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[vaniri]

Profaned [Enver Gortash x Dark Urge]

After satisfying her dark urges with blood and carnage, Durge feels the need to visit Gortash. She knows where to find him, she comes to him almost every night. She gives herself to him, on his desk, letting him defile her body and poison her mind. Her Father is obviously not very happy about that.

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Rating: E Category: F/M Word Count: 2 722 Warnings: blood, violence, mentions of death… it’s Dark Urge, you know what you’re getting yourself into

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It was one of these nights when the opportunity to plunge her dagger into the flesh of an innocent and spill their blood presented itself, and her dark urges were howling to take up on it. An easy prey - a lonely man who had one cup too many at the tavern, too drunk to care who he was going to bed with - but satisfying nonetheless. Her blade was quick, her hand steady, mind focused on turning a mere lower city peasant into a work of gruesome art. A pretty corpse, eviscerated and brutalized beyond recognition, left on the street to be viewed and admired.

With her urges silenced and Father pleased, she took one final look at the bloody mess at her feet, ready to retreat to the Temple. But she was not satisfied yet. The moment her blade had started stabbing and blood had spouted from the man’s wounds something stirred deep inside her, a need that any amount of blood spilled and corpses mutilated could not satiate. A desire to be touched, filled, tainted. Unadulterated carnal lust.

There was only one man in this wretched city that could quench her thirst and lucky for her, he was always more than happy and willing to defile and ruin his favorite bhaalspawn. All she had to do was pay him a visit.

She knew that the first place she should be looking for Gortash at such a late hour was his workroom at the Steel Watch Foundry. His beloved playground, the temple of his brilliant mind and unrivaled genius, as he called it. This man sure thought very highly of himself, and not undeservedly, but he was just a man, constricted by the limitations of his mortal body. Limitations he stubbornly tried to ignore. Like, he had a very bad habit of overworking himself to the point of literal passing out on his desk.

She passed through the foundry yard completely unnoticed, effortlessly evading the Steel Watchers patrolling the site. It was always ridiculously easy to remain unseen and she mentioned to Gortash several times that maybe their perception and surveillance abilities needed some improvement. But more likely they couldn’t spot her because she had her skills. And a lot of experience in avoiding them. She also had a hunch that Gortash programmed them specifically to not stop her. He would rather keep most people at a distance, but her presence was always welcome and greatly enjoyed.

She slinked into the building and moved through the main hall. From the balcony leading to the back of the foundry she could see Gortash’s precious slaves, the Gondians, working downstairs on assembling yet another Steel Watcher for the Lord’s army, and some visibly bored banites, supervising them. No one paid attention to her presence and she was very grateful for that. Most of Gortash’s high-ranking subordinates knew her and, more importantly, they knew how unwise it was to stand in her way. But these ones looked like mere lackeys, meaning they would surely try to stop her. Her Lord hated when she made a mess in his playground. And he hated losing his assets even more.

She found him exactly where she expected him to be at this hour, and how she expected him - in his workroom at the back of the building, at his desk, poring over some notes. There was a lot of papers scattered around him, both on his desk and on the floor. He was so engrossed in reading that he didn’t even notice her enter the room, despite her not being particularly stealthy about it.

She stepped down the metal stairs, soundlessly, like a prowling predator, eyes set on tonight’s prey. She was closing in quietly, her moves slow and deliberate, like she was afraid he was about to flee the moment he spotted her. He would never run from her. Gortash was probably the only person out of her congregation not scared of her, despite knowing what she really was. A vicious murderer, cold-blooded assassin, perfect tool in her Father’s sinful hands. A monster.

He would never see her as such.

He was so oblivious, so unaware of her presence, so defenseless. A perfect quarry. Her dark urges were roaring, begging her to draw his blood. And she wanted it too, she wanted to hurt him - not to kill, but for pleasure. She yearned to see red stripes on his olive skin, ached to smell his delicious blood, taste it when he was pounding her dripping cunt…

“Enver.”

He raised his eyes from the paper he was currently reading and locked them with the figure standing in front of his desk. He looked like snapped out of a trance, disoriented and still a bit absent, slowly coming back to reality.

“My favorite assassin!” His concerned expression turned into joy when he realized it was her. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you coming.”

“I figured.”

“What brings you here at this late hour?”

“So you know what hour it is? You’re overworking yourself again, sitting here doing gods know what, probably skipping meals and your night rest.” He was definitely not resting properly, or rather at all, his bloodshot eyes and dark circles under them testified to that.

Not to mention his disheveled hair, rumpled shirt stained with machine oil, and days worth of stubble. He had an image to maintain and would never show publicly looking like that, meaning he probably hasn’t been outside for days.

“You look like shit.” Deliciously wrecked, she wanted to say. “How long have you been here? It’s unhealthy how obsessed you get with your work sometimes, you know?”

“Am I hearing concern in your voice? So you came here to check up on me and make sure I’m taken care of?” He taunted her, a smug smile plastered on his face. “I’m flattered, my dear.”

“You know what I want when I stoop to look for you in this hole.”

She circled his desk, dragging her nails across its surface. She was like a wild cat, ready to pounce, eyes never leaving her prize, now sitting comfortably in his chair. He was watching her with anticipation, as if expecting her to jump at him any second.

“Maybe I do. But I want to hear it from you.” Another smile tugged at his lips when she stopped in front of him. Despite his current position there was no doubt that he was the one in charge here, his voice full of confidence and authority. “Why are you here?”

His warm palm caressed her inner thigh, encouraging her to utter out what he already knew.

“I need you to fuck me.”

“Need? Gods, I love when you’re so direct.”

His hand rested on her thigh completely still now, so close to where she wanted it so much yet so tantalizingly far. He was teasing her, she knew that, waiting for her to make a move, tell him what she desired. Or better, beg for it. But she was in no mood for his games, so she took his hand and guided it up her leg, looking at him with a warning in her eyes.

His fingers finally brushed her crotch, then again and again, with more pressure, and that was not enough. She needed to fully feel him. So she swiftly unbuckled her leather pants and shimmed out of them, exposing her beautiful legs and black underpants, covering her already wet entrance.

“Impatient, aren’t we?”

“Do me a favor, just shut up and put that lovely mouth of yours to a better use.” To show him what “use” she had in mind exactly she sat on his desk and spread her legs, shooting him an inviting glance. And to make sure he caught her meaning, or maybe just to assert temporary dominance, she put her hand on the back of his neck, with the clear intention of guiding his face between her legs.

She didn’t have to encourage him any further though. He tugged her underpants aside and gave her slit a languid lick, then buried his tongue between her slick folds.

Gortash had many talents and giving head was definitely one of them. His technique was immaculate, every stroke of his tongue precise and calculated. And he knew all too well how to make her squirm. He focused his attention on her clit, fondling the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue while his fingers played with her folds and caressed her entrance. But he never let her enjoy herself too much, stopping his ministrations every time she was close to coming, that bastard. She grinded against his face in a desperate attempt to get more friction, but he kept her still. She pressed her nails into his scalp to remind him who he was dealing with and coerce him to give her what she wanted, but he was relentless.

He was the tyrant, he was the dominant one. He was to decide when she was going to come.

