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bloodlust-1 · 2 months
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Hi. So I loved the story you made about Tav revealing she's a virgin to Astarion. You said we could send prompts so when you're back I would love a story about Tav's first time with Astarion under the stars 🌟🥰.
Love your stories
Thank you 🙏🏾
Okay - Fine! I'll totally give ya a part 2 ;* ! A few people actually requested this so it's about time ;p Since this is a virgin Tav, I wanted to be extremely delicate and detailed with Astarion's actions, while also still being sexy. This is some slowburned passionate smut!!
Lets get into iitttt. Hope you enjoy reading anon!
˚ ° A purity like yours ° ˚ part 2
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Lovely photo by @astarionposting
Astarion x fem Tav — Explicit 18+
T/W: Smut!, virginity
Summary: Astarion fulfills his promise to make Tav's first time a beautiful and memorable experience, something he believes she deserves. When he surprises her, things get heated and her first time becomes a memory that'll forever burn into her head.
Notes: This is a part 2 to this story. You don't have to read part 1 to enjoy or understand the storyline, but it just hits different for the ones who did :* <3
The air was filled with the sweet scent of wildflowers and the sound of crickets chirping. Astarion had been planning this surprise for weeks and now it was finally time to show Tav. He took her hand and led her through the dark forest, carefully avoiding any fallen branches or rocks.
Tav held onto his hand tightly, and the anticipation was welling up inside her. What was it? She had no idea where Astarion was taking her, but she trusted him completely.
Finally, they reached a clearing in the forest and Astarion stopped, turning to face Tav with a soft smile on his face. "Close your eyes," he whispered, "I have a surprise for you."
Tav did as she was told, her heart racing with excitement. She felt Astarion take her hand once again and lead her a few steps forward before coming to a stop.
Tav felt the warmth of his palms on her shoulders. Then, the pressure of his lips pressing against her neck, "Okay, open your eyes."
Tav slowly opened her eyes and gasped in awe at the sight before her. They were standing in a beautiful pasture, surrounded by tall grass and wildflowers. But what took her breath away was the night sky above them. It was filled with countless stars, twinkling in the darkness.
"Astarion..." Tav spoke under her breath, her eyes wide with wonder. "I had no idea..."
And somehow, the moonlight captured Astarion so perfectly under its shine. A small wind blew softly threw his white curls.
Astarion chuckled at her reaction and helped her lie down on the soft grass. "I knew you would love it," he said, lying down beside her.
Tav couldn't take her eyes off the stars, they seemed to go on forever. "I never knew the night sky could be so beautiful," she whispered.
Astarion turned to look at her, his eyes shining with adoration. "Just like you," he said, a hint of awe in his voice. "Your beauty is just as infinite as the stars above us." He shyly averted his eyes back onto the sky.
Tav's eyes welled up with tears and she turned to look at Astarion with a scrunched smile. "Thank you for showing me this,"
Astarion wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. "I am just glad you like it, my dear," he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.
Tav couldn't contain herself, wrapping her arms tightly around Astarion and bombarding his face with kisses. "You're the best," she said between giggles.
"And beautiful!" He exclaimed at her sarcastically, or did he really mean it?
Tav rolled her eyes and shook her head with a light heart.
They lay there for what felt like hours, just enjoying each other's company in comfortable silence. Tav could feel Astarion's steady breath against her cheek, and it calmed her nerves.
Without warning, Astarion's hand slipped down to rest on Tav's hip. She stiffened slightly, not expecting the sudden touch. But before she could react, Astarion's hand moved lower, cupping her ass.
Tav's eyes widened in surprise, and before she could speak, Astarion let out a nervous apology under his breath. Tav could see the panic in his eyes, afraid he had crossed a line.
"No -" She felt herself get flustered, but Tav mustered up the courage to reach for Astarion's face, cupping his cheekbone.
"I-I actually...like it," Tav stammered, her eyelashes battered at him shyly.
Astarion's eyebrows raised in shock before a cocky smirk spread across his lips. "Oh, is that so?" he teased, his voice low and playful.
Tav nodded.
Astarion's fingers trailed up the back of her thighs, tickling her skin. Tav squirmed under his touch, feeling a sudden heat between her thighs.
Her breath hitched as Astarion groped her ass, his touch was surprisingly gentle and soft. Tav felt his breath become heavy and he leaned closer to her, his lips hovering just inches from hers.
"You're such a tease," she playfully scolded him, her voice laced with desire.
Astarion just chuckled, his fingers still teasingly caressing her skin. "But you like it," he whispered, his lips now grazing her ear.
Damn, he's right.
Tav liked the way he made her feel, and the way he touched her. With a sudden burst of confidence, she pulled him in for a passionate kiss, gently climbing on top of his body fully.
Astarion's hands gripped Tav's hips, softly tugging them against his groin. He huffed into the kiss, grinding her hips against him with each needy thrust.
Tav's hands slid up Astarion's chest, feeling the defined muscles beneath his shirt. She moaned softly while he continued to grind against her, the lace of his shirt now completely undone and hanging loosely around his neck.
Astarion growled low in his throat, his lips moving from hers to trail kisses down her neck. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "If this is what you really want, my love - I can't wait to feel you."
Tav shivered at his words, her body aching with desire. "I want you," she replied, her hands running through his hair as she tugged him closer.
Astarion's hands traveled down her body, his fingers tracing the curves of her waist before sliding under her shirt. He lifted it over her head, revealing her bare skin to him. He helped her kick off her pants as well.
Astarion lifted her by the waist, pushing her to sit straight up on his lap as he laid, "I want to see you from this angle."
Tav looked down on him in her undergarments. This was the most naked she had ever been in front of him, and it made her shudder with anxiousness.
His eyes sparkled, trailing down from her collarbones, breasts, stomach, full thighs, and then the soft cloth of her panties. She was a work of art, a muse.
His hand snaked up her side, with a swift motion he unclipped her bra with one hand; allowing it to sink off her shoulders.
Tav turned her head timidly, hiding her face in as much of her hair as possible.
As her bra fell, her breasts were exposed to the cool air of the night, and Astarion was practically drooling.
"Pretty." Astarion hummed in approval. He reached out for her breast, cupping the soft skin into his palm.
Tav's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She had never been touched like this before and she didn't know how to react. Astarion's hand continued to roam over her chest, his touch gentle and curious.
"Relax, my dear," he whispered, he took her nipple between his fingers. "I will be gentle."
He sat up, one breast in his palm, and his other hand wrapped around her waist.
Astarion's lips trailed down Tav's neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses. He gave her breast a gentle squeeze. Tav gasped at the sensation, her body responding to his touch despite her nerves.
He pulled her closer, his lips now on hers, and Tav melted into his embrace. Astarion's other hand joined in, caressing her other breast, and Tav couldn't hold back a loud moan.
"There it is. how does it feel?" His breath tickled her lips.
"More - please.." Tav shamelessly lowered her head, allowing her whimpers to flow out softly.
Astarion kissed her deeply, and her worries and doubts faded away. Tav gave in to the pleasure, letting Astarion take the lead and guide her through this new experience.
she was grateful to have him as her first. He was gentle and nurturing to her needs and wants.
Astarion continued to explore Tav’s body, hands hungrily stroking every curve, scar, and stretch mark he could dip his fingers on.
Studying her every move, expression, and whimper, Astarion pinned every spot that made her jaw drop and face burn red. He specifically loved the way her lower lip fell when she moaned.
He felt one thing that he had never felt before: In control. And all he wanted to do with it was please Tav.
He continued to kiss her, lacing his tongue with hers. The excitement started to whelm deep into his stomach and as a result, poking Tav’s inner thighs with a full erection.
Astarion became desperate, sloppily kissing her while their tongues twirled together. Their hold got tighten around each other and Astarion pulled away with a sharp breath for air.
“I wonder how you taste." His lips pulled into a smug look and it burned Tav's heart. He was so shameless and knew exactly what he wanted. Why wouldn't be honest with his love?
He pushed Tav's back onto the grass, hovering over her naked body.
Tav's heart raced, and Astarion looked down at her with dominating eyes. She couldn't believe she was here, at this moment, ready to give her virginity.
As he pulled his shirt off, Tav blatantly stared at his abs. But when he removed his pants, his erection building right up, Tav had a wave of nerves wash over her.
Astarion noticed the panic in her eyes and immediately stopped. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips, his hand caressing her cheek.
"It's okay, my dear," he whispered, "I'll take care of you."
Tav's heart swelled at his words. She nodded, giving him a small smile. He would take care of her, surely.
His lips trailed down Tav's collarbones, making their way to her breasts. Tav's breath hitched, he took one of her nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it and sending shivers down her spine.
He then moved down her stomach, his lips leaving a trail of kisses and his hands caressing every inch of her skin. When he reached her thighs, Astarion couldn't resist the temptation any longer.
With a devilish glint in his eye, he spread her legs wide and took a deep breath, "Delicious," he murmured, before teasing her inner thighs with his kisses.
Tav squirmed under his touch, her skin tingling from the grazing of his fangs against her thighs. A soft moan escaped her lips, and a trail of hickeys littered her skin.
But it was nothing compared to the sensation when Astarion finally placed a single kiss on her core. Tav's back arched for more, her fingers gripping the blades of grass. A soft gasp left her lips.
"I think we should take this slow, my dear," Astarion whispered against her sex, "After all, it's your first time."
Again, his lips were on her folds, kissing them until his tongue dragged across her wetness. The slick of her core had a sweet tinge that only made him desperate for more.
The tip of his tongue fell onto Tav's clit. It burned in heat compared to his tongue and he slowly traced in all kinds of shapes. His red eyes glared up at Tav, studying which designs made her moan more, whimper, arch her back, and push her hips closer against his mouth.
And when he did find her spot, Tav's became a breathy mess. Cries and whimpers flowed out her mouth like lyrics to her favorite song. Her ankles quivered to each long stroke of Astarion's tongue.
Her stomach knotted deep within her and Tav hastily grabbed a handful of his curls.
"A-aahhh, Don't..S-Stop." She gritted her teeth and her face scrunched in an intense plea to his tongue.
His name cried off her lips.
With a devilish glint in his eyes, Astarion flicked his tongue and teased her most sensitive spot. Tav's moans grew louder and heavier.
It was like he became almost feral. He pushed his face closer to her core, his tongue working even more intensely against her clit. Tav felt a knot forming in her stomach. Tav's body tensed up as she neared her climax.
With one final flick of his tongue, Astarion brought Tav to her peak, her body released itself, and Tav let out a breathy cry. Astarion looked up at her, nodding in approval as he took in her flushed cheeks and ragged breaths.
Tav was left breathless and Astarion quickly covered her mouth with his, their tongues tangled needingly like a drug. Their tongues and teeth clashed together roughly. Their bodies practically hummed with a desire for more.
Finally, they pulled away, their chests rising and falling, both trying to catch their breath. "Wow..I...never felt that - before," Tav huffed, her eyes fell hazy.
Astarion gazed at Tav with a mischievous smirk on his face. "I could say the same, my love," he replied, before pulling her in for another heated kiss.
Tav moaned between the kiss, "I want to make you feel good too."
"Open your mouth," Astarion commanded as he fit himself perfectly between her legs.
Tav obeyed, and his slender fingers slipped into her mouth. She sucked on them eagerly, wetting them with her tongue. His eyes coldly pushed them deeper into her throat until she gagged.
"You're such a good pup," Astarion praised, his voice husky with desire. He used her saliva to lubricate his cock before placing it at the entrance of her core.
"Are you ready?" His red eyes pierced Tav's, and with teary eyes, she nodded yes.
With a slow and steady pace, Astarion pushed his hips forward, sliding himself into her. Tav clutched onto his arms and winced at the sharp pain, but Astarion's face faded somber at the sound of her cries.
"Shhh...There, there. Try to relax," he comforted her, giving her a moment to adjust to his length. Tav pulled him closer into a hug, tightly shutting her eyes into his nape.
Astarion gently rubbed the back of her head with his hand, his thumb tracing comforting circles on her skin. Tears welled up in Tav's eyes, but she spoke to Astarion through the pain.
"I can feel you," Tav hummed in a soft voice, admiration.
His heart skipped a beat at her words. They were finally one, and it made him fall in love with her all over again.
Astarion rarely became nervous, but Tav's words shook him, "A-Alright, I'm going to go slow, my love..."
With each thrust of his hips, Astarion could feel Tav's grip tighten around him, and he let out a low grunt of pleasure against her neck. Tav's body responded eagerly to his, and soon they were moving in perfect rhythm together.
Tav's nails dug into Astarion's shoulder blades, dragging lines down his back until it rested on his hips. Tav forced his hips down with her palms closer to her groin.
Their bodies were slick with sweat as they moved against each other, and Tav's moans mingled with Astarion's grunts. At that moment, nothing else mattered except the two of them, lost in their lust.
Astarion grabbed Tav's thigh, forcibly pulling her leg up tighter into his cock. He pumped skillfully into her sex, closing his eyes as his body greedily melted to the sensation.
Fuck, Astarion's mind went blank. Sex was never for pleasure. Not in his world, but in this moment; there was something special about the way his spine shivered and his skin crawled.
Without a word, Astarion took hold of Tav's wrists and pinned them above her head, glaring down at her with carnal lust. Only a gasp left her lips.
"I'm going to take everything I want from you, my love, greedily and passionately."
Wasting no time, his hips rocked against Tav's, their bodies fitting together like two puzzle pieces.
Tav mewled a loud moan, the roughness of Astarion's thrusts almost bordering on pain. But it was a good kind of pain, one that sent shivers down her spine and made her toes curl.
"Astarion!" she cried out, her voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and desperation. "Fuck...n-nghh!"
Astarion's own moans mixed with hers, his breath hot against her skin as he continued to drive into her with each thrust. Tav's walls clenched around him, pulling him deeper and deeper inside her.
Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, each moan and gasp pushed them closer and closer to the edge. Tav's mind clouded with nothing but the feeling of Astarion's cock inside her.
"Harder, Astarion," she begged, her voice rasped raw with need.
And he obliged, his movements becoming rougher and more urgent and they both approached their climax. Tav's moans turned into cries of ecstasy while her body trembled beneath Astarion's hold.
With one final thrust, Astarion let out a loud moan. His length twitched three times, filling Tav before collapsed on top of her. Their bodies were still entwined.
When he pulled out, a small sheen of blood covered his tip.
Astarion captured Tav's lips, and his eyes fluttered hazily. He then pulled Tav into a hug and they lay in each other's arms, panting and catching their breath. They may have started as strangers, but in that moment, they were truly one and it was a feeling that he never wanted to let go of.
"You're amazing," Astarion kissed Tav's forehead, "How do you feel?"
"I feel ruined - but in the best way possible." Her mouth hung open, still catching her breath.
Astarion clicked his tongue against his teeth, "Darling, you will be feeling deliciously sore in all the right places tomorrow."
"You really think so?" Tav's glossy eyes widened with a flush of red burning her cheeks.
Astarion was so right. The lingering ache would serve as a sweet memory of their passionate and unforgettable night together.
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leilakisakabiri · 9 months
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Loved the promises we keep ❤️, could I request for Gavi, where his obsessed with the reader (in a good way) and is very overprotective with her and their friends tease him about it ?
Match Day (Gavi)
Summary: You’ve never gone to any of Gavi’s games despite being his girlfriend. The day you finally decide to go things go far from planned.
Warning(s): This is important so please read. This post has some content related to death and kidnappings involving small children. If that is a sensitive topic for you at all, please do not read further.
A/N: Guys I can never write requests the correct way. I know what this request is supposed to be, but when I start writing I just start coming up with ideas and then the end result is always a little different than I intended. So anon, I know I made it probably a lot different than you expected but I hope you still like it, and thanks for the support! Please send requests guys I have no idea what to write about.
Word Count: 4.1k+
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You bit your lip anxiously, brows furrowed, as you read the comments on Gavi’s latest Instagram post. The two of you had been dating for nearly a year now, making your relationship public about three months ago. Since then you had been plagued with comments every day, people feeling the need to criticize everything you did, whether it was the way you posed in a photo, what you wore, or even how much you posted Gavi on your account. Nothing you did seemed to stop the backlash. 
