#I’m going to try and keep this blog as neutral as I ever have

[iamnotokaythx]

hello! first post on this blog. how lovely! i’m not normal about miguel o’hara. specifically yandere miguel. i wrote some hcs. theres also what i believe is called a drabble down there.

warning: not proofread, lowercase, kidnapping (twice), mentions of miguels past, hcs in no particular order, sfw surprisingly, descriptive + gory threats directed at a random person, miguel is paranoid, reader is gender neutral but masculine, i haven’t watched the movie yet, i used that spanishdict.com website but i am not a native speaker so help is appreciated, lmk if i missed anything

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i respect everyone’s headcanons very much but imo: y’all got yandere miguel SO terribly wrong. he is a stoic, violent asshole, yes, but think logically!!! would this man, who watched his wife and kid die, ever hurt the object of his love? /lh

i think he’d probably treat you like glass no matter how much you insist that you’re capable of autonomy and he’d try to have the patience of a saint, but it can run thin.

if he gets severely pissed off, expect furniture to be thrown and screaming to ensue—but one look at your fearful eyes, all watery as he backs you into a corner, it makes him melt and cradle you in his arms. he cares for you so, so much and would never want to scare you.

miguel is kidnapping you. absolutely no doubt about it. he can’t trust you to be in other dimensions where so many things could go wrong, where it could collapse or you could be caught in the crossfire of a canon event or—no. no, you have to stay with him, where he can watch out for you at all times. i think if you retaliated, all he’d do is restrain you in an inescapable hug and sink his fangs into your neck, putting just enough venom to make you sleep for a little. he apologizes profusely once you come to… but he doesn’t mean it. he’s sorry to hurt you, sure, but he’d do it again in a heartbeat if it meant keeping you safe. with him.

miguel has no qualms about hurting anyone else, though! barista seems just a little too gregarious? miguel’s talons spring from the pads of his fingers as he taps his fingers on the table. he smiles at you. it’s a warning. ‘i could kill them, you know.’ he says with his eyes. ‘right now, if i wanted to, i could rake my claws across their throat. i could pick you up and run out before anyone else caught me. before they’d even get a chance to fall to the ground dead.’ his gaze flickers to the door. he runs his tongue across his fangs. ‘or i could bite them. shoot venom all inside their bloodstream. they wouldn’t pass out like when i did it to you, they’d die. they’d die painfully and slowly, their body shutting off as the pain made them wish it happened faster. all because they were smiling at you just a little too long.’ his eyes shine with mirth. he thinks it’s all a joke. you decide to put and end to his cruel mocking by standing up abruptly, grabbing his hand, and dragging him towards a different table far away from the poor barista.

at home, he’s affectionate. so saccharinely affectionate. he doesn’t—won’t respond to his name, you have to call him some nickname or pet name or something. “miggy.” “guel.” those are accepted, but he cracks a genuine smile whenever you call him by something corny and sweet like “baby” or “love.” he’s more likely to comply to a request if you call him a pet name, but he allows you some freedoms at the least. internet: heavily monitored, only when he’s with you. tv and video games are fine, as long as they’re only local co-op or singleplayer. you’re only allowed a phone so you can text him if you need him.

he nearly always finds time for you. as soon as he’s home, he’s attached to you like a lifeline. his touch never leave your body—he’s always holding your hand or waist or kissing you from behind and murmuring words into your ear. “mi cariño, i missed you at work. i’m tired, hermoso, please can we go lay down for a little?” he’ll ask. you’ll comply, if you want, and subject yourself to being smothered in his arms for 1-3 hours while he cuddles up with you and sleeps, but if not then he’ll whine until you let him lay his head down on your lap as you watch tv and ignore him. he so desperately craves the domestic affection he once had with his family.

speaking of ignoring him, please don’t. he’ll go insane. before the first day’s up, he’ll beg you for as much as a glance towards him, even if it’s a scornful glare it means you’re functional. he’ll become more and more desperate, clinging to you and your every word, movement, and nonverbal communication. after a long time—maybe a week, if he can stand it, he’ll cry into your chest until you explain what it is you want. at that point, he’d be willing to do almost anything just for that never to happen again.

…almost anything.

(okay i’m gonna be real. i don’t know the difference between a fic or a drabble. i assume what follows is a drabble)

he wouldn’t let you leave, it’s too dangerous. you somehow managed to escape, and he tracked you down in a panic-induced frenzy. as soon as he wrapped you back in his arms, you realize you’ve seriously fucked up. he’s silent on the way back home and even silent until the next day. you wake up the next morning to the smell of bacon and you find him in the kitchen. he acts like nothing happened at all, but begins a rather unsettling spiel as you eat.

“i did some thinking. i realized… it’s just not safe for you here!” he says slowly, circling you as you stared at the sizzling food in front of you. you don’t know if you should eat or not. his hands snake up to your shoulders, giving you a gentle back rub. “so i’ve decided we need to move. somewhere where you’re safe, you know?” miguel evidently noticed you hesitation to eat. “something wrong with the food, amor? i made it just for you. at least try some.”

you decide not to eat. you make a lame excuse about not being hungry. his hands tighten around your shoulders and then just as abruptly leave your skin. “you mind telling me why you won’t eat?” he whispers in your ear. you insist that you’re just not hungry. he growls in his throat, but suddenly switches into a smile. “of course. i’ll put it in the fridge for when you want it.” miguel says gently. he wraps the plate in saran wrap and set it in the fridge. “i took a day off. looks like we’re going to be together all today now.” he says. he leads you to the couch and assumes the regular position, laying with his head on your lap.

“i love you, y/n. i really, really fucking love you. you believe me, right? you know, right? you know how much i need you? to eat, to sleep, to breathe? i need you.” he says as you watch whatever show was on. “i… i don’t feel… well, i’ll explain later. how about you lay down this time? i know you like getting massaged.” he offers. you lay down, expecting to feel his hands press the knots out from your back, but instead you feel him grab your hand. “i’m sorry. i can’t imagine this is pleasant.” he apologizes, pressing one hand to your back so that you can’t move. his other hand brings your wrist to his lips and he kisses your forearm before sinking his fangs in. within seconds, you feel more and more drowsy.

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woohoo go me! i did it

anyways i’m super tired i wrote this all in one sitting

part 2

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x male reader #miguel o’hara x reader #yandere miguel o’hara x reader #yandere miguel o'hara #tw yandere #yandere x male reader #m no im not actually ever gonna stfu about him. he’s so babygirl. #yandere miguel x reader #male reader #x dom male reader #dom reader

[writefightandflightclub]

Ride or Die (Santiago “Pope” Garcia x fem!reader): Chapter Nine (of 11 - COMPLETED SERIES)

Series summary: Together, you and Santiago have been “soldiers” then “friends” then “lovers”; but will you ever figure out what comes next, especially when Santiago can’t (or won’t) stop running? 

Genre: a LOT of angst, (some) smut, best friends to… lovers?

Warnings: see collated series warnings, here. Please note this series is 18+. Minors or ageless blogs interacting will be blocked.

Series info: this is a COMPLETED SERIES. All chapters are written and queued. Posting schedule is here (includes series master list). 

Author’s note: Shorter chapter this week (be warned, next week's will be the heftiest yet), but I hope you like this next instalment! It's really gearing us up for the FINAL TWO! As always, I would be super grateful for any comments / reblogs / asks you may wish to send my way. If you've read this far, THANK YOU! ILY :-*

Word count: 3.8k for this part. 

Tag list info: will reblog separately tagging those on taglist. You can request to be added to taglist if you are 18+. Send me an ask, please, so I can keep track :)

Today is a new day. It’s a new day and you’re done crying. You’re done holding on to anger and resentments. 

Besides, you feel as though you gave Santiago everything you had last night, and - at least for now - there is nothing else left to give. 

So, instead of wallowing, you plod downstairs to where Frankie is stationed in the kitchen, offering up your favourite pastries, coffee, and even pulpy, freshly squeezed orange juice. You pull up to the breakfast bar, hopping up on a stool to survey your extravagant pity platter. 

It’s true then. “He’s gone.” 

Frankie nods solemnly, leaning into the other side of the island like he’s a sympathetic bartender in some old Western flick. He claps his palm to your shoulder in a supportive gesture. “I’m sorry, chiquita.”

You shrug. 

His face twists. That’s not all there is. “Don’t shoot the messenger, but…”

“What, Frankie?” 

“He had to bounce but he didn’t want to wake you. Said you looked far too peaceful sleeping for him to come along and fuck that up.”

Your brow notches, absorbing all of that with a contrived neutrality. “How did he… seem?”

Frankie’s eyebrows raise lightly as he ponders, thinking back over prior events. “Calm, actually. Happy, even.” 

“Hmm.” You smile softly to yourself. Makes a change from lately to hear that. You get it though. After last night, you can’t feel anything else either. Even if he technically didn’t say goodbye in words, you get it. You aren’t mad. Chances are one or both of you would have fucked it up this morning. This way at least, it leaves the night you spent together untarnished. Makes it feel like holding on to a good dream, before the realities of the day can set in and make things fraught. 

Frankie’s face crumples with concern as you gaze wistfully into the middle-distance. “You gonna be alright?” 

You pump your eyebrows. Search yourself for feelings. “You know what? Yeah. I am. I’m okay.” 

Frankie’s eyes glint playfully then. “Oh. So you won’t need alllll o’ these yummy pastries?” 

You laugh as he eyes the pain au chocolat pointedly. “Get stuck in, Morales,” you invite fondly, and he obliges, scraping up a stool and wiggling on his ass until he’s comfy. 

“Hey. So,” he says through mouthfuls. “Did you two figure anything out?” 

You groan at the sheer complexity of Frankie’s simple question. Did you? Or are you still going around in circles? “We know we love each other. The rest? Uh. I still don’t know.” 

“He’ll get there.” 

You puff air out from between your teeth. 

“You don’t think so?” Frankie interprets. 

You wrap your arms around your middle. “It’s not that. It’s… I don’t think it was all on him.” You don’t have any blame or accusations left. No grudges to hold on to - your hands are open. You’ve both made mistakes. Manufactured this distance, in your own ways - sometimes literally, sometimes not. You were both just trying to figure all this out as best as you could. 

Frankie’s brows notch and rise with a silent question. How so? What do you mean? 

The thoughts form as you speak them. Clumsy yet intrepid. “I guess... It just feels like we were… Both waiting for the other person to get somewhere, you know? But this whole time, we should’ve been heading there together. Otherwise, how the fuck were we supposed to know where to end up?” You slide a palm over your face. “Christ. Does that make any fucking sense?”

Frankie ponders. “I think so. Like trying to meet on the highway without a time or a place or directions?” 

You reach out and clasp his hand. “You get me, buddy.” 

Frankie blinks, tangling himself up further in your metaphor, but valiantly trying to muddle through. “And so… do you…?” He scratches his chaotic mop of hair. “Do you have a map now? A meeting point? I mean… What happens next? On the highway?” Your mouth lilts into a gentle smile at Frankie’s earnest question. He notes and feeds your amusement, going off the deep-end with this metaphor now. “Are you driving in shifts, chiquita? Grabbing cheez-its for the road?”

You laugh, the musical sound mingling with Frankie’s throaty chuckle. “What happens next?” You repeat the question out loud, carefully, posing it to yourself. Hasn’t that always been the question? However, the very sentiment which used to scare you now feels a lot more like potential. Like possibility. 

Still, you feel -for the moment- like leaving that question hanging. You leave a pregnant pause. You let it breathe. 

For now; you let it go. You let him go. 

“Where are the other guys at, anyway?” 

Frankie rides your tangent with ease. “Packing shit up.” 

“We should help them.” 

“Yeah, we should,” Frankie grins mischievously, and yet neither of you make any effort whatsoever to mobilise. 

Instead, Frankie pours you a cup of coffee from the pot. 

“You wanna call off the hike today?” he asks hopefully, Frankie increasingly a creature of comfort. 

“No. Hell no. I need to move.” You lock your fingers and stretch your arms above your head, a satisfying stretch extending down your spine. 

Frankie’s eyes sparkle across at you. “Just not in aid of helping the Millers pack their trunk, huh?” 

“Exactly! What did I tell you, bud. You get me.” 

You do though. You need to move. You need to move forward. No more standing in place. No more moving in circles, always repeating. 

Still, when you think about it. When you think to what is ahead, to what is next, your stomach drops. You feel overcome by a sudden anxiety which you can’t place at first. Like having misplaced something dear to you. Like having done something wrong but not being able to recall exactly what. Then, all of a sudden, you understand it entirely. 

“Listen. Tell me about this job, Frankie.” 

He immediately tenses up. “What job?” 

You take a bite of your pastry. “The one with Lorea’s cash house.”

Frankie simply groans. He always knows more than he lets on, this one. About everything. Everyone. 

“Is it true? That you and the boys are in?” 

You can plainly see his reticence to respond. But you know for a fact that he’s about to cave. 

5, 4, 3, 2, 1. 

“They need a pilot,” Frankie states, looking up at you with guilty, puppy dog eyes. 

“Fuck me. He dragged you back in too, huh? You know… Sometimes I wonder if any of us are good for each other.” Your tone grows mildly irate, your heart quickening, but you recognise it for what it is. It’s simply anger veiling worry. You love these boys. 

“Come on, don’t say that,” Frankie bargains. “We’ve dragged each other out of hell.”

“And back again.”

Frankie takes a deep breath. His tongue pokes around the meat of his cheek. “He says it’s simple recon. In and out. No mess.” 

You jut your chin up. Stare at him levelly, unblinking. You know that Frankie will give it to you straight. Know that he can’t help himself. “And you buy that?” 

5, 4, 3, 2, 1. 

“Not for a fucking second.” 

You scoff, shaking your head. Not when it comes from Santiago, no. After all, you’ve fallen for Santiago’s bullshit plenty of times yourself. It’s the fact that Frankie would wander in with his eyes wide open to it that really gets you. It’s something else. 

Still, before you can chastise him for being so stupid, Frankie glumly offers up some explanation. “Look. I need the job. I… I got my license revoked.” 

Your heart drops - and your face with it. Your hands clamp over your mouth. “Frankie,” you say softly, with empathy. “Fuck.”

He hunches in on himself despondently, his hands disappearing up his sleeves, his fists clenching and his gaze cast downward. “I fucked up, man. Cassie has a baby on the way and I fucked up.” His eyes swim with a deep shame. 

“Coke?” you venture, tentatively.  

5, 4, 3, 2, 1. 

Slowly, he nods. 

“Frankie.” Your hand swipes over your face, and your eyes fill with concern for him. His palm waves in the air, however, quickly dismissing any sympathies you may care to bestow. 

“I’m back on track. Getting there. I am.” His eyes are nothing but determined. Sincere. “But I need this gig. No matter how fucking hare-brained a scheme that pendejo is cooking.” 

“Think of the baby, dude.”

“That’s exactly what I’m doing,” Frankie says forcefully, in a harsh tone he rarely uses, and you know in no uncertain terms that the conversation is done. That he’s made his mind up, and that he won’t hear you out any further on the matter. 

You swallow. Regroup. You chew on some platitudes, but none of them feel quite right. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” Frankie says after a stretched, tense moment. “I didn’t mean to snap at you.” 

“It’s okay,” you jostle his shoulder, and it shakes a little of the tension from him and the room. “I get it. And shit. I’m sorry for putting all of my bullshit on you this weekend. I wish you’d said something, Cat.” 

He shrugs. Speaks with finality. “There’s not much to say. It’s done. I just need to make it right. And I will.”

“I believe it. But you do know that I’m… If you need… Anything, Frankie.” 

He looks up at you then, the warmth back in his eyes as your voice cracks, searching for the words. But, he already knows everything you could ever say. You’ve said it before, a hundred times. He knows you love him. Knows you’re proud of him. Knows you’d do anything for him. Knows you want the best for him. He knows it already. 

In turn, you are sure that he already knows everything you could possibly call him out on. That he’s already thought about it. Weighed it up. Thought about the risks. About the possibility that he’s acting out of desperation. The possibility that he’d probably be better off staying the hell away from Pope’s schemes. 

He scrapes his stool back and comes to you, bundling you into a tight, warm, big brother hug. You tug in a deep breath, and you let it go. You’re done trying to control everything around you. It never really got you anywhere. 

Still, there’s an undeniably uncomfortable knot in your chest as you think about them all gearing up. Strapping on their tac vests. Shoving clotting pads into their med packs. It makes you feel physically ill. And so, you can’t help yourself. “Do me a favour, Frankie? Don’t take Tom?” You muffle the words into his shirt, half hoping they will get lost there. That maybe he didn’t even hear you. But, you know when he braces his hands on your shoulders to get a good look at you, that your game is up. 

“Why not?” 

You see it then, in his eyes. That Tom is not a risk Frankie has considered. His presence not something he has weighed up. 

You deliver your words as plainly and transparently as possible. “He’s too hungry, Cat.” 

Frankie simply locks eyes with you, as though trying to weed out your motives. Shrewdly trying to assess your conclusions. Is this just your petty vendetta talking? Is this intelligence? Is this coming from your gut? 

“Please. Just trust me.”

“I do,” he nods eventually, but you should know better than to feel any relief. And next, there it is. “I do but it’s not my call.” 

Well. You’ve said your piece. You guess that’s all you’ve got. Absent-mindedly, you tug on Frankie’s lapels. “You’d better come back to me, Cat,” you plead plaintively. “And by God, you’d better bring those other fuckers back with you to boot.” 

With a wistful affection, Frankie tugs you to him again and you stand there in silence for a few more moments, the sounds of the other guys evident in the background. In time, you and Frankie release each other and gravitate towards them, tucking yourselves under the porch to survey their efforts packing up the trucks. 

“We should probably help,” you repeat again, and, to your side, your hear Frankie’s murmur of agreement. However, when you glance to him you see his long, lean frame stretched out up against the wooden porch post. He looks like a man with nowhere else to be in a hurry.  

