#and then act as if you were doing them a favour by improving it...

[spacerockfloater]

The way people switched on Tamlin the moment Rhys was introduced is diabolical.

“Tamlin never really loved Feyre, it was all a trick from the start”: It is stated that Tamlin was disgusted by the idea of forcing someone to fall in love with him and considered it slavery, but ended up being so in love with her that he ultimately lets her go and choses her freedom and safety over that of his own people. Rhys confirms that Tamlin loved Feyre too much. And he loved her truly. Not because he had to. Tamlin treated Feyre with dignity when she was engaged to him. He introduced her as his lady, to be respected and cherished by all. And she really was loved his people, too. Rhysand uses her as his lap dog to scare Hewn City and parades her as his whore.

“Tamlin never did anything for Feyre, he just used her”: He improved her and her family’s life in every aspect and offered her everything he had.

“Tamlin had sex with someone else in Calanmai”: Out of duty and responsibility because he didn’t want to force Feyre, who still wasn’t sure about her feelings, into it. All of the High Lords perform the Calanmai. Lucien says so. How convenient that this is never brought up with Rhysand. He surely does perform it as well. All the theories in here, “Lucien doesn’t know what he’s talking about/ This is a SC ritual only/ He probably just passes the duty on to someone else” are just a way for people to villainise Tam and glorify Rhys again. All of them inaccurate. The Calanmai is canonically performed by every High Lord. There’s no evidence that proves otherwise. As the son of one High Lord and the ambassador of another, Lucien would know. He is 500 years old. It’s just more convenient for SJM to never bring this up again because it raises the question of “Who was Rhysand fucking all these years?” and it makes her favourite character look bad. And once he is engaged to her, Tamlin flat out refuses to do it. Let’s be real for a second.

“Tamlin didn’t help Feyre under the mountain”: He literally could not. He was bound by a curse. He was forced to be Amarantha’s consort and a consort cannot oppose you. His powers were bound. Alis warns Feyre that Tamlin will not be able to help her. Stop acting as if he didn’t want to help her. He decapitated Amarantha the moment he got his autonomy back. Claiming that there’s no proof that Tamlin was under the influence of a spell when he literally didn’t break the curse and Amarantha’s magic didn’t allow him to use his powers is crazy. And even if he tried, he could never provide actual help. We see this when he begs Amarantha for Feyre’s life. Him showing he cares about her would only make Amarantha more jealous and vicious towards Feyre.

“Tamlin made out with Feyre instead of helping her”: He couldn’t help her run away. No one could do that. She would never make it, Amarantha would find her. In fact, Tamlin specifically could not help her in any way. He could only assure her he still wants and loves her. And she wanted that just as much. Rhys abused her physically, mentally, verbally, drugged her and much worse. And he enjoyed all of it. If he didn’t want to raise suspicions, he wouldn’t have placed a bet in her favour. Rhys is a masochist, SJM just decided to mellow him down in the next book so that we’d all like him over Tamlin.

“Tamlin ignored Feyre’s wishes and only wanted her to be his bride, he didn’t let her be High Lady”: Both Tamlin and Feyre were bad communicators going though trauma and Tam had a whole court to care for. Tamlin was unaware of how Feyre felt because she barely spoke up once. Rhys knew because he literally lived inside her head and had all the time in the world to focus his attention on her since his court suffered zero consequences during Amarantha’s reign. And Tamlin simply told her the truth: there’s no such thing as High Lady. Even her current title is given to her by Rhys, the magic of Prythian has not actually chosen her to be High Lady. The title and its power are decorative. And she said she didn’t want that anyway.

“Tamlin locks Feyre up and uses his magic to harm her”: He locks her in his humongous palace to keep her safe, after she just came back from the dead and his worst enemy is kidnapping her every month, while he runs off to protect his borders. Rhysand lock Feyre in a fucking bubble. Tamlin loses control of his magic. He doesn’t want to harm her. That’s not abuse. Abuse is intentional. Feyre and Rhysand lock Lucien and Nesta up. They lock the people of the Hewn City up in a cave. Feyre loses control of her magic and harms Lucien’s mother. Double standards I guess.

“Tamlin is a bad and conservative ruler”: Tamlin is such a beloved ruler that his sentries literally begged to die for him. Feyre had to fuck with their minds to finally turn them against him. They were his friends. He was so progressive that the lords fled his court once he became their ruler because he wouldn’t put up with their bullshit like his father did. He loved all of his people. He is against slavery. The Tithe was just tax collection. Rhysand practically rules over just one city, while ignoring Hewn City and Illyria. He treats 2/3 of his realm like shit and everyone except the residents of Velaris hates him. He collects tax, too, but we conveniently never see this. He ranks the members of his inner circle (my 1st, my 2nd etc.) and reminds them every moment that they are his slaves first and anything else second, while Tamlin treats them equally and even gives Lucien an official title by naming him Ambassador.

“Tamlin conspired with Hybern”: He was a double agent and his short lived alliance, two weeks all in all, not only didn’t harm a single soul, but ultimately saved all of Prythian as he was the only one who brought valuable information to that meeting. He dragged Beron to battle. Rhysand’s alliance with Amarantha harmed thousands and only helped save one city, Velaris.

“Tamlin is responsible for turning Nesta and Elain into Fae”: No, that was Ianthe, who got the info from Feyre. Tamlin was fooled by her, just as Feyre obviously was, or she wouldn’t have trusted her. Tamlin was disgusted by that act.

“Tamlin is less powerful than Rhysand”: Rhysand himself says that a battle between them would turn mountains to dust. Tamlin killed Rhysand’s dad, the previous High Lord of the Night Court, in one blow. He is just as powerful as Rhysand. SJM again just wants us to believe otherwise. And he is smarter, too. He was the only one not to trust Amarantha. And he was a good spy for Prythian against Hybern.

All of these takes are cold as fuck. SJM was testing the waters with ACOTAR and she made sure the main love interest, Tamlin, was insanely likeable, so that the book could be a satisfactory standalone story in case she couldn’t land a trilogy deal. She didn’t know it would be such a big hit. But once she realised she could turn this into a franchise, she had to figure out a new story to tell. She may claim otherwise, but there’s just too many plothotes to convince me. And in order to make her new main love interest seem like the best choice, she had to character assassinate the old one. There was no other way. ACOTAR Rhys was too much of an evil monster to be loved by the majority of the audience. But Tamlin was introduced to us as such a heroic and passionate man that is literally impossible to turn him into someone despised by all. Feyre’s relationship with Rhysand reads too much like cheating on Tamlin. That’s why anyone with basic analytical skills is able to realise the flaws of the narration.

#acotar critical #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acosf #acofas #anti sjm #sjm critical #tamlin #tamlin week #pro tamlin #he deserves the world #tamlin my beloved #anti amren #anti rhysand #anti morrigan #anti ic #anti inner circle #anti feyre archeron #anti feyre #anti feysand #anti night court #pro spring court #anti cassian #pro lucien vanserra

[champion-prism]

warnings: smut, dubcon, implied age gap, innocent reader, loss of virginity, corruption kink, mild implied misogyny. minors dni.

pairings: Geralt of Rivia/AFAB!Reader; reader is an ADULT, but extremely inexperienced.

Geralt thinks you're annoying. Pretty, even skilled, but annoying. That little innocent baby act of yours, the confusion in your eyes when Jaskier recalls some of his sexual exploits, how oblivious you act to your own arousal when he can literally smell it off you.

He knows you like him, that much is obvious. You make no bones about staring at his body, eyes wide and lips slightly parted when you see him tug his shirt off his body in favour of donning different armour. He once wrapped his arm around your waist to tug you off a path and he could feel the heat surging through your body, the sudden scent of warm arousal clouding his sense of smell.

It's only when you kiss him that he realizes it might not be an act.

You're in your room at Kaer Morhen, kneeling on your bed as Geralt leans against it, standing up. The day's practice had been rough, Geralt had been rough about all the improvements you were to make to your fighting style, and you just...

You couldn't help yourself, not with adrenaline and arousal and the heat of it all pumping through your body. Your body is pressed against his own firm one, soft lips on his chapped ones in a closed mouth, chaste kiss.

Your head jerks away from his, eyes going wide as you bite your bottom lip, nervousness all over your face. You open your mouth to justify what you just did but Geralt's hand is on your chin, tilting your face up to capture your lips again, tongue swiping your bottom lip.

You kiss back, and your movements are uncertain against his own. You kiss with apprehension and confusion and an uncontrollable lust, and when Geralt pulls you tighter against himself, your gasp turns into a moan.

Your hands are on his shoulders, and when he sucks hard on your bottom lip they jerk, as if you've deliberately kept them there. As if you don't know what to do with them.

It sends a shock of arousal directly to his crotch, pressed against your stomach and constrained by the tightness of his trousers.

He pushes you into the bed without a word, watching as you pant up at him, eyes wide with lust and confusion.

"Have you ever kissed anyone before?" he asks, caging you in with his arms as he begins to kiss your neck.

Your voice is breathy when you give him the answer. Once.

You've only kissed once.

This knowledge should not make him as ravenous as it does, but as he goes back to kissing you on the lips, he decides not to push you too much tonight.

You're pliant in his hands, trying to follow his movements, so occupied with trying to please him as you kiss his cheek, kiss his lips, kiss his neck, arms around him as he practically lays on top of you, air thick with the scent of your arousal.

He's not going to push you tonight. He's going to get off you, kiss you a bit more, and maybe introduce you to some fun in a couple days.

You watch him wordlessly as he pulls off your shirt, palming your chest and panting. Your face is shy as you whisper his name and cover your breasts with your hands, but he pulls them away in favour of pressing closed mouth kisses over your chest, over your nipples.

He doesn't stop to ask if it's okay when he peels his own clothes off, cusping your covered entrance in his hand as he presses his fingers into the slowly spreading dampness. You're moaning anyway, little gasps and jerks of your cooperative, sensitive little body giving away your desperation at these alien feelings invading you, and he knows he should stop-

-but he needs to taste the ripe little cunt he's been lusting after all these days, that teasing scent that's been riling him up for days, so he tugs your pants off and dives in.

He laves his tongue over your clit, basking in your cry of surprise, your hands flying to his hair, confused question dying on your lips.

Only kissed once before and here you are, a Witcher eating you out, hands wrapped around your thighs to pull your heat closer against his face.

You're gasping softly, rhythmically. He contemplates eating you out till you come, but part of him really wants you to have your (first) orgasm on his cock.

Fuck. You've probably never seen a cock in your entire life.

He pulls away and you whine, hands stretching out to pull him close to you. He doesn't indulge you, opting instead to strip himself completely.

He watches you stare at his body, eyes fixed on his length, standing tall.

So much for waiting.

You're soft, lush as he kisses you, his heavy body pressing yours deep into the mattress, cock rubbing against your wet folds. You pull away from his mouth and blink up at him, whispering his name.

You moan it when he begins to enter you.

"It hurts," you whimper, and he kisses the complaints off your lips.

Your whining dissolves into breathless moans as he begins to fuck you in earnest. You're so goddamn tight, clenching around him, face in utter bliss as he hits that spot inside you that you probably had no idea existed.

"Geralt," you gasp, "s-something's happening-"

"It's supposed to," he pants, "let it happen, let it- ohhhh-"

You're pulsing around him as you come, nails digging into his back as you body jerks in release. Geralt isn't far behind, pressing himself into you as deep as possible before he comes, humping your body to ride out the waves.

He pulls out of your spent body, kissing your dazed looking face all over. You start to kiss back, hands cupping his face gently, a small smile curving against his lips.

He pulls your bedcovers around both of you and you snuggle into his warm body, exhaustion overtaking you as you fall asleep, all his.