Now, however, the comments had shifted, you were no longer being bombarded daily about mundane things, instead, the comment section of Gavi’s post had been flooded with apologies and I feel so bad for hims. 
Someone pointed out a few days ago that you had never attended a single one of Gavi’s games. Since then, people had gone crazy speculating if the two of you were still together, and if so, then why you weren’t supporting him like any normal girlfriend would do. 
The comments only worsened with Gavi’s latest Instagram post which he shared after winning the UEFA semifinal against Italy. He thanked all his team members, the coaching staff, his family, and you for helping him to achieve his dreams and pushing him to be the best. 
His fans had not taken kindly to that. His entire comment section was filled with people urging him that he could do better or chastising you for not supporting him. 
You felt a pang of guilt as you continued looking through the comments. It’s not that you didn’t want to support him, or that you felt like you were above him in any way. In fact, you were always the first one to tell him how proud you were of him, always in awe of his abilities. You made sure to watch every single game, texting him whenever something especially exciting happened on the pitch to share your thoughts, whether it be something as small as a “the ref is wack” or a “you’re so insane I can’t believe you made that goal, my brain can’t process how you did that so effortlessly.”
Gavi knew that you would support him in anything, and he always made sure to remind you that even though you weren’t there it still meant so much to him that you would take the time out of your day to cheer him on. In the end, you supposed that’s all that really mattered, however, you just couldn’t shake the feeling that you were in the wrong. 
Although he always told you it didn’t matter to him, you knew it was a lie. You had seen how excited he was when you guys first started dating and he had asked you to wear his jersey to his game. You had also seen the disappointed look on his face when you gently declined, explaining to him why you wouldn’t be able to come. 
He understood, and never asked again, but in the back of your mind you knew he wished you were there supporting him like everyone else’s partners did. 
Your anxiety was something you never shared a lot with anyone. None of your friends knew it played such a big part in your life, assuming if you canceled plans, it was because you just didn’t feel like going. And you played into it, becoming branded as the flake in the friend group because you would always back out of plans once a location was set. 
One time you had agreed to go to the beach with your friends, everyone excited for a day of barbecuing and swimming in the salty ocean. That plan had quickly been canceled, however, once it had started downpouring and after much back and forth everyone had decided to play tourist for the day and go visit the Sagrada Familia. After seeing that text, you immediately dropped out of the plans, informing everyone that you had gotten food poisoning even though an hour earlier you were packed and ready for the beach. 
The truth was that you suffered from severe panic attacks, usually triggered by large crowds. 
Growing up your parents had both been in law enforcement, with your mother being a well-established Defense Attorney and your father being a credited Private Investigator. 
They often told stories from their jobs at home, much to your brother’s entertainment, certain cases they were working on that had just closed, or new leads that were quick to transform into cold cases. 
There had been one case however that had stuck with you, haunting you for years, causing you to always make sure that your windows were closed, and your door was locked like a mantra every night before bed. 
The missing person's case involved a young nine-year-old girl, the same age as you were when you had first heard it, who had been spending a beautiful summer day visiting the local fair with her family. She had been prancing around, going from vendor to vendor, seeing what prizes they had. It had only taken a second for someone to lay their eyes on her and attack, grabbing her forcefully before turning and disappearing into the crowd. No one could do anything, everyone searched, but there were too many families, too many young girls that matched her description. It was useless. 
“Poor girl and to think she was taken just because she wanted to get a better look at the pink stuffed bear. I hope the family at least gets closure.” Your mother said, shaking her head sadly. 
Your brother piped up beside you, “Won’t they find her though?”
She gave him a sad smile, “It’s very unlikely hijo, she went missing on Wednesday. Usually, if they’re gone for longer than 24 hours the chances of them coming back are very slim.” 
Your breath had stopped after she uttered those words. Even at nine, the realization had kicked in – you had been at the fair that same day, blissfully licking a popsicle and chatting with your friend, naïve and unaware that probably a hundred feet away from you a young girl was being ripped away from her parents, never to be seen alive again. 
You hadn’t even heard her screams or pleas for help, and you had been right there. 
The thought made you feel sick to your stomach, bile rising in your throat. If it was that easy to kidnap someone and take them away even when they were surrounded by people that knew them, then what was stopping something like that from happening again? Who’s to say you wouldn’t be next? 
Since that day your demeanor had shifted drastically, no longer were you the same bubbly, outgoing kid, who would never shut up and always dragged her parents to new places. You had shrunk into yourself, biting your nails anxiously, eyes darting to look for nearby exits in every new location. 
Your parents had taken notice of your sudden personality shift and tried to help the best they could, never bringing up cases again, even going out of their way to avoid places packed with people because they knew how easily it scared you, but the damage had already been done. 
That fear, as silly as it may seem, carried into your teen years, swelling into full-blown panic attacks that were triggered by large crowds or noisy places.
The first person you had shared your condition with, aside from your family, had been Gavi. 
Your friends relentlessly teased Gavi saying that he was making you even more scarce than you used to be in group hangouts, declaring that he wanted you all to himself. Gavi took all the teasing with a smile and a shoulder shrug, never denying or admitting anything, and you knew he only did it because he loved you. 
It couldn’t have been easy for him to miss hanging out with his friends, whom he rarely got to see in the first place due to his busy schedule, simply to stay back with you so you wouldn’t have to be alone, but he did it every time anyways. If you didn’t go, he didn’t go, simple as that. 
You squeezed your eyes shut; you knew you owed it to him. 
He was always bending backwards, willing to accommodate any of your silly requests just because it made you feel safer. You knew it was time to step out of the box you had locked yourself in for way too long. 
You glanced at the time, you had about thirty minutes until kick-off. You knew you would be late, but if you left within the next fifteen minutes you were confident you could make it before halftime. 
You hyped yourself up. You were going to do this. No going back now. 
You went to turn off the TV that had been droning on in the background, fingers hovering over the power button when an ad caught your eye. 
It was an old speech from Martin Luther King, “Courage is the power of the mind to overcome fear.” He spoke before the screen cut to a page urging individuals to join the troops. 
You let out a loud laugh, not believing what you were seeing, who knew an ad for the national army would get you so emotional? You weren’t someone who was super into manifestation but even you couldn’t deny this felt like a sign.  
Wait a minute why was an ad for the US army playing in Spain?
You decided not to think too hard about it, instead focusing on getting ready. You dug out the jersey Gavi had given you all those months ago and put it on. You rushed to get all your things about to head out of your apartment when you realized one crucial item was missing. 
You didn’t have tickets. 
You let out a groan, trying to think of what to do. You wanted to surprise Gavi so you obviously couldn’t tell him, and it was so close to kick-off that tickets were no longer being sold. 
You fell back onto your couch in defeat. Now what? 
Suddenly you shot up, hands searching for your phone, you sent a quick text to Anna, one of Gavi’s teammate's wife’s asking her if she would be able to help you.
She responded right away telling you to come to the stadium and that she would meet you at the ticketing line. 
Bless her heart. 
You thanked her over and over again as you rushed to the stadium, adrenaline pumping. 
You were in awe once you got off the train, Camp Nou was the biggest thing you had ever seen in your life. It was massive, expanding probably over a hundred feet in the air. You giggled seeing Gavi’s face blown up on one of the billboards. 
You reached the ticketing line, thanking whatever higher power was looking out for you that it was empty. 
“Hi sir, I’m here to meet a friend. She said she’s on her way down.” You informed security once you reached the gate entrance. 
“Ticket?” He asked not even sparing you a glance. 
“Oh sorry – uhm my friend has my ticket, and she’s inside.” 
He finally looked at you, “No ticket. No entry. Now leave.” 
“I understand that, but if you could just give me a minute I’m going to call-“ 
“I’ll tell you one more time, if you don’t have a ticket, you’re not getting in. Leave.” 
You huffed, backing away, pointing at your phone, “I’m just gonna call her, okay?” 
He glared at you, and you gave him an awkward smile, unsure what to do. You went to dial Anna’s number when you heard someone yelling your name. You looked up, seeing Anna waving crazily as she approached the security guard. 
“Let her in, she’s with me.” 
You quickly walked over to them, waving back at her. 
“She doesn’t have a ticket.” The guard replied in a bored tone. 
“That’s fine! She doesn’t need a ticket to go to the box, she’s with me.” Anna argued. 
The guard pointed at your neck, “She doesn’t have a family pass. I can’t let her in.” 
Anna huffed, “Well I do! And I’m saying she fine, she’s one of the player's girlfriends.” She held up her badge showing her VIP status. 
The guard only continued to glare at her, “If she was really a player’s girlfriend, she would have already had a pass. I’m not letting her in.” 
You groaned, annoyed at yourself for not coming sooner. You knew that no one at the stadium aside from the players probably knew who you were, you just hadn’t realized how many problems it would create once you did come. 
“Don’t make me get Antonio.” Anna threatened. 
Finally, the guard seemed to break, his eyes turning wide, “You wouldn’t.” 
She nodded her head slowly, “I totally would.” 
He gave you one more spiteful glare before he stepped aside allowing you to pass. You thanked him quickly, only getting a grunt in response before you greeted Anna. 
“Thank you so much for coming to get me.” You said, hugging her. 
She laughed as she guided you through the stadium, “No worries. I thought Marco might be the one guarding tonight, he takes his job too seriously.” 
You smiled, “Yeah he seemed a little tough.” 
She rolled her eyes, beginning to walk up the steps to the family section, “That’s an understatement. He’s been working here for like ever. Since before Robert even moved here. I remember the first couple of times I came to see a game and he was always interrogating me, even after I showed him my badge! I think he’s just mad, he never got a promotion.” She exclaimed. 
She led you to the seats, introducing you to all the other girls. 
“So, what made you finally decide to come?” She asked once the both of you were settled. 
You looked around the stadium, seeing that the game was nearly through the first half, with only 15 minutes remaining. 
“Change of heart I guess.” You answered vaguely, not wanting to dive too deep into it. 
She nodded her head, “Well anyways I’m sure Gavi will be so excited when he sees you.” 
You chuckled next to her, unsure if that was the reaction he would have. 
Ever since you had opened up to Gavi about your anxiety he had been a huge support system for you, always pulling you aside to make sure you were comfortable with a situation, and he tried to avoid putting you in situations where he felt your anxiety would spike, meaning that he had banned you from all his games and practices. 
You knew he would probably be shocked to see you in the stands, but you hoped he wouldn’t be so worried that he would slip up in the game. 
While he had maintained that football would always be his number one priority everyone could see a shift in his demeanor since he met you. No longer was he staying hours after practice, trying to achieve the perfect curveball, instead he was putting his all during practices then driving to your apartment, annoying you while you did your homework, and passing out on the couch with you in his arms, a random movie playing in the background. 
You were pulled out of your thoughts when you heard the halftime whistle. You saw Robert look up at the stands, presumably searching for Anna, before he made eye contact with you, eyebrows lifting in surprise. 
He waved and walked over to Gavi pointing at the section you were in. 
The midfielder raised his head at his teammates’ shouts, looking up at the stands with a confused expression. 
His family already said they couldn’t come today. 
His eyebrows only furrowed further when he couldn’t pinpoint a difference. Everyone was the same. 
His heart stopped, and he instinctively put his hands over his eyes, blocking out the lights, to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. 
He felt his heart rate increase rapidly and his eyes widened, because there you were, sitting pretty in his jersey, a shy smile on your face as you waved down at him. 
He continued to stare at you, not believing what he was seeing. He felt anxious for you, just thinking about you sitting there surrounded by thousands of people. He quickly broke eye contact rushing into the tunnel. 
You sat back in your seat confused at his actions. Was he not happy to see you? Why did he leave so abruptly? 
You got your answer a moment later when your phone started beeping repeatedly indicating the flood of text messages you were receiving. 
You opened it seeing them all being from Gavi, asking what you were doing here, if you were okay, if you felt safe. 
You smiled at how gentle he was with you, going to respond. You were in the middle of reading a text when he sent another message causing you to lose your place. 
You groaned, secretly finding it adorable how stressed he was for you. You sent him a message letting him know that you were okay, but it took five minutes of back and forth for you to convince him that you weren’t going to have a panic attack in the next twenty seconds. 
In all honesty, you felt fine. Yes, every now and then the thought that you were surrounded by so many people would pop into your head, but it was starting to get easier to ignore, you just had to remind yourself that you were next to people who knew you. Plus, the game itself was an easy distraction, and after the second half started you found yourself getting into the game, yelling at the ref whenever they made a poor decision, and cheering on Barcelona as they made their way up the field.
“Oh fuck off, that should have been a freekick!’ You shouted after Pedri had been slide tackled aggressively, resulting in the boy landing rather awkwardly on his ankle. 
Anna was quick to agree next to you, “C’mon, he didn’t even touch the ball. Don’t be a loser!” 
You giggled at her words, enjoying how she always said whatever came to her mind. She grinned at you shrugging her shoulders as if to say she did nothing wrong. 
You continued watching the game, leaning against the railing as you both chatted about your lives, interrupting each other every couple of minutes to shout something about the game. 
Before you knew it the game was over, Barcelona sealing the win with a goal in the 87th minute, securing their 2-0 lead, scored by none other than Gavi himself. 
You screamed, jumping around as he celebrated, running over to your section with the biggest smile on his face, kissing the crest on his jersey before he pointed up at you, mouthing the nickname he always called you. 
You grinned back at him sending him down a heart which he immediately reciprocated before being tackled by his teammates. 
Once the other team had left the field the celebrations started. All the players started to walk towards the fan section, taking off their jerseys and handing them to fans. 
Anna had pulled you down the stairs with her, letting you know it was time to go see the guys. 
You were ecstatic taking in the buzzing atmosphere around you, cheers of joy filled the air, and the stadium was filled with red and blue confetti. 
Had this been what you had been missing out on the whole time? 
You were so focused on making sure not to lose Anna in front of you that you hadn’t noticed the flock of people behind you, all rushing down the steps hoping to get to the players in time to get a photo or autograph. 
You were about halfway down when you were suddenly shoved from behind causing you to lose your balance. You knew what was going to happen the second your feet left the ground, you shut your eyes, hands reaching out to stop your fall, but it was useless. 
You landed on the ground with a hard thud, body slamming into the concrete steps, head hitting the railing on your way down. 
Everything felt like it was moving in fast motion, all the bodies around you moved at a sickening pace, blurring together as you lay motionless on the ground, vision hazy as you tried desperately to calm the pounding of your heart. 
You pushed yourself into action as soon as you regained some consciousness. You pushed past the legs rushing past you and pulled yourself to the side, where empty seats greeted you. You made a move to sit up but let out an audible gasp, hands going to clutch your left rib, your brain short-circuiting from the throbbing pain. You bit your lip, pleading with yourself to not over hyperventilate and make a scene. 
Gavi, who had been watching you intently, eyes never leaving your figure as you made your way to him, was quick to respond to the situation. 
As soon as he realized you went down, he was running, jumping over the barricade as he shoved past the people trying to grab onto him, thrusting jerseys and papers in his face for him to sign.  
He felt his body pulse with anger, jaw locked, as he ran up the steps. He could faintly hear security yelling at him to come down, but he paid them no mind, only focused on getting to you. 
He kept replaying the moment he saw you fall again and again in his head and each time he thought about it he only grew more livid. How dare someone shove you like that? 
He finally reached you, shouting at people to move out of the way as he shoved through the crowd. 
His eyes were wild and frantic as he grabbed you, helping you to a sitting position. You could see how quickly his chest was rising and falling and you wanted to tell him to breathe but the words failed to come out. 
His hands gently touched your rib, applying pressure to help soothe the pain, “Are you okay baby? I’m so sorry.” 
He looked so scared, and you all wanted to do was reach out and remove the lines of stress you could see forming on his forehead. 
“I’m sorry are you-” The man who pushed you spoke up, realizing what had happened. 
Gavi was quick to cut him off, eyes blazing as he spun around to face the man, “How fucking dare you.” 
The guy held his hands up in surrender, “I didn’t see her!”