“Fuck,” he curses at nothing in particular, surveying the animated bodies of his buddies before him with both awe and trepidation. “How did we get here? Years of service and none of us have anything to show for it.” 

That’s a Santiago sales pitch, through and through, you reckon. You recognise his propaganda. Funny, since he used to swallow the flag for breakfast. Is that how he got to him then? Convinced Frankie he could finally make bank? Take what he deserved? Ah. Or give his family what they deserved? Frankie is all about family. 

A sad smile twitches your mouth. “Well. That’s not entirely true, is it? Not nothing.” You think of what you’ve gained from all of this. “I got a gaggle of weird ass brothers. A suitcase full of trauma. A fucked back. And! An array of unhealthy coping mechanisms.”

Despite the darkness of your statement, Frankie’s eyes crinkle. What else is left to do but laugh, anyway? “Maybe Will should put that in his speech.”

You belly chuckle at that, moving to lean up against the opposite post. “Yeah. Scare those poor recruits off before they can end up like us, huh?” 

Frankie looks wistful again. “It hasn’t been all bad.” 

No. It hasn’t. He’s not wrong about that. 

You ponder on it. If you could go back and change your path - would you? But, despite everything, your squad would be far too much to lose. “Sure. The weird thing is, as shitty as it’s been at times? I wouldn’t change it for the world.” 

There is a beat, and Frankie reaches out across the space between you and wordlessly clasps your hand. 

“Listen. You gonna be okay, Frankie?” He looks down at his worn sneakers, contemplatively, as though he really doesn’t know the answer yet. You give his hand a squeeze, trying to let him know that’s okay. “We’ll talk more, okay?” 

He nods - a subtle, concessionary thing, like maybe he could really do with that. 

“I get why you didn’t tell me. But I’m sorry. That I didn’t do a better job of asking.” 

“It’s not on you,” he says generously. A little too generously, in your estimation. You’ve been rather wrapped up in your own shit. A little too self-involved. “I know I can talk to you. I just… I, uh. Didn’t want to ruin the weekend.” The irony of that statement causes a throaty chuckle to bounce in Frankie’s neck, and your palm slides over your face in regret even as you laugh in reciprocity. 

“Christ. I did a great job of that all by myself.”

“Well,” Frankie says good-naturedly, shifting to bump your hip with his. Wrapping his crooked arm over your shoulder. “You had some help.” 

It is your turn now to look wistful, as you contemplate the storm that is Santiago, and all the rubble he left behind. “He’s really gone again.” Frankie simply squeezes you a little tighter. “Hey. Anything else I should know, by the way?” you needle. “You’re not holding out on me?”  

Frankie sucks air through his teeth. “Tom and Molly. She finally served him papers.” 

You fold forward, hinging to collapse your upper half onto the porch rail. “Fuck. Shit. I really need to start being nicer to that shithead.” Still, from behind, Frankie’s familiar chuckle buoys you, even as you inwardly berate yourself for getting wrapped up in your own business. “We’re all messes, huh, Frankie? Do you think we can fix it?” 

“Yeah. Yeah. I do.” 

“Truly?” 

“Truly.” 

You toss him a soft, grateful smile, which extends as Will makes his way over to your position, greeting you “Hey, slackers!”. You and Frankie share a conspiratorial glance. 

“All set for the hike, Captain?” 

“No thanks to you.” 

“I had an alternate mission. Ranks of pastries to deplete.”

Will feigns tiredness, but his baby blues sparkle even as he rolls them. 

“Anyway. Didn’t need you. All set to head out as soon as you slackers get your act together. You wantin’ to do the usual route, hon?” 

You brace your arms against the porch rail. Dig your fingers into the wood. “No,” you say, the words a little tight in your chest, but they feel good. “Not today. There’s somewhere else. Somewhere I always wanted to go.” 

Somewhere new. 

“Fine by me,” Frankie offers. “Just let me grab more pastries.” 

***

You relish the hike, when it comes. You relish walking a path that is -to you- entirely untrodden. That he can’t touch. You walked the old, familiar trails for too long, and the only place it ever got you was right back where you started. 

The bullshit ends here. You’ve decided. 

And so, you turn your attention away from your sun, and to the wider constellation of stars around you. To yourself. 

You even do your best to make peace with Tom. To put old grudges to bed. 

You relish the hike. Enjoy the undulating landscape. You don’t know for sure what’s next, or where you’re going, but the difference is that for once, that feels okay. Full of potential. 

You walk until your legs burn, and when you get to the summit you take a moment to drink in the crisp, clifftop air. To look out across the ocean. To see it from a distance and to know that this time, it cannot break you over and over and over. 

Still, when you’re at the top, as if by providence, Santiago texts you. 

“Hey. Sorry I had to take off early. I wanna say… Thank you.” 

“For what?”

“For the best night of my life.” 

“Ah. Fuck it,” you whisper to yourself, and you press the button to call him. You immediately call him. He immediately picks up. “Hi.”

”Hi. What’s up? They just announced my gate.”

”That’s okay, I’ll be quick. I, uh. I just needed to tell you too. Thank you.”

“For what?” 

“For a proper goodbye.” 

“Look, I’m sorry that I-”

“-I’m not mad, Santi. I think… I think we said everything we have to say, right? I think it was…”

”…Perfect?”

”Yeah. Yeah, pretty perfect.” 

“Listen. It’s selfish, but. With everything coming up. The Lorea job and… I needed it, you know? Needed that image of you sleeping.” 

There’s an ache in your chest and it’s bittersweet. 

He cares for you in every way he knows how, doesn’t he? In every way he can. He’s not perfect, but hey, neither are you. You’re both a little bit broken, but that doesn’t mean you can’t heal. And most of all, it doesn’t mean you don’t deserve love while you’re doing it. 

One day, he’ll turn up at your door, and he’ll be welcome. Whenever that is. Whenever it happens. But until then, you can’t just wait for him. 

Until then, you’ll love him; from a distance. 

No longer can you leave him in anger. No longer can he break you. 

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” 

Maybe one day, that will even be enough. 

“Would you promise me something?”

“Sure.”

“Come back and visit soon, huh?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I promise.”  

You conclude the call, and you stretch your arms above your head. A pleasant tingle snakes down your back as it cracks. You haven’t felt so relaxed in a long time. You don’t think you’ve ever felt such peace. 

The path that you are walking is yours, and you implicitly trust where it’s taking you. 

***

You are grateful to slip into the passenger side of Frankie’s car, beginning the drive back to the city and signalling the end of your stay at the beach house. Still, there is something bittersweet there too as you leave behind the site of so many memories from over the years - and now, the site of your most perfect night with Santiago. 

It reminds you of all you’ve been through. The ups and the downs and plenty of things which went sideways. You are starting to realise though, that perhaps the landscape of love is undulating. That sometimes the terrain is tough. It shouldn’t have been quite so tough though - so steep and unforgiving; and so, you hope for gentler, easier paths ahead. 

It is bittersweet then, as you leave this place behind. 

As you look forward, having said goodbye. As you wrestle with your past, future, and present. 

Frankie swings the car out and onto the highway, the Millers up ahead and Tom behind, your vehicles forming a convoy through the dark, the glow of headlights illuminating the route ahead. 

You sit in silence, eyes and thoughts unfocussed, in abstraction, as you watch vague shapes and colours slipping by the window, your own face occasionally reflected right back at you. You look older than you used to. More tired. But you don’t dislike that. 

After a while, Frankie’s robust voice slices through the dark, his eyes on the road and hands threading the wheel. “I don’t know if this will make things better or worse but… Do you want to hear it?” 

You swivel your head towards him, fractured, liquid panels of light slipping over the planes of his face as your surroundings pass by in a haze. “Hear what?” 

“Pope’s heartbreak playlist?” 

Your hands dig into your thighs where they rest. “Do I?”

“Well?” Frankie asks, his finger poised over the button, and evidently not willing to make that decision for you. 

“Yeah. Fuck it.”

You brace a little, in all honesty. A tightness takes hold of your chest as you wonder if the first track to befall your ears might be angry. Resentful. Full of blame or sadness that you can’t hope to wrestle with and come out on top. But, as the first notes of the track sound out, you are surprised to find a full, unfettered laugh rises from out of your throat. The tears swell in your eyes next, for it is nothing if not bittersweet. 

“That dickhead. I can’t believe…” 

You can’t believe it. The fact he has chosen a song which reflects your life together? Which reveals a happy memory? 

He loves you, doesn’t he? He has for a long time. And you can’t help but hope that maybe one day, that will even be enough. For tonight though, it will definitely do. You’ll take it. You’ll treasure it. 

“Whiskey in the Jar,” Frankie scoffs as he catches on to the song, even if his fingers are drumming against the lip of the wheel involuntarily. “I mean. What the shit’s that all about? He’s a weird kid, I swear.” 

“Frankie,” you laugh brightly, turning once again to look wistfully out of the window, as the view of the beach house and the ocean recedes into the distance. You catch another glimpse of yourself in the pane, and this time you look younger, you think. More alive. “Did I ever tell you about that night in Philadelphia?”

#santiago pope garcia x reader #triple frontier #oscar isaac #ride or die series

[beneathashadytree]

Hey! I’m new to your page but I love it so much and your writing is literally amazing!! I don’t want to say you have talent because that under mines all the hard work you’ve put into writing but you are amazing :< My request is a one piece fluff with Sanji, Zoro, Luffy, Kid, Law, Robin, Nami, Killer and and any of your favorite characters too ^ I don’t know if this is considered modern or not but basically them asking you to go grab their wallet and you see their drivers license or ID picture and it’s such an old crusty caught off guard picture like (sanji’s wanted poster bad) and they get embarrassed about it once they see you start laughing 😭. It can be modern or even within the one piece realm I just thought this would be so funny since this just happened to me 💔 Have a good day!!!

-aif

TEENAGE DIRTBAG - SANJI, ZORO, LUFFY, KID, LAW, ROBIN, NAMI, & KILLER X READER

Warnings : modern AU, cursing, lighthearted teasing from the reader, Kid always has a couple of empty threats at hand, they are all disasters, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : fluff, crack

Word count : 2.4K words (oh shit)

Additional notes : Ahhh, you’re being so unbelievably sweet! I’m so so glad you enjoy my writing. I loved this idea so much because it’s the perfect mix of playful and cute. Sadly, I’ve only ever seen Killer like twice and he’s barely said anything, and I haven’t really graspd his personality yet, so please excuse me if he’s OOC🥲 I just wanted to give you a heads up that I only write for a maximum of 6 characters per post, and in headcanon form. If fluff pieces were what you wanted, then I only take single characters per post🫣 I did them all anyways and as fluff pieces because I’m sure you didn’t know this, given that you’re new to my blog. I hope you enjoy this, nonnie! Let me know what you think💗

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“Could you grab me my wallet from my bedside table, sweetheart?” Sanji called from the kitchen, “I’m a little busy at the stove right now, and the set of knives I ordered last week should be here in a few minutes. They’ll need my identification.”

“Sure thing.” Getting up from the living room couch, they went to snatch his wallet off his table. It was a little messy, filled with tiny coupons and various credit cards (yes, including the ones he froze years ago after his estranged biological father had practically forced them upon him). Struggling to pull out his ID amidst all this jumble, they said, “You really should sort out the stuff you don’t use anymore. I’m pretty sure at least half of these coupons have—“

They paused, their fingers finally picking at his ID. “Oh my fucking God,” they choked out, before a wheezing laugh escaped them, “Sanji, what on earth is this?”

“Hey!” he cried out, thumping sounds coming from the stove as he no doubt was switching the knobs off, “Stop looking at that!”

“It looks nothing like you,” they laughed, as he ran to their side. “What’s with the terrible frown? And why did they edit your face to look so… boxy? And—“

“Yes, yes, very funny dear,” he scowled even deeper than in the picture, cheeks burning red with embarrassment. He snatched it from their fingers, as they continued to shake with laughter. “Stupid shitty photographer didn’t even give me a chance to blink before he took it.”

“You do look like you had your eyes open for hours,” they chuckled behind their hand, trying to stifle the sound as he stuffed it back into the wallet, preferably for burial. Shaking their head, they sweetly kissed his cheek, enjoying his raging flush.

“Oh well, might as well keep your handsomeness for my eyes only.”

“Zoro, did you pay our taxes?” they asked, frowning as they stared at the letter that had been sent to their mailbox.

“…No, I forgot,” their boyfriend grunted from the next room, continuing to deadlift in his little private gym, “Just use my phone and do it online.”

“Fine,” the sighed, making to get up, “Where do you keep your wallet? I’m gonna need your ID.”

“Probably on the coffee table.”

Humming in response, they followed his instructions and began to take out what looked like his ID, before they loudly cursed bloody murder.

“What’s wrong?” Zoro’s voice was worried, and he soon appeared in front of them with a concerned look on his face, drenched in sweat and a little flushed with the exertion of effort.

“This fucking jumpscare,” they managed to cry out, choking on a laugh as they thrust the ID in his direction, “You look like you’ve been convincted of twenty cases of homicide. What are you glaring so hard for?”

“Shut up. It’s only cause I couldn’t see well,” he grumbled, blushing furiously as he stomped over to reach for it.

Swooping out of his way, they snickered at him, “Was your “not seeing well” also the reason behind the tongue in your cheek and hardened jaw? Or is your face just programmed to permanently look like you want to deck someone?”

“Should’ve done these taxes myself if you were gonna be a little shit about it,” Zoro swore, his entire face blooming red down to his neck. The mortification won over, and he grabbed his ID.

“You probably should’ve, yeah,” they giggled, leaning over to kiss his jaw, much to his chagrin, “Guess you’re not photogenic. Doesn’t matter, you’re the best looking man to me.”

When Luffy asked them to go for a trip of snack scourging at the supermarket, the implication that they would buy booze was very clearly there. His hands busy with all the bags of food they’d bought, he’d pointed out the bottles of sake and beer he’d wanted, but hadn’t been able to pull out his wallet with his hands full.

“My hands are full, can you get that for me?” Luffy begged, after having huffed and puffed for a few minutes trying to pull it out of his pocket with only his pinky finger.

Chuckling, they nodded and did as their boyfriend asked, before glancing at his ID photo and choking on their spit.

“Holy shit, babe,” they wheezed out, body trembling with their laughter as they handed it over to the cashier, “What’s with that face? Constipated much?”

“Listen, I was hungry,” he moaned pathetically, one of his busy hands pressing onto his stomach as he pouted at them, “Like right now. And the man kept stalling for no good reason. I thought I was going to pass out.”

“So you somehow ended up looking like a wilted flower?” they arched their brow at him as they carried their drinks and tugged him by the arm. “Should I worry about you dying out on me now?”

“Yes, if you don’t hurry and drive us back quickly.” Luffy looked dead-serious as he started moving so fast that it turned into him pulling them along and not the opposite. “Unless you want me to eat the snacks right now—“

“Coming, coming!”

As per their almost-monthly usual, they got pulled over by the police in the middle of the road, and Kid could only grit his teeth and hiss out a “Fine” when asked for his driver’s license (because past experience taught him that calling an officer bringing him in for speeding a “cunt” was a sure fire way to end up in jail).

He fumbled with his pockets, before realizing that his wallet wasn’t there as it usually was. Before he could ask for it, they found it in the space between the driver’s seat and the gearstick. They quickly pulled out his driver’s license, briefly glancing at it once before their eyes blew comically wide and they slapped a hand on their face, trying to muffle their laughter.

Kid murderously glared at them, before finishing the routine up with the officer. As soon as they drove past him, they let their hand fall and howled with laughter.

“The fuck do you find so amusing?” he growled after they grew increasingly more hysterical.

“Your-your face!” they cried out, tears now falling down their face, “You never told me you had an emo phase! The black bangs, piercings, smokey eye…” they trailed off, interrupted by their loud laughter.

“I think I’m going to actually fucking kill you,” he hissed, despite the light dusting of red on his cheeks, which only fueled their amusement even further.

“Was this another one of your catchphrases in your teenage years?” they chortled, wiping away their tears and very clearly enjoying this.

“I’m parking right fucking now and kicking you out of the car.”

“Got everything?” they asked Law at the doorstep, pulling their suitcases along behind them.

He nodded, but still went on to flit through his waistbag, checking the stuff along as he did. Their flight was still in a bit, but he didn’t want to turn around halfway through the drive to the airport. “Passport, visa, cash, credit cards, ID… wait. The driver’s license.”

Cocking their head to the side, they looked a little confused. “What do you need that for? We’re vacationing abroad.”

He gave his partner a very pointed look, and they shrugged and went to get his license nonetheless. “Weren’t you the one who insisted on visiting every single monument around the city? We’ll need a rental car for that, and I’m the one that has an international driver’s license.”

Before he could say anything else, a howl of laughter erupted from the bedroom, growing louder as they came up to him. Exasperation in his eyes, he turned to them, already knowing the reason behind their extreme amusement.

“Yes, haha, very funny, Law’s squinting at the camera,” he drawled, holding his hand out, “Now could we get this over with? We’ll run late.”

“Oh no, you’re not getting out of this,” they smirked, clutching the license close to their chest and taking another peek. “The squint’s not so bad, honestly. I can tell you just weren’t wearing your lenses. My problem’s with the god-awful hair.”

“Mullets were a thing when I was 18,” he snapped, trying to come up with an excuse—and clearly failing, if their peels of laughter were any proof. “And most teenagers don’t have much of a sense of style.” Law finally snatched the driver’s license from them, and took his suitcase rolling behind him on the way to where their Uber would pick them up.

Locking up behind him, they grinned, shaking their head. “Not much of a sense of style now either, love…”

“Robin, darling, I love you, and I would buy you anything you ask for, but we’re going to find ourselves broke by the end of the month if you keep spending ludicrous amounts of cash on book shipments,” they sighed, hurrying over to the bedroom where their girlfriend sat perched on her armchair, book in hand, “I think you need an intervention.”