#geralt of rivia #the witcher #the witcher 3 #the witcher 3: wild hunt #geralt of rivia x reader #geralt of rivia x you #geralt x reader #geralt x you #geralt of rivia smut #the witcher smut

[kanna-kizuchi-enjoyer]

Analyzing the versions of Terusai

How well it fits within canon and with the characters general personalities

Explanations:

Kokomi and Kusuo: Theyre already close friends and Kokomi has been shown to have a crush on him, when his powers went away, he stared at her and did say that her face would be considered pretty. Also the combination of gorgeous and psychic would be unstoppable.

It would also help both of them out, both of them get considered more than human, by their family especially. Kusuo already considers Kokomi to be a regular girl which is part of why she likes him so much, platonically or romantically. I think that opinion would do wonders for her, she would be allowed to have a break and wouldn't have to keep up her performance around him. And for Kusuo, Kokomi doesn't know him extremely well as shown by her fantasy version of him. However, she could get to know him better as time progresses. Even if she does learn about his powers, she would be shocked at first obviously, however she would grow to accept it, and given how shes been treated and how she is favoured by God, and her ability to guess people thoughts on her with extreme precision (see: average boy from the 3 legged race) her experiences border on psychic, this would allow her to be able to see Kusuo more as a regular boy than most people who know do, an example being Kuusuke.

It would also most likely help with their familial issues given the similarities. Both their older brothers have their issues, albeit different degrees, this would allow them to understand each other's problems and therefore let each other work through it.

Makoto and Kusuo: Who doesn't like enemies to lovers? They hate each other but they keep interacting, one time Makoto even halfway hugged him, strange behaviour to a guy you hate, not to mention how many times Makoto has randomly showed up at Kusuo's house unannounced. Also, Makoto is shown to be very jealous of Kusuo due to his friendship with Kokomi, a good twist on this would be that he's jealous of Kokomi but can't handle those feelings so he copes in the strangest manner. This would improve Makoto's character and the fanbases opinion on him. He is definitely the most hated Saiki K character, why? Because of his blatant obsession with his own sister, if you remove that, you can focus on his better qualities more. He's a funny and interesting character with a great design but that gets overshadowed by the sister thing.

Aside from that idea, it still works even if you keep the sister issue. Learning to love someone else would be good for him. His obsession hurts him and especially Kokomi, so being separated from her would give both her time to heal and him time to learn to love someone else, and allow the siblings to develop a healthy sibling bond.

Kokomi and Kuusuke: I believe it would be toxic as hell. Kuusuke has been shown to be actively hostile towards her (and most people) and given how much of her pride he shattered, she probably holds a deep grudge against him. I think if they were to date they would act nice to each other around people but it would be very strained and fake, but they would end up trying to best each other constantly, Kuusuke because he dislikes her, and Kokomi because she dislikes him and to regain her damaged pride. They would be like the couples who actively despise each other but Kuusuke and Kokomi would not tell people that.

However, in the scenario of a healthy relationship, It could benefit them in some ways. As I said with Kusuo, Kuusuke doesn't consider Kokomi anything more than a regular girl, (he actually believes that she's less than that, or more accurately, all humans are, except Kusuo and he likely places himself between the two categories.) Since he doesn't consider her godlike, she could be free to be herself, and be somewhat free from that pressure. On top of that, Kuusuke figured out her entire characters based on about 20 minutes with her, so there wouldn't even be a point of being a perfect pretty girl since he already knows who she is. I would say it would help him get over his competitiveness against Kusuo, however, I doubt he thinks highly of anyone else's opinion so Kokomi's input would have no effect on his behaviour. However, seeing the Cambridge scenes, he seems extremely lonely, so companionship, romantic or not, would benefit him.

Makoto and Kuusuke: Honestly, there's no telling how they would react to each other, they have no dynamic to go off of. However, everything I said about Makoto and how Kusuo would improve him, goes for Kuusuke as well so it would impact Makoto at least, and with Kuusuke, as with Kokomi, it would help dwindle his loneliness. Also, they have a lot of comedic potential, they are both very eccentric and strange men, being around each other's influence would probably amplify those traits. Imagining the amount of disapproval Kusuo and Kokomi would have about it is great on it's own. Overall, they are up to interpretation, they can be whatever the viewer wants them to be, and that in of itself is wonderful potential.

My personal opinions on them

What does "Positive but neutral" mean? It means I like the ship but I do not indulge in actively shipping it. Other than that, I post about Makoto and Kuusuke everyday without fail, I love Kokomi and Kusuo's friendship and see them more as best friends rather than lovers, and I am not very fond of Kuusuke and Kokomi (as a ship, as characters I adore them)

Overall, I respect all ships and the people who ship them.

#terusai #saiteru #makokusu #makokuu #kuukomi #? #kokomi teruhashi #makoto teruhashi #teruhashi kokomi #teruhashi makoto #saiki kuusuke #kuusuke saiki #kusuke saiki #saiki kusuke #saiki kusuo #kusuo saiki #ship analysis

[katyawriteswhump]

the power of love part 7 (steddie, stobin, steve whump fic)

Steve has a habit of surviving near death experiences then getting sick for no reason. And Eddie and those fatal bat bites? After an impossible feat of mouth-to-mouth resuscitation from Steve, he’s mysteriously fixed. So, Eddie’s back to being banished, this time with Steve and Robin in tow. Eddie’s healing, but Steve isn’t… and life gets even more confusing, when Eddie develops feelings for Steve, which aren’t entirely unrequited.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

(also on AO3 here)

Chapter Seven

Eddie POV

Steve insists on being pathfinder lead for the next hour. 

Eddie’s gotta admit—following Steve, as he thrashes his way through the undergrowth, is the best entertainment that banishment has provided yet. Steve’s tight-fitting pants don't do any harm. Goddammit, the perspiration patches on Steve’s shirt make Eddie sweat even harder than Steve is.

“You need the fedora hat,” calls Robin, “and you’ve totally nailed the junior Indiana Jones look.”

Steve smirks over his shoulder. “I was channelling that guy out of Romancing the Stone.” 

“Michael Douglas? No way as hot.” Eddie flashes his best flirtatious grin with ever greater confidence. This afternoon, Steve has begun returning them. “Stick to Indy, man.”

By the time they reach the logging camp, however, they’re all beyond exhausted.

Eddie’s feet are raw with blisters, and Robin’s been complaining of the same for the past hour. She limps through the door of the first cabin they come to, which fortunately turns out to be a bunkhouse. She throws down her pack then throws herself onto the bottom of one of two sets of bunks. Steve collapses onto the other lower bunk and appears to fall instantly asleep.

Eddie considers crawling up onto one of the top bunks and seeing if sleep takes pity on him.

He doubts it would. The choppers were a stark reminder of the nightmare reality snapping at his heels, and he’s wired as hell. He begins to unpack their supplies. Robin, having taken a moment, sits back up.

“We should check this place out,” she whispers. “There must be a clean water supply somewhere, maybe a generator. Definitely canned food and that kinda stuff, for when the loggers come back in the autumn.” 

“I guess it’ll make a change from cardboard-flavoured cereal.”

“God, I know, right! I’d literally murder for some Count Chocular right now.”

They split up to search the various cabins. Eddie hits the jackpot first, in the guise of a crate of bottled beer. 

“Seriously?” says Robin, when she meets him outside the bunkhouse. Eddie sits on the beer crate he’s dragged out, taking a well-earned rest. “You’re gonna get buzzed?”

“You got it in one, sister.”

He doesn’t feel the need to justify this—I saw Chrissy butchered in front of my eyes. I’ve spent a week on the run from the cops. I BASICALLY DIED IN A WHIRLWIND OF EVIL KILLER DEMOBATS. And now I’m on the run again, with Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington, and I’ve fallen stupid hard for him. Oh, and there’s a small but real possibility he’s been flayed. Or something else freaky along those lines.

Robin hasn’t quit scowling at him. His smile is the first overtly false one he’s bothered with for a while:

“Forgive me, Robin. I’ve reached the point where, to quote my sweet old Granny—there ain’t nothin’ fuckin’ like it for me nerves. ’Course, she favoured hard liquor.” He offers one of two bottles he’s gotten out to Robin. “Want one?”

“I’ll stick to the cardboard cereal.” Her scowl lessens, though she remains deadly serious. “Look, promise me you won’t give too much to Steve.”

“Why?”

“What kinda pea-brain question is that? Despite the super-commando act, he’s still struggling, it’s totally obvious. Getting trashed is not gonna help.”

“Yeah, but… he’s improving, right?” Her slight wince betrays that, once again, they’re thinking the same thing. Perhaps Steve’s getting stronger, because he’s getting closer again to Lover’s Lake, Hawkins, Vecna, the Hive-Mind, and yet… “You know our little worst-case scenario, Rob? I’m still not buying it.”

The wind rustles the nearby trees. In sync, Robin’s hunched shoulders soften a little. “Me neither. Hand on heart, if Steve had a link to that evil shit, any at all, I’d sense it by now. Although… Was it just me who thought it was weird when the choppers came over, and then it suddenly clouded up?”

“Yeeeeaah, that really was just you. I was too busy eating dirt and shitting myself.” Now he thinks about it, mind, it was darn convenient.

She shrugs. “I guess I’m super-paranoid that way. I literally spent my Middle School years spotting aliens everywhere.”

“You’re kidding?”

“Then I realised they weren’t aliens. It was the Fae all along.”

“You sure it wasn’t dragons?”

“Now you’re being ridiculous.” Her laugh sounds as manic as his latest crazy smile. On the other hand:

“Maybe Steve really is getting better naturally,” he ventures, “and the set-backs are because he’s been overdoing it. I mean, yeah, we keep an eye out for anything cuckoo, watch for connections, make sure he takes rests, but… Time heals, huh?”

“Not always.” She purses her lips, veering straight back into scary mode. “Steve doesn’t like people to know, but since his second major concussion, he’s not supposed to drink. Of course, he does sometimes, but—”

“Message received. I’ll just have the one—for medicinal purposes, ’kay?” 

“Please yourself. Then wake Steve long enough to put our own bedding on those disgusting bunks. I don’t wanna be bitten to death by bed bugs.”

Robin stomps off toward the camp generator. Eddie is executing the important business of prying the top off his beer, when Steve appears, leaning in the cabin doorway. “Why did you both let me… Hey, is that beer?”

The top pops off with a treacherous fizz. “Uh, no?”

“You’re a useless liar.” Steve closes in. His messy, sleep-mussed hair renders him totally edible. 

“You got me.” Eddie darts his tongue nervously across his lips. “This indeed is the amber nectar of the Gods. You want some?” 

There’s a skewed logic behind Eddie’s offer. If he told Steve he couldn’t drink, like he was his mom or something, Steve would probably get mad. He opts to play a good cop, bad cop routine with Robin, who… 

Eddie glances toward the generator.

She’s not there. If bad cop isn’t gonna show, then he needs a Plan B.

“I guess I’ll have one.” Steve stretches to take the bottle. 

“Just gonna test it. Been here a while.” 

Eddie takes a glug, splutters it out across dusty ground. “Oh man, it’s worse than cat-piss.” He’s only slightly exaggerating. “There’s a reason those lumberjacks left this garbage behind.”

Steve yawns into the back of his hand. “Gonna be honest. I’m not supposed to drink anyhow. Long story.” Ooookay. That went easier than predicted. “Got any water left?”

“Yeah. By my pack.” Eddie hurries into the bunkhouse, and Steve follows. It’s the last bottle, so he hopes Robin’s busy locating fresh supplies. Though that proves the least of his worries.

Half a minute later, he’s sitting on the edge of a bunk, thigh-to-thigh with Steve. They pass the bottle of water and a bottle of beer between them.

