#not sure why it took me so long to realize that

[norris55s]

the summer i turned pretty - charles leclerc & arthur leclerc

a reader x charles leclerc & arthur leclerc love triangle, pt. 2

pt. 1

warnings: none other than angst?

a/n: a million years later here is part 2 but it’s not over ladies and gentlemen! i hope it doesn’t suck lol. part 3 will come. also i’ve now added charlotte siné as the fc for practical purposes!

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Day 4

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As I opened the door, terrified at who I was going to see behind it, I met Charles’ bloodshot eyes staring daggers into mine.

“Y/N, let’s talk, please. I screwed up, but let me explain,” he quickly said before I could even mutter a word.

I was still as speechless as I had been last night. Without a word, I moved aside to let him in my room, but he shook his head and insisted on talking to me at the beach. I just obliged, trying my best to be quiet around the house so as to not wake anyone up.

As soon as we arrived on the shore, Charles invited me to sit down and I once again just obliged. My heart was pounding on my ears and I felt like it would jump out of my body at any second.

“I feel like I should start at the beginning,” Charles said, while I looked to the sea instead of looking at him.

“I’ve always loved you. There has always been something about you that comforts me and makes me happy. I just didn’t realize how deep it went until last summer, when I realized that you kissing Antoine ruined the entire season for me.”

I tried to recall any reaction from Charles when I hooked up with Antoine last year that could’ve been a sign, but I found nothing in my memories. I was too busy sulking over the fact that he didn’t and would never like me, but I had been proved wrong 365 days later. The words were in my head but they didn’t make sense. Why would Charles Leclerc like me, much less love me?

“I’ve tried to avoid it, I’ve tried to think nothing of it, I’ve tried to deny it and it’s been no use.”

The irony of me doing the same thing for years was not lost on me. How I have pined for years not realizing he spent some of that time feeling the same way was borderline funny.

“Will you please look at me?” Charles asked with a hint of desperation in his voice, making it impossible for me to deny his request even if I knew any resolve or strength I had left in me would evaporate the minute my eyes met his.

The butterflies in my stomach felt like a swarm of wasps, and I’m sure the blush in my face evidenced it. Charles’ green eyes, the object of all my hidden wishes for as long as I could recall, stared into mine looking to decipher my emotions.

I wished I could say he found nothing but love, but in between all those beautiful feelings of loving and being loved in return, I could still sense a wretched feeling of disappointment.

“Why didn’t you tell me this before?” a stronger voice than expected called him out. All this time he had to know I felt the same way, but he let me believe there wasn’t a chance in hell he could care about me beyond a friendship.

“It took me too long to even understand it. Even then, I couldn’t justify changing your life on a crush, or hurt you and ruin it all. I still don’t know if I can justify it, but I know I can’t stand it anymore. I love you and I’m done pretending I don’t, or that you don’t love me too.”

When I searched into his eyes, all I could find was sincerity. And it was enough for me to jump into the deep end, leaning closer to him in hopes he would initiate the kiss I’ve desperately wanted for far too much time.

He granted my wishes, placing both of his hands on my neck to connect our lips. It was just like I imagined it.

Soft, passionate, unrushed, warm. I felt the fireworks that everyone speaks of go off in my head, and I just knew Charles felt them too.

As we pulled away to breathe, struggling to even think of ever separating me from him ever again, Charles smiled brightly.

“Can you say you love me too, mon cœur?” he asked so prettily I could coo at him.

“I love you, Charles Leclerc,” I obliged, because how could I say no to him?

“And I love you, Y/N L/N,” he replied, smiling even bigger, and kissing me even better.

Our bubble of a newfound love lasted a while, but was eventually meant to break when I received a text from Arthur.

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The conversation about Arthur with Charles wasn’t the hard part at all. The older brother brushed the kiss off as a drunken mistake, and was a little too confident on who my choice would be.

The conversation about Charles with Arthur would be the hard part, and I didn’t even have time to settle down in my bed after the rollercoaster of emotions I had just gone through when Arthur barged in.

He looked happy to see me, and it broke my heart.

In trying to find the words to say I couldn’t be with him, and before I could mutter them, he hugged me.

“I’ve been trying to find you all this time, where have you been chérie?” Arthur smiled, but it quickly faded once he realized my energy wasn’t the same.

“Arthur…”

“Chérie, don’t say it was a mistake because you know it wasn’t. Fuck my brother, you know that this is right.”

“I’m so sorry…” I began and pushed back further away from him, as if my next words would hurt him any less because of it. “Charles and I spoke, and we have realized our feelings for each other…” I looked down, cowardly, unable to face his reaction. “You know I’ve loved him forever and I am just so sorry for leading you on.”

Like it always happened between us, I didn’t have to look at him, and he didn’t have to say anything. I just knew that we were done.

He stormed out of the room.

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charles_leclerc added to his stories

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arthur_leclerc added to his stories

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[skywalkerslvt]

Leon Fucking You In A Sketchy Alleyway

❥Pairing: Leon Kennedy x F!Reader

❥Summary: Leon and reader get horny while he teaches her how to play pool, so he fucks her in a sketchy alleyway.

❥CW: 18+, smut, semi-public sex, unprotected p in v, sorta praise kink? 2.2k words

❥a/n: another very rushed and not proofread fic lol! Was half asleep when I finished writing it so I hope it's not too hard to follow. Enjoy <3

The day had been long and exhausting. You and Leon had spent hours on patrol, dealing with the usual chaos that the city seemed to attract. As partners on the police force, you and Leon had grown accustomed to each other's company, you developed a rhythm that made every situation–stressful or not–so easy. You guys were inseparable, best friends even, and you worked well together. 

After clocking out, a few of your coworkers suggested heading to a nearby bar to unwind. It was a dingy, dimly lit place, frequented by off duty cops and regulars looking for a cheap drink. You and Leon had exchanged a glance and shrugged–why not? 

The bar was slightly crowded, the stale air smelling of cheap beer and cigarettes. You found a table with your coworkers and ordered a round of drinks. The chatter was lively, everyone sharing stories from the day and laughing at old jokes. 

A few drinks later, you found yourself tipsy and alone at your table, your coworkers mingling around the bar. One of them was having a game of pool with Leon. You had decided to stay at the table and watch the game while nursing your drink. 

Leon stood at the pool table, his eyes narrowing in concentration as he lined up his shot. He leaned over, his body a perfect blend of tension and relaxation. God, he looked good. The two of you had developed a close bond over the years. You trusted him with your life, and he trusted you with his. Your friendship was solid, built on shared experiences and mutual respect. Over time, your friendship had grown into something deeper–an unspoken bond that nothing else could compare to. You found yourself drawn to him in ways that went beyond mere friendship, your heart racing whenever he flashed that boyish smile or offered a comforting word. It was more than just professional respect that you two shared; it was magnetic attraction that was getting harder and harder for the two of you to ignore. 

It wasn't until Leon had walked over and stood in front of you, that you realized the game was over. You had been so lost in your thoughts, staring at him, that you hadn't noticed. 

“Ever played?” he asked with a boyish grin, nodding to the pool table. 

You shook your head, taking a sip of your drink. “Nope. Never learned how. I've always wanted to try, though.” 

A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. “Want me to teach you? It's not too hard.”

You hesitated, feeling a flutter of nervousness. “Sure, why not? But be warned, I'm a fast learner.” 

Leon laughed as you stood up, grabbing a couple of cue sticks. “We'll see about that. Come on.”

As you walked over to the pool table, the noisy sounds of the bar faded into the background, your only focus being Leon as he handed you a cue stick and explained the rules of the game. His hands occasionally brushed against yours as he adjusted your grip and stance. 

“First, you need to get your stance right,” he said, positioning himself behind you. As he pressed his chest to your back, he began guiding your arms with his hands. “Like this.”

You could feel his breath ghost on your neck, the sensation sending shivers down your spine. You hummed in affirmation, trying to focus on the game. 

“Now, aim for the ball,” he continued, voice low and steady. “And don’t forget to keep your eyes on the cue ball.”

You took a shot, but missed the ball completely. Leon chuckled lightly behind you. “That’s alright, it takes practice. Here, let me help you get the hang of it.”

He pressed himself even closer behind you and placed a hand on your upper back, pushing you forward until you were bent over the table. Heat rose to your cheeks as you felt him put his arms around you, his much larger hands enveloping your own as he corrected your grip once again and guided your hands into the correct position. His crotch was barely grazing your ass, but that was all it took to turn you on. You inhaled sharply at the compromising position you two were in, feeling heat begin to pool between your thighs. 

Leon noticed your sudden intake of breath, and leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “Relax,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, most likely from the few drinks he had. “Now, watch how I do it,” he said while guiding your hands.

With his guidance, you took another shot, this time hitting the ball. It rolled slowly, hitting another ball, but didn’t make any pockets. “I guess I’m not as fast a learner as I thought,” you said with a shaky exhale. 

Leon chuckled, the sound sending butterflies throughout your stomach. “You’re doing great. Just need a bit of practice. He moved his hands to your waist, his presence a comforting weight behind your back. 

"Want to try again?" he asked, his voice softer now, more intimate. You nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. He positioned your hands again, his touch lingering longer than necessary. The atmosphere around you grew thick with unspoken tension, each brush of his fingers against yours sending sparks through your veins.

As you lined up for another shot, Leon's hand slid from your back to your waist, his fingers pressing into your hip. "Just like that," he whispered, his breath warm against your neck. You could feel his chest rising and falling with each breath, his closeness intoxicating.

You took the shot, and this time, the ball sank into a pocket. You couldn't help but grin, turning your head slightly to look at him. "I did it," you said, your voice filled with a mix of surprise and triumph.

Leon smiled back, eyes locking onto yours.“Atta girl! Let's try it one more time.”

As you took the shot, you felt Leon's body press even closer against yours, his crotch pressed firmly against your ass now, and you could feel his half hard cock through his jeans. His breath was hot against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. As you took your shot, you experimentally pushed your hips back, slightly grinding your ass against his crotch. 

Leon's grip on your waist tightened, his fingers digging into your skin as he fought to control his own desire. You could feel the tension in his body, the barely contained need radiating from him in waves.

"Damn," he muttered under his breath, his voice strained with restraint. "You're a natural."

You turned to look at him, the intensity in his eyes leaving you breathless. "Thanks," you managed to say, your voice barely a whisper.

Leon opened his mouth to say something, but abruptly closed it in hesitation. “Do you…Do you wanna get out of here?” He asked. 

You caught the hesitation in Leon's voice, sensing there was something more behind his question. Your heart pounded in your chest as you searched his eyes for any sign of what he was really asking.

His gaze flickered between your eyes and your lips, a silent invitation hanging in the air. Without a word, you nodded, your own desire mirrored in his intense gaze.

In a heartbeat, Leon took your hand, leading you through the crowded bar towards the exit. The world around you faded into a blur as anticipation coursed through your veins.

The night air was cool on your flushed skin. Leon led you to the dark alleyway beside the bar, abruptly pushing you flush against the rough brick wall, and before you could even register the slight pain, his lips were on yours in a sloppy, open mouthed kiss. His hands roamed your body, moving up from your hips to your breasts where he groped you roughly. 

Your hands grabbed his now fully hard cock through the fabric of his jeans, causing him to let out a strangled moan into your mouth. You fumbled with the buttons on his jeans, the urgency in your movements mirroring his own need for you. Leon's ragged breaths mingled with your own as you finally succeeded, the sound of his heavy breaths filling the air as you pushed his jeans down his hips.

His hands had moved down to your thighs now, reaching up your skirt as he ran his finger along the wetness of your panties.

“Fuck…already so wet f’me,” he teased as he slid your soaked panties to the side, gathering your slick on his fingers as he pushed a finger inside of you while circling your clit with his thumb.

You whined as you began pumping his hard cock, precum staining your hand. “Leon…need you inside of me, now.”

“Fuck–I know, baby, I know. Just be a good girl and take my fingers for now. Then you can go dumb on my cock, yeah?”

You moaned and nodded, bucking your hips into his hand to gain more friction on your clit. 

With a wicked grin, Leon complied, his finger delving deeper inside you, curling and stroking in all the right places as you whimpered and squirmed against him. Each movement sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, the sensation building with every thrust of his hand.

You clung to him desperately, your need for release growing with each passing second. Leon's touch was electrifying, his fingers expertly navigating your slick folds as you teetered on the edge of ecstasy.

Right when you were about to cum, Leon removed his fingers, bringing them up to his lips and tasting your slick. He grabbed your thigh, holding it up around his hip as he guided his thick tip to your entrance, pushing in slowly. 

You keened at how his thick cock stretched the walls of your cunt. You've never had a cock this big, and he was filling you so good. You clenched around him as he gave you a second to adjust, causing him to let out a low groan. 

Unable to hold back any longer, Leon rolled his hips into yours as he leaned in and began sucking marks onto your neck. His cock was angled just right and was brushing against that gummy spot that had you seeing stars. 

You began meeting his thrusts, urging him to take you deeper and faster. Leon’s breath was hot against your ear as he moaned dirty praises, igniting a fire deep within you. 

As his thrusts became sloppier, signalling his quickly approaching release, Leon began working his fingers on your clit, pushing you further to the edge. 

The alleyway echoed with the rhythmic slapping of Leon's hips against your own, mingled with your shared moans that filled the air.

With one final, deep thrust, he hit your g-spot perfectly, sending you over the edge. Your chest heaved as you let out a strangled cry, your walls clenching tightly around his cock. A wave of ecstasy washed over you, your cunt gushing around him in a release that left you trembling. 

The sensation of your velvety walls tightening around him was all Leon needed. His grip on your hips tightened, and with a guttural moan, he buried himself deep inside you. You felt his cock twitch as he spilled his hot cum, filling you completely. His body shuddered against yours, both of you lost in the overwhelming pleasure of the moment.

As the intensity of your orgasms subsided, Leon remained close, his breath warm against your neck. He gently pulled out, and you could feel your combined releases trickling down your thighs. He steadied you, his hands now soft and tender on your waist. 

“You okay?” he asked, his voice low, but laced with concern. 

You nodded, a dopey smile playing on your lips. “More than okay,” you replied, leaning your forehead against his. 

Leon chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “We should probably get back before the others start wondering where we are,” he said, but he made no move to pull away from you. 

“Yeah, we probably should,” you replied reluctantly, moving to adjust your clothes.

Before you could move to leave, Leon caught your wrist, pulling you back for one more kiss. It was slow and tender, unlike the kiss you shared in the heat of the moment. “This…this wasn't just a one-time thing, right?” he asked, his eyes searching yours. 

