#again. i am just being stupid i know the little things are precious and what keeps us going but Ugh! ugh

[durinlover]

Inspired by that post about Thranduil being all defensive/protective over Gimli in Valinor:

We all know the head canon of Thorin being all "no nephew of mine even associates with an elf" BUT

Just imagine, in a world where all three Durins survived, and Tauriel saved Kili (again), and some other elf healed his and Fìli's wounds last minute.

Thorin saw both his nephews almost die before him, has LIVED through how the gold sickness twists the mind and perception of things, and after coming to terms with Bilbo's theft of the Arkenstone, he for a while questions EVERYTHING.

And yes, he totally has a dramatic phase of self pity, holing up in his rooms, drinking Elvish wine (cus thats all there is atm) and smoking Gandalf's pipeweed, and mourning how "everything i knew is a LIE" and "if elves can make such amazing wine there HAS to be some good in them" and "I almost got my boys killed I am such a failure boooohoooo", and after Bilbo kicks his ass out if depression (and a STRONG worded letter from his sister) he is like "okay FUCK y'all I have TRAUMA TM and will do WHATEVER I WANT!!"

So when Kili all shyly comes forward one day asking if Tauriel can please stay with them in the mountain because she's banished from the Woodland Realm he's all "OF COURSE she can stay, you do you my precious boy, if Thranduil is stupid enough to let such a great warrior go we'll stick it to him"

and BAM, Tauriel joins Dwalin in leading Erebor's guard, and Dwalin is torn between "excuse ME u want me to share my job with a pointy eared maiden?" And "holy hell that lass has fire can't show how impressed I am".

And Tauriel Takes No Shit even from her own boyfriend, so Kìli is forced to take his new responsibilities seriously because "I did NOT lose my home to live with a CHILD, Kili", and Fili gets dragged into the whole thing without really understanding what happened, but hey, his lil brother is happy so who cares really.

And whenever someone at council (like Dain) complains about an Elf in the mountain, Thorin goes absolutely FERAL like "are you saying I don't know what's best for this mountain I just won from A DRAGON?! are you suggesting that my perfect baby nephew has bad taste? Huh? Exactly, didn't think so!!!!" And is a protective Papa bear "listen Tauriel if someone gives you shit you SHOOT them. No, not killing them, but, you know, just maim them a little to make a point. Trust me I'm the king."

And once Kili and Tauriel have their first child Thorin constantly kidnaps the kid and has them in the forge before they can even talk because "need to keep up that good old dwarven influence".

Anyway I'll go cry myself to sleep now.

#the hobbit #fili and kili #middle earth #tolkien #fili durin #fíli #the hobbit fanfiction #thorin oakenshield #kili durin #kíli #tauriel #kili x tauriel #bilbo baggins #dis durin #thranduil

[appleblueberry-pie]

Yandere Miguel asks? Alright

Miguel who's already lost his daughter Gabriella and his wife when he messed up the Canon and the universe got destroyed. He's doing his little thing in the spider society when he finds a universe nearly identical to the one that got destroyed, the one where he replaced himself.

Only, in this universe, (Y/n) and Gabriella are meant to die instead of that universe's Miguel.

I imagine Miguel would tell himself a lot of excuses and rationalizations before bringing those two back to his universe (probably with a permanent form of a day pass). A little white lie to them won't also hurt.

Its a plot I've been wanting to write for awhile (as a fellow Yan author) but I've put writing on the back burner so I wanted to share this idea and see how'd you approach it :)

I'll be honest, I didn't feel like writing the entire backstory for what you want(which I usually would), but I went to straight action.

BLOOD MOON

He thought things would get easier from here. He thought he could finally come home, relax, see his beautiful and amazing wife, along with his precious baby girl. Because he's worked too hard in this lifetime. Too many short days and long nights, too many sacrifices made to keep himself and others safe. Too many deaths. Too many losses. Too many remembrances and forgotten memories. He just wanted it all to end. And he thought it did. Because he finally found you guys. Here you were standing before him with those gorgeous eyes he always got lost in. Telling him about his daughter and your day. So why were your words so venomous?

"I can't do this anymore." He kissed you on the forehead and closed the front door behind him. He walked past you and placed his work items on the table. "What was that, dear?" You stared at him as if he grew two heads. "We can't stay here forever, Miguel." He shuffles to get one shoe off before he finally comprehends your words. His face falls and he looks over at you. He had told you it was all in the past. Why are you bringing up old news? "Can't stay here?" He quotes you as if you said a joke. Your face twists into one of anger and you walk over to him.

"You know what I mean. Holding us here with no real motive besides keeping us for your own sick fucking pleasures. We're not pets, Miguel-" "Wait, wait, wait, wait. Where is this coming from? Pets?? Y/n, what are you talking about? I've never treated you like any kind of animals, you're my wife-"

"I don't know you!!" The growing silence allows you both hear the creak of a door opening from afar and Miguel begins to stare at you as if you mentioned something taboo. As if you're stupid. "Let's talk about this later." Miguel turns his back to you to go your shared bedroom. "No, I'm not going to talk about this later, Miguel, we're not from here! Look, I don't know what you want, or even who you are. But...you can't just-" Miguel feels his irritation that build up all day begin to rise again. His shoulders tense the more you talk, and your daughter peeking out her bedroom to witness this wasn't helping.

He turns to face you again, almost seeming to crowd over you. "I am your husband. I am your husband! I've given you everything you needed. I gave you a place to call home, a better home. You don't have to live off of minimum wage anymore. And finally, your daughter has a father figure to watch after her, aren't you happy?? Because I sure am! Gaby's been so happy now and so have you. Why can't you just.....appreciate the things I've sacrificed for the both of you???"

You scrunch your face and take a step back. This stranger suddenly spouting bullshit to you about your killed husband and saying that the two of you being in a random different universe is a blessing?? You're confused and scared and would rather live where you used to than wherever this foreign place is. He was beginning to piss you off. ".....How dare you?" Miguel raises his eyebrows when he notices your tone. "How dare you? My husband is fucking dead......You stole us away from home and now you're saying that whatever this shitshow is, is a blessing?" "Mommy?"

You shake your head and jab your finger into his chest. "You don't know the first thing about me." "I know you love teaching Gaby piano, I know you love going out on walks when the sun is setting, I know you love letting me drive you to places, I know you love when I cook you dinner, I know where you used to work, where you want to work, I know when you first told me you were pregnant with our babygirl, I have your vows memorized and I know that you love me. I know that you love me, so why don't you just let me love you, hermosa?" Miguel had backed you into a door and gently cradled your face into his hands. He softly whispers to you as if trying to snap you back into reality, as if it wasn't setting in the moment you realized this psycho was obsessed with you two.

"I would never, ever hurt you. I do everything for our family, nothing else. My two girls are the only things on my mind all day when I'm at work. And to come back home to you is everything I could ask for. And if there was anything else I could ask for, is for you to love me back. Please." He had gestured your daughter out of her bedroom and she ran into his arms. He smiled down at her, making her worried face shift into one of relief. Miguel laughs and kisses her forehead lovingly. You want to kill this man for ever putting his hands on you and your daughter. You failed to keep your girl safe and now she was in the hands of a monster she believed to be her dead daddy. Your worst fucking nightmare come true. Calling out to her and making her come to your side wouldn't save her. Attempting to kill him wouldn't save her because then the both of you would be stuck wherever you were. All you wanted was for her to live a normal life, and not even the universe could give you that. What were you gonna do?

Miguel noticed your blank face and sent Gaby away, grabbing your hand gently. You let him. He hugs you and whispers into your ear. "I'm done talking about this. You clearly need sleep." You look up at him, glaring, yet he continues to stare down at you with adoration. He leaves no room for argument as he opens the bedroom door to lead you in.

#yandere #yandere x reader #reader #yandere x you #yandere character #across the spiderverse #atsv #miguel o'hara #yandere miguel o'hara #yandere atsv #yandere miguel o'hara x reader #yandere atsv x reader #yandere spiderman #yandere spiderverse #soft yandere #yandere miguel fanfic #yandere miguel x reader #astv miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n

[lilspacewolfie]

would it be possible to do a cardinal copia x reader first date but the day of the date copia ends up forgetting due to a stressful day, and expects them to be mad but ends up telling copia its ok and ends with them cuddling copia and making sure he gets a good night sleep.

Thank you for being my first request! I really hope you have as much fun reading this as I did writing it! <3

Content: 1.6k words, gn!reader, very little description to keep it as gender-neutral as possible, soft copia, failed date, sweet ending, just all around very soft and fluffy, no beta we die like nihil!

The little Italian place in town is quaint and surprisingly busy given its midweek. It’s a small hole in the wall, cramped but lively, with beautifully arched windows and candles dotting each table that give off a warm, intimate ambience. 

Arranging a date with Copia had proven to be tougher than expected with both of your busy schedules. But when you managed to figure out the time, Copia had insisted on this place.  

You arrived early—about thirty minutes to be exact, not wanting to be late for your first date. You’ve gotten all dressed up and probably spent a little more on a new outfit than is warranted for a first date, but you want to make a good impression. 

There’s faint music playing above you, slow and swaying. You try not to think about how long you’ve been sitting there, growing increasingly more awkward as the minutes tick by. When you finally do give in and pull out your phone to check the time, you can’t help but feel a bit troubled. It’s close to seven. Anxiety rolls through you like a storm cloud and you swallow, debating on sending him a message. You had agreed to meet at six so you could eat, and then have enough time to take a casual stroll to the Ministry together. You had hoped to enjoy the spring air, but now that's starting to feel like a dream that sadly won't come true. 

