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“Are You Listening?”

Part Three: “Bad Idea”

Characters: Rio x Black!Reader.

Summary: It’s part three…expect the unexpected.

Warnings: Profanity, angst, fluff, drinking, and drama.

Word Count: 5,900+.

A/N: I just wanted to thank my lovelies again for showing this story so much love. I had no idea people would love it this much. Thank you for all the sweet, hilarious comments and asks💓. Enjoy the chaos😂😏😈.

"Are You Listening?" - The Playlist:

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Part One Here.

Part Two Here.

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Dark clouds filled the evening sky as a drizzle fell against your windshield. Your thoughts were adrift as you fought to make a proper decision. There were only two choices. Accept the offer and hope for a positive outcome, or leave immediately. The loud vibration of your phone halted your decision-making. Sucking in a shaky breath, you accepted the call. It was your best friend. The word hello barely left your lips as she began firing off questions.

“Did you make it to your destination safely? Are you sure it’s smart to be around him right now? Should you trust him?”

You cut your friend off.

“Sis, calm down. Let me answer at least one of your questions.”

“Seriously though, Y/N. How did he find you?”

“He didn’t find me, per se. We’re just in the same state, city, and establishment. Ironic as it may seem.”

“That’s just a little too coincidental for my liking. Look, just be careful and keep your guard up dealing with him. Y/N, you’ve got enough shit going on. There’s no need to fan the flames. Your situation is bad enough. Accept his offer but keep your head on a swivel. Now, take your ass inside that building. Call me once you’ve settled for the night. Do you need money, sis?”

“How’d you know I’m sitting in the car? Yes, I’m good on cash. I withdrew half of our joint account before I left town. I should’ve emptied the account and made his damn pockets hurt.”

“It’s my job to know. You’re my best friend. I agree you should’ve drained that account, girl.”

You inhaled, attempting to calm your nerves, “alright. I’m going in. I’ll call you later with an update. Love you, sis.”

Even after ending the call, you spent a few more minutes in the driver's seat of your vehicle.

Oh, fuck this. Let me just see where it goes. It’s been years since I’ve been here. It wouldn’t hurt to accept the help of a familiar face.

Exiting the car, you enabled the lock as you walked towards the luxurious hotel lobby. Halfway across the threshold, you felt his presence to your left.

“I was starting to think you had changed your mind. It was as if I could see the thoughts racing through your pretty little head from the lobby window, sweetheart. I’m glad you decided to accept my assistance.”

“I’m not sure I’ve decided to do so. Listen, I appreciate the hotel recommendation, but don’t you think it’s odd, maybe even inappropriate?”

“Why’s that? Are you afraid that I’ll inform your husband of your whereabouts?”

“Cut the shit. Why are you being so helpful? What’s the real motive here?”

“Listen, believe it or not, we’re family. Just because you’re mad at Rio doesn’t mean I should just leave you out here all alone. I don’t plan on telling him I saw you. There are no plans to notify him of your location. I’m securing a place for you to stay because I wouldn’t feel right leaving you to sort everything out alone. I have no idea why you’ve left my dumbass cousin. The fact that you packed your bags and just left suggests it’s serious. I won’t pry. Tell me or don’t, but I will secure and pay for your entire stay here. No arguments.”

“If Christopher finds out you’re helping me stay away from him, he’ll explode. The two of you already have a strenuous relationship.”

“If he finds out. Then he’ll just have to get over it. I honestly don’t give a damn, darlin’.”

“What are you even doing in California, Nick?”

“I’m here on business.”

“What kind of business?”

“I’ll answer that once you explain why you left your husband. What exactly did my cousin do, sweetheart?”

Rolling your eyes at Nick, you walked over to the hotel clerk. She greeted you with a warm welcome, offering you help. Giving her your last name, she informed you that you were staying in the penthouse. About to object and ask for something smaller and less expensive, Nick interjected.

“It’s already been taken care of, cousin.”

Your head snapped in his direction with an incredulous expression.

“Are you out of your mind? No, on second thought, you're not paying for my stay here. I’m not letting you put me in a penthouse and allow people to think I’m your whore. Do you have any idea how that will look, Nick? Are you crazy? You must want Christopher to kill both of us. No wonder you two don’t get along. You love pushing his buttons. The whole damn family’s crazy.”

“Are you finished with your little tirade?”

“I see that you’re also a sarcastic asshole like Christopher.”

“Did you miss the point where I had no intentions of Rio finding out? Just take the room, and enjoy the luxury. I’m sure my cousin has been putting you up in the nicest of places since the day he laid eyes on you.”

“I’m starting to feel like you’re implying I’m a gold digger. Tread lightly. I’d hate to have to kick you in the nuts. Now do us both a solid and change the damn room. Be glad that I’m accepting your help, to begin with.”

“I think it’s best if you know something. I'm just as pushy and controlling as your old man, sweetheart. We both know I’m helping and paying, no matter what you say.”

“Switch. The. Damn. Room,” you growled.

“Fine. Jesus, you’re just as stubborn as your husband.”

“That offer to kick you in the balls still stands. Please stop tempting me.”

“I have a business meeting here at the hotel. I made arrangements for my associate to stay here for a few days. He’s a man of luxury. I’ll switch the rooms for the two of you.”

“Yes, do that, Nick.”

“I’ve got to admit I enjoy hearing you say my name.”

You had grown tired of his antics and landed a sharp jab on his chest.

“One more inappropriate comment and I’ll leave to figure things out myself. I don’t know what you think is happening between Christopher and me, but we are married.”

Not for long, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“Even if I were single, I wouldn’t give you a second glance, honey. Please do not fool yourself.”

“Why is that? Am I not rough enough around the edges, like your hubby?”

“You honestly want to know?’

Nick shrugged his shoulders as if to say, “sure, why not?”

“You’re overly arrogant, and your sense of entitlement is ridiculous.”

He started to interject, but you pressed on.

“I’m no fool, Nick. Deep down inside, you’re hoping that somehow, some way, Rio finds out. I see you. You’ve been sparring with my husband his entire life. You’ve spent your life trying to prove that you are the bigger, better man than Rio. What’s the difference between you two? Nick, you’ve spent your entire existence having everything handed to you. All while my husband did the heavy lifting, grunt work, and the bids. Or have you forgotten about that? Rio earned his empire. He got it out the mud. You just sat and watched, sticking your hand out to take a chunk when it was all said and done. While Rio can be arrogant, it’s warranted. He can talk his shit and back it up.”

Although I’m pissed to the highest level and treading the waters of divorce, I’ll be damned if he sits here and insults everything Rio has worked hard to accomplish.

“Do not flatter yourself. You’re nowhere near half the man my husband is.”

Even if he is a cheating ass bitch.

“Such a beautiful, passionate rebuttal, and yet you’re here. With me, might I add, after walking out on mi primo. Let’s just call a truce. I’ll try not to flirt with you, but I won’t lie and say my cousin doesn’t have good taste,” he teased.

I just insulted him, and he’s still thirsty. Lord, help me.

“For the love of God, Nick!”

“Okay, I’ll back off. Now let’s get you settled into your room, shall we? I’ll accompany you back to your car. Carry your bags up to your room,” he responded, throwing his hands up in surrender.

With squared shoulders, you lifted your chin into the air.

“That won’t be necessary. Don’t you have a meeting to get to?”

“Why do I feel you’re trying to get away from me? Are my good looks too much of a temptation for you?”

“Boy, stop! Don’t nobody want your shallow, overconfident, big-headed ass.”

“You’re so mean, mama.”

Did this motherfu-I know he didn’t just say that! Now he’s pushing it!

Moving closer, you crowded his space. The smirk dancing along the corners of his lips proved he knew the nickname he used was out of line and disrespectful. You looked around. Making sure he’d be the only one to hear what you had to say. Through clenched teeth, your words dripped with venom.

“So long as we both have breath in our bodies, don’t you ever make the mistake of calling me that again. Please do not get it confused or twisted. Rio did not marry a weak bitch. Call me that again. I’ll do Rio a solid and spray you full of bullets myself.”

“Aww, why not, sweetheart? Does it make you miss hubby?”

“Keep playing with me, Nick. It won’t be funny to you when I want to laugh too. I’m over this conversation. Thank you for the room. Now, leave me alone. Go make yourself someone else’s problem.”

“Fine. I’ll come by and check on you later, prima.”

“No, you will not. Goodbye, Nick.”

If Christopher finds out about this, he will lose the little sense he has left. Wait, why do I even care? It’s fuck him from here on out.

“I Gave You More Than You Wanted. I Gave You More Than You Needed. So Tell Me, How Does It Feel To Lose The One You Believe In?”

-Chloë.

The suite turned out to be very spacious and elegant. Much better than the cramped room you had stayed in the night before. You trudge through the doorway of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. It hadn’t taken long for you to unpack and settle in. Fresh out of a hot shower, you mope to the bed and fling yourself backward. Thoughts race through your head. You hadn’t taken the time to soak in everything. You were too busy trying to run from the situation at hand. Yes, there had been many crying sessions and stewing in anger. Now that you were in another state and settled, it hit you.

Did I just walk away from everything I’ve known for the last four years? The one person I trusted with my heart. My soul. He ripped it out and stepped on it. The audacity. The unmitigated gall to play with my love and emotions. Did he? Rio did that shit, right? How can he possibly have a reasonable explanation?

“You Never Miss A Good Thing ‘Til It Leaves You. And Finally, I Relaize That I Need You. I Want You Back. Baby Girl, I Need You Back. Gotta Have You Back, Babe.”

-Usher.

Just as the tears started to roll down your face, a call came through. You huffed, tapping the ignore button. Seconds later, it started again. The call went unanswered a second time, and a text came through.

It’s me. Please answer your phone.

The phone lit up once more. With a heavy sigh, you accepted the call.

“What do you want, Mick? I don’t want to talk to him, and he knows that.”

“Since you won’t communicate with him. I’m in charge of finding out if you’re okay. I’d personally like to know myself. You good boss lady?”

“Mentally and emotionally, we both know the answer is no. Physically? I’m breathing and somewhat eating. That’s the best I can give you. I appreciate you checking on me. As for your boss? He can go fuck himself. Goodbye, Mick.”

“Hold up, boss lady. I need to see it for myself.”

Mick sent a FaceTime request. With an irritated sigh, you angle the camera so he’d only see your face and a white wall. You begrudgingly accepted the call.

“See. Just fine.”

He frowned as he looked at your red puffy eyes. Mick could tell you hadn’t been sleeping much.

“Yes, I’m aware my eyes are puffy. I’ll be fine. Bye, Mick.”

Mick was about to plead with you to come home, but his face vanished from the screen. Your eyes sparked with resentment and anger as Rio appeared.

“Mama…”

“What part of I don’t want to speak to you don’t you comprehend,” you spat.

“Can you just fuckin’ listen to me?”

“You suddenly have so much to say! That’s because you no longer have me sitting at home. I’m no longer playing my role as your stupid little unsuspecting wife. No, not anymore. Stay the fuck away from me. Don’t call, don’t text me. Tell your boys to stop looking for me. There is nothing we need to discuss!” “Oh, I’ma keep calling and texting. Please, believe me. Mama, I will find you. You’re coming home; we gon’ work this shit out. Just let me explain everything. You’ll feel silly when it’s all said and done, darlin’.”

“You Didn’t Say It, But You Said It…”

-Chloë.

“Did you fuck that bitch, Rio?”

He looked at you with anger written on his face as his jaw flexed.

“That’s what the fuck I thought. Silence speaks volumes. Fuck out my face. Go find your whore and live a shitty life.”

“Ma-.”

You ended the FaceTime, not giving him another moment of your time.

I'm Going Out Of My Mind, And I'm Running Out Of Time. Oh, I Just Wish I Could Find You, Girl.

-Usher.

Rio stood there, rage coursing through his body. He gripped the phone in his hand tightly, “Fuck!”

“Anything I can do,” Mick questioned.

Rio took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. He handed Mick his phone.

“Let’s take a ride. Red better have a plan. If I don’t get my wife back soon, it’s game over for her.”

“You think she’s the reason behind this?”

“It doesn’t appear that she knows what’s going on. We both know that her innocent deer-in-headlights expression can sometimes be a facade.”

“You’re right about that.”

“We have to find her. I have to fix this. Real shit, man, I need her. I love that stubborn ass woman.”

“Then let’s handle business and get her back.”

“Loved You More Than Ever, More Than My Own Life. The Best Part Of Me I Gave You, And It Was Sacrificed.

-Beyoncé.

Still reeling from the conversation, you tossed your phone across the bed. Everything was just too much. You were overflowing with anger, sadness, and grief. The betrayal of it all had you drowning. A sorrowful cry spilled from your lips as you curled into a ball. You remained in that position, cradling your face until sleep consumed you.

Hours later, your eyes fluttered open. The sun had set, and your room darkened from nightfall. Your feet flung off the side of the bed as a headache throbbed in your temples. The rumbles coming from your stomach echoed throughout the room.

I haven’t had shit since this morning. This stupid ass man got me going through it. I need a damn drink.

You called the front desk to ask if room service was still available. To your surprise, the clerk recommended the hotel restaurant. She explained that both tables and bar space were available. You thanked her for the recommendation as you dug through your wardrobe.

Let me at least look presentable. I can’t be walking around this nice hotel looking bummy. If I play my cards right, I may find my next husband. Nope, scratch that. Fuck these cheating ass men.

Rio sat slumped in the passenger seat with Mick at the wheel. Leaning back on the headrest with his hood pulled up. Rio sat there as his mind kept going over everything. They pulled into the park, waiting for dingbat and her crew. Once they were in sight, Rio gave his boy a nod. Mick exited the car, exchanging duffle bags with Beth. She told him she would have the next one ready at the appointed time.

“Did you find a way to handle the situation we discussed the other day?”

Beth shook her head with pleading eyes. She promised to find a way to get to the bottom of it. Mick nodded in reply. As she started to leave, Mick halted everyone’s movements.

“Backseat now. We’re going for a ride.”

With a frightened look, Beth started walking toward the vehicle. Mick stopped her again.

“Not you. I’m talking to you half pint,” Mick ordered, pointing at Annie.

Annie’s eyes stretched wide as the three women gawked at him. With a devious smile, he taunted, “don’t worry, I’ll take real good care of her.”

Beth walked over to the passenger window and pounded on it. She took two steps back when Rio rolled down his window. The look he gave stole the breath from her lungs.

“Is there a problem, darlin’,” his question dripped with danger.

“I told you I would get you answers. I-I just need a little more time.”

“That’s cool, but you may want to watch your nephew for little sister. His mama’s going to kick it with Mick for a bit. Got a little side hustle for her.”