You smiled, your heart swelling with affection for him. “Not if I have anything to say about it.”

With a final shared glance and a knowing smile, you both made your way back into the bar. The noise and lights greeted you, a stark contrast to the intimate darkness of the alleyway. As you rejoined your coworkers, the atmosphere was lively, with no one seeming to have noticed your absence.

Leon slipped his arm around your waist, pulling you close. "Let's grab another drink," he suggested, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

You nodded, your heart still racing from the intensity of your time together. As you sipped your drinks and mingled with your friends, the connection between you and Leon felt stronger than ever, the weight of your shared secret hanging between you.

#leon kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader smut

[granddaughterofdemeter]

Hi, if you want to do it I would really appreciate it, you can do an imagine Percy Jackson x Female reader daughter of Hades where she is very close to her godly Father (Hades best father) they are very close and she and Percy are dating and Hades finds out, Can you tell me what their confrontation with Jealous Hades would be like with his daughter and Percy with that affronting and sarcastic way of his?

ofc!

*inspo from b99, jake meeting amy's dad*

Get. Away. From. My. Daughter.

[percy jackson x f!reader]

" Or I will. skin. you"

" So you can just control your daughter's life?"

"No-, ugh you, Perseus Jackson, are so infuriating."

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You love Percy, of course you do, but when he asked to meet Hades you freaked. He was hurt, sadly, but he quickly understood why after this.

Though, unfortunately for you, your man is a very, very, maddening person.

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A large bang caught your attention as Percy leaned in, a mischievous grin crossing his face. You both snapped your eyes toward the door while the dark energy surrounding the Underworld crawled close to you.

The guilty sighs coming from both Nico and Will helped you discern what was going on.

" We tried, [Name]. I'm sorry..." Will apologized. You smiled and shook them off as you placed your focus on your very angry father.

"[NAME], why would you even think about dating this mediocre, dense, child?"

You groaned but before you could say anything, your, mediocre, dense, boyfriend, interrupted you.

"Maybe it's because she likes my, mediocre, dense, brain!"

Hades nearly lost it...

So, of course Percy made it worse by twirling you to face him and kissing you on the forehead knowing full well that your dad would lose his shit.

"Get. Away. From. My. Daughter, Or I will skin you alive."

"So you think you can just control your daughter's life?"

"No- ugh, you, Perseus Jackson, are an infuriating person! [Name], are you sure this is the person you want to spend a while in your life with?"

Percy got increasingly offended.

"A while? Why can't she spend a lifetime with me?"

Hades laughed in your boyfriends face, before retorting. "My daughter has the ability to gain men much better than you ever could be."

That was when you butt in. "How dare you say that Percy isn't a man that deserves me?"

"It's alright, Rosie, he's not wrong." Percy chuckled, antagonized by the truth he could see your dad's words.

"No, you deserve me and I deserve you, and my father doesn't have the right to call my romantic choice 'mediocre' because this isn't the 1800s and he can't sell me for two sheep."

Percy smiled gently towards you as you scolded your surprised dad just for him.

Hades sighed, looking at the gaze that your lover held for you. He could see the love that he had long ago refused to believe that Poseidon's demigod son could hold for someone that wasn't himself just like his father.

But that moment was what helped Hades realize that he can't control the fact that you are your own woman who can choose who you want to love...

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hope you like it!

sorry it took me so long (ノへ￣、)

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[starryjaem]

destiny book one

DREAMING — MARK LEE

— parties were never your thing, until a mysterious guy at the party made your evening more enjoyable. you didn’t get his name, so when will you see him again? turns out, he’s a popular skateboarder.

↳ skateboarder! mark x fem reader

— she falls first, he falls harder. mentions of drinking.

featuring nct dream.

chapter one

“Are you having fun?”

Your best friend shouted at you, as music was blasting in the speakers. The room was filled with an overwhelming amount of people, which caused you to stay on the couch for most of the evening so far.

You hated parties. All you wanted to do was stay home. You only attended this party because today was your bestfriend’s birthday.

“Honestly, no.” You shook your head, showing your boredom for the party. She knew you didn’t like parties, so she didn’t mind that you were sitting on the couch while everyone else was having fun.

“Come drink with us!” A group of people, which your best friend knew, but you didn’t, called her to come over towards the kitchen.

“Will you be okay alone? I won’t take long.” She asks you, as she showed you a worried look on her face.

You took her hand in yours, gently squeezing her hand to reassure her. “I’ll be fine. Go have fun.” You smiled, as she smiled at you back.

As she walked away from the couch, you decided to stay on your phone. The party will be over soon, is all you thought.

You felt like you were on your phone, forever. Your best friend wasn’t back yet, so you decided to look for her yourself. To your surprise, she wasn’t in the kitchen anymore. Shit.

Sending her a text, you hope that she responds to your text soon. You groaned, sitting on the chair that was placed in front of the table as you placed your head in your hands.

“What’s up?”

You looked up, not paying attention to who was around you at first. Looking up, you make eye contact with a guy wearing glasses.

“Oh, hey.” You awkwardly spoke, waving at the guy in front of you. The people that were at this party were close friends of your best friend, you recognized a lot of people, but didn’t talk to them much. So.. who was he?

“Mind if I sit here?”

“Sure.” You responding, not caring much at all. He tried making conversation, but you were making such a terrible first impression as you were clearly annoyed.

“You seem.. bored.” He says, intensely looking at your facial features. Your eyes remained on his, but you quickly looked away to not make it obvious that you were staring at him.

He’s hot.

“I’m not, just tired.” You shrugged.

“Yeah, I don’t blame you. I’m ready to go home.”

For some reason, his response caught your attention. You were no longer staring at the table, but instead, your eyes met his again.

“So, why don’t you go home?”

He smiled, taking a sip of his drink. “Because I rather talk to you.”

Your heart immediately skipped a beat. He was joking, right? Perhaps, he’s another playboy, just like the rest of them are.

“Don’t waste your time, I’m not that interesting.”

He laughed, “You are, more than you know.”

Before you can continue the conversation, someone walks behind him, attempting to scare him. However, it didn’t work.

“Don’t tell me you’re tired already. The party just started.” The other guy said to the mysterious guy in front of you. Looking up at you, he realized he interrupted the conversation.

“Sorry, did I interrupt something?”

“Not at all, I was about to get another drink.”

The other guy must’ve noticed your awkward attempt at being interested in your phone, which you weren’t.

“Hi, I’m Jeno. His roommate.”

You showed him a warm smile after telling him your name, “Nice to meet you.”

“Well, I’m leaving now, it was nice talking with you. See you later.” The guy in the glasses smiled at you, as he stood up from his seat and left with Jeno.

You waved goodbye, returning the smile to him. Suddenly, you realized that you forgot to ask for his name. You face palmed yourself, regretting not asking for his name.

A sudden buzzing came from your purse. You opened your purse, taking out your phone as you were receiving a phone call from your friend.

You answered, covering your other ear so you can try to hear her better since the music was still blasting.

“Hey, are you still sitting on the couch?”

“No, I’m in the kitchen. Where are you?”

“In the bathroom, but I’ll be in the kitchen soon. I have so much to tell you!”

You chuckled, hearing your best friend’s excitement through her voice.

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You woke up in your best friend’s bed, as you rolled over to grab your phone from the nightstand. Checking the time, it was almost 11AM.

Your best friend woke up, as you were slightly already making too much noise from moving around in bed.

“Good morning, I’m so exhausted.” Your best friend told you, stretching out your arms.

“I’m sure you are. You slept extremely late.”

Rolling over to your side, you faced your best friend. “So, there’s something you needed to tell me?”

“Oh yeah, sorry for falling asleep on you yesterday.”

Your best friend ended up falling asleep during the party. You told everyone to leave and you were glad that everyone listened.

“It’s okay, now tell me.”

She smiled, looking at the ceiling as she told you. “Someone asked for my phone number yesterday.”

You sat up, not expecting to hear that at all. That’s why she was taking so long, you thought. You shook her arm slightly, wanting to know more about what happened.

“Who was it?”

“I just met him yesterday. He told me his name is Jeno.”

Jeno. He’s the one you met in the kitchen yesterday.

“I was in the kitchen and he approached me while his friend was with him. We started talking and he asked for my number. He said he wants to talk to me more.”

You could see the blush on your best friend’s face.

“That’s so cute.“

“What about you? I saw how his friend was looking at you from across the room.”

You froze, suddenly remembering your interaction with him. You wanted to see him again.

“We talked.. but I forgot to ask for his name. I couldn’t stop staring at him. He’s hot.”

Your best friend laughed, “No way!”

You sighed, “I know.”

“You know, I can always ask Jeno for his name.”

Right, that was a good idea. You smiled, knowing that there’s a possible chance that you will be able to talk to him again.

Your best friend checked her phone, seeing that Jeno sent her a text an hour ago. Jeno invited her to the skatepark. He’ll be there at one.

“Jeno invited me to the skatepark, but you’re coming with me.”

“No thanks, I would rather not third wheel.”

“You won’t! Someone will be there, maybe. Hopefully, you can talk with him! And get his name this time.”

Realization came to you again, the butterflies returned to you.

“Fine, I’ll go.”

“Great! We’re leaving in an hour. Get dressed. Wear something cute for him.” Your best friend winked.

You took that into consideration. But, why were you so nervous? You haven’t known him for that long.

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You and your best friend arrived at the skatepark. In such an unfamiliar setting, you both didn’t know where to go.

Eventually, you both spotted the familiar face, which was Jeno, and approached him.

“Hey Jeno, this is my best friend, she’ll be with us today.”

Jeno smiled at you, “Hi.”

You greeted him back, waving at him. “So, where’s your friend?” Your best friend asked, as you were looking around the skatepark.

“Showing off, as usual. He’s skateboarding now.” Jeno laughed, but he was proud of his best friend for his skateboarding skills.

You looked over, seeing him do tricks on his skateboard. Amazing. His movement on the skateboard with smooth and fast, completely surprising you.

However, you both made eye contact again. Which caused him to stop his skateboard. He was walking towards you all, your heart started pounding once more.

You tried to play it off like you weren’t nervous, but you were. He has a hold on you.. and you didn’t know why.

“Nice to see you again, sweetheart.”

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💌 author’s note — i’m so excited for this series !! to be in the taglist, comment or send me an inbox. 18+ only!

©️ starryjaem

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[happypotato48]

Wandee Goodday EP 5 Unhinged Tangant Thoughts

Finally it's brainrot saturgay. we're back with a dumb homo, himbo bisexual, the cutest domestic hubbies in existence, tired acesexual eyebrows, and dr. 666 himself (i still can fix him!)

Well well well if it isn't the look of a dumb whore who is in too deep with this fake relationship. Dee i know you already imagine a nice big house with 2.5 kids, 2 dogs and 1 cat future with this man... oh wait that's me nvm then.

i bet Yak also remembers how many HJs, BJs, and all the other Js he received.

Oh hi baby i've missed you so much. now save these morons from themselves with the power of poorly made sextumes.

You took too long, now your candy's gone, that's what happened!

He's so happy how well his sextumes are received. Ahhhhhhh! he so cute! i can't, i RAK him so much, this eyebrows is my everything.

ตาคิ้วหนาาาา!!

I will be joining @lurkingshan in the recovery ward of saint framboise, hospital for the gays and the gals. and i'm expect many more will be joining us soon. for this scene is a mass casualty incident.

Why are you both still has thoes things on your heads. my first instinct in this kind of situation is probably to get rid of the very noticible kinky headband on my head. forking amatures.

Kawaii Dick!! i name him dick-kun.

Karma sure is a funny bitch. her comedic timing is impeccable.

God bless this mess.

Ok this show finally made me cave in and bought that tacky elapant pants that i used to associated with foreign tourists. turn out they are very comfy. man, i shouldn't let white people dictated my fashion sense. live and learn i guess.

Speaking of fashion sense. this look is definitely not working for you Yak.

Can you blame him! i too would be this cray if i have someone as hot as Yei as my bf.

My money is on a loan shark. i will forgive you for this one lie, Oye.

I have to remind myself sometime that i was not like other kids. cause i definitely would be bored out of my mind with this kind of stuff as a kid.

Two dick jokes in a row. NICE!

I can still fix him! no really i can i just need the right tools.

I love that even though i saw these two fucked each other nasty before. the anticipation of them kissing is still very much present.

This is a nice intermediate ep, not a lot happened but we get to spent more time with Yak and Dee growing their 100% not fake Boyfriendship. they had both met each others close families, very involved in each other lives. and emotionally supported each other. they're good together and they started to realized that. the many looks of Dee "oh shit" is already gave me all the angsts. and from the preview shit totally gonna hits the fan next ep and i can't wait for someone (hopefully Ai Phi Ter) to get punch.

#wandee goodday #thai bl #bl drama #dumb boy unhinged thoughts

[phantomgrimalkin]

@rosekillermicrofic Rosekiller May 22 - Knew Soulmate Shadow AU - Words: 510, rating: T for language

“I fuckin’ knew it!” 

Evan was forced awake by a bright light glaring in his eyes and a voice crowing loudly in his ear.

Considering that Evan had gone to bed behind the thick curtains of his four poster bed, secured with a protection charm, this ought to have been a surprise. It was not, however, because Evan had long since accepted that sharing a room with Barty Crouch Jr meant shit like being woken up in horrible ways. He was pretty sure the bloke got off on being chaotic. Literally got off on it, based on the number of times that Evan had walked in on him wanking without bothering to set up a damn silencing spell.

Evan did not stop to ask why he never called Barty on this, or asked him to start using them, and instead very quietly slipped into his own bed and started palming himself whenever it happened.

“You knew what?” Evan grunted, holding up a hand to try and shield himself from the blazingly bright lumos that Barty was holding up to his face, but Barty smacked it away and pointed, bouncing on Evans bed hard enough that Evan was nearly thrown into the air. 

“Look!” Barty insisted, pointing to directly behind Evan. Evan turned, to see his shadow, and was barely awake so took longer than he might normally have to realize that the silhouette was completely bald. 

He touched a hand to his own head, confirming that the tight braids were still there. Which was a pointless endeavor, since like most wixen his shadow had never reflected his own appearance- rather that of his soulmate. Who normally had a fairly nondescript, short styled haircut and had apparently decided to shave their head. Which didn’t explain why Barty was bouncing on his fucking bed at whatever the hell time it was and he turned around to tell the boy off, only to finally see what he was talking about.

Barty had shaved his head.

He looked fucking ridiculous. 