You slip your phone back into your pocket and lean on a fist, drumming your fingers anxiously atop the red and white check tablecloth. It’s probably nothing, he’s a busy man, after all. Maybe he just got held up with some last-minute things. So then why hasn’t he texted? 

Copia is the last man you would expect to stand anyone up without reason, and you know he would alert you if he was running late. He’s sweet and thoughtful—you’ve been with him for long enough to gather that he’s one to commit a bit of self-flagellation when he thinks he’s messed up. 

Around you, couples cosy up and laugh, sip wine together and indulge in the restaurant's luscious food that smells divine. Your jealous stomach growls and you swallow thickly when the waitress approaches you for the second time that evening. You can see on her face that she’s hesitant to ask if you’re ready to order, and there’s something akin to pity in her eyes. Not that you need it. 

You’re staring at the rose in the little red vase on the table when she asks: “Are you ready to order?” 

Maybe he isn’t coming. Maybe he forgot? No, no, that's a stupid thought. Even Copia would tell you that himself. You’re a priority to him. 

An idea hits you. 

“Actually,” you say, turning over your laminated menu, “I think I am.”

She smiles, pulling out a little flip book and a pen. 

—

The Ministry is quiet when you make it back, carrying hot, precious cargo in a white paper bag. Your footfalls echo on the marble floor as you traverse the old halls, passing preserved paintings, stone statues of your Dark Lord and stained glass windows that bathe the halls in colour even at night. 

You know where Copia’s office is located, near Imperators just down the hall, and so you make your way over. When you get there the hallway is darkened, but you see exactly what you expected. His door is closed and there’s a thin slither of light spilling from beneath onto the oak flooring. So, he has been held up. 

When you knock, loud enough to be heard but receive no response, worry sits heavy in your chest. You knock again and wait, but still, there’s no response. Your gaze falls to the brass doorknob which you grasp and turn, the door creaking a bit when it’s open. 

Inside is warm, the light from the beautiful Tiffany-styled lamp bathing the room in a cosy orange. His desk is at the far end in front of a massive arched window and there’s a stack of papers on his desk. When you do finally see him, you’re suddenly not vexed or hurt anymore. In fact, you have to bite your lip to keep from giggling. 

Copia is snoring softly, slumped over his old desk with his pen still balanced in hand. He looks so peaceful that you don’t want to wake him, but you know his back and shoulders won’t be thanking him tomorrow if you don’t. 

Carefully you close the door, tiptoe over to the front of his desk and set the paper takeaway bag on the chair. When you round to his side and get a good look at him, you bite your lip again and something uncoils in your chest. The black paint around his eyes is a bit smudged and his handsome face is picturesque, the wrinkles across his forehead softened by the light. 

You touch his arm first, squeezing and rubbing his bicep through his red cassock. You rest your other hand on his wild, mousy brown hair that's sticking up and stroke it down gently. 

“Copia?” You whisper, shaking him a bit. 

He stirs, inhaling and stiffening before his mismatched eyes blink open. He’s awake in an instant, flustered and a bit out of it, and you step back to let him get his bearings. 

“Amore?” He blinks at you a few times, forcing himself to sit up in his leather desk chair. He glances at the clock above the door, then at you, then back at your clothes and his shoulders slump. You watch the horror and recognition play across his face.  

“Oh, cazzo,” he swears quietly, scrubbing a hand over his face, as he looks back up at you with big, glossy eyes. “Amore, perdonami, ti prego… I… Sister wanted me to finish some last minute things and I must’ve fallen asleep and—merda…” he says, anguished. 

“Copia, shh, it’s okay,” you soothe, taking his face in your hands and stroking your thumbs across the hair of his sideburns. He leans into your hold, wide-eyed. You shake your head, smiling and he deflates, pressing one of his leather-clad hands to yours on his face. 

“But you got all dressed up and—“

“It’s okay,” you say again and you think he might actually start crying, but you’re not about to let him catch the self-flagellation train tonight. 

“I’m so sorry, amore,” he whispers again, sadly. 

“Don’t apologise,” you chide gently, “you’re tired. It’s okay. I figured something was wrong when you didn’t show. Don’t be sorry, I know Imperator has been hard on you lately.”

He winces a bit, but you lean in and kiss him tenderly, soothing his hurt like balm on a stinging wound. He relents, stroking his thumb over your knuckles, and when you pull away he sighs. You know he’ll feel awful about this for a while, but at least you might be able to help him feel less bad. 

“I brought takeout,” you flick your eyes to the paper bag, pulling back. Copia follows, taking one of your hands and you help pull him to his feet. 

He groans, and winces again, muttering a few choice swears that make you giggle. When he looks you up and down with a new form of clarity that isn’t veiled by torment, his expression relaxes. 

“Sei bellissima, amore mio.”

You lean in and press your mouth to his, brief and chaste and Copia hums, wrapping you up in his arms for a proper hug.

You take dinner back to his room, letting the relaxed atmosphere carry you both into its sweet lull. 

You borrow one of Copia’s shirts and his many tracksuit bottoms to change into while he freshens up and scrubs the paint from his face. When you’re both done, you pop Bram Stroker’s Dracula on low in the background. You lounge together on his bed, munching on the takeout pasta and drinking the wine Copia had intended to give you at the restaurant. Every time he attempts to apologise for missing your date, you silence him with another sweet kiss that tastes of wine and creamy pasta sauce, watching him blush sweetly. 

By the time you’re both finished, bellies full and thoroughly warmed from the wine, you’re both too exhausted and comfortable to move. 

Copia’s flush to your side curled around you with his head on your shoulder while you play with his soft hair. You press the occasional kiss to his temple, smelling his zesty shower cream and the heady wine on his breath. You watch, quietly amused, as he tries to focus on the movie, blinking hard and forcing his eyes to stay open. You love it when he’s like this, vulnerable and sleep-warm. You don’t need a fancy restaurant. This is perfect.

“Sleep if you want,” you tell him, trailing your fingers lazily up and down his bicep. 

“Are you sure?” He mutters guiltily, lifting his eyes to yours. There's still small flecks of black around his eyes that never seem to leave. He looks adorable and exhausted. You gently wipe away the smudge of black on the tip of his freckled nose.

“Of course,” you smile at him. “You had a long day, Satan knows you need it.” 

Copia turns his face and kisses the skin of your collarbone, adjusting again before he settles. You tug the blanket that’s haphazardly thrown over you both further up his body and make sure he’s tucked in.

He’s asleep in mere moments, body growing heavy against your side, and the sound of his slow, laboured breaths mixes with the buzz of the movie as it slowly plays out.

masterlist ⛧ Ao3

#ghost #the band ghost #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #ao3 #cardinal copia x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #cardinal copia fanfiction #papa copia #papa copia x reader #x reader

[nocreativityfornames]

teen mc and the brothers (possibly with the side chars too?? idk u can just do the brothers if u wanr!!) going to a carnival and mc goes

"WOAHHHH THATS A BIG STUFFED TOY!!!!" and they look at it with sparkles and turns to them with a smile like :DDDDDDDDD

so i wondered how they would do to win the prize? it could be any carnival booth activity thingy

Thank you for the request! This was very fun to write! 🐢

The brothers ( + Diavolo & Barbatos ) when Teen!MC wants the big stuffed animal prize at the carnival

Lucifer

• He actually wanted to refuse the idea but after seeing MC's little expression he finds himself not having the heart to do it.

• You know that part of the Lantern Festival Event where Levi is struggling to win a shooting game and then we turn to see Lucifer there with the prizes already, having won the thing without no one even noticing? Same shit happens here. He wins the game so effortlessly that the stall guy is just left standing there in shock till Lucifer calls out to him and asks for the stuffed dinosaur.

• Mr.Pride here can't help but snort softly when sees MC hug the dinosaur like it's a long-lost friend, a sweet smile making an appearance on his face. "Now, would you care to tell me how exactly you're planning on carrying this thing home? Because it's almost your whole size and before you ask, no, I'm not doing it. It's yours and therefore your responsibility."

• Little MC tries to convince him otherwise but after seeing he wouldn't give in, their only option is to accept defeat and carry the big plushie themselves.

• The jerk ( affectionate ), he actually laughs seeing MC struggle to carry the dinosaur. Fine, he'll do it, but only because he doesn't wants the kid tripping on their feet for not being able to see where they're going.

Mammon

• Confident as fuck, he's wearing a big grin as he brags about how he's going to win first round! It's just a little game, it'll be easy-peasy! Child's play for the Great Mammon!

• He's at his 11th attempt and still nothing… 🥲

• Man is struggling, he wants to get the damn thing for MC but he'll lose all his precious money at this rate. He can't disappoint the brat though, not when they look so excited to get the stupid duck plushie prize and he's already promised he'd get it for them!

• Finally wins but his wallet ends up dead empty. He's crying on the inside but also happy at the same time after seeing how excited MC is to hold their new duck plushie.

• If they let him name the stuffed animal to make up for all the trouble he went through to get it, his heart will melt on the spot, what a sweet kid! 😭

• "Of course the little human wants the Great Mammon's help to carry it, give it here! I'll show ya how capable I am!" He's very proud as he carries the duck the whole way home, not caring about the looks he's getting from other demons.

Leviathan

• Just stares blankly at the big octopus plushie and MC for a second. Really? They want HIM to play it??

• Not very enthused at first but will do it for Henry! 

• Hypes himself up beforehand: That's right, he's gotta show the kid the power of a true otaku! He'll get that thing in no time, don't worry MC!

• He fails miserably first try but is still confident, on the second try he'll get it! It's alright!

• It's his 5th attempt and he's getting anxious and losing all his energy, but MC hypes him up again and he's ready for more.