“Fuck it, enough!” She yanked his hair, forcing him to leave her pussy and look at her. He looked like a mess, with his cheeks flushed and her juices dripping down his chin, breathing heavily like he just raced to his estate in the upper city and back. His eyes were clouded with lust and she knew that her time in charge was over, now he was going to have his way with her and use her as he pleased.

And that was exactly what she wanted.

He got up and claimed her lips, pressing his firm body against hers. She could taste herself on his tongue when he was kissing her hungrily, and she felt his hands caress her sides, roam up and down her back and finally grab her ass. And yet, all she could focus on was his still clothed cock, pressing against her thigh. She took pride in how hard she could make him without even touching him, just by letting him kiss her and eat her out.

She wanted to feel his body under her palms. Her skilled fingers unbuttoned his shirt without even looking, button after button, and swiftly shucked it off, letting it fall to the ground. Her hands explored his broad chest, his toned stomach, enjoyed his body hair tickling her skin. And Gortash could finally take a moment to play with her breasts. He cupped them eagerly and rubbed her already erect nipples, making her moan into their steamy kiss.

Her mind was foggy with arousal, her cunt throbbing and begging to be filled. She grinded herself against him, hoping to prompt him to finally fuck her. She felt his dick twitch in response in his trousers, but Gortash wasn’t done playing with her yet.

“You are mine.” He purred in her ear, his fingers stroking her neck like he was about to choke her. “And you will be patient.”

When his hand finally found its way to her crotch and his fingers rubbed her folds she nearly came on the spot. He played with her slickness for a while, careful to avoid her clit, and when she was nothing more than a whimpering mess, writhing under his touch, he finally freed his cock and thrust into her, burying himself deep in her heat.

He grabbed her waist for better grip, his thumbs digging painfully into her skin, and rammed into her cunt with full force. Every thrust of his hips was composed and confident, just like he was, hitting that right spot inside her that made waves of immeasurable pleasure spread through her entire body. He knew exactly how to make her shiver with ecstasy, how to make her think of nothing else but him, yearn for him, sin for him. He pounded into her and she rolled her hips in response, desperate to get even more of him, nothing else but his name falling from her lips, like a prayer to a god she was forbidden to worship.

Every second of his unholy flesh touching her was a profanation of her sacred body, every thought of him a blemish on her perfectly shaped mind. Every thrust of his hips felt like a blasphemy against her Father and even now she could feel his ire. She was a disappointment, degrading herself squirming and moaning under that filthy banite. So unbecoming to someone of her lineage. Before she met him she was an ever-obedient child, fulfilling her Father’s will in earnest and never daring to cross him. A perfect tool ready to bring this world to its knees in his name. Now she knelt before a mortal man. It was hard to believe that she desired Gortash more than Bhaal’s vicious love. More than she feared him.

But she couldn’t change what she was, she couldn’t escape her purpose: the sole reason of her existence was to execute Father’s will. He demanded her to take Gortash’s life, to prove her undying devotion and slaughter that man upon his altar. And she would, like she had promised many times before, but not yet. She will slit his throat when everyone in this plane lays dead, leaving the two of them the last people alive. He will die right before her. With her.

The thought of his blood spouting profusely from his wound, staining the altar and pooling on the Temple’s floor made her shiver with excitement. Her dark urges awoke again, demanding her to hurt him, mark his skin, draw his blood. And she couldn’t fight it, not with his cock slamming into her cunt with an obscene slapping noise, and him groaning and panting in her ear.

Her hands itched to tear his flesh apart when her claws scratched his broad back, leaving red streaks on his beautiful skin. He moaned and she kissed him hard, him being so vocal drove her absolutely insane, and bit his lower lip. His blood tasted divine on her tongue and she lost herself in the sensation, lapping at the warm liquid. Gortash clearly enjoyed it too, his dick throbbing fiercely inside her a being proof to that.

He was close, she could feel it. His pace became uneven, his groans desperate, thrusts frantic. She loved to see him like that, losing his usual composure, becoming a servant to his carnal desires. He came with her name on his lips, spilling his warm seed deep inside her clenching cunt, holding her close against his body.

She came moments later, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

No matter how violent their sex was, the aftercare was always gentle and affectionate. She cupped his cheek and he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, smiling tenderly. He kissed her forehead, her brow, her nose, and then landed a soft kiss on her lips. She could still taste his blood but her thoughts stayed clear, as her urges were finally satiated and asleep again.

“As much as I love when you take me on your desk, we should make a rule to fuck only on your bed from now on.” She broke the silence when he finally pulled out of her and helped her get her underpants back in their place.

“What? Why?”

“Because maybe then you would be there regularly.”

“You’re not dropping it, aren’t you?”

"Is it that hard to believe that I really care that you don't overwork yourself to death? Who would fuck me this good then?" She added quickly, pulling her pants on.

“Ah, so you only need me because sex with me is great?”

“I need you alive to stand by my side. Just like you need me.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked into his eyes. “We have a world to take over and rule together, remember? None of us could do that alone.”

He kissed her again and she promptly kissed him back. It was slow and passionate, full of affection and reverence, and something she also felt every time she thought about her destiny and not having to face it alone. Gratitude for having each other.

It was his unspoken promise to remain at her side and never leave her alone. Together, they will conquer. Together, they will rule. Together, they will stand against the world.

She could feel her Father’s fury.

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[strwberri-milk]

Some Things Are Better Left Unspoken

Kaeya x Reader || Fluff, Comfort (Kaeya) || 1 722 words

The fact that he can't return those three little words you give to him every day vexes him constantly but the sight of you lessens that burden.

a/n: this is lightly proofed i just really wanted to post this bc,,,idk the vibes just feel right

Kaeya’s fingers tap against his desk impatiently, biting his lip lightly as he tries to see if the lump in his chest can move any further up his throat. He’d be content with just that for today, just the slightest bit of progress that could sate your nervous heart at ease. 

“Fuck,” he mutters instead, running a palm over his face and leaning back into his chair. 

I love you. 

I love you. 

I love you.

He knows the words. He knows how to say them all individually. He knows it’s fact. He loves you, adores you, practically worships the ground you walk and isn’t ashamed to admit it. There’s nothing that can disprove those words, the feelings he harbours for you but he can’t bring himself to say it. 

You’ve never said anything about it to him, angel on Earth that you are. Kaeya’s spoiled, able to hear you confess your undying affections for him at least once a day without you demanding him return it to you but the guilt weighs on him. Why is it that those three words are so easy for you, but so difficult for him?

It is that exact conundrum that has him in the position he is now. Staring at a photo he took of you on a date and trying to tell the image of you that he loves you. It puts him into a stupor, one that’s broken up with a knock on his door. 

“Come in,” he calls, straightening up and clearing his throat.

“Kaeya!” you say happily as you bound in after closing the door, making Kaeya smile softly as he opens his arm to welcome you to his lap. 

“That’s not my name.” he scolds teasingly, nosing against your cheek as he tickles you lightly with peppered kisses. 

“What do you want from me?” you laugh back, pulling his arms around your waist and letting him kiss you as he wishes.

“Darling? Sweetheart? Beloved?” 

“Hmm. Maybe something else,” Kaeya responds, burying his face in your neck and sighing happily. 