“I can do it.”

“Did I ask you to?” Rio snapped.

“Please keep her safe,” she whimpered.

“Get me that information. Baby sister will come back better than she left. Stay safe, Elizabeth. We don’t want anything bad happening to the little mama to be right? It’s not very responsible of you to be downing liquor bottles, don’t you think,” Rio questioned in a knowing tone.

Elizabeth looked at him with fear in her eyes.

“I notice everything, darlin’. We’re going to take a ride tomorrow. Just the two of us. Check on the little bambino.”

He rolled up his window before she could say anything else. They sped off, leaving Beth to explain everything to Ruby.

Not wanting to turn too many heads, you settled on a simple black dress. You figured it was appropriate, given that it matched your mood. The form-fitting bodycon paired well with the dark red heeled sandals and lipstick you sported. Checking that the room key was inside your handbag, you exited the room.

The hostess gave you a warm greeting. She granted your request for a seat at the bar. As you claimed your spot, the gentleman behind the bar asked for your drink of choice. His eyes had roamed your body from the minute you sat down. It hadn’t gone unnoticed. Prepared to answer his question with disinterest, someone stepped up next to you. Strong hands braced against the top of the bar. A silky baritone sounded, making your breath hitch.

Are you serious? Who else am I going to run into? This day is beyond me. Maybe it’s not him. I have to be trip-.

“She’ll have a whiskey sour. That’s what she used to drink whenever a frown touched that beautiful face.”

Yes. That would be the one and only.

You turned your head slowly to take in the familiar voice. His face was as beautiful as you had remembered it.

“Hello, mi amor. May I join you? I could use a drink myself.”

Confusion and shock danced across your face. You looked back and forth between the thirsty bartender and your long-lost friend. His eyes connected with yours as that handsome smile crept across his face. He signaled for the bartender to go ahead with the order. Taking the seat next to you, he chuckled at your expression.

“It’s nice to see you after all these years, querida. What brought you back here? Last I checked, you were happily in love. Are you and the husband here on business?”

Hearing him mention Rio snapped you out of it.

“Miguel,” you whispered.

His eyes crinkled as he gave you another beaming smile.

“It’s good to see you again. How have you been? Are you enjoying married life? What’s it been a year or two since the I Do’s?”

The smile that had occupied your lips for a moment faltered. Your eyes started to water as you looked away and faced the bar. Miguel’s hand covered yours gently.

“What is it, sweetheart? Tell me what’s bothering you.”

Just as you were about to answer him, a familiar pain in your ass sounded off behind the two of you.

“Yes, prima. I’d like to know what’s going on as well. Most importantly, how do you know my associate here,” Nick questioned.

Nick waited for an answer as he sat there looking smug. A knowing look crept onto his face as if he had discovered a secret.

“How do you two know each-wait? Prima? You’re related to her husband?”

“What business are you two dealing in? Are you working with Rio, Miguel?”

Before he could answer, Nick answered for him.

“Relax, prima. It’s my business deal. Rio isn’t involved. We do have individual businesses. We butt heads too much to do everything together.”

“I wouldn’t do business with your husband without telling you, querida. Then there is the fact that we’ve never met in person. The meeting is my first encounter with your cousin. I’m sure you know Rio wouldn’t want to go into business with me.”

“And why is that? He used to tap that or something, prima? Maybe I should give Rio a call.”

“Are you interested in talking about business or not, Nick? That is the only thing that needs to be questioned or discussed,” Miguel responded in an aggravated tone.

“Hey, whatever you say, man. She knows I’m just teasing.”

“Then perhaps you should find someone else to aggravate. The lovely lady certainly doesn’t enjoy it. Is our table ready?”

“Yes,” Nick bit back.

“Then let’s get this over with. I do have other business to attend to. You have my attention for the next hour. We aren’t starting on a good note, wouldn’t you agree, Nick? You need to fix that. I assume the warehouse visit has been scheduled and prepped for tomorrow. Let’s make our way to our reserved table.”

“Right this way.”

Miguel’s hand gave your shoulder a light squeeze before he got up to follow Nick.

“I’m sure you still have Nestor’s number,” he asked, tilting his head toward his security/cousin.

“If you need anything, give me a call. It was a pleasure running into you, querida.”

You gave him a weak smile and nodded softly. Turning back to the bar, you downed the whiskey sour. Your fingers tapped the bar for another. The drink was halfway to your lips when Rio started blowing your phone up. With a deep sigh, you ignore it and turn your phone off.

“Bartender? Go ahead and bring me two more.”

The universe is funny as fuck. This man’s going to find me. I can just feel it.

You rubbed your temples as you contemplated where to go from here. One hour, four drinks later, you sat there wallowing in your pain. Thankfully you had made a conscious decision after the last drink to switch to a glass of red wine. Feeling buzzed, you decided it would be your last drink of the night. Taking your time with it, you nursed it for a while. Just as you had swirled the remaining liquid in its glass, Miguel reclaimed his seat from earlier.

“A penny for your thoughts, querida?”

Your eyes drifted from the stem of your wine glass to Miguel’s face. He noticed that you were slightly inebriated. His hand reached up and brushed your hair out of your face. The palm of his hand rested on your cheek.

“Don’t you have other meetings to get to?”

“I just wanted that smug asshole to hurry up and discuss the deal. The sooner we did that, the quicker your dear cousin would be gone,” he replied sarcastically.

“Hmm. Smug bastard, huh? That best describes his thick-headed ass,” you toast, downing the last of the wine.

“You shouldn’t be drinking at a bar by yourself, amor. I’ve watched half the men in here ogle you the entire time you’ve been here. Come. Nestor and I will escort you to your room.”

Miguel didn’t want to give you time to protest or continue drinking. He paid your tab and held his hand out. You stared at it for a moment.

“Though you’re wearing heels, those cute little legs still dangle from the stool. Come, sweetheart. I promise to be a respectable gentleman. I don’t make it a habit of approaching married women,” he chuckled.

Not giving it any more thought, your hand gently grasped as he helped you down. The elevator ride was quiet. That was until you blurted the one question that lingered in the back of your mind.

“Where’s your wife, Miguel?”

You noticed how his jaw ticked, nostrils flaring slightly.

“She had other plans tonight,” he answered.

Before you could ask him to elaborate, the elevator dinged.

“I do believe this is your floor.”

Miguel placed his hand on the small of your back. Nestor stepped aside, allowing you two to step out first. He asked for your hotel key as you walked down the hall. You turned the corner as you placed the key card in his hand.

“You said the first door on the left, right?”

“Ye-.”

You lost your train of thought as you started to panic. There was a large bouquet of yellow roses in front of your door.

“Shit.”

“What’s wrong, querida,” Miguel asked as he rubbed the small of your back.

The worry in your eyes set off alarm bells in his mind. Miguel took a look and noticed the flowers. The distress about possibly working with Rio. The teasing from Nick. He turned to face you, blocking the view of your door. His hand caressed your face.

“Tell me the truth. Are you in danger? Did you leave your husband, querida,” he whispered as he searched your eyes for the truth.

No longer able to keep the emotions bottled up, your lip trembled as the tears slipped down your face. You nodded slowly. Miguel frowned at the response. He pulled you into an embrace as you cried into his chest. His hands rubbed your back as he attempted to soothe you.

The two of you stayed that way for a few moments. Pulling back from his embrace, you wiped at your tears. Miguel’s hands slid up and down your arms.

“Did he hurt you,” he asked, jaw ticking again.

“Rio would never put hands on me. He-he.”

Unable to finish the sentence, a fresh set of tears spilled.

“Okay, okay. Shhh. I think I’m starting to understand. Come here.”

He embraced you again. Once he calmed you, Miguel escorted you to the door. He nodded at Nestor, signaling him to pick up the flowers. Unlocking your suite, he grabbed the flowers and followed you inside.

“Thanks for getting me here safely. Sorry, I just unloaded all my emotions on you like a crazy person.”

“It’s fine, querida. That’s what friends are for. We were close once. Lost time won’t affect that.”

His thumbs swept residual tears away. He bent to your feet and helped you out of your heels. Standing, he grabbed your hand and held it. His finger lifted your chin.

“Try and get some rest. Come deadbolt the door behind me.”

Following him to the door, you watched as he opened the suite door. Stepping into the hallway, he turned to speak with Nestor.

“Have one of the other men come and watch her door for the night. If it’s not me, no one gets in here. Don’t even let them knock. Watch the door until your replacement gets here.”

Nestor nodded in agreement taking his position in front of your door. Miguel turned to you, his hand running down your arm again.

“If you need me, I’m on the top floor. Just ask whoever is guarding the door to call me. Better yet, here. Call me if you need anything.”

Miguel handed you a card that had both his business and personal number.

“Okay,” you whispered.

“I’m serious.”

“I’ll be fine, Miguel. Rio’s just adamant about us staying together. He would never physically harm me.”

“You can’t blame him for wanting to work it out. Any man would be a fool not to fight for you. Still, if you need me, call me.”

“Yeah, because Emily would just love that. She’s never been fond of me.”

“Don’t worry about her. I’m the least of my wife’s worries at the moment.”

No longer wanting to discuss his personal life, Miguel pecked your forehead.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

Locking the deadbolt behind him, you made your way to the bedroom. Stripping out of the tight dress, you bundled up in a complimentary robe. Falling into the couch, you turned your phone back on. Six texts and two voicemails. You rolled your eyes. Noticing the flowers, you mumbled to yourself, “fucking Nick probably snitched. Little shit.”

You snatched the card from the bouquet and flipped it over. Your breathing sped up as your mind started to race.

What the fuck? I don’t need this shit. What next?

Hands trembling, you re-read the card.

“I see hubby’s out of the picture. Who’s going to protect you now? What better way to kick Rio when he’s down? He would probably be beside himself if his precious jewel came up missing. Stay safe, pretty lady.”

To top it off, now I have to run from his ops too? You have to be shitting me!

Snatching the door open, Nestor saw the look of fright in your eyes.

“The flowers aren’t from my husband. I’m pretty sure whoever sent them just threatened me. Tell Miguel I appreciate everything he did tonight, but I’m getting the fuck out of here.”

Nestor talked you down. He instructed you to grab anything needed for the night and lock up. In less than twenty minutes, Nestor was escorting you to Miguel. He was anxiously waiting for your arrival. His hands instantly cradled your face.

“You’re staying with me for the night. We’ll figure out where you’ll go from here in the morning. Sleep in the bedroom. I’ll take the couch.”

“That’s nonsense. I can sleep on the couch.”

“No, you won’t. No arguments.”

“Why are most men in my life so damn bossy.”

“They also seem to have the same types of occupation. You don’t seem to like men who like legal work, querida.”

“Ha, ha. You’re so hilarious.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that. Those mentioned tend to be extremely successful at it,” Miguel replied with a shit-eating grin.

“Anyway.”

The conversation was interrupted by yet another call from Rio.

“Look, I'm going to have to answer him. I’ve been ignoring him for hours now. I know his veins are about to pop out of his neck.”

You excused yourself, taking the call in his bathroom.

“For someone who’s always so busy, you sure are blowing up my phone. Go back to ignoring me, please. I don’t have the energy to go back and forth with you, Rio. I’m tired and stressed out.”

“Just come home, mama. I’ll leave and stay somewhere else. Just come home,” he slurred.

“Are you at that stupid bar that demands your attention as well? Go home, Rio. Sleep off the liquor.”

“I gotta be near you, mama. Who's going to protect you? What if someone tries to harm you while you’re not with me? I can’t live with that shit. I need my wife to come home. Come on, mama.”

“It’s a little too late to protect me now. Isn’t it? Don’t worry about me, Rio. I can handle this shit myself,” you snapped, quickly regretting the last sentence.

“Handle what shit, mama,” he barked.

Fuck.

He instantly knew something was up.

“It’s okay, Rio. I’m a big girl. Luckily my stupid ass husband taught me how to use a gun. You know I stay strapped.”

“Either come home or tell me where the fuck you are. I’m going to light whatever city you’re in up. Better yet, I’m about to spray any suspected target.”

“Don’t be stupid. There is no need to start a war on my behalf.”

“I’m not going back and forth about this anymore. Tell me where you are.”

“No, goodbye, Rio.”

“Don’t fucking hang-.”

Miguel stood propped against the door frame.

“I know he fucked up, but it sounds like he wants to keep you out of harm’s way.”

“Don’t, Miguel.”

He placed his hands up in surrender.

“If he can’t do that for you, I will.”

Yeah, cause my husband would just love that. Jesus, be a therapist. I need Iyanla to come and fix my life, bruh.

“I Can Understand Why You Want A Divorce Now. Though I Can’t Let You Know It, Pride Won’t Let Me Show It.

-Jay Z.

Rio had been sitting in his bar for a few hours. Though the argument made him even more aggravated, he took your advice. He wasn’t in the mood to take a chance at catching a DUI. Rio instructed Mick to drive him home.

He swaggered into the family room and lounged on the couch. The house was painfully quiet without your presence. Rio’s thoughts drifted to you as his chest tightened at the thought of you being in danger. Sighing, he closed his eyes in an attempt to shake the negative thoughts. Your scent still lingered throughout the house. Nothing seemed to help him shake the memories and intrusive thoughts. His eyes fluttered open, nostrils flaring. Rio was trying to be patient with you, but it was starting to wear thin. You could be mad for however long, but divorce was out of the question. Could he do a better job at loving you? Yes, and he was willing to do so. Would you be willing to give him another chance?

Rio’s buzz had started to wear off. Blowing out a breath, he stared at a picture of you two. The frame on the console table contained a photo from your first anniversary. Shaking his head, he stood up and walked over to the bar cart. Throwing back another glass of brown liquor, he fixed one more and reclaimed his seat. He asked Alexa to play a specific song. The lyrics hit home as he nodded to the beat and recited them. Song Cry by Jay Z flowed through the entertainment system.

“They say you can’t turn a bad girl good, but once a good girl’s gone bad, she’s gone forever. Mourn forever. Shit, I gotta live with the fact I did you wrong forever.”

What happened to everybody deserves a second chance, mama? Damn, I miss my wife.

Sis can't catch a break, huh lovelies😩😆? I hope you all enjoyed part three. More drama to come in part four! I can't wait for you all to read what happens next. Can't say for sure when part four will be done and ready for posting. I'm still taking things slow. Please, please, please love, reblog, and comment. I would love to hear from you all. My ask box is open as well. I missed y'all, man!