And being this close to Steve, now Steve seems so much better? Exchanging chitchat about how long they can hideout here, and if any of them have the skills to hunt a deer or something?

It sends tingles up and down Eddie’s spine.

The way Steve looks at him underlines exactly why Steve was angry last night, when Eddie “assumed” he was straight. Eddie suddenly can’t look Steve in the eye. Trouble is, he then can’t stop staring at Steve’s mouth—those shapely, slightly chapped lips, moist and glistening with water and bad beer.

Then Steve blindsides him with: “Do you honestly think you died, Eddie? Before I did the CPR?”

“I dunno, Harrington.” Eddie squirms on his butt, all kinds of defences flying up. “It was like a dream. Apart from that, it wasn't a dream. It was a place, and Dustin was there, and Robin was there, and you were there, too.”

“Wow. Seriously?”

Eddie cackles out a mocking laugh. “I’m misquoting ‘The Wizard of Oz,’ dude.”

“Oh.” Eddie glances sidelong. Steve appears… oddly crestfallen. “It’s just… You know, I said when I get hurt, I feel like I come back different each time. I mean, I don't know if it's true or not, but... I never knew you before... and I know you now and... and…” Steve fluffs his hair. “Jesus, I’m blabbering.”

“Nah,” says Eddie. “You sound like you’re getting somewhere.” 

Compared to the meltdown my brain is having.

“Okay, well, here it is. I like you, Eddie. I really like you.” 

Eddie half wants to flee for the hills. He fixes on a beetle scuttling across the dirty floorboards. “Dude, you sure you’re not in love with Wheeler?”

“I… I… No!”  Steve doesn’t sound angry, only bewildered. “Yeah, I believed that once, and maybe I was. I guess she fitted in so many dreams I’ve had of my future, and I owe her a lot. But now I’m with you, and…” Their eyes finally meet. Steve’s earnest warmth sends a brutal shockwave through Eddie. “I know this seems fickle, but…” His gentle laugh is too much. “Who knows? Perhaps it’s because Nance has never been dead. Or, near dead. You know, we’ve gotten that in common, right?”

“Riiiiight,” Eddie says, stupidly, then, “Screw it, I like you too, Stevie. I really like you.” 

They fling their arms around each other, and tumble into the kiss.

For Eddie, the sensations are like no make-out session before, such is the hunger that zings between them. Eddie’s so blown away, that the brush of Steve’s lips seems to kindle an actual crackling, electric friction..  Damn, the boy can kiss! 

Eddie’s gotten a semi already, fingers threading up through Steve’s hair, toying at the nape of his neck. Steve does amazing twisty things with his tongue. Gnng! You wanna kill me again, Baby? Even the scrape of Steve’s shallow stubble totally unhinges him.

They work the kiss with their whole bodies, striving to get beyond close, as if they could slide beneath each other’s skin. Eddie can’t help wondering—can they get each other off, before Robin gets back?

Then something changes.

He senses Steve gasp, then moan into Eddie's mouth with something other than dumb teen passion. His arms, clinging around Eddie, falter and slip away.

“Stevie?”

Too late. Steve crumples against Eddie, totally senseless. 

“Steve?” squeaks Eddie, struggling to stop Steve slipping to the floorboards. “Robin! ROBIN!”

Part 8

tags: @estrellami-1 @kal-ology (thank you, thank you, thank you!) If anybody else would like to be tagged on this fic or any of my writing, please let me know :) Reblogs, comments and likes also very much appreciated :) Thank you for reading so far :)

(also part of my steve whump fic series on AO3)

#steddie #steve harrington whump #steddie fic #steve x eddie #steddie fanfic #steve harrington x eddie munson #stranger things fanfic #steve harrington #stobin #platonic stobin #stranger things fic #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson lives #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington hurt/comfort #steve harrington hc

[caesarhamato22]

Coming Home Late

Donkey Kong X Fem!Reader NSFW

Requested by @catr4dora

I loved your idea!! I hope you enjoy! (And let me know if you'd prefer something else :) )

Summary: You come home from a stressful day at work and all you want to do is relax, and DK knows exactly how to help.

Warnings: Language, making out, sexual acts.

Disclaimer: The previous headcanons I posted were my first ones ever, so please give me advice if you think I could've done them better! And this is also my first NSFW oneshot I've written so, again, please let me know if I can improve!

*For this post, you two live together in your own home*

Oneshot under the cut!

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Headcanons

• As soon as DK heard the door open, he greets you from further inside.

• He notices how run down you look and gets worried.

• You explained you had a rough day at work as he takes your bag and coat.

• Hugs, of course <3

• You mention how you just want to relax and DK offers some help <3

• You want a massage? His hands are already on you.

• You want to cuddle up on the couch and watch your favourite movie? He actually bought popcorn just in case you wanted some.

• You want to have some fun, just the two of you?

• He’s already there.

• It starts off slow and sensual, giving you plenty of chances to say you’ve had enough.

• But you want more.

• And DK is more than willing to give it to you.

Warnings: Language, touching, fingering.

It was pretty late by the time you got home. Not quite pitch black but close to it.

As you unlocked the front door, you sighed while walking into your home.

"Hey, baby!" Donkey Kong called sweetly from elsewhere in the house. You guessed he was in the living room, watching tv until you had arrived home.

"Hey..." You replied tiredly as you heard him get up from the couch. He rushed to give you a hug but looked at you when he noticed your eyes. He took your bag and coat and set them aside.

"You look awful."

What a gentleman.

"Thanks." You said flatly while rubbing your eyes. DK laughed lightheartedly. He honestly meant no disrespect. He never did when it came to you.

"Rough day?" He asked as he closed the front door.

"Very. So many customers. I didn't even get to have my break."

DK watched you as you headed over to the couch. You practically collapsed onto it, facing the tv, yet your eyes were closed. He walked over to you and sat on the floor in front of you and gently rest his hand right on the top of your thigh.

You placed your hand on the side of his face and he leaned into your touch.

"What do you wanna do to relax?" He asked, maintaining eye contact. Your eyes glanced at his hand, his grip tightening ever so slightly. You were definitely tired, but your mind had other ideas. "Want me to help you?" And it seemed DK did too.

His grip on your thigh slowly moved upwards. It was a hint, a tiny advance to see if you were up to it. He knew you were exhausted, but he also knew certain ways that you liked to relieve stress.

"Do you want to help me?" You ask lowly, as you move your hand from the side of his face to his chin, pulling him closer.

He placed his other hand on your hip and pulled you near the edge of the couch while he rose to his knees. His right hand slid down to your inner thigh, dangerously close to your core, almost grazing it.

DK leaned in for a passionate kiss, which you gladly returned. He made you lean back as you made out, you hands instinctively went to each side of his face then behind his head to play with his hair and fur. His left hand, whilst holding your waist, pulled your body towards him so there was barely any space between you.

You inhaled sharply when his fingers made their way into your underwear, practically ripping them away. DK brought his hand back to you and rubbed your clit ever so gently before inserting one finger into your pussy. You groaned as you made out and attempted to reach for DK's dick to return the favour, but he moved your hand back to his hair and pulled away from the heated kiss.

"Not tonight. Right now, this is about you, baby."

He thrusted another finger into you and you desperately tried to keep your moans and whimpers at bay. DK used his left hand to massage your tits as he planted his lips right back onto yours. Your tongues danced, his fingers moved faster, you felt your orgasm coming. It felt like you were being edged the entire time.

DK noticed you grinded against him. He curled his fingers slightly, causing you to arch your back in satisfaction. He repositioned you both by quickly lifting you onto his lap as he sat on the couch.

You barely noticed him move, his fingers never leaving your insides.

With your back now against his chest, he continued to thrust his fingers even faster. His left hand gripped your tits yet again as he whispered in your ear, "stop hiding that pretty voice, my love."

Your stubbornness kept your mouth shut, no matter how difficult it was. Sure, you groaned, but Kong wanted to hear you say his name. He wanted to hear your angelic moans as he fingered you.

He removed his hand away from your breast and rubbed your clit. He kissed and sucked your neck and you knew you would have to hide the marks at work, but you didn't care at that moment. Your hands reached behind you to hold his shoulders.

"Please..." You gasped as you learned further back while DK worked his hands. "Kong, oh my-" He helped you ride out your orgasm while you moaned freely, music to his ears. His movements didn't stop, and when you tried to move off his fingers, he slid them right back into you.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous." He observed your body with nothing but love.

Eventually, he slowed down and released his fingers and held you gently. You turned to kiss him as he carried to your shared bedroom.

You laid on his chest as he gently scratched your head and rubbed your back. One of your hands rested on his chest while he other held the side of DK's face.

"I love you... so much." You laughed. You knew that as soon as you had gotten home, Donkey Kong would be there for whatever you needed. If you had said that all you wanted to do was watch a movie, he would already have the remote in hand and the popcorn in the microwave.

You loved DK for multiple reasons. His abilities being one of them.

"I love you too, beautiful." He smiled, content with himself for helping you relax and forget about your stressful day.

"Next time, you need to come home exhausted so I can take care of you." You mumbled.

He laughed and kissed your head.

You truly were the best thing to ever happen to him.

~

Hello everyone! Like I said at the beginning, this is the first time I've written something like this, so please send feedback if you have any :)

I hope you enjoyed this, @catr4dora !

Requests are open <3

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[waltzingwithspirit]

PICK A PILE: WHAT DO YOU NEED TO SURRENDER TO ATTACT LOVE?

Top left: Pile 1 ; Top Right: Pile 2; Bottom: Pile 3

Pile 1:

So pile 1, welcome to your reading, remember to take only what resonates and do not force any messages to apply when they don’t.

Lets begin! 

Surrender your ego

You might be the type of pile who is needs a mental shift regarding relationships. Remember, that relationships mostly require collaboration not compromise. It is not you vs them. If one of you loses, both of you lose. This could be due to past traumas or hurts, but to allow love to come settle in, we must create a space that she loves. She loves gratitude and warmth. She loves a space for growth, she loves acts of service. Broken hearts and wounds run deep, do not expect to surrender fully immediately, Give yourself time to push the boundaries, learn to collaborate not compromise. This won’t just attract romantic love, this will improve all your relationships. Just little gestures that you remember them helps like “Was thinking about you, hope you are well” works just as well. This tells them they are on your mind, don’t be afraid to text or reach out first. This will be different for everyone. A good place to start this shift is to see how your parents/primary caregivers relationship affects your views about relationships, find what doesn’t align to your path to love.

Thank you for letting me read for you, please provide feedback. 

Pile 2:

So pile 2, welcome to your reading, remember to take only what resonates and do not force any messages to apply when they don’t.

Lets begin!

Surrender your belief in Scarcity 

My heart goes out to you, you believe that there isn’t enough love for you. You are the person who cheers up everyone and tells them to be optimistic, tells them that things can happen for them, but doesn’t believe them for yourself. You somewhere carry the belief that it can’t and it won’t happen for you. You are quite stubborn and set with this as well. Whenever you catch yourself feeling or thinking this just say “I have just as much chance for love as anyone else”. This is a good start, you might not believe it at first but keep repeating it. This is a good start as it doesn’t brew a romantic notion of life or is this pessimistic. It is simple, just straight up facts. You have as much chance. Your lack mindset might also be stopping other forms of abundance to enter your life as well. Surrender this belief and see the magic happening. I know that current world state, divorce rates and what not, do not let you dream of love but remember the media doesn’t show you the full story, there are people who love and loyalty have stood the test of time, you just don’t know about them. 

Thank you for letting me read for you, please provide feedback. 

Pile 3:

So pile 3, welcome to your reading, remember to take only what resonates and do not force any messages to apply when they don’t.