“We’re fuckin’ soulmates!” the boy crowed, grinning brightly, and Evan blinked because, yeah, that made sense. Probably should have realized sooner, really. 

“Yeah,” Evan said, “You gonna let me get some fuckin’ sleep then?”

Barty rolled his eyes, but thankfully cut the light. He then tackled Evan, wrapping around him like a damn octopus, something he’d done quite a few times before when he got nightmares or just couldn't handle being alone or just felt like it or– okay, yeah, he did it a lot. Always felt right. Evan didn’t usually like people in his space, but Barty’d always been the exception. He placed a hand on Barty’s head, which was now covered with a velvety coating of short hair thanks to his dedication to prove his place in Evan’s life.

“Gonna get you a fuckin’ hair growth potion tomorrow,” Evan grunted, setting up the privacy wards on his bed that Regulus, at least, bloody respected.

“Whatever you want, Rosie,” Barty said, nipping at his jaw with his teeth and grinning like a loon.

#harry potter fanfiction #soulmate shadow au #rosekiller microfic #rosekillermicrofic #rosekiller #barty crouch jr #bcj #evan rosier #barty x evan #evan x barty #slytherin skittles #barty crouch junior

[alygator77]

~Beat of My Heart - Chapter 2~

♬ pairing. college au - drummer! gojo x psychology major! reader (f)

♬ summary. gojo satoru is an incredibly talented drummer from an up and rising band slowly making a name for themselves. He’s also incredibly good looking. Although you love to sing and play guitar for fun, you’re currently studying psychology in hopes to better understand your mother who is in her early stages of dementia. One day, Gojo unexpectedly helps you during a heated moment at your part time job. You can’t help but wonder if you’ve met before. As your relationship develops, you discover more about the mysteries and heartache of this tragic musician, realizing that his witty demeanor is just a mask.

♬ warnings/tags. 18+, fluff, angst, smut (eventually), college au, partying, drinking/alcohol, weed usage, romance, slow burn, talk of suicide, dementia, pushy sex (not from Gojo)

♬ status. ongoing

♬ words: 5.1k

a/n. here is chapter two! if you'd like to read chapter one click below!

♬ Chapter One

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✧. ┊ 2:03 PM - SHOKO: Hey! My class got canceled. Where are you? I’m by the water fountain.

You peek down at the bright screen of your phone as it vibrates and read the new text notification. Raising it from the table, you unlock your phone and type back.

✧. ┊ 2:04 PM - YOU: I’m at the library today.

✧. ┊ 2:04 PM - SHOKO: Whaaaaa. Why are you all the way over there?

Staring at the keyboard, you’re unsure what to type back to your best friend. You haven’t told Shoko about your incident at work yesterday. She’s always been protective of you; you and Shoko have been friends since you were in diapers. She’s practically family to you. She would probably freak out hearing how that asshole on the drums was treating you. But it’s not even the jock you’re worried about. Shoko can always see right through you… so what would she say if you told her that you were restless about running into Satoru Gojo by the water fountain?

The thought of seeing him again creates a tightness in your chest you’re not used to, and you feel featherbrained when he’s nearby. Frankly, a feeling that scares you. A feeling you would rather avoid because you simply don’t have time for it. With your mom being in the early stages of dementia, you finishing your psychology degree and working a part time job, you feel as though you already have so much you need to juggle in life. Satoru would just be a distraction.

Suddenly you see a bubble appear on your phone indicating that Shoko is typing.

✧. ┊ 2:06 PM - SHOKO: I’m staaaaarving. Wanna have lunch with me? Think you can afford to take a break?

You smile down at your phone and type back.

✧. ┊ 2:06 PM - YOU: Sure! I haven’t eaten yet. Where should I meet you?

Placing your phone down on the table in front of you, you begin to jumble your books into a pile – a rushed attempt to clean up your belongings. Suddenly your phone vibrates again and you look down at it.

✧. ┊ 2:06 PM - SHOKO: I could go for tacos. Sound good to you?

You stuff a stack of books into your bag with one hand and pick up your phone from the table with the other, quickly typing back.

✧. ┊ 2:06 PM - YOU: Yeah! Packing up now. See you soon.

A heart emoji pops up on your message, indicating that Shoko loved it. You smile at your phone and rush out the building, heading towards the local taco shop next to campus.

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“Finally!! Took you long enough to get here! Thought I was gonna have to eat without you,” you hear Shoko call for you sarcastically and glance over at a table in the corner of the taco shop. There you see your friend, smiling in her seat as she waves you down. Two plates of food directly in front of her.

“I told you I was at the library! That’s literally the opposite side of campus, Sho!” Rolling your eyes playfully, you take a seat in the chair across from her, letting your bag slide off your back and fall to the ground beside you.

“I know, what gives? I thought you couldn’t stand the silence there.” She perks her eyebrow upwards at you.

You immediately regret bringing it up. Nonchalantly, you shrug your shoulders in hopes she won’t pry more. “I guess I just figured I’d change it up.”

“Oh?” Shoko places her elbow on the table and rests her chin in the palm of her hand. “You’re not usually one for change. You literally order the exact same thing every time we come here.” She grins as she shoves a plate of food directly in front of you. You look down at it to see three carne asada tacos, your typical order.

“Man, I really am predictable huh?” You laugh as you grab the plate in front of you and pick up a taco. “Thanks, Sho, I’ll send you some money.”

“Don’t you dare!” She furrows her brow while maintaining her grin. “My treat today! I know you’ve been working hard.” Her eyes soften as she begins to pick up her food, before she takes a bite she asks, “How’s your mom doing?”

You shrug as you chew, “Oh you know, she has her good days and bad days.” Shoko nods as she watches you intently.

You both love and hate how good she is at reading you. Sometimes you wonder, maybe she should be the one studying psychology. You let out a sigh, giving into her gaze. “Last night when I got home from work, she kept calling for my dad. Every time I tell her he’s gone it’s like she’s going through the grief all over again.  She wouldn’t believe me until my aunt got involved.”

Shoko gives you a concerned look, “Oh, y/n. That must have been tough. Let me know if there’s anything you need. I’m so glad your aunt bought the house next door to you. Her being around to step in must be a huge help.”

“Yeah…it’s helped a lot. Just knowing someone is close by to her while I’m at class and work is reassuring. It’s helped me focus on my studies more.” You half-heartedly smile at Shoko.

Shoko groans, “You work too hard y/n. But I’ve been thinking~ since you’re in dire need of a break, how about we decompress tonight?”

You raise your eyebrow at your friend as you grab another taco, “Decompress?”

She grins at you mischievously. Oh boy…what is she planning?

Shoko reaches into her bag and pulls out a piece of paper. The wooden table shakes as she slams in down in front of you and her grin widens. You look down and observe what appears to be a flyer. In bold lettering you read ‘The Blue Note Club. Live Music this Friday. Featuring bands Beyond Tempo, Shades of Infinity and Forgotten Flash. 5-dollar admission, music starts at 7pm.’

“I’ve seen this flyer posted all around campus. Everyone’s been talking about it. Let’s have a girl’s night out! It’s tonight! I know how much you love live music!” Shoko’s eyes are glistening with excitement, her grin ear to ear.

You return a nervous smile back. You do love live music, but you don’t do clubs. You’re not much of a party girl. It’s never really been your forte. Then again… you never really had the opportunity to let it be, given how you’re always taking care of your mom. Your mom started showing signs of dementia since you were ten after all. And with your dad out of the picture, it forced you to grow up real quick. “Oh, I don’t know, Sho…”

“Come onnnnn y/n!” Her fingers interlock together towards you as she pleads childishly. There is a glimmer in her eye that tugs at your heart.

“I really should be studying tonight… I have a huge project coming up.” You say, but as usual, Shoko reads you like a book. She knows it’s an excuse.

“So, study tomorrow! I know you have the day off work!” Her arm nudges you softly and there is that grin again. She was not giving up.

Hmm, well maybe if you’re just honest…she’ll let you off the hook? “Sho, you know this is not really my crowd… a club? It’s not something I usually do.”

“True – but I thought you said you felt like changing it up today? Miss, study at the library.” she beams. “So, let’s change things up! You need a night out to decompress y/n. You’ve been shouldering so much lately! Let’s let loose!”

Well damn… she used your own words against you. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to give in? She’s not wrong after all, you have been taking on a lot. What’s the worst that could happen?

As a deep sigh escapes your lips, you roll your eyes smiling, and in that moment, Shoko knows she’s won. Her grin widens and her eyebrows flash up. “Fine. I’ll let my aunt know I’ll be home late tonight. That way she can keep an eye on my mom for me.”

“Great!” Shoko sits up proudly. “I’ll meet you at your house and get us an uber to the club.”

“That’s okay. I can DD - I don’t mind!” You reply.

“Absolutely not. That defeats the whole purpose. You’re letting loose tonight.” She slightly crumples the flyer as she shoves it back into her bag. “Anyways, I gotta start heading to my next class.” You smile and nod as you continue to chew your last taco. She hustles as she quickly gets her things together and grabs her empty food tray. “I’m glad I was able to have lunch with you and I’m looking forward to tonight! I’ll see you after your last class.”

Lifting herself from her seat, she begins to walk away, but then her body turns around before she is out the door. You catch her voice ringing towards you, and you can hear her smile, “I’m coming over early so that I can do your makeup!” Returning a smile, you wave goodbye, nodding.

Maybe Shoko’s right. A night out couldn’t hurt… right?

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“Why can’t I wear this?” you groan as Shoko rustles through your closet, pulling out multiple dresses and holding them up beside you.

She glances over at you in your ripped jeans and band t-shirt. “What you’re wearing now isn’t bad, just not the vibe we’re going for.” She grins. “I want you to look like a bombshell tonight. The boys will be all over you.” She continues to search your closet.

“Sho, you know I don’t like unnecessary attention,” you whine.

She peers back at you from the closet with a grin. “Guess it’s a good thing you felt like changing it up today, hmm?”

You were never going to live down those words. Flopping backwards on your bed, a chuckle escapes you as you stare up at the ceiling. Shoko has always been supportive in getting you out of your comfort zone. She’s your best friend and your biggest advocate. She’s the one that encouraged you to learn guitar. The one who listened to you sing with enthusiasm.The one who sat there eagerly as she heeded every song you wrote growing up, even the cringy ones. She nurtured the passions you had, the passions your own mother would often forget.

“Oh, THIS is the one!” Shoko gleams as she holds up a deep red dress from your closet.

You put on the dress and Shoko squeals as her vision comes to life. You wear black tights and ebony suede ankle heeled boots. The deep crimson dress hangs low across your chest, but it is not too revealing. The red compliments the natural strawberry brown hue to your beach wavy hair. It hugs your waist and flows down at your hips, stopping right above your knee. Shoko lent you her raven-colored leather jacket, giving you a casual yet sexy rocker-esque vibe.

“You look perfect,” she gasps. “Okay, I’ll get dressed next and then we’ll do makeup!”

Shoko wears a simple yet flattering black dress. The top of the dress is flowy and silky, classy yet seductive. She wears white elegant pumps and the bottom leather skirt hugs her figure gracefully, accentuating her curves.  

The two of you begin your make-up. Your best friend was true to her word. You feel… good. Sexy. Confident. The rose smokey eyeshadow and candy apple lipstick constructing a mysterious and fierce part of you. A part you didn’t know existed, but was thrilled to explore.

“Ready to head out? Our Uber should be here any minute now.” Shoko watches you admire your fit in the mirror.

“Yup! Ready than ever!” You smile. When was the last time you felt this excited about going out? Was there ever a time? Maybe this night out will be everything you need.

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As your uber approaches the club’s entrance, nerves begin to take over while you observe the crowd of people clustered outside. Now you’re wondering, can you really pull this off?  You’ve gone to a couple clubs before, but nowhere near as eventful as this club is tonight. The flyer Shoko showed you was posted all over campus after all. And the few times you did go to a club it was as the role of DD. You’re quite familiar with being seen as the casual friend accompanying the bombshell babe – but now you are playing the role of the bombshell babe.

Shoko and you approach the entryway – the sensation of the tremoring music bleeds outside the booming building. “Ladies.” A bouncer stands directly beside the door to greet you, flickering an arrogant smirk with a gentle nod of his head. His dyed blonde hair is accented with dark green roots, and you notice three piercings in his left ear.  You read his nametag, Naoya Zenin. His sharp brown eyes lock onto you as you politely smile back at him – for a moment he seems completely enchanted, captured in your beauty. Shoko peers over to you from the side and grins slyly.

“Two entries please!” Shoko says, making Naoya’s gaze snap away from you momentarily like a rubber band.

“Right,” he clears his throat and his form tenses as he straightens his posture. “Five dollars each, and I’ll need to see your ID’s.”

When you hand him your ID with your cash, you feel his fingertips brush gently across yours, lingering a little longer than usual. He checks your IDs under the fraud light and then returns them to you. You feel the cool ink of the round red stamp as he presses it firmly against the back of your wrist – proof of your admission. “Have fun.”

As you enter the building, the blast of music bellows in your face, a feeling you’ve become all too familiar with from your part time job. For a moment you are exhilarated, the sound of live music always makes you feel alive and you genuinely love the vibrations as they resonate throughout your body, giving you a sense of instant relief. But that moment ends as soon as it begins – your shoulders stiffen and your eyes widen as you observe that you are not in your element.  Looking around you see people dancing, some innocently, others lustfully grinding on top of each other. The smell of alcohol and marijuana sting your nostrils, and you glimpse at people making out in the corners of the room non discreetly. Your body tumbles forward as Shoko grabs your arm and leads you towards the direction of the bar.

“I can tell you’re nervous. Don’t overthink it, we’re here to have fun!” She smiles back warmly at you. “You’re already catching eyes – that bouncer couldn’t keep his off you,” her elbow nudges you as you take a seat in the leather barstool beside her.

A defeated sigh slips through your lips. “I don’t even know where to start. Maybe I’m just not cut out for this.”

“We just got here, don’t give up yet! This is where we start – you just need a little liquid courage,” her lips curl up into a grin as she waves down the bartender.

Shoko orders you a shot of whiskey to kick off the night. You clink your shot glass against hers and tilt your head back – the sharp harsh liquor burns as it slides down your throat. You immediately feel its effects kick in, slightly taking off the edge of your nerves.