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naavispider · 5 months

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OMG OMG OMG

I remember reading an idea sort of like this ages ago. But I can’t remember if it was an avatar fic or smth else 💀

have you ever seen the golden compass? The movie with the spirit animal daemon things???? well, I rewatched that yesterday and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

so, imagine Spider’s daemon spends his entire childhood flicking through forms. The first being a gigantic spider, and the second a blond, shaggy furred dog. Only, when (insert daemons name here) finally settles, he’s a beautiful orange tiger.

this, at first, would be wonderful. (Both bc tigers r fucking cool and second bc it has symbolism from the start of the first movie when tigers are brought back from extinction - it would be the first time Jake or any other humans see a true orange tiger).

BUT BUT BUT‼️ when quaritch was alive his form was ALSO a tiger - a white one - with the same gruesome three-strike scar along its eye m. Bc I’ve decided daemons and humans share scars.

OR OR OR‼️‼️‼️ spiders daemon settles in a desperate attempt to protect him when they meet the recoms for the first time‼️‼️‼️ AAAAAAAAA

I would imagine that Navi don’t have daemons. And they don’t understand the connection between daemon and human. So, therefore, spider doesn’t really get it either. He just sees his worst fear realised and believes his daemon is betraying him.

THIS ALSO MEANS‼️‼️ Recoms might have Pandora daemons‼️ I would imagine some of them would have ikrans as their daemon, zdog would defo have one of those purple bat things and Lopez would have a viper wolf I don’t make the rules. But quaritch would definitely have a giant thanator.

and when they are being pulled up into the ship- or any other time ig - Quaritch’s thanator (who is male, spiders daemon is also - pretty sure it’s like uncommon for daemons to be the same sex as the holder but that’s just how I pictured them) would totally have spiders daemon held by his scruff in his mouth that would be so cute.

ALSO ALSO OMG IM HAVING SO MANY JDEAS JUST WRITING THIS. They would torture spider INSTEAD OF THE MACHINE - they would try to separate him from his daemon like they do in the golden compass ‼️

My original idea was for humans to be shapeshifters. Mainly bc I totally wanted that held bu the scruff scene - but it’s actually quaritch doing it not his daemon. But also, the idea of a thanator daemon grooming a growly tiger daemon is so cute to me.

daemons show people’s true emotions. So spiders daemon is definitely as scared at the beginning, but visibly relaxes very quickly I’d assum - especially around quaritch. And I totally want an over protective thanator pacing the outskirts of their camp every night - lingering on the place spider is sleeping.

sorry for rambling, legit typed this out in three minutes I was so enthusiastic I was shaking. I have another idea from ages ago that I still need to type up - just bc I wanna share ♥️♥️

Hellooo old friend 💞

Firstly I'm soooo sorry it has taken me this long to respond. Life's been crazy and I've got a promotion/new job which is draining all my mental energy. I've not really been able to write anything at all in the past few weeks and it's making me sad 😭

This prompt is incredible and I 100% agree with the imagery of Quaritch's daemon holding Spider's by the scruff of the neck 😭 I don't have names for them (but I think Spider's one would be a girl) so here's some headcanons.

Quaritch's daemon is a thanator and Spider's is a tiger. As they are both full sized I think this makes for a very interesting concept. Spider's daemon settled after a huge argument with Neytiri a few years ago when she banned him from coming round. (They got over the argument like in the comics but ever since then Spider has an added resentment towards Neytiri because he was desperately hoping his daemon would settle as a creature from Pandora. He feels that if they never fought then he wouldn't be 'shackled' with an Earth daemon, which only adds to his 'alienness' in the clan's eyes.)

At the beginning of the movie Quaritch is almost sure straight away about who Spider is, because the daemon is a dead give away. (I don't know the lore from Golden Compass if characters are like,, born with their daemon or what, but in this AU the fact that Spider's is a tiger is a major give away for Quaritch).

"Miles?" He asks when suddenly a tiger emerges, growling, from the bushes to protect Spider.

Spider has seen enough of Q's video logs to recognise him, too.

The kids are not only surrounded by a dozen recoms but also all of their daemons. Z-dog's is a viperwolf, which pins Tuk down on the ground while Prager's prolemuris attacks Lo'ak. Wainfleet still grabs Kiri and works out that they are Sully's kids.

"Let them go!" Spider yells as he lunges for Wainfleet and his tiger launches itself at Z-dog's viperwolf.

Then, Quaritch's daemon emerges from the trees, silencing the kids with its presence. It goes straight for Spider's tiger, pinning it down easily. Spider yelps as he feels the bite of the thanator around his daemon's jugular. Quaritch commands the thanator to ease up a bit, but still keeping the tiger trapped.

"How are you alive?" Spider growls.

"Your daddy backed up his memories. All his personality too. It was all saved onto a drive and uploaded into... me."

"Let them go..!" (he's struggling because of the thanator's grip on his daemon)

Quaritch smirks, turning his back on his son as he radios command.

Cut to the parents arriving and all hell breaking loose. Q's thanator releases Spider's tiger when a blast goes off right next to them. Spider and his daemon run like Hell. The tiger is only slightly faster than Spider, but the thanator is in hot pursuit. (once again my lack of knowledge about the golden compass lets me down because idk how far Quaritch and his thanator can be separated, but let's say Quaritch catches up fast). When the blast causes Spider to fall down the bank he is initially knocked out but his tiger isn't, and stands guard to protect him, growling, when Q approaches.

The tiger tries to fight the thanator, but ofc is easily overpowered because of the size of the thanator.

Spider is groaning slightly as Quaritch pulls him over his shoulders, but he's too out of it from the fall to be able to prevent himself being carried off

He is aware that he can't see his daemon, and suddenly panic sets in. He knows the recoms could easily hurt her to hurt him.

The adrenaline kicks in enough for him to lift his head and scour the forest through weary eyes - his tiger is being carried in the jaws of Quaritch's thanator a few paces behind them. "Get off!" he tries to yell.

(don't ask me how the daemons are lifted into the demon ship)

At first, Spider and the tiger are thrown into the same cell. They huddle together for warmth at night and the tiger does a good job scratching up the door and tearing down the security camera.

The only person who can handle the two of them is Quaritch, because of his daemon, so it's a struggle to get Spider into the Neuroscanner, and there are some nasty fights between the tiger and the thanator, resulting in a lot of pain for Spider.

The neuroscanner is useless though because spider doesn't give them anything, so eventually they decide to bypass the ethics board and separate Spider from his daemon. Quaritch does not know about this (and like in the golden compass) enters just in time to see them doing this to his son. He's able to stop Ardmore and eventually Q convinces her to let him take Spider out into the field.

When Spider is faces with seeing Q again, he has the full stoic facade, but his tiger is trying not to cower and is trembling. Q sees this and takes even more pity on Spider, his heart breaking for him when he sees what the RDA has done to him.

After a while in the forest, Spider's daemon starts to relax and bond with the thanator, especially since the thanator protects and looks out for it against the Pandoran wildlife.

At night, spider and his tiger curl up together and Q watches them in the firelight thinking all of his deep, wishful, fatherly thoughts, while his thanator is looking at him pointedly as if to say 'why are you jealous of them, I'm right here'

Nevertheless, the thanator looks out for Spider and the tiger

Spider riding Q's thanator eventually

Spider and Quaritch watching their daemons playfully interact and Spider being totally embarrassed while Quaritch is sitting there smugly watching his daemon lick Spider's to clean its fur

If anyone has more please share!! I need to brush up my knowledge of the golden compass lore, but I tried!

#spider socorro #miles quaritch #avatar the way of water #avatar x golden compass #atwow #miles spider socorro #recom quaritch #avatar 2 #atwow au #avatar 2 headcanons #ask: daemons #my stuff

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 4 months

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AITA for ignoring a childhood friend?

This happened a while ago, but I still think about it pretty often.

I used to have a friend, let’s call her Ally. Ally and I shared one thing in common — we were the weird kids. We used to sit at a lunch table by ourselves and bitch about how mean the popular kids were. A little cringey, but hey, we were in middle school, what are you gonna do?

Our friendship suddenly cut off because, after she asked why she had such a hard time making friends, I suggested, “Well, you are kind of sensitive.” This caused a massive rift between us. This would be fine, since I had already made some better (though only slightly) friends. But she somehow convinced the staff that we were actively fighting, which we weren’t. I was mostly just avoiding her. This meant, a couple of times, I was called out of class just so that we could sit in the counselor’s office to “make up”. She also believed, even when we got older, that I should “protect” her from her bullies, even though 1) I never saw her get bullied, and 2) that shouldn’t necessarily be my responsibility, especially after we weren’t friends anymore.

But that was in middle school. People change. And she did, sort of. We obviously grew apart, and because of that, I thought she matured, since I wasn’t around her as much. We started becoming more friendly in high school. My friend group even included her during lunch, and she seemed to move past her petty stage.

Without going into too much detail, another classmate called someone in my friend group and said she was going to really hurt herself. When my friend called 911, this classmate was furious when she got sent to the hospital. Ally was friends with her, so this caused some high school drama. Ally took the classmate’s side, because she believed because of their mental illness and her attempt, that it didn’t matter how my other friend felt.

Ally only got more and more immature from there. Slamming her books together and stomping out the door during an argument at lunch, rolling her eyes and making a face every time she walked past me in the hallway, and generally being nasty to me and my friends. Luckily, I didn’t get the brunt of it, but my other friends sure did.

We tried going to the office about it, but they said because of her disability, they didn’t want to get involved, and suggested we just “ignore it”. So we did. And, eventually, everything blew over, as high school drama does. Even if it drains everyone of every last bit of energy we have before it does.

The next year, she starts trying to rebuild our relationship, which I don’t want to do. She starts constantly texting me (I don’t know why I didn’t just block her number), asking me why we can’t be friends again. She gets me Christmas gifts, then uses them against me during an argument. I keep telling her why over and over, how awful she acted a year before, how you can’t force people to be your friend, how her personality and constantly playing the victim made her difficult to be around. She kept making a face in the hallway, talked about me behind my back (or so I heard), and yet she wanted to kiss and make up.

Junior year, things went quiet again. We didn’t like each other, but we were civil. I had stopped responding to her texts, and she had stopped pestering me. She was gone for a while due to a surgery, and I didn’t see her again after that.

Then, suddenly, COVID happened.

Over online learning, I got a few texts from her about my desk set-up, like what kind of plant I had next to me, what was my stuffed animal’s name, stuff like that. I decided to be nice, and responded, but ignored every subsequent response, and she didn’t try again.

I didn’t hear from her again until my freshman year of college (I’m a junior now). From a new number, she asked me how I was, what I was doing, normal fare. Instead of responding normally, I sent her a response in Japanese, since I was learning it at the time. I pretended this was a new number, and that I had no idea who she was talking about. She bought it, and I blocked the number.

I know that she could have changed, and maybe she was trying to reach out. But, considering how awful she was, and the kind of people she surrounded herself with, I don’t know if she could ever change enough to make up for how she’s acted.

Should I have given her a chance? I can’t now, of course, but maybe I could make an effort to find her if you think I should?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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sag3vrr · 6 months

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THE BIRTHDAY PARTY // matty healy x reader

• a very happy birthday surprise!

• warnings : swearing

you groaned as you woke up — incredibly tired and pissed off at the sound of your phone ringing waking up. you were quite ready to ignore it, actually. yet, you saw matty’s name and the anger boiled away.

answering it, you put it on speaker and drop it on your chest as your head hits the pillows again and you stare at the ceiling.

he’s clearly more awake than you — “happy birthday, my love!” he wishes you down the phone, and you can only yawn in response.

“thank you,” you sigh.

“shit, did i wake you up? you’re normally awake by now.”

“yeah, but it’s fine. i should be awake, think i just overslept. i had a drink last night.” you rub your eyes, sitting up remembering drinking at least half a bottle of wine last night in the loneliness of your home.

“i’m sorry. are you doing anything today?” he asks.

“um… yeah. my friends said they are taking me out for drinks. it’ll probably be nice when i’m there but i’m so drained right now and honestly don’t want to go through the effort getting ready. and i wish you were here…” you backtrack, “that sounded selfish. i’m happy for you, you know that. i just want you all for myself sometimes.”

“i’m so fucking sorry i’m not there right now, baby.” he tells you.

“matty, it’s fine. it’s not your fau—”

“matty! come on, we need to leave if you want to be—” george’s voice springs up loudly.

“shit, okay. i’ve got to go. i love you, lots.”

“i love you too.”

“have something to eat, okay?”

“yeah.” you reply as best you can without sounding too sad.

the phone hangs up, and you feel as though you could cry.

eventually, after probably another hour in bed, you manage to drag yourself out, going downstairs to make some cereal and toast, eating it rather sadly on your couch. you avoid your phone most of the day, settling to watching films in the comfort of your pj’s ( technically, they were made up of your grey joggers and one of matty’s band t-shirts. but what can you say? you miss him. )

but once the film ends, you’re shoved back into reality with a firm shove of the credits rolling. they feel like a slap in the face.

when you finally do pick your phone up, you’re about to message your friends and tell them you really don’t feel up for drinks, but almost as if he’s telepathically connected to you, you get a message from matty.

“send me pictures of you later when you’re out with your friends. miss you xx”

you smile, and you don’t want to tell him you didn’t go out, because you also know he’d feel guilty more for being away.

you facetime him, hoping he’s able to answer.

he answers, much to your dismay with his camera off.

you look at yourself for a second, face scrunching when you see how tired you look. “fuck, i look like shit.” you laugh it off.

“you never look like shit, shut up.” his voice comes from the phone, and you feel yourself feeling a bit happier already.

“mm, also, why is your camera off? i wanna see you.” you pout as you walk your way over to the bedroom, and then the bathroom, deciding to get ready now so you wouldn’t be rushing later.

“uh…” he hesitates, “i don’t know, it won’t turn on.” you raise an eyebrow, slightly confused but ignore it anyway. “you doing your makeup?”

“yeah. i can hang up if you wanna do something on your phone though. just wanted to talk to you.”

“no, no.” he says a little too quickly. i miss you. it’s nice. feels like i’m with you.”

“god. when do you come home?” you whine, tying your hair up to finally sort your face.

he chuckles down the phone, “any ideas on what you’re wearing?”

“i hadn’t thought about that.” you rub the product into your skin, then rummaging around your drawer for what you need.

“well, i think you should check the top of the wardrobe, my side.” you can hear the grin in his voice.

“what did you do?” you put down the foundation in your hand.

“go and see for yourself.”

you leave your phone in the bathroom as you jog towards the wardrobe, opening the right door, seeing a bag on the top shelf you hadn’t noticed before.

pulling it down, you look in the contents, it was black fabric, and as you pulled it out it was a gorgeous dress.