Now with you here his thoughts were able to calm, looking up at you adoringly before pulling you into a soft kiss. You think he’ll be done quickly, about to pull back when he presses his hands to the back of your neck, pushing you more into his body as though you could somehow become even closer to him, nibbing lightly on your lips as he continues to kiss you, pulling back with a dazed look and soft flush on his face. 

He feels your hands cup his cheeks, tilting his gaze up more to look at you. Not that he’ll complain - you were his favourite thing to look at after all. 

“I got it now,” you mutter against his lips as you come down to kiss him again. 

“Pretty boy.”

The squeak that leaves his throat is undignified at best and downright mortifying at worst. It shifts his typically sweet and charming demeanour to pure putty in your hands, face warming in your grasp. He can see the gears in your brain turning before a shit eating grin breaks out on your face. 

“Oh I know! My pretty boy.” 

If he had some dignity before he definitely had none now, flustered beyond all comprehension as he buries his face into your neck, holding you tightly as though you could shield him from the world. The laughter coming from you sounds more like a cackle considering the context but he’s happy to hear it nonetheless, only nodding shyly in response to the words. 

This. This was your power. To turn him into some schoolboy who’s head over heels in love and yet despite knowing that he still can’t tell you how he feels. All of this is wrapped up in the pretty package of your laughter and he feels his chest burst, peeking back up at you. 

“Did you finish your work for once? I don’t see your stacks of papers today.” 

Kaeya thinks he mistakenly set off his vision when the biting cold of the room nips at his cheeks while you go about tidying his office, taking a moment to realise you just simply were no longer sitting in his lap. He stares after you forlornly, not even bothering to hide that he wants you back in his lap, keeping his arms open for the space you used to occupy before dropping them. 

“I guess I did. I don’t know how well I did really considering that I’ve been distracted all day.” 

“What could have made you so distracted today? Is something important coming up? Did something happen?” 

A slight bit of concern slips into your voice and you turn back to face Kaeya, a stack of books you were about to put back onto his shelf dangerously close to falling. He notices the slipping of the bound pages and immediately springs up to grab them from you, not expecting for you to have such a profound reaction to a potential stressor. 

“No. nothing of the sort. I’ve just been thinking is all.” 

You hand him the books that he sets down, nodding with relief. 

‘Good. If there’s anything worrying you I’d rather you tell me then keep it to yourself. Even if I can’t help, hopefully I can make you feel better.” 

“Darling,” he starts with a light chuckle, swooping you back into his arms right where you belong. “You make me feel better just by existing.” 

Now it’s your turn to be flustered, turning to bury your face into his skin, fisting his shirt in your hands as you make slight noises per your inability to speak right now. It welcomes him back to his previous reverie, biting his lip nervously as you continue to babble. 

“Kaeya?” you finally say, noticing that he’s tuned out a little. 

“Yes, my snowflake?” he hums.  

“I love you.”

Of course you’d pick right now to say that to him. It’s exactly what he needs to hear, But it also reignites his uneasiness and a sense of urgency to return the words fill his mind again and he tries to speak but fails miserably. Again, they’re caught in his chest, clumping up at his throat and making him cough. His body goes stiff, knowing that now he wasn’t just imagining that he failed to tell you that he loves you but now here he was, live, absolutely unable to respond. 

He’s so distracted in fact that he doesn’t notice you leading him over to his couch, pulling him down and tucking his head under your chin. It’s easy for him to find comfort in you, pliantly folding himself into your body. 

“You don’t have to say it back you know,” you say quietly, running your fingers through his hair. 

“I get it. It’s hard for you to say - even harder for you to open up. And because you don’t know how to say it yet, I don’t mind saying it enough for the both of us.” 

“Whatever do you mean?” he tries to say smoothly, his previously stuck words making these new ones stumble out of his lips clumsily instead. 

“You don’t have to hide it from me. I don’t mind. If you need me to wait for you, then I will.” 

“And here I thought I was supposed to be the perceptive one,” he averts, feeling you shake your head. 

“I just didn’t want you to feel like you have to do anything you’re not comfortable doing,” you pout, now hugging him a little tighter. 

“I thought I figured you out for once, you know? And that telling you that would make you feel better but it looks like it wasn’t needed.” 

The dejection is clear in your voice. He doesn’t need to look at you to see the way your bottom lip juts out slightly, the downward tilt of your brows, the way you’re burying your face into his hair to try and will the negative feelings to go away and it makes him crack. It takes him a moment to speak, fiddling with the fabric of your shirt a little nervously as he tries to figure out how to phrase his words. 

You were right, of course. The weight in his chest has lifted, no longer as concerned about his inability to make some sort of proclamation of love for you. It would still sit in his mind, waiting for a moment to draw more attention to itself but the fact that you both knew and understood his trepidation made it easier for him to breathe now. 

But that didn’t mean that he wanted to just take advantage of your concern for him. 

“Thank you,” he finally says, a touch insecure. 

“I am trying though. That should amount for something right?’ he chuckles, looking up at you. 

The look on your face is an almost smug joy, something he didn’t necessarily expect to see but it’s welcome nonetheless. At least it means you aren’t hurting anymore. And that somehow his misery is bringing you joy, and he doesn’t mind it in the least. 

“That means I finally cracked some of the code!” you say gleefully, reaching to cup his face in your hands and squishing his cheeks together. 

“I don’t care if it takes me the rest of my life! If that means one day you’ll feel safe enough with me that you’ll show me everything, I’ll keep working at it like this.” 

Despite having his face squished together, Kaeya can’t help but smile, breaking free from your grasp and placing a soft kiss to your lips. 

“Is that a challenge then? Well, I’m glad to say that I accept.”

The rest of your life? At one time even the notion of spending so much time vulnerable to someone would make his heart stop and to be honest, he did feel his heart stop at those words. But, not for the same reason it would have once upon a time. 

“If that means you’ll stick with me forever, that is,” he adds on, smile somehow impossibly wider at your enthusiastic nod. 

Perhaps it wasn’t the end of the world that he couldn’t tell you how much he loved you. After all, he must be doing something right if you look this happy just sitting in his arms. 

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[cinematicsoph]

case 143 [chapter 4]

Case 143 - Chapter Four [PERSONAL TOUR GUIDE]

Rating: PG

Warning: brief mention of anxiety

Picture/Word Count: 722 words and 4 pictures

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   Never in your life did you expect to be standing in front of the JYPE Building. Yet here you are. 

   After getting coffee with Jisung, you two headed to the building together. You were expecting to be extremely awkward around the boys at first, especially after spilling to them that you're a fan, but it hasn't been. Jisung has been nothing but kind to you; holding the doors open in both the car and cafe, paying for your drink the first time meeting you in person, and walking with you to the JYPE building. It feels straight out of a fanfic.

   Standing in front of the JYPE building feels like a dream, and you’re starting to regret that coffee because it is not mixing well with your already nervous stomach. You don’t even realize you stopped walking until Han turns to you.

   “Y/N? Are you okay? Hey,” Jisung walks over to you and snaps his fingers in front of your eyes. You flinch and look at him. He’s really close, why is he so close? His eyes are so pretty up close, they’re shining so bright it looks like stars. He’s so pretty, how have you never noticed how pretty he is? Fuck, you’ve been staring, you probably look like an idiot!