You and Shoko enjoy another round, and you loosen up even more. As you begin to work on your third drink, you see Shoko’s eyes suddenly expand and a wide grin stretches even farther across her face. As Shoko’s best friend, you know that look all too well. She was smitten, intently focused on someone behind you. Curious, you shift your gaze over your shoulder and catch sight of a man with long raven hair, rich as ripe wheat hung in loose, tousled waves to his shoulders. Half of his hair was tamed back into a bun, with a tousle falling loose fluttering against his lashes. He has round gauges on both earlobes – sleeves of tattoos cover his built arms. It’s no wonder she is captivated. He was beautiful.

He’s sharing a drink with a blonde-haired boy – another striking and beautiful man. The blonde’s face is sharp and defined, his hair short and aptly combed. His expression slightly unamused from whatever the black-haired boy is laughing about to him. He’s wearing a deep blue button up shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. A loose tie hangs around the collar of his shirt.

You direct your gaze back at Shoko. “Someone catch your eye?” As the words come out, you are unable to hold back a smile to your friend.

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You really didn’t give this much thought, but before you know it, you’re heading in the direction of the two men. Maybe it’s the warmth you feel rising throughout your body that grants you this assertiveness. The moment you lift yourself from the seat of the bar and trek towards them, your body sways like you’re on a boat – unable to control the trajectory of your speed, you bump through the figures of mingling people. Your eyes are focused on the black-haired man as you pull Shoko by the hand and lead her directly towards him. Remnants of her voice echo behind you – feeling the weight of her feet trudge after you, she tries to resist your pull, and you’re unable to fully make out what she’s saying. Her voice being wrapped through the sounds of the club don’t help your current inability to focus on anything else other than this hasty decision you suddenly set out to achieve.

Holding Shoko’s hand, you halt in front of the two men. “Hey boys! Here to see a band in particular?”

The boys look at each other momentarily before turning their heads towards you, a brief smile on their faces. “You could say something like that. How about you?” The blonde replies.

You don’t even have the chance to answer his question – simply because your body sways at the sound of a familiar voice. Were you imagining it? White snowy hair glistens from the luminous lights of the club as he saunters towards the group. “Suguru, Kento – Beyond Tempo is finishing up their set. It’s time for us to start getting ready for sound check.”

Your heart skips a beat as reality sets up. The Satoru Gojo was here. And damnit was he beautiful. The black V-neck tee perfecting hugging his muscles, his iconic round sunglasses hanging from the center of the slit. His black ripped jeans giving him an alternative look, and his flawless silky hair loosely set around the structure of his dimpled smile – deep sapphire eyes luring you in like a siren would a sailor. His eyes drift to you as he approaches, uniting with yours momentarily until you quickly break the gaze as you look away, swallowing hard with anticipation. Fuck, you needed another drink.

“No way, y/n?” He says with a cheeky smile. “I was wondering where you went off too, especially after I didn’t see you by the water fountain today. Guess I should cancel that missing person report.”

Shoko’s devious grin plasters her face as she stumbles forward and locks her arm in yours, her weight leaning against you and her cheeks tinted red from the intoxicant. “Oh? You two know each other? Aren’t you going to introduce me y/n?”

Great. Now you really needed another drink. You take a quick moment to embrace the warmth of the alcohol as it envelopes your body, giving into its effects. Liquid courage, don’t fail me now. “Ha-ha, very funny,” you roll your eyes at Satoru. “Gojo, this is my best friend Shoko Ieiri. Sho, this is Satoru Gojo. He shops at the music shop that I work at.”

The dark-haired man approaches Satoru and playfully taps his back. “So, you finally checked that shop out. Told you they have better deals.” Turning towards you and Shoko he smiles. “I’m Suguru Geto, and this is Kento Nanami. We’re all in the next band up, Shades of Infinity.”

“Oh wow! That’s awesome. Can’t wait to hear you guys play.” Shoko glees at Suguru.

You can see from the corner of your eye that Satoru’s focus doesn’t waver from you during this entire exchange – his gaze burns you more than the liquor inside you. You hear the band Beyond Tempo wrapping up. The lead front man speaking into the mic, thanking the audience for their time. People applauding in the background. You can barely concentrate, partly from the liquor, but also from the intense effect of Satoru’s gaze – provoking your pulse to resonate throughout your entire being.

“That’s our queue. We gotta set up,” Kento turns towards the stage. “Nice meeting you ladies.” He waves and ushers towards the platform with Suguru.

Satoru stays behind momentarily. “Hope you’ll cheer me on. Gotta break in these new drumsticks,” he lifts them from his back pocket, waving them playfully in front of you while granting an affectionate wink. He begins to follow his bandmates, but then shifts back slightly stopping in his tracks. “Let’s meet up after the show–” He waves, not giving you a moment to reply as he quickly sets out to the stage – the image of his broad shoulders shifting through the crowd.

You release a breath you didn’t’ realize you were holding, and Shoko’s arm tightens around yours. “Okay, who was that?”  She never fails to see right through you.

“I’d like another drink.”

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After you and Shoko order another round, you tell her everything that happened yesterday involving Satoru Gojo. You’re unable to stop the words from sliding out your mouth, they slip out like glassy ice unable for you to grasp. Each declaration uncovering a part of you that you have always chose to ignore – the vulnerable side of you. Because the truth is you’re infatuated with Satoru Gojo. The mere image of him enraptures you and ignites a sensual curiosity – but it goes against everything you believe. After all, being vulnerable only leads to getting hurt. That’s what you’ve observed with your mother.

Shoko grins at you, “So he’s the reason you weren’t at the water fountain today, hmm?”

Glancing over at the stage, you watch Satoru’s focused expression while he sets up his ear piece for sound check. Biting your lip, you groan and turn towards Shoko, “I mean, can you blame me? Just look at him.”

“Oh, believe me, I saw the way he was looking at you.”

“Enough about me, what about you and Geto?”

“Oh. I want to fuck him,” she smirks and speaks blankly.

“Gross Sho,” you roll your eyes laughing.

“What? It’s a natural desire. Sounds like you want to fuck Gojo. Why not let him take your v-card?”

Don’t get Sho wrong, you definitely want to experience things with Satoru Gojo. And although you haven’t had sex, you’re not unfamiliar with the feeling of lust. Growing up, you are Sho would often stay up all night, talking about celebrity crushes, your ideal types, and your inherent deal breakers. You’ve explored the “ins and outs” of your body as well, discovering what pleasures you in more ways than one, and although you’ve had many opportunities to, you would never cross the line of letting someone else explore it – specifically in fear of not being able to separate lust from potential love.

“Not happening,” you allege. “But I’ll happily be your wing woman for Geto.”

Shoko’s eyes glint in excitement. She looks towards the stage and observes Suguru as he sifts through wires – his violet fender Stratocaster hanging across his shoulders. “Really? God, he’s so hot.”

You chuckle at Shoko and raise your drink to your lips. The alcohol was enveloping you in a gentle sway, but it breaks momentarily as you spring from the sound of Suguru’s voice echoing through the speakers as he speaks directly into the microphone.

“Test, test. One. Two. Three.”

People in the bar begin to shift their attention towards the performers on stage. You watch as a crowd begins to huddle around the half-moon platform. You feel Shoko’s hand grasp yours and suddenly you’re being pulled out of your seat, escorted in the direction of the pit. Your eyes flick through the crowd and are drawn towards that familiar ivory head as he sits behind the drums, foot tapping the kick of his bass drum and fingers delicately twirling the pristine new drumstick he purchased. You watch his fingers spin the drumstick effortlessly, and you can’t help but imagine how skilled those fingers are in other ways.

“Thank you everyone for coming out today. We’re Shades of Infinity.”

Suguru’s hand brushes against the strings of his guitar, Kento joining in plucking at his bass while Satoru strikes his drum with intricate and encapsulating rhythmic beats. And suddenly, you are enthralled in the vibrations of the melody that raptures your core. You find your body unknowingly moving to each pulsation, and Shoko joins you. Gently closing your eyes as you move, Suguru’s soft voice cascading through the speakers like a smooth red wine. Upon opening your eyes, you see Satoru watching you – a smug smile enfolding his lips.

Time passes effortlessly – before you know it, Suguru is announcing the final song.  The crowd is going wild for them – the atmosphere in the club seems to have changed since they went on stage. It seems everyone is much more invigorated from their performance compared to the last band playing. You’re having so much fun now, it’s hard to imagine how apprehensive you were at the beginning of the night. You and Shoko dance with enthusiasm, a slight stream of sweat on your brows as you give your bodies to the cadence. And suddenly, the set it over and the boys are packing up. You glance over at Shoko, sharing an exhilarated smile with her.

“Let’s cool off and get another drink.” Sho says breathily.

You make your way back over to the bar, taking a seat to catch your breath. As you begin to sip your drink, you notice a familiar face approaching you. The bouncer – Naoya Zenin.

“Hey! That was some great dancing out there.” He speaks with a conceited smile to you.

“Oh, thanks!” You politely respond. Shoko peers over at you with a knowing smirk.

“My shift is over – but you know I haven’t seen you around here before? This your first time here?”

“Oh…yeah. I’m not much of a club girl myself. This is my first time coming here.”

“Wow, really? Well, I figured I hadn’t seen you before because there is no way I would forget someone as stunning as yourself. What brings you here?”

Before you can respond a familiar voice cuts the air. “Ohhh~ you could say she came to cheer me, her boyfriend on during his performance.” Suddenly, Gojo’s arm springs around Naoya’s shoulder as he leans his weight against him and blinks those sapphire iris’ directly into his core – Satoru’s head is tilted with a smirk curled around those cocky lips. His tone is lively, but with that recognizably slight undertone that is without doubt, telling Naoya to fuck off.

Shoko nearly spits her drink out and you can’t stop your own dumbfounded smile from his initiative, unable to comprehend if maybe you’ve just had too much to drink – did he really make that declaration, again.

“Oh…I didn’t realize you were taken. Excuse me.” Naoya awkwardly releases himself from Satoru’s grasp, patently annoyed, and immediately clears off. Satoru proudly shoves his hands in his pockets and gives you that familiar smug grin.

“You know, it’s quite rude to give him the wrong idea,” you respond sharply, the alcohol making it impossible to hold your tongue.  

“Is it? You didn’t say the same thing yesterday in your shop.”

“That was different. What If I wanted to talk to him?” You didn’t. But it wouldn’t hurt throwing the idea out there. After all, you were infatuated with Satoru Gojo, and rather than admitting that it’s easier to push him away.

Satoru raises a brow slightly, humming at you with a shit eating grin that makes you question if you want to slap him or kiss him, “If that’s the case, why didn’t you stop him?” Okay, actually you want to slap him for seeing right through you.

Unwilling to respond, you decide to deflect by asking him, “Well, why did you tell him we’re dating?”

Shoko attempts to hide her smile behind the glass of her drink – taking a sip while her eyes flash between you and Gojo, clearly enjoying your amusing banter.

He shrugs, “for fun? Nothing wrong with a little theatrics. Besides, you’re the one who doesn’t pay attention to your surroundings. Figure I’d save you the headache. That guy’s a sleaze – every time I come here he’s picking up a different girl.”

“Well, I think I can judge what kind of person he is for myself. Also, I don’t need your protection,” you scoff. “Besides, I get the feeling you’re not much different than him considering how full of yourself you are.”

He leans himself against the bar, setting his elbow on the counter and resting his cheek in the curve of his palm. “Ouch – insult me more, it’s hot. Didn’t expect there to be a feisty side to you.” His smug grin doesn’t falter, managing to make you feel irritated yet also aroused.

“Jesus, Gojo. There are plenty of sides of me you don’t know. Not like we’re actually dating – I wouldn’t even consider us friends.”

“Yeah, well personally I’d like to learn about more sides of you. Actually, I would love for you to come to our afterparty tonight.” He reaches his other hand into his pocket and grabs a folded piece of paper – he slides his slender fingertips across the marble bar counter, lifting them gently to expose the parchment directly in front of you. “We’re heading over there now. Here’s the address.”

Suguru’s graveled voice cuts through the loud atmosphere of the club. “Satoru – quit goofing off and help us pack the car. Let’s get out of here.”

“Right.” Satoru taps his hand on the bar counter as if to say he’d better do as Suguru says or he’s in for it. “Gotta get to it. Hope to see you ladies there,” he lifts himself from his relaxed position and veers back to the platform.

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you feel Shoko’s self-satisfied grin bearing into you. “I already know what you’re going to say,” you exhale.

“Oh, we’re going.”

.・゜゜・♪・゜゜・. ♪ .・゜゜・♪・゜゜・. ♪ .・

If you've made it this far, thanks for reading 💙 I had a lot of fun writing this chapter!

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[lordprettyflackotara]

slide || chris sturniolo || the finale

SMUT MINORS DNI 18+. tw: slightly unrealistic virginity loss. the long awaited finale is here!! i hope it was worth the wait :)<3

Chris Sturniolo did not want to fall in love with you.

It sounded brutal when he said it out loud, so he didn’t. He allowed the next few days to go by in silence, his phone on do not disturb. You had somehow managed to have woven a delicate web in his mind. The kind that invaded all of its corners.

Chris would lay awake in his bed at night, his eyes centered at the ceiling as he thought about what to do. Would you really allow him to corrupt you? To strip you away of your innocence? Of course he meant that in a sexual way, but in a lifestyle way too. If he encouraged you to fall in love with him, if he allowed it. Would you really be accommodating to his lifestyle? More importantly, would you be safe? It was these questions that kept him up late at night, his head beginning to hurt.

When Friday finally arrived he contemplated bailing. It didn’t sound good when he said it out loud. So again, he didn’t. He wasn’t even sure what you’d be expecting. Was his definition of wine and dine different from yours? The most important thing was simple. It was the one thought that he craved to have an answer to. Some sort of explanation. It didn’t matter which way he tried to wrap his brain around it. It didn’t make sense. Why would someone as pure and good as you, want him?

It was this question alone that brought him to your doorstep. He had never done anything like this for a girl before, or at least, not in a very long time. Once his product began selling things became different, his priorities shifted. Yet, you made him feel like he could throw it all away and still be happy. As long as he was with you. Even with watching as many romcoms as possible and googling how to impress a woman, Chris was still unsure of his capability in impressing you. He didn’t like that. He had never cared about impressing anyone before.

Yet on the contrary, there he stood. At your doorstep with a single rose in hand. Hesitantly Chris rang the doorbell, awkwardly shifting his weight on each foot. He perked up once he heard your familiar heels clicking down the staircase. You opened the front door with a big smile. “Hi,” You greeted. It looked like you couldn’t contain your happiness. Your aura alone was contagious. “Hi,” Chris said, giving you a small smile. He cleared his throat as he held out the rose to you. “I uh, thought you might like this. I cut off the thorns and everything,” He explained.