• Oof, he finally gets it! The octopus is MC's now! ( if they name it Levi or Lord of Shadow he'll be moved, much like Mammon )

• "Y-You want me to carry it??" He's embarrassed to be seen with this thing, honestly, but he will give in eventually since he can never say no to MC's adorable puppy look.

Satan

• The moment his eyes lay on the cat plush he's in, not that he wouldn't do it if it wasn't a cat, but it definitely made him agree ( much ) faster.

• Gets it first try because he's read about how the game works and knows the most effective strategies to win ( If MC says he looked cool while playing he'll get them an ice cream on the way home ).

• "Can't you carry it yourself? You're the one who wanted it, after all." He stares down at MC with a curious look.

• "You sound like Lou."

• Immediately grabs the thing and starts walking away upon hearing this outrageous offense to his name. MC better pick up the pace if they want to keep up!

Asmodeus

• Of course he'll do it, MC doesn't even need to say a word, their expression on its own is already enough.

• He's many rounds in, but still hasn't managed to win the prize. It's making him tired and the teen can see it, so they try to convince him to give up, telling him they didn't want the bunny that badly.

• Asmo sees right through their lies and decides it's time to pull out the big guns. "Don't worry, sweetie, I still have one card up my sleeve! ♡" MC watches as Asmo shamelessly goes up to the demon at the stall, greeting the guy in an overly flirtatious tone.

• In the end MC ends up with their beloved plushie, and Asmo with a date scheduled for the weekend. It's a win-win situation, really. 🤭

Beelzebub

• Sure, he'll play it for MC.

• Wins without much trouble on the second try, having understood what he needed to do to win the game after failing his first attempt.

• Very happy to see MC's reaction to getting the stuffed bear. "It's pretty big, do you want me to carry it for you?" He asks after the teen thanks him excitedly.

• Will keep the sweetest of smiles on his face the whole way back to the house as he hears MC rambling about all names they could give the bear.

• Happily accepts whichever one they choose. "That's a very good name, MC." He ruffles their head like any kind older brother.

Belphegor

• Will probably say something snarky about how childish they're being and try to dismiss MC's request at first. But! After seeing how much they want it, he'll agree to it, though he still groans while going up to the stall. He's just too lazy for this, y'know…?

• Doesn't even play the game and instead just approaches the demon there, saying something to him that MC couldn't hear since Belphie had told them to stay behind. Soon enough the avatar is coming back, yawning with boredom as he carries the big stuffed bear under his arm.

• He also dodges MC's question when they ask what he said to the guy to get handed the penguin plushie so easily without even playing the game at all. "This thing is really fluffy, I could use it as a pillow." The brother chuckles as they leave together. "Oh, maybe you could let me borrow it from time to time?"

• Yeah, he definitely threatened that guy… 😶

Bonus: Diavolo ( and Barbatos )

• Diavolo immediately accepted. Man was actually even more thrilled than MC to get this thing, he loves these types of games!

• He's very very excited while playing the round and in the moment of truth, he turns to the demon at the stall with a big grin asking if he won.

• He in fact did not win, but the poor lower demon had no choice but to say otherwise as Barbatos stood behind Diavolo and MC giving him the most ominous aura while somehow still managing to keep a smile on his face.

• Ahaha, of course Lord Diavolo won!! Here's your plushie kid!!

• *insert here Dia's loud ass laugh* "I won! MC, I won!" The prince celebrated excitedly, it was hard to tell who was the real kid, him or MC.

• Meanwhile Barbatos just stands there with a content smile as if he's suddenly standing in a field of flowers and hadn't been this close 🤏 from committing murder a second ago.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #omswd #omnb #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me teen mc #obey me teen!mc #teen mc being a menace ☘ #asks and requests ～⁠♡ #☙ no creativity for names ✾

[babyhatesreality]

Hi there love!

I know you know who I am by that sentence and I could ask this without being anonymous but I don’t feel comfortable doing that I think you’ll understand why after reading this…

Okay so, recently I posted a fic who was asked about one of daddies waking up little reader with kisses on her 🐱 ect, you know what I mean ?

And I just had some hate about that because people didn’t read the warnings nor the warnings tags which made me really insecure and it also made me feel bad about all kind of things.

I don’t regret posting it because I love pleasing people in posting their requests but it just made me feel.. low, you know ?

And I wanted to know if you would be comfortable about writing a fic for me ?

I let you write whatever you want, let your mind flies but I just want to see in the fics lots of fluff by daddies, comfort, kisses, I need the reader to feel really little because I need to feel little right now and because of the hate I don’t know how

Thank you so much for even considering it, love! You’re an amazing writer and I know I already told you that but I tell you again now. Your fics are amazing and it always make me feel good

I love you!

Kisses,

Anonymous 💜

My love. I got you <3

Sparkle

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x little f! reader

Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, nicknames, reader is named but name scarcely used, sad baby, means internet words, angst, comfort, fluffity fluff fluff fluff.

YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. THIS STORY IS SFW- THE REST OF MY BLOG IS NOT NECESSARILY SO. MINORS DNI. I DO NOT CONSENT FOR MY WORK TO BE STOLEN, COPIED, OR TRANSLATED ONTO ANY OTHER SITE BUT MY OWN. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated. 

You shouldn't have gone onto the computer without your daddies. You always regretted it, and today was definitely no exception. But you'd been bored and forgotten.

You'd seen the stupid click-bait article but had been unable to resist. The lies, the insinuations, the straight up nastiness from people who had never met your daddies, let alone you, was astounding. That people felt it was okay to be this mean, this condescending, this nasty about someone else, while they were sitting pretty, safely behind their crumb-filled keyboards. You didn't want to think about it. But it kept drilling its way into your mind.

You tried everything to take your mind off it- watching Tangled, playing with Jellybean, coloring, drawing, building Legos, but nothing was working. You finally crawled into your closet, buried yourself under a blanket, and cried.

When Steve and Bucky came home, they were unnerved to find that their precious hyperactive angel didn't come running to greet them. They found you pretty quickly, getting you out from the closet and holding you close. They'd seen the iPad on your bed, and from a brief search history figured out the trigger pretty quickly.

Steve held you so tight in his arms, after wrapping your favorite yellow blanket around you. He rested his cheek on the top of your head and murmured soft things into your ear.

"Baby, you know what you read isn't true. These people don't know us or you. They are being mean because they think they are allowed to have a say in our lives. But that's wrong. They don't get a say. It only matters what you say, what I say, what Daddy says. And Daddy and I love you so much that we don't ever, EVER, want to be apart from you. We know that you're the best thing that ever happened to us. You make us so happy. You make so many people so happy, and that's just by being you. We don't want anyone else, and we don't want things to change. We love the way you sparkle."

As Steve was holding you, Bucky was making one of your favorite comfort meals- grilled cheese with tomato soup. You all had an impromptu picnic on the living room floor. Steve transferred you to Bucky's lap so he could spend some time reassuring you. He gently fed you bites of the sandwich and spoonfuls of soup.

"Papa is right, you know," Bucky said, wiping the tiniest bit of soup off your chin, before feeding you another bite of sandwich. "You're our best girl, baby. There's no one else, there never will be anyone else. And anyone who thinks that we're all wrong, never mattered in the first place. They don't get to decide our lives. They don't have any power over us at all. And they never will. You keep sparkling on, just like you always have. Okay?"

When you gave a shy, soft smile and a nod in return, they smiled their best Daddy and Papa smiles at you. Neither one of them put you down for the rest of the night except at bath time, and even then they always had one hand on you. You got to eat cookies in bed with them while they read your two stories each.

And you realized- your sparkle is what makes you unique. The way you laugh, and play, and giggle, and create- that's what they loved about you. And absolutely no one could take that away. You were- and would always be- loved for your sparkle.

#daddy!bucky #daddy!bucky x little!reader #daddy bucky #daddy bucky x little reader #daddy!steve #daddy!steve x little!reader #daddy steve #daddy steve x little reader #daddy steve rogers #daddy steve rogers x little reader #daddy!steve rogers #daddy!steve rogers x little #daddy stucky #daddy stucky x little reader #daddy!stucky #daddy!stucky x little reader

[kpopimaginings]

English - Hyunjin

A/N: Finally got this request about Hyunjin and a native English speaking reader written! Sorry it took so long, but please enjoy

You absolutely loved dating Hyunjin, there was no doubt about it. He was really everything you wanted in a boyfriend, so sweet and attentive, cute yet hot. Another perk was definitely the fact that you had also acquired two new English-speaking friends. As a native English speaker yourself, there was something very comforting about having Felix and Chan around. Being in Korea wasn't an easy change, so having people around you who were so fluent in your mother tongue and could help you out with Korean was very reassuring.

What you hadn't realised was the fact that Hyunjin had picked up on how often you would hang out with his Australian friends. He understood that it was nice for you to be able to chat with them in English, but sometimes it had him feeling a little insecure. Besides, he was your boyfriend, he should be able to give you the comfort and support you sought in them.

At first he would try to join in with you, but he slowly stopped, stepping away when you became engrossed in conversation with Chan and Felix. Sure, he knew some English and he could carry a conversation with you, but it didn't flow right. He'd have to pause occasionally to get his head or tongue around the foreign words.

One day, you popped to the dorms unannounced, just wanting to spend a bit of time with your man. You found Hyunjin sitting at the table with his earphones in and a very serious look furrowing his brow. His fingers were threaded through his hair, his forehead resting on his palm as he flicked through the book in front of him.

Creeping over, you placed a kiss on top of his head.

"Hi, Jinnie," you smiled as he looked up at you, trying to hide what was in front of him.

He wasn't quite quick enough though and you realised it and English book he was using to study.

"Hello," he said, flustered but English. "I - uh, I wasn't expecting you."

"I know, I wanted to surprise you," you pointed out. "Are you studying English again? Do you want me to help?"