“oh my god!” you exclaimed, loud enough for matty to hear, and you hear his laughter faintly.

you held it out, it was sleeveless and had a long slit in the leg. you rush to the bathroom, mouth agape as you look at the camera. “jesus, matty. it’s amazing. thank you so much. is this why you asked me to send photos? you were gonna tell me to wear this?”

his voice is sly, smug. “maybe.”

“i’ll put it on when i’ve finished my face and hair.” you smile, getting back to where you were left off.

matty stays on the phone with you the whole time, talking to you about what they’ve been doing, and how he’s definitely going to take you to this country when you are both free because he insists you’ll love it. and you probably would, from what he’s said.

after a while, you finish by using a claw clip to secure your hair back.

“you gonna put the dress on now?”

you nodded, walking back to the bedroom to pick it up from where you left it on the bed.

switching from your pyjamas into something else was a nice chance — it had been awhile since you got to dress up nicely and go out.

and it was simply beautiful, and looked better than you could’ve imagined on. you finish it off with sheer tights and your boots.

you feel happy, and you definitely feel hot.

on walking into the bathroom again, you put your phone in a better place, so he can see the whole outfit. you do a little 360 turn, smiling widely.

“fuck, you look perfect. gorgeous. i wish i was there right now.”

“thank you so much, matty. this dress is stunning.”

“you make it look better on, definitely.”

“what time is it?” you ask, picking your phone back up.

“6:56.”

your eyes widen, your friend who was picking you up said she’d be here at around 7, and all of a sudden you here the beep of a car outside. “shit, i have to go.” your quickly strutting back through, grabbing your bag and keys.

“okay,”

“love you lots, i’ll send you pictures later.”

“have fun, i love you too!” you hear him blow an exaggerated kiss, so you do the same, hanging up and shoving your phone in your bag.

opening the door, you’re greeting with your friend waving at you from her car. you jog over.

you have to admit, it had been a lot more fun than you earlier would’ve anticipated, but that was probably because of how mentally and physically drained you were.

it was nice to just have a few drinks, catch up with your closest friends and see how they’ve been doing — some you hadn’t spoke to in a while due to the boring, mundane adult life getting in the way all the time.

after a good few rounds of drinks, your group sat down at a table, chatting away about random things, the boyfriends, girlfriends, family life, the normal drama.

when out of the blue, one of your friends cleared her throat. “okay,” she reached her arms out over the table, holding both your hands. “we all have one more little surprise for you.”

“another surprise?” you smile, but confusion clear in your expression. “you spoil me,”

she pulls one hand away to check her phone, looks at the door, then at you.

following her gaze, the door opens when you let your eyes wander over there. then the door swings open.

what the fuck?

you cannot help but literally gasp out loud, as matty walks in. your eyes widen. he’s clad in his usual white button up and dress pants, leather jacket on top. his eyes are darting around the room, looking for you.

your chair squeaks loudly, yet you take no notice. you all but sprint over to him, and his face lights up as he sees you.

you cling yourself to him, holding him tightly. it’s all too familiar, a scent of vanilla and the faint but ever lasting essence of cigarettes. you’re hugging him tighter than you think you ever have before — making up for the 2 months you’ve been separated from him. he wasn’t supposed to be home for another 3 weeks.

“happy birthday, darling.” he whispers, hand rubbing up and down your back.

“oh my god,” you look behind him to see the rest of the band, including charli, standing there.

your too focused on matty, however, pulling back to look him in the eyes. “what the fuck are you doing here?”

“wasn’t gonna miss your birthday,” he grins, and you finally see the roses in his hand. “got you these on the way.”

your eyes are watering now, and carefully, you try to wipe it away without smudging your makeup.

he hands you them, “i’ve missed you so much. i can’t believe you’re here.”

his hand finds its way to your face, caressing and delicately wiping away stray tears. he leans in, and it’s an unimaginable feeling, you kiss him until you absolutely have to pull back, panting a little, him having quite literally just pulled the air from your lungs.

“you look even better in person.” he looks you up and down, “simply perfect.” he pulls you back for a hug. “my perfect girl.” he whispers, so quiet only you could hear him.

you quickly look up, thinking of something all of a sudden. “wait, is this why your—” you hold your hands up to emphasise the quote marks, “camera wasn’t working.”

“i didn’t want to risk it and spoil the surprise.” he shrugs, and you both laugh. god, you’d missed that laugh.

the commotion calms down, after some time, anyway. you’re sat at the corner of the table, head on matty’s shoulder, practically glued to his side the second you got over to him earlier. his hand on your leg, tracing patterns.

you feel a hand under your chin, the finger tilting your head up to look at him. you make eye contact, and then you’re in a short but sweet lip lock.

“oh!” he blurts out, taking you slightly by surprise. “i almost forgot—” he’s reaching into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small gift box. “i bought you this.”

he opens it for you, and your met with a necklace, a locket, in particular, glistening at you. your hand is thrown over your mouth.

“i saw you looking at them before i left. thought you might like it.”

you pick it up carefully, like one careless touch would break it.

“open it.”

you click it open at the side, and your heart gushed at the picture in there, it was one charli had taken without you realising. your hand was in his curls, his on your waist as you kissed like your life depended on it. it felt so long ago but so recent at the same time.

“oh, matty. it’s—” you take a second, “i swear, if you make me cry again for the second time tonight.” you gulp, trying to stop yourself from being so emotional. dammed alcohol and it’s effects on you.

“want me to put it on for you?”

“please.” you turn your torso, facing your back towards him. he takes it from your hand, putting it around your neck, clicking it in. not without pressing a kiss next to it, and whispering one more declaration of love into your ear. you’re looking down at it, playing with it with your index finger. you vouch to yourself to keep it safe forever.

“how about i get you one more drink?” he suggests, as you turn back towards him. “then we can head home?”

you hum, “sounds great. how long are you gonna be here, though? don’t you need to fly back out? to finish all the interviews and all that you’re doing?”

“technically, i would have, but we’ve cancelled them.”

“what?” you spring up. “why?”

“i’m knackered, honestly. just need time home, just to fuckin’ chill, you know? and you, of course.” he steals another kiss, and the two of you really can’t get enough.

“now, that drink? what would you like?” he’s standing up, looking at you expectantly.

you rest your elbows on the table, leaning forward, pondering. “surprise me.”

he nods, giving you a small salute, spinning around and heading to the bar.

it’s significantly quieter than earlier. you don’t even want to know what time it is. you just know tomorrow is definitely being spent in bed.

he returns with two drinks. setting back down next to you. “to the birthday girl?” he holds his drink up.

“to us.” you state, clinking the glasses together.

#matty healy #matty healy fic #matty healy the 1975 #matty healy x reader #the 1975 #1975 band #matty x reader

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cassiaratheslytherpuff · 2 months

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Please tell me more about Rarrydraft w prongsfoot!! Two sets of best friends - that can only be good ❤️

Thanks for asking! 🩷 I had completely forgotten I even started this. It's about Harry pining for Ron and finding Sirius's diary when cleaning up Grimmauld Place for Ron to move in with him.

I'll share a couple of snippets, maybe it'll motivate me to finish one of these days.

“I’m a patient guy,” Ron said. “I mean, you’d call me patient, right? When Hermione left right after the war to get her parents from Australia I waited patiently, didn’t I? In fact, I wanted to join her! Hermione, I said, we’re partners now, you don’t need to do this on your own. But no, she HAD to go off on her own.” Harry grabbed the nicest of his two bottles of Firewhiskey and climbed onto the counter to get the magickly charmed whiskey glasses from the back of the cabinet. At some point he’d owned six Charm-Chilled glasses, but after summoning them one time too many he only had too left – something about the pure rage in Ron’s voice made him decide this wasn’t the time to risk them. “And then after she finally finished at Hogwarts,” Ron continued when Harry focussed back on his voice, “I thought, this is it – now we start our lives together for real. But of course, then she decided she had to get that bachelor’s degree. And I offered to upend everything and come to Glasgow with her, because the only thing I really wanted was to bloody be with her.” Harry poured the Firewhiskey and handed Ron his glass, but he was too busy talking to take a single sip. “But it was all noo Ron,” Ron twisted his face and voice into a mocking imitation of his girlfriend, ”you’ve got to stay here. Your family needs you, Fred needs you at the shop. Harry needs you.” Harry winced at that, the idea that Ron might have stayed behind for him. “Of course,” Ron said, “now I find out the real reason.” In a single breath Ron seemed to deflate in front of Harry’s eyes, his shoulders sagging and his eyes turning worn and sad instead of fiery. Harry grabbed him by the elbow and directed him to the living room, carrying the bottle of Firewhiskey and his glass in his free hand. He sat Ron down on the sofa, and this time he went willingly, staring morosely into his glass before draining it in a single swallow and holding out for Harry to refill it. “What’s happened?” Harry asked again, thinking this time he might get an answer. “She’s going back to Glasgow for her masters degree,” Ron said. “I thought when she got back this summer that we could finally start our lives together, but after just seven months of living with me she’s off again.” “Why don’t you go with her?” Harry asked, refusing to acknowledge how much the idea hurt. “That’s what I suggested,” Ron said. “I mean, everyone’s got their own thing now – nobody really needs me to stay anymore.” Harry thought briefly and wildly, I do, but bit down the urge to speak.

And the diary

Diary of Sirius Black. July 1st, 1979. So, James and I moved into our flat today, and I figured it was a good day to start using this bloody diary Remus got me. I know, I know, I’m a dude I should insist it’s a journal, but sometimes it’s just nice to call a wand a wand, you know? I figure Remus thought I should have someplace to put my thoughts, because although I’m almost sure he has no idea what’s rolling around inside my head he does know there’s a lot in here I don’t talk about. Speaking of, I should ward this book if I’m going to write down all the things I refuse to say out loud. If James ever read it… OK, I’ve warded it. So we’re safe. I can write anything here now, but honestly I’m not sure I want to. Maybe seeing it in black and white will be too real? How about I tell you another secret? My childhood was… pretty terrible. They never did anything physical, but I’m starting to believe James when he says that doesn’t make it ok. It was alright, I suppose, until I sorted Gryffindor. At some level they must have known it was going to happen, but I still managed to make them ‘shocked and appalled’ as they said. I stuck with it for another five summers before I ran off and moved in with James’ family. That’s not the secret. The secret isn’t that living with James’ family felt more like a home than Grimmauld ever had either, though it did. It was brilliant, his mum kept hugging me and even though it took me ages to just relax and enjoy it she never gave up. They’re brilliant. Or they were brilliant, fuck I still can’t believe they’re gone… Anyway, I was talking about my secret. The real reason I finally couldn’t stay with my own parents anymore. The thing is, they found out, and I don’t think either of us could survive being in the same house after that. They couldn’t stand me, and I couldn’t stand being so thoroughly hated for every part of me. Maybe Mr and Mrs Potter wouldn’t have minded if they knew, but I was never willing to risk it. I suppose it’s the same with James. He might be fine with it, it might not change a thing except make us closer – but there’s always the chance it’ll ruin everything. The thing is, I’m queer. Shocker, right? Not really, I know. Feels obvious to me, but I think the only one who’s ever come close to suspecting it is Remus.

#rarry #ronarry #prongsfoot #snippet #ask #cw: alcohol #cw: child abuse #at least it's hinted at?#fanfiction #cassiwrites

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morose-melodies · 2 years

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"does anybody like me?" yandere! scaramouche x reader

summary: scaramouche hates you, he hates you for being so perfect, he hates you because everybody likes you.

content warning: abduction, slight abuse

you use to be his little secret.

nobody liked you, nobody cared about you because nobody knew you. it's different now, everybody likes you and everybody cares about you.

why must you be so kind, so talkative, so attentive, why? was having him not enough, what did he do wrong?

he hated you for that, he hates you because everyone loves you.

it makes him upset, it makes him feel less than, it makes him worthless.

so when you saw you pass by him, he decided to make his move. as much as he hated you, he couldn't let you go so easily.

you hurt his feelings, he wouldn't dare let that slide. he followed after you, at a calm and collected pace, because he wouldn't want anyone around thinking he was chasing after you, desperately.

that would be pathetic, he scoffed to himself, and that seemed to catch your attention, you paused, turning to face him, and your confused face slowly turned to a happy one.

"scara! it's been so long," you smiled, your tone soft and gentle, it was kind. "d..." he hesitated to speak, "don't call me that. I've already told you many times before. have you forgotten?"

your shoulders dropped and scaramouche felt some sort of satisfaction from it. "I'm sorry, it won't happen again," you smiled once again, shrugging it off.

it made scaramouche angry, it made him upset, it made him jealous. scaramouche was jealous of you, he was jealous of how effortlessly perfect you were, he was jealous of how many people liked you, and he was jealous of you, as a person.

everything about you was perfect and he couldn't help but wish to be like you.

he had planned this for the longest time, he was going to take you away from everyone and keep you for himself. only he should be able to see you, your beauty, and your kindness.

he deserved it. after all, he knew you before everyone else did, they took you from him, he was simply taking back what was his, rightfully.

so when he shoved you towards the nearest wall, he knew it would be ok, everything would be fine.

when you hit the wall, you gasped in shock, watching as scaramouche approached you before everything went dark.

...

"this was always going to happen, no matter what, no matter who liked you or hated you, this was always going to happen. it was my plan from the beginning."

you felt a soft finger graze your cheek, and a warm body sits closely beside you. "but you ruined my plans, with your stupid friendliness. it made me mad, it... made me jealous," hear heard his voice faulted and turn to a whisper as he spoke, "your beauty made me jealous. your kindness towards others made me jealous. your attentiveness towards others made me jealous."

"You've made me a jealous man. but no longer will I be after tonight."

he ran a finger through your hair, whispering, "you are beautiful. and it was your beauty that drove me to become the jealous man I now am."

his nails dug into your skin as he said, "your kindness makes you likable. it was your kindness that drove me to be the jealous man I now am."

his nails pierced your skin, and you groaned in pain, your eyes roaming across his morose face, his jealousy was apparent and you felt sorry for him.

"you... it was you who drove me to become the jealous man I now am." He released your arm and backed away, his features contorted into a sad look, "was I not a good friend to you? did I ever do anything wrong?"

you shook your head over and over again, tears draining your eyes. "then why did you abandon me for the validation of others? I must not have been good enough."

the sad look left his face as he forced a small smile, a mocking smile.

"but none of it matters now. because I have you now, and no one can take you away from me this time," you felt his warm breath on your skin and you shivered.

scaramouche pushed himself away from you after a few seconds and seated himself in front of you, you watched his tearful eyes as he said, "no one will ever see you again."

you wished to speak, but a thick cloth was stopping you from speaking, you shook your head, trying to reach out for scaramouche, but your hands were held behind your back.