He watched your face flush pink, your small hand taking the rose from him. “Thank you, hang on let me get it in a vase,” You say, rushing back further into the house. Chris felt a bit out of place, your gated community sub division full of elderly people walking their dogs. Many who seemed to be staring. As you rejoined him you shut the door behind you. “So is there somewhere particular you wanted to go tonight?” Chris asked you. An elderly pair of women seemed to be obviously gawking at you both. Chris licked his dry lips, before realizing the cause.

His eyes flickered to his orange ferrari. The only purchase he allowed himself to spurge on.

Huh. Not the most subtle choice for this kind of neighborhood.

“Honestly i’ve been at enough traditional fancy dinners this week with my parents,” You say. Chris walked you around the car, opening the passengers side door for you. The pair of elderly women were walking past your house, Chris delivering the friendliest wave and smile he could. Once he got inside of the car his full attention returned to you. “Maybe we could just go on a drive then?” Chris suggested. The sun was beginning to set, a deep orange and salmon painting the skies above. Once Chris exited your neighborhood he took a side road, which allowed him to be out of sight from nosy cops.

After all, being twenty one and driving a ferrari is awfully suspicious.

“So this car goes pretty fast huh?” You asked, breaking the silence. Chris nodded. “Yeah it’s the main reason I got it,” He said. That and the neon orange was a bit hard to miss. When he drove this car he did it on purpose. He wanted everyone to know it was him. You bit your bottom lip. “You wanna show me how fast it can go?” You suggested. Your curiosity made Chris chuckle, his right hand immediately switching gears. He watched as you slid off your seatbelt, your short white dress riding up your thighs. He watched as you leaned over, pressing teasing kisses on the outside of his crotch.

Chris swallowed, putting his foot off of the gas. “Go any slower and i’ll stop,” You threatened softly. You couldn’t sound threatening to Chris even if you tried. But in that very sweet moment, he was completely at your disposal. Your small hands began pawing at his belt, the metal clinking. “H-hey are you sure about this?” Chris asked gently. As much as he didn’t want you to stop, he didn’t want you to feel pressured to impress him either. “I’ve never wanted anything more,” You purred. Pulling Chris’s cock out you took his length in your hand, pumping it a few times to max hardness.

He held back a whimper as you kitten licked the slit, his precum coating your tongue. “Do you want me to guide you? I know you haven’t-” Chris began. His question was interrupted by you taking his tip in your mouth, sucking it like your life depended on it. His eyes glanced over, noticing your dress was riding up your hips. Your ass was on full display. He groaned as you licked the underside of his shaft, his eyes threatening to flutter shut. The sun was coming down rapidly, night beginning to ensue.

You had secretly been watching a lot of porn, preparing yourself for Chris. You’d never admit it, but you wanted him so badly it was mind invading. He moaned your name as you began to bob your head up and down his cock. “Fuck, that’s it, such a good girl,” Chris groaned. One of his hands found your hair, gently pushing you further down onto his shaft. He was getting too lost in the pleasure, the sound of you gagging bringing him back to reality. He had accidentally pushed your head down too far. “Oh shit, i’m so sorry-” He began. You pulled off of him, the beautiful sight of saliva coating your chin appearing in front of him.

“Pull over, please. I need you,” You whispered. Chris didn’t need to think twice, pulling his car over. “Backseat?” He asked you. You shook your head, getting out of the car. His eyebrows furrowed as you rounded the front, opening the drivers door.

“You ever fuck a girl on the hood of your car?”

The sentence hardly registered in Chris’s brain as he picked you up, your thighs wrapping around his waist. He sat you down on the hood of his car, his large hands harshly grabbing your ass. “Haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” He confessed, bringing his lips to yours. Your lips. Oh your fucking lips. It was like he had just rolled the perfect blunt. “Really? What have you been thinking about?” You asked, groaning as his lips trailed down the side of your face to your neck. He didn’t hesitate to suck harshly at your skin, his lust clouding his judgment.

“Everything about you. How badly I want to fuck you,” Chris admitted. You giggled, guiding him to pull away and look at you. “I thought you didn’t take virginities,” You say. Chris admired the hickey he had littered on your neck before answering. “Hey don’t get it twisted kid I usually don’t but you, you’re something else. I need to. I need you,” He answered defensively, but honestly. Chris lowered himself onto his knees, yanking your panties down to your ankles. “Can I show you?” He asked softly. Your eyebrows furrowed, questioning his question.

“Can I show you how much I want you?”

“Please.”

Your plea was all he needed, the brunette placing slow kisses up your thighs like he did before. You didn’t seem as nervous this time, your head tilted back and eyes screwed shut. “Hey kid, look at me,” Chris ordered. Hesitantly your eyes fluttered open, meeting Chris’s blue ones. He licked a stripe up your cunt, a shudder of pleasure shooting down your spine. “Like that? You’re so fucking wet,” He hummed. Instinctively you grabbed his hair, attempting to bring him closer. If you had it your way you’d be grinding on his face. But Chris wanted to take his time with you.

You weren’t just a quick fuck to him. He was finally actually completing the fantasy he had been jerking off to for days. He began lapping at your cunt like a starved man, your moans harmony to his ears. He groaned into your folds as he gripped your thighs, squeezing the flesh. “Fuck Chris, just like that,” You whined, tugging at his hair. He knew your roughness was unintentional. But fuck, your desperation was hot.

He brought one finger to your soaking wet entrance. “If anything hurts you have to let me know, okay?” He asked. You bit your bottom lip, looking down at him. “Okay,” You agreed. Chris inserted the finger inside of you, your walls squeezing around him. His other hand was wrapped around your thigh, your small hand reaching down and grabbing it. He intertwined his fingers with yours, your palm gripping onto him for dear life. “This okay kid?” He asked. You nodded profusely, your walls beginning to relax.

“More, please,” You answered. Chris slowly brought his lips back to your clit, sucking at the bud gently as he inserted another finger into your eager cunt. Your moans grew louder as he curled his two fingers inside of you, hitting your g spot. He released your clit with a pop, his chin covered in your juices as he admired you from below. “You’re doing such a good job for me,” He praised. You were so fucking tight Chris questioned if he was even going to be able to fit. You mumbled a thanks, your response making Chris smile.

He began to finger fuck you, going faster with each roll of your hips. “Have you ever cum before?” Chris asked you. The moon had settled into the sky, the only lights being the beams of his headlights. “Just from a vibrator,” You panted. Chris grinned mischievously as he abused your g spot with his fingers. “This is going to feel ten times better, just let go for me,” He advised. He resumed your assault on your cunt, lapping up every ounce of juice you provided. You were practically grinding on his face at this point, the cord in your stomach tightening.

“F-f-fucking, fuck, Chris!” You moaned loudly, your orgasm washing over you. Your vision temporarily went white as you came on Chris’s face. His tongue eagerly lapped up your cum, before licking his fingers clean. “You taste so good ma,” He praised. He rose to his feet, bringing his lips to yours. You were overwhelmed in the best way, your own juices coating your tongue. “We can stop here kid, we don’t have to go any further,” Chris told you, his lips barely straying from yours. You leaned forward, grabbing handfuls of his hoodie.

“Please. You have no idea how bad I want you,” You told him. He brought his thumb to your lip, dragging it down slowly. “There’s someone better who can make you feel this way. Someone who doesn’t have five keys of coke in their trunk,” Chris answered. He gulped as he anticipated your answer, the honesty slipping off of his tongue. You brought your hand to his face, cupping his cheek. “There is no one else on the planet I want to take my virginity than you,” You answered. When Chris didn’t seem to believe you, you added, “I trust you Chris.”

He began slowly pumping his shaft, bringing his lips back to yours. His tongue traced your bottom lip, your mouth slowly opening more to grant him access. “If you change your mind at any point just please tell me,” Chris told you. You nodded, meeting his lustful gaze. Your pupils were blown with lust, your cheeks flushed red. “I need more than that kid. You can never take back this moment,” Chris said. You lifted your hand to his, lifting up your pinkie finger. He laced his own with yours. “I pinky promise,” You whispered.

With that Chris brought you to the hood of the car, rubbing his tip up and down your aching cunt. You whimpered as it brushed against your clit. This time Chris brought his hand to yours, intertwining his fingers with yours. He guided you to lay on your back, trying to relax you as much as possible. He licked his lips as he began pushing himself inside of you slowly, your face scrunching up in pain. “It’s okay, look at you. Taking me so well,” Chris praised. He could feel your walls spasming around his cock, struggling to accommodate to his size.

Once he was in enough, Chris began to draw slow circles around your clit. This seemed to help you relax, your beautiful eyes slowly fluttering open. You met Chris’s gaze, his cock sinking further inside of you. “You feel so fucking good,” You told him. A goofy smile danced across Chris’s lips, his hand squeezing yours. “So do you ma,” He quipped. His cock had finally bottomed out inside of you, his thumb still circling your clit. You sat up, wrapping your arms around Chris’s neck as you kissed him slowly.

You began to buck your hips against his, the brunette taking it as his queue to start moving. “You’re so beautiful,” He mumbled against your lips. Your mouth dropped into the shape of an O as he began thrusting slowly. “Faster,” You whispered. Chris started picking up the pace, his hips beginning to snap into yours. You had no idea how pretty your face was when Chris was fucking you. He was providing you a foreign pleasure, one that was sending you on a cloud of ecstasy.

Your moans were loud and turned into babbles of his name and curses. “Fucking hell, you’re perfect for me,” Chris grunted. His cock continued to abuse your g spot, your thighs trembling as the cord inside of you tightened. You felt embarrassed your second orgasm was going to come so quickly, your hand squeezing Chris’s. “Thats it, such a good girl for me. Aren’t you kid?” Chris panted. You babbled a response, his hips continuing to snap into yours. Chris could feel his own high coming, the brunette biting his bottom lip.

A girl had never made him cum this quick before. He felt like a teenage boy all over again. Your thighs were visibly shaking, Chris’s hands entangled themselves in your hair. “You wanna cum for me? Make a mess all over my cock?” He asked you. Your moans were pure noises of sin. Those noises ones of music to Chris’s ears. “Fuck yes, please make me cum,” You groaned. With your spare hand you grabbed a handful of Chris’s hoodie, throwing your head back. “R-right there. I’m gonna cum,” You warned him.

Chris continued his pace, smirking. “Yeah? Cum for me ma,” He hummed. He watched in satisfaction as you came around his cock, a white ring forming around his shaft. Without thinking twice he thrust into you one more time, his seed filling your womb. Both of you were panting messes. “Oh shit i’m so sorry, I didn’t ask-” Chris began rambling, fear washing over him. Dazed, you kissed him. “Relax, just buy me a plan b ‘kid,’ You replied teasingly, giggling as Chris ran his hand through his hair.

He pulled himself out of you, both of you mesmerized as his cum dripped down your cunt. “Was that okay?” Chris asked you. You met his concerned gaze. You chuckled as you pressed your forehead against his. “That was fucking amazing Christopher,” You told him. Biting your bottom lip you added on, “Wanna go again?”

Chris teasingly rolled his eyes. “Alright kid let’s get you some food and i’ll consider it. In the mean time let’s get you cleaned up,” He replied. He picked you up by your arms, setting you down onto the ground. He pulled up your panties and made sure your dress was presentable. Your face flushed pink in embarrassment as you noticed both of your cum on the hood of his car. “Uh Chris do you want to wipe that off?” You asked. He rose to his feet, redressing himself. He smirked as he threw his arm around your shoulders.

“And what? Hide from the world I just got to fuck the baddest bitch ever? I don’t think so,” He responded. He flashed you a genuine smile, reflecting the one radiating off of you. “Now let’s slide so I can get you whatever you want kid.”

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[webanglikethat]

thinking about Ram and Deviya today: a long rant by me.

⚠️: spoilers for season 1! Ram Doobay — the younger son of the Doobay family, one of the top two most powerful and influential family in the Dozen.  each family who is part of the "Influential Dozen" has an occupation they are famous for and for him, it’s his role as Brahmin and his visions are more accurate than others, so he is associated with the goddess.

Deviya Sharma — the youngest child and only daughter of the Sharma family. the only child left alive of this powerful legacy. her family is the third most influential family in the Dozen. after the death of her beloved brother, she had to carry all of that weight on her shoulders. the Dozen gave Devi five years to learn the family business and prove that she was worthy to be head, otherwise the position would go to a distant male relative, because how could a woman lead, right? and so she did. she carved a place for herself in a world that didn’t want to accommodate her and she proved them wrong.

I’m thinking of how Ram sure he got Devi out of the house during the attack on the mountain before even going going to rescue his brother. he put her above his own family, above his responsibilities, over and over again. he went after Devi when she took off on an horse during the attack and carried her in his arms back to safety, the only place he can be sure she’s going to be safe. (and thankfully, it wasn’t his arms in which she died) 

I’m thinking of Deviya and Ram together. how even after not seeing each other for five years, or barely catching a glimpse of each other, the feelings they harbored still kept growing, spreading like a wildfire. I’m thinking of Ram’s hope and wishful desire to see her at every service, of how his eyes would search amid each throng, just hoping to catch her smile along the hallowed halls where once they met - a vision he could never forget. I’m thinking of him, watching Devi’s phoenix-like life before his eyes. though grief had struck a cruel, harsh blow in her life, her soul still glowed, and he basked in the light of that, a sense of pride he couldn’t decipher or explain to himself. I’m thinking of him “noticing an unfamiliar feeling rising inside him” when he met her.

I’m thinking of Ram always finding an excuse to touch Deviya, holding her hand to lead her somewhere, brushing his fingers over her cheek, cupping her face, putting a hand on her waist, trapping her against the wall, putting his finger on her lips, a game of push and pull, of hide and seek, a game they shouldn’t be playing because they’re pawns in the game that is their life, yet they can’t help it. I’m thinking of how he said he missed her when she didn’t attend the religious services, and when she joked that he missed her, he said he missed her smiling at him. 

and now they’re both adults, she’s the head of her family, he’s still the powerful Bahmin. after all the loss, rebuilding, jest and teasing, they’re finally acting upon the passion they hid for so long as if it was something to be ashamed of. they finally give in to their sweet but forbidden temptation, one that had been building up for half a decade. I’m thinking of Ram drinking his wine, kissing her and making Deviya drink the same wine his mouth was holding, a release sweeter than anything. a sweet torment, a sweet sin, that was what their kisses felt like. 

