#but I dearly dearly hope I am wrong. I want the show to be good and I want to enjoy it.

[bloodypeachblog]

Vox x F!Reader NSFW drabbles/headcanons/fic

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I woke up at 5:30 AM this morning and this popped into my head. I had to write it down and post it. It's 7 am now. With that, I'm going back to sleep. Pink text is you, blue text is Vox. Enjoy!

Taglist: @omniuravity @fatgumsurpremacy-remastered @neonvehk and anyone who loves Vox and/or Hazbin Hotel!

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Imagine you're in a poly-friends-with-benefits thing with Vox and Val.

You guys fuck on the regular and you all have a great time.

But deep down, afterwards, you don't feel that satisfied.

Your body was satisfied, but not your heart.

You cared about both of them dearly, hell, even loved them.

But you knew that they would never feel the same.

Of course they wouldn't.

One night, after sex, you guys lay there in bed.

You laid between the two men, Val has his back to you on one side, and Vox was laying on his back on the other.

You just lay there, thinking.

Val broke your heart just a few moments ago and it hurt you more than you thought.

It wasn't an out of the blue thing, it wouldn't even bat an eyelash if every party felt it was nothing but sexual.

But it still hurt.

Once you all finished, there was a moment where you and Val looked into each others eyes.

You were hoping that he'd feel some sort of connection between you two, that there was something more than sex there.

But that wasn't the case. He just turned his back to you, not even saying a word other than 'night'.

You didn't expect it to hit you that hard, but as you laid there, your eyes held heartbreak and loneliness, like you would do anything for someone to hold you and love you.

You feel tears in your empty eyes and struggle not to cry.

"Hey.."

You hear Vox, breaking your train of thought. You turn to him and a tear drips down your cheek.

This causes his expression to change, turning towards you with a slightly worried gaze.

"Hey, what's wrong? You alright?"

You immediately wipe your tears away and laugh.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Guess the sex was that good, eh?"

Vox wasn't buying it.

He got on top of you and pinned you to the bed, his expression a stern one.

"Don't give me that bullshit. You're not okay. What's going on? Tell me."

There was no sweeping this under the rug. No forgetting it. He needed to know.

You can start feeling tears building up again and you say, "you promise not to laugh?"

"I won't laugh. Just tell me."

As you talked, tears started to well up and drip down your face as you spoke normally.

"Well, we fuck all the time, and it's great. But I always wanted something...more..you know? But you guys are so big and important, I don't even feel like I deserve to be here right now. I know it's stupid to expect anything like that from you guys. I mean, besides, who in their right mind would ever care about me, or even love me, right?"

You fake laughed as you said that last sentence, but he felt that pain like a plate of glass shattering in his heart and soul.

Oh, that hit home.

He knew exactly how you felt.

He may have been an overlord, but even he felt impostor's syndrome over it.

He'd never show it, but deep down, he felt like he didn't deserve to be as powerful as he was, to have everything he has.

That's why he made an agreement with Velvette and Valentino and formed the Vees, so he could feel important, like he was a part of something.

Everything seemed fine, but he felt so scared..

He felt it was just a matter of time until everything fell apart.

He knew neither of them would be there for him when things went bad. They wouldn't care about him, not one bit.

There was even one small, tiny shimmer of hope that he and Val could be something more, that there would be at least one person who genuinely cared, but he knew it'd never happen.

So hearing you say the words he was thinking and seeing the same look in your eyes was like looking into a mirror.

He gently cupped your cheeks and looked at you softly and only said two words.

"I would."

Before you could properly register what he just said, he leaned in and kissed you on the lips.

You were confused, but then you notice how he was kissing you.

This wasn't a lust-filled, makeout session to get you guys aroused and ready to go.

This was soft, tender, comforting. Like a warm blanket wrapped around you on a cold winter's night.

Then you realized what he said.

He would care for you and love you, not just that...he did.

You feel a few tears drip down your cheek as you closed your eyes and kissed him back.