"No, it's ok," he said, but his expression told you things were far from ok.

"What's wrong?" you asked, taking the seat beside him.

"Nothing."

"Hyunjin, I know you, something's up."

"Up?" he asked innocently, glancing at the ceiling.

You let out a chuckle. "That's not-"

"Right, of course," he said, realising the literal translation wasn't helping him. "I'm sorry, I'm too stupid."

"Wait, what?" you were now even more confused. "Why are you stupid?"

"I try, very hard," he explained, sticking with English as he tried to make you understand. "I want to be good at English for you, but it's very hard. I watch when you talk with Chan-hyung and Felix. It makes you happy. I want you to be happy with me."

"Jinnie, I am happy with you. You're amazing at English. You've learnt so much so fast, I'm sorry if I made you feel bad when I laughed just now, but you were so cute."

"But I can't keep up with you when you talk with them."

"So tell us you don't understand something, we'll explain, that's how you learn more," you explained. "It's so sweet that you've been studying and you want to be better for me, but the best way you'll learn things is by having conversations."

Hyunjin let out a sigh, looking down at the book again.

"I don't want you to think I like hanging out with them more than you," you continued. "You are so precious to me; you do make me happy. You make me feel loved."

Looking back up at you he smiled a little. You leant in a pecked a quick kiss to his lips.

"And by the way, 'something's up' just means 'something's wrong', you can use it the same way."

"Ok, thank you, that helps."

"Good. I'm here for you," you assured him.

"Can we just hang out here? With food?" he asked, pushing the book on the table away from him.

"Absolutely. That's exactly what I was hoping for," you smiled.

"Jagi?" Hyunjin spoke as you were about to stand.

"Yes?"

Now that your attention was back on him, he kissed you properly.

"Thank you. I am lucky I have you," he told you.

"And I'm not going anywhere," you assured him, taking his hand and squeezing it tightly.

NAVIGATION |  STRAY KIDS MASTERLIST

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[starsomens]

he couldn't just let you be upset, hurt adn scared after that. He had to fix it.

“Princess?” Noah knocks on the door not sure if you had locked it or not “Princess please I’m sorry…I never meant to hurt you or say any of those things I-“ he tests the knob and finds it to be unlocked. He lets go of a breath he wasn't aware that he was holding. He pokes his head inside and sees you hunched over your vanity. He felt his heart ache as he stepped inside and walked to your shaking form carefully. He places a hand on your shoulder

"..baby?" he voice was soft, not wanting to startle you.

You swallow hard "what do you want?" you try and present a strong voice as your head come up from your arms. You make up was smeared and left tear tracks down your face. You eyes were red and puffy and seeing it broke his heart "shouldn't you be at your club?" You ask him still wanting to jab at him for what he did

"No baby...nothing compares to being home with you" he answers trying to meet the eyes he loved so much

"Well I don't care anymore...go and enjoy you stupid girls" you said looking at him in the mirror. You looked at him not with hate, but with hurt and anger.

"Y/N, you're my only girl" he said caging you into the vanity as he leaned on the edge "Please....I'm so sorry, you didn't deserve any of that. I swear on my life, you are the only woman, my woman, none of them even come close to you. I should have stopped the very first time you said so…."

"..so why do...why do y-you still go?" you curse you voice for breaking and raising in pitch. Hot tears fall from your eyes once again. Your head falls back into your hands and Noah comes to kneel on the floor. He spins your chair so you’re facing him. His warm hands ground you and made you feel secure, even in vulnerability.

“Y/N, baby..my love look at me,” he asked you softly as his hands gently take your hands from your face. “There you are…my perfect little flower”

His large thump wiping the black, but only sneering it more

“I am an honest man and I am telling you it’s business only. The dancers who work there sometimes don’t know when I visit and are just hoping to get some pocket money. I don’t go to enjoy myself…I go to make sure I make the money I need to give you anything you ask for in this world. why do I have to go a see another girl when I have a stunning woman at home?”

You simply shrug your shoulders feeling zapped of energy

“But listen to me, if it makes you feel better and more secure that I don’t go there, I won’t.” He told you “I was being stupid, and grabbing you like that….dont ever let me treat you that way again Y/N, I want you to slap the shit outta me if I even attempt it “ he had finally cracked a smile from you. “Okay baby?”

You nod “okay” you repeat “…I should have..”

“Yes. you should have” he smiles at you

“I’m sorry for over reacting”

“No. Im sorry princess, never and I mean NEVER again,” he stated deep into your eyes “everything that I do, I do to give you the best and highest life you desire. Anything is yours, all you have to do is ask me, my love.”

“Well I..” he waits for your response “…I want you…” you answer

“Then it’s done, now let’s clean up that pretty face huh?” He stood up and grabbed your make up remover supplies and started to gently work on your face while he spoke to you

“You’re my princess”

“So smart, and resourceful, no one compares”

“I’m sorry I hurt you princess, I’m so so sorry”

After it was all gone he helped with your skin care and just stared at you

“You’re the most precious thing to me” he held your face in his hands and caressed your skin with his thumbs “how about we get you to bed?”

You nod your head and he leads you to the large bed in the middle of the room. He lets you get in first and tucks you in snuggly. He squats down a an kisses your head

“I’ll be in bed in an hour, I need to make some arrangements for tomorrow and I’ll come back okay?” He informs you, he could see the sadness still on your face from his statement “baby, I promise you in an hour, I’ll be back, snuggling you and holding you through the night okay? I promise”

And he did come back to bed within the hour. He arranged to have someone take his place so he didn’t have to visit anymore. Which meant tomorrow he’s take you out for the day as an apology. Shopping, restaurants, shows, movies, anything you want. So here he laid with you in bed, his arms wrapped around you, protecting and shielding you from this world as he should be doing.

He was just basking in the feeling of you asleep in his arms. Thinking of all the ways he’d treat you tomorrow, starting with breakfast in bed (wink)

#bad omens #noah sebastian #bad omens cult #noahsebastian #Mafia Noah Sebastian #part 2 #star’s blurbs✨

[wormdebut]

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE WITH ME ✨ ENJOY - “I missed him, seriously? You two boneheads got to see him? That’s a cruel joke and I for one am not having a good time, in these hallowed walls.” Eddie was pressed. It was five-thirty in the morning on a god damned Saturday and Maxine was being insufferable.

“I thought you said pretty boy was shy! I for one thought he was endearingly feisty.” Max tossed her hip into Eddies side and she shuffled behind him to get espresso from the back.

Eddie let out a quick laugh, “Are you sure we are talking about the same pretty boy? My pretty boy? He said all of ten words, maybe. But god, he blushes so pretty.”

“Steve Harrington, right?” Max called from the back as Eddie was finishing setting up his beloved pastry display. The fluffy blueberry muffins were looking especially fruity this morning, and Eddie was ecstatic. He absolutely dropped one on the floor at that though.

“He has a last name? You know his last name? How the hell did you pull that off Mayfield?” Max had the beans tucked up against her shoulder as she crouched down to grab the fallen muffin, “Jeez Ed, you don’t have to throw things to get what you want. I asked him to join our new loyalty program. You know we need a first name, last name, phone number, sexual orientation, et cetera et cetera.”

Eddie stood frozen with the stupid floor muffin, “Sexual orien—what?” He shook his head to snap out of it, “Did you say phone number? Maxine Evelyn Mayfield, did you con my pretty boy out of his precious phone number—” He finally tossed the poor muffin into the trash and grabbed the beans out of his current favorite employees hands, pouring them into the machine hopper, “For little ol’ me?” He fluttered his eyes at her and she swatted at him to get him to absolutely cut that shit out.

“Of course I did, you flaming homosexual idiot.” Eddie loved Max, she was a sister to him really, and he never saw himself as someone that would get to have more family than just his uncle Wayne. He loved Wayne deeply, but Max had started working at the grind as soon as she turned sixteen, came out to him as bisexual within the same year and they had been inseparable since.

“You flatter me Red, you truly do, gimme gimme gimme the goods.”

“Calm down, Edward. Let us get the store open and then I’ll tell you what you want to know, Capiche?”

Eddie groaned as he walked away, “Come on Maxine, at least I call you by your government name. You know Edward isn’t even that.”

She laughed again, “Forgive me, Edison.”

——

“Max, why does our fearless leader keep staring out the window like he’s waiting for someone to return home from a year long journey?” Erica was not the only one that noticed Eddie peering out into the street with eyes wide like he was a kid that lost his mom at the grocery store. Max and Erica were settled at either machine and Eddie had blown through all the guest orders in the lobby, hoping to see the current object of his affections but he had had no luck.

“Because he’s waiting for his flavor of the week to return from the Abercrombie cataloger he seemingly walked out of.”

Erica huffed out a laugh, shaking her head as she muttered a brief ‘hopeless’ under her breath.

Eddie Munson wasn’t one to get caught up on any specific man, no. He kept his options open and certainly was not the dating type, not since—he just wasn’t a relationship guy. There was something about Steve though. Was he being irrational, having only seen the man once? Abso-fucking-lutely he was, but Eddie didn’t care. He knew the people around this city, he knew which regulars he could take out for a drink, he knew who not to talk to. Steve was new, and Steve was cute. So cute.

The business was slow for a Saturday, Eddie certainly didn’t mind. He was distracted. After checking on the girls, he ducked away to the back to pull his phone out. Max had given him the sticky note that had ‘Steve Harrington’ written on it, in surprisingly neat cursive with a number underneath. He was willing to get Max whatever she wanted, after the little stunt she pulled. The ‘Loyalty Program’, god Red was genius.