"I need this," scaramouche leaned onto you, his head resting upon your chest, your heart beating at an unnaturally fast pace.

his body relaxed against yours, he seemed at peace, as he ran his finger across your arm slowly, as he said, "I need you, (y/n).

#yandere genshin impact #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere scenarios #scaramouche #yandere scaramouche #scaramouche x reader

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therhythmafterthesummer · 1 year

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Odd Eyes ~I.N | Jeongin

Pairing: Demon!Jeongin x PalaceWorker!F.Reader Themes: Fantasy AU, Period setting, Mild Angst, Mild Fluff if you squint? Warnings: Violence, abuse of power, mentions of outdated ideas around intimacy, questionable moral choices, kissing Word Count: ~5k | AO3 Summary: Being cursed was not something you ever planned for your life–clearly–but now that you were, your demon will help you make the most of it.

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact.

Author's Note: this idea has been haunting (heh) me for a while, and i was finally able to capture it on paper. as we're still in October, i feel like a demon still fits within the Halloween theme of the month :D

Disclaimer: the story represented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

“You?! Again?!”

You winced at the Head Court Lady’s angry tone, your eyes drifting from her face towards the heap of clothes now on the floor, trying your best to not show the annoyance you felt creeping into you. “I’m sorry, ma’am. It was an accident…”

It was not an accident, but it was easier to tell her that than to even try to explain what had happened.

“It’s the third ‘accident’ of yours this week! You’ll have to wash those again, you’re not leaving this place until you do”, with that, she turned around and left.

The incessant snickering coming from your side made you snap your head in the sound’s direction, glaring at the man–or maybe it’d be more accurate to say the creature–that was mocking you now. “It’s not funny, Jeongin”, you moved, grabbing a basket, and proceeding to kneel by the heap of clothes and start depositing the pieces in it so you could take them to the laundry area.

“Oh, it’s so funny, my dear”, Jeongin held his belly as his laughter intensified, tears running down his face the longer he spent looking at you kneeling on the floor.

With a sigh, you decided to ignore him. Whenever you reacted to his pranks it always made everything worse, so you tried your best to focus on your task. These were a lot of clothes, clothes that you had just finished sorting and folding, all that work now down the drain because of him.

Jeongin was, to put it simply, your own personal demon.

He’d been haunting you for over a year now. He liked to prank you, to inconvenience you, and you could never stop it. If you said anything you surely would be hanged because they’d think you were crazy or they’d burn you at the stake because they’d think you were a witch–even if you were neither of those things–so you always took the blame for his antics.

No one else could see Jeongin either, not because you had any sort of special sight for spirits, but because that was how Jeongin liked it. ‘Only you get the great honour of seeing me, darling!’ He had told you with the widest smile on his face the first time you tried to rat him out to one of the Court Ladies, so you stopped trying since then.

How you came to be involved with Jeongin was quite the story… Not one of your proudest moments, you’d admit.

You’d always been bad at politics, the worst at keeping your thoughts concealed, your face always giving away too much, or your words of disapproval slipping past your lips before you could ever stop them–which was one of the worst traits to have when you worked at the palace. People here loved to fake their true nature, they loved to play a part, and you had such a hard time doing so yourself you stopped talking altogether after the incident.

It happened a long time ago, but you could still remember it as if it had happened yesterday.

The abusive governor, your friend hunched over on the floor as the man kicked and punched her, the heavy weight of the wooden plank in your hands as you quite literally broke it in half on his head, your friend’s wrist in your hand as you tugged her out of there, the screams of the governor’s wife when you were already too far away for her to see the culprit, ‘whoever did this, I curse you! I curse you for all eternity!’

The governor’s wife’s words haunted you when you went to sleep that night, and, as you held your friend tightly in your arms while she slept, those incessant screams changed shape, turning instead into a wicked laugh. When you had woken up the next morning, your friend was gone for the day already, but in her place you found a boy, a man, with carob hair, a devilish smile on his lips, and his two toned eyes–one blue like the sky above your heads and the other red like raspberries–staring at you.

You had screamed, because of course you had–there was a random-ass man on your yo as you woke up, so obviously you screamed, scrambling as far away from him as possible. ‘So loud for this time of day! Tone it down!’ was all he had said as he rolled around on the bedding. After running away from your sleeping quarters you started to question people around the palace about the man with the odd eyes–as inconspicuously as you could, of course. People had looked at you like you were crazy, telling you such eyes didn’t exist in this world.

You had let them gaslight you into believing that, into believing that the man with the wicked smile and two-toned eyes had probably just been a product of your imagination, of your post-sleep, post-trauma hazy mind, even when it had felt so real… It wasn’t until later in the day, when you were cleaning boxes upon boxes of royal cutlery that you saw him again, standing by one of the piles of boxes as he looked at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

It was almost as if the situation had played in slow motion, his hand moving to the tallest box he could reach, his eyes locked with yours, as he pushed the box with as much force as he could for the thing to fall, the delicate utensils clattering loudly on the floor. ‘What are you doing?!’ you remember asking him, to which he simply smirked and shrugged. The noise had attracted people’s attention, so when one of the Court Ladies rushed into the room and saw the mess she had shouted at you, to which you desperately pointed towards the man by the boxes and laid the blame on him.

The Court Lady hadn’t believed you, of course, alleging there was no one there, and urging you to go to the infirmary as you were clearly sick and hallucinating. But you weren’t, he was standing right there. That was your first real encounter with Jeongin, the one that, unbeknownst to you, gave you a taste of what your life would become moving forward.

“Come on, darling. It’s no fun if you don’t fight back!” Jeongin was pouting, crouching next to where you were kneeling, still shoving clothes into the basket.

You could feel your whole body tremble, feeling utterly helpless, his constant pranks had worn you down more than you would’ve liked to admit, that, coupled with the sheer amount of work you had around the palace these days with the upcoming royal wedding had a knot building in your throat. “I don’t have time for this, Jeongin”, you weakly murmured.

“Aw, come on. I haven’t even–”

“Stop it!” Your voice came out louder than you intended, but worst of all, you couldn’t help the sob that came right after, tears of frustration starting to pool in your eyes as you looked into his two-toned eyes. “Do you have any idea how much work I have now because of your stupid prank? I haven’t slept more than three hours each night for the past few months, Jeongin!”

It was odd, really. Jeongin was here to haunt you, to inconvenience you, but throughout the past year you had somewhat become used to his presence around you, so much so that you had formed a rapport of sorts. ‘You’re the first person I’ve haunted that has actually talked to me, like, talk talk, not just scream in fear. You must be insane’, Jeongin had told you once while you two were conversing under the moonlight. You remember that day had been particularly taxing, someone had attempted to poison the king–just as he deserved, honestly…–and the entire palace was distraught, or pretending to be distraught, at least. So, at night, you had gone to the most secluded area you could find in the woods, just sitting there, looking at the moon’s reflection on the stream. And somehow, in the quiet of the night, you and Jeongin simply started talking, almost like acquaintances.

That day–before the entire assasination attempt thing–Jeongin had thrown two rows of books off of the library’s shelves while you cleaned the space, snickering and cackling as you had to pick them all back up again, a fact you couldn’t stop but remember as you sat there talking with him. ‘You’re here all the time, and you’re too annoying to ignore’, you had told him back then, because it was the truth. You talked with him because he talked to you, and in a way, when he wasn’t pulling one of his stunts, it almost felt as if he was keeping you company.

Tears spilled freely from your eyes, quiet sobs escaping you here and there as you stared at Jeongin. He stared back at you, completely stone-faced now, the devilish smirk and the mischievous glint in his eyes now completely gone. This was the most serious you had ever seen him since you met him, but you were too hurt to think about it too much. “Just leave me alone, Jeongin. Even if just for tonight, please…”

Jeongin’s eyes jumped from one of yours to the other a few times, only to finally give you a minute nod. His body turned to smoke shortly after, suddenly disappearing from the room, and you couldn’t do anything other than cry and stare at the heaps and heaps of clothes. It was too much work, just too much for yourself alone, and you were having a full-on meltdown about it.

You weren’t sure how long you spent crying in that room, your chest burning with exertion and the lump in your throat growing heavier and heavier the longer you sat there. All you knew was that you woke up the next day curled up into a ball on the floor and that the heaps of clothes–all of them–were neatly folded on the shelf, smelling clean and fresh. Wow, you must’ve worked a lot last night, you couldn’t even remember doing all this. Stretching your limbs, you stood up, finally leaving the room to go freshen up and start your duties for the day.

The royal wedding certainly had everyone preoccupied around the palace, Crown Prince Seungmin was getting married to a princess from a faraway land, and everyone within the lowest ranks in the palace was speculating that someone would try to stop the wedding, some said through the assasination of either the Crown Prince or his betrothed, some said that the Crown Prince himself would run away… All this was pure palace gossip you had no interest in indulging in, as being imprisoned for treacherous tendencies was certainly not within your life-long plans.

Three days had passed since you last saw Jeongin, which oddly worried you. The longest you’d spent without seeing him was a day at most, so, to you, his sudden absence was strange. In a way, it was for the best, you had been able to carry out your tasks with ease, without any otherworldly delays, but after having experienced Jeongin’s antics for so long, the sudden absence of them made you realise how… Boring working at the palace was. Had it been like this before he started to haunt you? Maybe it had been, you had just been too focused on keeping your job at the time to notice.

It was only the next day that you saw Jeongin again, standing by a stack of wooden cups in the kitchen. He locked eyes with you, his serious expression contorting again as that familiar mischievous smile crept on his lips. Before you could stop it, he had already knocked over the stack of cups, the things clunking against each other as they rolled on the table–some of them even falling on the floor. Thankfully, you were alone, and the noise caused by the cups falling wasn’t that loud, so you could probably manage this without anyone bursting into the kitchen and calling you crazy or lazy or clumsy.

You simply sighed in response, shaking your head as you started to pick up the cups from the floor. “Was this really necessary?”

“I’m here to haunt you, remember?” Jeongin took one of the cups, walking over to pick up a jug of water and serving himself a glass. “You’re still cursed, my dear”.

“Lucky me…” You mumbled, stacking the cups again where they belonged. “Is there no way to get rid of this curse?”

You had asked Jeongin about it many times before, and each time he had given you the same answer ‘why would I tell you how to get rid of the curse?’ which, honestly, you could understand why he wouldn’t tell you about it. You weren’t sure what it was, but he was definitely getting something out of haunting you, that much was obvious to you, otherwise why would he keep this up for a year?

However, right now, when you asked him, his expression suddenly got serious. Again, there was that stone-faced Jeongin you had only seen a few days ago. He inhaled deeply, only to exhale right after. “The governor’s wife that cursed you… She’s been delving in dark magic” Jeongin’s words surprised you, for someone so deeply involved in the government to be practising witchcraft… If anyone found out, their titles would be revoked and she would definitely be burnt at the stake. “When she said those words, she cursed you for real, clearly. Which is why I’m here. And honestly, you’re kind of lucky that I was the one to answer her call…”

Jeongin moved, standing right in front of you, staring down at you with those mismatched eyes of his, staring so intensely you started to feel weak in the knees. “To break the demon curse… You would have to either destroy the caster’s altar, or…”

Jeongin trailed off, his eyes darting all around your face, as if he was debating whether to tell you or not. You wanted to know, needed to know, so you pressed him further. “Or…?”

“Or…” His eyes snapped back up to yours, staring deeply into yours once again. “You can get the demon to stop it”.

“So you could–!”

“But!” Jeongin interrupted you, bringing a finger up to signal you to stop talking. “It’s not easy, nor cheap to get demons to stop curses. You’d have to pay a hefty price”.

With a sigh, you returned to your cleaning duties, moving past Jeongin to the basin in the kitchen, so you could start washing the plates there. “Who knows where that woman’s altar would be… Plus, I don’t have any money, and somehow I don’t think you’d give me a discount”.

Jeongin was silent for a while, but you knew he was still there, you’d become used to his presence, so you could tell when he was or wasn’t around you. Suddenly, you felt warmth at your back, which made you tense and still your movements, your hands still submerged in the basin. Jeongin’s hands appeared in your field of vision, gripping the basin’s rim, caging you right there, between his body and the goddamned basin. There was space between your bodies still, he kept his distance enough for you to feel him there but not to touch you, and somehow, deep, deep within you, an intrusive thought was forming, a dangerous, dangerous thought, worming itself into your brain and making it hard for you to stay in place.

“Money’s of no use to demons, darling. The price for getting a demon to release the curse that’s been placed on you will differ from demon to demon, to be honest…” Jeongin’s tone was low, his breath fanned your neck, and you couldn’t help the shiver that ran down your spine. You hoped he hadn’t noticed, but considering how close you were the chances were slim. If he did notice, he didn’t say anything. “As for me, if you want me to, I’ll consider what that price might be, my dear”.

The sudden lack of his warmth once he retreated from your frame made your head spin, that is, until he talked again. “But until then, remember. You are cursed”, the water from the basin splashed upwards, soaking you from head to toe as a gasp left your mouth. You whipped your face back to stare daggers at him, but all you saw was his snickering form for a few seconds, until he disappeared under wisps of smoke.

You’d truly gone and done it this time. You weren’t sure how you allowed yourself to get in this situation again, but here you were, looking at your few belongings going down the river. It was that same governor again, the one whose wife had cursed you. You had no proof, but you knew it was the truth.

The day before, you had had another encounter with him. Once again, he was mistreating one of your friends, screaming at her and pushing her around for things you didn’t care about. All you cared about was just how unfair the entire thing was, so you got involved, getting between the man and your friend, even pushing him back and calling him an ‘abusive monster’. You should’ve known he would do something like this, if the look of disgust on his face and his words of ‘how dare you speak to me like that? Looks like someone must be punished, too’ were anything to go by.

You had taken your friend’s hand in yours and ran away from there as quickly as you could, but he had seen you, so now, you were paying the price. You couldn’t help but sob, the tears running freely down your cheeks as you stood there on the bridge. Oh, how you hated him… You hated that man more than you hated the king, which was saying something. But you were powerless, there was nothing you could do against someone like him, you were but a palace maid, after all. A palace maid with no money, no connections, no power…

Even in your emotionally broken state, you still felt Jeongin’s presence when he appeared next to you. You could feel his gaze burning as he stared at you, but you couldn’t look back at him, all you did was continue to cry as the last piece of your belongings got lost in the distance. Shutting your eyes tightly, you brought your hands to your face, sobbing and hiding from him and his searing gaze.

“I’ve thought about it”, Jeongin said abruptly. With the tears that clouded your vision, you could barely see his form when you opened your eyes and looked at him. “About the price to stop your curse. I know what I want in exchange”.