The girlfriend in question chuckled, setting her reading glasses down, “Oh dear, that must’ve been last month’s ARC package. Let me get my wallet.”

“I already paid for it, but they asked for your ID for confirmation of the delivery. Is it in your wallet?”

Robin looked thoughtful for a moment. “No, I think I left it out on the coffee table when I came back from buying wine for our date night.”

They nodded and made their way out. It was silent for a few moments, before they snorted with laughter. “Oh God,” they choked out, before muffling the sound and opening the door once again. Moments later, it shut behind them, and they exploded into a fit of laughter, bursting into their bedroom.

“What’s so funny?” Robin smiled patiently, watching them fail to catch their breath.

Patting their chest, they finally managed to speak. “Y-your-your face! Why do you look so murderous?”

The woman chuckled, closing her book and walking up to them to glance at the ID. “I think I’d been woken up pretty early that day to take this picture, so I was rather grumpy. The photographer had made an inappropriate comment, and this was the only way I could express my displeasure.”

Their laughter quieted for a moment as they mumbled, “Fucking bastard,” before they glanced at the picture again and giggled, “And what’s with the half-shaved head?”

Robin shook her head, swiftly taking the ID from their fingers and pocketing it stealthily. “Let it be a reminder to not let teenage bullies stick gum in your hair.”

“There’s a lot to unpack in that statement…”

“I’m telling you, sir, I’m definitely old enough to be driving this.” Nami gritted her teeth, trying her best to smile sweetly at the police officer. “As a matter of fact, I’m old enough to carry out every single legal procedure in this country.”

“No driver’s license, no passage,” he firmly said, though he did hesitate for a second afterwards, probably after noticing just how stunning she was as she fluttered her eyelashes like that.

They placed a hand on her arm. “It’s alright, Nami. I’ve got your wallet in the drawer. Brought it just in case.” Pulling it out, they began to rifle through her numerous cards, before blurting out, “Holy fuck,” and bursting into laughter that they desperately tried to muffle behind their hand, their other hand giving their girlfriend her license.

With a look that could kill, she snatched it and gave it to the waiting officer, who soon sent them on their way. Revving the car back up, Nami glared at them.

“What, you didn’t expect me to comment on that picture?”

“What do you say we forget about that and turn on the radio?” Nami forced a big grin on her face, though the vein in her forehead remained prominent.

“Aw, it’s not that bad,” they cooed, before cracking up, “I mean, of course there’s the outdated perm, and the garish blue glitter eyeshadow, and the very obvious fact that these are not the eyes of anyone even remotely sober…”

“You’re paying for today’s date and next week’s one too,” Nami snapped, before exhaling loudly and slumping in her seat. “God, why’d you have to see the worst photo I’ve ever taken? I’d even had a terrible acne breakout then, so my face was in pain the entire time.”

“It’s alright, love. I still think you’re the most beautiful girl in the world,” they said as they leaned across to kiss her cheek.

Tension left her body, but she still managed to say, “You’re still paying for the next two dates.”

“Fuck, I’d been hoping you’d let that go.”

Killer had been stopped at the entrance of the concert arena as usual. With his mask almost always on, the security guards always needed to check he was of age by asking for his ID. He didn’t say much, knowing that this was a routine procedure, but he did tense a little with annoyance at having to take time out and possibly miss out on the best seats up front.

“I’ve got both of ours’ here,” they nodded from beside him, taking out both their wallets from their pockets and pulling each of their IDs. When it came to their boyfriend’s, however, they couldn’t help the snicker that left them at the sight of his picture.

“You’re having too much fun with this,” he grumbled, before taking it and handing it over to the man, briefly lifting his mask for a second for him to confirm his identity.

As they began to walk in, they took his hand in theirs, still laughing a bit. “Not my fault you never told me you used to imitate Kid’s punk style.”

“He was the only friend I had, of course I’d want to look like him,” Killer shrugged, “No one told me that straightening hair like mine does that much heat damage though…”

“Can’t believe you had a side part, Jesus,” they chuckled, shaking their head, “Not to mention the patchy beard. And what’s with the panda makeup?”

“Again, Kid’s idea,” he sounded a little annoyed, a light dusting of pink climbing down his neck, “He was all for the kohl-rimmed eyes, but neither of us knew how to apply it—hence why it got all smudged.”

They hummed, squeezing his arm lovingly. “Love the bright red lipstick-hair combo, by the way, but I still prefer the light purple lipstick on you. It’s very… you.”

Killer cocked his head curiously in their direction, wondering what they meant by that. With one last chuckle, they said, “As… interesting as other colors look on you, purple suits you best because it goes well with your pretty blue eyes.” Before he could get flustered and grunt that they were being foolish, they began to drag him by the arm. “We gotta hurry, there’s only 2 front row seats left.”

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[ghostlyforxst]

A/N- Hello ghostly, welcome to list of prompts. If you would like me to write one these prompts listed below, creep over to my submission or asks. But, please remember to include the following: from which prompt list? The number of the prompt? And lastly, which character/s?

You can add extra, like the gender of the reader, or if the reader is gender neutral, and what you would like to happen. I'll try my best to get them out, but thank you so much for taking intrest in my blog!

1. “Imprison? i wouldn’t call it that, it’s staying with one another for eternity”

2. “Go get the chains. you brought this upon yourself, not me”

3. “Why didn’t you tell me you went outside? you’d better have a good answer, beloved”

4. “Every time you beg, it only makes me want to keep you longer”

5. “Jealous? you haven’t even scratched the surface of true envious desire”

6. “Stalk? i’m just making sure you’re always safe”

7. “You wouldn’t survive a day without my protection”

8. “(Charac. Name), and you think I'm horrible? You make me laugh, but alright I'll call him/her up!"

9. “Well boo-hoo, because I'm all you gonna get darling.”

10. “Care to remind me as to what happens when you disobey me?”

11. “Are you afraid of me? the one who loves you most?”

12. “Break up? of course not, you swore to be mine for eternity the moment we first met”

13. “If I don’t have your love anymore, no one else can either!”

14. “How naive and innocent, you wouldn’t stand a chance in this cruel world without my protection”

15. “I'd never love someone the same way, and you would take that away from me?”

16. “Obsession? it’s dedication, darling”

17. “You can’t leave this life. i’ll gladly take my own to join you”

18. “Me? insane? it’s not me, it’s you for letting me become this way”

19. “Maybe if i sever my arm and your arm, we can switch and we’ll always be connected”

20. “When will you learn to behave? I'm tired of trying to make you learn your lesson.”

21. “Shh, I wouldn’t say that unless you want your family to suffer.”

22. “….Have you ever felt guilty, even once, for what you’ve done to me?”

23. “Live in world, you'll forever be my queen.”

24. “You know you can't run from me forever, one day I'll catch you”

25. “You can at least pretend to love me.”

26. “I think they might be a problem. Don’t worry, love, I’ll take care of them for you.”

27. “Sweetheart, I have to mark you. How else is everyone gonna know you’re mine?”

28. “So…do you want your underwear back?”

29. “I’ll carve out your tongue if it would stop you from flirting with anyone else.”

30. “Please don’t do anything to upset me. The mess wouldn’t be good for either of us.”

31. “I really can’t take it when you cry like that… smile for me, alright? You’re so pretty when you smile.”

32. “I did this out of love, I’m doing this out of love.”

33. “You’re here because I want you to be.”

34. ”It’s for your safety. You’ll see.”

35. ”What? So you love them more than me?”

36. ”C’mon, smile for me! It’s not like I’ve done anything yet.”

37. ”Don’t think of it as a ‘punishment’… it’s more of a lesson.”

38. ”How else would they know you belonged to me?”

39. “I’m trying to help! You had a problem, and I fixed it!”

40. “You’ll be safe as long as you stay with me.”

41. “I’ll love anyone else like this again. You wouldn’t take that away from me, right?”

42. “I don’t know what I would do if I couldn’t have you.”

43. “You’re so vulnerable right now.”

44. “Just tell me their name and I’ll make this all better.”

45. “It’s like you were made for me.”

46. “I’m doing this for us.”

47. “I won’t be as nice next time you misbehave.”

48. “If you’re not going to talk, I’ll make it so that you can’t.”

49. “Even if you don’t enjoy it now, you’ll learn to.”

50. “I could kill you if I wanted to.”

51. “I’ve dedicated myself to you! It’s only fair that you do the same.”

52. “Don’t say you’re lonely, you have me!”

53. “It’s your word over mine. Who do you think they’re going to believe?”

54. “I’d never hurt you. Not unless you forced me to.”

55. “I love you, and I’ll do anything to prove it.”

56. “You’re calling me a monster? Who do you think made me this way?”

57. “Be good for me this time. I don’t want to see you cry again.”

58. “It’ll be the family we always wanted! The one we’ve been trying for!”

59. “Are you lost!? You belong to me, not him/her!”

60. “Where are we going? Home of course.”

61. “Shh princess...don’t cry over this scum, s/he doesn’t deserve your tears.”

62. “One more chance! I’m giving you one more chance to fucking stop resisting!”

63. “I just want you to love me!”

64. “Oh, don’t worry, this isn’t my blood. It’s the blood of the person who touched you earlier today.”

65. “If you leave me, I’ll die!”

66. “No! Please tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it, just don’t leave me!”

1. "Don't come any closer, I'll catch feelings!"

2. "I'm…m'up I swear."

3. “Can you stop ignoring me please?”

4. “Do me a favor and lose my number.”

5. “Friends don't look at each other the way we do.”

6. "Please, I can't sleep without you."

7. “I-um, Is it ok if I hold your hand?”

8. “If you love me so much then you should be able to say it, right?”

9. “It's three in the morning. ”

10. “S/he's not going to make it, is s/he?”

11. “Wait…is that my shirt?”

12. “Wait a minute, are you jealous?”

13. “We can't be friends, I will always see you as something else. ”

14. “Why do I still like you, knowing you're a total asshole?”

15. “You look like you need a hug.”

16. “You’re joking, right? please, please just say you're joking.”

17. “You'll be my wife one day.”

18. "Get over it, you can't be upset over something you caused!"

19. "I love you."

20. “I want a fucking answer!”

21. “I'm growing bored of you.”

22. “I want to kiss you so badly but there are too many people here.”

23. “This is supposed to be us!”

24. “It smells just like her…”

25. “No matter what you decide, I'll be by your side through it all. ”

26. “Sometimes I wonder why I even try anymore.”

27. "God, you're so beautiful/handsome."

28. “You grew on me, alright?”

29. “I like you, damn it, is that what you wanted to hear?”

30. “Wait, I'm sorry. I'm new at this...”

31. “I used to feel like my stomach turned when you walked into the room. turns out that wasn’t because the sight of you made me physically sick...”

32. “You already hate me as it is, so it's not like I have nothing to lose here...I like you.”

33. "Here to finish me off, sweetheart?"

34. "So...if i liked you, I don't by the way, but if I did-" "Just shut the fuck up and kiss me."

35. "Friends kiss each other right?" "no." "I mean-"

36. "So if you don't like them, then you won't mind me asking them out then, right?"

37. "I mean this in the most friendly way possible, you are easily the most attractive person I know."

38. "I just need to hear your voice, please."

39. "Let's keep it a secret."

40. “As much as I appreciate this random back hug, but would you mind telling me who you are?”

41. “If I gave you five bucks could you pretend you agreed to go on a date with me? I lost a bet and my friends are coming in like five minutes.”

42. “No, you don’t get to walk away with this. Not this time.”

43. “I don’t care where you go, just get away from me!”

44. "You should go talk to him!" "Oh, I'm sorry but if you've forgotten, I'm the nerd. He's the jock. He will bite my face off and then feed it to his friends." "You're being overdramatic."

45. "This is your final warning." "What? Sorry, I can't hear you!"

46. "Let me explain-" "No. Just, don't. Please."

47. "It's quiet. Too quie-" "HELLO?? IS ANYONE IN HERE?!"

48. "Heh, playing victim huh?"

49. "Was I not enough?" "I was just out with my mother, (Charac. Name)!?"

50. "I'm creating a pillow wall so that way you can't give me cooties."

51. "Goddamnit, I love you! Alright? Happy now? You figured out the big secret."

52. "Use your words, love. what do you want?"

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[galactic-magick]

Hey dear! I really love your works on dmitri❤️

Can i request headcanons where: reader and dmitri living together in america (yeah I'm getting inspired by this post of yours) and some Hawkins dude discriminates against Dmitri for being Russian or the reader who has "a communist in their house", during their usual outing together. But the reader is immediately ready to take Dmitri's defense and give that dude a piece of their mind.

((so sorry in advance if I accidentally got the grammar of gender-neutral pronouns wrong, unfortunately English is not my native language))

First of all thank you so much! Glad to see I'm attracting other Dmitri fans to my blog haha!

This will basically be a part 2 to my first headcanon fic about him :)

Have a Stranger Things request? Read this!

you still haven't admitted your interest in each other officially, but there's definitely something there that you can both feel at this point

even though it's still unspoken, Dmitri really wants to do something for you to show you how thankful he is for everything you've done for him

so one day he offers to make dinner for you, suggesting he could make a family recipe from back in Russia

you enthusiastically except the kind offer and you both head to the store to get ingredients

some of the stuff he needs there isn't an exact equivalent to what's available there but you try to get the closest thing

he uses a lot of his native language when pointing to the ingredients on the shelves and mumbling to himself when recalling what he needs

unfortunately one of your nosy neighbors who also happens to be in the store overhears your conversation, you've noticed him watching you and Dmitri from his front porch whenever you're outside lately so it's not surprising he comes up to you

"I knew something was going on!" he exclaims. "Did you really think you could bring a commie into your house and nobody would notice?"

"Leave us alone, George," you roll your eyes and try to walk away.

"You're a traitor to our country. I don't want someone like him living anywhere near me,"

"Then move away," you give him a passive aggressive smile.

he keeps following you even when you try to get away, so you grab Dmitri's hand and turn back around.

"You know what?" you point a finger at your ridiculous neighbor. "You can shut your fucking mouth. Dmitri is one of the kindest men I have ever met in my life and I don't give a shit where he came from, and you shouldn't either. I know you're too much of a coward to actually report him anyway, so you're gonna leave us alone, got that? And maybe face the fact for once that your hatred for others makes you such a blinded asshole that you can't see how good the people you hate can be,"

he doesn't say a thing after that, and you storm off with Dmitri towards the checkout

Dmitri has probably never been as attracted to you as he is in that moment

his heart is warm because you stood up for him so ferociously

he wonders if he should tell you how he really feels tonight over dinner, but he’s still scared

your house has become a true home, and he doesn’t want to mess that up

he makes you the meal and you love it of course

but he still hasn’t properly thanked you for what you did

“You did not have to say all of that for me today,” he says. “I do appreciate it,”

You smile, “You’re very welcome. I’ve been waiting for a reason to go off on that guy anyway, he’s always been a jerk,”

“I do not understand why you have been so kind to me,”

“Oh, shush, Dmitri. I’m so happy I met you and you’re the best roommate I could ask for. There’s literally no reason for me to not like you or be kind to you,”

“So...you enjoy having me around?”

“I love having you around!” you take his hand across the table. “Do I not act like I do?”

“I just wanted to make sure before I...” his gaze bounces around your features.

“Before what-”

he then leans in and gives you a quick kiss, cutting off your question

he didn’t think he was going to make a move right then, but he just went for it

you gasp a bit, but it quickly turns into a grin

“Well if you keep doing that then I’m going to like having you around even more,”

letting out a sigh of relief from your positive reaction, he doesn’t hesitate to kiss you again and again

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Fresh Morning Dew

Blog Details | Let’s take a trip

Poly!Marauders x Black! fem! reader (house neutral)

warning(s): not tooth-rotting fluff but pretty fluffy

word count: 1k

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Owls sing their song in the early morning. I woke up a couple of hours ago to soak in the silence of dawn. It’s one of the most perfect times to be awake. No one wants anything of you because no one is awake. It seems as if for one moment the world just stopped. Sometimes I wish it could stay like this.

This has been a tradition of ours ever since we became close. On the last day of summer, right before sunrise, we get a blanket and go to the highest and safest hill and watch the sun rise together. We kept up the tradition when we started dating. Now, no matter what is going on in our lives we make sure to keep this tradition alive. 

The routine is the same. Sirius and I are always the last to wake. We are more of moon rise people. Sometimes whenever there is a full moon, we’ll just stay awake and stargaze while lying on the same blanket that we lie on during sunrise. I’ll point out his star and he’ll point out my Zodiac constellation if they are visible in the sky. We then end up heading to bed around 2:30 in the morning when the moon has shifted out of sight to another part of the city behind the buildings. The following morning, James and Remus struggle to wake us from our slumber. It doesn’t take long until we realize why they are forcing us up and we decide to cooperate with them. Exactly what happened this morning. 

The soft plush rubs against my freshly shaven legs. Most of my weight was being put on my arms while I leaned back with my hands on the blanket. I’m only sporting my blue, striped cotton shorts and white tank top; thankful for the slight humidity that fills the summer morning air. My locs are pulled into a ponytail, but due to the length, it’s a moot point. They scratched against my back and arms, but it’s a sensation I’ve grown used to. No longer jumping when I think it’s an insect that has found its way onto my limbs. My shoes were on the grass next to my legs so as to not get the blanket dirty and wet with the morning dew. The sun peeked from behind the horizon. The lovely dark blue transitions to beautiful auburn. Not a single cloud was in the sky. Once the Sun was in full view, I transferred my gaze to my boys. The orange hues looked beautiful against their faces. Remus’ eyes were closed as he soaked in the morning. His long lashes fluttered against his cheeks. His scars were highlighted against the morning light, making him 10 times more gorgeous. Sirius’ sat next to him. His eyes weren’t closed, but they were squinted as he stared at the Sun full-on. His brown eyes shone brightly as the light hit them. His hair was up in a bun. I assume it was due to the humidity. Last was James. His head laid upon Sirius’ shoulder. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and wiped off the perspiration that found a home on the bottom of the bridge. I looked back at the Sun and mimicked Sirius. The darkness of the sky is behind us, indicating the day has truly started. Without moving my gaze, I picked up Remus’ hand and kissed the back of it. A content sigh slipped through my lips. After a moment, I placed his hand back in its original place on my thigh and reached over to get my shoes.