Gavi only grew more frustrated, taking a menacing step closer to him, teeth clenched, but you grabbed his hand, shaking your head, your voice weak, “It was an accident. Please don’t.” 
Gavi’s expression softened once he looked at you, watching you clutch your side in pain as you pleaded with him. He sighed, giving the man one last glare before he backed off coming to your aid. 
He pushed your hair out of your face, tilting your face, searching for any bruises. 
He sighed in relief when he didn’t see anything. He went to remove his hand and you felt his breath hitch. 
You looked up at him only to see him already staring at you with a beyond worried expression, face distraught, “Shit Y/n you’re bleeding from your head.” He spoke, showing you the blood coating his hand. 
You felt yourself let out a breathy laugh, “Well at least I didn’t get kidnapped.” 
He narrowed his eyes at you, not appreciating the joke, “I’m serious Y/n. This is bad.” 
You reached out to grab his hand in your own, “I’m going to be fine. See the medics are already here.” You said, moving your gaze to the medical staff who was climbing the bleachers rapidly, eyes fixed on you. 
You felt him squeeze your hand as the medics surrounded the two of you, “You’re never coming to another game again.” He warned. 
You smiled at him, squeezing back, “Think I might have to break that rule."
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cybercl0ne · 3 months
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can you please do brat taming with two masked men
Brat taming (200 follower special) // Ghost + Soap x NB!Reader // 18+
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I gotchu my sweet, sweet anon 😇 (They/Them pronouns used)
Summary: For the last few weeks Ghost has been acting strange and finally shows you why and how to behave with a little bit of help.
TW: Anal, oral, giving/receiving, DP, Slapping, pounding, edging, minor degradation
A/N at the bottom!!!
You sat at the bar, sipping your smooth yet hard liquor, pondering on your last mission with your lieutenant.
Ghost was already acting off when you sat on the plane, talking to soap. His banter halted when Ghost grunted obnoxiously loud. “Focus on the mission Johnny.” He spat, shifting his stance to gaze at you. You scoffed, thinking Ghost just lived to ruin everything fun. He’d gruff and rumble when you and Soap would announce quietly that you were going out for drinks, or if Price would pay your shoulder just a little too long, his calloused fingers fathered on your vest. He’d talk your ear off if you’d walk out of your quarters to go to Farah‘s room. When Ghost walked into the bar, locking eyes with you, you assumed tonight would be no different. You watched from the side of your eyes as Ghost approached, sitting down a couple seats away, yet making his bearing presence known by penetrating his gaze into your face. You sigh, deciding to get to the bottom of his ruthless judgement over you. You’d never see the smirk on Ghost’s face when you travel over to him, his eyes stuck on your tempered face, agitated yet confused. He loved that look the most. “Soldier?” He grudged. You rolled your eyes, your hips swaying to one side.
“I assume you’re here to bombard me about drinking to?” You sass, looking at how he held himself, swinging his bourbon around, his devious mask still glued to his face. He didn’t respond, only grunting deeply like usual. You chuckle, sitting down next to him. “Why drink this stuff? It’s disgusting.” You claimed, tapping the table as you stared his drink. He lifted it to his jaw, unfolding his mask just enough to sip the drink. You watched in awe at the chiseled jawline, his stubble beard and his bulging hands. He catches your blunt eyes and laughs, showing his oddly sharp teeth.
“Bourbons the good stuff. Tells you about your age by how well you take it.” He jokes, taking pricks at you. You scoff. “Har, Har.” You jokingly smile, resting your arms on the table, nearly forgetting why you came over to him in the first place. You decide to pay your tab, tipping your lieutenant a goodnight, stepping out of the packed bar. You stand outside, grabbing a cigarette, deciding that if you didn’t use one now, Price would catch you using one again at the quarters.
Before you’re able to light it, a force snatched your cancer stick from your lips. You snarl, looking at the perpetrator. When you see its Ghost, you smack your tongue, putting the lighter away. “Not a smoker, huh?” You cough, looking up at the looming eyes of parental disappointment. You chuckle at the memory of that glare, seeing him place the cigarette on the muddy floor, squeezing it under his heavy-duty boots. “I know you’re aware it’s not good for you kid. Also not supposed to be doin’ it here anyway.” Ghost grunts. You scoff, feeling put on the spot. Soap pops up out of the bar, stumbling lightly until he spots the both of you.
“Hey LT, you and y/n taking a peek at Prices new ride to?” He says oblivious. You cross your arms, tempered. Ghost visibly looks at Soap confused. “No, I was just highlighting on how big of a dick someone’s being right now.” You slyly slip in, moving past the both of them. You stomp your way back to your room, still visioning Ghost’s eyes on you as you storm off.
As you get ready for bed you hear your door knock with ominous. You go to answer it, cooled down and clean with a warm shower, the steam flowing off of you. “Soap? What are you doing out of your quarters?” You asked, opening the door for him, casually looking at him as he sat on your bed, his eyes staring at you in a different light that you couldn’t see. For the moment he ignored that you were in just a towel. “Y/n what’s your deal with LT?” He questioned, his voice neutral and curious. You were taken aback by his sudden question, blinking. “What do you mean? Are you talking about the fact that he treats me like an insignificant child, or that he can’t stand to be around me without taunting me?” You clap back, crossing your arms, the remembrance of what happened just a few minutes ago, bubbling up irritation. Your ranting is broken by Soap’s sudden movement. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Y/n from what I hear you’ve been out of line.” He says, approaching you slowly. Before you could react with a sassy retort Ghost busts through the door, closing it behind him, focusing his pure attention on his small little lamb in front of him. Tonight, he had a mission.
As you get ready for bed you hear your door knock with ominous. You go to answer it, cooled down and clean with a warm shower, the steam flowing off of you.
“Soap? What are you doing out of your quarters?” You asked, opening the door for him, casually looking at him as he sat on your bed, his eyes staring at you in a different light that you couldn’t see. For the moment he ignored that you were in just a towel. “Y/n what’s your deal with LT?” He questioned, his voice neutral and curious. You were taken aback by his sudden question, blinking. “What do you mean? Are you talking about the fact that he treats me like an insignificant child, or that he can’t stand to be around me without taunting me?” You clap back, crossing your arms, the remembrance of what happened just a few minutes ago, bubbling up irritation. Your ranting is broken by Soap’s sudden movement. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Y/n from what I hear you’ve been out of line.” He says, approaching you slowly. Before you could react with a sassy retort Ghost busts through the door, closing it behind him, focusing his pure attention on his small little lamb in front of him. Tonight, he had a mission.
“Oh y/n, see me and Johnny had a little chat. You’re not easy to work with, but now. Now I know how to fix that.” Ghost says, the boys closing in on you as you back up into a wall, confused and nervous. You could feel your mind drifting, your body feeling warmer.
“W-What are you two up to? Is this some kind of pr-“before you could finish Soap smashed into your lip, guiding you out of your comforting wall. Ghost follows closely behind, groping your ass, smirking at you. “W-What the hell guys! S-stop this!” You shout, sitting up on the bed after Ghost pushes you down on it. They look at each other and laugh. Your mouth sits open, gritting your teeth, before you speak, your face gets met with a hardy slap, the laugh, watching as you react. “You’re not in control anymore, pet.” Soap expressed, watching Ghost lay you back down, straddling your waist. Soap goes beside you, unzipping his pants eagerly.
“I found a great solution to get you to behave love, figured what you need is a good dick to fuck you into submission.” Ghost gruffly smirked, pulling off your towel roughly. You started screaming empty threats, trying to cover yourself. Soap and Ghost’s hungry eyes trailed all around your body, Soap pinning your hands above you as he tapped his cock on your lips. You grunted, shoving your mouth away from his twitching member. Ghost tsk’d loudly, sending a surging slap to your face again, you could feel the burning warmth of the slap, looking at ghost with fiery eyes. “That ought to bruise nicely. Now baby, get to sucking.” Soap chastised, tapping his heavy cock on your lips, you muttered a curse under your breath before taking the giant meat into your mouth, stretching to adjust to his size.
Ghost laughed, shifting his pants from his dick as it got uncomfortable in his boxers. “I can tell you want the same treatment~ don’t worry, I can be fair doll.” Ghost implied, kissing down your body, taking at your nipples, watching you squirm and groan at the touch. “Don’t talk with your mouth full darlin’ you’ll choke.” Ghost said deeply, sending your stomach into flips. You moan at his gaze, while flipping your attention to soap, watching him moan and bob your head as he loosely shoved his cock further down.
Ghost continued his journey down your body, stopping at your crotch. He wasted no time in slurping at you, not waiting to dig his tongue deep onto you. You wriggled under his mouth, closing your eyes, with your body being ravened. “Our little bunny’s getting overwhelmed by getting eaten and being stuffed.” Soap concludes, pumping in your mouth faster. You moan loudly, vibrating his vigorous cock, causing it to twitch.
“Are you gonna cum?” Ghost questions, stopping his motions to look at you, your eyes hazy and hanging low, while your lower half is damn near demolished in your own slick. “Naughty, I didn’t say you could cum yet.” Ghost monologues, you shift your hips, trying to tempt him back to permitting you his service. “They might not cum, but I’m about to-“ Soap interrupts, spraying his cum inside your mouth. You choke on his squirting cock, feeling your mouth get stuffed with his hot semen. Soap slowly pulls out his cock, tapping his overstimulated tip on your nose to open your mouth. “Open wide for me.” Soap demands, grabbing your face with minor force.
You still had a fiery glint in your eyes, still heating with lust. Soap raises his hand, scaling over you as a threat. You reluctantly open your mouth, displaying the load that he’d packed into your mouth. “Good..now I think you know what I want you to do darlin.” Soap slaps your chin, closing your mouth again, staring at you until he sees your throat bob, taking his cum down like a shot. Ghost watches intently, occasionally petting your bits. You swallow instinctively, pulling your attention to Ghost who smiled, his mask nearly off, yet you couldn’t depict him. “Beg me to cum. Beg for it.” Ghost smiled, playing with you, arising a heated moan from you. You shook your head, your glow of defiance, ever present. “Drop dead.” You explain, still embarrassingly wriggling to create some movement. 
Ghost grunts, a scowl forming on his face. Soap chuckles along. “Uh oh. A little worldly advice, if you want to make it out of here in one piece, I’d beg.” You scoffed at his passive threat, watching Ghost closely and unsure. Ghost came to where Soap was, exchanging a single glance at each other before bluntly shoving his cock inside your mouth. Your eyes grew big, your mouth suddenly intruded. Your muffled protest were received with a hard laugh from the boys, Soap following behind ghost in action, rubbing his bare cock on your hole.
Your eyes trained on Soap's watching as he cooed his lips, clicking his tongue at your expression. "W-wait!-" Before you could even gurgle the sentence, Soap shoved into you with force, the instant clenching around him making him wriggle deeper into you. You arched our back, tears foaming into your eyes. Ghost tsk'd, his gaze never leaving your pearly eyes, glossed with pleasure and minor pain.
"Should've just been a good pet and begged." Ghost grunted, matching Soap's thrusting pattern. Soap chuckles, slapping his balls harder against your ass, his hands finding your chest, leaning on them for stability as he lifts your leg up, finding a better position to rock his cock inside you. You roll your eyes back, moaning into Ghost girthy cock, feeling each vein that twitched harder with each thrust through your pretty mouth. Overstuffed in both holes, you feel yourself drawing closer. You rock your hips as Soap starts pounding you harder, Ghost going along and full-on grabbing your head and bobbing you, thrashing your throat.
As you saw white small clouds you hear a sudden 'pop' from your lower half, feeling the rush of cold air instead of a full, steamed cock plowing you. Ghost smirks, pulling out of your mouth, his cock dribbled in precum and your precious spit.
"You missed your chance to cum before, best not to repeat love." Ghost grunted, slapping his moist cock on your cheek, your lips quivered with the hefty decision. You felt your face heat from sexual frustration and the need to release the tension that was inches away from exploding. "Go on, beg little one. Unless you want this to keep going...edging you each time, pulling out of you and watching your mind fight itself on an easy problem." Soap pestered, leaning into your face, licking up your cheek, meeting your eyes. He softly kisses your lips, Ghost gripping your breast, coming up the other side of your face, peppering it in hot kisses. You felt him leave massive hickeys on your neck, licking it after he'd tortured that part of your neck.
"F-fine! P-please..." You mumble. The boys shared a glance at each other, not satisfied. "What?! I begged, n-now keep going!" You demanded, rubbing your hips into their crotch, pacing your head back and forth from them.
"That's not good enough, and you know it love. Tell us what you want. Say it so me and Soap can fuck you stupid." Ghost inquired, whispering in your ear, gripping your chin, protruding your lips to mimic you. "Say it with those pretty, slutty lips." Soap adds, slapping your chest.
"God please! Please stick your cock inside my holes! Stuff me full of your warm cum!" You shout, humping your hips into Soap's twitching cock. Ghost smiles darkly, instantly kissing your lips before burring his cock back where it belongs, inside your mouth. Ghost groans upon reentering. His hot flesh meeting your acute mouth. Soap leads close behind, backing his rock-hard dick inside you. He seethes at your hole inviting him in, begging for him to pound you harder.
"Just like that~ Your so good y/n, takin' us so well." Soap says, rubbing your stomach as he pounds harder. You grip onto the sheets under you, feeling the current of the thrusting from both of the men, feeling yourself feeling drunk on cock. You sucked and prodded at Ghost member, hearing him moan over you. Soap grips your hips, slamming into your hips lustfully, like a dog in heat.
"Oh shit- I-I'm gonna cum! What do you say LT? Should we fill this brat up?" Soap banters, grunting in between. Ghost groans, rolling his head. He doesn't respond, only grunting in approval.
"Cum. Cum you little slut!" Ghost demanded, giving his final shove before unloading his cock full of warm milk inside your mouth, Soap peering behind, shoving his cock deep inside you, unleashing his sticky load. You arched your back, the feeling of both of their cum dripping down your stuffed holes driving you over the edge and sending you into a much-needed climax. You held your mouth open, showing Ghost his mess in your mouth, your eyes peeled to his reaction. You swallowed, cum drunk.
"Good fucking pet." Ghost soothed, kissing your lips, tasting himself and the mixing flavors of you on his tongue. The rushing feeling traveling through your head, and down your shaking legs. Ghost walks around the bed, grabbing water. Soap lifts you up, peppering your sweat, fucked out face in kisses. When Ghost came back, he gave you the water, Soap sitting up and taking out a cigarette.
"Hey! how come it's ok for him to smoke?!" You shouted, Soap continuing as he lit his stick. "Cause I'm not into Johnny." Ghost grumbled, caressing your cheek. You stared at him, lightly fuming. "Ouch LT, guess I shouldn't confess." Soap laughs, slipping his pants and military shirt on before getting up. Ghost grunts toward Soap, not verbally thanking him. Soap sighs content. "Glad I could help LT. See ya' tomorrow Y/n." Soap says, closing the door behind him.
Ghost slides into bed, clutching you and dragging you to him, his boxer fabric rubbing against you, his limb dick, pricking your ass. "Never knew you could be so docile and submissive when you beg." Ghost smugly complimented. You jabbed him in the abdomen, hearing him let out a dry laugh. "Just don't fucking do it again!" You pouted lightly, nuzzling into the big rock.
"We'll see love."
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AN:) I wanted to just thank you all for getting me this far and I promise I'll have a better follower special when we reach that milestone! <3!
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roguelov · 1 year
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(Not) Cursed
Summary: After a rough week of nothing going right, Dream pays you a visit tries to cheer you up
Word Count: ~1.8k
Reader: Gender Neutral
Warning: Minor angst (general inconveniences and small outburst), mostly fluff
Requested by anon
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The universe - in all of its grandiose schemes and of its intricate woven tales of fate - had ultimately put you on a path of misery.
Or at least, it seemed to be.
You were destined for a week, a tortuous long week, of the world completely set against you.