Lets begin!

Read pile 1 as well, you might might messages there if you were attracted to it. You belief that for things to go well, for things to go in your favour, you must control them: people, situations. The truth is you cannot control every variable and yes that does scare the shit out of you, but listen to me once: you do not control your heart, yet it beats and keeps you alive, you do not tell your lungs to breathe yet they do. The point is to get power or control you must first relinquish it, things will fall in place. Moreover surrender to the wisdom of your body, the healthier you are the more you attract love. If you feel uncomfortable/weak after meeting someone take note, you body gives you signs, you just need to listen, and this will happen once you relinquish control and try to stay physically, mentally and emotionally fit. These are interconnected. Small steps go a long way, all you need to do is surrender and listen to the signs, yes it is really that simple.

Thank you for letting me read for you, please provide feedback. 

For much such posts -> ELTAROT

Love,

EL TAROT.

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[fairytoge]

dating headcanons ; i.toge, o.yuuta

notes!!

the third part of my "dating headcanons" series! ages ago, i got an ask for me to do more, but i kind of lost it :( i hope you like it though!!

other parts ; n.kento, g.satoru, g.suguruㅤi.yuuji, f.megumiㅤk.choso, z.naoya

m.list

i.toge

so, it's no secret that i highly favour toge out of every character in jjk, but i promiseeeee it's (kind of) for good reason

like, he just seems so sweet, can you really blame me?? and him as your boYFRIEND??? sign me up 🤭

in terms of how you would treat each other, i feel like all of your classmates would be sick of just how much you love each other lol

like, they'll be sitting outside or training and look over to you and toge when neither of you have said anything for a while, only to see the two of you cuddling and sharing your food

however!!!! you both know the time and place to do such things, and often only engage in that sort of pda when you want to purposefully annoy the others (mainly maki) or when either of you is tired

the others won't admit it but they do sometimes find you two cute

you probably sneak away from your group of friends when you're all watching a film to just go to one of your rooms and relax (maybe do skin care or just chat about your days)

you both are a sort of therapy to each other, but in a healthy way where you can joke about it whilst being supportive of each other's struggles

sometimes, when toge is insecure about his cursed speech or how communication in general is sometimes a trouble for him, he'll come to you for cuddles (which you obvs give cos who wouldn't??) and just confirmation that he is enough

those times are when you both adore each other more than you thought was possible <33

apart from that,, i feel like you would organise, at least once a week, to go out together

whether that's just walking, or visiting a cafe, or getting lunch at a store, it's the day that you both have together and one where you get to actually act like your ages!!!

even though you both think it's a secret, the other students are more than aware that you go out but also don't care enough to tell anyone or stalk you two

they secretly think it's sweet

but yeah, the two of you are a really wholesome couple?? but you're both way more chaotic when you're around the others lol

o.yuuta

so, regarding your relationship with yuuta, it starts off a bit rocky??

like, with the whole thing with rika and her as his first love and her curse, yuuta is more than cautious when he recognises that he likes you

you'd probably have to make the first move: reassuring him that no, he wasn't going to curse you with his love and that you were more than okay with entering a relationship with him

he's still scared, but is also aware that if not now, when?

there's quite a few hurdles in your relationship to begin with

like,,, yuuta was basically isolated and bullied for a good part of his childhood and now?? it was a sudden leap (but obvs not unwelcome)

but once you two have overcome those problems and you're both more comfortable and secure when speaking to each other, your relationship really begins to blossom!! <33

you probably both spar and train together regularly

at first it was so that you could help yuuta quickly improve his combat skills, but it soon turned into you both helping each other out in certain aspects

another reason why you trained together so often was obviously so that you could hang out without the others questioning or being nosy about your relationship

with toge and panda, along with their curiosity, i could envision them trying to find out where you both were going and lowkey interrogating and cornering yuuta when he's getting ready (but in a joking way!!)

they often end up being chased away by maki who just wants both you and yuuta to be more confident in dating each other already

no matter her cause, both you and yuuta are thankful towards her lolol

when you do go out, i feel like you'd just go for walks in the local park and feel ducks, or something quite peaceful

with your lifestyles, i mean... you wouldn't complain if you both do something quite relaxing and calm for once

also watching sunsets and sunrises together has become a hobby for you!!!

idk,, you and yuuta have a very normal relationship?? but in a way that just makes you love each other more and appreciate the smaller things in your lives <333

© fairytogeㅤ ꔫㅤ please do not copy, repost, translate, etc without my permission

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[tastypurevanilla]

ɢɪꜰ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛꜱ

𝔹𝕖𝕥

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴛꜱᴜᴋɪꜱʜɪᴍᴀ ᴋᴇɪ x ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

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ʟɪɴᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

It was late in the evening at the training camp and some players were still practicing. You are a manager for Karasuno and you were tasked with getting the beanstalk so they all could rest. There were a couple gyms still lit up and you got to checking. Luckily, the first one you peaked into was the one that Tsukishima and the two captains were practicing in.

"Uh... K-Kei-chan?"

The trio paused what they were doing to look over to your (tall/small) form standing in the doorway. The asked for male looked to you and walked over. "We're getting ready to settle for the night and D-Daichi asked me to come get you." You said as the two captains also made their way over to you.

"Y-you two should head to bed as well. It's getting late and we have s-some games tomorrow." You said looking to the owl and cat. The cat who you understood was called Kuroo smiled and rested his hand on Tsukishima's shoulder. "I'll only leave if you give me a kiss on the cheek." He said tapping his left cheek with the index finger of his free hand.

Your face lit up with a blush as you shook your head. "I-I c-cant... Uhm..." You stuttered out, trying to say words but it didnt work out too well.

Why did Kuroo ask this?

~Earlier in the Day~

Karasuno was going up against Nekoma again. The score is 1-1, the current set was 22-20 in favour of Karasuno. You were writing down some possible new plays and blocks when suddenly the game was over. Karasuno won. Finally.

You looked up to see Tsukishima standing awkwardly by himself. Your body kinda moved on it's own and before you knew it you were walking over to him. "Tsuki, you d-did really good out there today. You've really improved a l-lot." He looked down to you with his usual cold expression. You were expecting some kind of snarky remark but you didnt get one, and it made you remember why.

"Thanks." Was all he said as he gently ruffled your hair. You blushed as some looked at the odd sight. "We're going to the bathroom." Tsuki said, gently grabbing you wrist and taking you to the bathrooms. He pulled you into the washroom and gently pinned you against the wall, making your blush worsen.

He sighs and pecks your lips. "Remember what we talked about when I agreed to date you?" He asked looking down to you. You nodded and he made you look up to him. Oh, did I forget to mention you two are dating? "Sorry Kei... Its hard to a-act like we arent..." You said averting your gaze. He sighed again and mumbled. "Its hard to hold back when you're being so cute..."

You heard it anyway and looked back to him. You smiled at the odd comment coming from the megane as you leaned up to kiss him. He kissed back and closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around your waist. Your eyes fluttered back open when he pulled away from you entirely. "Let's go back, our next game is gonna start soon." The two of you left the bathroom and went back to the gym, blissfully unaware of the Nekoma captain that heard everything.

~Back to Present~

Tsukishima stared at Kuroo with an unamused expression before looking over to your blushing and stuttering state. Bokutou had been cleaning up so he didnt really pay any mind which was out of character for him. Tsuki suddenly wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to him. You blushed more and looked between him and Kuroo.

"You two are cleaning." He said before turning around with you and walking out. You looked up to him and he just kept walking to where the team was sleeping. "T-tsuki, wh-" He cut you off with a kiss and you responded almost instantly. His hands held your hips and kept you close to him. By this point your eyes had fluttered closed and the two of you were into the kiss.

Tsukishima on the other hand, was glaring at the spectating captains. Kuroo stared at them with a smug smirk on his face and Bokuto stared in shock as he handed him ¥500. Tsuki pulled away and and looked to your eyes as the fluttered open.

"W-what was that for?" You asked looking to his hazel eyes. "Am I not allowed to kiss my boyfriend?" You shook your head and gripped onto his shirt slightly. "Let's g-go before we get scolded even more." You said grabbing his hand and leading him to where you all were staying for the night.

Once the two of you made it, Daichi was the only one still awake waiting for you. "Sorry we took so-so long Daichi-senpai." You said quietly with a soft bow after. Daichi just shook his head and motioned for the two of you to lay down while laying down himself. "You should go take a quick shower Tsuki." You said handing him a towel as he walked over to his stuff.

He grabbed a change of clothes and went off to shower. You laid down in your spot next to Daichi and after a few minutes he rolled onto his other side to look at you. "Was he practicing with the other captains again?" He whispered and you nodded. "Yeah. Hes gotten r-really good though thanks to them."

Daichi nodded and examined your now lost in thought face. "You really like him a lot huh?" He asked gently, catching you off guard. You face lit up with a blush as you turned to lay on your back. You could feel Daichi smirking at you when Tsukishima came back in. Kei did whatever he needed to do before laying down.

The captain rolled back over and quickly fell asleep, leaving the two of you to be the last ones awake. Kei laid down on his spot next to you and took off his glasses, setting them on his bag. The two of you were facing each other and you smiled at him. "You're so pretty without your glasses."

You mumbled out with a yawn. He blushed and averted his gaze. "Just go to bed." He said, gently kissing your forehead before closing his eyes. You smiled and did the same, drifting off into a peaceful slumber.

Little did you know, Kei had stayed awake just a little longer to see your peaceful sleeping features. Or that the two of you would cuddle in the night and the other team members would take pictures to use as future blackmail.

#tpv hk!! #tpv oneshots #tpv sfw #tsukishima kei x male reader #tsukishima x male reader #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu!! x male reader #x male reader #mxm #m4m

[esta-elavaris]

Flufftober Day 30: Self-Worth/Self-Love ~ James Norrington/OC [1.973 words]

My Flufftober '23 masterpost can be found here, and my behemoth of a main fic about these two is here 💜✨

This is the final bit in the little mini storyline I had going on with these - it's first referenced in day 10, it builds a bit in day 21, and we dig into it properly here!

On their final night in London together, Theo had to concede that she hadn’t had half as bad a time as she’d expected. In fact, she hadn’t had a bad time at all. Sure, she spent the first couple of weeks waiting for all to suddenly turn bitchy towards her, using things she’d said when her guard was down to mock the begloved Irishwoman who may or may not have been a witch, but…it didn’t happen. And now their final social occasion, their farewell dinner, was drawing to a close, and she had to accept that it simply was not going to happen. Screw interdimensional time travel, this was the real miracle.

She’d even taken to dressing how she actually wanted to dress. Alright, leggings and band shirts were still out, but to her own tastes as far as fashions of the time went – rather than cosplaying as whatever she thought people would expect Mrs Norrington to appear. Which often meant dressing how Elizabeth would.

The last of their guests, Lord and Lady Montague, remained in the drawing room as the others left in order to finalise business, and everything was looking decidedly golden.

“I’ll confess, Admiral Norrington,” the older man insisted on continued use of James’ former title – a mark of respect, she thought, “I was prepared to come here, listen to some hare-brained scheme, before throwing what little gold and help I possibly could at it merely as a personal favour to Governor Swann.”

“Oh really, Henry,” his wife scolded, very half-heartedly, from where she sat beside Theo.

“I wouldn’t say it now if it had all proven true,” he pressed on. “I confessed myself impressed, by your plans, by your lovely wife, by you, by all of it. And very optimistic. You go forth with my full backing, and not just the sort that I offer out of obligation to save any awkwardness.”

Theo smiled, bowing her head as Lady Montague – or Alice, as she insisted she call her – squeezed her arm as if in agreement. Her experience with the upper crust of English society had begun with Beckett, and he was an act she had no wish to see repeated.