That was 3 hours ago. Once we got back inside of our flat, the boys went back to our bed. I smiled as they laid back down and held each other in their arms. You never get used to it. Finding the love of your life is an incredible feat and I have 3 of them. I should be considered the luckiest woman in the world. I do consider myself the luckiest woman in the world. I’m not rich nor do I have a big, fancy job. I’m rich in the fact that I have something that not many others have. These men are my world and I wouldn’t trade them for all the stars in the galaxy. I am however happy that they decided to go back to sleep. I’ve been trying to read this book, but lately, everything has been so hectic. We all have to be on the train to Hogwarts tomorrow. Only Remus and I have packed and we still have to get school supplies today. My mind is racing with all that we have to do as I pour tea into one of our novelty mugs. This mug is in the shape of a snowman and whenever the mug gets hot, the cheeks turn a warm pink. As the water rises in the mug, the colour slowly starts to emerge. While I wait for it to steep I can’t help but be drawn back to my boyfriends. I walk across the room and up the two steps that lead to the platform that our bed is on. James is Remus’ little spoon while Sirius faces James. Remus and Sirius's fingers are interlocked. Soft snores fill the area. I tiptoe over to the left side of the bed where Sirius is. My lips meet his cheek and his lips absently pull into a small smile. His eyes flutter open. First, his eyes see our boyfriends sleeping figures before his body slightly turns towards behind him where I stand. 

“Come lay down, lovely.” His fingers slip from Remus's and he holds his hand out to me. I open the cover enough to be able to slide in. Sirius scooches in to give me room. Once I’m lying behind him, I gently cover his hand with mine. I press myself against his back and with a kiss on the back of his neck, the tea is quickly forgotten about and my eyes shut to sleep through the rest of the morning.

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[okdeedee]

as i was saying

cassian andor x gn!reader - part of latch

an: Oh man. this is the first fic i’ve ever written or published. I’ve been reading fic since i was like 13. thank you to the majesty of andor for pushing me over the edge. interaction is welcome. a good song w the vibe of this fic is the title - "as i was saying" by jack johnson. just yearning.

done my absolute best to keep it as gender neutral and descriptionless as possible but let me know if there are slip ups Please. also i saw on the google that cassian's sister is called kerri. idc if thats not canon i think it's cute so i've adopted it here

wc: 2.5k words which i feel insane about. unbeta'd but i read it 5000 times out of pure anxiety.

rating: no warnings, but i’m an 18+ blog so minors? skedaddle. YEARNING. fluff and gentleness and some character exploration and a tiny bit of angst. hand holding 👀👀 and two small mentions of a scar from a burn. no use of y/n.

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There is something about Yavin 4 that reminds Cassian of his homeworld. He tries not to consider their similarities too often. He tries not to consider unproductive things at all - there is too much to do, and he is best at his work when he is in perpetual motion.

The air is thicker on Yavin than it was on Kenari. The ancient temples bear no resemblance to the wooden lean-tos and houses he spent those first years of his life in.

But every once in a while, something in the lush green, the smell of the damp soil, the low cry of a whisper-bird will jog Cassian’s memory and render him immobile for a minute.

He tries to remember his sister - Kerri - remembers how tiny she was when she was born, how long her hair grew and how soft it was. He can conjure parts of her in his mind, a glimpse of her big black eyes, the feel of her hand in his. The way her voice sounded when she giggled and called his name. Kassa.

It has been over two decades since he last saw her. 

Cassian gives up trying to remember pretty quickly, because a little part of him worries that if he tries too hard to recall her in her entirety, he will force out the few memories he has left. He loved her fiercely and he always will.

But there is work to do.

This morning is not going too badly - He managed to scrounge enough caf from the dregs of two canisters in the kitchen on base. The meeting with Senator Pamlo and General Draven was brief enough, if a little frustrating. He’s leading a training session in a couple hours and has an obscene amount of administrative work to get through, so he starts moving again.

Cassian is looking for K-2 in the east corner of the upper hangar to ask about a 3-rotation-long gap in the travel log when he hears a laugh. It starts soft, musical, then grows into an unabashed cackle. It darts and echoes around the ships in the hangar. Then, in a gleeful voice:

“K, I have a feeling Cassian wouldn��t want you to tell me that.”

He knows that voice. He knows that laugh. Cassian’s steps don’t falter, but it’s a close thing. Something like the burning sensation he felt when he got a little too close to the business end of an X-wing sears through his abdomen. He’s half rifling through his recent memories to figure out what on earth K-2 could be telling you, half trying to think of something unaffected and alluring to say to you once he rounds the corner of this hulking GR-75 that he knows you’ve been working on lately.

“Well, he should stop embarrassing himself on missions.” 

Another laugh. “Humans have a margin for error, unlike your faultless programming - don’t hold your breath.”

Cassian speaks as you come into view. “K doesn’t have lungs, so I’m not sure he’d be able to do that anyway.”

You turn and gasp a little – in shock, recognition – and there is a pause, during which Cassian is struck dumb by the joy in your eyes. Then your familiar beaming smile takes over your face, crinkling your nose and half-closing your eyes. You’re crouched down, your coveralls smeared with grease, surrounded by the innards of a shield generator. You wave, and Cassian only just remembers to raise a hand in greeting as he approaches.

“Speak of the man and he shall appear. To what do I owe the pleasure?” You ask, standing up and scrubbing your hands clean with a rag in your pocket.

Cassian runs a hand through his hair so he doesn’t do something embarrassing like reach out and help you up. 

“I was looking for K, but it seems like he’s been out ruining my reputation,” he tries instead.

K-2 turns just his head to Cassian, and gestures at him with a hydrospanner he must be holding for you. "You did that yourself. Levels of respect for you are lower than they were last quarter.”

You let out a short bark of a laugh. “What? K, you don’t really keep track of that, do you?”

“Do you want an assessment of the drop in percentages?”

“You’re joking,” you say, incredulous. 

“I am not,” K states, but there is a humorous lilt in his artificial voice.

Cassian huffs. “K-2 -”

“My strength is data, Cassian, it would be wise not to interrupt-“

“Nevermind that – what was he telling you?”

There is a mischievous glint in your eyes. “Just a little something about a faux-pas with a Chiss contact.”

Cassian and K-2 have an intense, eye-contact based silent conversation, which is impressive for a man with a considerable poker face and a droid with lightbulbs for eyes. 

Cassian loses. He looks over at you and your grease-stained hands. He meets your eyes. They’re still bright, somehow, in this overcast weather. 

Maybe not such a loss, then. 

“How was I supposed to know a handshake was too intimate for greeting a stranger?” 

You raise your eyebrows. “You could have researched. Unless you think you’re above that, Captain Andor?” 

Cassian flails and can’t find anything interesting to respond with. A silence stretches out between you. 

You start to shrink back into yourself, and you fiddle with the fastenings of your coveralls. It’s clear you feel you’ve overstepped. “Sorry. I’m just giving you a hard time. It’s an honest mistake; my brother made a similar one when we were growing up.” 

This is one of the many things about you that Cassian cannot understand, but feels honoured to experience. You give information about yourself, your past, your feelings quite freely. Cassian desperately wishes he could have the same openness with you. He wants, more than most things, for you to know him. 

But he has lost too many people by getting personal, and there is work to do. 

You interpret his silence for a lack of interest, and begin to turn away. “Sorry, Captain, I got carried away. You looked like you were on a mission. Did you need to speak to K-2?” 

You’re closing up before his eyes, and he hates it. Hates being responsible for dimming the light that radiates out of you.

“No! Please, I have nowhere to be until 1300. What did your brother do?” 

There’s a tiny grateful smile playing on your lips. 

“You’re sure?” 

“Yes. K, can you write the secondary report for that recon trip to Kijimi last week? General Draven wanted to see it.”

It’s a transparent ploy to get you alone, but it seems that K-2 is feeling lenient. He places the hydrospanner he was holding for you on the wing of the GR-75 and leaves without embarrassing Cassian any further. 

You sit down on an empty crate and pat a box opposite you. Cassian sits, and his brain alerts him to the fact that if he moved a little, his and your knees would touch.

“So, my brother. We grew up in a fairly reclusive… tribe? Village? A small community, and, turns out, a pretty distinct culture from other parts of the world.” 

“You grew up on Onderon, right?” 

You look thrilled that Cassian remembers. He can’t help but smile. 

“Yes! Anyway, we have this way of greeting, this gesture that is completely normal to us. It’s a sign of deep respect. One day, we head into civilisation for a meeting between a bunch of villages in our hemisphere. None of us get along, plus it’s wartime, so it’s really tense. The chairperson for the meeting is this beautiful, statuesque woman. My brother decides then and there that he just has to meet her, so he runs up to the chairperson in the middle of this very important meeting, takes her hand and does our greeting. 

“In our culture? Perfectly acceptable, if badly timed. In her culture, leaders like her are not to be touched on ceremonial days like that. They do special rituals beforehand to prepare people to speak for their village. She had to step down for the day. Not to mention my brother was seen to be raised poorly because of his tactlessness, which reflected terribly on our community as a whole. We got kicked out. He got the scolding of his life when we got home, but he talked about how amazing she was for days after.” 

You grin - there is pain in recalling the memory, but Cassian feels the joy in your voice as you recount it. He laughs, and it surprises him. 

He remembers the early days of living with Maarva and Clem, the language barrier. The quotidian things Cassian had to learn to keep up in Ferrix, like comms, or how to electronically lock the door. It was hard; the loss of Kerri was still fresh, he missed his home like a lung. But there were glimpses - the exasperated fondness in Clem’s eyes when he patched Cassian up after a tussle with a neighbour, Maarva’s wink when she’d sneak him sweets behind Clem’s back, the first time Bix smiled at him. 

He wants to tell you these things. He wants you to know him. 

Instead, he takes a steadying breath and asks, “How old were you both?”

Your head tilts upwards as you try to remember, and Cassian is entranced by the curve of your neck. 

“Oh, he would have been seven, or eight? Old enough to know better. I was four, I think.” 

“What’s the custom? What could possibly deserve that punishment?” 

You stare at a smudge on the leg of your coveralls, and shrug. “It’s nothing ridiculous, it’s just… relatively intimate.” 

Cassian can’t form any response to that. You look into his eyes. Then your eyes slowly travel down his neck, shoulders, and arms, until they stop at his hands that are folded in his lap. He burns under your intent gaze. 

“Turn to me. Give me your hand.” 

Cassian swivels, your knees touch his. He gingerly offers his left hand, palm facing down. You take it in both of yours. You close your eyes. 

Cassian feels like he is falling through space as you move his hand up to your forehead. The heel of his hand fits in the top of the bridge of your nose perfectly. Then you move his hand down, so the tip of your nose touches the bottom of his palm. Then, with a hint of a smile, you move the heel of his hand to your lips, and press a long, chaste kiss to his calloused skin. Your eyebrows furrow a little. Finally, you bring his three middle fingers to your lips, and kiss them too. 

You open your eyes and gaze into his. You bow your head, maintaining eye contact, then you place his hand back on his thigh. 

Cassian feels like his face is about the temperature of the Yavin system’s sun. He can hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears. He stares at you, dumbfounded. 

You snake your arms around your abdomen and tuck your chin into your shoulder. You’re not looking at him anymore. “So…Yep. That’s the…that’s how we greet people.” 

You uncross your arms and pick at your fingernails, staring resolutely at the dusty ground. The sun peeks out from the overcast sky, and casts a shadow of your eyelashes onto your cheek. He knows he should say something; make sure you know you shouldn’t be embarrassed, but he's paralysed by how much he wants you to do it again.  

The clouds roll in again, and the shadow on your cheek is gone. 

You shift - his silence has made you self-conscious again. You flash him a quick apologetic smile, stand up, and start moving back to your work. 

Cassian lunges forward and grabs your hand. You turn around, eyes wide. He hopes you can’t feel his racing pulse. He pulls you toward him gently, puts your hand in both of his. He studies it, the callouses where your palm meets each of your fingers, the scar that curls around your index and middle fingers.

“How did you get this?” He murmurs. 

You breathe in like you’ve been winded. “What?” 

“This scar. How did you get it?” 

Your hand is shaking just slightly as you answer back quietly, “I dropped an arc welder last year. Instinctively tried to catch it with my other hand. Didn’t go too well.” 

Before he can come to his senses, Cassian moves your hand to his forehead and closes his eyes. He presses the heel of your palm to the bridge and then the tip of his nose. He stops, opens his eyes and looks up. You’re looking at him with an intensity he wouldn’t be able to name if he tried. He stays looking at you, watching for any sign of discomfort. He doesn’t see any, so he presses a gentle kiss to your palm. He stays there and closes his eyes again, inhales the scent of metal, sweat, and engine oil. It’s not particularly pleasant, it isn’t like the flowers that bloom every once in a while deep in Yavin’s forests, but it’s you, and that’s all Cassian wants. 

He hums and moves your fingers to his lips, where he kisses the scars on your fingers. Your breath hitches, barely audible. 

He looks into your eyes, bows his head, and lets go of your hand. Your hand stays suspended in the air while you stare at it. 

“I-” 

“You-”

You wring your hands together. “Sorry. You talk.” 

Cassian stands, and realises a second too late that he is very much in your personal space. Your noses almost touch. He takes a step back, and the moment you both just inhabited has gone. His mind is moving more coherently, at the cost of his chest feeling hollow.

“You said it was a sign of respect. I wanted to - ah. Just…thank you for telling me. About your brother.” 

You smile politely; a little shyer than before. “I - I’m sure you’re busy. I’m sorry for rambling. But thank you for listening. And for… I haven’t been greeted in that way in a long time. So. Thank you.” 

You start to dart around, grabbing tools, looking haphazardly for parts. You avoid looking at Cassian altogether. 

He wants to go back to fifteen seconds ago, when he held your hand in his. When there was some warm, open thing flowing between the two of you, whatever it was. As you sidle past Cassian to reach a servodriver, he gently places his hand on your shoulder. 

“Don’t apologise. Please. It’s… it was nice.” 

You smile timidly, and nod. “Alright.” 

Cassian drops his hand. You start moving. “I should get back to work.”

Cassian clears his throat. “Me too.” 

Neither of you move.

You smile at the ground, laugh quietly. There is something whimsical in your lack of subtlety. Cassian chuckles as well. You make eye contact and giggle for a couple seconds like you're sharing an inside joke. It subsides, and you stand in silence. 

You wave at him, awkwardly, because he's still standing quite close to you.

“I’ll see you around, Cass.” 

Cassian’s heart soars, but he manages to respond with a breezy “See you.” 

As he walks away, Cassian hears you humming some song he doesn’t recognise.

I’ll see you around, Cass. 

For now, there is work to do. Cassian feels that he might just have the energy to do it. 

He thinks he’ll tell you about Maarva next time. 

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BTS Reaction: Their S/O is Insecure About Their Weight

Prompts: Reaction to their gf being insecure about her curves, please? Especially her belly and her pretty large thighs/hips?

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reaction to finding out that their s/o is really insecure about their weight and is doing harmful diets?

Requested? Yes

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Insecurities, mentions of harmful diets/eating disorders

Gender neutral reader. Gifs are not mine!

AN: I combined the two requests as they were similar, I also changed the request to gender neutral, but it can still be read as female reader. Please read the warnings! If you are sensitive to them please do not proceed. Also, these are way longer than they should have been and are pretty much mini imagines.

Disclaimer: This is a repost from my original blog, this is my own original work and not copied.

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Kim Namjoon:

You had always stopped by BigHit on your way home from work/school to check up on him and make sure that he was eating. Due to this, Namjoon had assumed that you were taking care of yourself the same way you cared for him. He never realized how you never ate with him, how you always brushed it off saying you weren’t hungry, or how you seemed to be getting thinner by the minute. It was only when one of the other members brought it up to him that he truly noticed. You had stopped by his studio with food, as you normally did, and were getting ready to leave when he gently grabbed your wrist.

“Have you eaten yet Baby, why don’t you stay and eat with me?” You forced yourself to smile at him and shook your head.

“No thanks, I’m not hungry. Besides, you need it more than I do.” Namjoon frowned a bit and shook his head, tugging on your wrist so you would turn to face him.

“You say that every night, why don’t you want to eat with me?” The hurt look he gave you made you immediately feel guilty, trying to think of a way to explain yourself.

“It’s not you, I just haven’t had much of an appetite recently,” you admitted, hoping he would leave it at that. Of course, he didn’t, instead standing and leading you over to the couch so you were sitting facing each other.

“Alright, what’s going on?” he asked, “you keep denying meals saying you’re not hungry, but it’s clear that you’re not eating. Don’t you know how unhealthy that is?” You looked away, trying to hold back your tears as he rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb. He wasn’t rushing you to speak, but you knew he wouldn’t let you leave without an answer.

“It’s just, I’ve been gaining weight recently and I really don’t like the way I look so I thought if I dieted that I could change that.” Namjoon was silent as he let go of your hand, which made you even more nervous, before pulling you into a tight hug.

“Baby,” he cooed, “it doesn’t matter that you’ve gained a little bit, you are still the most attractive person I have ever seen. If you want to lose weight then I’ll support you, but you need to do that through proper diet and exercise, not by starving yourself.” When he felt you nod, he smiled and kissed your head. “I love you! Now, let’s eat!”