Eddie: So, I’ve got some good news, and I’ve got some bad news. Always gotta go with the bad first so, Max may or may not have lied about the loyalty program. My uncle is fairly old fashioned so we don’t subscribe to that kind of thing, but the good news is I get to shoot my shot, so drinks tonight, maybe? I know a couple cool places in the area if your interested?

Eddie sure as shit wasn’t shy and he wasn’t going to pretend to be. He smirked to himself as he sent the text off, but the smirk was just as quickly dropped when he realized he didn’t even say who he was.

Eddie: Shit! This is Eddie, by the way, the manager at The Daily Grind? I honestly can’t get you out of my head, to the point that my team stepped in, so like I said, this is me shooting my shot - E

Because business was slower than usual, Eddie’s day was slow as hell. The customers were an even mix of lovely and absolute hellions. One woman asked him to blend a drip coffee with ice? He did it of course, but he sure as fuck did not want to. A gentleman tried to snap at Max and she handled it fairly well on her own, but Eddie was waiting in the wings for her signal.

One-thirty couldn’t have come sooner. Eddie absolutely beamed as his beloved best friend and assistant manager for all intents and purposes blew in with her hair up in a bouncy high pony-tail, “Eddie Baby!” she cheered and she threw her arms around his neck with a airy laugh.

“Chrissy Angel!” Eddie smiled into her obnoxiously high pony tail, “Did you catch Henderson in the parking lot?”

“Yeah he was just pulling in. Day go okay?”

Chrissy Cunningham was bubbly and fierce. Eddie absolutely adored her. She followed behind Eddie as he sauntered into the back to catch her up. He wished her well, greleted Dustin as he made his way in. Erica was set to stay with them for the next few hours, but Chris and Dustn would be fine to close up by six.

Eddie walked Max to her car, and nothing short of cackled when she wished him well with his ‘lover boy’.

“Haven’t heard from him yet, Red, but you know I will keep you updated.” She waved him goodbye as she slid into her car. Eddie found his motorcycle, that he had parked by the back door and found himself lost in thought as he drove home.

Eddie really wasn’t a relationship guy. He was twenty-three and had had one relationship, Devon had been great. He had been. They had been together for two years, Eddie was eighteen and fresh out of high school, Devon was there for Eddie when he needed affection, when he needed someone to need him. Devon was older than Eddie, twenty-two when they started dating and he had clung to Eddie, it was unhealthy at the end. The facade Devon had put on had melted away, and it just—Eddie was snapped out of his thoughts as he parked in his apartment complex. His phone trilled and he couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face when he saw the text from ‘Shy Boy Stevie’.

Steve: Hey! Sorry to get back to you so late. Rob and I are still unpacking our apartment. I am not at all familiar with the area yet but would really love to see you again. Where do you want to meet?

Eddie: Excellent. Meet me at Bauman’s on Braker Street at 8? It’s a date sweet thing. - E

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[prodigal-explorer]

my dearest little prince (i)

(roman sanders hurt/comfort, cw for extreme self deprecation and janus dropping truth. features sympathetic janus!)

“My dearest little prince…what’s happened to you?”

Roman’s hollow eyes, darkened from sleep deprivation, were squeezed shut, tears spilling out the sides and down his cheeks. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Nobody was supposed to know. Not even Janus’ tender, lulling voice could pull him out of this panic.

“Baby, come here. Please. Let me help you. Let me hold you.”

Janus’ words were practically hypnotic to the tired, desperate young prince. Roman was so tired of being used, so tired of being an object. All he wanted was to be loved, just like everyone else, but it seemed that no matter what he did, no matter what positions he bent himself into, he could never change himself enough. He was still too Roman. Maybe his actions weren’t the problem, after all. Maybe Roman himself was to blame. Everything about him, after all, was wrong, no matter what he did and how he did it. Roman could feel his mind turn to fuzz, Janus’ words and form growing farther and farther away as he enveloped himself in a meager attempt at self-protection. After all, Roman had long learned that he couldn’t trust anybody else to protect him from anything.

This had to be a trap. It just had to be.

“When was the last time you ate?” Janus whispered, putting a hand on Roman’s shoulder. The prince flinched back, but Janus persisted, too anxious to be sensitive. “Baby, please. I’m worried about you. You’ve always been so fragile. And lately, it feels like you’ve just been floating away.”

“Yeah?” Roman whispered, his voice seething with hurt. “I wonder why.”

Janus blinked, and tilted his head, his brow furrowed. “What do you mean, darling?” he asked gently.

“Maybe I should float away,” Roman mumbled thickly as his tears started to suffocate him. “You all would like it so much better if I was gone. You play tricks on me to make me shut up or look stupid, you use me for your own agendas without even caring about mine, and then you betray me when all I ever wanted to do was help my friends! I wanted to be a prince, I wanted to be honorable and chivalrous, but- but what’s the point if it always ends with me alone? I’m the least favorite side, Janus. The least favorite. The least amount of fans like me, and the most amount of fans hate me.”

“That’s-…that’s not fair, Roman,” Janus whispered, but Roman interjected before Janus could continue.

“Maybe it is fair,” he snapped, “Someone has to be. Maybe it should be me. After all, I am the evil twin. No matter what I say or do, no matter how hard I try, people only care about the bad stuff I did, and none of the good stuff I’m doing. What’s the point of trying anymore? What’s the point of anything?”

Roman tried to keep ranting, but a whimper cut him off, and as he realized the weight of everything he was saying, he started to sob. He felt like he was being crushed under the weight of the situation. Never in his entire life had the little prince felt so helpless.

Janus took the opportunity to talk. He tried to hide his anger, not towards Roman, but towards everyone and everything that caused Roman to believe such terrible things were actually true. Himself included.

“My precious little one,” Janus murmured, carefully pulling Roman’s limp and trembling limbs into a hug. “You are not evil. Evil people don’t worry about whether or not they’re evil. Evil people don’t cry as you do now. You are so, so good, my darling. And I’m sorry that nobody has told you that. I’m sorry that you’ve felt so alone for so long. You try harder than anybody I know. You are so ready to learn and change that sometimes I worry that you’ll lose yourself one day and never find it again.”

“Would that really be such a bad thing?” Roman muttered to Janus’ chest.

“Of course it would!” Janus scolded gently, starting to rhythmically pet Roman’s curly hair and support his delicate form. “Roman, you are so special. You’re so…beautiful. I’ve never met anybody else who sees the world the way you do, with such wonder. With such color. You sing when no audience is around to applaud you. You speak to things that can’t speak back. You care so much about everything. You care more than anybody I’ve ever met.”

There was silence and stillness in the room for a very long time, not a sound except for occasional sniffling from Roman. And then, the creative side fully launched himself into Janus’ arms, letting his sorrow carry him as he melted into Janus’ secure, but gentle hold, sobbing into his shoulder and letting Janus support his weight, trusting him to keep him upright.

“My baby…my sweet baby,” Janus whispered, “You’ve been hurting for a long time, haven’t you?”

Roman couldn’t speak. He couldn’t act, he couldn’t ask for more than this. For so long, he had been trying to act more mature, so he could be taken more seriously. But it felt so good to just cry, and be a child again, even if just for a moment. Janus seemed to innately know that Roman needed this. Maybe Janus cared more than Roman thought.

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #tss #roman sanders #sanders sides fandom #janus sanders #sympathetic janus #roman tss #tss janus #janus tss #tss roman #roceit #platonic roceit #hurt/comfort #sanders sides roman #sanders sides janus #roman sanders angst #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fic #sanders sides fanfic

[happilychaengs]

spontaneous combustion

huh yunjin x gender neutral reader

synopsis: a night spent with yunjin free of restrictions and limits. one filled with spontaneity, confessions, and the night sky.

word count: 845

triggers/warnings: originally a post on my second blog i am trying new stuff but no warnings. yunjin is just a little simp 😒

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you weren't expecting today to be any different than the rest. a day full of well-deserved rest, and maybe just a smidge of selfishness as you ordered pizza to your doorstep, ready to snack on it and relax on the couch watching some stupid drama.

so when the doorbell rang and you got up off the couch, you weren't expecting much except a delivery person with a big round pizza in their hands that you'd most definitely enjoy. but when you swing the door open, you're... met with something out of your expectations. there she stood on your porch, hands in her pockets as she smiled at you, her head nudging towards her car behind her.

"do you want to go somewhere?"

and now here you were. your hair was blowing in the wind, and the windows rolled down as the trees started to blur all in one, passing you by. cold enveloped your entire body as you crossed your arms tightly around your chest, a deep sigh coming out of your mouth. your mind couldn't be any further away from your now cold pizza as you glanced over at her, bobbing her head up and down to the quiet tune on the radio.

"where are we going?"

the cold didn't seem to faze her as she smiled and her eyes crinkled, continuing to stare down the long road ahead of you. "you'll see."

you lay beside yunjin on the cold, soft grass, hands intermingled as you looked up at the dark, dreamy sky. stars scattered all across as you felt yunjin's warm hand tighten ever so slightly, a few faint breaths coming from the both of you.

"it's beautiful."

you can hear her smile through her tone, "mhm. you are beautiful."

"cheesy." you rolled your eyes as you turned your head over. you meet her longing gaze and to say it was more beautiful than the night sky itself would be an understatement. her dark hazel eyes were filled with such raw unadulterated love, a small smile playing at her lips as she continues staring, not a single care in the world.

"you're it for me, y/n." she turns over on her side as she brings your hand closer to her, leaving a small kiss on your knuckles, "and i know its maybe too soon to say it but... i think... i'm falling in love with you."

the sound of it makes your heart swell as you close your eyes and let out a small sigh, the words making your heart beat a little too fast for your liking. but it's addictive. "can you... say it again?"

you hear her precious laugh as the same few words escape her mouth. "now i'm definitely falling in love with you."

her thumb begins to draw small circles on the back of your hand, "you're perfect, you know."

you laugh as you feign ignorance, an irresistible heat building up in your cheeks, "stop..."