I’m thinking of their game of prey and victim, of Ram falling into his own trap, of realizing he’s just as much of a victim of their game of love as she is. and why, why does he not mind that? he’s supposed to be like the rest of his family, marry someone he’s not in love with, cause what worth does love bring when you require power? that’s what his family line looked like, alliances, partnership, all devoid of love. but Deviya, he awakened something in Ram, a fire he couldn’t contain, a fire he didn’t want to contain. they weren’t kids anymore, playing seek and chasing, they were adults, and the whole Dozen be damned if they couldn’t have each other. he was ready to risk any wrath, if it meant being able to see that damned smile of hers. 

I’m thinking of Ram talking Devi through her anger at the reception so she wouldn’t make a mistake in front of her guests and lose the position she had so long worked for, in a world that didn’t make space for people like her. I’m thinking of him reminding her to not let their baseless scorn diminish her radiant dignity. 

I’m thinking of how, minutes after FINALLY giving in to temptation that has been built up for !! half a decade !!, they find out she got betrothed to another - who just so happens to be a colonizer, an enemy they’re supposed to turn into another pawn in the games of their parents/superiors - and how those few minutes of passion were supposed to be the end of their story before it even began, before the ink had even dried on the first chapter. 

for those few stolen minutes, the world around them ceased to exist and there was only their all-consuming passion. they came so close to unity and happiness, something they didn’t allow themselves to even dream of, considering their status, only to have it snatched away again. those five long years of silent pining, living for their secret smiles and tender touches across a crowded room, was it all for naught? he’s slipping away from her, she’s slipping away from him. their destiny was no longer their own, but had it ever been? it was always dictated by the merciless march of fate, a stone in their road they can’t destroy. 

“everything that had been blossoming between them for five years... those glances, their secret smiles, their light touches... was it truly all over?” 

I’m thinking of how perfectly their hands fit together when they kissed, but now hers is promised to another. how could hands so perfectly intered now part?

“it felt unbearably difficult to be attracted to one man while preparing to marry another” x “my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand, taking mine, but it's been promised to another”. 

I’m thinking about how Ram, as a seer, is forced to support Mahakali’s will, under any circumstances. and yet, he lied, he lied and tried to save the girl who felt like his only truth in this world. he lied, perjury spilling all over the place, a truth he was willing to hide forever, like a shameful secret. (for he didn’t know what was worse, losing Devi to their enemy or to death.) he lied that the bride was another girl, he willingly let another woman DIE in Devi’s place !! because he couldn’t fathom losing her !! and this act had been committed five years ago, when the affection between the two had barely began blossoming. despite that, he still put his life on a silver plate to save hers. and yet, he now realizes that despite him trying to change the literal course of destiny, Devi has ended up being arranged to the British Lord anyways, which means she will die and so, whatever he does, he can't change that, he can't fix that, he can't protect her. and that explains why Ram kept Devi so close to him during the arson night in their Himalayan mansion, why he saved her before saving his own blood. 

I’m thinking of them breaking rules for each other, to craft and create a space that is just theirs. thinking of Ram entering Devi’s room to discuss what happened during the ritual, knowing fully that if a sight of them in that situation had been caught, they’d be in huge problems. I’m thinking of Ram telling her “such a rakhasi cannot possibly die. I need her” while teasing her, but I’m also thinking of how at the end of season one, his heart aches for her, turning this jest into reality. he knows can't love her in the open because they're both the head of their own families and she's arranged to the British lord but despite it all, despite the challenges and stares of dismay they’re certain to face if this were to be revealed, he finally mustered up the courage to ask Devi to be with him, even if it's in secret. he would rather have her in secret, than lose her, be it to death or another man. 

Devi said "those in charge bend the rules to their will. If the one I choose is my equal, then the two of us will have enough power to change any rule to suit ourselves." because that is the truth. they both come from strong families, they both already have everything, so why can't they bend the rules, why can't they unite these two strong families? Devi herself has seen the injustice of the world's power structures firsthand. she knew that those at the top could manipulate the rules to serve their own interests, bending them like twigs to align with their desires. there was a righteous defiance in her tone, a refusal to be constrained by arbitrary dictates created by the elite to maintain their supremacy. why should she and Ram, both scions of powerful families in their own right, be subjugated by rules that did not apply to their supposed "betters"? there was an almost revolutionary undercurrent to Devi's words. if the system was rigged to only benefit those at the very top and the goddess, then she and Ram had the power and pedigree to overhaul it entirely, to dismantle the unjust hierarchies and rebuild the foundations with equity at the core. Devi and Ram could author a new truth, a new legacy, one of freedom.

and I’m thinking of them, on her death day. of how Ram looked at her and thought to himself, “/ wish this had happened to me instead... hasn't she been dealt enough pain already, in her life?” and “when Ram realized how sincere his desire to take all Deviya's troubles for himself was, it quickly became clear that their secret relationship had taken on a new meaning … growing into something profound”. I’m thinking of him trying to change the prophecy, the fate, the will of an immortal woman whose power controlled them all. what had begun as a forbidden illicit affair, blossoming in fleeting glances and gentle caresses had evolved into something sacred - a bond so deep that he yearned to shoulder her entire burden himself. he had never known anything like that, because love in the Dozen was marked as weakness. marriages, union, relationships? they’re all pawns being moved by string pulled by people higher than them. 

if only Ram could rewind time itself and change the prophecy that had ripped them apart. if only he possessed the power to overrule the designs of Mahakali herself and spare his beloved from this cruel end.

I’m thinking of how weak he must have felt when him and Devi started their ritual. and yet despite that, he still put her first, caring about her before his own self, creating a quiet vortex where only she existed, cocooned in his devotion.

“noticing how distressed she was, he closed his eyes and then slowly began kissing her fingers. Devi noticed that his eyelashes were trembling. he’s nervous as well, but once again he tries to reassure me first, even though he could use some support himself."

and for all his attempts to be her anchor in the storm, he too was adrift on unsettled waters.

“they kissed each other gently and yet desperately at the same time, as only doomed lovers can kiss.”

“he was with her right at that moment. sharing her pain and fear... would that have been possible if what they had was fleeting? he always chose her, no matter what.”

Ram: “I'll be with you. no matter what.”

Devi: “I know.”

and I wonder, what is love if not tragedy? the greatest love stories of this lifetime are always tragedies after all. the greatest romances that echo through the ages are not those of simplistic bliss and happy ever after, but rather of all-consuming passions etched in unescapable sorrow. it is as if the cosmos demands the highest price for the grandest of loves - extracting an anguished toll, lest the intensity of that bond between two souls burn too bright for this mortal plane. as if the gods look upon a love too pure and decree that it must be forged in the flames of tragedy to temper its power. for how could we mere mortals comprehend the depth of a love not balanced by loss? how could we appreciate the rarity of two beings joined at the soul if not for the cruel obstacles that sought to sever their union? after all, the sweetest wine must pass through the bitterest of pressings to become transcendent. 

and I’m thinking of promises, of how Ram and Devi despite them because they are as fragile as glass and porcelain, worse than lies because they encourage hope to come out of that shell, in which it was hidden just to then they demolish it again. but this bond between them, it was more than a promise — a certainty. it is a whirlwind of love and passion which doesn't want to cease. everything that it's not about the other, it's cold, colorless, arid, impassive, of a glacial perfidy, that empties inside, overshadowing every corner. (okay I might be talking about my own mind but shh)

I’m thinking of her dying moments, of Devi’s thoughts tracing their way back home to Ram. she tried to close her eyes to “connect with him, to send to make him feel what she felt, to send him some part of her inner strength. he was there for her, last time. he helped her get out of the residence and protected her when the enemies attacked them.”

“the very thought of losing him was unbearable. and just as things were beginning to blossom between them.”

"I'm with him in my thoughts, heart, and soul."

"even if it doesn't make any real sense, it does for me. l feel calmer this way."

she tried to send him some parts of her inner strength and that reminds me of being a child, believing that blowing over your mother’s wound will heal her, because in your mind love is enough, enough to save you and heal you. in the innocence of childhood, we all truly believed that love alone could be the salve for any hurt or ill. that if we willed it hard enough, cared deeply enough, the sheer force of our adoration would be potent enough medicine to cure any malady. so when Devi made that offering of her strength to Ram, it resonated to me with that same beautiful naivete. a pure-hearted notion that the simple act of sharing her reserves of inner fire could reignite and renew his own flames, just by the power of her love alone. 

and what if this is what’s truly holy? their lives are controlled by a goddess, but what if their bond is what’s truly holy? for is not love itself a form of divine grace? where every caress, every whispered vow is a prayer more sublime than temples could endow. I’m thinking of how the ring on his finger is his connection to the goddess, and I wonder after all that will happen, he’s starting to wish it was a different kind of ring.

and in today’s papyrus — 

─── ⋆⋅☾⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅☾⋅⋆ ──────

tags: @a-cloud-for-dreams, @astarotha, @pawaki17luna, @lanesrequiem, @ratanslily, @tremendouswolfsaladranch @haitianempress

[since you asked to be tagged (which made me so happy 🥹🥹) you’re now required to think of me as that one moot who obsesses over them] also I feel like it shows I’m a poet ☠️

#JB is thinking about rc #romance club #romance club game #rc kfs #rc devi #rc deviya sharma #deviya sharma #rc ram #ram doobay #kali: flame of samsara #rc kali flame of samsara #kali flame of samsara #kfs #I am so insane about them

[starryevermore]

the house of snow (21) ✧ coriolanus snow

the house of snow ✧ a royal coryo au | pinterest board| ao3

pairing: king!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

series summary: the king of panem is in search of a bride. and, for reasons you can never understand, coriolanus snow has set his sights on you. it would never be a happy marriage, you’re sure of that. but none of that matters, because when snow decides he wants something, he will do everything in his power to ensure it is his. 

chapter summary: changes are coming.

word count: 2,010

series warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, royal au, regency au, arranged marriage, rivals to lovers, obsessive!coryo, jealous!coryo, protective!coryo, eventual smut, eventual pregnancy, more tags to be added later

chapter warnings?: implied smut, sickness, pet name (petal), not proofread

“I never imaged that Coriolanus Snow would be the sort of man to wrap himself around his wife’s finger,” Clemensia said, stirring her spoon in the china teacup. The metal clinked against the porcelain. She lifted the spoon from the cup and set it on the plate before taking a long drink.

You had invited her and Livia, among some other young ladies of the ton, for tea. The rest of the ladies had broken off in their own conversations while you remained with your friends. It was nice to see them. Though you loved your Coryo, sometimes it was good to spend time away from him. It reminded you of how much you enjoyed his presence. 

“I never imagined him married. I sort of thought he’d live alone forever. He never cared much for chasing after girls at the Academy,” Livia admitted. Her face paled as though she realized who she was speaking to. You almost laughed at the scared, mouse-like expression. “I mean no offense, Your Majesty.”

You waved her off. “You can speak freely to me. I must admit, it is nice to hear that someone didn’t think my Coryo to be the marrying type.”

“Oooh, your Coryo,” Clemensia teased, brushing her elbow against yours. 

“Oh, hush,” you laughed. “I thought I was truly blind when he told me he’s wanted my hand since we were fourteen. At least now I can say I was not blind, but rather that he was terrible at communicating his feelings.”

Livia’s brows raised to her hairline. “Fourteen? Really?”

“He’d been asking my father for my hand since we were eighteen,” you added. “My father refused until Coryo made a name for himself.”

“And of course he would take that to mean he must be crowned King,” Clemensia said. “He was never anything but ambitious.”

Livia smiled and reached for your hand. She gave it a squeeze. “That is so romantic. A man who will take a kingdom so he can earn his love’s hand. People write stories about that sort of thing.”

“That sounds like the stories you would read, petal.“

All other conversation in the parlor had ceased. You didn’t have to turn in your seat to know that Coryo was behind you. His firm hands came to rest on his shoulders, and he leaned down to press a kiss to your temple. A smile pulled at your lips. 

“Do you think all I read is romance?” you said. 

“Not all. But everyone needs something lighter after reading about history and politics all day,” Coryo said. His fingers trailed off the lace of your gown and to the exposed skin by your collarbone. A shiver ran down your spine. Why had you tortured yourself with this tea again? “Besides, you had to get the idea of a love match from somewhere.”

You watched as Clemensia leaned over to Livia. Her voice dropped to a stage-whisper as she said, “Aren’t they much cuter than her and Lord Plinth would ever be?”

Coryo’s fingers curled into your skin. It didn’t hurt, but it reminded you of how you and Coryo lost a friend. Even if Sejanus could leave the Peacekeepers and return to the Capitol, nothing would ever be the same. You couldn’t imagine a world where you all could be friends again. You reached up and took his hand, lifting it to your lips. He relaxed as you kissed his knuckles. 

“Much cuter,” Livia agreed. 

Clemensia’s eyes glinted with mischief as she turned her gaze to you and Coryo. “A shame he enlisted with the Peacekeepers. I wish he could see the two of you so sickeningly in love.”

“Perhaps that’s why he enlisted. Because he couldn’t live with himself if he wasn’t the one making her so happy,” Livia mused. 

Oh, that was such a romantic way to think of it. If only they knew it was because he was so in love with you that he begged you to run away with him. If only they had seen the King so red with anger, how you had thought he would have killed his once-friend with his bare hands. If Livia was writing your story, she would make it seem like Sejanus peacefully stepped out of the picture. She wouldn’t make it seem like the betrayal it was. 

You lifted your chin to look at your husband. While his face was painted to look calm, you could see the anger swirling in his pale blue eyes. You kissed his knuckles again and said, “Why he left doesn’t matter. Not when I have such a wonderful husband by my side.”

Coryo’s tight-lipped smile turned genuine. “And with that, I must steal my wife away. We have important matters we must discuss.”

You held onto Coryo’s hand as you rose from your seat. He led you out of the ignore, the both of you ignoring Clemensia’s giggled “important matters, hm?”. Your heart beat hard in your chest as you walked down the hall. He wouldn’t harm you, you were sure of that, but you didn’t like when he let the anger simmer.

Coryo took you to the office and shut the door behind you. Once alone, he tugged you against his chest and pressed his lips against yours. A gasp escaped you, allowing him the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth. Your arms wound their way around his shoulders. You hand tangled itself in his hair. Well, this certainly wasn’t what you expected, but you weren’t going to kick a gift horse in the mouth. 

“I would marry you again,” he grunted against your mouth. “I would marry you every day for the rest of my life.”

“What’s stopping you? You are King. The only person you let order you around is me, and I would never deprive myself of you again.”

Coryo pulled away. Before you could inquire why, he was sinking down on his knees. He pushed your skirts up, hooked one leg over his shoulder. His nose brushed against your clothed core, wet mouth pressing kisses. Coryo pulled down your undergarments and began to recite his vows. 