Kim Seokjin:

Jin noticed your changes immediately, given he would often be the one to cook for the both of you. He noticed how you would barely touch your food, or push it around to make it look like you ate more than you actually had. At first, he had been hurt thinking that you didn’t like his cooking. However, he soon noticed that you never really ate anything, maybe having a piece of fruit for a snack but that was it. It soon became too much, and Jin was desperate to get to the bottom of it. That night, he made your favorite dish, knowing that it would be impossible for you to reject it. Sure enough, he saw how your expression went from pleased to distressed as you only took a few bites before forcing yourself to stop.

“Alright,” he exclaimed, causing you to jump, “what is going on?”

“What do you mean?” you asked, trying to play innocent. You knew Jin had picked up on what you were doing, but you had hoped he wouldn’t question it.

“You know exactly what I mean!” he scolded, “for the past week you have barely eaten anything. At first I just thought that you didn’t like my cooking but now it is obvious that something is going on. So why exactly are you starving yourself?” You looked down at your hands for a moment before speaking.

“Isn’t it obvious? You’re Mr. Worldwide Handsome, you’re tall and fit and could have anyone you want. Meanwhile I just look awful, I’m not fit and my thighs are huge and-”

“Alright, enough of that!” cut you off as he sprung up from his chair and walked over to you. He pulled your own out so you were facing him before placing a hand on your chin to make you look up at him. The way he was looming over you and his expression made you sink into your chair a bit. “Y/N L/N, you are a beautiful person. You are not fat, you are perfectly healthy, and I will not sit here and let you harm your body like this. I don’t know what possessed you to think these things but starving yourself is only going to make you sick. I fell in love with the way you are and I would never want you to change, understand?” You nodded slightly, not trusting your voice. “Now, you are going to finish your dinner and then we are spending the whole night cuddling. I will not take no for an answer.”

Min Yoongi:

Anytime you got insecure over your body, Yoongi would immediately be there to kiss you and reassure you that you were perfect to him. You always believed him for a bit, but there would always be something to drag you back to your insecurities. This time, Yoongi was not there to help you. He had been touring with BTS the last few months and had been too busy to really call and check up on you. You knew that he would be mad if he found out what you had been doing to yourself, but you didn’t want to trouble him either. He was stressed enough with performances and didn’t need your insecurities weighing him down either. Instead, you would lie and assure him that you were eating and taking care of yourself whenever he called. Since he didn’t have much time to really confirm or question you about it, he just assumed you were being honest with him. You had managed to lose a fair amount of weight while he was gone, but you still didn’t feel attractive enough. As you stood, only in your underwear, in front of the mirror, you still felt disgusted.

“Come on,” you whined, pinching and pulling at your stomach, “all of that dieting and I still look massive.” Unfortunately, since you were too focused on trying to lose weight, you forgot that Yoongi was finally coming home from tour. You also didn’t hear the door open, or notice your boyfriend standing in the hallway until you saw him walk up behind you. His arms snaked around your waist while his head rested on your shoulder, pulling you against him. You didn’t have to say anything, the look in his eyes said it all. Just from the sight in front of him, he knew what you were doing and he was upset. Mad at himself for not noticing sooner, and mad at you for lying to him. He wishes you would have told him what was going through your mind.

“You know I love you right?” he whispered, “and you know what I see when I look at you? I see the most beautiful person I’ve laid my eyes on.” He ran his hand across your waist as he spoke, watching your expression through the mirror. “Every part of you is perfect, and you don’t have to change anything. I’ll tell you as many times as I have to before you believe me. So please, don’t do this to yourself.” Tearing up a bit, you turn and wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him softly before pulling away.

“Thank you, Yoongi.”

Jung Hoseok:

“I really don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Come on Jagi, it’ll be fun!” Hoseok had been trying to get you to come to practice with him all morning. You two never got to spend any time together, and he figured this was a good solution. Not too mention the fact that he has been wanting to teach you to dance for a while. You always promised him that you would go when the time was right, but now you seemed to be backing off. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to spend time with your boyfriend, but you were insecure about going to practice with him. All of the members were really tone and fit, especially Hoseok, but you were a bit more on the chubby side. Especially in your legs, which you knew would be more obvious if you tried to dance. Of course, Hobi didn’t know about this, and you didn’t intend for him to know.

“Look, maybe next time, but you should probably get going before you’re even more late.” Hoseok frowned a bit, dropping his bag as he walked over to you.

“You’ve been saying that for months,” he whined, “why don’t you want to hang out with us?” You shook your head, not wanting to argue about this anymore.

“I just don’t want to! You’ll be better off without me holding you back anyway.” you had muttered the last part to yourself, but he still managed to hear it.

“Hold me back? What are you talking about?” he asked.

“Don’t you get it Hobi? I can’t dance. I’m not as fit as you and the guys are and I’ll look like a joke compared to the rest of you!” He stood there in shock as you tried to control your breathing. Realizing that you had just snapped at him, your expression immediately softened, “Look I didn’t mean to-” Hoseok cut you off by pulling you into a tight hug, you resting your head on his shoulder.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, “You’re fine the way you are, and there is no reason for you to compare yourself to us. If you feel uncomfortable and don’t want to dance then I won’t force you too, but I think that you will really enjoy it if you try. At least come watch us dance though? I still want to spend time with you.” Sighing softly, you nodded.

“Alright fine, let’s go.”

Park Jimin:

Jimin wasn’t dumb, he knew what you were doing the moment you excused yourself from the dinner table early, saying that you weren’t feeling well. He knew what you were doing when you would only eat small bites when he was looking and then throw away the rest of your food when his back was turned. He knew, because he had done the exact same thing. Jimin knew how stressful beauty standards were, and the pressure to always look your best. The harmful diets that many idols were forced to go on in order to keep their perfect figure, and the negative effects that come as a result. You had just recently debuted as an idol, and it seemed you were falling down that same rabbit hole.

“Hey Y/N,” Jimin had a break so he decided to come visit you at practice, shocking you and your members, “hope you guys don’t mind if I watch?”

“Not at all,” you said, clearly out of breath as you leaned against the wall for support.  Right away Jimin noticed how sick you looked, barely managing to stay awake and extremely pale. It worried him, but he trusted that you knew your limit so he didn’t say anything. Something he immediately regretted when you stood up and started practicing again. You didn’t even make it to the chorus of the song before you collapsed, hitting the ground hard. Jimin was by your side in seconds, helping you sit up and making you lean on him for support.

“What were you thinking? You could seriously get hurt doing this,” he sighed a bit and ran his hand through his hair, “we’re going to get you something to eat and then you’re resting for the rest of the day. You need to eat from now on, no arguments.”

Kim Taehyung:

Taehyung knew that you were actively trying to lose weight, but he didn’t exactly know how you were doing it. All you told him was that you had started dieting, and assured him that you would take care of yourself. You didn’t want him to worry about you, and you knew if he found out how little you were eating that he would. It actually took Tae awhile to realize just how thin you were getting. He didn’t get to see you in person often due to his comeback and couldn’t see you over text messages. Meaning that, when he finally came home and saw just how sick you looked, he freaked out.

“Jagi, when is the last time you’ve eaten?” he asked, holding you at arms length so he could take in your figure. You paused for a second before answering.

“I had a protein shake this morning.”

“That’s not enough,” Tae shook his head, “when was the last time you had an actual meal?” Once again you paused, giving him his answer. Taehyung sighed before pulling out his phone, dialing a familiar number.

“Who are you calling?” you asked.

“Jin-hyung, I’m going to ask him if he could make a nice dinner for us.” Your eyes widened and you started protesting, but he ignored you as he continued the call with his hyung. Only when he hung up the phone did you speak.

“Why would you do that? I told you that I was on a diet!” you raised your voice in frustration, while he just gave you a sad look. Both of you stood there in silence as he waited for you to calm down, pulling you into a hug once you finally did.

“Starving yourself is not a diet. If you want to diet properly then I will help you, but it hurts me to see you looking like this, it’s not healthy.” You wanted to argue, but the sad tone of his voice stole your words. Taehyung pulled away enough to look at you, his eyes holding all of his emotions back, “Stop hurting yourself, please.”

“Okay.”

Jeon Jungkook:

You and Jungkook made a habit of working out together whenever you could. Sometimes you would work out at the gym together, or other times you would just go for a jog around the block. It was something you both enjoyed and it allowed you to spend time with your hard working boyfriend. Normally, Jungkook would tone down his routine a bit so that you could keep up, knowing that you were not able to handle the more intense routines. Recently though, he noticed that you had been pushing yourself a lot more. You would constantly try to out run him, or use the same machines as him, clearly trying to match his pace. Which was alarming given the fact that you weren’t as experienced with these things as he was. Eventually, after seeing you almost hurt yourself trying to do too many pullups, Jungkook decided to confront you.

“Y/N,” he said softly, “you’re going to hurt yourself if you keep pushing your limit. What is going on?” Realizing that he had caught on, you decided that it would be best to just be upfront with him about it.

“Why are you with me Jungkook?” That was not what he was expecting, so it took him a moment to process what you just asked.

“What?”

“Why are you with me?” you asked again, “you are so fit and handsome, there are millions of people who would do anything to be with you. Meanwhile, I’m over here looking like I’m constantly bloated. I am bigger than you are and can’t even keep up with a simple jog so why even bother.” Jungkook choked on his water, needing a second to catch his breath before he kneeled down in front of you.

“Y/N, I don’t know what made you think all of that but I can assure you it’s not true. You’re not bloated, and you’re not unfit, and so what if you’re a bit heavier than I am? You still work out and stay active, and you eat well so you’re healthy and that’s all that matters. If you want to try and do more, then you need to ease into it or else you’re going to do more harm than good. Trust me.”

“Are you sure you don’t mind the way I look?” you asked hesitantly, making him laugh a bit.

“Are you kidding? I love the way you look, no matter what size you are. I promise I would never leave you over something like that, ever.” The second you looked up and your eyes met his, you knew he meant every word of it.

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Good job Jax 👍glad you spoke your heart out to @daughterofthedigitalcircus keep doing that she probably won't talk to anyone now I hope it's the case I'm not trying to harass her just I think she deserves to be told off 👍 for her issue and I hope everyone shows her she can't vent to anyone

[mod: for fucks sake you people need to LEAVE HER ALONE

I SAID NO BECAUSE OF MY PAST TRAUMA

I DONT KNOW WHATS TRUE OR NOT IN THEIR SITUATION SO IM NOT FOR OR AGAINST THEM I JUST WANT PEOPLE TO BE HAPPY AND YOU COWARDS WHO HIDE BEHIND THE COMFORTABLE MASK OF ANONYMITY TO BE ASSHOLES WILL NEVER AND I MEAN NEVER EVER BE TOLERATED. I DONT CARE, SHE COULD BE SATAN INCARNATE BUT I WILL NOT EVER TOLERATE HATE ON ANY OF MY BLOGS UNLESS ITS TO CALL OUT BIG FUCKED UP PEOPLE AND EVEN THENIT WILL NEVER BE GENUINE HATE. YOU DONT KNOW THE FULL TRUTH OF HER STORY IM SURE, JUST LIKE I DONT SO YOU ALL NEED TO STOP IT BEFORE I TURN OFF ALL ANONYMOUS ASKS AND BLOCK ANY AND EVERYONE WHO TRIES TO BE AN ASS. IM NOT FOR OR AGAINST HER. I DO NOT KNOW THE TRUTH. BUT EVEN THEN SHES A MINOR!! STOP IT. STOP. IT. JUST LEAVE HER BE. ITS CRUEL. HARASSING PEOPLE TO THE POINT WHERE THEY FEEL THE NEED TO GO AROUND AND FIND ANYONE WHO WILL LISTEN IS FUCKING UNACCEPTABLE! WHAT IF SHE COMMITS SELF HARM, OR WORSE?! WHAT THEN??? BECAUSE IT WILL BE YOUR FAULT. GOD YOU ARE INSUFFERABLE AND INSANE SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! once again: I don’t know the truth so I’m remaining neutral but that does NOT mean you get to bully people to the point where they consider suicide. It will not be tolerated. Shame on you. Fucking unbelievable. Until you have proof she did what people are claiming, shut the fuck up. Just shut up. You are HORRIBLE and in the WRONG. HOLY FUCKING SHIT DUDE?! I’m so done. So so done.]

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[musings-of-a-rose]

Hi I saw that your taking Steven grant request so can I request a Steven grant x reader cuddling sessions I just wanna to hug him

How Lucky We Are

Pairing: Steven Grant x gn!reader

Word Count: 480+

Rating: This is fluffy but my blog is rated mature - 18+ ONLY!

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Notes: I haven’t written any Moonknight fics yet - been a little intimidated to try! But Steven is a baby and cuddle times just sound lovely. This is a bit short, but it’s some TLC cuddling for Mr. Grant because he deserves it! I also kept it gender neutral, since you didn’t indicate anything specific!

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The door to the flat quietly closes behind him. He sighs, exasperated by another day of getting hounded and belittled by his manager, by customers, by nearly everyone. He leans his back against the door, resting his head on the hard surface as he closes his eyes. 

“Rough day?” I ask.

His eyes open and see me standing in front of him, giving him a warm smile. 

“No more rough than usual, lov.”

I can see it in his face, the way all of the criticism wears on him, how often he’s been denied working in other areas of the museum grinding at him. He’s smart, fuck he’s smart. It’s just no one seems to take the time to listen to Steven, actually listen to him. 

“Shoes off. Come with me.” My command is gentle and he acquiesces, sliding off his boots with a moan. 

I stretch my hand out and he takes it, letting me guide him to the bedroom. Once inside, I turn to face him, fingers gripping the edge of his shirt, silently asking for permission with raised eyebrows. He nods, ever so slightly and I help him undress down to his undershirt and boxers. 

Turning to the bed, I pull back the sheets and slide in, leaning my upper back against a stack of pillows so I’m propped up. Patting the bed next to me, I look at Steven.

“Come here.”

His eyes take me in, gentle love radiating out from him as he slides in next to me, placing his head on my chest and wrapping his arm around my middle. His leg slides over mine and he clings to me, holding tight as if afraid I’d disappear the moment he lets go. One of my hands rests on his forearm that’s wrapped around me and the other comes up to massage his scalp, alternating with running my fingers through his hair as best I can while tugging gently every now and then. Steven moans under my touch, all the stress and worry from the day seeping out of him at a rapid pace.

“I love it when you do that.” He mumbles into my chest. 

“Sshh. Just relax. Take a rest. I’ll wake you in a bit for dinner.”

He nods, ever so slightly as sleep claims him. He knows that if I’m here, I won’t let him wander out of the room to God knows where. He knows I’ll keep him safe. He’s told me how he feels so incredibly lucky to have found me, the one good thing in his world. He pulls me in tighter as he thinks about his luck, sleep finally claiming him. 

I continue to hold Steven and massage his scalp, listening to his breathing as it changes to sleep. Honestly, I really can’t believe my luck in meeting him - he is the one good thing in my world and I would do anything to protect him.

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Hi everyone!

This is a side blog, meaning I cannot respond to commets, however, my person blog is @sm2020 and sometimes I respond from that

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THIS IS A 18+ page, MDNI because I do write and share smut, but you can also find some fluff and angst

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I’m going to be making some changes to this blog.

Keeping up with the trends (mostly my obsessions), I’m going to be making this a multifandom page. Here’s who I’ll be writing for:

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[pintsizemama]

Freezing Fingers

Day 4

Summary: While repairing damage to the Razor Crest your hands go numb from the cold. Din helps to warm you.

Pairings: Din Djarin x Reader (gender neutral), Din Djarin x You

Fandom: The Mandalorian

Rating: Mature 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 584

Warnings: longing/pining, slight sexual tension…let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: This takes place during the episode The Passenger in Season 2.

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“Any luck?” You asked, arms wrapped around yourself to ineffectually ward off the freezing temperatures. Din looked up from where he was crouched trying to fix the Crest. After a close call with some x-wings, you had crash landed on this ice planet. You were transporting a frog woman and her eggs to Trask in exchange for information on the location of more Mandalorians. After crashing into the cave you were now trapped in, you all woke up to discover the Razor Crest in shambles around you.

“I’m not sure,” Din’s deep, modulated voice answered you. “The damage is severe…I’m doing the best I can, but I don’t know.”

“N-Need any help?” You offered with a shiver. Din sighed and looked over the damage.

“Yeah,” he replied. “We need all the help we can get if we wanna get off this damn planet.” You nodded and grabbed some tools to get to work. You both worked silently, fixing everything you could as quickly as you could. Your gloves kept getting in the way, so you had removed them early on in your efforts. That had been several hours ago, and your fingers were numb now. The third time you dropped the wrench you were holding with a loud clang Din tossed his own tools down and came to stand beside you.

“Having some trouble?” He asked.

“N-No,” you stuttered through the cold seeping into your bones. He glanced down at your hands.

“Meshla, your fingers are blue!” He scolded. He ripped his own gloves off, and before you even had the chance to marvel at the sight of his bare skin, he was grasping your hands in his. He rubbed them between his hands, trying desperately to warm you up. When that wasn’t working, he lifted his visor enough to reveal a lush mouth. Your jaw dropped as you witnessed the mysterious Mandalorian reveal more of himself than ever before.

He pulled your hands up to his mouth and breathed hot air onto them. You shivered—and not from the cold.

“W-What are y-you d-doing?” You sputtered.

“Trying to warm you,” he said lowly. It was the first time you had heard his voice unmodulated…and it was beautiful.

“Your v-voice,” you rasped. Din stilled. It was as if he only just realized how exposed he was. He slowly lowered his helmet. Your heart clenched at the loss of his lips. He gently pulled you closer. He shifted things slightly so he could tuck your hands into his flight suit beneath the beskar. You gasped when you felt the molten hot bare skin of his chest against your freezing hands.

“D-Din?” You whispered.

“It’s alright, meshla,” he whispered back. “Just get warm.” You nodded and tried to focus your attention on anything but how incredibly sexy the man before you was. Several minutes passed. Your shivers subsided and your fingers thawed out. He gently removed your hands and picked up your gloves. He pulled them on for you and gave your hands one last squeeze before letting you go.