You wrap your arms around Vox as the kiss continued. Your heart swelled and you could feel your body heat up once more.

Same went with Vox. As he shifted the kiss down to your neck and collarbone, he could feel himself getting hard again.

Everything felt so good, but this was much deeper, much more intense.

It wasn't too long until Vox slid himself inside you and started to thrust.

You moan as he lovingly thrust deep into you.

This wasn't him being quick just to get off; this was slow, no rush whatsoever.

It was like time had stopped just for you two to savor this moment.

The sound of Vox's soft groans and moans in your ear as he thrusted into you made your body heat up even more.

If you guys were louder, you probably would've woken Val up, but he was deep asleep, not hearing a thing.

Hell, he wouldnt care anyway, just thinking you two couldn't wait for him and decided to go together. No big deal.

Vox made sure to hit that deep spot in you, not chasing his own desires and instead trying to get you to cum as many times possible before he did.

But after a few hours (it felt like a few minutes with you two), you both could feel your climaxes building up, ready to explode.

Soon, Vox's thrusts became faster and slower, wanting to cum so badly but wanted you to cum first.

Luckily, he didn't have to wait long.

Through the moans and the pants, it wasn't long until he hit that spot one final time and made you see stars.

As you came, Vox did something that you never expected.

He came inside you.

As you both came, he kept himself inside and let his cum fill you up.

Him and Val never did that before. They'd always pull out and let their cum land on your body and face while you came on nothing.

But this? This was a clear message to you, a declaration of love, he was wordlessly saying 'this is how much you mean to me. This is for you and only you. This is how much I love you.'

A tear escaped your eye at that realization.

Soon, you both lost your highs and collapsed on each other, Vox sliding to lay on his side, facing you.

He pulled you close and held you, like if he let go, you'd disappear and this moment wouldn't have ever happened.

You held him, your arms wrapping around him and your head resting on his chest.

You could hear his circuits buzzing, his heart beating. That was all for you.

The joy you felt was indescribable.

"I love you." You let those words fall out of your mouth without any hesitation.

You started to drift off, but you kept yourself awake to hear his response.

He gently rubbed your back and said softly, "I love you too.."

With that, you could finally doze off, knowing someone genuinely loved you as much as you loved them.

Vox fell asleep knowing that no matter what happened, even if he lost everything, he'd still have you, and he'd be okay.

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[notsoattractivearenti]

You’re Safe With Me (Mason Mount x Reader)

WC: 1.6K

Warning/Tags: toxic mother-child relationship, emotional abuse, verbal abuse, cursing, angst, protective!bf

A/N: i really didn’t feel good today, so had to channel my negative emotions into the healthiest way possible (aka writing). this one's really angsty, tho dw it has a happy ending. hope you guys enjoy and i’d love to hear your thoughts thru ask/reply/reblog 💗 apologies for any errors! feedbacks are highly appreciated 🤍 (ps: if you want to be added in my taglist just lmk!)

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Even though you are an adult with a good job and stable income, you still live under the same roof as your mum. She is a single mother, and as her only child and family, you didn’t have the heart to leave her on her own. You care so much for your mother, yet she has never exactly been kind to you since you were little. She never physically hurt you, no, but her words have never failed to leave scars inside your heart. And by living with her, that means you constantly have to face her spiteful words and feeling helpless.

You met your boyfriend, Mason through a mutual friend 6 months ago. Knowing how famous he is, at first you thought he would never be interested in a nobody like you, but you were glad you were wrong. You and him clicked right away, and a month later, you both decided to be in a committed relationship.

You have never felt so truly loved before Mason came into your life. Constantly got brought down by your own mother, you always thought you don’t deserve love even from yourself. But Mason shows you that you deserve everything good in the world, and he helps you gain your self-esteem and change your negative view of yourself. He sees through you, loving you for everything you are, and makes you believe unconditional love is not just a myth.