"no, it's true!" you hear a small rustling as you finally open your eyes again, yunjin sitting up as she stared at you. "would you like to list everything i love about you?"

"no!" you whisper, "i don't think i can handle it..."

she smiles as she ignores your comment, beginning to rattle on, "well first off, there's that adorable thing you do when you taste some really amazing food. you like purse your lips together and you furrow your eyebrows and it's just simply... amazing."

embarrassment fills your mind as you sit up alongside her. did you actually do that?

"and then there's your smile. i can't... i don't think words could do it justice. it's just... amazing."

you shake your head as inevitably you actually do start to smile before quickly putting your hand up to cover it. yunjin quickly pulls your hand away as she smiles as well, "i wish you could look through my eyes. if you could see what i saw right now, i think you'd agree."

you turn away, being a hot and flustered mess as you hear her prattle on again, thankfully not saying anymore compliments. you might just burst.

"i'll spare you this time, y/n..." she drags on as she points at you, her eyes squinting, "since i think we'd be here all night if i decided to say everything on my mind but i'll be sure to bring everything next time so we can camp out and i tell you all about your great qualities!"

and you were so not ready for when that time comes around.

the walk back to the car is one filled with comfortable silence as you tug at yunjin's red shawl. she turns around, her curiosity piqued, "is everything okay?"

you nodded your head quickly as the words struggle to come out of your mouth, "i just wanted to say... i'm... i'm falling in love with you too."

and then her eyes seem to sparkle like the stars above as she just smiles, the brightest you've ever seen. oh, how you loved hers as well.

#yunjin imagines #le sserafim imagines #le sserafim x reader #yunjin x reader #huh yunjin x reader #huh yunjin imagines #girl group imagines #girl group scenarios

[the-bjd-community-confess]

TW: Discussion of CSA

I'm Sick of This Shit

Sorry Mod, this is off-topic and heavy stuff, but I'm fucking sick of this cutesy little internet trend of insinuating the worst about people over fucking nothing. This is going to get heavy but I'm not sitting down and shutting the fuck up this time.

Please put a read more here? I don't want to trigger anyone, I just want to try and give a wake-up call to people who do this shit.

I cannot believe I just read a callout post for someone as a "dangerous individual" and it's about them drawing some fictional character. Or rather, I can, because it keeps happening, and it's the dumbest new trend I've ever seen. As a victim of that specific kind of abuse? As in, someone who's fucking tapes have a hash in the ICAC database? (Do you even know what that means? Do you even care to find out? Do you actually care about victims or do you just want some moral gotcha over the person you don't like? Because I have a feeling it's the second one!) Someone who's been really fucking impacted and harmed by this shit in my actual flesh-and-blood real life?

Shut the fuck up. No, actively, antagonistically fuck you. How fucking dare you equate the seriousness of my and others' real-life physical harm to someone finding some stupid WORTHLESS, UNIMPORTANT, NOT REAL ANIME CHARACTER HOT. Who in the absolute fuck actually sincerely CARES?? Do you think authors who write about murder want to secretly kill people?? Do you think people who make horror movies can contact the dead? You are so obsessed about thought crimes and unimportant bullshit to the degree that you are accusing people of being the absolute worst type of person over anime. OVER ANIME! Who the fuck cares if someone draws a fake person doing something sexual. I, as a victim, do not give a shit. I don't care if they draw a fake person getting dismembered. I don't care if they write about a fake person being subjected to death by 1000 paper-cuts! Do you know why?

They're not fucking real!

Somewhere along the way people seem to have forgotten that the reason abuse is bad isn't because it's "icky" and "gross" and makes you uncomfortable to think about.

It's bad because it's fucking hurtful to people who are actually really alive. It's bad because if you cut a real person we fucking bleed. It's bad because if you do things to our body, it leaves fucking SCARS. It's bad because WE LIVE WITH THE FUCKING TRAUMA AND CONSEQUENCES OF WHAT IS DONE TO US YOU STUPID EMOTIONALLY BEREFT ASSHOLE, YOU FUCKING MORALLY STUNTED BRAT. DO YOU FUCKING COMPREHEND THAT? DO YOU ACTUALLY HAVE THE CAPACITY TO UNDERSTAND THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN REAL LIFE AND FICTION? LIKE DO YOU? ARE YOU AN ACTUAL CHILD? BECAUSE IF SO, YOU SHOULD NOT BE ENGAGING IN THESE DISCUSSIONS IN THE FIRST PLACE! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU??? AND IF YOU ARE AN ADULT, FUCKING ACT LIKE ONE. This isn't a slag against someone who does have empathy issues or anything like that- ironically they tend to have no problem differentiating real life from fiction crimes, at least in my experience. No no, this is against the specific type of person who willfully chooses to libel against someone because of what usually boils down to """fandom crimes."""

I am in a support group for people like me. Do you know what we bitch about lately? You motherfuckers. Clogging the actual fucking hotlines by reporting drawings of cartoon characters, do you even realize that there are real consequences to your moral crusade? The time these people are forced to spend deleting anime art from their email literally costs real-life children -- AGAIN, REAL PEOPLE BEING HURT, YOU FUCKS -- precious time from getting the help they so desperately fucking deserve. Do you even think before you act? Do you? Do you fucking consider for a moment the real-world consequences of your behavior, or do you just raise your head and preen over your moralistic victory against the nastybadwrong person that wrote a story you don't like? I hate you.

Sure. Maybe this person who was submitted about really is the scum of the earth, an absolutely toxic bastard of an individual who does deserve a callout post. Wouldn't surprise me, because lots of shitty people are out there. So then, if that's the case, how come you didn't present that proof? Because all I read (images didn't work) is that they drew some anime character horny. People have been doing that for decades. The fucking Disney animators have drawn Mickey Mouse and Minnie Mouse going at it. Who gives a shit. It's fiction. You are having a moral panic over nothing and blinding yourself to the real consequences of your actions and I am here on my hands and knees BEGGING you to have more concern for people who actually exist than you do for your stupid goddamn anime boy.

I actually HATE people like you, I actively fucking do not feel SAFE around people like you. People who create fictional works, even dark and fucked up ones? They generally know the differences you seem to miss: that thoughts and actions are different things. There was a post going around where some guy got thrashed on social media for getting a leg amputation for fetishistic reasons where he was called every name in the book and probably some new ones yet to be added to the Merriam-Webster's dictionary. Turns out he actually had cancer and the amputation was for medically necessary reasons, but one (1) minor looked at THE TYPE OF ART HE DREW and made assumptions about his whole entire character from that. And thus someone going through some incredibly emotionally challenging shit was forced to further stomach the trauma of an internet hate mob because of baseless accusations just like these. Don't fucking do that. That shouldn't even need to be said! And yet. So I'll say it again. Don't! Fucking! Do that! Fuck!

This is wildly out of the scope of this blog and I'm really sorry to Mod for having to see it, but I'm sick of seeing this everywhere online, I do not need it in my fucking safe space hobby. Actively go fuck yourself if you do this or participate in this. If you care about victims- if you have actual compassion for people who are real, and don't just want to control how others portray fictional characters for reasons of moral outrage, then don't do this. And if you've done this in the past, just... fucking try to do better from here on out, at least. The world is fucked up enough without needing to rip each other apart over, and I cannot stress this enough, goddamn cartoons.

And if I get sassed in the comments as "not a real victim" or some shit, go ahead. I've heard it before, I don't care. I've been told by people in my life that what happened to me was 1) a misunderstanding 2) deserved because I in some way asked for it 3) that I'm lying for attention, etc etc. Does not matter that mine was one of the cases that actually made it to court and resulted in a sentencing... victim-blaming is incredibly ingrained in my country's culture. I honestly don't care if I'm believed or not, I just... want to say my piece. I want to confess, to air my grievances, with a current trend everyone on the internet and this hell-site in specific. So, thank you for reading if you have, and fuck you if you dismissed it all because your precious fictional little meow meow matters more to you than the victims of the real-life atrocities you're so motivated baselessly to accuse people of perpetrating.

And mod, stay safe and practice self-care. To all the victims, I hope your abusers die horribly. You deserve the world.

~Anonymous

Mod: thank you so much anon for your response, nothing is out of scope here (kinda, I like tangents, just need to follow the rules too) so anons, don't be afraid of expressing yourself as you so rightly did here.

#BJD #ABJD #BJD Confessions #Community Confessions

[mementomarii]

Hold His Hat

Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff/crack, post-timeskip, very domestic.

Warnings: Threats of squashing an imaginary frog, but that's quite literally it.

Word Count: 872

Author's Note: Listen, I just saw a few videos about this trend on tiktok and I thought it'd be funny if I wrote about it. Also, this is my first real post, so I hope you like it :)

"Haji!" 

"What's up?"

"C'mere for a second, I wanna show you something."

Although he didn't give you a verbal response, you knew that he was on his way out of the kitchen, seeing as the sound of him chopping vegetables came to a sudden halt and the sink began running instead. Within moments, his head popped out to peer at you–looking almost suspicious.

You offered him an innocent smile as you lifted a hand, making a grabbing motion toward him. "Don't look at me like that, it's nothing bad."

"Okay, sorry." The man chuckled at your words, and with a shake of his head, he was making his way over to you.

Once he was seated beside you, you lifted both of your hands and cupped them together as if you were holding something precious in your palms. "Look."

Hajime's eyes flicked down to look at your empty hands before they returned to your eyes. "..What am I looking at?"