“Keep those on,” he ordered softly. You looked down at your gloves and nodded. Before you could say anything, the child grabbed your attention. The frog lady had disappeared further into the cave.

“Dank farrik,” Din cursed. He sighed heavily. “Let’s go find her.” You followed behind Din and the child, your hands still tingling from the feel of his skin. You smiled to yourself. Maybe you’d forget to wear your gloves more often.

Day 5

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[my-lord-khonshu]

Swallow’s Flight

**Update:** I made up a name for this fic. We’re going with this name. Also, there is an 18+ follow up to this fic with smut. If you’re a minor, don’t read it (and don’t look at the rest of my blog please).

I have no beta reader, we’re doing this blind because I wrote this on impulse. I never write fanfiction so go easy on me.

This is because of a chain of posts where @johnny-simpfinger said “ You guys think he’d ever just scoop ya up and take you for a romantic fly in the clouds among the stars” and now I’m going to write about it.

Reader is gender neutral in this (although I’m AFAB and I sort of modeled the reactions after myself?) and Khonshu’s avatar, no smut, just fluff and some angst because being the fist of Khonshu isn’t easy.

You rarely got a vacation. If you weren’t studying, you were at Khonshu’s side. Gods know how you had managed to keep it together for this long. You couldn’t tell if it was Khonshu’s blessing or coffee that got you through the days.

Of course, when you had asked for a weekend to go camping, Khonshu threw a tantrum. Heavens forbid that his fist of vengeance got tired of the city and wanted to leave.

“I refuse. You pledged yourself to me, little swallow. Your place is here,” he fumed.

“Khonshu, I have been going out almost every single night after murderers and traffickers in your name. While studying for and finishing my exams, mind you,” you sighed, rolling your eyes at the god.

Naturally, he didn’t like your snark. The air swirled around you as the lights flickered and your coffee mug spilled over.

“Darn it, I just made that. Could you stop acting like a child for five seconds? I deserve one weekend to myself.”

You walked over to the kitchen to grab a towel to clean up the mess. Khonshu loomed over you.

“Little swallow, I have allowed you your mortal life, but as long as you live, you belong to me. I have only indulged you since you remain in close proximity to our enemies.”

“And I have snuffed out the lives of our enemies and carved crescents into their skin as a warning to those who would follow in their depravity,” you spat back at him. “I told you, I am going camping. Alone. It is the least you could do for me after our last job.”

You walked past him and knelt on the floor to clean up your drink. You gripped the towel tightly as you remembered the fight you had two weeks ago.

You had been tracking the traffickers for months, and finally you had found where their boss had kept their “prized stock”. So many young women trapped by those monsters.

In a fit of rage, you had slashed through anyone who stood in your way. You wanted this to end tonight.

You’d been careless. You freed the women and rushed them out the emergency exit, but in your single-minded desire to save them, you didn’t account for reinforcements showing up.

You remembered the way the bullets had riddled your skin and how your body was dragged in front of their leader. They pushed you onto your knees and tore off the wrappings covering your face.

“So, this is the scum that has been lurking around our operation? How does it feel to play hero now?” he gloated.

You were delirious but you still had enough focus to spit at his feet. Blood mixed with saliva soaked into his loafers. See how easily that washes out, you bastard. You smirked at the thought.

The man glowered at you and kicked your stomach. You doubled over and he took his foot and planted it onto your head, grinding it into the concrete. “You think that’s funny, you bitch?”

“What’s funny is that I actually needed that to jolt me awake.” You grabbed his ankle and threw him against the wall.

The rest of the night was a blur. You remember flashes of anger and pain. Broken bones and screams cut short.

The one thing you do remember clearly is that man’s face, filled with fear as you held him up by the neck, his hands grasping at yours trying to get free. The bodies of his men were littered around you.

Khonshu appeared to you at the end of the alleyway. You looked into his eye sockets and you knew he was pleased with your work. You weren’t sure if you were glad or disgusted with yourself, but you knew what you needed to do.

You took your knife and stabbed it into the man’s stomach, pressing slowly and twisting it in his gut. “That is for me.”

You grabbed the knife and pulled it out of him before stabbing it back into his chest. “And that is for Emily. And THAT is for Alessandra. And-”

You listed name after name, driving the knife into the man over and over again. You weren’t sure what time it is when you were done, but you saw the first glow of the dawn reach the sky and felt the power of the moon wane.

You dropped the man’s body to the ground and let the suit around you dissolve. Then you fell to your knees and sobbed. You watched as your tears fell to the ground, mixing with the blood you had spilled.

Khonshu stood in front of you. He put his hand under your chin and tilted your head up to look at him. “It is over now, my swallow. Those serpents will not harm anyone ever again. Their leader is gone and their organization in tatters. I am truly proud of you.”

You glared at him. “I’m not.”

You knocked away his hand and rose to your feet. You stumbled away, not knowing where you were going, but anywhere was fine as long as Khonshu was not within your sight. Your wounds may have healed, but the way you felt after that night was more difficult to mend.

You hadn’t spoken to Khonshu until you saw him again today and asked him to go camping alone. You weren’t sure if it was because you were mad at him or mad at the monster inside yourself that reared its head that night.

That night was not just a mission to protect the helpless. It was also a slaughter. And you had loved every second of it.

He didn’t lurk in the hallways outside of your exam rooms like he used to do. Maybe he had thought twice about being proud of you. Maybe he was also ashamed to have you as his avatar.

You tried not to think too hard on it and buried yourself in your books, trying to cloak yourself in your normal, average university life.

You were jolted out of your thoughts when Khonshu rested your hand on your shoulder. “Allow me,” he said, kneeling beside you and prying your fingers from the bunched-up towel.

Could he tell what I was thinking about? You knew that he saw into your mind the first time you had met, but you weren’t sure how much Khonshu had done that since.

You watched as Khonshu cleaned up the coffee and rose to rinse the towel at your kitchen sink. Since when does he do things like this for me? The god’s mood shifted like the phases of the moon, but never had he done something nice for you. It was always you that served him.

You pulled your chair away from the table and sat. Khonshu turned and said, “Very well. If it is what you wish, you may have this…camping trip. On one condition.”

“Which is?” you asked.

“You do not go alone. I will be with you. In case I need to take you back to the city to continue our work.”

You sighed. Of course, he would stipulate something like this. So much for a relaxing vacation.

“Fine, but you’re sitting in the back seat. If you can even fit into my car.”

The drive was a nightmare. Khonshu had altered his height, so he indeed did fit into your car. However, he was the worst backseat driver on the planet. It would be funny how concerned he was for your propensity to drive 20 kilometers per hour above the highway speed limit if it wasn’t absolutely irritating.

“Why does a god care about speeding? You literally can appear anywhere on the planet in a split second. Talk about being over the speed limit,” you scoffed.

“Because it would be an inconvenience if your mortal police force were to see your flagrant disregard for the law,” he griped.

“We’re in the middle of nowhere. Do you see a car in front of me or behind me? No? Then shush, you old bird,” you hissed back.

When you got to the campsite, you immediately got to work unpacking and pitching your tent. Khonshu stood by and watched you, having grown back to his normal size.

“Okay, if you insist on just standing there, you might as well be useful. Here, set up the tarp, it might rain.” You handed him the rolled-up plastic tarp and rope.

“What do I do with this?” He tilted his head, confused.

“You’re taller than me. Plus, you’re an almighty god, aren’t you? Figure it out.”

“I do not understand-”

“Take the rope and tie the tarp at all corners to the trees so the tarp hangs slanted over my tent, and gravity carries the water off one corner, and I don’t get soaked, okay?” You gestured agitatedly with your hands, trying to convey what you meant.

“I’m not a good fist of vengeance if I get a cold, right?” That was all you were to him. A pawn for him to keep close by so you could serve him. You used to accept your role, but now you wish you hadn’t so readily agreed.

By the time the sun started to set, you had a complete tent and Khonshu had managed to hang the tarp. That, and grumble for an hour about how his fingers were too thick to tie the knots.

You chopped up the firewood you brought and lit your campfire. When the fire had reduced to embers, you threw some tinfoil wrapped potatoes in and started to grill some vegetables over a pan on the grate that came with the firepit.

You gazed up at the sky and your eyes narrowed as you spotted the dark storm clouds on the horizon. You saw a flash of lightning between the clouds and heard the distant rumble of thunder.

“Of course, a 30% chance of rain means not a drizzle,” you complained.

You turned your head back down to the fire, turning the vegetables so they wouldn’t burn. You felt the wind suddenly pick up and your hair whip around.

You looked up and no longer saw any clouds in the sky. It was a perfectly clear evening.

“What just happened? I swear that…” Your voice trailed off as you turned to look at Khonshu. The god almost looked sheepish. As if he was caught red handed.

Okay, now there is something really wrong with this bird brain.

If you had asked Y/N to describe the god, there would be a few insults like “toddler” and “empty skulled”. Followed by “wrathful”, “powerful”, and “unforgiving”.

Praise came rarely from him. It needed to be earned. Favours were reserved for actions that helped you take revenge on those who harmed the innocent.

Cleaning up spilled coffee? Surprising. Clearing the sky of a storm? Either Khonshu wanted to be imprisoned by the Ennead for encroaching on Set’s domain or…he actually cared.

You swiftly turned your head away from him and focused on your dinner, trying not to blush.

You were lying down on the grass, gazing up in wonder at the stars. The harsh streetlights and digital billboards back home blocked out all of the Milky Way, but here it was before your eyes.

You heard Khonshu approach and set his staff down on the ground. He sat down and copied you, lying down and looking up at the night sky with you. A full moon was rising, and you wondered if Khonshu had also exerted his influence to strengthen its silver light.

“It’s beautiful,” you marveled. “I needed this.”

You lay there in silence again until Khonshu spoke. “I am sorry, little swallow. For leaving you alone these past weeks. I thought you needed time to focus and to conclude your affairs with your education, but I see now I was wrong.”

You turned to look at the god. “I was angry. At first, I thought it was because of you, because what I did for you, but I chose to do that and I’m just as much of a monster as them and I-“

Your voice cut off as Khonshu pulled you into a hug. Your breath caught in your throat. You had never been so close to the god before.

“My little swallow. You are not a monster. You are more beautiful than the heavens above us. You forget the good you did that night, of the women you saved. You are always too quick to forget the good inside of you. Whether it is with your mortal life or at my side as my fist.”

He was right. You had hated your life before you met Khonshu, despising every shortcoming you perceived, no matter the size. Back when you had a therapist, she told you that blocking out the good things you do from your mind was called “disqualifying the positive”.

But can you still be good when you were a murderer, even if the ones you killed were also criminals?

“I feel the struggle inside of you to reconcile what your mortal society has raised you to believe, with serving me faithfully,” he remarked. “But know this my swallow; I will never lead you astray. I will always be here to protect you and protect those who walk in my moonlight.”

He took your hand and pulled you up with him as he stood. “I have something to show you.”

Khonshu opened his other hand and held it under the full moon’s light. A necklace with a crescent moon charm materialized, as if moonlight had crystalized in his hand.

He let go of your hand and took the silver chain so he could reach around to place the necklace around your neck. Your hand reached up to touch the charm. Despite seeming like it was made of metal and you had witnessed him conjure it out of moonlight, it was warm against your fingers.

“W-what is this?” you stammered.

“A reminder that I am grateful for your faith in me, and that I am proud of you, little swallow. Never doubt that,” Khonshu reassured you.

He took your hands in his again. “There is another thing I would like to show you.”

You felt the suit wrapping around your body, but this time leaving the necklace around your neck and your face clear.

Without warning, Khonshu started to fly up into the sky, pulling you with him. In shock, you clung tightly to him.

“Uh Khonshu, what is happening?! I am not the best with being this high up-”

He shushed you and leaned in closer to you. “I told you I will never lead you astray. I won’t let you fall.”

You were positive that your cheeks were bright red at his words. Once your breathing had steadied, you took a second to look around.

You were flying with him above the treetops, and you could see the moon’s reflection in the glistening water of the nearby lake. The stars seemed brighter, and the cool night air caressed your face.

Slowly, Khonshu began to let go of your hands. You panicked and tried to get in closer to him once more. He chuckled.

“You are my little swallow. You can fly on your own as well.”

That was news to you, seeing as humans normally did not fly by themselves. You mentally pinched yourself since you were literally the avatar of an Egyptian god. Weirder things have happened.

You took a deep breath and let go of Khonshu’s hands. Your body continued to fly alongside his in sync. He was right. He wouldn’t let you fall.

Your bodies glided through the sky together along the path of the Milky Way. Every turn Khonshu made, you matched, and you began to gain confidence with your new ability. You started to spin and dive on your own, letting out a cry of joy as you experienced the freedom that came with flight.

Khonshu’s mouth never moved but you swear that if he could, he would be smiling at you.

You flew back up to where he was waiting for you, and you continued your flight. Both of your arms were stretched out, your fingertips brushing against each other.

You soared over the lake with him, and you saw your shadowy forms reflected in the water.

“I must admit, I was wrong to have opposed this trip,” Khonshu conceded.

“Oh so, now you’re fine with giving me some time to myself? Ungrateful pigeon,” you quipped.

“Careful, little swallow. I said I would not let you fall, but that does not mean that your flight will always be peaceful.”

The winds started to pick up and you cursed at him as your glide became shaky. “Khonshu, you are the most insufferable being to walk this planet!”

He laughed and flew in to carry you in his arms. Clearly, he did not struggle against the wind.

On impulse, you kissed his beak. That shut up his laughter and the winds died down again.

You and he stayed like that together for a while, hovering in the air while being bathed in the moonlight.

#moon knight #khonshu #khonshu x reader #khonshu x you #bruh if i was in this night flight situation i'd melt

[hislittleraincloud]

SPOILERS, Discussion II, Chapter 6 Part 2.

Don't read this if you haven't read this chapter.

This is an author answer/response to "Wednesdays_Destiny" on AO3 because I can't be bothered (or frustrated) to chop it up into God knows how many comments in their 10K limit.

Purple is direct Afterburn Canon/quote.

Pink is Wednesdays_Destiny's thoughts/q's.

THE COLORS ARE A LITTLE MESSED THIS TIME. IDK what happened, something happened when it saved to drafts. It's this trash site's problem. Not going back to fix it 💀

Fun video clip included under the cut.

>legitimate physical harm is fair game.&lt;

>>>Usually such rules "everything except" happen after "except" happens, so I wonder if they had an incident previously.

It’s that they know that the different species have different levels of powers, some more potentially dangerous than others, so they respect each others’ differences by keeping each other safe. (This is a little spoilery.)

>it billowed out their noses as their&lt;

>>>Yeah sorry that ship has sailed B/Y, nothing will beat the irritated dragon Wednesday.

Wednesday shotgunned Donovan on her birthday, too. It hits different though, I get it…Yoko has yet to win any hearts over. But shotgunning is still sexy.

>gives a vampire the benefit&lt;

>>> Is that a benefit? Despite being able to mix you Just need to buy and consume more then?

If normal people mixed drugs the way vampires can, they’d all be dead. Or undead, if they’re lucky enough to be “resuscitated” by a vampire before the heart stops. Either way, vampires can't die of an OD.

>perhaps she just didn't remember&lt;

>>>>I will admit I am curious what happened that she chose to forget it ever happened.

Well, we’ll just have to see if that question is ever answered in canon or in a flashback or in a deleted scene or in a short one shot or…

>those powers wouldn't show up for another few years&lt;

curious if sirens/Gorgon also get their powers during puberty of it they have it from birth.

Sirens and Gorgons are born that way, with some minor changes as growth happens. And I’m taking from N/Canon that psychic powers don’t show up until just about mid-puberty. Wednesday’s psychic powers showed up after the Fester-like electricity did to a noticeable degree…that’s all I’ll say about that for now, since it’ll probably be covered in Chapter 7. And BTW, male sirens and gorgons are rarer than females; Kent and Ajax are the outliers of their kind. Telekinesis is male-dominated outside of vampires (where it’s gender neutral), but there are Addamses who have that. They have a wide array of powers in the family.

>since her very plain surname wasn't exactly memorable.&lt;

>>>>What do you mean? Addams is like one of the most memorable last names there is.

It’s actually common (35th in the U.S.), except for the spelling. That’s why Enid spelled it “Adams” in her shitty blog.  LOL

>cold and professional…. A sudden commotion&lt;

>>>> And you blueball us pff. Given that she lost her virginity to our sheriff the farthest they went was a blowjob, maybe that explains how she was so good with Donovan first try - if she was "experimenting" with with boys previously.

I probably won’t write what happened (even though I know exactly what happened…) but she did not put her mouth on him. That I can tell you. It was, at first, honestly innocent “doctor” play.

>"I'm ovulating." &lt;

>>>>Oohhh FucK

Oh no, someone’s gonna end up pregnant in their sophomore year of high school, oh nooooo…*cackling*

>the colorful rainbow rippling up and&lt;

>>>>Talk about inconvenient, that prevents all types of exhibition kinks like having a remote vibe inside in the classroom, coming and trying to not move a muscle/be dead quiet so no one catches on. But besides that its fucking glorious.

I can imagine many, many funny scenarios where their orgasms happen in public.

>his sister's paranoid drug rages&lt;

>>>>Glad I have never touched any type of drug, of any type. That sounds just horrible.

Some people can’t handle their drugs *at all*. Wednesday is smart and doesn’t take unnecessary risks (so far) with drugs. Divina has difficulty with it, and not necessarily because she takes too much (though sometimes she does…I think there’s a lot of pain and guilt in her since I already have their backstory written).

>the balloon inflated, rising off of his hand&lt;

>>>>Now do that with Laurels head.

He’ll deal with some of his rage about “Ms. Thornhill” in the sequel, I think.