Mason asked you to move in with him to Manchester last week, and after having long talks through the phone for days, you decided to accept it. It might sound fast, but you were really certain it’s the best decision and truly excited to live with the love of your life. But the hardest thing to do is to tell your mum you’re going to move in with your boyfriend, which means you have to relocate to another city. You have always wanted to live on your own, and though you feel guilty, you finally think it’s time to live the life you’ve dreamt of even if it also means you have to leave your mum.

Today, you finally have the courage to tell your mum you’re moving out soon. And of course, she doesn’t respond well.

“I didn’t raise you to be a selfish brat like you are today!” She yells at you.

“Excuse me? Selfish brat you say? How am I fucking selfish, Mum???” You can’t comprehend being called so by her.

“The way you want to move away and leave me to, and I quote, ‘living my life the way it should have been’, doesn’t that sound selfish to you? Stop thinking about yourself, Y/N! The fucking world doesn’t revolve around you!” She continues yelling.

“I have dedicated my life for you, Mum. I have basically lived to ‘serve’ you. I respected you, tolerated your actions no matter how badly those might affect me, I cared for you…” Your voice starts to break, “...because I love you. But I’m sorry, I’m not a superhuman and I have my limits...”

“Bullshit!” She denies. “You ‘serve’ me no shit. I gave up my exciting, beautiful life to raise a child who turned out to be an ungrateful person. If you really love me, you will not leave me. Let alone to live with some guy.”

“He is not just some guy, Mason is a guy who loves me. And genuinely cares about me. He makes me happy and helps me realise that I deserve so much better, Mum!”

“I deserve so much better!” She shouts even louder while aggressively pointing at herself. “And please, you just want his fucking money and fame. Why would a guy like him fall in love with a self-absorbed wretch like you?”

Her words, as always, instantly break your heart into a million pieces. You love her dearly, but you aren’t sure if she loves you too, though you know one thing for sure: in her eyes, you will always be on the wrong side.

“I…” You are completely shocked by your mother’s response and at that moment, you can no longer hold back your tears. You run back into your room, lock the door and cry your heart out.

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After calming yourself down for a little while, you grab your phone to video call your boyfriend. You really need someone to talk to, and he is the one who can easily comfort you.

“Hey, baby!” Mason picks up the phone, he looks excited to see you.

“Hey…” You whimper, your eyes are still red but you try to conceal your sadness.

He immediately becomes very concerned. “Y/N… What’s wrong?”

“Nothing…” You shake your head weakly. “Just had another fight with my mum…”

“Fuck.” He instantly knows your mum doesn’t take the news well. “Please, whatever it was, don’t listen to anything she said about you. You are not whatever she said you are.”

“I feel like I am… She is right, I’m a selfish brat for leaving her.” I start crying

He is heartbroken to see how much your mum has wounded you deeply. He would do everything he can to help you look at yourself beyond your mum’s hurtful words – because he knows how unpleasant your mother is and that you are nothing like your mum would say.

“Stop it Y/N! You are not selfish to think about yourself! You truly matter, baby. Your feelings are valid. She has treated you like shit all your life, even God knows you deserve to live a better life away from her.” He assures you.

You can’t seem to say anything, you just really feel like shit.

Worried about your wellbeing, Mason takes an impulsive but necessary decision at the moment for your sake. He doesn't want you to suffer any longer; he just has to get you out of there as soon as possible.

“Y/N, go pack your things. I’m going to book a flight right now and pick you up. It’s time to leave… I’ll be there in no time.”

You actually have packed most of your belongings days ago, so you let him know you’re practically good to go.

“Good. See you soon, my love.” He hangs up the phone.

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Hours later, Mason informs you with a text that he is coming to your house. Once you hear Mason’s car pulling over, you say goodbye to your room then bring your belongings downstairs. You want to leave without saying goodbye to your mum because you don’t want to hear her saying whatever she is going to say. You open the door quietly and Mason is about to help you when you see your mum catch you before you even leave the house.

“Hey! Where the fuck do you think you’re going!?” Your mum runs toward you and tries to harshly grab your arm but Mason denies her.