The Montagues stood, James and Theo following suit as Henry continued.

“I wish you luck, not that I think you’ll need it, going forth – and going forth with all the support you might need, from myself at least. And my contacts in the north. I’ve already written to them, I did so last night so I could reassure you of that fact before we saw you off.”

It was taking all Theo had not to start literally jumping for joy. As James expressed his thanks, Alice rounded on her and pulled her into a tight hug.

“Speaking of writing, you must promise to do so! You’ve been such a breath of fresh air, Theodora, I’m going to miss you sorely when you’re gone! You must come again. I insist, I really do.”

“I will,” Theo laughed. “I promise, I will.”

Her penmanship with a quill was improving, so with any luck James wouldn’t be obligated to scribe whatever letters she had to send.

The goodbyes were lengthy, but the moment they were out of the door and well out of earshot, Theo was hooting a laugh and throwing her arms about her husband in celebration – not content to let him downplay his success here. Only after that did the tiredness that had been culminating over the course of their time here really hit, and she returned to the sofa and sank down onto it with a sigh.

“You made an enthusiastic friend in Lady Montague. For life, I should think,” James said as he followed her in.

“Careful, James, you’re brushing against condescension – all that’s missing is a pat on the head and a good girl.”

Although that last part might be worth revisiting at a later date. He chuckled, walking to the bar cart and pouring them each a drink before he sat down on the couch beside her, handing her the crystal tumbler of whiskey.

“I know these things are tiring for you, but if it’s any consolation you handled it all marvellously.”

Theo made a humming sound, taking a sip and sighing. He was right – they were exhausting. Not even just because of the cultural differences, which one wouldn’t expect to exist between two such small neighbouring islands, but because of her origins, too.

“It wasn’t so bad as it was when I first arrived,” she admitted. “I…have more stable footing now, than I did back then. Don’t need to be paranoid that if I say my favourite colour is blue, it’ll be a secret code for I worship the devil every Tuesday night in these times.”

“No, that would be red,” he said drily.

“Duly noted.”

Back when she first arrived, it had been toughest. Having to constantly self-edit and really think over what she said before she said it, thinking of how she could skew an anecdote to fit the time – or if she could at all – by which point, the conversation had often moved on and she was left standing quietly like a lawn ornament to the side. With James, it had always been surprisingly easy. Even before he knew, when they were just talking, and he wasn’t trying to finagle details of her past out of her. And now she didn’t have to worry about it with him at all. A safe haven in human form.

It was Theo’s own humble opinion that she was at her best when she could speak her mind and crack her stupid jokes and, well, breathe. That hadn’t often been possible in Port Royal. Because they were of this time, and because they seldom shared her sense of humour – and going into this, she’d expected it to be more of the same. Amplified, perhaps, because this was London, where all of them had hailed from.

But either island life had made those there less friendly towards newcomers, or the old lot just really resented her for what she’d found with James. Then again, maybe arriving as a castaway, living in the jungle for a bit, and then running off with a pirate…multiple times…had something to do with it, too. Who knew?

In any case, she’d lucked out here – and she was relieved, but exhausted still. And more than a little sheepish.

“I’m sorry.”

“For worshipping the devil?”

He had not sensed her change in tone, thinking she was still joking. There was a precedent for that, wasn’t there? Theo was content to let it rest there, unsure if it was really a conversation she wanted to have anyway. But then he turned his head and regarded her fully, and the silence became a little less comfortable than it usually was between them.

“Sorry for what?” he asked, and then when she did not respond, asked again. “Theodora?”

“It…doesn’t come naturally to me. Not here.”

“What doesn’t?”

“The social side of it. Here.”

“She says as we sit here, drinking to her success.”

“We’re drinking to our success, don’t be daft.”

“I’m drinking to yours. Now tell me what you meant. Was someone unkind tonight?”

“Not at all. But…”

Well, they were having the conversation now. What good would it be to sit and make him pull teeth and figure out what was bothering her via a series of yes-or-no questions?

“…this is what wives are supposed to do, isn’t it? Here, I mean. Take joy in organising dinner parties and playing hostess and filling every spare hour of every day with luncheons and dinner parties and balls? Representing the team in the sophisticated social circles – the ones not inhabited by pirates and sex workers, anyway. It’s not exactly…”

A marriage to a fine woman. But she wouldn’t use those words – because they weren’t meant for her ears, because it would appear the matter of Elizabeth still weighed upon her (which it genuinely did not), and because it didn’t exactly convey how she felt. That made it sound like she doubted his feelings for her, or like she had no self-worth…which had never been one of her problems. God bless her dad and how he’d raised her.

“I don’t fulfil the traditional job requirements,” she finished lamely.

Then, though, she saw how he looked almost outraged by her words and winced.

“I’m not saying I don’t think you’re happy. Only that it would be understandable if you were…oh, I don’t know. Frustrated, now and then, at having a wife who you always need to explain to people.”

In all of their time together, they hadn’t ever really had a chance at living in a normal manner up until now. There’d always been some sort of grander game at play – some new adventure-slash-mortal peril tugging at their tailcoats. The bits in-between that kinda sorta resembled normality had been breathers. Blips between storms – between maelstroms.

James smiled a little as he bowed his head, and Theo wasn’t sure how to even begin taking the gesture. Had she really sounded that ridiculous? God, she shouldn’t have opened her mouth at all. But when he raised his head again and looked to her, the smile slipped away, and she knew her worry had shown on her face.

Sighing, he bent forward to set his glass down on the floor, and then took her free hand in both of his.

"Do you think I have none of the same fears? Three centuries of progress lies between here and where you hailed from. Between myself and then. And you have given up much for me…have sacrificed much for me..." as he spoke, he ran his thumb over the knuckles of her gloved hand. “I believe that you are happy just as you know that I am. But, sometimes, I do fear that one day you may grow to question whether it was all worth it. For you have sacrificed plenty, and I have gained much. I have gained everything.”

“Everything you’ve gained, I have too,” she insisted. “I never regret the choice I’ve made. Not even in passing.”

“And nor do I. I do not wish for a wife, Theodora. I want you. As you are. However you are. However you will be. And as for needing to explain you to people – if they do not possess good taste, that is their own affair. I enjoy being among the lucky collective who do.”

Theo felt herself flush, but he was not finished. He slipped one hand away from hers and brought it instead to cup the side of her face, thumb running across her cheek just as it had with her knuckles, urging her towards him so that he could kiss her – a kiss that was so slow and filled with such adoration that she was sure she wouldn’t be able to string another sentence together for at least an hour.

He pulled back, but kept her close, pressing his brow against hers.

“And I confess, if you suffered a head injury and began to take joy in little other than place settings and the town gossip, I should still love you but I would mourn it,” he teased. “You take little joy in these sorts of gatherings? Good. Nor do I. So I know I will never need to suffer through them unless entirely necessary – and when those times do come, I’m afforded the opportunity to witness you, to use your own wording, charm the pants off of those necessary. Now tell me, what facet of any of this is supposed to disappoint me?”

“What if I tell you I really am a witch?” she teased, pressing another kiss to his lips as if to prove her mood had lightened.

“I shall carry your broomstick for you with great pride,” he promised.

Links: AO3 -- FF.net -- flufftober masterpost -- dividers by cafekitsune

#esta's flufftober '23 fills #flufftober2023 #flufftober 2023 #flufftober #james norrington x oc #james norrington/oc #potcfic #pirates of the caribbean fanfic #pirates of the caribbean fanfiction #pirates of the caribbean fic #james norrington fanfic #james norrington fanfiction

[arceespinkgun]

I don't know how to put it into words but TFES Megatron feels like Megatron to me. Personally I struggled to see IDW1 Megatron as an iteration of the character and not simply an OC that was favoured by the narrative. People will often bring up that Megatron wasn't accepted by others, especially on the Lost Light and gave him a hard time but it's not just about the in-universe treatment he received. He received blatant favouritism by the narrative itself, the characters only act and react according to the creators who are then pushed by Hasbro to include or meet certain criteria

Regardless, TFES Megatron wouldn't exist without IDW1. Personally I do feel that he is the improvement upon reflection of the creators the first time around because TFES Megatron doesn't receive the same treatment, his character flaws are constantly criticized both within AND outside of the narrative. TFES takes measures to show us how Megatron is feeling without invalidating the impact he had/has on those around them. Characters comment on his beliefs and behaviour while the audience is given a deeper understanding of the consequences of those beliefs and behaviour

In my opinion, unlike IDW1 Earthspark manages to do this fairly well without making it feel like he's overstepping the narratives of other characters such as the Malto's. He isn't the main character in TFES like you pointed out and that's made clear from the get-go, he plays a significant role without reducing the roles of others— individuals impacted directly from his previous choices, such as the Terran's who have to face the consequences of anti-Transformers sentiments due to their forebearers war affecting humanity

I agree with all of this. And I also really love that Earthspark both includes legacy characters in it without being about those characters. Not since Beast Wars has a show in this franchise really managed that well, but even Beast Wars I feel maybe left too many mysteries regarding changes that occurred post-G1, like how we never got to learn anything about the Maximal High Council or why Rampage was specifically created for or anything.

Also, the fact that Autobot Megatron in IDW was given a hard time by some people really doesn't mean anything when the people who were harshest toward him were demonized so much, right? Like the mutiny—it kind of seemed like a way for JRo to eject all the characters he wasn't as interested in from the narrative, and a lot of time was spent on characters like Getaway who hate Megatron being absolutely despicable. And so much time was spent lingering on how sad Megatron was, ugh.

I think another reason the Megatron from late-phase IDW doesn't feel like Megatron to you and seems more like an OC is because all of his usual character traits are diminished or absent. He doesn't have to be actively villainous to be overdramatic, violent, arrogant, passionate, smug, etc. and when JRo added new character traits they seemed to directly contradict what is normal for the character. Like in the Christmas special, Megatron is terrified and curls up into a ball when he thinks Ultra Magnus is going to hug him. Really? Megatron is this scared of a hug from a guy he likes? This guy who is uncomfortably overly-intimate especially with his enemies in almost all other media?

That being said, while Earthspark is definitely in dialogue with IDW and is an improvement on the Megatron there, the creators of Earthspark aren't the same people who worked on those comics, right? Nick Roche who worked with JRo was involved... but as a designer only. And like, even now, JRo seems to have no self-awareness regarding certain things, including the massive issues with how he wrote Megatron, and I doubt he'd ever be able to handle writing the character like Earthspark does. (Maybe that's what you meant though, I couldn't quite tell if you were implying the creators were the same people or not.)

#transformers earthspark #earthspark spoilers #my analysis #Megatron #tranformers idw #also time for me to reflect on the actual main characters more... no more Megatron lol #long post

[serenxanthe]

After Ziost, a SWTOR Story

Part 2 (Chapters 4 - 5): In which Theron learns something disquieting during his obsessive efforts to get his job back.

Part 1 (Chapters 1 - 3) is here.

Chapter 4

Theron had been on Coruscant now for more than two months, and he still didn’t have his job back. He’d met with Trant several times, at Theron’s own insistence, but his position seemed to have gone from somewhat sympathetic exasperation to impatient dismissal.

Theron guessed he had more important things to worry about than the career of one of his more reckless agents. But Theron could help with those important things! If only the SIS would give him another chance.

This was all Saresh’s fault, like he’d told Seren. It was clearly Saresh blocking his reinstatement, using him as a convenient scapegoat to disguise her own catastrophically bad decision to deploy Republic forces to a world in the thrall of the Sith Emperor. Former Emperor he reluctantly acknowledged, thinking of Lana’s insistence on that.