>strange tornado of feelings he had for an old, quirky acquaintance&lt;

>>>>Given that Donovan is 55 he will be dead in 30ish years at the latest, then you will be a man and can go collect your woman. Till then run a FwB with Bianca.

*laughs in Omnipotent POV*

>gorgon was stone hard&lt;

Punny American, I see.

🥸

>her during, manipulating pressure against her clit&lt;

>>>>Or you could use your powers to massage parts you could not normally reach, like the roots and base of her clit instead.

Do you honestly believe that nerdy little Rowan who kissed like he was a thirsty dog lapping at a water bowl would know anything about female anatomy other than the clit and vagina?  Plus even if he did, he’d still be lost since the siren’s weird labia kinda work differently (they’re able to move/ripple…kinda like Pseudobiceros bedfordi: 

Persian Carpet Flatworm Pseudobiceros bedfordi )

See that rippling?  That’s how their labia work. Only they also have lamellae (think the underside of a mushroom) that also move with that.

>amazingly satisfying cock, just big&lt;

>>>>Imo missed opportunity to have him have a 4 inch cock and use his telekintetic powers to stretch the vagina of the girl he is with telekineticly making him always be the perfect fit.

Rowan was not a shapeshifter like his father, so extending his dick would hurt him and shortening the vag of the girl to make his tiny peen fit would hurt her (when Chance has sex with Weems, he changes things about himself to fit her, like his tongue, but honestly, he is already her perfect fit…ahem). As a telekinetic, he can only manipulate what is already there, whereas shapeshifters are...

...more flexible.

Plus I wanted to be kind to Rowan…it wasn’t his fault he lost his mind.

>"Is what all that we are?" "I dunno. I just have a feeling."&lt;

>>>>The fact of having pictures of lots of ancient, important and powerful legacy in your hideout, a bunch of old valuable books...I have no idea how you would get that idea. The nightshades were always meant to be a trivial social club.

This is an N/Canon problem. Given that Bianca et al have had this kind of access to the library (hmm, how did they get it in the first place…I guess I’ll have to be the one to fricking explain it then, thanks N/Canon crap writers LOL) for at least two other semesters and HASN’T read any of those books, uh…yeah. Someone intro’ed the Nightshades as a “social club”. Hmm, I wonder whooooo………..

>Bianca held a bit of resentment&lt;

>>>>As much as I love Enid, that is her biggest flaw, I suspect she runs the blog because she did not have any real friends - she was rooming alone before and Yoko had space, so she prob was using it to fill some void.

I’ve thought about that as well. She was rooming alone. Why? Poor Enid. Enid has her strengths, but she can be a little ditzy.

>"S'not like Addams hasn't made it abundantly clear that she doesn't want 'im."&lt;

>>>>-They have history, she saved him, he saved her, in the infirmary, she looked...content, she finds him interesting (as the killer or not)... I get why he's holding out hope.

Bianca doesn’t know anything about their history.

> whose activity had made Divina's siren song a little louder&lt;

>>>> The siren song is the power they use to manipulate, is the implication here it's like a cat purring? A cat's purr does have certain qualities of a siren song…

We saw how a “siren song” actually works (twice, once with Tyler and once with Coach Vlad). In order to manipulate someone, they have to state what they want them to do. With this aspect of a  siren song, it’s more like a deep sea mating song. They’re not telling anyone to do anything, it’s not produced out of manipulation; it’s produced out of pleasure.

That said, have you ever heard a female cat's mating call? It’s not purring. A whale's call sounds like this. But the wails, as pleasant as they are (and they are pleasant, not as harsh as whale sounds) just happened to remind Xavier of cats/Morella.

>would suction into place around a female siren's cervix&lt;

>>>>Tor, making up siren genitalia since Wednesday But I am curious, does that still work if the male siren is cut? Are sirens not cut?

Male sirens are never cut.

>"We have to go on ahead with your original plan,"&lt;

>>>>Given you got killed via nightshade poisoning, Enid fights the Hyde and Wednesdays shoe killing thornkill your plan failed.

Hmm.

>her father out of those murder charges stemming&lt;

>>>>Stemming from you - no one else saw Gomez holding that sword so it was you who put that whole ball rolling.

She described what she saw and the circumstances around it.  She isn’t psychic, yanno. LOL Plus she was Enid’s age, or about.

>"You still think she could be the one?"&lt;

>>>>Curious what the payoff for that one will be. As a possible theory, the chancellor is a Wednesday stalker by the end.

Hmm. I will say that eventually they will have some scenes together.

>Trust me…they're all safe, fucking each other under the moonlight.&lt;

>>>>What? 6 out of the 300+ Students are safe and the others are just fucked. The bad fucked.

He assumes that the whole school is probably fucking under the moonlight too, so when he says “all” it’s extended to mean everyone in the castle. All horny teens. And he’s probably correct. I just haven’t gone into the dorms of the other three halls yet (which I have named, since the fucking fuck writers haven’t given us those names either).

>listening to Noble's concerns about the lack of progress on the case&lt;

>>>> Interesting if I recall correctly Noble thought the murders to be a bear not any type of outcast. So there is no case in Noble's mind?

This is part of N/Canon that pisses me off; Noble used to be Sheriff. Meaning he was a cop, investigating crimes. So AB/C Noble heavily suspects that it really isn’t a bear, given the wounds. He tells Weems and the public that they’re bear attacks because he’s working to preserve their symbiotic relationship. Nevermore gets left alone from any ordinances/bigots like David Breeding because Nevermore contributes to his campaign and gives shitloads of cash to the city in taxes and donations.

>approved people just weren't human enough&lt;

>>>>Oh no...is this going where I think it's going?

🤷🏽‍♂️🤷🏽‍♂️🤷🏽‍♂️🤷🏽‍♂️🤷🏽‍♂️

>pilgrims who persecuted and murdered outcasts&lt;

>>>>Regarding my outcast questions, THIS is why it's important

You cannot even look at a Gorgon…

The original outcasts in the colonies did not include gorgons and sirens. More on that in the future, I already have things planned and am not spoiling that.

>when few outcasts were sent overseas&lt;

>>>>Why? Looping back to some of my other questions, Georgians don't do it intentionally, so could you just tie one to the barrel of your tank and anyone trying to shoot at you gets stoned? They would be the best war asset, same with shapeshifters infiltrating the command level of the military Are outcasts even an only native American thing?

I don’t think outcasts normally like to get involved in Muggl — erm, norminal affairs. The only ones who were sent were vampires. Both groups would end up losing more than they would if they just left each other alone.

>and he lived in a trailer >like an accident by running her over with his truck&lt;

>>>>Unless that truck had fist shaped tires, I do not see how that could have worked. Also, that is fucking brutal.

Men like Breeding are the type who would do something like this.  And it’s been done before.

>building a decent case against someone&lt;

>>>>While it would be great to have those violent people gone it would not solve the murders happening Donovan.

He’s just trying to buy time.

> That's one Hell of a 'therapist'&lt;

>>>>It's called shock therapy I believe. With her fingers. And Shocks.

💀

>He'd been forbidden to masturbate&lt;

>>>>Wednesday should get the same rule...also Him coming untouched thinking of her while also able to last multiple of her orgasms while inside her is confusing.

Wednesday lives by her own rules in all canon, LOL And a man can’t control his wet dreams. Also, the power of the mind vs. body is a strange thing. I’ve seen some men last through multiple orgasms. I’ve seen some who are one weak little stream and that’s it. So there is always the average, which is a big pond to find average fish in, but then you have the special ones, like Donovan and shape shifters.

>There was no way that he would have taken the chance of a perfect match.&lt;

>>>>Then why bother? Frankly, this tells you very little. Only that both claws are related. It could be your wife's family had more hides in them that are still around I get him trying to deny it, but at least be sure of it and then deny it.

His wife’s family are all in France (though a lot of them are dead), and he wanted to be more than sure it was Tyler and not some other Hyde (in case there was another Hyde). Francie’s DNA may have been wiped from CODIS, but testing might still have record of it, thus Donovan wasn’t going to take the risk of the official channels finding the match. He’s a little paranoid since he’s pretty sure he still has copies of files that were otherwise ‘lost’.

>chided him for being weak and pathetic.&lt;

>>>>How is Donovan weak and pathetic?

There is a method to my madness with these secondary, no-line characters. You're just going to have to trust me.

> What brought out Tyler's? &lt;

>>>>You see there is this lovely woman, glasses, loves plants, hates outcasts, loves coffee and your sons cock.

#Gatesmonster has my attention atm.

>and was sitting up in his new black and white pet bed > the girl who had a soft spot for animals&lt;

>>>>While that thought is adorable, I doubt she cares for animals as a whole, given she basically murdered two bags full of piranhas in the opener and besides loving her pet Nero I do not recall any other interactions with animals.

That she has a ‘way’ with animals is canon.  She has hibernated with bears and swam with sharks. Those weren’t one of her usual ‘Wednesday being edgy’ lies, since Wednesday and Gomez confirm the shark thing. Bear hibernation was sort of confirmed with Eugene.

>since photography had been a hobby of his&lt;

>>>>That is neat, giving our man some hobbies. Proper photography is hard too, and no selfies on whatever site currently is in are not photography

This is something that Wednesday and Donovan share/bond with over. She likes crime scene photography, so she was taught to develop her own film.

>that she had a mirror fetish&lt;

>>>>Katoptronophilia you mean ?...Donovan, also using this chance to point out that kink and fetish are different, kink is optional but gives pleasure, fetish needs to be present to get pleasure at all.

I’m not going to go into this debate because it’s silly, especially when everyone is always contradicting themselves when trying to parse the difference. The Addamses all have it, hence the Hall of Mirrors. People can have a fetish for something but not have to indulge in it every time. How many times have people discovered their spouses’ fetishes after not having a clue about them before marriage? Plenty. As well, I see them as something that would immediately get someone off, where as a kink can be more drawn out.

>grim creeperism that kept everybody else at a distance&lt;

>>>>That is such an interesting point, is Wednesday acting or is she genuine when she is creepy...Eg the hug with Enid, was that Wednesday, giving in "fine I like hugs" or was that purely for enid's sake

I have been meaning to do a series about the lies Wednesday tells whenever she wants to shock people. We already know she does this, purposely, within her first ten minutes with Enid. “Rumor has it that you killed a kid at your old school and your parents pulled a few strings to get you off…” “Actually it was two kids, but who’s counting?” (Lie, since she didn’t kill any kids at all, she just maimed Dalton.) “I was born on Friday the 13th.” (Lie, since her birthday on the show is in November and there was no Friday the 13th in November 2006.) “Sartre said ‘Hell is other people.’ He was my first crush.” (Very unlikely, LOL). Etc., etc.

>A sixteen-year-old Wednesday was more bold, perhaps reckless&lt;

>>>> This is making me wonder who the first one to find out who shouldn't be, regarding "I fuck who I want, and there is nothing you can do about it"

Upcoming, Chapter 7.

>she was forced to keep rejecting the boy's advances&lt;

>>>>-She seemed really shocked and pleased about that date location, unless she's faking the whole "iam into death" thing, a crypt would be the perfect spot to take the creepy goth girl, and of course a normal scary movie would be a joke to her, so either double down with a classic or go the inverse with a vibrant movie that is scary and torture for her.

I don’t think the ‘I’m into death’ thing is faked, but by this point in the AB story, she’s already had her candle lit birthday, and it was done better, even though it wasn’t in a crypt. Again, Tyler went with the assumptions here. 

>>>>When Donovan leaves the way she looked to (her) bottom left "oh fuck how am i gonna explain that one to my man ?"

🙂

>"Do I scare you, Donovan?"&lt;

>>>>I feel like...i saw that line befor...hmmm.

This whole scene before the truck was the one I had to take back from Part 1.  So people read it there, first.

> with her electrical discharges&lt;

>>>> Since I have yet to see a payoff to that little storyline, here is my newest take on it: She's gonna kill him with said electrical discharges during one of her most powerful orgasms she has for him

Nope.

>or into her womb&lt;

Given how much he has filled her with already, there should be something in the oven already…

🙂

>slight strabismus in her right eye<

>>>>Is this something you made up? I saw your recent post with Wednesday/Tyler at the station, and she does have it but that could just be due to the distance he just went up to her?

Normal Wednesday/Jenna eyes:

She has it in the scene where they’re arresting Xavier…because she’s so full of pride and excitement that her right eye just wants to bug out into a different direction LMAO:

It's slight (I did say slight!).

Not tryna be mean, but it’s there (and also visible at split second times in other scenes/things she does). Doesn’t make her less cute. If Jenna God forbid ever saw this, I hope she knows that no one's perfect, certain sht can't be helped, she's cute in this whole series.

>"You're destroying your liver."&lt;

>>>>Yeah well you decided to go for an old alcoholic, the limited expiration date was visible before you made your purchase Addams.

She didn’t know just how much he drank (not the beer in his desk, but the scotch), though, until…well. That answer is in this chapter too.

>"Doll, you know what it's like to make promises in this fucked up world we live in," &lt;

>>>> love to hear his unwavering affection for her, iam sure nothing can shake that. Right?

He will love her until the day that he dies. ETA: And vice versa (she will love him until the day she dies as well).

>"Even if I dig up more bodies?" she asked&lt;

>>>>Taking her to a court ordered gravedigging might be a good setting for a date with him.

Hmm. 

>run down wasn't exactly something she was eager to witness either&lt;

>>>>Given that Canon Wednesday stated she had it on her bucket list, does this mean your Wednesday is a softer version and part of the "I love death" she exhibits is fake?

“Bucket list” N/C comment was one of her lies/shock value/edgy comments, see above about her lies/sarcasm, to mess with people. AB/C Wednesday is pretty accurate to that except for how she behaves around Donovan, which is the softer part. And yet she will still say her ‘Wednesday lies’ around him, too. It’s just how she is. I feel like she does this to keep people at a distance so they never know the real truth around who she is…kind of a defense mechanism.

>it was horrific and she froze&lt;

>>>>It really was not that bad Wednesday, Eugene's claw wounds were much more severe, speaking off, the mayor got killed because he got it figured out, why exactly got Eugene attacked again? Laurel specifically ordered Tyler there for what, injure him? As much as I love Eugene, he should be dead.

I’ve watched this scene more times than I can count just for the surprised and shocked gasp of hers that happens when Noble is hit, and to watch her hurriedly get the fk out of his SUV (hurried so much that she didn't bother to close the hatch) and run towards them.  She was shocked by it/took no pleasure in it. 

Regarding Eugene, I believe he survived because he had that thick jacket on. Rowan had his vest but it wasn’t zipped up, same goes for the camper in the beginning (I think). Eugene had layers that could’ve helped save him from deadlier wounds (Tylermonster didn’t have too much time to hack and slash at him like he did with Fabian, since Tylermonster could hear that Wednesday was on the way via them calling out to each other).

Also speaking of Eugene: Laurel fucking Gates could detach Noble from his ventilator, but not Eugene from his?  COME ON!!! 

>he hooked her leg over his hip and started thrusting&lt;

>>>>I have to admit I had to reread this a couple times before (I think) I pictured it correctly...

Do I have to illustrate this with LEGO again?  Her right leg is on the door frame because there’s no real space to put the left foot (his cruiser has a metal grate that separates arrestees in the back; but he does have some shelf space behind the front seats for shit like equipment, his hat, etc.). He hooked her left leg over him (with her pants having slid off her boot...those are wide-leg pants again).

>more pained sounds she made, the harder he fucked&lt;

>>>>Is our sweetheart Donovan also into inflicting pain? It would appear so.

I think it’s harder to describe than that.

>there was nothing but blissful acceptance&lt;

>>>>So breathplay is another Kink of hers.

Maybe.

>Donovan hated hearing her name fall from Tyler's lips&lt;

>>>> The fuck did he even come from? I checked he was standing in a corner and when he is leaving he's using a different door like what.

I like to think he was coming in from the garage. The exterior of the house doesn’t match the interior shots anyway, so in AB/Canon, that door he came in from in the scene w Tyler was the garage. For all we know, it leads to the outside (probably N/Canon, but again...the house’s interior doesn’t match the exterior, as there’s another door on almost the same corner as that kitchen/dining/living room door below):

>"Came home during my shift last week.&lt;

>>>>During an eventual next reread I will need to note down dates and day changes to see if this is one session we have been with them.

🙂

>his right in a fist near his face.&lt;

I gotta say iam not sure how I feel about this Donovan, failing to do what is right is not equal to doing wrong...but getting violent (again based on his fearful reaction) is not excusable.

I wrote this scene before I discovered that in the original script, Donovan was supposed to smack him. I see why they cut it out, violence is never a solution and that saved Donovan from being a terrible guy in N/Canon, but at this point in the AB story, Donovan is overwhelmed. Think of how much higher this makes his stress level (to think that his own son could potentially find out or figure out that he’s been fucking ((and is totally in love with)) a younger girl). He’s unraveling, like Wednesday.  Except Wednesday doesn’t have to look at a killer ((that he loves)) every night.

>I won't even mention what else I smell&lt;

>>>>I mean, what else DO you smell ?, The Sheriff, her smelling freshly fucked/sweaty, possibly cum. Weed. A proper cake? It's not that bad Enid.

There are loads of other things werewolves can smell around other non-werewolves when they’re conscious of it.

> checking to make sure the flashlight still worked&lt;

>>>> Not on you but the show, the fuck is up with those flashlights, modern flashlights are powerful enough to illuminate a fucking forest in the middle of the night as if its day, why do you run around with a candle on a stick basically? Fucking amateurs

I think they were trying to keep on the fact that Wednesday is still old fashioned. Hence her batteries for her flashlight instead of getting one that you can recharge, etc.  Though she has a really weird flashlight that flashes red. I dunno why they did that (the scene where they come upon the Cadillac at the mansion).  ETA 9/10/23: This was the one mistake I made so far in interpreting the series, the red flash was not her flashlight, it was the above lamp she turned on. Which still doesn't make sense, why red? Weird. Anyway, I missed that at first, but I know it now. (Another reason why I need to keep watching 7 and 8 while I write my 7 and 8. The sequencing and details are a bigger mess.)