You hiccuped, unsure of why he was talking about this now of all times. “What does this have to do with anything?”

“It has everything to do with it, my dear. Everything”, Jeongin stepped into your space, and, to your utter bewilderment, he cupped your cheeks, his eyes intently scanning the features of your face.

It was odd for Jeongin to touch you. He hardly ever got this close to you, you could count the encounters with one hand–the first day when you woke up with him cuddled up in your arms, one night when you sat down by the Queen’s pond under the moonlight and he slung his arm over your shoulder in a friendly–or almost friendly–gesture, the other day when he almost, almost pressed his chest to your back… Had you always remembered these things in detail? Maybe you had… Your hands trembled slightly under his heavy gaze, loaded with so many emotions your teary eyes and racing mind could not even decipher any of them.

“Jeongin…?” Your voice was barely a whisper, the surprise of having his hands on you effectively stopping the tears from spilling from your eyes.

“I don’t like it when you cry”, he was dead serious, his fox-like eyes scrutinising every single feature on your face.

Your lower lip quivered slightly, tears threatening to fall again under his disapproving tone. “I can’t help it, Jeongin…”

“No, you don’t understand”, his hands tightened their hold on your cheeks, essentially forcing you to pout slightly. “I don’t like it when you cry. I can’t stand it”.

Confusion fell on your features, only for a moment, the expression replaced with that of shock as you suddenly felt Jeongin’s lips on yours, pressing a soft, brief, and almost shy kiss to your lips, making your heart do involuntary flips in your chest with the action. When Jeongin pulled back from your lips, his eyes were still dead serious, yet you couldn’t help but notice the slight pink tint on his cheeks, and the feel of his thumbs softly stroking your cheeks.

“You shouldn’t be crying, you’re too pretty to cry”.

You blinked slightly, the unshed tears that had pooled in the corners of your eyes falling with the motions, even when you suddenly didn’t feel like crying anymore. “So you… You think I’m ugly when I cry?”

“A bit, but I like you regardless”, he sounded so sure when he said it, and your jaw could’ve dropped to the floor right then and there.

“Jeongin you… You’re supposed to be haunting me. You’re supposed to be my curse. What are you talking about?”

“Do you really think what I’ve been doing this past year is what being cursed is truly like?” His thumbs wouldn’t stop moving, each stroke making you shiver, making your mind wander into those dangerous territories deep within you that you dared not acknowledge. “My dear, I’m an inconvenience at most. When I first met you, I knew I couldn’t curse you curse you. I had to, because that’s what demons do when summoned, but I couldn’t fully do it, you were too good of a soul for that. If I had, you most likely wouldn’t be alive right now”.

“…Thanks?” You couldn’t help but blink repeatedly, shocked at this sudden piece of information. Your brain was racing, looking back into the past year at incredible speeds as you dissected every single encounter with Jeongin–the ones you could vividly remember anyway. He appeared next to you every single day without fail, he’d be a nuance, he’d prank you, he’d tease you, he’d keep you company, he’d walk next to you at night chasing away any person you didn’t know, he’d talk you out of speaking out of line with officials, and he’d–oh… Oh.

“The governor…” Jeongin’s hands finally moved away from your face, settling on your shoulders, squeezing them lightly. “It’s about time he gets a taste of his own medicine”.

“I can’t do–”

“But I can”, a mischievous smile crept onto Jeongin’s lips. “I’ll do anything so you don’t cry anymore. I’ll ruin him, if that’s what you want. But you’d need to pay the price for me to stop your curse. If I do anything with the curse still in place, it could hurt you”.

“What’s your…” You gulped, your eyes jumping from his red one to his blue one a few times. “What’s your price?”

“Your heart”, his hands moved from your shoulders to your upper arms, gently squeezing the flesh there, the mischievous smile he had on his lips now turning to a sincere one. “Not literally, of course. But I want you for me, I want your affections. I think that’s a fair price to pay, considering you have already gotten mine, whether you planned it–wanted it–or not”.

Your hands trembled slightly as you reached for his arms, not to pull him away but just to get a hold of something–anything–sturdy to keep you up, since you suddenly felt light-headed. Was he… Was Jeongin confessing to you? Jeongin the demon? How could you have possibly endeared a demon enough for him to even consider breaking your curse? It was crazy, ludicrous, absurd… But the craziest, most ludicrous, most absurd part, was that–as you stared into his fox-like, two-toned eyes–you realised Jeongin had endeared you, too. He had all this time, even when he annoyed you sometimes, you liked his presence near you, close to you, more so than you ever did any other human.

Before you could even register what you were doing, your hands found the collar of his shirt, pulling him to you. His eyes went wide in surprise at the sudden movement, you saw it for only a second, though, as your eyes closed when your lips connected to his immediately after. A surprised yelp left Jeongin, his body tensing up and unmoving at the contact. His lack of response started to worry you, it made you think you had made a mistake, that you had misinterpreted his actions, but right as you were about to pull away from him, you felt his hand on the back of your head, tilting you ever so slightly to deepen the kiss as his lips started to move against yours.

His free hand found your waist, pulling you flush to him as his tongue swiped over your bottom lip. Your breath hitched in your throat at the contact, your lips parting slightly in surprise. Jeongin took advantage of the opening, sneaking his tongue in your mouth to shyly brush against yours. You had kissed people before, a handful of them, but never had anyone gotten their tongue inside your mouth. You’d only ever read about it in the adult novels you’d shamefully indulge in in the confines of your sleeping quarters, the novels that were filled to the brim with sinful words and fantasies that hardly ever reflected your cruel reality.

Your tongue pushed back against Jeongin’s firmly, eagerly, finding a rhythm as you continued to kiss. Your hands moved from where they held onto his shirt so your arms could cross around his neck and pull him closer to you as his arms wrapped around your waist. It was so much, it felt like so much, so much of Jeongin, and you felt fire burning in the pit of your stomach, you felt yourself craving him and his touch.

When your lips separated, you didn’t pull away, nor did Jeongin. You held onto each other, your faces still close to each other as your chests heaved and you panted lightly, looking into each other’s eyes, your gaze getting lost in those two-toned eyes of his that had plagued your mind since the first time you saw them.

“Jeongin…” Your voice was barely a whisper, your arms still holding onto him tightly.

“Hmm?” His arms tightened even more around your waist, as if he was trying to pull you even closer to him, as if he was trying to prevent you from leaving his hold.

“Is this part of the curse? The way that I’m feeling right now, are you doing this with your magic?”

Jeongin chuckled softly, smirking. “Who do you take me for? I don’t do shortcuts, my dear. At least not with this, there’s no fun in that. Besides, you think I would’ve asked for your heart if I could’ve influenced it like this with my magic?”

“I suppose not…” You had the overwhelming urge to kiss him, so you did, pressing a soft peck against his lips only to pull back right after. “But you are a demon, after all…”

“That I am”, Jeongin’s arms released their hold on you, only to let his hands find purchase on your waist, holding you tightly. “But I am your demon, after all”.

You looked deeply into his eyes in silence for a moment. This was crazy. It was nuts. But you realised then that regardless of your wish to make the governor pay, you were willing to give your heart to Jeongin, even if he gave you nothing in return. So you told him this, how you wanted for him to continue being your demon, as long as he wouldn’t make you work extra with his stupid pranks.

“But where’s the fun in that?” Jeongin chuckled, moving his hands to rest on the small of your back, tracing shapes there, having you shiver under his touch on those previously unexplored areas of your body. Sure, you had let people touch you, but not this… Creatively. People, men, usually had one goal in mind, there were only four places for them to touch and grope to reach that goal, rear, core, and breasts, and it wasn’t like they were particularly good at touching those.

As you let Jeongin hold onto you, you figured a demon had a broader imagination when it came to touching someone intimately. You’d lie if you said you weren’t trembling with excitement at the thought, realising then you would really let this demon do anything to you, anything to feed this fire burning bright inside of you. And possibly his, too.

“Direct your need to annoy people somewhere else, then”, your face came close to his once again, your mouth coming shy of his, not pressing a kiss yet, only for your lips to brush against his with every word you said. “Ruin him, Jeongin. Ruin the governor. Make him suffer for me… You already have my heart, you always had”.

Jeongin leaned in, connecting his lips to yours and sneaking his tongue inside your mouth in a heated kiss, groaning into your mouth. His hands greedily roamed the planes of your back, only to finally settle one on your nape and the other on the small of your back, pulling you impossibly closer to him, eliciting the most embarrassing sounds to spill from your mouth.

“I knew you were going to be fun, my dear”, Jeongin whispered against your mouth, pressing another peck to your lips. “I’ll give you anything you want. We’re going to have so much fun”.

“I can’t wait”, was all you could reply with a giggle as you reconnected your lips to his.

You had always been a moralistic person, a person that wanted justice to be made, even when you were considered nothing by those above you. But now, with Jeongin, you felt like you could do anything, like you could bring justice to this world. All as you enjoyed his company, his touch, and his affections. And you truly, truly could not wait.

Constructive feedback is always welcome and appreciated :)

#stray kids fantasy au #jeongin fanfiction #jeongin x reader #i.n fanfiction #i.n x reader #stray kids fanfiction #stray kids fanfic #skz fanfic #skz fanfiction #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #✨🌙✏

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tendertenebrosity · 4 months

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I hadn’t gotten many other visitors, while I lay recuperating in the infirmary.

Or any.

I lay there for hours, nothing much to occupy my mind except my failures and my resentment. A bitter black tide lapped through me, and I moodily let it sweep me back and forth. I was despised, disfigured, left here to hurt alone, and it was all so unfair I wanted to scream. I’d kept my oaths. I had served gladly, with all my heart, and this was my reward? This?

I’d failed, though. Made a mistake somewhere. This couldn’t be right; I had fucked up somewhere to end up in this position. If only I’d… I don’t know. Maybe if I’d handled the fight differently, called for help? At least then somebody else might have seen something. Made it so it wasn’t just my word against a weight of evidence and common sense.

My word counted for nothing. Apparently. Maybe somebody else’s would have meant more.

Or maybe, I thought, turning the lucky stone over and over in my fingers, somebody else would have just died. Maybe that would be what would happen the next time - whoever was on duty would be cut down by the black shadowy creatures that they might or might not be able to see.

Wouldn’t be my problem, I thought darkly. I’d be… I still hadn’t decided where I was going to go. Would anybody in this city hire me for anything? Should I change my name? Unfortunately, I had looked kind of distinctive even before this - being ‘the redhead’ was bad enough, and I doubted ‘the redhead with the scarred face, you know, the one who did those murders’ would be an improvement. I should leave the capital entirely.

When the palace was overrun with horror creatures, would they think back to me? Like, ‘oh, we guess Keldin was right after all, damn, argh argh ughh’.

Would my Prince think of me? Before he died?

I found my thoughts turning to my closest friend in the Royal Guard, Resina. At least, I’d thought she was my friend up until the trial. Maybe she still was, I hadn’t sorted out my feelings on that yet. She hadn’t come to see me here, anyway.

The second night I’d spent with Raiden, she’d caught me tiptoing out of his room in the grey dawn. It had been an inn room, a diplomatic trip - her and I assigned to the Prince’s guard detail together. I was trying to be discreet, since Raiden hadn’t said what he wanted yet, and - well, maybe that was always doomed to failure because I was me.

I’d frozen, shirt thrown over one shoulder and boots in my hand, and given her a sheepish grin. Well. Maybe equal parts sheepish and smug.

“I hope you know what you’re doing, Keldin,” she had said, with the grim air of somebody giving advice they knew was going to be ignored. I was used to getting that tone of voice from people.

I had hopped, trying to pull my boots on as I followed her down the inn’s stairs.

“Well, his highness didn’t have any complaints,” I said, low under my breath, with an exaggerated sultry look.

She sighed. “Try to think further than a week or two in advance,” she said. “I’m not saying do or not do anything, I’m just saying think. All right? Things could get messy.”

“Oh, I intend there to be a certain amount of mess, sure - ”

“Keldin.”

I laughed. Pulled my shirt on and did the final buttons up just as we entered the inn’s common room, which was sleepy and half full of Palace staff getting an early start. We’d need to stop talking about this before we got the the table where the other two people on our shift were.

“Look, just be careful,” she murmured. “If you get your heart broken, you can cry on my shoulder, and if your career goes down the drain, I’ll help you find a new job. But I’m going to be really fucking sarcastic while I do it.”

“A new job? Whoa, lighten up, I’m not that bad in…” I broke off at another severely unimpressed look from her. The table was approaching. “Look, thanks, Rez, but I’ve got it handled, all right? I’m a big boy and I can look out for myself. Besides,” I added, quickly, “Prince Raiden would never do anything wrong or unfair, so I’m not worried!”

Now, as I lay with my charm clutched in my fist and my neck getting really goddamn tired of lying on my front, I wondered if she’d known even then. Known that soon my whole heart would belong to the prince, completely and irrevocably. My heart, my mind, my body, all of it was his and there was nothing I could do about it.

Even if, apparently, he viewed me as… a dalliance.

I turned his words over and over in my head. Like itching at my stitches, which the healer had already warned me against doing several times. Raidan’s voice echoed in my head. That’s an inappropriate insinuation. You presume too much. You were exactly what I needed, for a while. You’ve always been devoted. You deserve that much from me.

The distance and chill of ‘my sincerest good wishes’ wormed its way into my heart like a splinter.

I was such an idiot. What had I thought? That he felt the same level of emotion I did, that his heart was mine? That I was all bound up in his insides the way he was in mine? I think I had known he didn’t.

But, we’d been together for well over a year now. He’d never taken anybody else into his bed, that I knew. He had kissed me with fond possessiveness, been happy for his household and his friends to know about me, given me gifts - given me fond nicknames - I’d thought - I’d thought -

I assumed that Resina’s offer of a shoulder and sarcasm was no longer on the table.

I was abruptly both impatient and kind of disgusted with myself. A threat to the royal family I’d sworn my whole life to was lurking in these halls as I lay here, and all I could think about was my own broken heart? What, did I think Raidan’s nonexistent love for me changed anything about my duty?

I held the stone and let my eyes wander around what parts of the room I could see. Nothing strange. No idea if my leg wound would still look weird and gross; I couldn’t twist far enough to see. But if more of those things were around, would I be able to see them? When other people couldn’t?

What if the plan was never to overrun the palace and kill people, but to… infiltrate?

Maybe if Raidan had taken the stupid fucking thing like I’d begged him to, I would have been able to leave. Not satisfied, but at least knowing that I’d given him all the protection I could.

He hadn’t taken it. He didn’t want it. He didn’t want me.

“Well, tough, your highness,” I said aloud, my voice very loud in the empty room. “I’m not going anywhere.”