Saresh had summoned him to her presence once, purely to berate him in public, not to hear him out. Theron had kept quiet and let her do so, acting entirely against his own nature; he didn’t want to burn any more bridges while there was still a chance he could get his damn job back. Satele and Jace had been there too, standing at either side of Saresh, looking on like… well, like disappointed parents. He knew they were in fact there in their capacity as Jedi Grandmaster and Supreme Commander respectively, but the fact that they were also his actual parents added to Theron’s humiliation.

That had been weeks ago, and he hadn’t spent time with anyone other than Jonas Balkar and an increasingly reluctant Director Trant since then. Theron was getting nowhere, and he knew he needed to change tack. He considered Jace and Satele. Which one was more influential with Saresh, and which one did he have the greatest chance of explaining himself to; bringing them round to his way of thinking?

Jace was probably the most likely to hear him out; he’d been pretty reckless himself as a young man. His own existence illustrated that point thought Theron, nobody sensible got entangled with a Jedi after all.

Theron’s mind drifted briefly to Seren, but he pushed the thoughts out of his mind firmly. He didn’t have time for any of that relationship stuff now, with his job on the line, and if he was honest with himself, he knew he had a worrying tendency to lose track of time in sentimental daydreaming once he let himself start thinking about her. 

Yes, Jace was the most likely to listen sympathetically, given his own nature, but maybe Satele was a better choice for that very reason. He knew Saresh respected her clear headed unemotional take on things. Maybe that damned maddening Jedi impassivity could be made to work in his favour for once, reasoned Theron.

Chapter 5

Sitting awkwardly on Satele’s luxurious sofa in her Coruscant apartment, Theron swallowed. He wasn’t sure where to begin. He took a sip of the tea he hadn’t felt it polite to refuse, and was reminded of Seren again. Again, he pushed her from his mind, he had to focus. “How’s Master Surro?” he asked, relieved that he’d remembered that he and Satele did have something in common. 

Satele’s expression softened slightly. Even as a spy practised in reading body language and facial expression, Theron doubted he would have spotted it if he hadn’t spent so much time with Seren. Not that she guarded her emotions like this when they were alone, but they so often weren’t that he’d had to get used to interpreting the slightest of changes in expression.

“Surro is improving by the day, Theron, thank you.” Satele hesitated then added with unaccustomed openness, “I’m not sure she’ll ever return to active frontline duty, but I hope that one day she’ll at least be content again, maybe even happy.”

Theron nodded, the guilt he’d been suppressing rearing its head again. 

Satele must have seen something in his face, because she added gently, “She made her own choices, Theron, she would have known the risks when she headed down to that planet.”

Theron nodded again, mechanically.

Satele sighed, “Not everyone is as resilient having been possessed by the Sith Emperor as Seren and Kira, Theron. I wonder if it’s because they were both born Sith, or whether that’s a complete coincidence.” 

That just made Theron feel even more guilty, if he’d asked Seren, Kira, and Scourge to help instead of the Sixth Line…

“How is Seren?” Satele suddenly asked him.

Theron frowned, he didn’t really know, but Satele definitely didn’t need to know that. “She’s fine.” He told her. “Do you mean after Ziost?” he clarified.

Satele nodded, “It must have been awful, to feel all that death at such close range. I felt it from here, a great wound in the Force…” she stopped herself and said, “Sorry Theron, Seren tells me you don’t like to talk about the Force.” 

Theron shook his head, demurring, trying not to mind too much that Seren had discussed his feelings about the Force with his mother. She’d obviously meant well.

Something else was nagging at him, and he thought about it. Why had Satele said ‘at such close range’? Seren had left Ziost at the same time he and Lana did, hadn’t she? Ashamed, Theron realised he hadn’t even thought about, let alone asked her about, her plans after the events at the People's Tower. He’d been so focussed on getting Surro and the other Masters to Tython. He concentrated on Satele again, she was still speaking.

“Thank the Force that Lord Scourge’s lightsabre hilt broke though.” Satele said, and Theron frowned at her in confusion. 

“I’d like to think it was the will of the Force that took them up to the space station for repairs,” Satele continued, “It’s strange how the most seemingly insignificant events can mean the difference between life and death. Maybe I’m just looking for meaning where there is none, but they'd been on the surface literally just a few minutes before the cataclysm happened…” Satele trailed away as she noticed Theron’s white face and look of horror. 

“Theron, I’m so sorry. This is the last thing you want to be reminded of I’m sure. I can’t imagine how you must have been feeling until Seren made it back to Carrick Station.” Satele patted his arm awkwardly, but Theron barely felt it.

She’d been on Ziost? On the surface itself mere minutes before every single person on the planet had been killed? How had he not known until now how close he’d come to losing her? He knew how. He hadn’t bothered to ask her whether she was leaving Ziost, just assumed; all his focus was on Surro, and his own overwhelming guilt. 

He thought back to seeing Seren in his former office on Carrick Station. She’d come running in, uncaring of her Jedi dignity and who was watching. Her face, the face he’d barely even looked at at the time, had been alive with some sort of emotion he realised now, her eyes wide as she fixed them on him. 

He… he hadn’t even hugged her in greeting, hadn’t even made the most superficial enquiries as to how she was. He hadn’t known how close she’d come to death, but that was no excuse; he hadn’t even shown the bare minimum of basic courtesy to his own girlfriend. Theron’s insides cramped with remorse.

What if… was she even still his girlfriend? He’d talked about Surro and his job, and she’d seemed sympathetic, she’d let him kiss her, but… she’d asked him to go for a drink with her to talk and he’d said no, hadn’t he? He couldn’t really remember the conversation properly, he hadn't been focussing at all. 

Had she said, “Maybe another time.” with a polite smile? That couldn’t be good could it? And that had been… two months ago? More? And he hadn’t contacted her, deliberately putting her from his mind so he could focus on getting his job back. She hadn’t contacted him either, obviously, but he could kinda understand why given how their last conversation had gone.

Satele watched the emotions play across her son’s face, but not having any idea how their conversation just now had exposed how little Theron knew about Seren’s life at present, and assuming he was just missing her, she said, “It must be hard, after all that, with Seren being away now in wild…”

“I’m not here to talk about Seren!” Theron interrupted her angrily. He took a deep breath straight away and said, “Sorry.” His apology was short but sincere, it was himself he was angry with not Satele after all. “I was hoping you could help me? Talk to Chancellor Saresh for me? About my job.” 

Satele looked at him, disappointed but not surprised that this was what he was here for. “Your reinstatement is in the hands of Marcus Trant, not Saresh.” she said evenly. Theron snorted in disbelief, and Satele sighed and relented. “All right, we both know that’s not quite true. But Theron, I’m probably not the best person to help you with getting on Saresh’s good side.” Theron frowned at her, surprise and scepticism on his face, and Satele continued, “She still doesn’t quite trust me after I formed the coalition with Marr on Yavin IV.”

Theron snorted again. “That just goes to show her lack of judgement doesn’t it? You acted for the good of the Republic, and the galaxy, not for the good of Saresh. The two things rarely, if ever, coincide from what I can see, despite Saresh’s propaganda.”

Satele was surprised, that was probably the most positive thing Theron had ever said about her. To her face anyway. Satele felt guilty for the jolt of happiness she felt at Theron’s usual spiky bitterness being directed at someone else for once, and in her favour no less! 

She put her hand on his forearm again, more confidently this time, and said, “You should try Jace, Theron. Privately, I know he’s sympathetic to your actions, and he’s currently in better favour with Saresh than I am.”

Theron thanked her, his tone polite if not quite warm, and after finishing the tea she’d made him, said his goodbyes. At least he’d arrived and left through the front door this time, Satele thought. Maybe they were making progress.

#swtor #theron shan #satele shan #swtor jedi knight #swtor oc #star wars the old republic #my ocs #fanfic #my writing #angst #established couple #Theron experiences the first trickle of regret #it gets worse #much worse

[mr-clow]

Act 1: The throne of Boudica. Part 1:

The revolt went well. During the first hours several discarded soldier that had lost battles and fled presented themselves before me while the people slowly spread my word to the few people that hadn’t heard the broadcast. After six hours had passed of the people rescuing me from the soldiers that had apprehended me, the moon station command tried a second attempt. This time not only numerous brigades entered the space the refugees were waiting for their destiny to be decided, but they threatened to cut the supplies. What they had failed to realize was that the seed was planted and once inside the hall almost all the soldiers sent to capture me only kneeled and asked for my guidance. Without loosing time, I command them with two simple instructions. First, anyone that actively opposed my rule should be apprehended or killed if they resisted. Second, anyone could openly show they discomfort but as long as they didn’t actively interrupt my plans they would be left in peace or moved to other station according to their wishes. After that, I explained that I haven’t slept for days maybe, and excused myself.

Half a day later I woke up again to the face of Carlos shaking me to stop a nightmare that was consuming me. I dried my tears, amazed that I still had the capacity of crying, and looked around my. Carlos, a colonel whose name I couldn’t remember, and two KalHal I haven’t seen before were around me. I stood up and stretched myself, after that I felt my stomach revolt, be it hunger or those two dirty snakes watching me, I didn’t know at the time.

Boudica – Carlos, take me to a place where we can have some privacy. I’m alive, so I assume the revolt is ongoing, or we won. I’ll follow.

Carlos – Good morning. The rebellion is ongoing, but the odds are in your favour. Follow me, as I had to establish a new press office near, thanks to some... Issues.

Female KalHal - Excuse me, madam...

I looked at the female KalHal with eyes that made her understand that I really wanted to bathe in her bluish blood. She closed her mouth and I signalled with my head to follow. The male KalHal besides her braced her, and they started to follow us.

Boudica – I should say this room is quite an improvement, I see that you thrive in the middle of crisis.

Carlos, with a grin in his face. - I am a journalist, my job requires me to stay near the most prominent figure in the system, madam.

Boudica – You can call me Boudica, you too, colonel. I will have to apologize, as I cannot remember your name. May you give me the pleasure again?

Duarte – I’m colonel Duarte Silva, madam. May I interrupt you to give you a report of the current situation?

Boudica – Please colonel, and call me Boudica, as I have abandoned my previous life.

Duarte – The situation is better than expected. The high commands resisted until death, a few soldiers suffer the same destiny, and the rest of the opposition decide to retire. Several cells that are mainly afraid are resisting, and we are trying to convince them. Also, various alien groups held their ground and took parts of the station. They’re not violent but resist moving or comply, so we don’t know how to proceed.

Boudica – Thanks for the report, I’m glad I could trust you with these issues. I’m not wrong to think that theses KalHals have something to do with the last part of your report. I will leave these problems for the dessert. Carlos, I don’t have anyone that understands the media and how to communicate with the masses. Can I count with your help? Please, don’t feel pressured, as you have helped me a lot already.

Carlos – Boudica, I have already lost my job thanks to your impressive speech, and I don’t support your movement, your message of hatred or how you treat those around you. Even with all that in mind, as I said before, I’m a journalist and I cannot pass the opportunity to follow your story as close as I can.

I held a hand up in the middle of Carlos speech, as Duarte went for the gun in his belt. I looked at Carlos eyes all the time he spoke and notice that I wouldn’t get a moment as honest as this from this man, even as afraid as he was while saying these words.

Boudica – Carlos, let me rephrase with the same honesty you have answered me. I don’t like you. I need a press minister that can tell me what I need to know, good or bad, if I am wrong or not, if I am another genocide or just looking for the vengeance I deserve. Do you trust your nerve enough to do it until the end? I don’t want to risk myself to suffer any betrayal, but also I don’t want people, as blind as me only, following me to the deep corners of hell around me.

Carlos – Do I have the freedom to tell you what I see or think without any backlash to my person or the people that helps me?