   “Sorry…I’m just really nervous. What if you guys hate me? Or I end up being terrible at my job?” You start to panic more and your breathing becomes uneven.

   “Hey, I think you’re starting to have a panic attack. Let’s just sit down for a second and breath, okay?” Jisung guides you to the nearest bench and helps you sit down. He kneels down in front of you and looks up at you. “Y/N, you wouldn’t have gotten the job if we hated you or thought you weren’t good at your job. You’re here because we thought you would fit in and make the team fun and you’re good at your job.” He’s speaking in a very calming tone, and you feel your breathing start to calm down.

   “Thank you, Jisung,” you say quietly. “I really appreciate it.”

   “Of course. Now let’s go introduce you to the chaos.”

   No amount of SKZ Code marathons could’ve prepared you for meeting the Stray Kids in person. They were just as, if not more, chaotic as they seem online.

   You’re going to fit right in.

   “Hey Y/N! It’s nice to see you again,” Bangchan walks over and hugs you. You’re surprised he remembers you. As the leader, he was the only member asked to participate in your interview, you had no idea you were that memorable. You hesitantly hug him back and right before you start to process that you’re getting an actual Chan hug, he pulls away. “Welcome to JYPE, again. I already showed you around a bit but I can show you more now that you’re an actual employee! And most importantly, I'll officially introduce you to the guys."

   The guys. Fuck. You were so focused on talking to Chan, you didn't even notice that Jisung had walked away. Chan starts leading you to the meeting room that you recognize from some of their livestreams. Jisung is talking to Minho so you feel a little less guilty about accidentally ignoring him.

   "Guys! It's time to meet Y/N!"

   After meeting the guys and laughing until you were convinced you had abs, you realized how right Jisung was. You were here because they thought you'd fit in, and they were right.

   "Okay! That concludes the tour and meeting the guys. Still want to be our stylist, Y/N?" Chan turns to look at you as you all finally stop laughing.

   "There's no doubt in my mind," you say with a huge smile on your face. You've never felt more sure of anything.

   "Perfect! You're welcome to stay or go whenever you'd like!"

   Jisung gets up from his chair across the table from you and makes his way over. "Usually I wait until I've known someone for longer than a week to say this but I told you so!" He lightly shoves your shoulder with a huge grin on his pretty face.

   "Yeah, yeah. I get it," you laugh and jokingly roll your eyes.

    "Hey, this may be stupid and you probably have stuff to do, but would you like to go explore with me?"

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a/n: hey guys, sorry this chapter took a while and was shorter than usual. it's almost finals week so i am STRUGGLING but we live !!!! i hope you enjoy and let me know if you want to join the taglist :)

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why you?

summary: based on this blurb !

word count : 722

warnings: cheating, degradation, remus being a second choice, reader lowkey not being the best person ever, a little smut.

a/n: came up with this right b4 a nap and i’m lowkey in love with the concept. enjoy! did i start this in february and finish in june? maybe. not the point.

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you have a boyfriend. and you love him, you swear you do. so why is it you’re always in the bed of remus lupin by the end of the day? why is it that he, of all people, can make you feel such a way that you keep coming back for more. why do you let it happen and why does he always welcome you with open arms?

it’s not like you were unfamiliar with the infamous remus lupin. you knew who he was, everyone did. he was a player, a self-proclaimed ladies man. you two were never that close, though. then one day, one miraculous day, you caught his eye. and he caught yours.

it’s also a widely known fact that you were in a committed relationship. and it’s not like you were unhappy or anything, just.. unsatisfied. and well, you’d heard the rumors of remus being more than good in bed. and while every single part of you was against this, you still found yourself walking towards the gryfindoor common room where you were sure to find him.

“ah, well if it isn’t miss y/n, to what do i owe the pleasure?” he stood against the wall, arms crossed and the biggest smirk on his face that could be seen a mile away. “you know me?” you had never actually spoken to remus, per-say, so you were a little caught of guard. he kicks his body off the wall and stalks up to you. “who doesn’t, darling?”

this encounter gives you a chance to really look at him, his features. his build. you’d be lying out of your ass if you said he wasn’t hot. the word doesn’t even do him justice. “right..i wanted to ask a favor and i know it might sound weird.. but-”he cut you off, noticing your nervousness. “hey, let’s sit down somewhere, maybe go to my dorm? my friends are out for the day.” he guided you, one hand hovering over your lower back. you hadn’t expected him to be so kind.

of course. you weren’t naive. you knew what he wanted. that didn’t change the fact that he completely hypnotized you. after sleeping with him that first night, you developed a routine. anytime you weren’t with your friends or boyfriend, you were with remus.

it didn’t go unnoticed by him that you absolutely refused to leave your relationship. he knew. and he hated it. he’d never admit it though. he’s too stubborn of a guy to admit to the fact that he’s fallen for you, a girl he’ll never fully have. so, he settles for the little that he can get.

at some point, the lying got harder. remus would pull you away at any given moment just because he knew he could. he knew he was your weakness. “rem, i have an assignment and plans with my boyfriend! you know this.” you pleaded with him as he had you pinned to a wall in a secluded area.

all he did was smirk. “you say that like you’re faithful. don’t worry about the assignment or that pathetic excuse for a partner, angel.” he says as he kisses up your neck, grip on your waist tight as ever. “i have needs. and what i need is you.”

you’re never really sure how you ended up in this position. you’re never really sure if you regret it either. what you are sure about, is that you’re being absolutely destroyed just by his fingers. it’s not long before he enters you. as your vision comes in and out, you get glimpses of remus looking at you like his last meal. hickey after hickey. the sound of your pants and his grunts fill the room.

“look at me pup, you like this?” he whispers in your ear, forcing you to look in the mirror. look at the way he, and only he, can make you crumble. “you like spending all day with your pathetic boyfriend who can’t even make you cum? just to let me ruin you?”

he moves his hand from your waist to your clit, as he feels you clench around him. “fuck, you’ll always be mine, pretty angel. all mine.” you hear him finish as you do, his moans sounding like heaven on earth. all you can do is whimper, tears falling down your face. because he’s right. perhaps he always will be.

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[slashyrogue]

AU-gust Day 5: Teachers

AKA: I Wish You Were Mine - Part One 

It was universally known that Dr. Hannibal Lecter was the best looking teacher at Wolf Trap High School.

The guidance counselor had only worked there for two years but just about everyone had a crush on him , even the parents - married and otherwise, but there was one person who seemed to despise him.

Mr. Graham, who taught Senior Biology.

Mr. Graham could be seen glaring at Dr. Lecter often when they passed one another in the hallways, and had been heard telling other teachers how “arrogant” Dr. Lecter was.

No one quite knew why Mr. Graham didn’t like him.

And he’d rather die than explain why.

His reasons were his own, and nobody would ever know. Will had spent two years severing friendships and practically making himself a pariah among the other teachers. He wasn’t about to tell anyone something so humiliating.

Then Beverly Katz came in as his student teacher. Beverly was everything Will wasn’t : fun, easy going, spontaneous and outspoken. The students loved her after only a month and soon even Will smiled more.

He trusted Bev, even with their large age gap - she was twenty one and he was thirty seven - he felt more comfortable with Bev than anyone else.