“I, Coriolanus Snow, take thee to be my wedded Wife, to have and to hold from this day forward…”

Your stomach churned as you ate breakfast. With every bite, it took tremendous effort to keep the food down. Even with a generous amount of water between bites, it doesn’t seem to help. Part of you wanted to believe it was because you would be meeting with the Electors for the first time since your engagement to Coryo. But you knew it wasn’t nerves. You had had a rare clear schedule two days prior when you found yourself knelt over a chamberpot, the remnants of lunch spilling out with no end in sight. 

“You don’t need to meet with the Electors if you are not feeling up to it,” Coryo said from the other end of the table. He had finished his own breakfast what felt like hours ago. In reality, it had only been a few minutes. Yet every effort to eat your own meal seemed to take eons. “I can meet them on my own, or we can reschedule. No one will fault you if they wish to live.”

The threat was meant to make you laugh, and you might have if the nausea didn’t overwhelm you. A Peacekeeper from the corner of the room raced over with a vessel for your vomit. You heaved until there was nothing left, barely noticing that Coryo had came around your side and was rubbing your back. 

“I take it back. You are not going,” he said. “They should be arriving soon, but I will inform them that we cannot take visitors at the moment.”

You lifted your head. Sweat beaded on your forehead, and you knew you looked as sick as you felt. Still, though, you argued, “I am fine now. I-I just need a moment to freshen up. Whatever sickness that was has passed. I am fine, Coryo.”

“Is that why you pretend I don’t know you have been sick every day this week?”

You had prayed he didn’t notice. A foolish thought, to be sure. But he never made a comment when you would slide out of bed or would excuse yourself from the office. 

“You never said anything.”

Coryo sighed. He ran a hand over your hair, careful not to mess up the delicate pinnings. “Nor did you. I thought you might have wanted space. If you do, I will continue to allow you it. But I will not let you go to meetings and make yourself worse. Go back to our chambers, take a bath, and I will have a physician sent up.”

“Coryo—”

He hushed you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Please, petal.”

You frowned, but conceded. When Coryo looked at you with that serious look in his eyes, it was hard to fight back. So you rose from your chair and retreated to your chambers. A lady’s maid was quick to help you out of your dress and undid your hair while another servant drew you a bath. Once in the bath, you tried to push your mind away from your sickness. It was easy to do until a servant came in to let you know the physician arrived. 

Rather reluctantly, you left your bath and slipped on a shift before letting the physician inside your chambers. You offered a tight-lipped smile as he gave a quick bow. 

“Thank you for your haste,” you said, sitting on the edge of the bed. The physician pulled the bench by your vanity over so he sat in front of you. “I am certain this will pass soon, but Coryo wanted to be certain.”

“Of course, Your Majesty,” he said. “I am sure you would much rather return to your duties, so we can make this quick. Could you tell me your symptoms?”

You began to rattle them off, your heart sinking as you began to realize how much you had been sick over the last week. How had Coryo managed to stay silent this long? Did he realize how ill you had been? Judging by the on the physician’s face, you began to worry that you and Coryo had waited too long to do anything.

The door creaked open. Without really thinking of what you were doing, you stood up as Coryo entered the room. He nodded at the physician before coming to your side. You sat together. His hand instinctively took yours. 

“Is everything well?” Coryo asked.

“I will need to ask a few questions first, but I am certain all is well, Your Majesty,” the physician said.

“Ask away then,” Coryo said. 

The physical looked to you. “Forgive me for my bluntness, but when was your last courses?”

Your grip on Coryo’s hand tightened. When had that been? It felt like nearly a lifetime ago. How long ago had it been since you bled? You used to be so diligent about this. Your mother always stressed the importance of it. She would say it would be important when you were married, because that’s when you knew when you would have children. Children. Oh. 

You counted back the days and the weeks, your heart racing as you couldn’t pinpoint the exact time. “Right before the wedding,” you decided. “The day you threw the ball, Coryo.”

Coryo’s head snapped to yours. “That was nearly two months ago.”

The physician smiled. “Ah, well, then that’s likely what’s at issue. I have a few tests we can do to be certain, but I do believe we have found the source of your sickness, Your Majesty.”

Suddenly, you very much wanted to throw up again. Could it really be so soon? You tried to recall married couples that came before you. How long had it been for them? You wanted to say a lot longer. Certainly not a mere two months. 

“Congratulations,” the physician said. “Panem will rejoice when your babe arrives.”

You vomited on his shoes. 

#the house of snow: a royal coryo au #coriolanus snow imagine #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow x fem!reader #coriolanus snow x female reader #coriolanus snow x y/n #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus snow fan fiction #coriolanus snow fan fic #coriolanus snow fanfic #coriolanus snow fic #starrywrites #starryevermore

[foreseersgaze]

VIPER— IN THE CORE

— INTRODUCTION | CHAPTER I

— TOJI FUSHIGURO X AFAB!READER

— WC: 747

— CONTENT WARNINGS: The reader displays signs of anxiety, and references to the Bible.

"Do you think Eve enjoyed the apple the Devil gave her?"

The question is sudden. Your therapist tilts her head, looking at you over the rims of her half-moon-shaped glasses, the chain dangles when she tilts her head to look at you, curiously. She tugs at the sleeves of her teal cardigan sweater, and she clears her throat.

"Why do you ask that?" She inquires—a quip prevalent in her tone, intrigued.

You smile, looking down at your hands, seeing the chipped-away cuticles and the jagged edges of your nails from biting them.

"I don't know..." You reply. It was a quick response, something you did to just answer and leave it, but, you take a deep breath, trying to gather the thoughts in your head so you can expand upon this point. "I... I think she enjoyed it."

Your therapist—Mrs. Marsh (Marsh is short for Marshall)—crosses one leg over the other and places the giant notepad into her lap, and her dainty fingers quickly move to grab one of those fancy, gel fountain pens out of the teacup she uses as a pen holder. She makes a few scribbles before looking back up at you.

"Why do you think Eve enjoyed it?" Her gray brows are furrowed and she leans forward.

You sigh, looking back down at your nails for a moment, using one of your fingernails to pick at one of your cuticles as you gather your thoughts once more.

The story of Adam and Eve always intrigued you. Adam and Eve, living in paradise, and God warning Adam and Eve not to eat from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. Tempted by the Devil in an innocent form of a snake, Eve takes a bite of the apple, and, immediately, tells Adam to eat from it as well. They both gain knowledge and the ability to perceive themselves but are punished by God, sending them to live away from paradise.

Maybe Eve told Adam to eat too because she enjoyed it.

The temptation of the Devil.

Maybe it felt good to go against the will of God.

"I just..." You sigh, not sure how to put your thoughts into words.

"I think Eve enjoyed it because she enjoyed the thrill of it. Not willingly wanting to turn against God, but because the words of the Devil sounded so good, that the apple tasted just as sweet as receiving punishment."

You hear a few more scribbles coming from Mrs. Marsh's pen which makes you look back up at the elderly woman.

"So... you think Eve enjoyed the apple, not because of the taste, but because of the thrill?" She asks, and you meet her gaze as she looks over the lines of her glasses once more.

"Yes."

Your words are put simply, but it's punctuated enough to where your therapist lets out a sound of realization. She opens her mouth to speak before she uncrosses her legs again, leaning forward to talk to you.

"So... tell me. Do you relate to Eve?" Mrs. Marsh taps her pen on her notebook thoughtfully.

You nod your head slowly once you've felt the courage to admit that. Absent-mindedly, you continue to play with your nails, scratching off your cuticles and feeling your heart pound in your chest, and your mind begins to fill with the feeling as if ants were crawling around in your head.

"Yes."

Mrs. Marsh makes another note on her notepad, her gel fountain pen makes that familiar scribbling sound that makes your fingers itch the skin on the backs of your palms. You swallow thickly and take a deep breath, eyes flickering over her notepad, taking a mental note of how long she's taking to write something down.

"Alright, then. So you relate to Eve. What thrilled you so much, that, you didn't mind being punished? Was it the risk of doing drugs? Alcohol? Dating a person of the same sex?"

You furrow your eyebrows, shaking your head to all of those things, though, some of those things did happen to you when you took a bite of the apple.

Mrs. Marsh takes note of your answer, and she raises her pen, pointing at you.

"...A man?"

Yes. God, yes.

You nod slowly, keeping eye contact with her, and a slow smile raises upon her soft countenance. She tugs on the sleeves of her cardigan once more, rolling them up past her forearms. She readies her fountain pen.

"Alright, Eve. What did the Devil do?"

#posts. #jjk. #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro fanfic #toji fushiguro fanfiction #toji fushiguro x you #toji x reader #jjk toji #toji smut #toji x you #toji fushiguro angst #toji angst

[mur4sak1]

What would the elves give you as a gift?

A/N: Hi everyone, in these headcanons I have included what I think would be the gifts that our beloved elves would give us in special situations. Remember that English is not my first language so I hope I wrote in the best way <3

Characters: Galdor, Maedhros, Glorfindel, Maglor, Celegorm

Galdor: a bouquet of flowers (I'm SURE that Galdor would be the kind of elf to give you a bouquet of fresh flowers whenever he could.)

Every day, after attending meetings in the city to discuss strategies and defense plans, Galdor would go into the woods and fields surrounding the city to pick a bouquet of fresh flowers for you. The flowers he chose were the most beautiful and colorful he could find: white lilies, red roses, wild daisies... he picked them carefully, taking care not to ruin the petals, and took them to your rooms. He would then leave them on a table next to the bed so that in the morning you could wake up with the scent of their delicate fragrances. You loved watching them as they slowly opened, revealing their beauty to the world, as if those flowers were the symbol of your love. Every morning you woke up with a smile on your face, ready to face the day with a heart full of gratitude.

And so, day after day, Galdor continued to bring you the most beautiful flowers that nature could offer, demonstrating his love and dedication in a tangible and constant way. You knew well that you were the luckiest person in the world to have the love of such a kind and caring elf.

Maedhros: a ring

After his terrible imprisonment in Angband, Maedhros was finally free among his brothers. A lot of time had passed but the pain of losing his hand still caused strong emotions in him. His heart was full of bitterness and anger for what he had suffered, but it was right there that he realized how much you meant to him. It was your voice, your stories and your support that kept him holding on to hope during the long years of imprisonment but also the only person to help him differentiate the dream from reality when darkness took over his mind and everyone feared him. So he decided he needed to give you something special. He spent days thinking about what he could do to you, until he had an epiphany. He went to a small workshop where, as a child, his father had taught him the basics of the goldsmith's trade. With an expert but somewhat rusty hand, Maedhros began to carefully work a ring. Every time his hand trembled from fatigue, the thought of your smile gave him the strength to carry on. Finally, after days of intense work, the gift was ready. (…)

The setting sun painted the sky with orange tones, while you and your elf admired the sunset from the window of your rooms. “For you,” he said, handing you a small box. You opened the little package. It was an elegant and simple ring, with a bright red stone of the color of his hair, a little imperfect but full of meaning. “It's wonderful,” you whispered. “But why are you giving me this?” you asked, unable to understand what the event was. "Because you were the light that guided me out of the darkness of Angband," he replied in a soft voice. "Without you, I don't know if I would have ever found the strength to continue." You felt your heart ache at Maedhros' words and his vulnerability. "I hope it brings you some joy and light, like you did for me.”

Glorfindel: a picnic

Glorfindel was a kind and thoughtful elf, always caring to the needs and wishes of his loved ones, and when your birthday arrived, he decided to plan something special to celebrate the occasion. That morning he asked you to meet in a small courtyard on the edge of the city of Gondolin where you used to meet and, once you arrived, he made you turn around telling that he had to blindfold you because he had to take you somewhere. A little confused but also excited by the idea, you accepted. “Don't worry, I'll guide you.” He took your hand and you walked away. (…)

After walking for a while, you felt the sensation of grass under your feet and the sound of leaves blowing in the wind. “Well, we have arrived.” The blond removed the blindfold from your eyes and when you opened them again, you couldn't believe your eyes. You were in a beautiful flowery meadow not far from the city walls, at the foot of a large oak tree that provided shelter from the hot sunlight. There, among the chirping of birds and the sweet scent of wild herbs, sat a picnic basket. Glorfindel opened a large cloth and began to bring out countless delicacies. There were fresh fruits, pastries, delicate cheeses and crusty breads, along with a variety of delicious desserts and refreshing drinks. Throughout the day you laughed and joked, enjoying the tranquility of nature and all the beauty it had to offer, and as the sun slowly set over the horizon, Glorfindel looked into your eyes and said something perhaps even better than the picnic: “Seeing your smile among this beautiful scenery today made me realize that I can never want anything more in life. There is a question burning inside me and I can no longer remain silent... Do you want to become my wife and make this elf happy for eternity?".

Maglor: a poetry

The wind blew hard that evening on the shores of the rough sea, while you and Maglor sat on a rock watching the waves crash violently against the rocks. The air was charged with electricity, a harbinger of an impending storm. Suddenly you heard your name being called from the elf and when you turned you saw him take a note from his jacket pocket. “Here, I wrote this for you.” You opened it and saw that it contained a poem written in elegant script. The words seemed to pay homage to the sea, speaking of its power and beauty, but you understood that those words were addressed to you. You looked at Maglor with tears in your eyes, touched and speechless. He smiled sweetly at you and said: "This is my gift to you, so that you can always have the sea in your heart and the beauty of its mysteries to accompany you wherever you go." And it was in that moment, between the roar of the waves and the salty smell of the air, that you understood how similar the sea and Maglor were, both capable of enchanting you with their strength and captivating you with their beauty. And in that moment, you understood that you had found someone who would leave an indelible mark on your life, like the sea that leaves its scent on your skin even when far away.

Celegorm: a wolf cub

It was your birthday and Celegorm had done nothing for you. You were disappointed, you thought your beloved didn't even care about your birthday. But Celegorm had a special gift in mind for you, he just had to wait for the right time to give it to you.

When evening finally arrived, Celegorm took your hand and led you towards a terrace. When you got there, you couldn't believe your eyes: In the middle of the terrace there was a brown wolf cub, with sparkling eyes and a playful attitude. “I know I didn't do anything for your birthday, but I wanted to give you something special. He's an Oromë cub… he's like Huan. He will protect you and keep you company in difficult times.”, Celegorm said softly. You were speechless, it was the most incredible gift you could imagine. You ran towards the wolf cub who immediately started licking your face as a sign of affection. "Even if i had to travel a long way to bring him to you, if you don't want him I can bring him back." "ABSOLUTELY NOT" you replied anxiously and this made Celegorm laugh heartily. "Oh, so you want to hold him close to you, huh?" he said jokingly afterwards teasing you. Then, with an affectionate smile, he approached you and whispered in your ear: “Don't worry, I would never let him be taken away from you.” With a sweet kiss on your forehead, he hugged you warmly, making you feel safe and loved.