Boudica – Yes, as long as you don’t lie, hide or disclosure my movements without my permission.

Carlos – Even if you are driving us to death?

Boudica – I know you will follow me to death and beyond as long as you have the headlines. You are free to drop your team if they want to live.

Carlos kneeled before me. - Boudica, imperatrix of humanity. I vow to tell you the truth, as harsh as it might be. I vow to be your eyes and ears while you guide us to victory. My life will be at your mercy. I pledge to be loyal to my liege, to honour the truth, and to serve with dedication and integrity. I shall never waver in my commitment to the freedom of speech, and I will be a beacon of light in times of darkness. This I swear on my honour as a journalist.

Boudica – Rise now, Sir Rodriguez, and be recognized as a true and noble knight. Arise with honour, courage, and the duty to uphold the code of chivalry.

The room was as silent as a grave while Carlos rose. Duarte was holding its tears and the KalHals were wondering if they had been taken to a different dimension, as only that could justify the madness that was happening in front of them.

Boudica – Knight Rodriguez, tell me now. What should I expect according to your sources?

Carlos – Please, imperatrix, only Carlos to you. Inside this station, nothing has the ability to oppose your rule, that, is not so certain from other corners of the universe. Since you gave your speech, earth has been in a turmoil that few governments had the dexterity to handle. Earth’s rule see you as a power even more dangerous than the external attack and is expected for them to attack. On the other hand, the people of earth, in their vast majority, are at least intrigued where will you take us. The attempts to communicate with you are impressive, governments, media, and people alike.

Boudica – Thanks Carlos, I appreciate the report too. Now colonel, until I finish my negotiations with these two representatives, keep every alien in the station under your sight but in peace. The people that are still unsure about their position can have two options, surrender and leave the station to the first destiny we can accommodate, or die. They have twelve hours to decide, after that I don’t care if you blow up a part of the station. If you are able to complete that within that time and no deaths, I’ll grant you the second knighthood of the ten I’m planning to give as long as I’m alive.

Duarte – I’m honoured to have your trust, your highness. I’ll return when my endeavour is finished.

I saluted Duarte and then signalled Carlos to seat in the chair beside me. Then I turned to both of the KalHals, that had enough common sense to keep their mouths shut, but their eyes were wild with panic. I assumed they expected something more simple, and now they had seen that they would have to navigate through the madness I was spreading to get out alive of this station.

#humans are deathworlders #humans are weird #earth is a deathworld #humans are space orcs #humans are space aussies #The bloody imperatrix

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for improving the world?

To begin, it's important to know that I (????NB) have always had issues with sunlight and the concept of day in general - it just doesn't agree with me and never has - not to mention I feed on nightmares, so those are pretty important to me. I know I'm not the only one who prefers the night and the sweet embrace of sleep, therefore I took it upon myself to rectify this flaw in the universe.

Where I'm from, it's well known that there's a time god (????NB) responsible for keeping time itself in check from up in his tower (the tower is also a crucial part of the flow of time). I figured that if I brought the tower down, I could disrupt time and plunge the world into darkness forever.

It's important to know that I didn't kill anybody for this! I simply caused damage to supporting structures of the tower and let nature run its course from there. The world is now in a state of perpetual darkness and I've already had several people come to me with gratitude for this gift to the world. The time god is still ruling too - even if he's slightly more angry and growl-y than usual!

Now, a small group recently formed with a plan to go back in time to before the tower fully collapsed and repair the damage (a ridiculous plan that would result in them having never been born, if successful). I managed to catch them in the act of time travel and almost landed a killing blow on one of them (24M), only for his companion to step in and take the hit instead!

I'm pretty sure they're not dead (so I still haven't killed anyone thank you very much), but both still ended up time travelling and I'm rather sure I saw the one I hit start changing shape in some way before they were gone. My worries for the future aside though, AITA? I tried to do them (and the rest of the world) a favour, after all.

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

[gay-dorito-dust]

Could you do an eddie x ftm!reader where eddie comforts the reader after he's had a really bad day because people keep bullying him and giving him dysmorphia

A/n: I’m gonna be sappy for a bit but I’m truly honoured you guys are trusting me and requesting me to write these kinds of fanfictions and at least give someone the pick me up they need. I try my best.

“I fucking hate this goddamn town!” You slammed the door to the trailer shut, tossing aside your jacket as you situated yourself on the couch; where your hands proceeded to then pull against the fabric of Eddie’s shirt you borrowed awhile back in attempts of stretching the seams so unfavourable parts of yourself wouldn’t be as visible to the human eye. It felt as though the shirt itself was shrinking and in the process was becoming a sort of second skin on top of your own skin, leaving you with an exposed feeling within your chest as thousands of imaginary rose lenses tinted eyes saw you the way they expected to perceive you as per the rules of a corrupt society.

It was moments like these where you just wished that you could stretch and mould your skin into your preferred form and stay that way but unfortunately skin doesn’t work like that exactly. The only way to shape and mould it they way you’ve always desired was through surgery procedures and they cost an insane amount of money, money of which you didn’t have; your job didn’t pay you that handsomely. It hurt. It hurt to know that you’d never be accepted for who you truly were by the very people who’ve only ever perceived you the way they raised you as and refused to change their viewpoint -adamant even- that in the process they disregarded your request of the bare minimum by crushing it under their shoes like gum.

It hurt so fucking much. You didn’t wish to continue fighting with yourself over a particular part of your being after some passing comments made by narrow minded dickheads who thought point out the insecurities of others would immediately make them better by comparison when in actuality it just made them look like a bigger dick. As much as you wanted to act like their words didn’t mean shit when in reality you would spend the remainder of the day sat in front of the mirror, mentally tearing yourself down over the very features that were just the catalyst of your issues concerning your image; visible or not you found yourself hating your body even more then ever as you would start hiding those parts beneath clothing as if that would solve the problem. Life wouldn’t allow you a peaceful existence, life wanted to see you suffer and crumple beneath the weight and pathetically give up.

“I just wish everyone would go away, keep their fucking comments to themselves and let me live within my delusion but I guess I’m not even aloud that luxury huh?” You cried, scratching your skin as if with the intention with ripping of off in hopes that new and improved skin would appear beneath, skin that wouldn’t cage you in a body you’d despise to the point of frustrated tears. Uncaring of the damage you’d cause in the process for you were too numb in your self-hatred to even acknowledge the action in favour of savouring the words thrown at you earlier today and channeling it into a method of self-deprivation. “Does that include me then?” You looked up in time to see Eddie standing in the doorway, having overheard every word that left your mouth from his room. His brown eyes conveyed his sadness for you but also his concern as they flicker to the hand scratching at your forearm with a flash of pain cutting across them. “What?” “When you said that you wished everyone would essentially fuck off, does that include me?” Eddie asked softly, not wanting to push you over the edge you were already dangerously dangling over.

“No Eddie, never you because right now I need you to hold me together before I fall apart.” You whimpered, tears blurring your vision of your boyfriend as your arms were outstretched towards him in a desperate need of comfort that could only be achieved within his arms. Eddie wasted no time in bringing you into his arms, pressing you tightly against his chest, offering you the golden opportunity to rest your head against the crook of his neck and inhaling his scent of mint, weed and Cedar wood. Your hands clasped at the back of his leather jacket as tightly as they could as to keep Eddie where you needed him that you swore you held the power to rip it to shreds at any given moment for being a hindrance in having him so much closer to you. “Eddie I-Eddie I’m tired of hating who I see in the mirror after someone makes a snide comment. I hate being so fucking susceptible in hating myself and every little part of my body because it doesn’t fit the ideal body type I’ve had in mind! I don’t want to wake up to a reality where you see the imperfections of my body and start thinking of me negatively like everyone else in this fucked up town. I don’t think I could bear loosing you to them.” You sniffled, burying your head further into his neck as his grip on you tightened, “I just wanted to be worth being seen by your side without having my dysmorphia reopened.” Eddie truly didn’t know how to respond to that but decided that the longer he took in thinking the more you’d think that he no longer wanted you, which was utter bullshit to Eddie because how could he not want you. He’s had his eye on you for as long as he could remember and to finally have you felt like a blessing to him because to Eddie you were borderline perfect; no amount of imperfections of your body would ever change that because Eddie would gladly spend the rest of his life praising you and your body like the god you were.

So instead he chose to speak from the heart. “If you are tired then rest your weary head against my neck as you are right now,” Eddie paused to reach for your hand behind his back, grasping it strongly in his own as he pressed a kiss against it, “rest your aching hands in mine and if you heart is hurting then lay it upon mine so I can soothe it back to health with sweet nothings and an abundance of affection.” He concludes his sentences by pressing a plethora of kisses against your head, neck and shoulders chasing you to let loose some giggles that never failed to make him melt. “I sometimes wish you could see yourself the way I see you y/n because to me when I look upon you all I see is the man I’m lucky enough to call my boyfriend! I mean do you know how hard it was for me to muster up the courage to ask the most handsomest, the most charming, the most sexiest man in all of Hawkins?! I was damn near pissing myself because I didn’t think someone as jaw dropping as you would ever go for a loser like me.” You drew away from Eddie to look him in the eyes as you used your free hand to touch the side of his neck, bringing his forehead to yours as your eyes remained on him, “really?” You whispered as though you were sharing secrets.

“Oh totally, you’ve made this man’s fantasies come true y/n and I could never thank you enough for giving us a shot especially after the sharpie incident with Dustin.” You remembered the sharpie incident very well much to Eddie’s dismay whenever you brought it up. One day you, Dustin, Eddie, Max, Lucas, Steve, Nancy and Robin were having a movie night over at Eddie’s trailer and sometime after Eddie fell asleep Steve though it a genius plan to dare Dustin to draw a sharpie moustache on Eddie before he woke up. Why? You didn’t know but you did try to reason with the boy but Steve had one hell of an influence on him as Dustin did just that. Once Eddie awoke to see what had been done, he chased Steve and Dustin out of the trailer and into the woods where they play fought for a little while before becoming back with leaves stuck to their hair, dirt clung to their skin and massive grins on their faces. They truly acted like brothers and it warmed your heart to see Eddie so happy that after playfully shoving Dustin inside the trailer after ruffling his hair free of leaves, high on his adrenaline rush, he stole a kiss from your lips that night. You weren’t even dating at the time but it was obvious to your friends that something was going on seeing as neither of you were good at hiding your feelings as well as you thought.

“You looked quite dapper with a sharpie moustache if I do say so myself.” You teased, running a finger across his upper lip, narrowly avoiding his teeth as he tried to playfully bite you. “I could grow one out for you if you’d like.” Eddie replied but you laughed, “with the rate that your facial hair is growing? Yeah that’ll take quite a while.” Eddie pulled back from you with a look of offence as he placed a hand over his chest. “How could you say that to me after all the sweet things I had to say about you? I am hurt, you have wounded me, how can I go on knowing this betrayal is the thing that ended me.” You laughed loudly at his theatrics and decided to play along because it was a favourite of yours to play into his theatrics as a way of expressing your love for him. “Well I guess I’ll have to withhold giving you all my healing kisses if that’s how your going to act.” Eddie peaked at you with wide puppy dog eyes as he quickly grasped you by the arms,“healing kisses you say? Well why don’t we test that theory in the privacy of my room?” He winked as he rushed you into his room and shutting the door behind him with his foot as the only thing that could be heard was muffled laughter from the pair of you.

#eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader

[annoyinglandmagazine]

A Child In Her Mother’s Clothes Prt 2

Maitimë sped her way through the day in a haze of scraped knees, mediating arguments, chasing little elflings throughout the gardens and finally into bed, so much so that she scarcely thought about how all her smiles and ease were carefully placed for her brother’s benefit, about the way her heart raced and she felt phantom ice cold hands gripping her skin.