Which was why, one stupid night after work when she insisted he stop by he got a little too tipsy and told her the truth.

“YOU MADE OUT WITH HIM?”

He groaned, hands over his face, and laid his head down on her table.

“We barely kissed, it…he pushed me off and told me it was “horribly inappropriate’ and said he ‘thought better of me.’ It was…humiliating, I spent the first six weeks he started trying to read his signals and then he judged me like that? FUCK HIM! He’s the one who was bringing me lunch everyday and insisting I go to his pretentious stupid house for dinner then tells me I’m the inappropriate one? ME?”

Bev rubbed his back. “I’m sorry.”

“I then watched every staff member there fall head over heels for him and I just…I pushed them all away. Did you know I used to be super close with Mrs. Bloom - Verger, the English teacher?”

“No? I’ve never even seen you in the same room.”

He picked up his drunk and finished it off with a sigh. “That’s because she refused to uninvite him to her wedding so I didn’t go. She…she got really upset and I …”

Beverly hugged him and laid her head on his back. “I’m sorry, Will.”

“Yeah,” he sighed, “Me too.”

Will ended up crashing at her house that night and had dreams about what happened so long ago. Hannibal kissed him back in all of them.

And he woke up feeling worse than ever.

Especially when he got a text message from Alana.

YOU ARE INVITED TO :

THE WELCOME PARTY OF BEVERLY KATZ

WHEN: next Friday, 7pm-1am

WHERE: 722 EAST MAIN

TEXT H. LECTER at 555-555- 2345 for regrets only

He glared at his phone.

“WHAT THE FUCK?”

Hannibal was having HIS student teacher’s welcome party when he knew Will never came anywhere he’d been the past two years?

“Fuck this.”

He copied the number from the text and sent Hannibal a message.

I’ll be there.

Will stares at the text, his smile fading the longer he waited, and was about to put his phone away when an answer came.

I’m glad.

He feels odd, staring at the reply, and isn’t sure what to say.

Why? So you can humiliate me again?

No, he can’t say that.

Will chews on his bottom lip, completely at a loss, when suddenly Bev runs into the room.

“I CAN CANCEL! THERE IS NO WAY I’M—“

He lets his phone drop onto the bed and sighs, rubbing his eyes. “It’s fine,” he says, “I already told him I’m going.”

Bev pulls her robe closer and frowns. “Oh.”

“Good morning.”

“Is it?”

He sighs again. “Could be worse.”

“How?”

He shakes his head. “It could be YOU who still has feelings for him.”

“Will…”

He shakes his head as she comes closer. “Don’t, I…I’m fine. I’ll…find someone else. That’s how you get over people, right? Getting under someone else?”

Beverly laughs and flops down onto the bed hugging him. “That’s the spirit!”

He sighed, not sure what to say.

It had been almost two years and he still couldn’t stop thinking about Hannibal.

Would it ever go away?

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[yourmyjoy]

NEW JEANS, 2023 SEASON's GREETING, Welcome to ROOM 722

#new jeans

[brucearcherwiki]

Finding the perfect South Pacific holiday for your family

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We have put together a list of holidays for all different family types! Whether you are travelling with a toddler, three teenagers, or bringing the grandparents along too, we have recommendations just for you! For more recommendations and pricing don’t hesitate to reach out to our Reservations team who can tailor make a quote just for your brood.

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Travelling with little ones?

Seeing the kids excited to take their first trip on an airplane is a memory that most parents won’t soon forget. But the memory making doesn’t stop there! If you’re travelling with younger children and want to plan a holiday that makes their experience the star of the show, then we have some advice.

Before you start, be clear on your needs:

If your child is under 2 year of age: will they be sitting on your lap on the plane, or will they need their own seat?

Will you need highchairs and cots to be provided in your accommodation, or will you be taking your own?

Do you need a microwave or cooking facilities in your room?

The answers to these questions will help you select the appropriate airfares and hotel for your needs. But first, where to go?

We recommend: Fiji

The family unit is very culturally important to Fijians and children are always welcomed with open arms. In fact, Fijians are considered to make some of the best childcare professionals across the world as they treat kids as their own.

Resorts in Fiji are well equipped with kids’ clubs, creches, and babysitting services to give the parents a well-deserved night to themselves during the holiday. It is also a readily accessible destination with daily flights and short flying time from the East Coast of Australia. It’s safe, convenient, and your babes will be showered with love and care.

Accommodation options to consider:

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Free range kids?

“You don’t remember the times your dad held your handle bars. You remember the day he let go.” ― Lenore Skenazy

This is the essence of a family holiday with free range kids, where you can take them to safely explore the world around them and find joy in the simple — and often barefoot — things. Let them play in the sand, climb a mountain, get the wind in their hair and the taste of adventure in their souls.

We recommend: Norfolk Island

Accommodation options to consider:

This small town island is PERFECT for letting the kids truly be kids. On Norfolk people leave their keys in the car ignition and windows down as they pop to the supermarket. There are roadside stalls selling organic, homegrown fruit and vege. Locals and visitors alike wave and say hello when you pass them by. And best of all, kids here truly know how to be kids. They build forts, ride bikes, swim in the lagoons and plant their own food. It is childhood as we remember it, but for the next generation to experience.

View our Norfolk Island family holiday packages here.

Every family deserves a holiday

Here at Spacifica Travel we strongly believe that all families deserve a holiday, especially to the child-friendly paradises we are honoured to know and love in the South Pacific. Babies, teens, extended family, free-range kids and soccer team units, we have you all covered!

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[queenshelby]

Reception Quickie

31 Days of Kink: Day 10

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Word: 722

Warning: Smut

Imagine attending a wedding with your husband Cillian after he had been away filming for several weeks.

He got off the plane just an hour before the ceremony and you were aching for him.

Eventually, your desire for your husband got the better of you and you pulled him into the storage room behind the reception venue.

***

‘This is my sister’s wedding you know?’ Cillian chuckled as you shut the door behind you.

‘Feel this’ you said, ignoring his comment, and grabbing his hand, guiding it beneath your dress. He wasn’t sure whether he should be more surprised by the fact that you were soaking wet or that you weren’t wearing any underwear.

‘I need you Cillian, right fucking now’ you gasped before you crashed your lips onto his in a haste.

Without any words, Cillian immediately pushed you up against the wall in between two of the storage shelfs before kissing you passionately again.

His hand was still on your mound, running circles over your clit before, finally he dipped two of his fingers inside you, causing you to moan loudly.

‘You look so fucking sexy in this dress’ he murmured and you could feel his erection press against your upper thigh while he was fingering you.

‘And you look so damn amazing in this suit’ you smirked in between whimpers.

‘And the haircut…damn’ you grinned as he had just four weeks ago started filming Season 6 of Peaky Blinders.

‘The fucking haircut, eh’ he chuckled before finally pressing against your g-spot eliciting an even louder moan from you.

While he was thrusting his fingers in and out of you, you reached for his belt and zipper, opening up his suit pants before pushing them down.

‘Oh Mr Murphy’ you said with excitement when his cock sprung free. He wasn’t wearing any underwear himself.

‘Couldn’t find any’ he chuckled. You had recently rearranged the draws and he probably couldn’t be bothered looking around for his briefs.