"A frog, Haji. I have a frog in my hands." You explained, tilting your head to the side as you peered down at your palms, lips jutting out into a childish pout.

"..You have a frog in your hands?"

"Yes, and he's about to do three backflips. I just wanted you to see it, too. Look," You paused, lifting your head slightly to look about a foot above your hands before your eyes returned to your palms. The action was repeated twice more as if you had been watching something lift up and drop down to your hands. "See?"

"That's.." You nearly laughed at how he paused, with his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, looking almost concerned for your well-being. "That's very impressive."

With one of your hands, you pretended to pluck something from the supposed frog's body, and then you lifted your hand to him instead. "Hold his hat, it's falling off of him."

You had to resist the urge to laugh at him as he took the "hat" from your hand.

"How was he doing backflips with a hat on?" He questioned, and honestly, you weren't really expecting it. The fact that your boyfriend was actually playing along was a surprise, you thought he would just brush you off, fuss your hair up a little bit to mess with you, and then head back into the kitchen.

"He was holding it on his head, duh. But that makes doing backflips more difficult–look, he's gonna do three more." You repeated your actions from before, and after doing it three times, you turned your head to look at your boyfriend... Who was still holding the "hat" between his fingers. "Isn't he talented?"

That question made him laugh, "Very talented."

"Okay, now, do I actually have a frog in my hands?"

"Yeah." He responded as if it were a stupid thing to ask.

You laughed, of course, and he couldn't help but laugh with you. "Really? Okay, okay, do you believe that I actually have a frog in my hand? Like, can you see him?"

Hajime's laughter died down, and you noticed that his eyes shifted down to your hands for a moment before he continued. "Well, no, I can't see him."

"Then why are you holding his hat?"

Silence.

You grinned.

He dropped the frog's hat.

"Because you told me to hold his hat?" He responded, dragging out his words, unsure of how to respond.

Again, it made you laugh. It was just all too cute, how couldn't you laugh? "Intimidating and firm" Iwaizumi Hajime was holding your imaginary frog's hat because you told him to.

You reached over to grab his hand as you laughed, squeezing it and brushing your thumb over his knuckles. "Oh, that's adorable, you know?"

"What? I'm confused, what was that all about?" He asked with a sheepish grin, leaning against you and pressing his face against your hair in slight embarrassment.

With your other hand, you reached over to swipe your phone from where you had set it up on the end table. "It was a test, a dumb boyfriend test."

His jaw dropped in offense. "I am not a dumb boyfriend!"

"But you passed the test, so you kind of are!" You, still laughing, pointed out as you tapped your thumb against the red circle on your screen, ending the video. "'Kawa wanted to see if it would work on you, so he asked me to do it."

"Do not send that to him, Y/n." His voice was firm as he reached over your lap to grab–or at least try to grab your phone from your hands.

Quickly standing up from the couch, you darted across the living room, furiously tapping away at your home. "Or what?"

"Or-.." The man paused for a moment, and the lack of repercussions had you smiling victoriously. "Or I'm crushing the frog."

"What?" You cried out, putting your actions on hold mere moments before you were able to send the video to your boyfriend's best friend. "You wouldn't!"

Although the frog definitely wasn't real, perhaps all of that world-building– with the frog's hat and his backflips– had convinced your heart that he was, in fact, living and breathing.

Unfortunately for Oikawa, you never did send him that video.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi fluff #×mento.sfw× #iwaizumi x gn reader

[chemicallywrit]

It’s Audio Drama Sunday and this week was full of bangers! This list is not comprehensive but it is what stuck out this week. Let’s goooooooo

🔥 The Heart Pyre continuously leaves me with the perfect impression of being in middle school reading under my desk. It’s so good it feels like I’m getting away with something. Maybe it’s because Rena is such a relatable protagonist. She’s just a normal girl! She’s just a little teen! What is she supposed to do! And that makes her even more heroic. As always, the choice this week was impossible and I can’t wait to see how it shakes out. Also, Logan And Finn Should Kiss 2k24. @theheartpyre

🗡️ SIDEQUESTING 😭 This episode is so SWEET. I love when Rion grows a little—Sidequesting is episodic and doesn’t lend itself to like, substantial character development. That is fine; it’s not the point of the show. It makes the moments Rion does grow, though, stand out like little jewels. This episode shone. @sidequestingpod

🗝️ Palimpsest is doing its slow burn thing, referencing itself over again as its name suggests it will do, and in this story, I am Very Concerned About That Man Lenore Married. He is condescending and dismissive and he is isolating her, and I DO NOT TRUST HIM.

📼 Within the Wires—oh my gosh, I literally screamed when the canned noises stopped. What is your game, Tony? What do you want with Brian?

🅿️ Podcube was short this week—Podcube is always short—but this episode had me cracking up at work. I love that this team manages to find new conflicts somehow. Man vs man, but they’re assassins and one of them is convinced the other is in love with the target. Why does this work? Why is this so funny? Please listen to Podcube. @podcube

🩸 Hemophobia continues to make my skin crawl. This episode reveals that the characters are Church of Christ, which, for those who don’t know, means they have a really specific set of beliefs about baptism that I KNOW are going to be perfect fodder for the Horrors. And yet it’s all so normal so far. Creepy. Oh, another thing this episode does is portray with perfect gut-wrenching clarity how strange and awful it us to be a devout teenager, and in like, four different ways. Incredible work.

🎣 Eeler’s Choice has some FANTASTIC sound design this episode as Ran comes into their own as a storm chanter—FRICK. I am worried about them. And their new ship. Please be careful and don’t get eaten by fungus. @eelerschoice

✨ Stories from Ylelmore is brand new and SO GOOD, oh my gosh, I am in love with the earnest delivery, the characters who are absolute BABIES, the genuine fascinating mystery. I can’t wait for more. @storiesfromylelmore

🍔 Midnight Burger’s THREE HOUR FINALE brought us home with Clementine. It wasn’t what I expected, and I think that’s kind of Midnight Burger’s MO. The fact that the tone of the dialogue, that the characters themselves, are so cynical and hard—it will trick you into believing that it’s a cynical show. Maybe it is! But it also fights over and over again for the idea that things can be fixed, that love matters, that you can save people and you have to try, you always have to try. And sometimes you win. And that’s how the universe is meant to work. It kills me every time. Also, shoutout to Alan Burgon, always the best, who I love to hear doing his actual accent. @midnightburgr

🐦‍⬛ Leaving Corvat. Oh my word. It’s a wellness cult. Sleeper’s in a wellness cult. I am really pleased with the development his character’s showing, being decisive and brave.

🍵 Gastronaut is going some places and I am OBSESSED. The relationship between Oscar and Polity is everything to me, and the fact that Oscar has gotten to the point where he refuses to ignore his responsibilities, he refuses to leave people behind—he is sometimes stupid, but he is trying and I’m proud of him.

🧟‍♂️ We are getting to the final episode of Precious Cargo in the Dead and y’all….it’s gonna get juicy. I’m not exaggerating, one of the zombie actors used watermelon to get things sounding juuuuust right. Our next story might be even better, too, I can’t wait to show you.

Thank you for reading! If you like what I do, buy me a ko-fi!

#audio drama sunday #audio drama #audio fiction #fiction podcast #freaking podcasts

[fran-in-the-deep]

Hello. How are you?

I am glad you're taking up requests and I would like to make one. 🤗

If you have time, I would like to request a LEVI x Fem!Reader with Hurt/Comfort fic.

Thank you in advance and have a great day! 🍻

A/N: Thank you for the request and sorry it took so long - but here we are again. I decided for a Modern AU for this one, if you had something else in mind, feel free to let me know! Feels good to get back into writing again.

Levi x Fem!Reader | Hurt/Comfort | Modern AU | ~800 words

CW for mental health struggles, depression

Push off the blanket. Sit up. Breathe. Feet off the couch. Stand up. Wait a second for the blood circulation to regulate, for the dizziness to fade. Take your tea cup off the table. It’s not empty, a disgusting cold sludge left over from yesterday clinging to the bottom of the cup. Ignore it. Navigate across the room to the kitchen unit. Don’t cry. Set down the cup in the sink. Turn on the tap. Set it to warm. Pour the leftover liquid down the drain. Don’t cry. Take the dish washing liquid. Pour it into the cup. Check the water temperature. Don’t cry. Put the cup under the stream. Watch the foam build up. Watch the cup overflow. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Take the sponge. Pick up the cup by the handle. Clean the inside of the cup. The water is getting too hot. Don’t cry. Put the sponge aside. Wipe away the tears in your eyes with your sleeve. Don’t cry. Rinse the cup. Don’t cry. Put the cup aside. Don’t cry. Turn off the tap. Don’t cry. Don’t.

The tap is dripping and you reach out to shut it off properly. Otherwise the sound of the drops hitting the metal texture of the sink ever two seconds might drive you insane. It takes you some time to notice that it’s not the water but your tears. So you’re crying again, it seems. You feel pathetic. A moment later there is a click in the door lock, you hear the key being turned around and then the door opens.

“I’m back.” Levis voice is quiet, as if trying to not disturb you. You hear the rustling of the grocery bags as he steps inside, looking around until he spots you. His expression changes, though you can’t tell what exactly it was.

“Hey, sorry.” What are you even apologizing for at this point? It was too late either way. Yet Levi just comes over, not even taking off his shoes or jacket. He sets down the two bags of groceries on the kitchen table, not breaking eye contact.

“You look like you need a hug.” He stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Maybe it is, you aren’t exactly subtle. Not ever, no matter how hard you tried. You always expected he would be put off by it, yet here you are. Day two of him insisting for you to stay at his place until you feel better.