It all began with work - a simple retail job in a local clothing shop. Of course, like all jobs, there were ups and downs, however, this week was unbearably stressful. Firstly, the most volatile and rude customers seemed to have rallied together bombarding the shop and made it near impossible to help them or get a word in otherwise. So while other coworkers tried their best with customers, you decided to try to restock and reorganize the display shelves, which ended in more agony. You only succeeded in tripping and sending all the clothes all over the floor, and also managed to knock over a mannequin thus breaking one of its arms. After cleaning up said mess, you moved to work at the cash register. But, tragedy struck again. You were simply scanning in items, pressed a button okay a credit card, and the system completely crashed on you. It wouldn’t work no matter how much you pleaded, and your manager had to take over to complete the transaction.
You swore a curse was inflicted upon you. Whatever you touched would be ruined.
And your theory only proved to be more and more correct.
After a draining week at work and other unfortunate mishaps you encountered - traffic jams, spilled drinks, torn clothes, etc, you had to do some grocery shopping and decided to splurge a bit. You saw a tasty new recipe and bought all the necessary ingredients, along with a few other things to treat yourself with. But, the curse had already decided your next victim: your dinner.
Stumbling with groceries, you unlocked your apartment and fumbled inside. A few bags slipped from your grasp, and tumbled all of its contents out onto the once clean floor. Apples bruised, cans dented, and a bottle of soap busted leaking all over the floor.
You let out a frustrated groan. Setting the other bags onto the counter, you begrudgingly started to clean another mess added to this miserable, terrible week. You mumbled every curse under the sun as you cleaned up.
Damn this.
Damn everything.
After cleaning up the mess - and nearly slipping in the soapy bubbles - you put away everything and prepared to make dinner. But, your curse continued. A few more items were dropped and spilled in the process, which furthered your growing white hot anger. You gritted your teeth as your throat squeezed as you pushed back the need to cry and scream.
Fuck, it’s okay. I’m okay.
You chopped vegetables and began to cook them in a pan. You haphazardly moved around the kitchen collecting spices and seasoning while trying to put in the correct measurements.
Shit, what else? What am I missing?
You glanced over to your phone on the counter, rereading the recipe for the umpteenth time. You practically knew it by heart at this point, but you had to double check.
1 teaspoons, 1 ½ tablespoons, and okay -
You scrunched up your nose in disgust. You tilted your head back, inhaling deeply. An awful aroma filled the air, assaulting your senses. You wanted to choke. It was an awful aroma you knew well. Your eyes widened as you whipped around. Smoke clouded the air. The vegetables - your poor vegetables - were burning.
You scrambled over, turning off the stove and rushed the pan to the sink. The resound clang of the pan banging into the sink was your final straw. You numbly stared down to see your burnt diced vegetables. Burnt and ruined.
Ruined just like this week.
You sniffled then quickly squeezed your eyes shut.
Why? Why is everything going wrong?
You were so focused on drowning in your misery and distress, you failed to notice a peculiar thing happening in the living room behind you. Shadows stretched from underneath furniture and out of corners, pooling together. It swirled and swirled until it formed a mass. Stepping out of the shadows, with the sound sand pinging on the ground, a man appeared.
A man you knew dearly, and loved more than anything: Dream of the Endless, your loving Morphues.
Morpheus cocked his head, seeing your hunched figure in front of the sink. Your hands white knuckled the rim, nearly cutting into your palms. A faint scent of smoke filled his nose, but he thought nothing of it. There was no fire. So, his attention was solely on you - you and the dark cloud looming above your head.
“(Y/N)?”
“Fuck! What the hell do you want?” You hissed. But, you instantly froze. You blinked, realizing the source of the voice. You slowly spun around to see Morpheus now in your home. His eyebrows knitted together slightly given your outburst. Your eyes widened. “Oh my god, Morpheus, I am so sorry about that, I didn’t mean to snap at you.”
Morpheus’s expression subtly returned back to its typical neutral state. “It’s okay. I startled you, I should have called before arriving.”
“No, no,” you sighed, rubbing your face. “I lashed out. I was frustrated and you popped in, so I unintentionally took it out on you.”
Morpheus strolled forward. His eyes casually peered around you to see the sink littered with charred ingredients. There was one explanation for your outburst. His eyes moved back to you. You still held your hands over your face as if blocking out the world. But, there had to be another reason. One mistake usually did not elicit such a response.
He reached up, and gently curled his fingers over your wrists. He slowly dragged your hands down so he could see your face. Tears prickled in your eyes. He frowned, a twitch of his lips. With his thumb, he carefully brushed away the tears that slid down your face.
“What bothers you?” He spoke softly, trying to comfort you.
You immediately leaned into his kind touch. “It … it has just been a rough week.”
“Tell me.” Taking your hands, he guided you over to the couch. He sat down first - measured and precise - while you flopped down in a huff. His hands, however, never left yours. His thumbs rubbed soothing circles on the back of your hands. “What has happened?”
You scoffed, a breathy sarcastic laugh. “What hasn’t happened? For starters, work has been awful. I swear everything I touched broke, not to mention all the rude customers that came through the shop.”
You sniffled, your throat constricted as you fought ferociously against the wave of tears. Morpheus - your sweet Morpheus - said not a word, listening intently and watching as your expression slowly fell.
“Then - then I had a list of chores I needed to do. But, the dishwasher - the stupid thing - broke and I hand-washed everything only to break more plates and bowls.” You dropped your head, and gripped Morpheus’s hands tighter. Fuck. Don’t cry, don’t cry. “Then I tried to make dinner only to burn it and - fuck.”
It truly all sounded idiotic and childish out loud.
Morpheus cupped your cheek with one hand, delicately tipping your head back. Seeing your red rimmed eyes, his heart clenched. How can he fix this? “It’s okay,” he repeated the same words from earlier, although it tasted sour on his tongue. It held no true weight. “Mistakes happen.”
“But, it feels like I can’t do anything right,” you mumbled bitterly. “It’s like I’m cursed, everything I touch breaks.”
Morpheus smiled softly, slightly amused by your statement. He knew how to fix this now. He took both of your hands, and brought them to his lips. He gently kissed your knuckles - soft butterfly kisses. His eyes flickered up, watching you intensely with those vast twinkling baby blue eyes. “Have I broken, love?”
Your heart skipped at his piercing gaze; yet as love and adoration flowed through, it was quickly followed by confusion as his odd question ran through your head. “Well, no, I guess -“
“No, I have not,” he assured you. He maneuvered your hands, showing your palms to him. He bent down, kissing them. “You, my love, are not cursed. My dear sibling has simply destined you for minor inconveniences for a short while. Nothing more, nothing less, and most definitely not a curse.”
You grumbled a bit to yourself, but a smile started to tug on your lips. With each of his kisses, your anger and sorrow melted away. The tension in your jaw vanished and the tears started to dry up. Oh, how simple gestures from him could render you into a puddle. Oh, how easy he could make you forget all your worries.
“In fact,” he kissed your inner wrist, “I would say these hands have the capability of healing and fixing, not breaking.”
Your eyebrows scrunched together. “What do you mean?”
Morpheus leaned in towards you, staring deeply into your eyes. “They have healed me.”
Your cheeks warmed under his gaze. “Morpheus -“
“It’s true.” He cut you off. He grabbed your hand, laying it on his chest - on his beating heart. “You know the misery I have endured, you know of my past, and yet you welcomed all those broken pieces.”
His words warmed your heart, such a dizzying and absolutely wonderous feeling. You turned your head, beginning to feel bashful.
Morpheus delicately grabbed your chin with his thumb and forefinger, guiding your attention back to him. “You are capable of many things, more so than you can imagine. Please, forgive yourself for your mistakes and allow yourself to breathe.”
He leaned in slowly, kissing you softly. You hummed, falling apart at his touch. Short, but oh so sweet and all-consuming. He pulled away from the brief kiss, smiling at you. His thumb gently ran over your bottom lip then moved up your face as he cupped your cheek again. Your eyes were filled with love, the same love reflected in his endless eyes.
Morpheus kissed the tip of your nose, and pressed his forehead to yours. “I will be here whenever you need help.”
You smiled at him, a bright and full smile. A smile you had not shown in over a week. “Thank you.”
Morpheus’s heart swelled at such a beautiful sight. His love who pulled him from a dark time, his love he would greatly return the favor. He kissed your forehead.
“Anytime, my love.” Any frustration you held was gone, only love stayed. Your tears now long dried, and if they ever returned he would wipe them away as always. “Do you want my help in making dinner?” He offered.
You paused, considering it for a moment. However, you shook your head. You twisted around, pressing your back into his chest. You tugged his arms and wrapped them around you. Sighing in relief, you snuggled into his chest, grateful for his warmth. “In a minute. I just need a moment.”
Morpheus smiled, leaning back into the couch with you safe in his arms. His love, the one who holds his heart. He kissed the top of your head. “Of course, take all the time you need.”
You closed your eyes with a smile on your lips. Maybe this week has finally turned around.
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jarpadswalker · 8 months
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I doubt you're ok with anyone who's criticizing Jared or saying anything against him. How is it different from being AA?
I know you'll say "They don't criticize Jared's it's just hate", but what would be an example of someone criticising Jared and not being a hater? I never saw you being ok with ANY criticism he gets. AAs are the same - they see every criticism as hate.
No, there is a huge difference between criticism and hate... When someone calls Jared, an average actor or a B-List actor, I am okay with that criticism. When he is criticise for some of his acting choices Jared stans are okay with that...We don't bombard critics ask box with questioning their loyalty...We don't go and blame the person for not being a fan just coz he/she dared to dislike Jared's acting.
It is not Same with AA, the moment someone criticise Jensen acting you will have AAs crowding your ask box trying to change your opinion and if that doesn't happens they will question your loyalty and at the end call you a hater.
For Jared stans what constitutes hate is when AAs tried to vote down Walker without even watching it. You watch Walker and hate it, it is okay. That is your choice, but you don't watch the show yet, You criticise and try to influence others to not watch it. Try to fudge its rating just cause you are jealous that Jared got a show while your fave didnt. That is hate. And what worst is AAs werent even hiding their malicious act they were legit commenting that they didn't watch the show or trailer but they are sure its bad and so they are rating it 1star.How do you know it is bad when you didnt watched a single thing.
Jensen backstabbed Jared and acted like complete ass during TW, but Jared stans didn't down vote the show without watching it.Those who criticised were the ones who watched or at least tried to watch that mess. Most Importantly none of the Jared stanever said - if you are true Jared stan then you won't watch the show.
As far as hate is concerned, then there is no comparison between AAs and Jared stan. Most Jared don't care what Jensen does until some anon like yourself post an ask, highlighting his statement of whatever he is doing. None of the Jared stans are interested in keeping a tab on magazines he is interviewed or the organisation he is associated with. Most importantly, none of the Jared stans approach any company or organization associated with Jensen and tell them that he is awful and they should break their association. Even after Jensen acting as ass none of Jared stan had ever asked him to die or wished ill on his family or business. We didn't cheer when we learned about his near death experience with a plane. Again, most importantly, even when Jared stan criticise Jensen, they never tag Jensen.
The same can't be said for AAs. AAs and their extension Hellers have tagged Jared in the post where they wished him death. There are posts where idiots like AA have wished Ode to chole to death. There are post by AAs and hellers where they approached companies associated with Jared on social media and told them how they shouldn't work with Jared. They approached Out YouTh like dumb idiots and asked them to return the donation from Padaleckis. knowingly spreading misinformation about Jared is like a rite of passage to become an AA.
So you see, Anon Jared stan and AAs aren't the same. AAs don't criticise they hate. One thing that AAs know the best is to play victim whenever they are called out.
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chiiyuuvv · 5 months
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heyy it's yujun anon again so I came with a plot,the reader is also an idol and they're relationship were exposed
thx in advance and hope ur great again
NO NEED TO HIDE - YUJUN °
• PAIRING — idol!yujun x fem reader (uses girlfriend)
• GENRE — established relationship, idol x reader, lovey dovey, slight angst, some crying
• WORD COUNT — 623
• AUTHOR'S NOTE — sorry this took so long hope you enjoy!!
MASTERLIST! – JOIN THE TAGLIST!
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"Yuju-"
"Hyung im so sorry, i didnt mean for any of this to happen, i just wanted to take her on a walk since she was stressed out-"
"Yujun!"
"I had no idea people would be there and now i ruined this group and my relationship, i had no idea this will all happen im sorr-"
"YUJUN!!" minjae shouts over yujun, finally getting his attention. He wasnt even able to close the fully when he was bombarded with yujuns apologizes.
"Arent you mad that i.." minjae shakes his head. "I was worried nevertheless, but lucky we got some good responses."
"Good?" Yujin tilts his head as minjae whips out his phone from his pocket, opening up an app and heading to the comments section. "I think they like your girlfriend a lot." Minjae passes the phone to the latter, the boys cheeks going pink at the amount of compliments.
She's so pretty
Who wants a yujun when you can have her?
Gimme her insta so i can slide into those dms 🙏
How was he able to find such a TREASURE??
"Actually no, i dont think, i know." Minjae corrects himself, breaking the silence as yujun bites on his nail, sliding the phone back to the older. "Oh my god.." yujun puts his head down on the table, his cheeks hurting from smiling.
"You found a keeper." Minjae smiles as he pats the boys head, before exiting out of the room, turning around to take a final glance at the boy.
When the door closes, yujuns head lifts as he takes out his phone, going to his text messages.
Meet me at the park in five.
Why? Seen
Yujun?
YUJUNN?? Delivered
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"Yujun, im not so sure about this.." you reason, your hand tightening around his hold as you hide behind his back. "There's no reason babe." He turns around to engulf you in a hug, pinching your pouty cheeks. "They love you." He whispers in your ear, pressing a soft kiss on your neck.
You knew the dangers of dating a idol, the restrictions, the fandom, and it all worried you. So when you saw a white light flash from the last night, your stomach dropped as you grabbed yujuns hand to run away. He was as worried as you — though he tried his hardest not to show, even staying the night to comfort you.
But still you were unable to get a wink of sleep, the thought of loosing yujun troubling you. So when yujun texted you to come to the park – in broad daylight – you were a bit confused.
Everyone stopped when the cotton candy boy covered their line of vision, and instead of booing or screaming, they started cheering. Some whipping out their phones to record the precious moment as other wiped off imaginary tears.
"See babe? Its alright." He breaks the hug, his hands still connected to yours as he steps back, his infamous smile plastered on his lips.
Everything was moving too fast as you flashed back to last night, the countless tears that flooded your cheeks coming back, your eyes stinging as a tear falls. And when yujun coo's you, your heart breaks, the small crowd breaking into series of "aws."
"Theres no need to cry, theres no need to hide." He wipes your tears, lifting up your face to press a soft kiss on your lips, infront of everyone. Your eyes widen at his sudden boldness, but nevertheless wrapping your arms around his waist, pulling him closer. It seemed like yesterday when he was stuttering like crazy under your presence.
When he breaks the kiss, his forehead presses against yours as he smiles again, his eyes closing when the crowd throws various flowers at the couple.
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nightgoodomens · 1 month
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I'm sorry you're seeing so many bad takes. Fandom can be so toxic! I hope you don't mind some storytime?
I was very active in Supernatural fandom for 8 years. I watched the toxicity grow as some fans became so blinded by their obsession with a character that they hated anyone who disagreed. Those fans ended up harassing me out of the fandom and I swore I'd never be that involved in something again. Then, along came a silly little pirate show called Our Flag Means Death. It had been a decade since I'd engaged in fandom, but I was pulled in. And again, I watched those fans grab onto their character and twist the narrative to be only about him. Twice, actually. Both instances caused me to turn off anons because I was being bombarded by anon hate telling me to kill myself. I also had "fans" trolling my fic, telling me I was a shit writer and all sorts of lovely things. Again, I left. Frustrated. These trolls had ripped away the joy I felt at these ridiculous queer characters out there finding love. And now I'm loving Good Omens (and Michael and David because I have eyes) and I feel relieved that I haven't received any hate over it. I hope it doesn't come, but fandom has taught me it will.
Anyway, this got way out of hand and I apologize. I just wanted to say I see you and I understand. You're one of my favorite blogs and I look forward to seeing you on my dash. I hope you were able to do something fun today. Thank you for being you!
Awh, anon, I love you!