#tolkien #silmarillion #maedhros #maedhros x reader #glorfindel #glorfindel x reader #galdor #galdor x reader #silmarillion x reader #silmarillion headcanon #celegorm x reader #celegorm #maglor #maglor x reader

[inkspiredwriting]

Unspoken Jealousy

Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Number Five stood in the middle of the living room, staring intently at a complex blueprint spread across the coffee table. He was deep in thought, muttering to himself as he connected the dots of his latest plan. Y/N, his wife, watched him from the doorway, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. She admired his brilliance and determination, but today, something else gnawed at her.

“Hey, genius,” she called out, trying to sound casual. “What’s got you so engrossed this time?”

Five looked up, a grin spreading across his face as he saw her. “Just working on a new project. Trying to make sense of this time anomaly I noticed.”

Y/N walked over and sat beside him, glancing at the blueprints. “Another day, another time anomaly, huh?”

He chuckled. “Something like that. You know how it is.”

Y/N nodded, but her mind was elsewhere. Lately, she had noticed Five talking more and more about Dolores. It was never in a way that suggested he still had feelings for her, but the mere mention of her name was enough to spark a pang of jealousy.

“Five,” Y/N began, hesitating slightly. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” he replied, looking up from his work.

“Why do you talk about Dolores so much?” she asked, trying to keep her tone light. “I mean, I get that she was important to you, but it feels like she’s always there in the background.”

Five’s expression softened, and he reached out to take her hand. “Y/N, Dolores was a coping mechanism for me when I was alone in the apocalypse. She kept me sane when there was no one else. But she’s just a memory now, a relic of a time I’d rather forget.”

Y/N sighed, her jealousy turning into a deep-seated insecurity. “I understand that, but sometimes it feels like I’m competing with a ghost.”

Five’s eyes widened in surprise. “Competing with a ghost? Y/N, you’re my wife, the person I love most in this world. Dolores was a mannequin. She wasn’t real. You are.”

“I know that,” Y/N said, her voice tinged with frustration. “But it doesn’t change how I feel. Every time you mention her, it’s like a reminder that there was a time when I wasn’t enough to keep you sane.”

Five moved closer, cupping her face in his hands. “Y/N, you are more than enough. You are everything to me. Dolores was a figment of my imagination, a way to survive. You are my reality, my anchor. I’m sorry if my talking about her makes you feel less important. That was never my intention.”

Y/N leaned into his touch, tears welling up in her eyes. “I just want to be the one you rely on now, the one you talk about.”

“You are,” Five whispered, kissing her forehead. “You’re the one who brought me back from the brink, who gave me a reason to keep fighting. Dolores was my past, but you are my present and my future. I promise to be more mindful of your feelings.”

Y/N wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. “Thank you, Five. I needed to hear that.”

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other’s embrace. The blueprints and time anomalies forgotten, Five and Y/N took comfort in their love, reaffirming their bond. It wasn’t always easy, but they knew they could face anything as long as they had each other.

From that day forward, Five made a conscious effort to let Dolores fade into the past where she belonged. He focused on the present, on Y/N, and the life they were building together. And though the scars of the past would always be there, they were just that—scars. They would heal, and with Y/N by his side, Five knew he could face whatever the future held.

In the end, it wasn’t about erasing the past but about making sure it didn’t overshadow the present. Five and Y/N found their way back to each other, stronger and more united than ever. And that, they realized, was all that mattered.

#five hargreeves imagines #five hargreeves x reader #number five imagine #number five x reader #five hargreeves x you #the umbrella academy #number five one shot #number five

[rafecamerons-whore]

Troublemakers(part 1)

Parrings~ Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary~ your new to the outer banks, got in trouble back at home so you’re living with your aunt and uncle, and you meet rafe at one of his parties, wanting to get to know each other more after your first time meeting.

Warnings~ smoking weed, mentioned beer, y/n used once, language,

A/N~ first series so please bare with me:)

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You were new to the Outer Banks, living with your uncle Chris and aunt Liz. The reason we were here was because you got into a bit of trouble back at home and your parents needed a break from your troublemaker self.

It’s been a few weeks living with you aunt and uncle. Tonight you heard about a party happening at the Cameron estate. You didn’t know many people but word got around.

It was around 11pm when your aunt and uncle went to bed. You wanted about half hour before sneaking out. You figured out that this house was only down the street from where you lived.

All you had on were a pair of black shorts, and a white branded crop top with some white shoes. You walked into the house, loud music filling your ears, the smell of beer and weed filling your nose.

You weren’t the type to drink beer, but weed was definitely your thing. Since you didn’t know anyone you made your way to the back of the house. Seeing a pool and the a deck out in the water.

You take your socks and shoes off putting your feet in the pool. You also take out a baggie of rolled blunts and your lighter. You light your blunt and wait a second before taking a hit. Letting all your stress be relieved.

Just as you finish the first blunt you got a nice high going, starting you second you hear footsteps behind you. “Who are you?” You hear a man’s voice ask. You turn your head a look up. Seeing a boy your age about 19, brown hair, blue eyes, and holding a beer. “Sorry I’m new here, is outside off limits?” You asked him getting up to stand in front of him.

He looked at you and realized he didn’t recognize you. His heart was beating a little faster though. “Names Rafe, Rafe Cameron, I’m the host of the party.” He said with no emotion. “Names y/n, I’m new here just got here a few weeks ago.” You said at him to take in his appearance and body language.

“Oh, really?” He asked a little intrigued. “Got into a bit of trouble back at home so I’m staying here with my aunt and uncle for a few months cause my parents need a break.” You said with a small smirk. “What kind of trouble.” He asked curious striking him. “Selling weed, got into a few fights.” You spoke with such a casual tone. “Got a troublemaker here, huh?” He said with a smirk.

You roll my eyes and scoff. “So you single?” You asked boldly. “Yeah why, like me already or something pretty girl?” He said with a smirk. “Really, a boy like you seems like he’s got girls lined up at his feet.” You said with a cocky smile. “I do, but they all want me for my money.” He spoke with a shrug of his shoulders.

“What’s your type, like is guys?” He asked with a cocky grin. “I like guys who are like me, I like troublemakers, but you gotta know how to respect a woman.” You spoke truthfully. “And a guy with a soft spot only for me.” You added on.

He gave you an amused smile. “Oh I see.” He said. “I’m pretty much the same you could say.” He added looking you up and down with a grin. All you do is smile, lighting your second blunt and take a hit before holding it to him. “You wanna hit?” You asked him. He shrugged and took it from you taking a long hit and giving it back.

“Why don’t you give me your number and we can talk again.” He said wanting to get back to the party. “Sure.” You spoke with a shrug.

He handed you his phone, you type your number in and make a contact for yourself putting it as ‘pretty girl😚’ before texting yourself and hearing your own phone ping. You smiled and handed it back to him before he returned the smile and headed back to the party.

You finished you second blunt and did a third before leaving the party. You successfully snuck back into your room and changed into something more comfortable before crashing into your bed falling into a deep slumber.

Rafe on the other hand, he couldn’t stop thinking about you, he looked so pretty. He’s a playboy but after seeing you he might change. It’s later that night when everyone leaves and he’s in his room alone, he opened his phone to check a few things and saw what you put as your contact. He smirked at it before closing his phone and going to sleep.

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It was 11am when you checked the time. Waking up and remembering last night. You want to see him again already and you barely know him. You were known as a player back at your home town, would have a boyfriend and then cheat on him. But it wasn’t your fault. None of them were ever good enough.

You went downstairs and were met with you aunt and uncle about to eat breakfast. “There’s more eggs and bacon on the stove.” Uncle Chris said sitting down and started to eat.

You walk to the kitchen and grab a plate and started putting the eggs and bacon on your plate. You sit down with them at the table and also started eating.

Once you finished eating you went back up stairs to your room and changed clothes for the day. Checking you phone seeing you have a message from ‘rafe💋’. You smile and read the text.

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Rafe💋: hey pretty girl whatcha doing today.

Pretty girl😚: nothing much why?

Rafe💋: wanna hang out with me and my friends today?

Rafe💋: would like to get to know you more:)

Pretty girl😚: sure why not what time?

Pretty girl😚: I wanna get to know you more too rafe:)

Rafe💋: ok cool, I’ll pick you up in like hour and a half?

Pretty girl😚: sounds good see you then.

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You smile at the text and close your phone before you lay back on your bed and just scroll on your phone for the next hour and a half.

Rafe texts you about thirty minutes before, asking for you address so you give it to him even though your down the street.

Then a little later he sends you another text saying he’s outside and ready.

You walk downstairs and tell your aunt and uncle goodbye. “I’ll see you later, going out with friends!”

And you walk out the front door walking to Rafe’s car and getting in the back seat where another one of his friends topper was.

Rafe gave you a smile before driving wherever they are going. You all started small talk in the car talking about random shit.

“So you’re new right?” Topper asked looking at you. “Yeah I am, don’t know much people.” You said looking back at him. “You single.” He smirked at you and put an arm behind you. “Yeah I am, but I’m not looking for anything.” You said with an awkward smile.

What you didn’t see was safe gaze watching you both in a mirror. He listen to topper try and flirt with you as he started getting jealous. He didn’t even know why he’s never felt like this about a girl before. He did calm slightly when you said you didn’t want anything, which made him a bit disappointed.

What he didn’t know was what you were think in your mind when you said you didn’t want anything. In your mind you wanted rafe even though you just met, something about him is attracting you to him and you don’t know what.

Same with him something is attracting you to him but he doesn’t know.

It’s only something for you both to find out and get to know each other….

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A/N~ is it good or bad be honest

Part 2 soon….

#Rafey fics<3 #rafe cameron #outerbanks rafe #rafe fanfiction #rafe fic #rafe imagine #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #rafe smut #rafe x reader #rafe x you #drew starkey

[lee1504]

I saw your request for angst prompts so I come here with a quote

"I hate you for what you've made me"

i hate you for what you've made me

Aiden used to be a quieter, less active kid. He used to sit inside the house all day, either drawing or reading his favorite series. He would sit still all day, either at his desk or bed, and no one would ever bother or notice him.

Maybe that's why he became like this. Reckless, never still, an uncontrollable ball of chaos and energy. All because no one ever noticed him. Not even his parents.

He first tried to get their attention by winning awards. He shifted from sport to sport, from basketball to soccer, to baseball, to volleyball. The pattern continued.

He was always MVP. He noticed that he was naturally talented at sports. He always got large, golden trophies with his name engraved at the base.

For a while, it worked. His parents loved him. They fanned over him, telling all their friends and the other parents how talented their little boy was.

But then it was like they got bored again. They resumed their business trips, their meetings, all that. They left him alone in their large house.

It was quiet for a long time.

And, for a long time, Aiden didn't realize how different things were.

He tried again. He tried showing his parents his drawings and poems. They were impressed again, but for less time than the awards.

Was he not good enough?

Things took a turn. Aiden started doing dangerous, reckless things. Maybe if I got hurt, they'd notice me again, he had thought. He started slow, doing adrenaline-inducing sports like cliff diving. He made sure he got scratched.

Still, guess what?

They never even noticed.

They never noticed when he got cut, when he got bruised, when he broke his leg or arm or hand. Maybe they did notice him, but he got hurt too many times to count, so maybe they just assumed this as a normal occurrence. It was just Aiden, anyway. Everyone should've already expected that to happen.

One day, he took things too far. He was kneeling on the bathroom floor, red dripping around his wrists and pooling on the floor. He wanted to cry, but he didn't think this counted as a crying moment.

It was Ben who rescued him. His cousin, who has only been living with him for about a month or two.

But he noticed him.

Hours later, when Aiden had finally calmed down, he noticed himself for the first time. Most of his life, he wanted others to notice him, but he never realized how he actually felt.

It was his parents fault he was like this.

#100000000th aiden angst #sbg #school bus graveyard #webtoon #aiden clark

[thezombieprostitute]

Okay you tempted me so for the ship thing, 22 with Nick Fowler and….Lady January 😳🫣

I find it peculiar and interesting

Thanks 😊 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘

Ask is based on this post.

22. …in a rush of adrenaline.

I'm also gonna go ahead and make this a follow up to Pine tricking Lloyd and Nick.

Warnings: Implied cheating, Manipulation, Violence

Nick hated running. Running meant that something hadn't gone according to plan. He should've known better than to trust Pine. Should've known he was another lovelorn suitor after the hand of Lady January.

Nick knew that Lloyd had only been interested in you for your finances. That's probably why Pine was after you as well. He knows he's the only one of your suitors that actually loves you with his entire being. Lloyd can play at being in love. Clearly Pine can act the part as well. But Nick was genuine. He wanted you, Lady January, for your kindness, intelligence, and cunning. The woman who had warned him about Mace and her plans to poison him. His angel. His queen.

He had bolted as soon as he realized Pine was never giving him the signal he'd promised. One last punch to Lloyd's temple finally knocking the other man out long enough for Nick to call for a retreat. He also made sure to his people kept their eyes out for Pine and January. He wasn't hopeful about it, though. Pine was good.

Or not, Nick thought as he saw Pine knocked unconscious. He quickly looked around for you and any other person who may have been opportunistic enough to try for you while your husband was subdued. Instead he found you, sobbing, holding onto a taser you must've used on Pine.

Nick felt his adrenaline surge at his luck in finding you. Without preamble he strides over to you. Before you can register what's happening, he's kissing you. For him, it's the best kiss of his life. He finally gets to feel your lips against his. His adrenaline enhancing the sensations of you being pressed into his body.

By the time you're able to pull yourself away your dazed from the lack of oxygen. "What took so long, Nick? And why did you send Pine to pick me up instead of yourself?"

"I was an idiot," he admitted. "Thought I could trust him."

"I'll only forgive you because you provided the proof that Lloyd was cheating on me."

"Thank you for that," he smiles. He'll have to pay Jake extra for the photos, doctored just enough to damn Lloyd. "Let's get the hell out of here."

Tagging @alicedopey; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @ronearoundblindly

#nick fowler x reader #zombie asks #nick fowler #lloyd hansen #jonathan pine #lloyd hansen x reader #jonathan pine x reader #the misadventures of lady january