>"Since the Rave'N.&lt;

>>>>Ha Enid caught on immediately.

She sure did. It was especially strong after her birthday, in spite of the rain/some wash-offs.

>Wednesday was a really pretty girl&lt;

>>>>Everyone loves Eugene. I have not met anyone who dislikes Eugene. Look how much fanfiction is Eugene centric. How often he gets the girl. Never.

He’ll get the girl. The people in this fandom forget about the Longbottom Effect.

>the other Furs can&lt;

>>>>8 Hours runtime and we know a single Named fur: Enid, Murray/Esther do not count because they do not go to the school.

No vampires except Yoko, either. 

>'clique' were all fucking each other.&lt;

>>>>It does break my heart that sweet Ajax is cheating on Enid, at this point they are together and this confirms she has no idea.

Ajax…crap, I can’t type what I was gonna type. … 🙂

>if he's got a big — " "Enid."&lt;

>>>>Damn it Enid not you too, men have more value than the size of their cocks! , just think about the size of their wallets!

She a typical curious teen girl.  I’d have asked too.  

>hideous looking monster.&lt;

>>>>Given you have given the sirens new genitalia, are about to give Enid special lady parts, Is Laurel dealing with normal or "advanced" genitalia?

Laurel’s dealing with Tyler’s almost 7” long schlong. He hasn’t transformed during sex. 

>they smelled like the boy who had accompanied them&lt;

>>>>So she knows.

She doesn’t even have a suspicion yet because she literally has no clue as to what’s going on.  Wednesday never talks to her about it because she doesn’t want to hear it (canon, after she faints and makes W move her own crime board). If you were Enid and you were totally sidetracked into doing something totally fucked up and suddenly came upon this bed that smelled like Tyler’s pheromones (and Laurel’s, but she can’t place it because she’s only smelled her in passing/didn’t really have cause to commit her scent to memory), you’d wonder WTF was going on, too. 

>Disappeared. Evidence, disappeared&lt;

>>>>God iam so upset that this is what happened and canon, really? Small little Laurel emptied out the whole place? ...

I have hated the writers for this, too. She’s small like Wednesday is. To move ALL of that stuff in so little time?  COME ON. 

Unless…she had help.

>to this case is somewhere, it never is!"&lt;

>>>>How so? She brought you two DNA samples, and while the match between them was a bust, you luckily had a third sample so she DID confirm your suspicion by delivering you Tylers claw.

Rowan’s body wasn’t (which to him is still an unsolved mystery at this point), the cave got destroyed before they could get to it (THIS IS STUPID CANON TOO! The minute she gave him the claw she should have also told him where she fkn got it…there was more than enough time to get over to the damn cave to search it for prints/other evidence). AB/C Donovan also suspects that this evidence could’ve helped figure out who unlocked Tyler, so having a promise of it only to have it not pan out is frustrating to him, so he’s taking it out on her.

>what it was that he was keeping from her&lt;

>>>>Iam so excited for the next two chapters to find out if they talk about Tyler being the hyde before the official reveal in canon, both of them basically know it's him, even more so once Enid provides her insight.

🙂

>We'll talk when I get back."&lt;

>>>>Tyler bud, I know things have been hard but I really need you to stop monstering, my girlfriend is starting to suspect you.

Hmm.

>"I don't want that right now,"&lt;

>"Shoulders…please." &lt;

>>>>really appreciate that she tells him what she likes.

She’s been reading that communication is the key to a healthy sex life. …Or maybe she’s just bossy.  

>rather liked that smell. It was the smell of her arousal&lt;

>>>>The inclusion of smell in your sex scenes is something I love. It's a sense that is often overlooked.

I try to include it in everything, regardless (the cedar cabin, the aroma of beer in Wednesday’s first kiss, etc.). It’s something that a lot of shows (and fic) miss.

>"That sounds like a you problem,"&lt;

>>>>No that's a both of you problem, if you do not help to make your partner decent again when they have to be, you're just an asshole.

She was being an asshole because she was pissed about him not believing her. She feels he knows better and needs to open up more, especially after the rough sex in the cruiser.

>"You don't have a choice — "&lt;

>>>>This is not how it works Wednesday, because if it were you are in a relationship with Xavier or Tyler right now. Both sides need to agree to form and maintain a relationship, so once Donovan decides he needs a break, it is out of your hands.

Honestly, they should be talking to each other about everything re: the case. He doesn’t really need the break from her, he needs to be able to breathe easier since he knows his son is a killer and that he could end up killing the one thing that makes him feel like living again. But I’m also going by canon, so…they have to have a break.

>"Of course. My apologies for," she cleared her throat, "my behavior. Just now."&lt;

>>>>Love that she realized that too and that she apologizes for it, Wednesday really struggles with admitting when she's wrong.

She haaaaaaates embarrassing herself, and that’s what she thinks it is. 

>are relatively generative&lt;

A word so big even google translate abandoned me. I "assume"(see what I mean?) she is not talking about the female reproductive cycle.

🙃

>GOD WHAt THE FUcK!!!!!!!!!&lt;

>>>>funny to me. Based how you have the timeline fixed, she's gonna be very frustrated soon, based on my (possibly horrible) investigation:

-There is a Proper Full Moon…And yet the writers for the show can't be assed to check their shit...

And since they couldn’t figure out their shit about dates and moons and such, I’m working with it.  I can’t fix their stupid. Well, I could, but I made a commitment not to mess with canon too much.  The moons are too much, and I can only fix some things. There has to be at least a few days from this point in her breakdown until Noble's funeral, because funerals don't happen overnight. If that messes with the moon schedule, oh well.   

>as her charged hands sparked like crazy and lit some of the pieces on fire&lt;

>>>>Totally used that for my personal little story on how she executes laurel. A boot to the face is too easy.

I’ve only read one fic (and it was bad…to me it was) about how Wednesday ended up breaking Laurel’s neck when she booted her. But who said she was dead? N/C sure doesn’t.

>and Morticia wasn't sure what to do about her daughter's self-harm&lt;

>>>>Tell Wednesday you used to self harm too, it might backfire horribly or she will stop in an attempt to not be like her mother.

That’s not how AB/C Morticia works. She has more problems than N/C Tish does, I think.  Only because something needs to be part of why Wednesday is the way she is sometimes.

>on her mid-cut, the blood seeping from the long wound she created&lt;

>>>>Given she's on the upturn now and thing prevented this session, this is the worst it is going to get right?

You think she’s on the upturn?  *laughs in severely depressed Wednesday*

>Her scars from before were healing a lot better&lt;

>>>>Foreshadowing to healing powers? If yes, it means she always had them and goody just unlocked them?

🙂

>if the break was permanent? &lt;

>>>>Then you will kill Laurel in a really creative way and offer her heart to Donovan and ask for forgiveness.

Forgiveness for what? ;)

>What I do with my body is my bus — "&lt;

>>>>That is a very good point. It is her business, inhaling any kind of smoke is hazardous to health - permanently, where as unless she kills herself, some cuts will heal into scars eventually.

So why does he actively support one type of self harm, and prevents the other?- (to my understanding eating demon lettus via food infusion is perfectly safe and fine, smoking is not)

You’re probably the only one reading this thinking that smoking weed is on par with cutting “self-harm”. They are not the same. For her, weed helps her mental health and electrical discharges (and it doesn’t do much harm to her anyway… 🙂). She hasn’t been smoking as much lately, so you’ll notice more zaps here and there. My father is an 81-year-old microbiologist & botanist (that I consult about a lot of things for parts of my writing)...he grows the weed I smoke for my own problems. I prefer to eat it and prefer to encourage eating over smoking, though.

>but what Thing said sent her spiraling into a full panic&lt;

>>>>Dont blue ball us what did he say ?

I wrote this in the first response on AO3, but the italicized quote was what Thing signed, telling her it was going to be okay.

>smirking in satisfaction at her&lt;

>>>>I hate her so much.

RIGHT?  But that’s pure Laurel Gates evil. Fucking bitch.  I fucking hate her.  …But I love her at the same time. I think there’s something wrong with me. LOL

>>>>I have been considering to create a Tumblr account to be able to respond to your comments directly and have more in-depth conversations

STILL WAITING. ;)

>>>>Thank you so much for this story and the steamy smut you have in it, waiting excitedly for chapter 7.

The steam will only be in places other than Wenovan in this chapter, sadly. Feels kinda weird not writing their fuckbunny scenes right now, and before a few days ago, 7 was going to be absent of explicit sex. …Now it’s not. *cackling*

9/10/23: I uh...I changed my mind. LOL

#wednesday #wednesday addams #writing wednesday #writing fan fiction #wenovan #black bubblegum #satisfying afterburn chapter 6 part 2 #quid pro woe #wednesday netflix #sheriff galpin #wednesday x donovan #wednesday addams x donovan galpin #jenna ortega #jamie mcshane

[saey707]

Loved For Centuries

✿ Prompt: Viego punishes you ✿

♡ champion focus: viego ♡ tw: yandere, psychological terror, isolation, binding ♡ Gender-neutral reader

Author’s Note: Yup, you guessed it: transfer & rewrite from my old blog right here. I didn’t want to write another Yandere Viego, but I thought he would fit this one best! Plus you can never have too much Viego, right?? (´｡• ◡ •｡`) ♡ Enjoy!

You do not want to get in trouble with King Viego. While he can be a soft and gentle lover, who willingly and oh-so-graciously gives you the entire universe, when it comes to punishments…Well, Viego is all for them. He never wants to hurt your feelings… but he feels that he has to sometimes. 

After all, everything that he does is to show you how much he loves you!

Viego will make you feel like a peasant, while he imagines himself a hero. He will corner you until you tell him what you have done. If you refuse and feign your own innocence, he will not take to it lightly, assuming you are lying to him to save your own skin. That, or you are lying to defend someone that is trying to stand in the way of your love, of your happiness.

“You should be lucky that I’m nice, mi amor. If it were anybody else, then they would have done really horrible things to you!”

If you do anything to make him suspicious, consider yourself in the castle’s “quiet room” until you behave. 

And don’t think you will have the opportunity to roam freely, oh no no no... The Ruined King is not afraid to keep you bound, forcing you to lay alone with nothing but your thoughts in the dark.

He grabs your face with both hands, hovering over you with a disgusting smirk on his gorgeously coy lips. He can’t help but laugh at your pitiful, helpless state. This is exactly where he wants you; he wouldn’t dare take advantage of such a gorgeous site!

“Oh, mi amor~ is the handcuffs too tight? Heh... Well, it’s only tight because you keep struggling!” His thumbs rubbed the back of your hands, chaste kisses placed on your delicate fingers.

“I spent centuries making sure everything between us was perfect. I came looking for you, ripping you from death’s grasp. The least you can do is thank me, really... So, you are not going to ruin this for us now!”

If you continue to act suspicious when he is already doubting you, then his rage outdoes even the devil himself. He will argue and yell and throw as many tantrums as it takes for you get the point across that you are his. 

You can never leave him. Never again. 

When you are reduced to tears, he mirrors your sorrowful state, holding you close to him. If there is one thing that Viego hates, it’s knowing that he is the catalyst of your pain. 

The king strokes your hair, dropping himself to lay beside you. His arms snake around your waist, pulling you in close as he wasted no time in burying his nose in your neck, inhaling sharply.

He promises to make it up to you with diamonds and gold and all the clothes and flowers you could ever want, everything you could ever want. 

After all, you are his liege. You are the only individual he could ever come to love and obsessively provide for, the only person he would spend thousands of years searching for just so he could hold you once more.

His cold, hardened heart doesn’t know what a real apology is.

“Please don’t hurt me again... I know it hurts, but just know that it hurts me ten times more...” He sighs, brushing his fingers against your neck, trailing up to cradle your face in between his gloved hands. 

“I’m doing this because I love you, my liege. You understand, don’t you?”

#saeybaewrites #tw #drabble #yandere #x reader #viego #viego lol #viego league of legends #yandere viego #lol x reader #yandere viego x reader #lol #league of legends x reader

[beneathashadytree]

MAYA’S 2K+ FOLLOWERS EVENT!

Just a month or so ago, this blog hit 2K followers! It feels so surreal; to have so many people reading (and actually enjoying! Like, can you imagine?) my fics is a dream come true. To celebrate this incredible milestone, I’ve decided to hold an event! I will be opening my requests for the upcoming weeks—from today, 26/1/2023, till 9/2/2023. I’ll be outlining my requesting rules here💗

FANDOMS I’LL WRITE FOR:

One Piece

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Moriarty the Patriot

Attack on Titan

Boku No Hero Academia

Bungou Stray Dogs

Haikyuu!!

Kuroko no Basket

Tokyo Revengers

Juiutsu Kaisen

Mr. Love: Queen's Choice

Ikemen Sengoku

Ikemen Vampire

Ikemen Prince

Ikemen Revolution

Check my regular rules for requesting to find out where I’m at in each series/game! And here is my full masterlist, if you’d like to check out my works!

GENRES I’LL WRITE:

Fluff

Angst

Smut (as long as I’m comfortable with it)

Hurt/Comfort

Angst to fluff

Platonic or romantic

PS: I generally write for gender-neutral readers! I try to be as inclusive as possible 🫶🏽

You can, of course, request more than one dialogue prompt. Any additional details you'd like, just let me know.

EXAMPLES OF REQUESTS:

Hi, I would like to request an angst piece for Jotaro Kujo in JJBA, prompt "Would you stop that?"

I want to request a smut piece for Vinsmoke Sanji, prompt number 64, reader is a switch and is the one saying it to him!

EVENT PROMPTS:

“No one's ever done that to me before.”

“Could you play with my hair?”

“I can't remember the last time I did this with someone.”

“That feels nice.”

“I haven't been hugged in years.”

“I never want to let go.”

“Let’s just cuddle forever.”

“You put your arm around me and I literally felt my knees buckle, this is so pathetic.”

“I just want to be held for a little while.”

“You’re legally obligated to keep holding me.”

"I think I forgot what human contact felt like.”

“I need to remember what hugs feel like.”

“Do you mind if we stay like this for a little longer?”

“My family was never the touchy-feely type.”

“I’ve never been in a relationship before, so I don't really know how to do the whole…..kissing thing.”

“You were my first kiss.”

“Could we cuddle, like, platonically?"

“I’m in desperate need of a hug.”

"What's wrong with me?"

"Are you mad at me?"

"Can this stay between us?”

"I don't want you to go."

“Would you stop that?"

"Can we talk?”

"I have to tell you something."

"Take my hand."

"Sometimes I can't help but get lost in your eyes."

"This is my fault.”

"Talk to me. I'm here for you."

“Please, just come home."

"I didn't want to go to bed without you."

“You're doing it wrong."

"Go ahead, hit me."

“You don't give yourself enough credit."

"Why do you hate me?"

“Tell me something I don't know."

"Please don't make me go home."

"I've never seen you like this."

“You’re up early.”

"Let's just have sex instead."

"This part of you…seems to be very sensitive."

"Prove to me that you deserve this."

"If you give me a hickey, I'll have to give you one too."

"Ah, I see you have a little problem. I can help."

"I've never been into this stuff…until I met you."

"I just like keeping you close. You're so warm."

"Be quiet. We're not alone."

"And what if I want you to do that?"

"It's okay, you're doing great. Keep going."

"Come back to bed."

"You haven't seen anything yet."

"Can you feel what you've done to me?"

"Okay, but we have to be quick."

"Fine, I admit, I've fantasized about this before."

"I'll go gentle. Though, we can always change that."

"You shouldn't have said that. Now I can't resist you."

"I knew you were secretly a pervert, but this…!"

"That's it, there we go…just like that."

"Are you trying to seduce me? Because it's working."

"It's time for payback. Turn around."

"So you do like getting spoiled after all."

"Don't stop looking at me while you do it."

"You say that, but all I hear is 'more, more, more'"

"I want to love every inch of you tonight."

"Hey, hey, two on one is not fair!"

"Enough of that, let me fuck you."

"You can still keep going?! What in the world are you?"

"Take your time. The whole night is ahead of us."

"You like the way this fabric feels, don't you?"

"Your face is a mess… a very pretty mess."

[Prompts by @bewitchingmemes, @violettduchess]

EVENT MASTERLIST:

Spellbound (Giorno Giovanna, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Desperate (Mori Ougai, Bungou Stray Dogs)

Silk (Louis Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

Inside (Sherlock Holmes, Moriarty the Patriot)

Call on Me (Chifuyu Matsuno, Tokyo Revengers)

Seduced (Albert Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

Tender Love (William Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

All Sensitive (Albert Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

Obedient (Sir Crocodile, One Piece)

20 Years (Jotaro Kujo, Jojo’s Bozarre Adventure)

Hide Away (Sebastian Moran, Moriarty the Patriot)

Let Him Watch (Albert Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

Show Me (Mori Ougai, Bungou Stray Dogs)

All Marked-Up (William Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

After the Fall (William Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

Firsts (Mycroft Holmes, Moriarty the Patriot)

Perfect (Jean-Pierre Polnareff, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Shameless (Mori Ougai, Bungou Stray Dogs)

Messy (Louis Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

Nights with You (Mycroft Holmes, Moriarty the Patriot)

Earnest & True (Albert Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

All your positive feedback throughout this entire time—even when I was on hiatus—has uplifted me during the toughest times. I am eternally grateful for every single one of you wonderful people, and I want to give all that love back to you!💗

#imagine #oneshot #anime #otome #writing #prompt #2k followers event #request #requests #fluff #angst #smut #one piece #jojo’s bizarre adventure #yuukoku no moriarty #attack on titan #boku no hero academia #bungou stray dogs #haikyuu #kuroko no basket #tokyo revengers #jujutsu kaisen #mr love queen's choice #ikemen sengoku #ikemen vampire #ikemen revolution #ikemen prince #jjba #op #maya talks