When she finally collapsed onto her bed and her head began to swirl again with thoughts that had been pushed aside she heard a voice at her door. ‘Nelya? May I come in?’ She thought about refusing, when her father asked for something it was never a courtesy, he meant it as a choice or he wouldn’t have bothered asking. She found however that she didn’t want to be left alone right now though she wouldn’t admit it to anyone, being of age for almost a year now she was far too old to be scared of such things.

‘You may.’ Feanor opened the door and closed it after him to give his daughter some privacy from curious little eyes after waiting for a nod from the girl sitting up cross legged on the bed to greet him. His little girl. Nelyafinwe was pale and visibly shaken and oh how he burned, but he knew that his anger would do little to help so he took a deep breath before slowly speaking. ‘Nelya, I think we should have a talk, do you mind if I sit?’ She gave her nod of assent but still refused to make eye contact as he sat himself next to her.

‘You know I’ve always thought you care too much for the feelings and regard of others but I’ve long made my peace with the fact that you go about things in a different way to how I do. But I will not watch you put anything, let alone propriety, above your own well-being. You’re a smart girl, if you feel unsafe in a situation you are probably right and you shouldn’t feel like you need to justify standing up for yourself or calling me immediately.’

Maitimë spoke softly and with uncharacteristic hesitation ‘I wasn’t in danger. He didn’t hurt me or threaten to, I overreacted I’m sorry, I made you believe it was more severe than it was.’ He breathed slowly to get a hold in his temper and tried to quell the deep seated urge to hold his daughter to his chest and stroke her hair until all her tears were spent but told himself that springing physical affection on her was not a good way to set up this conversation that he really should have had with her as soon as she became involved in court life, though he supposed Nerdanel must have covered some of it.

He should have anticipated consent being an issue he’d have to emphasise with his eldest, she’d been receiving borderline indecent comments and gazes since before her coming of age and it was always treated as far more acceptable than he’d been comfortable with. Combined with her pathological need not to ruffle feathers unnecessarily and disturbing inability to prioritise herself it all painted quite a dangerous picture.

She could stand up for others fine but she’d always had some difficulty realising that she was allowed to dislike the way someone was acting toward her. He chose his words with care, it was crucial that he conveyed just how important this was. ‘Nelyafinwe. No one’s influence or power gives them any right to touch you if you do not wish it. And you never have to just go along with something to make things easier, there is no circumstance in which protecting you is an inconvenience to me.

You say it was nothing but you are clearly upset and if the way someone felt entitled to touch your own body bothered you then that matters. People like that are creatures of the worst nature, Arda would be greatly improved by their absence and I would strongly council you to do us all a favour and remove them from the equation if at all possible should you encounter one again. If not I would be happy to do it for you.’

He stood and knelt at her feet cupping her face and pulling it to face him, staring imploringly into those confused grey eyes and speaking desperately, begging her to listen ‘I just- do you understand Nelya?’ She nodded fervently, finally releasing a strangled sob from the back of her throat and gripped his hands until her knuckles were white.

‘I can’t do anything to him right now but if he ever tries anything just tell me and I will sort it out, or better still just push him off. Nothing gives him any right to do that and no eldar with a scrap of decency would take any side other that yours.’

He couldn’t get vengeance right this moment but he would some day, just one more wrong move and Melkor would know how it felt to feel the wrath of the Noldor. And he had his daughter, that was the main thing, she was safe and she was going to be alright, his Nelyafinwë was a strong one. He could protect her, he had to protect her.

*********** The next time he tried to intimidate the daughter of Feanor she pulled back from him sharply and struck him with a fiery glare not unlike that of her father. And he smiled as he watched her laughing with her cousin, putting on a convincing show of nonchalance, as if he hadn’t gotten under her skin and she’d thought no more of it.

It was a surprise but not an unwelcome one to find the girl made of as fascinatingly stubborn stuff as her father. She would be a challenge. The strong ones were always the most rewarding to see broken.

********** Feanor stood still as one of his wife’s statues, staring unable to look away at the tapestry weaved in front of him and felt the flame that consumed his being ebbing for the first time and a sense of cold numbness creeping in. There was so much that made him want to scream, but his eyes were fixed on the scene in the corner. A bloody, bruised nís of a disturbingly narrow build was fully nude and chained to the wall, hair lying in clumps on the floor.

And a figure loomed over her, casting shadow on the scene and trailed a ruined hand over her bare protruding rib cage. Where else was not displayed. And the expressions. Her eyes burned with silent fury, defiant despite the fact she made no effort to stop him. How many times had she suffered this and yet kept the sense of righteous anger and through it her self? And how many more could she?

And He smiled coldly relishing in the knowledge that he’d won, that he had her at his mercy and none could do naught about it. No one could protect her now, least of all him. A little tear escaped and ran down a muddy, bloodstained cheek leaving line of clear freckled skin. His little girl.

#silmarillion #tolkien #maedhros #Feanor #morgoth #female maedhros #genderbending #rule 63 #Angband

[gayashawol]

𝕊𝕖𝕩𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕝 𝕓𝕖𝕕

ships: Kim Jonghyun x AFAB neutral reader

genre: smut, fluff, angst

word count: 1300+ words

content warning(s): mentions of cancer and chemotherapy, implied death, sex, public sex, usage of fem words such as pussy, clit, hole

author's notes: this is a request from a lovely friend of mine. i was waiting to try it out, but didn’t know how to go about it. i did a lot of research just to make sure that i represent people with cancer with the most respect by making sure that all information on the matter is as accurate as it could get. if there’s anything that i’ve done wrong, please let me know!

You had been sitting alone in the waiting room, waiting for when you could see your boyfriend again. You were holding flowers, as well as food since he hated what the nurses were giving him.

Once you were given the green flag, you were able to see a sick Jonghyun waving weakly at you. His hair was gone, he has gotten ridiculous skinny and unrecognisable within the last couple of weeks since you last saw him. The overwhelming feeling of emotions ran around you, but knew you needed to keep your composure just for your boyfriend.

“Y-Y/N…!” He smiled, obviously trying to make it seem like he was pushing through it as best as he could. Unfortunately, he doesn’t have much time left, and he wanted to spend his last moments with you.

Jonghyun was diagnosed with cancer just last year, and has been fighting for his entire life. His body used to be able to take the chemo treatments, but it started to act stubborn — like a toddler refusing to eat their veggies. He had been switching to stronger treatments, but no improvements. The doctors has tried all they could to spare his life, but they wouldn’t be so lucky with him this time.

You spent the whole time speaking to him about life, and what he always wanted to do before his time ran out. He always wanted to travel around the world, get married and spend the rest of his life with you.

Most importantly, he wanted to experience life’s best pleasures for the last time, and that was to have sex with you.

While looking sickly, he didn’t lose his kinkiness. He has always wanted to make love in public spaces such as a public restroom, changing rooms in a clothing store, a hidden area outside, anywhere possible where there was a possibility where he could’ve been caught.

That was when a thought raced his mind — in the hospital bed. Sure, it was super risky, and the risks of a nurse walking into them were very high. However, that further aroused him and made him want to do it more.

“Hey Y/N… can I ask you a big favour?” His tone slightly changed, seeing that his voice was slowly coming back.

“What is it, Jonghyun?” You went closer to his face, stroking his back as you placed his bald head closer to you.

“Would you be interested in… having sex with me one last time?” He slyly asked, yet his message went across as smoothly as your face expression changed from smiley to straight faced. You wasn’t sure if Jonghyun was being serious, or was just joking around. You knew about his public sex kinks, but this one feels a little too far for comfort.

“Y/N… I don’t even know if I could live another week… I don’t know if I’ll be able to beat this cancer once and for all…” Jonghyun words started to wobble, before sniffing every couple of words before he had to take in what he needed to say before saying it out loud.

“…I-I just wanna feel you again before I go… that’s my only wish.” Understanding how he was feeling, you also began to snivel at the thought of losing him. Your hands laid on his hand, as you feel his head onto yours.

You finally agreed to fulfil his wish before pressing onto his salty lips, immediately pulling out to wipe his eyes. You went into him again, going under his blanket to find his crotch. Jonghyun saw that you were struggling, and took his hardened cock out for you, holding your hand as you stroked it for him. He lifted up his blanket, poking through before he placed it down again for privacy.

You licked his tip, before slightly going deeper and deeper every single time. Once you reached balls deep, Jonghyun grunted underneath his breath, but quiet enough that nobody could speculate him.

You took your head out, when you felt a touch on your crotch. It was his fingers making your way through your clit, massaging it where he could see your face change. He couldn’t stand up, so he asked you to sit on him. You removed your pants before doing exactly that, and feeling him licking you like this was his last meal. It was like he accidentally levelled up the nervous system after telling it to grow up.

It was a next level experience, and you were starting to understand why he had a public kink. Every time you heard the shoe clicking sounds get louder, you felt the adrenaline rush to get off Jonghyun and pull your pants up. When the coast was clear, you went back on him with your pants down. The two of you would snicker like those high school sweethearts in a class, before going back to your business.

Once your pussy was all lubed up, you slid onto Jonghyun’s body, feeling his cock on your bare ass cheeks, twitching and tapping your skin. At this point, Jonghyun was excited to be inside of you, but he wasn’t able to move his hips as much as he would’ve.

You had no choice but to ride him — just to give him what he wanted.

You inserted his cock inside of your hole, feeling every single inch coming in and through you. Once you were balls deep, you started to slowly go up and down, and changed the pace as the friction was smooth enough to slip through.

You kept your mouth shut, even swallowing your own spit — just to prevent any noise from coming out of you while you felt your pussy tighten to hug Jonghyun’s cock, even causing him to have difficulty with not getting his grunts out there too.

He held your hand, kisses you as every spark of pleasure spurs his entire body like an electric shock. He kept your head close to yours, smirking in between with every chance he had.

“I’m going to… c-cum…” Jonghyun said softly, unable to control his audible moans. You were also reaching towards your climax, and had a hard time holding it in. You did let out a hearty shriek, as you felt his seed slooshing and gurgling from inside of your entrance.

You laid on his chest for a while, feeling Jonghyun stroking your back and his lips on your forehead. It was something that you knew you didn’t want to end just yet. It was just this moment that brought you so much joy and comfort, being with your boyfriend after all this time.

That was when it dawned into you, glazing over his missing hair, you accidentally bumping into his port, and his heart wrenching coughs. Tears formed in your eyes as you hear his heartbeat from your left ear. It didn’t sound normal, nor could you put a finger on what was going on.

You put your pants up, helped Jonghyun to dress him up so the both of you can report your concerns to a nurse that so happens to walk by his room.

It was that very moment, where a nurse came up to you to announce the worst possible thing she could’ve said upon entering.

“I’m sorry to say this… but your visiting time is over.” The nurse knew the sensitivity of having to separate two lovers — seeing Jonghyun’s face go blank in seconds.

“Can we spend a little bit longer… please…?” Jonghyun begged, even sobbing while holding your hand tightly.

“I’ll give you guys 5 more minutes.” She waited outside, while you and Jonghyun comforted each other — cuddling without letting go.

“I don’t want you to leave… what if I d-die tonight?” He continued to bawl, getting even louder as he gets closer to you. “What if this is the last time I get to see your face?”

“Relax Jonghyun…” You pat his head, lightly and softly. “You’re not going to die. I won’t allow that.”

After a while, you exchanged kisses with Jonghyun, before the same nurse escorted you out. You waved goodbye, seeing him with tears and suddenly losing his natural colours. For a spilt second, he seemed curled up, almost felt like he was a missing half.

Couple of days later, Jonghyun’s mother called. This would be the very moment your life would change forever.

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