The last time I was in a fandom was… a good many years ago. I criticised one fictional character and then someone sent me a website where people were discussing how people like me and me specifically should be dead.
It was… an experience to see that.
All these years later it’s Good Omens who pulled me back in, which was a lot of fun for many months. I was so shocked at the beginning how everyone seemed to generally have the same view and were kindly discussing different theories. It was so much fun.
Now… now I mostly stay away from the dash. But luckily by now I know a bunch of fabulous people so I don’t mind staying in a smaller circle. It’s always a shame when fandoms turn into a mess but they always do. It happens every single time.
I’m so sorry for the awful people you had to deal with, anon :( I’m glad this fandom is still being lovely to you. And I had a fantastic day, thank you for asking 🥰
“because I have eyes” you and me, boo, you and me 😁
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doodle-pops · 1 year
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The Lords of Gondolin | Meeting Reader Who's An Author
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Request: Hi Mina! Can I request a further headcannon on a react I saw about the reader being an author with the Lords of Gondolin? They can be a poet or author but the lords already know who the reader is because their famous and took shelter in Gondolin because they were saved from an orc raid nearby. How the Lords deal with the reader writing amazing books, asking suggestions from their elf, if they’d let the reader go on book tours and if they do, how they’d react to paparazzi. Thank you! - Anon
A/N: I kept it a lot simpler with them being in awe at their writing abilities and books. I searched high and low for that reaction I had written and almost didn't find it lol.
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Galdor
He is ecstatic to learn that his partner is an author, especially one who has written dozens of his favourite books. He’s had the honour of reading a few of your books and became easily ensnared by them.
Knowing that you were here in Gondolin with him would prompt him to unintentionally corner you or whisk you away to have some privacy and question you on your previously written works.
Perhaps an unfinished tale or an alternative ending to a favourite book you’ve written. Are there any new genres you’d like to explore one day?
He might become a bit sneaky and ask if he can write something with you, most likely about flora and fauna or healing.
Since you are human and not many elves would be entirely interested in consuming documents or stories written by your folks, you don’t have to worry about walking about and being targeted or bombarded by fans.
You would mostly spend your time in Gondolin developing a new story, perhaps taking inspiration for a new chapter or book or maybe collab with some of their loremasters.
Ecthelion
Quiet on the outside but thrilled on the inside to learn about your arrival to Gondolin. Here you are in the flesh, a favourite author of his who managed to capture the attention of a highly closed-off person.
And guess which genre of stories caught his attention, romance. Perhaps it was the series where two lovers who were meant to be, never ended up together, and now that you were here, he was able to politely question you on the ending.
He’s the type of fan to understand and respect your choice and the reason why you chose to end the story in a particular way while asking if there were any alternative options without implying that it should have been that way.
Extremely respectful and classy around you. Ecthelion isn’t the one to ask if you could write a story about you two or collab with you, but more the type to aid like setting the ambience to write.
 He does come around to question if you’ve ever thought about venturing into other genres of writing like philosophy.
Glorfindel
You know those fanboys that stand in the crowd bouncing on their toes and squealing out of pure joy that their idol if before them, that is Glorfindel (he just does not shout marry me like them or wear merch lol).
He’s more ecstatic about meeting you and rambling about everything he loves about you and your writing— it’s the cutest sight ever. You swear he was following you from day one to currently.
You don’t have to worry about Glorfindel criticising your work or nit-picking it apart because in his eyes, there is nothing writing with your writing (not always be the best person for critiquing lol)
He does sneak it in that you should write a story about both of you falling in love but make it extra dramatic and romantic—he wants to be the hero of your story.
The love he has for you and your works reflects in the manner he defends you should anyone ever insult you and your work. To him, if someone attacks you, they’re attacking him and he doesn’t tolerate it.
Egalmoth
Oh, Egalmoth is overjoyed to learn that his favourite author is here in Gondolin. He's the first person at your doorstep and offering to show you about while striking up conversations about your work.
His level of interest in your work is just like Glorfindel's— his favourite author is here in the same city he lives in, ah oh my god, he must meet you and sit and have an extremely long discussion about all your work.
The biggest difference between him and Glorfindel is that Egalmoth will give you criticism if you asked for it, and he will be a bit harsh because he wants you to produce the flawless work that you also do.
With Egalmoth, he gives you ideas and inspiration for every story you’re creating even if it isn’t a romantic or heroic genre. Angst, horror, philosophy, history or comedy, Egalmoth is giving his thoughts.
He’s taking you to the best spots in Gondolin for inspiration, or to meet the loremasters. Would even give you tours around Gondolin and introduce you to people proudly and let them know who you are and no, they can’t have you.
Rog
He is subtle and a lot more like Galdor when it comes to meeting with you and indulging in conversations based on your work. More the type to have a little lunch with you privately or with the group for comfort's sake.
Not the type to be entirely philosophical with every phrase or terminology you use in your writings, but would ask you in between what made you use that description or if the tale was based on real-life events.
Rog would be more into life-changing and real-life stories that focus on persons in peril escaping to find happiness (like he did). Tales like those gives him hope and comfort, so he might ask you to never stop writing those genres because he loves them.
He would feel a bit more relieved if many people didn’t know you so he could have more of you to himself (so cute Rog), but wished that people also knew you to discover your talent.
Rog knows an artist when he sees one since he is one himself. He recognises talent and potential, and he is going to be your cheerleader as your writing continues.
Maeglin
No one ever expected him to interested in indulging in stories written by a mortal, but then again, he is a closed-off person so he keeps most of his interests to himself. When he learns about his favourite author showing up on the doorsteps of Gondolin, his curiosity is piqued.
He would wait until you were alone without having tons of people around you before approaching you. He would be short and simple with his introducing and informing you of his love for your books.
Maeglin doesn’t want to come off as being intrusive or annoying so he wouldn’t poke around for secret info about your upcoming books but he’s dying on the inside to ask.
Would slowly engage in conversation about his favourite books and slip in that he’s hoping for more in that genre or series. Would throw in an idea of how the story can swing if you are unsure.
Not the type to sit with you and provide advice and inspiration, but can critique if you wish it. Like Rog, he recognises your potential and would urge you to continue your work.
Secretly does not like when others are around you and prefers to have to himself (so cute).
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Masterlist
Taglist: @eunoiaastralwings @noldorinpainter @ranhanabi777 @spidergirla5 @lilmelily @someoneinthestars @mysticmoomin @aconstructofamind @starborne0661 @floraroselaughter @the-phantom-of-arda @rain-on-my-umbrella @singleteapot @wandererindreams @asianbutnotjapanese
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gaybitchfx · 1 year
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hii :D i have a request! i'm dealing with friend issues and i'm scared i'll lose someone so-
is it okay if i request something for josuke comforting the reader (gn or masc idc) after a fight with a friend? like, he finds y/n crying and he just holds them? sorta hurt/comfort?
( also can i be 🥐 anon? :D )
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-🍓 Character(s): Josuke
-🍓 Type of reader: M!Reader (can be seen as gn!reader)
-🍓 Category: SFW
-🍓 Warning(s): None(?)
-🍓 Note: :O a new anon?
-🍓 Edited: ❌
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“Have you seen Y/n?” Josuke asked someone only for them to say no.
That was the tenth person that said no and he was getting worried.
Where could you possibly be?
He wandered around for a bit till he came to a quiet and empty area which he decided to search.
As Josuke searched for you he could hear soft and quiet cries which he decided to follow and there you were, back rested against the wall as you hugged your knees, crying into them.
“Y/n..” He mumbled making you jump and quickly wipe away your tears.
“O...Oh hey Josuke. What are you doing here? Haha..” You nervously laughed as he stood up from your crouched position, eyes still puffy and red as if you’d been crying for the longest now.
“Why were you crying? What happened? Did someone say something to you? Do you want me to beat the crap out of them?” Josuke bombards you with questions making you lightly laugh.
“It’s nothing..there was just something in my ey—” “Bullshit.” Josuke cut you off catching you by surprise.
“Pardon?”
“I want you to tell me why you’re so upset right now Y/n..please?” He begged, a pleasing and sympathetic look spreading across his face only making you frown as your eyes began to water up again, in no time you were crying once again, but harder just like a storm cloud.
“I got into…a fight with (random name)..they got really mad at me and...said I was an awful friend..” You spoke in between sobs and sniffles. Josuke gently pulled you into a hug as he rubbed circles on your back, slowly swaying your body to help calm you down.
“It’s okay Y/n..let it out. Breath in..breath out..” Josuke whispered, his voice soft and much gentler than usual.
Josuke ended up staying with you the whole time as you calmed down and even after you calmed down just to keep an eye on you and make sure you were alright.
You appreciated that.
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-🍓tags: @jkloserdazai @reallyromealone @secretivemessenger @lostsomewhereinthegarden
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lorkai · 1 year
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Request that I'm sending in because I had an idea, sorry if you're bombarded with Request and I hope you're taking care of yourself!! After the 'mask' incident Mc slowly works to get over their fear of the brothers and has their help in rebuilding trust. Because hurt / comfort helps my soul 😔😔
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∘˚˳° A/N: Geez, I apologize for the delay, anon dear. But a) I had broken my phone so I couldn't play this event when you requested this. B) Last year I was dealing with a major writer's block, so I rewrote this like six or seven times until it was satisfactory for me and you. Fortunately I finally finished and I hope you like it, darling! (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)
Warning: Mentions of nightmares, implied panic attack, Hurt / comfort, angst, turned out to be quite lengthy, probbly some typos
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Shadows crept across the bedroom ceiling. They were slow, meticulous and their long arms snaked over your head, played with strands of your hair or tugged roughly, the only reaction they wanted was fear. You shifted in bed and fluffed the pillows making it look like you had no fear or concern at all, but you were tense and shaky and those seven figures laughed at your deplorable attempt to demonstrate that you were a brave human.
Seven pairs of eyes gazed at you from the darkness that enveloped the room and the gleam in each of them promised a different calamity and evil that would be inflicted on you, despite this, you swallowed the saliva accumulated in your mouth and pretended not to notice them there, staring at you, waiting for a single moment that you weren't alert to attack you and drag you down to the deepest areas of hell; or your own hell.
After all, all these shadows and monsters only lived in your head. They were fragments of a trauma that gradually resurfaced and became clearer, even if you didn't know if it was a good thing or not.
"Mc, are you still with me?" Somewhere far away, a lucid and serious voice began to bring you back to reality little by little, away from the meaningless whispers they chanted. And out of the corner of your eye you noticed someone moving around, someone you've come to know better in the last few days and who you've taken as a friend. It was Solomon.
Weariness sat on your shoulders as you wiped your sweaty face and looked once more from side to side, in the sorcerer's presence those treacherous monsters did not dare to appear as they did to you. And it didn't take a genius to know that it must be something to do with your trauma or your magic was destabilized and making you relive that event over and over again, at that point you were prone to believe everything. Even after sleeping for a few hours, you felt as tired as if you had just run a marathon.
Worried eyes filled your vision as Solomon leaned over you and took your temperature with a thermometer before saying anything else, he looked awful too. His white hair fell over his sunken eyes full of dark bags and he looked like he hadn't slept in days. Which was true, he was trying to create a perfect potion in order to make your nightmares lessen or disappear completely, but you knew the results had not been fruitful. And even though his intentions were good, even though he wanted to help you, you felt a twinge of guilt settle in your body for that.
You didn't want him to suffer. You didn't want anyone to suffer. The pain was yours alone to bear and yours to overcome, you've dealt with a near-death experience before. You were strong.
"Do you want to talk about it?" The sorcerer asked. He turned to the end table beside the bed and proceeded to fill a glass of water for you while squinting at you from the corner of his eye, analyzing each of your reactions carefully to know how to act accordingly. You had sensed it all that time with him, how subtle and caring he was, how he knew exactly what to do and what to say to make you feel better. And you let out a sigh, letting your mind wander elsewhere.
Whole weeks had passed and still you couldn't go on with your life, you couldn't stop shaking or stop remembering everything that happened, as if it were a horror movie. Deep down those masks only showed you what was most demonic within your dear demons and that left you with a suffocating fear, because in another timeline you might not have found Diavolo and explained the situation to him, because you might not know he didn't send the masks to the brothers and so, you could have died once again because you trusted Lucifer and his brothers. Trusted their words and everything they promised you, trusted because they swore they would never hurt you.
You had a history and people in the human world you cared about, people you didn't want to see crying at all, you had things you wanted to do and accomplish before your real death, a human death and not caused by a misfortune of fate. And your death was already a trauma that you forced yourself to forget and bury in the back of your mind to help Belphie reconcile with his brothers, but you couldn't handle a second death. Not when you feared even your shadow and the graceful mysteries of Devildom you once wanted to unravel.
The strangeness of that world fascinated you, but simple things like games and music were enough to get you trapped somewhere or cursed. And it reminded you how humans and demons are so different from each other, how one is strong and the other is weak, how one is prey and the other predator. As you or Solomon are no match for living with demons on a daily basis in your territory, even if you control them with your pacts. You would never be a match.
Demons kill others, just like Satan and Mammon told you with big smiles how they killed a bunch of inccubus once because they bothered them. Just as Beel always hinted that he would eat you or anyone else when his hunger reached a level he could no longer control. Just as Asmo loved to deceive people fairer than himself and drag them down to their disgrace, just like he did with poor Helene of Troy.
You could continue your long list for several hours, the point was that you no longer knew if you could continue in Devildom without knowing that you were totally safe, you could no longer see any demons with the same innocent glow you saw when you arrived for the first time. Now, each of them carried malice and ulterior motive behind a smile or polite gesture. Now they were all after your soul or anything else you had to offer.
“Why did you let me sleep, Sol?” You asked in a weak but irritated voice as the sorcerer handed you the glass of water, tapping your fingers against the glass and drinking the liquid in small, long gulps. You could almost hear your heartbeat in your ears and if you closed your eyes you would still feel the remnants of the last nightmare in your mind.
There was a limit to how much blood a person could see and your dreams exceeded those limits in an unhealthy way, they were episodes of night terrors that made you drink alarming amounts of coffee to be able to survive one day at a time. You didn't mind seeing hallucinations or hearing voices from lack of sleep, it was the least of your problems after all. "I lived it all over again… I saw it… You know what and what they said… You promised you wouldn't let me sleep, Solomon!"
“I know what I promised,” He said in a half whisper and looked away guiltily. His attention turned to the vials with bubbling liquids, releasing smoke that filled the table, in addition to his disorganized books that began to be piled up everywhere. His room was a mess and all of that reflected the two of you, messy, scared but trying to put the broken pieces back together and keep living. “I can't imagine what it's like to have recurrent nightmares, since I don't have them and I haven't had them before and if I did, I don't remember anymore. But you needed whatever rest you could get and I apologize for that. I just… I was just doing what I thought was best for you at the time, I'm sorry.”
You didn't answer him, you knew if you opened your mouth it would be anger speaking and not your wisdom, instead you focused on the scenery you could see through the open windows. You remembered the days you thought about what it would be like to live here with your brothers forever, if you would miss the sun and the heat or the typical human things and you recognized the answer now; Yes. You would miss typical human things. The vitamin D pills you needed to take regularly to make sure your immune system was healthy was just another reminder of how a human shouldn't be permanently in Devildom. As a human does not belong here.
You needed things that place couldn't offer you. You needed the normalcy and stability that place didn't have. You needed the security that place didn't have.
Obviously whether you were going to remain in Devildom now or not would have to do with how things would play out today. If the clouds told you anything it was that it must be day at that moment - not that you could tell the difference without consulting a watch, after all Devildom was always night, dark and cold. But the winds brought a comfort to you, the same comfort you felt when you laid your head on Simeon's shoulder or heard Luke singing softly, but mostly they carried an air of hope. A hope that you still didn't know if it was good or if it was bad, because what would happen today was something you couldn't predict and you felt your whole body tremble with anticipation.
Everything was as unpredictable as sand about to slip through your fingers. Like the quicksand that consumed your entire body in your recent nightmare and pulled you lower and lower to your death as the brothers circled you and watched you die with their polite words and sadistic smiles.