#Keldin #fantasy whump #flashback #backstory #post-whipping #this is a glimpse of Kel's real personality when he's not having the most traumatic week of his life

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iu-jjang · 2 years

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[FANCAFE] 220923 From.IU - To uaenas returning to their daily lives

Hello uaenas,

I’m on the plane now.

I woke up from a nap and everyone else is sleeping. There’s still four hours left for the flight. I had a pretty good sleep on the plane so my condition is good and perhaps because I’m in mid-air, I’m feeling emotional and opened my memo pad (T/L note: notepad app) to write a letter to uaenas.

Including myself, our uaenas would have returned to their one-two (T/L note: routine) daily lives after a very festival-like weekend.. (some of us may still have our souls wandering about Jamsil 😌)

How is IU doing? What’s she thinking about now that the concert is over? Is she happy? Sad?

I thought some of you might be curious about that keke so I decided to share with uaenas my epilogue for a concert after 3 years.

What I regretted the most was that I wasn’t able to talk to uaenas much because the concert runtime was a bit shorter than my usual concerts. I wanted to see the audiences’ faces a bit more and take my time to ask everyone how things are, but it felt short compared to the long wait right? 🥲 ( I even thought it would be fun to have a talk concert to just exchange conversations with uaenas for 2 hours.)

Despite the hot weather, everyone cheered hard beneath their masks and sang along and even if they looked a little tired, made eye contact with me with smiling expressions like they were about to cry, as if we made a promise and that was very very very veryyyyy beautiful to me, I was so so so touched and even now, I really really really want to see that again!!

I felt like your expressions were telling me, “I’m just here to see you. It’s great for us to be here together. You don’t need to try too hard,”

so I really did my best 🔥🔥😡🔥🔥keke

That’s something I wanted to tell the audience too. Ah as I’m writing this, is this the reason why all of you cheered so hard? 🫢 Trying to be considerate towards each other actually stimulated (me) further?? 🫢🫢kekeke It was the best, seriously. Thank you for showing the best audience manners. Also, I’m not just saying for the sake of saying this, but all of you sing so well… it’s crazy… That’s really the pride of my concert! Perfect gender ratio, perfect audience sing-along.. You’re going to even harmonise with each other next time right.. 🥹

Ah shall I tell you something really amazing? Among all my concerts, I suffered the least!! backlash from this concert.

There’s almost no feeling of emptiness or loneliness. Rare, isn’t it? It was the biggest scale concert that I had prepared for the longest time. But it’s not like I feel refreshed or relieved either.. It just feels like I came back from a really exciting amusement park last weekend? “I’ve got to go there again next time~~ My friends enjoyed it too, ah it was really fun😙” that sort of feeling keke Of course, from Monday to Tuesday, I was totally drained. 🫠

I spent two days in a dreamy state no matter how much I slept and it felt like I wasn’t getting hydrated enough no matter how much I drank. On Wednesday, I came back to my senses and read some concert reviews and news articles that felt awesome, the fancams that some people risked being thrown out of the concert venue to film.. actually filming is not allowed, though honestly I had a look at some of the very well-taken fancams (But Edam is working hard to edit some video.. coughcoughclipbeuraycough nexxxxtttweektheysaidsomethingwouldbeoutclipcough..

The Good Day stage looks honestly stunning in 4K video though… I hope it survives (the editing process) 🥺)

For this concert in particular, I saw many reviews saying, “I was really happy.” Seeing the traces one by one left behind from the most magnificent weekend in my life, rather than feeling empty and sad, I myself was surprised by how I was honestly feeling happy, that’s how absolutely happy I felt!! 🥹

I was glad that my family (especially my dad), people close to me and the staff who have been there with me throughout almost all my concerts were very satisfied with the outcome and many people said the fanchants, audience singing and lightsticks were amazing too, which made me feel very!! proud🐥

As I was preparing for the concert, it made me feel particularly small, so I was really worried that I would feel empty after the concert.. but I felt like all the gaps were filled up after that instead. The same goes for my confidence!

I’ve mentioned it a few times, but this concert is really a concert that really a lot of people worked hard for.

During the wrap-up party after the concert, many people cried.

Those who believed in me and suggested the Seoul Olympic Stadium concert venue at the start, the production team with a greater ambition than me and turned many wishes into reality, my band, dancers and orchestra members that I exchange support with by eye contact, without moving our lips, Edamies who worked overtime for two months without complaint to prepare the greatest concert atmosphere of all time, our music director and console team who find ways no matter what to protect my self-esteem whenever I lose confidence, my talented hair makeup and styling team lightning quick fingers and magic touch, my security team that breaks into a sweat to give their full material and emotional support beyond their duties and the concert staff running around to ensure that the show goes smoothly whether in the rain or sun..

Perhaps they even felt more pressure than me as they made preparations. Everyone else was crying except me..🥹

It was not just the love I received from the audience on the concert day, but as I was preparing for the concert that I really felt the consideration and love that I have been receiving, which made me feel sorry and grateful and emotional.

That’s why even after the concert, there’s no way for emptiness to make it’s way into me, I’m in a densely filled and fulfilled state!! 🔥

Ah I spent two hours typing this..!

I’ll continue after having some of the inflight meal!!

(I had the braised mackerel.

And I had some ramen just now too!

My appetite is coming back!!🔥🔥🔥)

Ah now that I’ve had my meal, we’re almost reaching Italy.

I’m lucky that my schedule allows me to spend a few more days in Italy with my family after my activities in Italy. I’ll share any pretty pictures I manage to take while in Italy!!

I’ve got to upload this post the moment I reach. It’s late at night now in Korea, so most of you are asleep, so have a good sleep and I hope you enjoy reading this post later on your way to work or to school. Those who are still awake, please go to bed after reading this post. 😌😌

During my 30th anniversary concert in future, we would gather and be like, “Back then! We were crazy~”, “I mean, 40,000 people sang Love Poem together then keke” and I think we made some great memories there.

Our heroic exploits and love stories

We’re collecting them well right? 🔥

I think many uaenas would be having post concert withdrawal symptoms, meeting for a short time after such a long wait.

As promised during the concert, our next meeting won’t take as long, so don’t feel too sad. Until the day we meet again, take care of yourself ok?!

Thanks so much, uaena

I’ll be back soon!!

I’m going into transit now.

My fireflies, please have a peaceful night ❤️

Translated by IUteamstarcandy

#IU #fancafe #from.IU

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rawrsatthetree · 2 months

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Idk how people can make dedicated content for their tav. I have a new Tav every month that I focus on and make a whole story for and ultimately drop for the next Tav to infect my mind.

Anyways my current Tav of the month is a human oath of devotion Paladin with an urchin background who’s an AU version of my dark urge where they aren’t a Bhaalspawn and got to grow up with their foster family instead.

Ala'onna (An Elven name that means keeper of harmony). 26 years old.

They were adopted by their dads, a 300 year old retired paladin dwarf and a 650 year old retired ranger elf, who run a bakery on the outskirts of Riften. They always dreamed of growing up to be an adventurer like their dads, inspired by their many bedtime tales. They spent their childhood running around the lower city and exploring the sewers getting into trouble while their Vul (dwarf dad) would sell baked goods from his cart. They got mixed up with some ruff kids and learned how to swindle and steal. One day a strange pale girl with even paler eyes joined their little group of would be thieves. Everything was fun and games until this strange girl killed one of their friends, pushing him from one of the high city walls and watching with glee as he splattered on the cobblestone below. They watched in anger as flaming fists just shrugged it off and refused to even acknowledge those most in need of protection. They vowed to work hard to become a real hero that would protect everyone who was in need, even those others deem unworthy of protection.

They were on their way back to the city after an adventure to check on their Vul and Ada when they got snatched up by the mindflayers.

When the party got to Baldur’s Gate they were super excited to introduce all the companions to their fathers however they had both decided come out of retirement and went off to fight the Absolute’s army.

They don’t recognize that the pale girl from their childhood was Orin but they do admit she seems hauntingly familiar. They were a bit too young to run around in the same circle as Karlach and a little too low-class to play with Wyll. They had bumped into Astarion before, on a night they were out far later than they were supposed to be, they were dared to pick pocket him since he looked wealthy and stupid. He frightened them off flashing his fangs and glowing red eyes threatening to drain them dry if they didn’t piss off. They refused to sleep alone for the next month waking up from nightmares of a vampire trying to bite them in their sleep. Astarion doesn't remember, but they do. They don't just recognize he's a vampire that night when he tried to bite them, but specifically the vampire that haunted their nightmares as a child.

They think they tread the line of an oath breaker but, for all their grey morality, they always stand up to evil. Even if their definition of evil is a little more fluid and grey. They try not to judge creatures based on what they are or people based on their background. "Stealing is ok, the real evil is the rich that let you starve"; "maybe goblins wouldn't be like that if people treated them with kindness and respect" that sort of thing. This does make them very naive, they're open mind getting in the way when they really shouldn't trust or give people a chance. They fight with themselves to see the good in the world, for them it's a choice they make, in spite of everything. They tend to shoulder too much, when bad things happen it's their fault. They should have been stronger, they should have been quicker, they should have known better.

They actually have a really low constitution for a paladin, it's only 11. Yes they still always use compel duel, yes they go down every other fight, yes Astarion is loosing his mind over his knight in shining armor with a death wish. They also have laughably low wisdom (8) and intelligence (9).

Growing up everyone thought they were actually half dwarf because they're 5'3" and kind of stocky. They're not really self conscious or anything, they know they're muscular (18 strength) and their chubbiness is just proof of being raised in a loving home with good food and lots of bread (their Vul taught them this).

They're Ada was a little more distant from them than their Vul that dotted on them constantly. Not that he didn't love them as much, but being 660 years old will make you a little distant or so their Vul told them. They wouldn't say they have daddy issues since their Vul is also their dad, more specifically they Elf daddy issues. They are embarrassingly desperate for attention and validation from specifically Elven men. Astarion is blissfully unaware of this, of course they want his approval that's what he's manipulating them for. Halsin however knows.

They're not fluent but they can speak and understand a bit of Elvish and Dwarfish as well as some thieves chant.

Their second highest stat is charisma and they love to sing. They swear they should have been a Bard but the schooling is much more expensive than some starter armor, a sword, and an oath.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #bg3 tav #baldurs gate tav #baldurs gate 3 tav #my tav #tav #bg3 oc #baldurs gate 3 oc

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sailor-cerise · 2 months

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Since I don't see exhaustive examples of what types of support low support needs might entail, I've put mine below. The vast majority of my struggles are from my autism, but my physical disabilities and ADHD also contribute.

The reason I share this is to help people think more deeply about what "supports" means, and understand the different support levels.

Examples of tasks I need significant help with:

Handling any maintenance or repair tasks. I can and have done things like called a plumber, but I cry afterwards and am shaky and on edge the entire time they are on the phone or in my room/house. I have the capacity to do this a few times a year, spread far apart, which is typically much lower than the number of times I need this done. This includes car maintenance, which my partner helps me with.

Doing my taxes. I literally cry while downloading my W2 for my partner to do our taxes, and have had a panic attack because I needed to find an email receipt for tax purposes.

Paying a bill. Best case scenario it's something I can pay online, but I still cannot do more than one at a time and greatly benefit from emotional and logistical support.

Any other financial stuff: transferring money between accounts, managing investments, etc. I log into my accounts and my partner does things for me. I recently gave them access to most accounts now so they can do this without the first step and this one is scary to me but has been so so beneficial. We've been together about 15 years and they always ask permission and tell me specifics. Be careful who you trust with this if you have any choice.

House cleaning. I can do more than my severely physically disabled mother could when I was growing up, but not much. My partner also struggles here but we help each other.

Making decisions. I can decide what to eat and things related to my special interests (e.g. what book to read) for myself, but I really struggle deciding what color of sheets to get, alternatives to grocery brands when one is out of stock, how to cut my hair, which route to take while driving, which parking space to use, etc. and truly cannot do anything bigger (color to paint the kitchen, replacement water heater brand). I will completely shut down.

Examples of things I can do mostly independently (after having put in lasting supports with help from my partner and/or with significant effort). This is what makes me low support needs rather than medium: I can do these things.

Buy groceries (I order online and pickup curbside)

Make food for myself (I cannot reliably prepare food for anyone else)

Shower (I have a blue tooth speaker that I have a hard time showering without, and am able to shower 1-3 times a week)

Driving (sometimes I cannot drive due to physical issues)

Make and attend doctor's appointments (this one is mostly practice and saving up energy for it. I haven't been able to get support for this)

Take my medications (I have set up various systems that work well for me)

Renewing my prescriptions and picking them up (this is super hard and draining and I wish I had more supports for it, but it's something my partner struggles with too)

Working. I have so many accomodations here it's a separate long post. This includes work-related communication (often quite complex)

Ambulating. Sometimes I cannot walk more than a few steps. This is not from my autism.

Changing clothes. I hate doing this and would do it way less often than is appropriate if I did not have a partner that would be bothered by that

Brush my teeth. Oohhh boy this one took me most of my 33 years to sort out, and needed help from one of my best friends. Children's unsweetened toothpaste and ultra soft brushes are essential.

Flossing my teeth. Specific brand and type of floss, one in every room, and I'm actually good at it then. Really really proud of this one.

Brushing my hair. It's a whole Thing for me and I don't do it as often as I should but I can do it.

Making plans with friends or family. This is really hard and my mother helped me with it until she died and now I have some friends who are able to support me in this and I so appreciate them. My partner handles family plans mostly because most of my family is dead or lives very far away.

Speaking on the phone or in writing outside of work contexts. This is very very hard for me. I can do in person okay.

Socializing. This is very very hard for me but I do like it sometimes and have worked hard my whole life to be good at it. I tend to get along with people in a shallow manner.

Going into a crowded space. I need hearing protection (earplugs or headphones), and cannot do it for long periods. I handle it much better when I have a person with me, but hit my limit quickly.

Things I can do most days with no supports (most bADLs):

Basic in-person verbal communication, including limited quantities of small talk

Small purchases (cup of coffee, new book, etc.)

Toileting and continence

Going to bed and waking up

Remembering to eat and the act of eating

Drinking water

Get some gentle exercise of some sort, even just stretching in bed

Participate in one of my special interests. Any limitations here are usually from my physical disabilities, though I've lost this ability during autistic burnout before.

I am also fortunate to be capable of dealing well with emergencies (car accidents, injuries, de-escalation of a dangerous situation, pet emergencies, flooding), though like most people I break down if there are too many in a row. This isn't on any of the IADL lists I've seen, but I personally think it should be.