“Yeah, I think I do.” You don’t know whether you even could get better. Yet Levi hugs you as if you were the most precious person in the world. His arms wrapped around you, one hand at the back of your head, gently pulling you down to rest your head on his shoulder. You can feel his steady heartbeat, his chest rising and falling with every breath. He is so unbelievably warm.

“It’s alright.” A whispered reassurance from him. And even if just for this moment, you believe him. You keep holding onto him, but your grip becomes less desperate as you realize that he won’t let you go. He won’t leave you.

It was something he told you over and over again with every word and every little gesture. Every invitation to come over and spend time, every cup of tea you had together, the late night phone calls, the meals you shared. When Levi held you like this, maybe you weren’t such a bad person after all. Maybe you were worthy to be loved, after all.

“We’ll have some nice dinner together, sit on the couch, watch a stupid movie, okay?” Levi draws circles your back in an attempt to soothe you. You manage a weak nod against his shoulder and feel him pull you even closer. He won’t let go, won’t leave you. You let yourself relax against him and he keeps you steady. When he pulls away to press a gentle kiss to the top of your head, you hum quietly.

“I’m glad you’re here.” He tells you as if he hadn’t spend the last days moving heaven and earth to accommodate you, to make sure you were okay and felt safe. As if it wasn’t ton of work for him but the most self evident thing in the world to care for you to this extend.

But he does, he does care such an awful lot for you, the same way you care about him. Finally accepting this makes you feel so at ease you don’t even feel like crying anymore. You feel his fingers brush through your hair, gently massaging the back of your head, your face nuzzled closer into the crook of his neck.

“You’ll be okay, I promise.”

#levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #hurt/comfort #cw depression #depression cw #fran-fiction writings #levi x you

[dualityvn]

MAYBE SOME MORE HURT?

MC and Keith or Tenebris are arguing, and Keith or Tenebris in the heat of the moment says something the genuinely hurts MC, and results in said boy being locked out of MC’s room while they cry over the harsh words said.

No resolution needed if you don’t feel like it, I want everyone to suffer.

Hurt (GN!MC x Keith)

× × ×

"Why are you always like this? I get being a little jealous, but you get so cold and hostile towards anyone who so much as touches me or compliments me!" you complain, raising your voice at the last two words.

Keith is leaning against the wall, arms crossed, glaring at the floor. He's been listening to you almost wordlessly.

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

"I just- What am I supposed to say?! I don't like it when they're near you. It makes me anxious," he says, still refusing to look you in the eye.

"What are you even anxious for? They're my friends! I'm not going to stop having friends because you can't handle me being around anyone who isn't you," you fire back.

"That's not what I said! Don't put words in my mouth! I just can't help it, alright? I didn't say you can't have friends, but I'm still not going to be happy when they get too touchy with you!"

"How is that normal? Everyone is telling me they feel weird whenever you're around! You're embarrassing me!"

Keith's glare finally shifts from the floor to you. "I'm embarassing you? Have you seen how many things I do for you? I'm dating you, not your friends! Why do I have to please them?"

"You don't have to please them, I'm just telling you to stop being such a jerk around them!"

That was the last drop. It brings Keith to a boiling point. He's been seething all day, holding back from snapping at others or telling them to stay away from you. And yet he is now being lectured despite it all.

"Now I'm a jerk? All you care about is your friends! You act like you and them are all that matter! Maybe I don't even want to be around them! Do you ever ask me that? Do you ever wonder how much I go through to make you happy?! No! You just care about yourself!" It's his turn to raise his voice and it's something you aren't used to. He's normally very docile and kind.

"That's not true! But you're just so hard to understand!" you try to argue back.

"Of course I'm the one who's hard to understand, not like your precious little friends. I bet you just can't wait to run back to them. How do I know you haven't already cheated on me with one of them?"

"How... how can you say that?!"

The accusation is too much. You begin to tear up and quickly dash towards your room. Keith calls your name, asks you to wait. He sounds regretful. But it's too late now. You lock the door behind you and begin to sob. He calls your name again through the door. There's no traces of anger left in his voice.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I- I didn't mean it!"

He can hear you sobbing and the sound is tearing him apart. He digs into his hair and pulls at it in frustration as his back hits the wall by your door and he slides down it.

His mind races with punishing thoughts aimed at himself. Stupid jerk, ungrateful piece of trash, worthless idiot. How could he say that to you? How dare he make you cry? You're the light of his life and this is how he repays you. What if you'll leave him after this? He'd deserve it, wouldn't he? Maybe that's all he is, an embarassment and a failure of a partner. Maybe he's just been trying hard like a pathetic bug and managed to accomplish nothing.

Somewhere at the back of his mind, Tenebris tries to ask for context, offers some comfort. But it's too faint for Keith to pay him any attention compared to the self hatred that's flooding his mind.

What can he do now? Can he even comfort you in any way? Should he crawl on his knees and beg for forgiveness? He doesn't know. He doesn't want you to cry.

He wishes he could simply crawl into a hole and die.

× × ×

You guys have no idea how hard it was to find some sort of insult Keith would say without being ooc, lmao.

#duality game #yandere #dating sim #visual novel #duality keith #duality drabble

[plethomacademia]

I am still writing modern influencer Maeve being healed via a firefighter named Labrys that belongs to @lamortwrites

Jump for it's a blowjob guys, 1074 words, I did not proofread bc IDK what these are yet!

They have their hand on the base of the cock to keep her focused on its head, but even with that, she is greedy. They put their other hand in her hair and pull her back. She looks up at them standing in front of her, her mouth still open. After a moment, she darts out her tongue.

Labrys shakes their head. “You have to relax.”

She moves her tongue to lick her swollen upper lip. “I feel perfectly relaxed.”

“You don’t know the meaning of the word relax.” They grip her hair tighter when she tries to lean forward to take them in her mouth again. “The whole point of this is that you let go.”

She is kneeling naked on the floor, her precious knees padded with every pillow that she could find in her apartment. Her hands are tied behind her back in the simplest way that they could manage. There is a pile of extra rope behind her.

“That’s a lot of rope,” she had said at the time.

“Well,” they had replied, “I was going to try something more interesting, but you won’t sit still.”

They watch now as she tests the knot with a simple flex of her wrists. It holds. Of course it holds.

She smiles. “I thought the point was to fuck me, Labrys.”

They twist their grip in her hair and see her flinch. Her gray eyes sparkle and they wait, but no tears fall. Not yet, anyway.

“I already fuck you,” they say.

They hold her firm in their hand, making sure she has no control over her movement as they bring her back to their cock. Her nostrils flare as she takes in a breath and just for that, they move their hand higher up to give her even less.

“And if you would relax, I can fuck you this way.”

She presses her tongue against the base of them and they shakes his head. “If I have to tell you one more time, I am going to leave you like this.”

She hums but it feels reflexive, a reaction to his words. Her tongue slackens and so they begin to move her head on themselves. It is shallow at first, making sure she doesn’t decide to tap out from being used like this, but when they see her squeeze her thighs together, they move their hand just a little lower, move her head just a little further. Eventually, they are putting enough of their cock in her mouth that they stop moving her and begin to gently thrust, giving her enough time to give the signal with her leg.

They watch her nostrils as she breathes through her nose, as her pink nipples pebble and strain. Most importantly, they feel as her neck begins to lose tension, as her shoulders ease. Her back remains straight, but her spine is not rigid. They let go of her hair, then run their fingernails along her scalp.

“Just like that,” they say. They let go of their length now that she seems less inclined to choke herself.

After all, they are the ones that will do the choking this evening.

“See,” they continue, moving their other hand to her hair. They take up the mass of it again, ready to use it to hold her back if she does something stupid. “You can manage to listen to instructions when you want to.”

They feel her mouth tense on them and her tongue shift, so they withdraw at the same time that they pull her head back. She pulls in a deep breath through her mouth. Apparently her nose breathing had not been enough to keep up and they let her take in a few more, enjoying the sight of her freckled chest heaving just a little. A preview of things to come, if she just keeps listening.

“Did you want to say something?” they say after a while.

She laughs briefly, a few staccato notes to break up the silence. Then she smiles again. Her mascara is just starting to pool along the corners of her eyes from her unshed tears. “I wanted to say that if you call me a good girl, then I will bite your dick off.”

They force her to tilt her head back, then bend down until they are right in front of her face. “I will remember that Maeve,” they say. They ghost their lips over hers and chuckle when she tries to kiss them. “If you ever manage to actually be one.” They kiss her, keeping their grip in her hair so that they control the pressure of it. Every time she tries to lean forward, they pull her back until she finally relaxes again. Only then do they pierce her mouth with their tongue.

When they stand, she is breathing heavily again and they are beginning to cool from the lack of her mouth. “Can you relax more?” they ask as they being to bring her back onto them. “I’m not going to give you more than you can handle.”

She opens her mouth to take them and just before they breach her lips, she says, “Fuck my throat, Labrys.”

They do not, not at first at least. They make her earn back every inch that she had before. Only when they are sure that she has dropped the tension in her body do they first try to push against the resistance in the back of her mouth. They feel her suppress a gag, but she does not give them the signal to stop so they press forward. They hold her like that, watch as a tear finally overflows one of her eyelids and a small track of black goes down the top of her cheek. They see her squeeze her thighs together again and they pull her back hard, giving her hair that sharp tension that they already know she loves.

“Are you sitting in a puddle yet?” they ask as she catches her breath again.

She tries to smiles despite her need to fill her lungs with air. Finally, she manages to make it stick. “I can feel it running down my ankles, Labrys,” she says.

They smile back at her. “Ok then. One more time and we’ll see if you’ve earned me doing anything about that.”

She nods, then begins to lean forward. They have to wait for her to remember herself, to sit up still and relaxed, and then they start the process anew.

#maevebrys #maeve #labrys #modern au