“I know that wasn't your intention, Solly.” You let out a weary sigh, watching clouds trail across the sky and tiny white lights dancing across it. A rain was about to start and it was all very ironic, the sky seemed to cry for you. “I know it can be hurtful but please don't do it again. I'd rather be run over by a rabid hawk than dream about them one more time.”
The sorcerer promptly nodded and then cleared his throat, throwing the black cloak over his shoulders as he hurried to close the windows, tiny raindrops tapping against the glass. He ran his hands over his face and turned to you, hiding his tiredness behind a sweet smile. “Let's go get some breakfast,” he whispered. “after that we have our little meeting with them.”
You almost suppressed a bitter laugh, after all today was the day you would meet the brothers for the first time since what happened. It was a hasty decision and you remembered with dread how your thoughts began to take the form of a clumsy and rushed letter, and how you asked Diavolo to deliver that same letter to Lucifer. Your short, cold words ran across that yellowed sheet. They were the words of a prey afraid to face its predator.
But it had to be done, you couldn't live in fear. You needed closure so you could move on and heal from everything that haunted you, yet you knew that even if you forgave them your nightmares wouldn't just go away.
You remembered how terrible it was to wake up day after day after Belphie killed you, you remembered the shadows hanging from your wardrobe and their disgusting whispers, you remembered the recurrent feeling of suffocation and how you were sure that at any moment someone would would jump out of the dark corners of your room to kill you again and again and again. Your resurrection wasn't natural and in bringing you back Lilith must have done something wrong for you to start seeing things, for you to start feeling the spirits on the other side angry that you were given another chance when they've been waiting so long.
Or maybe all the fear and stress was getting to you, completely consuming your being and driving you crazy. Even so, you shook those thoughts away and stretched letting the heat leave your body as you began to dress accordingly. All you wanted was to stay in bed forever, lulled by temporary comfort and its negativity. But another part of you was screaming at you to fight back and not give in to temptation, and that was the part you decided to listen to.
"Morning y'all!" You tried to sound as confident as you could and sat down next to Luke, drumming your fingers against the table in a rapid rhythm as Simeon finished making the pancakes and toast. The almost divine smell just made your stomach churn, but you forced a smile and hoped it was enough to not have Simeon worrying too much.
The little angel started to tell you about the salamander he and Simeon had found the other day, trying to create a loophole for any contact he could have without sounding like he was scared that you had gone through all that. But it was obvious, his big blue eyes looked at you as if any second you were going to disappear and his small hands held yours with a pretense that he wanted to see how much bigger they were compared to his. It was cute and made you genuinely smile for a few moments.
You had the feeling he'd told you this story two or three times before, but you decided not to mention it at all. You weren't paying attention before and didn't want to disappoint the angel or Simeon who supplemented the story with comments from his point of view. His face would light up every time you smiled and he would tell you with great enthusiasm about the fire animal, not forgetting a single detail about the sound it made or how it moved lazily over the backyard stones.
The sound of his voice filled your silence perfectly and he didn't mind talking for both of you as long as you were in his line of sight and you were okay.
“And then when Simeon reached out to give it the sandwich, do you know what he did?” Luke asked laughing lightly just remembering what had happened. You forced a smile and shook it off. “It turned its back and ignored him. But the expression on its face was priceless, did I mention I took it picture?”
Breakfast came and went with a tense air. You expected to feel the weight of the world on your shoulders like you so often did, but there was something like relief and gratitude and it was in that moment that you realized that whatever happened today you would not be alone to face it all. Despite having spent most of the time listening to what they had to say, you felt your face hurt from smiling so much at the jokes and banter made between the angels and small tears almost left your eyes.
"Mc, if you're scared you can hold my hand." Luke's smooth voice reached your ears as you left for the RAD. He tried to be strong for you, for him and for everyone, and you held his little hand with a secure smile. “It's going to be okay, Mc. I'm your guardian angel. I will stay by your side at all times and won't let any evil demons get close to you!"
"Thanks."
You held his little hand and continued to make your way there, noticing how demons opened their shops and children ran on the sidewalks, laughing and making noise. There was still something relatively normal about that scene that calmed you down and filled you with determination. And the moment you found yourself in front of those golden doors, you felt that you were close to accomplishing something necessary. Necessary but no less frightening. A huge sigh of relief left your lips as soon as you realized the brothers hadn't arrived yet. At the very least, they should be giving you time to calm your anxious heart or to run away.
You studied the great room with interest. The floors, the walls, the long table, the windows, all known exits. And finally, you sat down in the seat that had been yours since the beginning of the exchange program and wistfully, you ran your finger over three figures drawn in marble. You, Levi and Mammon were clumsily drawn there. It was related to some joke that you couldn't remember anymore, but that had you chuckling throughout that day's meeting and getting scolded by Lucifer later on, even though the soft look in his eyes told you he wasn't really mad about it.
Nostalgia clouded your senses, but you took a deep breath and focused on the hesitant tick that sounded or Simeon's nervous feet that hit the ground every second. The angel looked to his D.D.D and then to the door or to Solomon, who was unusually quiet and serious, standing there as a defender of the humans as well as a mentor who protects his apprentice with everything he has.
“After here do you want to watch some movies?” You proposed in an almost indifferent and distant tone, but they noticed a peculiar glint in your eyes and the idea was unanimously accepted.
You felt yourself smiling once more. The tranquility of having them by your side made you allow yourself to relax and you laid your head on the table, thinking and rethinking how you wanted things to happen. Anxiety had already run through your entire body and now, it left you with thousands of scenarios that you couldn't control and didn't want to. You were ready to accept all possible outcomes of whatever happened today.
Luke was already starting to list all the movies he wanted to watch with all of you and he let out a low chuckle, a chuckle you almost couldn't hear over the many footsteps echoing in the hallway. Heavy footsteps and hurried voices, sad and dejected. In your chest your heart was beating wildly and suddenly it felt like you had swallowed earth, not a single understandable word, not a sarcastic joke, not a sound left your throat. The cacophony of sounds seemed to be all-consuming and you jumped into your chair as Barbatos calmly opened the doors for Diavolo to enter, stealing a glance in his direction and then glancing briefly back at the brothers.
Simeon noticing your reactions took out a bottle of water os his bag and handed it to you. He patted your shoulders and rested his gaze on his brothers, analyzing each one's movement with enviable accuracy. You tried to imitate him, even under your eyelashes. But the awkward gesture just made it look like you didn't want to look at them.
Mammon had his head down, unable to maintain eye contact and Levi, beside him, leaned on his older brother's shoulders as if his eyes were still blurred from tears. You could hear his sobs contained in the silence that perpetuated in the meeting room and no one dared to say anything, not even Diavolo who shifted his weight from one leg to the other, uncomfortable with the situation or Barbatos who was famous for being able to mediate difficult situations.
But the butler offered you an encouraging smile, his dark eyes urging you to take the first step, to say everything you had hidden inside you. And taking a deep breath, you began to gather your thoughts once more before you dared say anything, before you just let your fears override the happy experiences you shared with them, before everything was tainted by every mistake they have made.
As if they didn't know how to act, what to say or didn't even have the strength to look in your direction for more than two seconds before they are consumed by remorse and guilt for everything they've done. “That's all I could handle. What I couldn't do is act like your family therapist, if you have communication problems go to family therapy or something like that. That sounds rude, but I have my own issues to deal with and I feel suffocated with you always on my shoulders.”
"I didn't ask to be selected as an exchange student which in fact no one asked me if I wanted to participate. Even so, I tried my best to get along with and understand our differences, I spent sleepless nights studying for exams, whole days in the library to do the assignments. All without asking anyone for help.” You broke the silence of the room, your voice sounding sterner than you intended. You swallowed hard and got to your feet, walking around the table and ignoring how the brothers walked away as if they were in pain.
It wasn't fair and none of them really apologized for every threat, attempted death or, well, your death, they always gave you half words and puppy eyes hoping you would give in to their will each time. Seldom have you found comfort in their apologies, as demons don't apologize and they don't know how to apologize.
You thought about how having alone time was almost a privilege. They didn't mean it or have bad intentions when looking for you to spend time together, you know, but it was suffocating at times. There was a lot of pressure on you, especially having to deal with death threats. You always had to be the understanding human who forgave every mistake they made.
Mammon growled something softly. He rubbed his neck anxiously and dared to look at you as if the exertion alone had drained him of all life force. His eyes were red from recent crying, at least that's what it looked like. And weakly, he murmured. “No one here will blame you if you decide to walk away and leave us, really. We… I know I was an asshole at times, always looking down on you or making jokes and pranks that weren't really funny, even dragging you into my shenanigans because I wanted company during punishments, but during the last few days I thought about everything I did and I want to apologize to you, Mc.”
And holding back a sigh, you proceeded. “Every apology I receive sounds fake to my ears, just an attempt to make the exchange student not drop out of the program before the year is over or to tell Lord diavolo everything that happened in the place that was supposed to be for my protection. I've endured a lot and… And I don't know if I can go back to the House of Lamentations, nor do I know if I'm going to stay in Devildom much longer."
You almost took a step forward to comfort him, but stopped yourself and shook your head. “No Mammon, you never did anything bad to me. Did you annoy me and take up a lot of my time? Yes, but I know very well that behind every silly word you meant well and that you would never put me in harm's way on purpose. It's not your apologies I need, but I accept them anyway.”
You leaned against the edge of the table, looking back for your water bottle. The tense atmosphere was starting to bother you a little, but you understood the meaning behind the silence and those guilty looks; you recognized that silent suffering and wanted them to bring that suffering to life by talking about it.
“Mc, I must also apologize for everything I've done and said to you. I can't say that I share your pain and anguish, nor even that I understand it, but from the bottom of my heart I want to rectify my past mistakes, I want to become a better demon who is worthy of being in the same place as you, if that's what you wish. So please forgive me.” Satan, with his pretty words and good posture, looked lost. You could almost see the cogs running over his head, trying to form some coherent sentence to convey his thoughts.
But what caught your attention the most happened right after. The avatar of wrath knelt at your feet as if this was an act of pride for him, as if he didn't care that his blond hair touched the floor of the meeting room or that his back ached from the position. And you didn't know how to react to that, your face was a mix of expressions, but at least you knew that Satan was determined to right his wrong.
And Leviathan did the same as his brother. “I wasn't the best of friends either, Mc. I know I prioritized my anime or only thought about my problems instead of our friendship. For this and for many other things that I have done I would like to apologize, I recognize that I was a fool.” His voice, though muffled, was filled with guilt. And several memories went through his head of how you always tried to get along with him when he didn't make the same effort, as if the relationship you had wasn't reciprocated. As if he didn't care about this normie who talked about anime and manga he'd never heard of or were boring in his opinion.
His indifference sometimes shut you up and made you lose the will to comment on your favorite anime that was famous in the human world. After all, even though you can communicate well, there was no point in talking to someone if they didn't treat you well. And even though it was light compared to what his brothers did, it was also something that hurt you a lot. Indifference hurts after all and Levi saw it as he looked towards you, watching your cold expressions.
A part of you was enjoying finally being heard, finally feeling the knot that had been wrapped around your throat so tightly melt away and the weight of keeping it all to yourself lifted. But a more selfless part of you wanted to hold and comfort them just as you know that, despite all their mistakes, they would comfort you. It was complicated.
“Mc, my angel, if I can still call you that.” Asmo cleared his throat uncomfortably, trying to get your attention. And you waved, even though now the nickname made your skin crawl with memories of weeks ago, of how his voice was shrill, screaming for you as he chased you, as he tackled you to the ground and held your hands, making you unable to move while others laughed and watched.
Your heart fluttered and you shivered. But you managed to take a deep breath and focus on the present moment, gripping the water bottle with a considerable grip.
“But as I thought back on my actions I was able to recognize where I went wrong. I'm sorry Mc.” Asmo took a step forward as if he wanted to reach out for your hand to caress and hold it, but Barbatos stopped him at that very moment. The butler seemed to carry a stern warning in his dark, expressionless eyes, causing the avatar of lust to back away. “My sweet angel, I beg your forgiveness. I know they may just be empty words to you, but I swear they're true. And if you can forgive us, forgive me, I promise I'll do better.”
“At first I confess that I did not understand what I had done wrong, after all I know that I can be a little narcissistic and only think about myself and my well being.” The sincere confession made you laugh, but you recovered in a few seconds. He was your narcissistic lover, you just wish he would be a little more considerate before making a comment that could make you feel that old insecurity and remind you of bad times in your childhood and adolescence.
There was a long moment of silence in which Beel and Belphie looked at each other as if they could read each other's thoughts, a second in which you were sure they knew what was going through each other's heads, as you had witnessed several times how Beel knew what Belphie needed or wanted. And then both twins turned to you, completing each other's sentences with the same melancholy as when they used to tell you about Lilith.
“It is our demonic nature to do things that humans do not approve of or understand, just as it is human nature to do things that we do not understand or approve of.” Belphie said hesitantly, scratching his head. Unlike his brothers, he looked like he hadn't slept in days and was almost climbing the walls, desperate for a cup of coffee that would make him forget about how he killed you, how he mocked you and how he was now living. one step away from losing you, if your heart told you to leave.
And you saw how he quickly wiped away a lone tear that slipped from his eye, choosing to hide his face in his older twin's shoulder and letting his eyes wander towards the ground and his kneeling brothers.
You sat back down with Solomon and Simeon, suddenly exhausted and your head spinning. The kneeling brothers raised their heads due to your sudden departure and they seemed to be thinking the same thing: how to comfort you without touching you, how to reach your soul with the truth when their sweet words have already caused you so much pain.
“We know that talking about nature is not an excuse for acting as we did with you, nor does it make our actions more acceptable, me and my brothers did horrible things just like you said. And I can't promise you that more mistakes won't happen since everyone makes mistakes, but if you stay I promise you that I will always try to do my best to keep you safe and happy. And I will make sure my brothers do too.” Beel completed his brother's thought, putting one of his arms around the youngest of the family's shoulders in a gesture of comfort.
Beel's hugs were always warm and comfortable, always putting you to sleep through the hardest of nights. And they were also dangerous, strong enough to crush you if he wasn't careful.
But before they could act, Simeon let you lay your head on his shoulder as he whispered softly in your ear. And Solomon held your hand, drawing cute shapes and animals with a magic pen to distract you from the queasy feeling that lodged in your belly.
“If you want a break, I can get them out, Mc.” Diavolo who up until this point had been quiet spoke up, arms crossed as he analyzed the situation. But you denied it with a hand gesture.
“I'm fine,” You said. “I'm just resting my mind. But Lucifer still hasn't apologized."
The eldest among the brothers was stared at by everyone. Was his pride something that would keep him from admitting he'd been wrong on more than one occasion? Was he so proud that he wasn't able to apologize for mistakes made? You didn't want to think that. Your heart ached at the thought.
He had let you down, he had let his brothers down, and he had let down Lord Diavolo who had tasked him with protecting you. Instead of doing that, he threatened you every chance he got and you know you'd never be able to waltz again without worrying about your dancing partner trying to break your hand like he did. It was the little things that upset you the most.
Lucifer was the last brother to kneel, his back arched in the air and his head lying on the ground. He didn't dare look up and see your expression like his younger brothers did, he couldn't stand it. He failed again with someone he cared about. He could hear Lilith mocking him, could imagine what his brothers and Diavolo thought of him. But it was your opinion that mattered most. Sobs left his throat and he allowed himself to cry.
“You're right, I haven't apologized yet. I just couldn't find words good enough.” His voice was gravelly, but his words were as sincere as the pain in it. “I can't erase everything I've done to you, Mc, but I can ask forgiveness for every threat, every time I made you feel afraid or angry, every time I didn't pay attention to you and your problems, and especially, for every action I made you that push you to your death. I hope you can forgive me, Mc. Or at least forgive my brothers.”
"If you have to hate someone, hate me, Mc. But don't hate my brothers, that's all I ask of you." His weak and choked voice was enough to make you shed a few tears too, looking at all the demons kneeling in front of you. Each with a different expression of anguish and pain.
You took a deep breath, sad to witness that scene. Your feelings were all conflicting, you didn't know if you should forgive them or not. And most of all, they might not keep their promise that they won't hurt you again.
