coming up w the composition. it felt like a puzzle bc i knew what i wanted... #the lineless artstyle is something ive been trying out more and it doesnt come easy but it is fun. (so many layers.....) #you can zoom in for details because. ofthe person i am i always have to add little lines everywhere #well i usually write kind of a lot in the tags but ive been drawing for 5 hours nonstop. my brains kind of wiped. #i havent taken my walk yet so. i will now do that #...usually id listen to more partizan but millenium break is. literally not relaxing and i need to chill a bit #might put on the new bluff. #oh one more thing every time i relisten to that intro i do a little ME? gesture i hear that first line. its fun to me #edit: ok i moved the text slightly it was bothering me ! #probably noone else will notice.

[vampiricsheep]

Don't think I've seen this question make the rounds before, so:

Do any of your OCs hunt/fish/trap? Who taught them, and why do they do it? Do they have preferred gear or quarry?

#question brought to you by hunting coming up in all my classes simultaneously and bringing it back to mind #fishing is in here bc it ends up in these irl convos but I suppose it does feel like a gimme after gw2 added it #(and it's popularity as a minigame in many games as well) #but here I'll go first. my ex mordrem Merlin fur-traps in the shiverpeaks for income #he'll eat the meat of what he catches and splits w/ his nightmare hound (do u think fern/nm hounds can swallow bird bones? much 2 think abt #less wasteful and lessens what he has to pack when camping out in remote places for long periods of time #he was a deadshot with a bow as a young sprout but mordremoth got him early and uh. well that bow ended up integrating with his arm #which is why he's missing his right :) that's a story in and of itself though #but yeah so no bow-hunting or any marksmanship really #though he can throw an axe pretty well if needed #alright I have others but it's bedtime and this is a tag novella already #gw2 #<- will it even find its way into the tag? who can say LOL anyways gnite! or good morning!

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PALLA GRANDE - charred saints

Saint Deja takes the stage

skeletal sculpting done by nikifor aka zdisław inspired by the catacomb saints

#vtm #vampire the masquerade #charred saints #clan hecata #deja #*23 #mine #outfit design #art #palla grande #im kicking my feet giggling i voted for this and i was sooo excited. dejas a hecata w/ decay bane btw so she's not actually that skeletal #nikifor did some fleshcrafting for her 'on the house' bc they're long time friends. they both appreciate... fashion. the arts. bodies. #inspiration for this also kinda came from st lucia!! she's like the only saint thats even remotely celebrated here bc she's a lightbringer #GODDD i havent done proper outfit designing in ages i missed youuuuu... u cant see all the details in these tho like the shoes but. eh #maybe i'll do like a proper ref sheet type of thing but its like. what would i even use it for. #tho idk what i was smoking when i decided to make this outfit 90% sheer. as if that isn't one of the most difficult things to paint. #i have a few other designs for other sabbat/sabbat adjacent ocs too so... we'll see how many i end up making lol

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wooooooow naruto thanked him :) maybe naruto doesn't hate him. maybe.

maybe theyre even.

😳 friends

#my art #naruto #sai #sai yamanaka #naruto uzumaki #hbd sai #this is abt shippuden ep 197 or 198 #this moment means a lot to me as a fan of sai bc its kind of the first time that naruto extends sai an olive branch or like. #even implies he likes having sai around #and it happens right after sai stopped the cloud nin from beating naruto 2 death 4 real #and then got really frustrated at naruto for continuing 2 protect sasuke despite how much sasuke was hurting naruto and sakura #and naruto told sai to shut up LMFAO #but like immediately after that despite sai insisting that sakura would be better at managing the wounds naruto has sai do it #and thanks him #and maybe naruto was just thinking about how mad sakura would get or something else #but u can tell it really meant a lot to sai...and the episodes after this he gets a little obsessed w/ making sure naruto is okay #u can tell the whole time hes thinking ''sasuke is a Fucking idiot. if naruto and sakura cared abt me half as much as they care about him-' #''-i would never betray them. i would never hurt them like that.'' hes like so jealous of sasuke #to be fair to sasuke. sai would have no way to comprehend the loss of the uchiha clan massacre or itachis torments but like #ough. these episodes r great for sai fans. hes trying his best and he Does Not Know What Hes Doing #this isnt intended as shippy (very little of my stuff is. as always) but just sai being Intense abt his first real friendship #i think he's obsessed with naruto because naruto is so...up front. he doesn't often give fake smiles #and when he does hes not doing it to be polite but to avoid hurting other people. i think sai is drawn to him like a moth to a flame