Instantly, Cillian lifted up one of your legs and tugged up your dress before positioning himself at your entrance.

You reached forwards taking hold of his cock and guided it to your wet pussy, drawing it between your labia before rubbing it against your clit.

You shuddered at the bolts of pleasure and pushed yourself forward onto his cockhead, your secret channel opening to welcome him.

You gasped as Cillian finally leaned forwards and began pushing his cock into you, forcing open your walls until he was buried in your body.

‘Fuck I missed you’ Cillian groaned as he thrusted in and out of you.

There was no delicacy in his movements, just raw animal lust, and you wanted exactly this. You wanted to be fucked by your husband. You wanted him to take you hard.

‘Oh god Cillian, yes’ you moaned as he pounded into you in time with his groans.

Your lips crashed onto his again as slowly you felt your orgasm draw closer. Your legs began to quiver and the knot in your stomach was tightening.

‘I am coming Cillian, fuck’ you moaned, unable to hold back any longer after he had been away and, just in tune with your own orgasm, Cillian’s groans suddenly reached a crescendo and you could feel him tensing, and then shoving his body forwards jerking you back harder against the walls.

‘Fuck Y/N’ he moaned, his cock throbbing deep inside you as he filled you with his warm cum.

After you both came down from your high, he pulled out of you and his cum ran down your upper thigh. There was a lot of it and you knew that you had to go to the lady’s lavatory to clean up before there would be noticeable stains on your satin dress.

‘Oh god I needed this’ you giggled as you watched Cillian zip up his pants which was just when one of the waitresses walked into the storage room.

‘Uhm we were just looking for some tabasco sauce’ Cillian said, putting on a serious a face.

‘Right, next shelf up…but you could have simply asked one of the waiters you know’ the waitress said with a thick Irish accent before winking at you.

‘I didn’t think she bought it Cilly’ you laughed.

‘Yeah probably not’ he responded.

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[revasserium]

49 + kags?

you’re welcome to send prompts, but i can’t promise as to if/when i write them <3 

49. stolen kisses (or four stolen ones, and one left out for everyone to see) kageyama ; 722 words

one. perhaps the most cliché -- just inside the storage room, by the pile of old, battered mops, the light catching on the dust hanging between you like fireflies. or maybe fallen starlight. you kiss him, brush your lips to his like a promise, or maybe a greeting from a ghost that’s long-haunted the pair of you through all your not-so-subtle interactions; he blinks, quick, and then slow, and then there’s a whole day’s worth of heat dawning over his cheeks. he crinkles his nose and you smile, brushing by him with the now-empty ball cart. 

outside, he can hear hinata’s cheerful voice calling out to you, the thunk-thunk-thunk of volleyballs being collected. but kageyama stands, still as he’s ever been, wondering what on earth just happened that has his heart feeling so very much unlike a heart, and so very much like one of those loud, thunking, thumping volleyballs -- pounding against the arena walls of his chest, glancing through him like a toss gone wild. 

two. by the sakanoshita store, after everyone else has left. you have a milk-beard on your lips from the hot milk-foam latte you’d gotten. and, kageyama thinks, well -- that just can’t be helped. now can it. 

three. on the bus to the spring tourney, at the way, way back, when everyone is supposed to be asleep. but really, how do they expect him to sleep when you’re sitting next to him just so, when you’re leaning against him just so. when he can smell your shampoo, feel the warmth of your skin, even beneath the layers of jackets and the thin blanket spread over both your laps -- 

you turn your head up to grin sleepily at him and he thinks that there’s nothing more unfair than the way you look, right then, right now. 

“sleep,” you say, leaning up to press you lips to his. 

no, he wants to say -- kiss me, he wants to say, kiss me again -- 

but instead, he nods, shifts so you can fit more comfortably against his side, and closes his eyes, trying not to think about the way his lips tingle, or how that tingle had shot straight through his entire body, warming him from the top of his head down the tips of his toes. 

four. against the stairwell of the jaybird inn, after the first day. he kisses you with a tired kind of hunger, the kind that simmers. the kind that tells you there’s more to come, and that he misses you, god does he miss you -- but he needs to save up his energy to play, to win. you kiss him back like you understand. 

five. after winning nekoma, with the whole world watching, you nearly crash into him by the gymnasium exit but neither of you care. he kisses you like he wants to whole world to know that there’s no one else on earth fit for you -- because you deserve nothing less than a champion. and you kiss him like telling him that you’d never want anyone else in the world but him anyway. 

champion or not. 

somewhere behind you, hinata is screaming, tanaka is... probably also screaming. the whole of the nekoma team is cheering and jeering and laughing and coach ukai is flapping his hands, yelling something about being vastly inappropriate but Takeda shushes him with a smile -- oh, let them be happy. 

and when you finally pull away, kageyama is smiling, his chest still heaving with the exhilaration of the match, his eyes wide and dark and bright as a moonlit-sea. 

“congrats,” you say, still on your tip-toes, still standing by the doorway surrounded by awestruck bystanders and several large cameras. 

kageyama scoffs, “right. thanks.” 

you lilt your head to one side. 

“think you’ll win the next one too?” 

he smirks, a rare, teasing thing that has noya oohing and awing on the sidelines, at least until suga swats him over the head. 

“will you be there?” 

“of course. always.” 

he leans down to brush his nose against yours. he smells of sweat and new sneakers and happiness. 

“then, you’ll see.” 

#haikyuucreations #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #kageyama x reader #haikyuu headcanons #kageyama scenarios #kageyama imagines #in other news i am still a simp for kageyama so nothing has changed over these past months #also idk if im gonna keep on using the whole taglist thing.... i never got the proper hang of it and it seems like a lot of work to track so #i'll prob just... not LOL xD im sry #i am bad at this kind of stuff. #haicuties #floofy floof floof #kageyama tobio

[newjeansador]

NEWJEANS 2023 SEASON’S GREETINGS

Photobook Scans - HANNI

cr. wayywwawa

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[spencessmile]

Halloweenie

Pairing - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader 

Summary - Spencer starts Halloween decorating a bit too early. 

Warnings - None 

Word Count - 722

And all imagines/fanfics/blurbs are written solely by me so please don't steal my work and/or post it without my consent. 

Feedback and Comments are welcome. Happy reading! 

A/N - I was supposed to post this on Halloween but I never ended up so I’m posting it now otherwise it’ll just sit in my drafts for months and I won’t delete it because I’m so attached to everything I write. So enjoy!! 

Requests are CLOSED!

** 

“Babe,” You called out as you drop your overnight bag on the floor. “I’m home!” 

“In the living room!” You stepped into the living room and were surprised to see boxes spread out across the living room. “Hi,” Spencer greets you with a kiss, “How was girls’ night?” 

“Oh,” You chuckle. “It was great!” 

“I’m glad,” He smiles popping open another box. “Want to help me?” 

“What are we decorating for?” You ask. 

“Halloween,” The words flew out of Spencer’s mouth so casually but you just stood there looking at him. “What?” He asks, pulling out red and black streamers. 

“Babe it’s only the end of July!” You exclaimed. “My birthday hasn’t even passed.” 