Reference:

#Low support needs #Meaning of supports #Autistic #Autistic adult #late diagnosed autistic #autism #AuDHD #Long post #Personal stuff

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pandoras-prada · 1 year

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Summary: Y/n father doesn’t like Neteyam because he isn’t all Na’vi. He doesn't mind you hanging out with the other sully kids because he knows you don’t have romantic feelings for them. Neteyam is nothing but respectful until y/n father declines Neteyam’s wishes to mate you (he’s used to getting his way). Your love is forbidden, but y/n only wants to be with him. There will be consequences. Sort of inspired by Southside, a song by Llyod ft Ashanti

Characters: Neteyam (21) x y/n (19) y/n’s family, slight Jake, slight Lo’ak

Warnings: NSFW, Characters aged up, mentions of mating, kissing, p in v, cream pie, cursing, breast play, kissing,

Authors Notes: I’m so sorry if this story sucks. I did not proofread at all. Please let me know what improvements I need to make.

"Why do I have to keep telling you, I don't want you seeing him again!" Your father yells, as you walk past him to your room. " Why can’t I hang out with him? You’re fine with me hanging out with his siblings, it doesn’t make sense!" Turning on your heel, hand on your hip. "I'm your father and what I say goes! It doesn't have to make sense to you. You are my child, and you still live under MY roof. You need to lose your attitude, while talking to me. I’m not one of your little friends" he's sick of you deifying him, flat out ignoring his bans. You growl with displeasure, turning again to your room. You lay on your mat crying. Your ears flick, hearing a knock on your wall. Turning to see your sister watching you concerned. "Is everything okay, y/n?" she asks seeing the tears fall from your eyes. "Why does he keep treating me like child? I'm 19! An adult." She walks over, sitting beside you, " you're his little girl. You may not be a child, but you are still the youngest and he wants what's best for you."

Laughing dryly at your sisters’ words "how would he know what's best for me? How does he know Neteyam isn't the best choice for me? He doesn't do anything I don't want." Your sister’s eyes widen. "Y/n, a- are you sleeping with him?" Her tone high with question. You wipe at your tear-stained face, realizing what you just said. Shrugging your shoulders, you look away from her too embarrassed to look her in her eyes. "A few times." You nod biting your lip. Your sister giggles at your shyness. "Oh, look at little miss perfect going against daddies wishes." She teases you. You scrunch your nose and bare your teeth. "Can you leave me alone, please?" Getting to her feet she looks down at you, "Fine but if father finds out he's going he's going to lose his mind." She walks out of your room, leaving you with your thoughts. You sit on your mat, knees pulled to your chest. It's a wonder how nobody has figured out the secret you and Neteyam hold. Especially the first night of hooking up with him. You came home with deep purple marks all over your neck and chest. You walked slightly different because he had your legs pushed behind your head for a while. You had bite marks all over your inner thighs, but nobody noticed. You decide you are going to continue ignoring your father’s wishes and keep seeing the love of your life. You lie back on your mat, the sadness draining the last of your energy. Your eyes fall shut as you doze off.

The next morning you wake early before everybody else. You gather your things that you will need for the day and head out to do your morning chores. The earlier you get them done the earlier you get to sneak in some time with Neteyam. Your gathering skills proving to be successful. You walk back to camp with a basket filled with fruits and nuts. The sun is high in the sky now showing that it is late morning, almost noon. The walk to your tent was peaceful until you hear two men yelling. You approach your tent cautiously, not sure what's going on. As you get closer, you make out the figures, freezing immediately. "You stay away from her!" Your father spits, poking Neteyam in the chest. You watch in horror. "I will mate y/n, if you like it or not. I only came here to be respectful to you. We love each other and we don't need your approval." Neteyam stands his ground, back straight, chest puffed out, muscles flexing. "I won't allow it to happen. My daughter will not be with a half breed!" Your father spat, shoving Neteyam back some. He was a little intimidated by the young man's stature. Neteyam hisses his annoyance but backs down from your father. Stalking off pissed from the interaction. Your feet moving on their own towards your tent. You can't believe what you just saw or heard. "Y/n, get in here now!" You father demands fuming, face purple with anger. You walk timidly towards your father still looking to Neteyam stalk off. Your father clears his throat, waiting for an explanation. Looking back at him confused "what's going on?" He shoves a finger in your face "You know EXACTLY what's going on. You had him come here, knowing I don't want you anywhere near him. I forbid you from seeing him and the rest of his family for that matter." He finishes, huffing at you, throwing his hand towards the tent for you to go inside. You walk past him, placing the forgotten basket of goods on the table, walking to your room. Your head held high not wanting him to see you break. Once in the safety of your room you crumble to the floor. Tears flowing freely from your eyes. You wallow in self-pity for a few days, refusing to be in the same room as your father. Only coming out of your room once he's gone for the day.

Neteyam hasn't seen you in a week. He hasn't been able to focus on any of his duties. While spare training, he was stuck in his head, allowing Lo'ak to sweep his legs out from underneath him. "What is going on with you" Lo'ak asks surprised he was able to land a blow to his perfect brother. "Nothing I want to talk about. Come at me" Neteyam says ending the conversation before it started, hands up ready to continue their training. Lo'ak throws a few punches, blocking each one until his mind drifts back to you. "Fuck!" Neteyam's hand flies up to his lip. Tongue probs the fresh cut, lapping the blood. He looks up at his brother eyes narrowed. "Hey, you should have blocked that punch" Lo'ak exclaims with his hands up in defense. Jake sees the whole thing and walks to his eldest. "What has gotten into you, boy? I've never seen you so distracted." Neteyam shakes his head, staying silent. "Don't give me that shit. You need to straighten up." Jake says,concerned for his son; he places his hand on his back leading him to a quite spot to talk. "What is going on with you?" He asks again. This time Neteyam answers with his head hanging low. " I asked y/n's father if she could be my mate, but he said ‘no’ because I'm not full Na'vi." He crosses his arms ashamed that he is letting it get to him. " I love her, I can't see myself with anybody else." Jake was speechless, shocked that anybody in his clan would feel that way about him or his children, after everything they have been through. "I will talk to him an-" "No" Neteyam says sternly cutting his father off. "No, I will handle it." Looking at his son's saddened face, he just sighs. "If that's what you want. I won't interfere." Neteyam nods, walking back to camp.

"Y/n..." You look around your room hearing you name. "Hello?" You say getting up from your mat. 'Y/n, it's Neteyam. Come outside." You leave your room sneaking around the tent trying not to be seen. It's well after eclipse and if your father catches you, he'd surely kill you. You make it outside without anyone noticing. You circle to where your room would be and see Neteyam resting on the balls of his feet, still trying to lure you outside. You smirk "What are you doing?" You cross your arms over your chest and cock a hip. His head almost rolling from his shoulders at your voice. "You scared me!" He accuses you, chuckling that you actually made him jump. "Oh, the mighty warrior got scared?" You teased. "Seriously though, what are you doing here? My father will kill you if he sees you." Obviously happy to see him but you can't help but question his sanity. "I had to see you. I've missed you so much. I've missed having you beside me when we're alone." He stops, grabbing your hand "I need you... Us" you look deep in his eyes. Knowing his feelings, you pull his hand leading him away from your tent. He follows close behind you almost stepping on your heels. He's just eager to spend time with you. It felt like a lifetime since he's seen you. He knows exactly where you are leading him. You both have a private spot not too far from camp. Neteyam sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, watching your hips sway as you walk in front of him. Tail swooshing fast behind him and eyes heavy lidded, excited to be alone with you. You finally reach the single tree that stands in a lush green meadow. It's beautiful but you both are always to consumed in each other to admire the scenery you use as a hook up spot. "Y/n..." your own name sounds different this time. It sounds more longing. "I've missed you so much." His hand caresses the curve of your cheek while the other rests on your waist. "I've missed you too." A striking smile on your face. You stick your finger in the front waistband of his loin cloth. Shivers go up his spin as you pull him closer, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. You kiss his sweet spot, drawing a groan from his throat. Reluctantly, he grabs your shoulders, pulling your body off of his. "What happened last week" he starts but you cut him off. "Neteyam, don't let him get to you. I know if he knew you, he'd understand our love. Please, let's not ruin this time we have together talking about my father." You pout running your finger along his toned chest, down his muscled stomach, resting your hand back in the waistband of his thin covering. His body goes rigid with anticipation. He had no intentions of stopping. He wasn't threatening your father that night, he was promising him. His thoughts going dark, he grabs you by the nape of your neck. Pulling your head back, he shoves his tongue in your mouth. You take him in willingly, happy to taste him again. His hands move smoothly, swiping your chest covering to the side. He takes a full breast into his hand, massaging it with slight pressure and rubs his callused thumb over your already erect nipple. You let a moan fall into his mouth, the desire fully taking over your body.

You press up against him offering yourself to him. You pull away, lungs burning for air. Your chest heaves further into his hand as his lips attach to your neck. He nips at the flesh as he moves down the column of your throat, leaving a trail of saliva in his wake. He bites hard where your shoulder meets your neck, making you yelp at the slight pain. His tongue slithers over the wound he just caused to soothe the ache. Neteyam starts moving awkwardly, trying to readjust his straining cock. The rutting of his hips making your cunt drip. "I smell how much you need me." He whispers in your ear. Whimpering, you clamp your thighs, trying to hide your arousal. Forgetting your breast all together, his hand travels down your front below your cloth, forcing your legs apart. His finger traces along your slit, finger already covered in your slick. Seeking friction, you buck your hips, making his finger slide into you with ease. You roll your hips fucking yourself on his hand. He tests another finger at your entrance, your pussy sucking it in. He bites his lip at the site of you using him. Your eyes roll back as he spreads his fingers in scissoring motion. Neteyam has you in a complete mess when his fingers curl in a beckoning motion taping at the soft spongy spot. His thumb finds your clit desperate to get you off before he fucks you. His thumb rubs firm, tight circles on your bundle of nerves. "Neteyam" you moan, feeling the building pressure."Neteyam, I need your cock" You grab a handful of him. His hips spasm from the hold you have on him. Ignoring your pleas, he pushes his third and final finger in, pumping them in and out. The sound of your squelching pussy driving him mad. Your head thrown back, mouth open as the pressure releases with a force all over his hand and lower stomach.

Neteyam finally had enough of the teasing and works at the knots that are tied around your back. Growing intolerant of the knots not coming undone, he curses the fabric that keeps your sex from him and rips it from your body. You gasp in shock. "So impatient." His only response is a nod, now concentrating on his own knots. The knots tied at his back coming undone with ease, he lets it fall to the ground. Cock standing at attention, the moment it's liberated form it's confines. The mushroom tip already dripping with precum. You run a finger along the pulsing veins that run the length of his cock. He bucks his hips into your hand, cock needy for attention. Neteyam has other things on his mind. Though he would love for you to play with his cock, it's not what's on the agenda for tonight. He kneels on the ground, pulling you along with him. Pressing a passionate kiss to your lips again, you lie back on the soft, thick, grass. "I see you." He whispers, pulling back, looking into your lidded eyes. His face mirroring yours, you cup his cheek, "I see you, Nete.". You shove his shoulder until his back is met with the ground. You straddle his narrow hips, placing your hands on his defined chest. He sits up grabbing your wrists to rest them over his shoulder. His nose nuzzled yours as he reaches back for his queue, pulling it forward. Presenting it to you silently, the tendrils stretch out searching for a connection. You enclose your fingers on your queue pulling it forward, prepared to be with him for the rest of your life. Guiding his tendrils to yours, they connect smoothly. You both gasp at the newfound bond with dilated pupils. You rock your aching cunt on the length of his cock, ready for the ride of your life. You start bouncing on his thick cock, breast swaying as you move above him. " y/n, take it easy." He tells you, his release threatening to spill already. Your pace slows to a lazy rock. Neteyam places his hands on your hips, dragging you along his length slow and steady. Each pass of your hips over his pelvis brushes over your throbbing clit.

Neteyam, now growing impatient, starts bucking into you with powerful thrusts. The bond has him completely feral. His nails dig into your hips. lifting you almost completely off of him, then just as his tip is about to pop out, he pulls you back onto him fully. You have your head thrown back in pure pleasure. His thick heavy cock continuously filling you up fully. His eyes darting to where your bodies are connected, he watches as his glistening cock slides out of you, just to be pulled back in. He can feel your pussy walls tighten around him, ready to let loose. “Come for me y/n.” he breathes looking up at you. He admires your beauty as you ride his cock. Your skin shines bright with a light sheen of sweat, eyebrows knitted together from pleasure, and mouth slightly agape as you pant slightly.

You reach your hand between your legs, immediately rubbing circles on your clit as he continues to violently pound into you. Your body begins to jerk with the amount of pleasure going through you. The pressure in your lower abdomen, to much for you to hold back anymore. Your hips bare down on his pelvis as your orgasm rips through your body with great force. Your arousal soaks your thighs and Neteyams lower body. His eyes widen with astonishment. Neteyam plants his feet flat on the grass to get better traction as he starts bucking hard, chasing his own high. You reach your hand behind you to caress his balls delicately, juggling them in one had with expertise. He throws his head back as his cock twitches inside you. The veins in his cock start to pulsate and balls tighten as his release squirts from his tip, painting your insides. His hips continue to rock slowly into you as your pussy milks every last drop of his seed from him.

You lay lazily on top of him both exhausted. His hands rub small circles on your lower back and kisses your forehead. Propping yourself up to look at him properly. You lean in gently and press your soft lips to his. He rises up slightly to deepen the kiss. He pulls back looking you in the eyes, “We need to tell your father.” You sigh, “We will tell him in the morning. Right now, is for us.” You rest your head in the crook of his neck. He wraps his arms around you and leans back. You both drift off to the sound of each other’s heart beats and feeling the love you share for one another through Tsaheylu.

At first light you and Neteyam walk back to camp hand in hand. Whispers start as the people see you both. Some looked happy for you and some gave you jealous glares, knowing they will never have a chance with the golden one. Your father comes into view the further you walk into camp, his head snapping when he hears your name being associated with Neteyam’s. “Y/n, what is going o?, I told you I forbid you from seeing him!” You raise your head high “We are mated before Eywa and what you say doesn’t matter anymore.” Neteyam grips your hand tighter when he sees your father tense with anger. He takes a step between you and your father to shield you from his disapproving gaze. Tugging you along with him, you go into your family tent to gather your things. Your grab everything you need quickly. Hearing your father approaching your room, you grab Neteyam’s hand and rush past your father not wanting to press the situation any further.

“Everything, will be okay, my love.” Neteyam cups your cheek lovingly. “I know, I have you. You are everything I ever wanted.” You say, turning your head to kiss his palm.

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