“Stay away from Y/N.” He says as he points at her. He then tells you to leave your belongings and get into the car immediately – you follow his direction right away.

“Who the fuck do you think you are!?”

“I’m someone who will love Y/N and protect them. Because their mother obviously can’t do her one fucking job.” He calls her out.

“Fuck you!” She fumes. “They’re my child, I fucking raised them, I have the right to know everything about them and do whatever I want to them!”

“They’re a fucking adult who gets to do whatever they want, including leaving a horrible mother like you. You have no right to control them. The only person who gets to control their life is themselves.” He defends you.

“I beg to differ.” She scoffs. “You’re just a little kid talking nonsense.”

“Listen to me, Y/M/N.” He speaks so intensely to your mum. “From now on, you are out of their life. They are going to live the life they deserve. You are no longer allowed to interfere with their life in any fucking way or any circumstances.”

“Oh please, you can try to keep us apart however you want but they’re going to need their mother, arsehole.” She replies as she sneers at him.

“Y/N has my mum who loves them as her own child. They will never need you, Y/M/N. And sooner or later, you’re going to realise what a good child they’ve always been, how much your life depended on them, and what a horrible mother you have always been.”

Before your mum gets to say anything else, Mason walks out of the house with your belongings in his hands, slams the door on her face and gets into the car. You see how visibly angry he is the moment he gets out of your mum’s house, though you know he is angry for you. You haven’t stopped tearing up ever since before Mason came to pick you up, but the tears are falling down on your face even more now – but this time, those are the tears of freedom, the tears of joy. The second Mason got out of the house, you know you’re finally safe. Him and his family are your safe haven now and you can’t wait to finally be around people who are genuinely supportive of you. Most importantly: you are safe without your mother, the one person you love so much but couldn’t even appreciate even the littlest thing about her one and only child.

As Mason gets into the driver’s seat and starts the car, he notices you are crying. 

“Hey, hey, you’re all good now, baby.” He reaches an arm out and rubs your shoulder, then wipes away your tears with his fingers. “You’re going to be okay.”

You nod your head and hold his hand.

“Thank you, Mase.”

“Don’t mention it, my love.” He continues rubbing your shoulder to comfort you. “As long as I’m living, you’re safe with me.”

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[justthatwwegirl]

(Idk, I'm always making imagines inspired by Laufey songs)

From The Start

(Grayson Waller x Female Reader)

Summary: Y/N finally tells Grayson about her feelings for him and it goes in a way she didn't expect.

(Warnings: Shitty summary and kinda rushed ending, two idiots in love, some cursing, Liv and Austin being icons.)

Y/N sat on one of the crates, opening her water bottle as she had just finished her match.

Her and Dakota faced against eachother, Y/N coming out on top.

Just right as she was still drinking her water, there came the face she had wanted to see, the person who made her smile and blush till she felt like a high school girl with a crush.

"Y/N/N! Congrats on your match." Grayson had said, walking up to her with some food from catering and a vending machine before giving her a hug that she returned back.

"Thank you." Y/N said quietly. She ate the food very eagerly due to her hunger. Not eating before the show or during.

Her and Grayson had been good friends since their NXT days, Y/N falling for the Australian ever since they met and falling even more in love every day after.

The two had grown very close and cared for each other dearly.

Grayson was more outgoing and very much an extrovert. Y/N liked to keep to herself, didn't like going out and was more of an introvert.

"Hey, do you wanna order takeout when we get back to the hotel?" Grayson asked in his Australian accent, making Y/N go weak.

"Um, sure why not." Y/N said, keeping a cool composure.

Grayson smiled at her, making Y/N smiled back automatically, blushing just a little (or a lot).

Grayson had sat next to her, leaning to rest his head on her shoulder.

Y/N smiled and then leaned her head on his.

Just very friendly things...

"I like your gear." Y/N said making Grayson look down at his gear with a smile.

"T-thank you!" Grayson said in a stuttering mess, making Y/N concerned.

"You okay, Gray?" Y/N asked, using his nickname.