“Y/n, there are less than 80 days until Halloween. Actually, to give an accurate and correct estimation there are only 68 days until Halloween. That’s not enough time!” 

“Not enough time for what?” 

“To do all the pre-Halloween rituals.”

“Babe, listen to me,” You put a hand on his shoulder. “It is way too early to be putting up decorations for Halloween.” 

“What! No, it’s not.” 

“Yes, it is.” 

“No.” 

“Yes!” 

“When I was little my mom and I used to put up decorations way before July. We’re still so late this year.” 

“Spence even if you put these decorations on the first week of October, you’d be early.” 

“First week of October? Are you crazy?” Spencer exclaims. 

“Crazy? Spencer, you’re the one who’s putting up Halloween decorations in July.” 

“When did you start decorating for Halloween?” Spencer asks. 

“I used to put my de-” You paused because the truth was you stopped putting up decorations after you moved out of your parents house and start living alone. 

You can hear Spencer gasp. “You never put up Halloween decorations?!” 

“I won a pumpkin carving consent every year,” You argue back. 

“That’s not the same thing.” 

“Well, I wou- I’ve just always liked Christmas better.”

“Halloween is so much better than Christmas.” 

“Is it though? Halloween is only a one-day thing. You dress up and answer the door to give little kids candy. When it hits November and it starts to get cold, everyone starts to go to Christmas markets, and they put up their Christmas trees, Christmas shopping begins, everyone just stays home and watches all the cheesy hallmark movies and it’s the holidays so everyone is in such good spirits and you get to spend it with the people you love.” 

“You can also celebrate Halloween for a whole two months with the people you love. You can watch scary movies at any time throughout the year. Imagine watching Christmas movies in March, it isn’t right.” 

“Who car-” You stopped midsentence knowing this isn’t a fight you want to start because you aren’t going to win. “Do you need some help?” You end up asking. 

“That’s the spirit! Grab those pumpkins we’re going to carve them.” 

Four hours later, your whole living room was filled with black, orange, and purple streamers, fake cobwebs with spiders, lanterns, some fake tombstones near the fireplace with some carved pumpkins, which took two hours to carve including the pumpkin seed fight you and Spencer ended up having. 

“It looks perfect!” Spencer exclaims, handing you your phone. “Take a picture of it.” 

“You take it.” 

“I don’t know where the camera icon thingy is,” Spencer replies as he beams at the decorations. You chuckle as you take a couple of pictures and send them on the BAU group chat. 

Spencer wraps his arms around you and bumps his nose with yours, “Thank you for helping me decorate.” You bump his your nose with and smile, “You’re absolutely crazy but I love you.” 

** 

I never want to stop making memories with you - Pierre Jeanty

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[smilexcaptainx]

Hi, Can I request where the reader is Ransoms little sister and she eavesdropped on him and Harlan during their argument on Harlans birthday and she knows about him switching the medications. and detective blanc is trying to get her to tell him te truth about what Ransom did

request an imagine

Pairing: Benoit Blanc x Drysdale!Reader x Ransom Drysdale

A/N: Although you asked for the interrogation to be between Blanc and the reader, I decided to add Ransom to the scene to add a little more tension, I hope you enjoy!

Warning(s): Language

Word Count: 722

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The tension was high and everybody in the room reeked with guilt, but not as much as you. Not that you were the one who committed the crime, but you had convinced yourself that because you knew who did it, that was the same thing. You still couldn’t process the fact that it was your own brother, your flesh and blood.

You admit, out of everyone here he was the biggest asshole. You knew he was insane, but you never imagined he go through with something this impactful. You could feel the eyes of everyone burning through you as you peacefully sat there on the couch, fiddling with your fingers.

“She’s quiet,” whispered walt to his wife beside him. “I can guarantee she knows something. The way she’s playing with her fingers is also a dead give away.”

Walt was about to call out your name, but Benoit’s voice had beat him to it. You turn your head, seeing the detective’s finger motioning you to come to him. You gulp dryly and stand up from the couch. A shiver goes straight down your spine as you felt the eyes of your extended family follow you out of the room.

Benoit crossed his arms and walked by your side as he led you into the other room, no words to be said. The silence was what made the situation even worse. Your heart drops to your knees as you notice that your brother was sat in the center of the room, with both Benoit’s partners on each side of him.

“Oh, it’s about damn time!” ransom exclaimed, sitting up in his seat. “[Y/N] come and tell this lunatic that I didn’t kill our father!”

That statement echoed through your head as Ransom’s ocean blue eyes pierced into yours. “I didn’t kill our father.” Those five words felt like a punch to the stomach. You knew that Ransom killed him, and he wasn’t going to come clean? How could he live with something like this on his conscious?

“Aren’t you gonna take a seat darlin’?” the detective asked, directing his eyes at the empty seat placed across from your brother. “There’s a wide open seat right across from your brother over there.”

Ransom rolled his eyes and removed himself out of the seat and approached you. Your muscles tensed up as he grabbed your hands, they were cold, just like his stare.

“What the hell is wrong with you [Y/N]?” ransom whispered quietly, leaning in closely. “Now is not the time to be zoning out.”

“I can sense that you know somethin’ [Y/N],” benoit accused, also walking up to you. He stood behind you as Ransom stood in front of you, his hands still grasped onto yours. “I trust that you’ll do what is right, you know, the opposite of what your brother is doin’ at this very moment.”

“I-I heard your argument that you had with daddy that night,” you blurt out, fully grabbing Benoit’s attention. “I know that you switched the medications Ransom.”

Ransom’s hands tightened and you instantly pull away before he completely crushed them. You could see that he was trying to refrain from lashing out at you. The anger in his eyes sent chills through your entire body. Benoit snapped at his partners to immediately write down what you had said. Ransom threw his hands in the air with a frustrated groan.

“I can’t believe my own damn sister is against me!” ransom called out, violently staring at you. “I don’t even know where he keeps his medications anyways.”

Benoit was glaring at Ransom, looking as if he was analyzing something through his mind. Your story added up, it was the only story that made sense out of all the stories he has been told today. Ransom’s reaction to your truth also was noticed by Benoit. He was hiding something, and it looked like she had exposed him.

Benoit jotted down a few more notes on his notepad, as well as his other two partners. Ransom placed his hands on his hips and looked at everyone.

“This is bullshit!” ransom shouted, shaking his head. “You all can’t be seriously getting something out of that!”

“Oh, but Mr. Drysdale, we did,” benoit blanc commented, writing his final word on the piece of paper. “and you have your sister to thank.”

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[thetiredbiwrites]

Next Time

Thor x Reader

18: Is that my shirt?

82: Go away

Request: yes/no

Warnings: none??

Words: 722

Thor landed back on earth in front of the compound. Turning around he took in the building he hadn’t seen for two months. He had to return to Asgard and help with some problems that had arisen.

“You’re in trouble.”

Thor turned to his red, white and blue teammate who met him outside and welcome him back. While this was not the greeting he was expecting, Thor cringed at Steve’s words as they headed towards the building.“How bad is it?”

When Thor had left two months ago it was urgent. Meaning he left immediately, only saying goodbye to Steve and Sam because they were there.

Steve let out a strangled noise, unsure how to explain your behaviour the last couple months, before settling on just “bad”.