"Follow your heart, little sheep." Simeon whispered for you to hear, taking your hand in a gentle grip as he looked down at his former angel brothers. He also felt sad and disappointed, because as angels they would never have done something like that to someone dear. "If your heart desires one thing, then it can't be wrong."
"But what if it is?"
"Then we'll be here to help you." Solomon whispered from your other side. His fingers playing innocently with yours.
"But what if it's too late?"
"You have my blessing, no one can touch you without your permission." Luke reminded you with a small smirk.
And it's true enough, the first thing the young angel did when they found you was put a blessing on you. One that would protect you more than the magical amulets Solomon gave you as a gift, one that would protect you for years to come. And if any malicious demon tried anything, they would suffer severe consequences that could cost them their own life.
Nervously, you drank more water and got up. You looked at each of them with a mixture of different emotions swimming inside your chest, then you approached Lucifer and made him look up to face you. You dried your tears with your thumbs and offered a small smile.
"I couldn't hate you or your brothers, you dumb demon." You laughed at such a thought. They were like your little dysfunctional family and hating one of them was almost impossible, yet they managed to be insufferable at times.
You moved away from him so that you were in front of everyone once more. "I forgive you, but we'll have to discuss conditions later."
Several choruses of agreement were heard. The brothers were as trembling as leaves and each one of them was crying, some more than others.
With wobbly legs, Mammon came to you. He still didn't seem to believe it, but when his arms closed around your waist and he smelled your scent so characteristic that he missed it, the avatar of greed began to cry profusely in your arms. And he was followed by Levi who was sobbing and stuttering.
"Get up, I want a hug." You said and opened your arms. You really hoped you were making the right choice, you hoped they wouldn't hurt you again. "Come on, get up!"
One by one the others followed, wrapping you in a warm, snug pile of hugs. Your heart was light even though an urgency resided within you and all the fear was there as well, but you were sure that in time it would go away. What wouldn't go away would be your love for your dear demons.
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traegorn · 1 month
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I hate that you're getting bombarded with anon weird obsessive hate things? So I just wanted to say something nice, because you're just generally pretty cool. You have good information and you do a good job trying to get people to use critical thinking and cite sources. I'm really glad you're part of the community and care so much about making sure information is true. So thank you 😊 ❤️
Aw, thanks!
Honestly I think I'm just amazed at this point? I turned off anons in November because it just got to be so much. I thought I had waited long enough, so I turned them back on yesterday... and bam -- there they were again.
Which I think is the part that wigs me out? Like the actual hate itself doesn't really bother me that much. But the fact that this person must have been camping out on my ask page, repeatedly checking to see if they could send something again is so fucking creepy.
But I wanted to turn anons back on because I know a lot of folks get nervous asking questions, and I want those folks to feel comfortable sending me stuff again.
Let's not let creepy fuck-head ruin it for everyone.
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nikethestatue · 2 years
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For almost 1.5 years, Elriels have been berated, harassed and screamed at on every platform about the Lightsinger theory. ENDLESSLY.
We've been accused of hating women. Of hating and abusing a victim of r*pe. We've been called horrendous names. Bombarded with vile anons, telling us that we should get r*ped and killed because we are making an SA victim a Lightsinger. We've been accused of making an SA victim a 'luring' siren, and how dare we, because we are 'excusing' assault. We are giving 'approval' to men who r*pe because we are saying that it's the woman's fault.
SO. MUCH. BULLSHIT.
SO. MUCH. ABUSE.
And now, when the author giggled like an idiot in an interview and essentially confirmed that indeed Gwyn is a Lightsinger, those same people are celebrating!!! OMG! Look! Gwyn is mates with Azriel (? WTF) OMG, such a good theory!!
Am I fucking enraged by this bullshit? Yeah.
I still remember very well how I posted that the Sangravah scene was a retcon, that in ACOMAF Mor wasn't in Sangravah,a nd that SJM changed the story. That was just an observation. A pretty simple post supported by sceenshots from the books. And then I was accused of 'denying' Gwyn's SA. Of not believing women who state that they were r*ped. I've gotten like 50 anons in 2 hrs, telling me to kill myself, hoping I'd get sexually assaulted and that I am a piece of shit human being.
3 months later, the big Gwynriel accounts admitted that it was a retcon and suddenly ... silence. Oh, well, it was a retcon, no big deal. Because you know, clearly it's because Gwyn and Azriel are mates! (naturally)
I am not even mad at the moronic Gwynriels, though the ruthlessness with which they attack people for pointing out the obvious is gross and absolutely abhorrent. But I am pissed at SJM and BB for perpetuating all of this toxicity. I am really, genuinely disappointed not only with how the fandom behaves and how women treat other women, but how the author treats her fans.
But also, this is such a good, if unfortunate, lesson in how awful herd mentality is. How easy, and how devastating it is to become part of something that is ugly and bullying towards others.
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chuuyrr · 2 years
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Hello hello, make sure ur eating and drinking properly, also for my request, idk if someone already ask for this : What would be tomans + black dragons reaction meeting the revived shinichiro?
toman & black dragon when scarlet witch! fushiguro! reader revived sano shinichiro
jujutsu kaisen x reader x tokyo revengers
masterlist of the series
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╰➤ CW(s): major spoilers for tokyo revengers, mentions of death and revival, and mentions of scarlet witch's powers
╰➤ PAIRING(s): mikey x reader, platonic! toman x reader, platonic! black dragon x reader, dad! gojo x reader
hello dear anon! thank you so much :D no worries no one has requested your request yet. anyway, enjoy reading, i hope i was able to write it well <3
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one thing you didn't think about when you accidentally revived your boyfriend's older brother were the reactions of his family, together with the old gang he founded, the black dragons. as gojo satoru, your dad, dealt with the higher-ups about what you had just done during your mission, you, on the other hand, were assigned to explain and get everyone to understand how shinichiro was no longer six feet under. 
it was no problem explaining it to their grandfather and emma, especially emma, who already knew you were a witch. as for their grandfather, he was happier about it instead of being furious. however, he was surprised at how you weren't an ordinary person at all. grandpa sano ended up bombarding you with questions about you instead of asking or freaking out about the revival of shinichiro. it was better than the rest, who reacted differently.
toman had much more of reaction compared to mikey's family. you were currently holding mikey's hand as the two of you stood and faced the gang with shinichiro standing next to you. their initial reactions were to scream and point out how there was a ghost standing beside you.
they freaked out.
"THE FOUNDER OF THE BLACK DRAGONS IS STANDING NEXT TO MIKEY'S GIRLFRIEND!!"
"IT'S A GHOST!!"
"QUIET!"
mikey had to silence the gang or else they would have gotten a noise complaint due to them causing a commotion before giving you the opportunity to speak up and explain what was exactly going on. toman was shocked. sure, they already knew for a fact that you were mikey's special girlfriend, who's pretty much a psychic and capable of beating anyone and anything with just a flick of your finger, but to resurrect someone from the dead?
it was more than just beating a gang all by yourself or fixing a broken plate before their eyes that one time. it was so much more than that. they were in complete awe of what you were truly capable of doing.
"mikey's girlfriend really did that, huh."
"she really is a force to be reckoned with."
after some talking, the founding members of toman were able to reunite with shinichiro, considering how they knew him. shinichiro expressed how proud he was of them. however, his reunion with baji and kazutora was a flurry of emotions. you could tell from the way they looked at him with tearful eyes. that shows how much regret they have had in the past.
"shinichiro..."
"we.. we're.."
"it's okay, you two. what ever happened in the past, stays there." shinichiro pulled the two boys, who were now practically teenagers, into his embrace and ruffled their hairs.
you found out not too long ago when you resurrected shinichiro that toman was supposed to fight valhalla, but now that your boyfriend's brother had been resurrected, there was no point in having mikey, kazutora, and baji proceed with their conflict. if this hadn't happened, the fight would have occurred, and maybe lives could have been lost, or at least that's what your thought-reading abilities said.
"are you okay, [name]-chan?" mikey turned his gaze towards you when you began to lean against his shoulder.
"mhm, just happy that you don't have to fight valhalla anymore." you answered before mikey gave you a peck on the cheek. "the premonition i saw isn't going to happen."
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now, all that's left are the black dragons. unfortunately, someone else had been leading the gang and it was currently in its tenth generation. toman had trouble contacting the black dragons, so everyone just opted to just find the founding members. apparently, one of the founding members, namely imaushi wakasa, has a gym and that's where the other two were, namely benkei and takeomi.
upon entering, you were instantly greeted by a tall man with blonde and purple hair. he held a rather bored look in his gaze.
"h-hello." you greeted him, swallowing thickly. he was incredibly tall and rather intimidating.
"hello, how can i help you?" he greeted you before eyeing up and down. "huh, you look familiar. have we met somewhere before?"
"my name is fushiguro [name], sano manjiro's girlfriend." you introduced yourself, bowing your head slightly as a form of greeting and respect.
"ah, mikey. never thought that kid has a girlfriend already." he found himself chuckling ever so lightly. "so, uh, what do you need kid?"
"i'm looking for the founding members of the black dragons. if not mistaking, you're imaushi wakasa, right?" you explained, straightening your posture as you gazed up to him.
"yes, that's me. now, why are you looking for the founding members?" you watched him furrowed his brows at you.
"you're shinichiro-san's friends, aren't you? i need you and the others to come with me. it's urgent."
you watched a frown falter across wakasa's face. you didn't need to get into his head to see how shinichiro's death affected him. you've heard how wakasa, benkei and takeomi were close with shinichiro, and just from his bored expression earlier, you were able to tell how he seemed to have lost his will or excitement when it comes to fighting. this imaushi wakasa you are facing right now used to be known as the white leopard and the living legend in his era, he was the fearsome leader who commanded kodo rengo.
"just tell me what it is, i'll just inform benkei and takeomi." wakasa shrugged his shoulders, sighing. "okay? i have a gym to open soon."
"i can't tell you, because i'm going to show it to you three, and you're going to freak out if i say it." you scratched the back of your head, managing a chuckle.
"freak out? why would i?" wakasa held an amused look as peered down at you. "come on, kid. what do you take me for?"
"please, you three need to come with me." you persisted on as you pursed your lips into a thin line.
"look, i know you're mikey's girlfriend and all that, but that doesn't mean i—you breathed out a long sigh before shaking your head.
"i'm really sorry for this, but don't say i didn't warn you. if you won't tell me where they are, then i'm gonna have to get their whereabouts straight from you and take you with by force." you cracked your knuckles and popped your neck in preparation.
"are you threatening me, kid?" wakasa let out a scoff.
"maybe just a tiny bit."
you flashed him a kind smile before [color] eyes glowed a red color, which caused the tall man to immediately step away from you and ready into a fighting stance from surprise. using your red psionics, you took hold of him and read from his thoughts where the other two were.
"o-oi! what is this? what are you?!"
wakasa thrashed in mid-air, petrified for the first time in his life. he had always been confident in his skills and strength, but this was something else. something that he knows he cannot match just with the weighty pressure that comes with your chaos magic.
"i'll do the talking later, he's waiting for us." you locked and twitched your fingers, utilizing your magic to locate the other two founding members of the black dragons and open a portal.
"who's waiting? what are you talking about?!" wakasa pressed on, now scowling and brimming with anticipation.
you turned your glowing red eyes towards him after opening two portals respectively on each of your sides where takaomi and benkei were, as if he was seeing them through a window or mirror.
"shinichiro-san. i brought him back to life."
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you really couldn't blame shinichiro's old friends for having such a reaction when you informed them how you brought him back to life and how you were actually a witch, erm, sorceress. your magic wasn't even supposed to exist, yet here you were with the capability to consequently manipulate reality at a molecular level. wakasa, benkei, and takeomi did nothing but thrash from the hold of red psionics and merely stopped when you brought the four of you to where shinichiro was, and that's how they realized that you weren't lying. 
with one flick of your finger, you released them from your grasp and allowed them to land, and saunter towards their old friend.
"s-shin.. it really is you." takaomi, the former vice president of the gang his friend lead, was the first one to recover from shock.
"holy sh!t." was all wakasa could say as he blinked profusely.
"b-but, how? how is this possible?" benkei fumbled over his words as he encased shinichiro in his arms and felt tears fill the brim of his eyes the instant he felt warmth from his body.
shinichiro was really alive.
all shinichiro could do was laugh as he embraced benkei and held out his arms for the other two. it really was bizzare. even he couldn't believe this was possible too.
"i wouldn't be alive right now if it weren't for my sister-in-law." shinichiro answered rather cheekily, prompting you to straighten your posture and make your cheeks warm.
"damnit, kid. we shouldn't have doubted you." wakasa drew out a sigh from his breath before his throat erupted a small fit of chuckle.
"it's alright, i'm really sorry for earlier.." you dipped your head together with your body in a respectful bow. "it was really urgent and i couldn't really explain without having to show you guys yourselves."
"what is she talking about?" shinichiro raised a brow at his friends.
"we doubted her." takaomi admitted, together with benkei. "we just couldn't believe it."
"in my defense, mikey's girlfriend threatened me." wakasa answered flatly, causing you to perk up.
"i swear! i was just joking earlier! it wasn't my intention to actually threaten either of you." you apologized once again, slightly panicking.
"well, you better not pick a bone with her. i'll have you guys know [name] over here is pretty powerful. mikey told me that when he first met her, she literally beat up a delinquent as tall as you benkei. heck, she was fighting a cursed spirit, those monster thingies that come from our negative emotions all by herself when she revived me!" shinichiro began to ramble, causing his friends to avert their gaze towards you with stare with interest.
"you didn't have to tell them that, shinichiro-san!" you exclaimed, waving your hands in the air.
"your little brother sure is lucky to have someone like her, i can tell." benkei commented, grinning happily.
"i agree." takaomi nodded in agreement.
after reuniting shinichiro with his friends, the news of his revival had spread across delinquent world like wildfire, especially towards the current black dragons. luckily, they were able to buy the excuse of how shinichiro faked his death, and decided to bring his shop back to life and had his friends recruited.
although things were happier for him, his friends, and his family. things were unfortunately heavy on your part. the jujustu world, together with the delinquent world, has learned about your capability of resurrecting the dead and bearing such gift. you had responsibilities to take care of. you could always use your mental manipulation as a last resort, but you had your moral compass. you were going to fix this and make things work in the right way no matter what.
"[name]-chan, there you are. i've been looking everywhere for you."
you were at the sano household where, just like benkei, wakasa, and takaomi, you had been invited over for dinner, but you excused yourself from the table, and it didn't take long for mikey to notice how you left your food barely eaten.
"mikey, hey."
you managed a smile as you gazed up at him. you were sitting by the front porch. "sorry, just needed some fresh air."
mikey took a seat beside you and leaned his head against your shoulder. "something's wrong, isn't it?"
"i'm fine. i'm just thinking of something. that's all." you answered, turning your head to peck his blonde hair.
"it's about shin-nii, is it?" a frown faltered on mikey's face.
"it's actually not." you cracked a smile, "i'm thinking about me."
"yeah? i'm thinking about you too. always." mikey shamelessly flirted, earning a stifle of laughter from you.
"seriously, now?" you pulled your shoulder away from your boyfriend's head which made him childishly pout and utter a "hey!"
"okay, but really. what is it, [name]?" mikey took hold of your hand and intertwined it with his.
"me using my chaos magic." your shoulders shook as you laughed but it instantly subsided. "the higher-ups aren't happy with what i did, and i think my name just got on hundreds of hitlist."
"[name], i—mikey began, but you quickly cut him off and waved your hands in the air. "don't get me wrong, though! i don't regret what i did. i'm really glad that i was able to brought him back. it's just that i'm kind of scared, but i want you to know that i promise i'll do my best! i'm not giving up on shinichiro-san and i'll fight if i have to."
your eyes widened as you watched mikey take hold of your hand and intertwine it with his.