Thor hesitantly made his way to your room. He knew you wouldn’t be happy that he just up and left but he hoped that once Steve had explained why he had to leave you’d accept that he had to go and be ok. He had made sure Steve knew he’d be coming back and let you know this. But after meeting Steve and seeing Tony in the common area, who let out a “thank God you’re back. She’s terrifying”, he knew this was not the case.

He knocked on the door twice before letting himself in, just like he always did. You both stood in silence, just looking at each other for what felt like forever. The silence worried Thor more than when Loki would get that sly look on his face before doing something troubling.

“You’re back then.” You finally broke the silence, dropping the files you’d just finished on your bed and crossing your arms. Your emotions were conflicted. You had missed Thor like crazy, but you were still so mad about the way he left. Trying to keep yourself in check was hard.

“I know you’re mad. I’m sorry, but-“

“You’re sorry but. That’s fantastic, but I don’t want to hear your excuses. Go away.”

You cut Thor off, his charming voice making in harder not to burst into tears while simultaneously punching him in the face.

“No. I’m not going anywhere. Just let me explain.”

“Now you want to explain. Well, I don’t want to listen. How about that?”

Down the hall Steve and Tony flinched as they heard their friends’ voices raising with each passing second. Sharing a look of worry, fear and shock in hearing especially Thor like this, they silently agreed to leave. Not wanting to be too close if the fight moved out of the room.

“I had to go! I didn’t- wait. Is that my shirt?” Thor stopped mid yell, voice dropping to his normal volume, as he noticed the dark blue, Midgardian t-shirt you were wearing.

Silence took over the room for a few beats as you kept your head down, unable to look at him anymore, taking deep breaths. Finally, you squeaked out a small “yes”, biting your lip to try and stop the tears threatening to spill.

“Y/N?”

“You left. And you didn’t even say goodbye.” Your voice was so quiet and thick with emotion.

The anger you had built up and clung to while Thor was away disappeared, and you were left with the feelings of loneliness and abandonment. Thor immediately regretted his actions and his arms were wrapped around you in a matter of seconds. A kiss was planted on your head followed by a genuine apology for leaving.

“I understand that you had to go, it’s important for you. I wouldn’t have stopped you, but you didn’t even tell me. You couldn’t even take five minutes to say goodbye. That hurt me.”

You hugged him tighter, burying your face in his chest. Thor hugs were the best. Nothing could compare to being in his arms, head on his chest listening to his heartbeat while he rubbed a hand up and down your back and kissed your head.

“I’m so sorry, my love. I never meant to hurt you.”

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too, so much.”

Moving in his arms, you rested your chin on his chest and looked up at the blue eyes and radiant smile you had dreamt about for weeks. 

“Just tell me next time, please.”

“Even better, I’ll take you with me next time.”

#avengers imagine #thor imagine #thor x reader #thor odinson x reader

[jadekitty777]

Never Give a Dad a Camera

This is the same story I had replied to that ask, but decided to post this quick drabble up more officially since it’s Christmas and all. Keep an eye out though, because I’m trying to get up another story (this one Qrow-centric) before the end of this week and then I’ve got the next chapter for the STRQ-Story I’ll edit and finish this weekend to post up!

Rating: K

Word Count: 722

Ao3 Link: Never Give a Dad a Camera

Pairings: Oscar Pine/Ruby Rose, Blake Belladonna/Yang Xiao Long, and Winter/Qrow if you realllly squint hard

Summary:  There was one holiday tradition Ruby could really go without: Dad and Ghira competing over who had the cutest photos of their daughters. [Set Post-Salem/Ozpin War for maximum happiness]

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Every Christmas was almost exactly the same, the only difference being the location they celebrated at. This year was at Patch, which always had her dad ecstatic as he decked the house out in decorations and enough lights to blow the fuse box (more than once) and made a feast to feed thirty. Ruby thought it was probably because he enjoyed having so much company at one time, so she never had a heart to tell him he was probably going a little overboard.

So, after the sharing of a hearty meal and presents, it was time for clean-up and light conversation. She and Blake were on dish duty this time, and as Ruby dried another plate, she listened to the drone of familiar voices and infrequent laughter coming from the living room. It brought a tiny smile on her face, the calm and peace welcomed, and she thought maybe she finally understood the wisdom her old headmaster had tried to tell her nearly a decade ago at the Vytal Dance.

“Oh, look at what I found in the attic!” Her dad’s voice rose with his excitement, “It’s Yang’s days at Signal.”

“Oh? Well bring it here!” Ghira’s voice boomed over everyone else’s.

Yang set another pile of dirty dishes next to the sink, groaning. “Why? Why does he have to do this every year?”

“Probably because he knows it annoys you.” Weiss said from across the kitchen, folding saranwrap over the casserole dish.

“No that’s why you would do it.” Ruby pointed out.

“I beg your pardon! I’m better than that!” She tossed her head, ponytail swinging. “I would blow them up into a poster for maximum effect.”

“I have a feeling I know what to expect for April Fool’s Day this year.” Yang grumbled.

As Blake set the dishes under the tap, she leaned over, bestowing a gentle peck to her wife’s cheek. “Well, at least we get to suffer together. Mom told me dad brought half the library with him this year.”

“Yeah but you’re cute in all yours. Especially when you had your lazy ear.” As Yang said this, she reached up, folding down Blake’s left cat ear.

“Cut it out!” She yelped, giving her a retaliatory hip-check.

As they continued to harmlessly bicker, Ruby reached out to turn the faucet’s handle, allowing the pans to soak for a while. With it off, it made it much easier to hear everyone in the adjacent room, so it was impossible to miss Oscar’s soft-spoken tenor.

“Hey, what’s this red one?”

She froze.

“Oh, that’s Ruby’s baby book!”

No.

“Ooh~” Nora’s bubbly voice had never sounded so menacing. “We have to look at that one!”

“NO!” Ruby cried in horror before she was zooming into the living room that appeared almost frozen as she hit her top speed and exited the world’s normal rate of motion.

She skirted around the entertainment system where Ren and Jaune were trying to pick out this year’s Christmas movie, and then Nora who had abandoned her own input on the debate to beeline for the coffee table. She vaulted over the table, picking up the photo album that Oscar’s fingers were scant inches from touching and circled the couch where Ghira, Kali and her dad were doting over a yellow one. As she approached the front door that her uncle was opening for Weiss’ sister, she dug in her heels to slow herself down.

“INCOMING!” She yelled to them in warning.

There was a flash of a glyph as Winter slid over to Qrow’s side and with the way clear, Ruby came to a full stop at the edge of the doormat, chucking the book as hard as she could. It flew over a hundred yards, before burying itself in a mound of snow.

She gave a sigh, crossing her arms in an X. “Safe!”

“Ruby!” Uh oh, that was dad’s ‘You’re in massive trouble’ voice. “Either you go get that book right now or I’m going to tell Oscar about the third grade!”

She whirled. “You wouldn’t.”

Taiyang just arched his eyebrow in challenge, before turning to her boyfriend. “So this one time, when Ruby still believed in-”

“I’M GOING!” Ruby yelled, before proceeding to stomp her way across the front yard, ignoring the way laughter followed her.

Ugh, dads were the worst!

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[yourmyjoy]

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