"your fight is mine too. you don't have to carry this burden on your shoulder alone."
at that, mikey pulled you to his chest and engulfed you in his warm embrace. "you've done so much already and it's always on you. so, please. let me take it too. jujutsu sorcerer or not, delinquent or not, i'll take on the world if i have to. i will do my best too."
with that, your boyfriend pecked a kiss against on your lips, and by lips, it was full on the lips. you felt your heart flutter and it was accompanied by sparks, kind of like fireworks. mikey's touch was warm as he took your face in his hands when he pulled away from you to press his forehead against yours. you found yourself smiling; the weight on your shoulders together with the troubles running through your mind had dissipated into thin air. you felt at ease.
everything will fall into place, and it will be okay.
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riddle-me-ri · 1 year
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I would love some BTAS Riddler, anything you can think of, 18+ content welcome though not necessary if you can't fit it in, but if he could remain very sweet and gentle with reader as his SO? Thank you!!
A/N: asdfjhjkl okay so, I don't think you know what you've done and I'm so so sorry for the result. But also thank you so much for the freebie cause BTAS Riddler is my husband, literally the one that's started this whole Riddler rabbit hole I've hyperfixated on in comfort for 6 years at this point.
I'm not gonna lie it's a x reader fic, but reader is basically me rip. This is based on true experiences and insecurities I've faced in past relationships and I'm taking a chance to write this out in hopes to come to terms with it.
So this is way more hurt/comfort than anything else I've written thus far and it's very suggestive but the smut isn't explicit like my other fics (no worries more is in store I assure you)
I hope you, anon, and other enjoy it nontheless. Also just an overall note, yall are all extremely lovely and amazing people and don't ever let anyone undermine you or your worth. Period.
TW: Insecurities, Talks of anxiety, mention of toxic ex relationship, some suggestiveness, and some strong language.
Word Count: 2.3 k (yep, I went ham on this folks)
BTAS!Riddler x F!Reader - First Time
It was like a dream. He is an absolute dream. 
To think this handsome, charming, brilliant man sat across from you. 
It had been almost a year since you started this relationship with the one and only Edward Nygma. You met him back when he partnered with Baxter Toys, when he supposedly went clean. During the few corporate events he attended (before ultimately succumbing to his compulsion and obsession to beat Batman), everyone was drawn to him. 
He left everyone in awe of his intellect and one-of-a-kind creations. You were no different, you were a brand designer for the company and mostly showed up because it was required. Edward actually gave you something to look forward to for these events. Most of the time you stood in the background and just admired him from afar. You wanted to talk to him so badly, to know how he comes up with these toys. 
You managed to solve most of his puzzles, except for his latest one. You still can’t believe it looking back on it, but your curiosity truly did get the best of your nerves and you went up to him and asked if you were missing something. Unlike the other women in attendance literally draped over him for his looks and success, you were the only one that came up with an actual attempt at his puzzles. 
Little did you know how observant Ed is, all the times he presented a new toy, he always noticed you getting it right before most. It made him chuckle to see you beaming at your success, before you quickly dart out of the room to keep from being bombarded with how you solved it. 
Ed took an interest immediately, but for all his charm when it came to the opposite gender he was an absolute goofball and wasn’t always certain when, how or if he even, should, approach someone he was interested in, romantically. He knew enough though. He knew he loved your smile, he enjoys hearing you talk, he admires your creative eye, and you were obviously intelligent for solving his puzzles. 
He would be lying if he didn’t see you walking up to him with an inquisitive look on your face his one opening to make a move. The other women paled in comparison and faded away for all he cared. Ed didn’t come out forthright with the answer, but he was able to give subtle hints that he knew you would understand. You did understand and you understood him.
The rest was history. 
Even when he was sent back to Arkham, you kept in touch with him. You sent him letters asking how he was and if he ever needed anything to let you know. He was so touched at how much you genuinely seemed to care. 
It didn’t bother you that you were speaking to a patient in an asylum. Whenever he corresponded back to you, all you heard and saw was your Eddie, not the mad evil genius, The Riddler, who sought to prove his intellectual superiority over others. 
You saw Eddie, the sweetheart that made up riddles where the answer was you. The man that made you laugh until your jaw hurt and the man who made you feel on top of the world. Whenever he complimented or assured you, you couldn’t deny or argue it. 
Except for…maybe one thing. 
Eddie and you were having a quiet intimate dinner at home. He had escaped along with the other rogues only a few days ago, and Batman was surely on the hunt for him and the others tonight. 
Everything was going splendidly. 
You had your Eddie back at arm’s length. You were cooped up in his arms now as you watched his favorite late night game show. His head was nestled in the nook of your neck and shoulder. Every now and then peppering kisses alongside your cheek and neck. 
You knew what usually follows after nights like this, and it caused a growing knot in your chest. You knew because it has happened nights before and you turned him down. Albeit he was accepting and understood, you knew he had to be growing restless with you. 
It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, quite the opposite, you wanted him more than words could even describe. You were just mortified. The last serious relationship you were in, the moment sex was introduced things seemed to change. You were treated less as a partner and more of a fuck buddy, making love wasn’t fun, and it was just a chore every single time. 
You felt bad for even making that assumption about Edward, who has been nothing but loving, loyal, and honest with you. You want to believe and know that being intimate wouldn’t change anything but make your relationship stronger, but you’d be damned if the slightest possibility of being treated the way you had before, didn’t rack your brains. 
“My dear, is there something wrong?”
Damn it.
Lost in your inner turmoil, you completely ignored the outward signs your body was making. You shoulders tensed up and your breathing quickened. You were a fool for thinking Ed wouldn’t notice those things either. 
“I-I’m fine, sorry, just got distracted there.”
“Darling, I can tell when something is tormenting you..I won’t pressure you to tell me, but I hope you know you can tell me anything..”
The slight burning sensation of fresh tears started to rise. You bite your lip to try and keep the whimpers down. You shake your head as if to alleviate the oncoming tears. “I-I’m fine, Eddie…”
He didn’t say anything, instead he turned you around so you were facing him. Straddling his lap, he leaned you into him, in an embrace. He kissed the top of your head. 
Fresh tears fell and soaked into his black long sleeved shirt. You let yourself give into the tears that desperately wanted to be let out. Ed didn’t say a word, he just held you and rubbed your back up and down. 
“I-I’m sorry..” you sniffled. “I-I ruined the evening.”
“Impossible.” He said. “You could never ruin anything, darling. I love every moment I get to be with you, however I do hate to see you cry, but sometimes it can’t be helped. I’m just glad I’m here for you.” 
Urgh, why is he making this so damn hard. Ed is so sweet, considerate, and thoughtful…but I thought the same of my ex…no, no Eddie’s different. Edward is different. Edward Nygma is different.
“I-I’m glad you’re here too, Eddie. I missed you so much.”
“As I missed you, my love…but something tells me this is something deeper than my absence.” 
You nod. “I-it is. It’s something I’ve been at conflict with for awhile now…”
Ed’s eyes widened. “About me?”
“Sort of, nothing to do with your criminal history or anything like that…”
Ed took a sigh of relief, but if not that, then what? “I’m afraid I’m at a loss then, dear. If you’re up to it, I’d love to know, maybe I can help?”
You took a couple breaths to control your breathing and give you a minute to collect your thoughts. “I-I know we’ve been together for awhile…”
“10 months, 4 weeks, 3 days, 10 hours, 45 minutes, and 15 seconds…”
You quirk your eyebrow at him. 
“N-not that I’m counting…” 
You giggled. “You’re such a dork…”
“Only when I’m around you, and especially if it makes you laugh.” He smiles. 
You sniffled some more, you try to wipe your tears with your fingers. Ed was ready with some tissue and handed them to you. 
“A-Anyway, we’ve been together for almost a year, and it’s been the best time of my life. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me, and I love you so much it hurts.”
“As I love you…”
“I-I know, and I also know that most couples have…um…been..intimate by now.”
For a moment you lost Edward as his eyes furrowed down in confusion, but it didn’t take long for the lightbulb to turn on and a blush to rise to his cheeks. 
“I-I-I see…”
“I know we’ve come close to it, and I..I always turn it down.”
“If it makes you uncomfortable, I’d rather you turn it down, I don’t want to force anything on you, my love.” 
“I-I..I know and I appreciate it more than you can imagine. I don’t want you to think I don’t want to, because I do..w-want you…”
His face is almost as red as a fire hydrant, but he lets you continue. You’ve rendered him quite speechless at this point, but he also didn’t want to interrupt your train of thought. 
“It’s just, I’m hesitant because in my last relationship…it…instead of bringing us together. It caused a drift…i-it was constant, like all he wanted from me was relief…I-I felt like such a toy. I-I’d cry myself to sleep while I’m beside him and he never noticed…” You pressed the tissue to your eyes and started wiping the ones that managed to escape from your eye ducts. 
“I-I want to believe…no-I-I know you would never, you could never. You’ve proven that time and time again…but I can’t help but be apprehensive you know? Absolutely petrified…no matter how much I wanted it…I would clamp up. I-I’m so sorry, Eddie…”
Ed shook his head and pulled you into another hug. “Shh…you have nothing to feel sorry for, Y/N. My darling, it’s okay…” 
Ed struggled to gulp down the lump in his throat, the slight flame of hatred and anger that was lit by a tiny match. 
How dare he? Who does he think he is?
He had to shake those thoughts away, you were much more important, he’ll ask questions later. You needed him and he was going to be there. 
He kissed your head again. “I-I hope you know that I want nothing but the best for you, I would never pressure you into anything, and if I ever have, with anything, I owe you an apology, it was never my intent…”
You smiled as you leaned back to look at him. Still sniffling, “I do know, and I love you more for it. You never pressured me into anything, you’ve been perfect…you are perfect.”
“Careful…you’ll inflate my ego more than it already has…” He mutters, jokingly. 
It works as you start giggling. “Nope, wouldn’t want that.”
He smiles at you as he pushes some of your hair back from you face, unsticking some strands that glued to the wet spots on your cheek. 
“Riddle me this…a mile from end to end. A precious commodity, freely given. Seen on the dead and on the living. Found on the rich, poor, short, and tall…but shared among loved ones most of all...what is it?”
You blink away the remaining tears as you take in his words. You chuckle breathlessly, “I-I’m sorry, Eddie. I’m not exactly-”
“-A smile. Did I ever tell you that was the first thing that drew me to you? I absolutely adored your smile whenever you got my puzzles right. And I love it even more now. I’d do anything in this world to see it every day.” 
“You may have mentioned it a time or two…” 
He cups your face in his hands, making sure you truly hear him and see him. “It’s true. I cherish every smile, laugh, kiss, embrace, everything. I’m a cerebral man, thought I was too logical. Above and beyond romantic relationships, but you came along, and I’ve never been so grateful for being so wrong.”
You could no longer fight the bright smile that stretched across your face. As you let yourself hear his words, words you didn’t know you needed to hear, but appreciated them all the same. 
“I love you, Y/N. More than I ever thought I could. I will wait however long it takes until you’re comfortable. I do want you and to be…intimate with you, but never at your own expense. Never at the expense of your happiness.”
You couldn’t hold it back anymore. You smashed your lips into his, shocking Edward but he was quick to return the kiss tenfold. You wrapped your arms around his neck and his arms found home around your waist. 
If not for the need of air, you’d doubt you would ever let up on the kiss. When you eventually had to break apart, it was both of your turns to smile at each other. 
“I love you, too. So much.” You replied. There was a pause in the air until you decided. “And..I’m ready…to take this next step with you.”
Edward’s eyes widened for a minute, until he nodded. “Are you absolutely sure?”
You nod assuringly, “I’ve never been more sure.” 
“I promise you nothing will change, I will always cherish you.”
“I know, and I believe you, more than I have anyone else.” You smile. You got up from his lap and embrace. You reached your hand out towards him to lift him off the couch and lead him to your bedroom. 
When the two of you finally got undressed, you were so anxious that your nerves would come up and ruin everything, despite already making the fully committed decision to do this, but those nerves never came. 
The only thing you felt were butterflies of excitement and the growing knot of pleasure being tugged tighter and tighter everytime Edward thrusted into you. He was so patient, so gentle and thorough. He knew your body better than you did, finding new sensitive spots on your skin that turned you into an absolute moaning mess. 
You were kicking yourself for letting your anxieties keep you touches away from absolute euphoria for so long. When all was said and done, he offered to run a bath or get you something to drink, but all you really wanted was to cuddle in his arms. Which he was more than happy to oblige you. 
Your first time with Edward was a dream. He was a dream. A dream come true.
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mariko-toda · 8 months
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Rina really are the superior couple! I mean I’m forever in awe with how well their whole relationship has been thought out, how much they grew together and because of each other, how it’s always been them and will always be them. Soulmate connection if I’ve ever seen one. Sorry to bombard you with my Rina feels I just can’t stop thinking about them and I need to gush to someone!
I KNOW I adore how well their relationship was written. How they started out as friends but there was always that lingering “but what if we were more” question hanging in the air but it was never the right time. But now that they’re together, they’ve come full circle. They finally found what they were looking for a sacred kind of home, a place where they feel like they belong… I’M A COMPLETE MESS!!!
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It’s no problem! I always feel like, even with people who also love the show and Rina like I do, I can be a bit much so I’m happy to share in the feels with you anon! 🥹💞
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navysealt4t · 1 year
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BOMBARDING U WITH NAVYSEAL HCS HERE WE GO:
they're both absolutely horrible at asking for affection but with how much time they've spent together they've both kinda learned each other's "tells". they're both awful at initiating anything (gill especially) but they both found its a little bit easier with each other.
also while actually doing anything vaguely romantic is a lil overwhelming for both of them, they look at each other CONSTANTLY. absent-mindedly at breakfast, sitting across the table from one another. in the middle of a battle, making sure the other is okay. maybe longingly from across the deck, just noticing the way the sunlight makes the other look prettier somehow. bonus points if neither of them realize they do it.
ik the "jay builds while gillion trains" is a bit but also that's straight up just parallel play. they totally use it as an excuse to just Be Around Each Other even if gill sometimes accidentally breaks jay's shit
they do each other's hair a lot (with bonus hc: hair is super super important in undersea culture and having someone else do your hair is considered a very intimate thing). idk whether or not gillion would've told jay that at any point, but the first time she asked he was just like 0/////0
they're the type of bitches to go "omg do you think he/she actually likes me though" (in a self-worth issues way) and chip's just sitting there like "YEAH????? ARENT YOU LITERALLY DATING WTF ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT????"
they infodump to each other constantly sorry I don't make the rules
wavy hands HI ANON!!!!! u r so right always i love these sooo much <3333
they both infodump soo much and they just like listening to each other speak and they just silly smiling :3 jay will talk about what she read in her tinkering books and her latest project and the problem she’s try to fix while gillion talks about different undersea animals and plants and all he learned about them and a bunch of cultural things too <333 gillion will listen very intently and try to gather all the information to show he cares but ends up zoning out and think about how pretty jay is when she’s all happy <33 jay is very interested in all of gillion’s home info she love learning about it
i don’t think they really go on dates or do more traditional romantic stuff. they hang out with each other doing their separate things a lot :3 just being with or by each other is very sweet for both of them <3
they were both hopelessly oblivious before they got together . gillion would try the undersea’s methods of courting someone and jay had NO CLUE what was happening. and jay would try to flirt with gillion or hint it by holding his hand but </3 gill did not catch on. chip just watched them hopelessly.
OK I THINK HAUR IS REALLY IMPORTANT TO JAY TOO!!! hee older sister taught her who to do her hair and do braids. everything she knows about hair ava taught her <3 also . she has very frizzy and curly hair and she always had to straighten it in the navy and now she can do whatever she wants with it !!!
and hair was always important to undersea culture especially as a warrior. doing another’s hair is just SO intimate . and there’s different hairstyle the signify certain roles and achievements <333 but trusting someone enough to be vulnerable when they do your hair is SOOOO important. jay didn’t really know the significance behind the act but mann gill did. and he trusted jay so much <3 when gill told her afterwards she was very flustered :3
they hold hands <333 walking through islands and browsing stores and eating dinner and up in the crows nest <3333 they watch each others backs during fights
mmmmm i love navyseal ty ty so much anon <33333 sorry it took so long to respond hehe these are very real and i’m consuming them into my hoard of Navyseal Thoughts
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