Before Grayson could answer, a familiar voice interrupted.

"Y/N!" Liv had said giving Y/N a big hug that Y/N returned.

"I saw your match and you did absolutely amazing!" Liv said making Y/N jump off the crate and slightly nod.

Liv looked at Grayson and at Y/N before holding her hands up. "Looks like I interrupted some time between you and your boyfriend, sorry!" Liv apologized making Y/N rub her face and making Grayson start smiling.

"I'll see you later, Grayson." Y/N said, looking like a red tomato and waved bye.

Grayson frowned a little but ultimately said bye as well.

"Okay, I didn't even do anything wrong, I said the truth." Liv said and Y/N crossed her arms.

"We're not dating! And as much as I would like that, you know he doesn't feel the same way." Y/N said and Liv looked at her confused.

"Y/N, you can't be serious right now." Liv said and Y/N shrugged her shoulders.

"I am. He doesn't like me back and that's fine. I don't wanna ruin years worth of friendship just because I have a crush on him." Y/N said with a frown.

"Girl. You do realize he feels the same right?" Liv asked, making Y/N shake her head.

"I can give you multiple reasons on why I think so!" Liv said before going on a rant making Y/N listen.

Even though Y/N acted like she wasn't interested. Deep deep down, she hoped Liv's reason were true.

"I hope you know that you talk about this man NONSTOP. Pretty much half of our messages is you talking about how much you love him and want him. Well, I'm here to tell you why you should shoot your shot BECAUSE HE LIKES YOU BACK!" Liv said in a frustrated tone making Y/N jump just a little.

"1, when me and Naomi are on the topic of you guys," "Wait you guys talk about us?" "Not important, anyways." Liv continues. "We both notice how much he listens to you when you talk. Not like how a normal guy listens like this man is INVESTED and he always looks at you with those fucking heart eyes." Liv says making Y/N confused.

"Number 2, who got you matching bracelets for your birthday, AND took you to the mall to go on a shopping spree, not minding how much money you spent?" Liv asked making Y/N look down.

"Gray." Y/N whispered. Liv smiled a she proved even more of her point.

"And who gave you matching bracelets in NXT which you are still wearing today?" Liv asked another question making Y/N scoff.

"Gray." Y/N answered once again, showing her wrist that showed the bracelet.

"You can stop this rant-" "I am not done until you say you will tell him." Liv stated making Y/N groan.

"He gets you food almost every day, he literally carried you everywhere when you injured your leg even though you had crunches, even Triple H thought you guys were dating, and then, this man lets you hold his man just because you're nervous-" "Fine, fine! I'll tell him." Y/N said in defeat making Liv jump and down in excitement.

"Yes! Oh my gosh, FINALLY!" Liv says jumping and down, clapping her hands.

"Alright, Liv, chill." Y/N says while Liv takes some breathes before finally calming down.

"It's that obvious?" Y/N asks, looking at Liv.

"Yes. It is that obvious. He even talks to Austin so much about you to the point where Austin calls you Grayson's girlfriend." Liv says making Y/N blush a little and smile.

"And according to Austin, Grayson doesn't correct him." Y/N looks up at Liv.

"Gosh, if you keep telling me this, I'll die of being too flustered." Y/N said before covering her face as she was blushing and smiling too hard.

"When you're not around, the man complains to Austin 24/7 about how much he missed you."

"STOP-"

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"You still have that?" Y/N pointed to the little wristband that she made for Grayson years ago.

"Yeah, I wear it everyday and pretty much everywhere." Grayson said, holding the door open for Y/N as they walked into the hotel.

"You didn't notice?" Grayson asked making Y/N shake her head.

"No, I thought you had lost it." Y/N said as they got to the counter, booking their room.

"Imagine if they give us the honeymoon room again." Grayson says, making Y/N let out a laugh.

"That was something." Y/N said, shaking her head in a smile as they went toward the elevator.

They entered the elevator, continuing their conversation.

She always made eye contact with him during conversations even though it made her super nervous. But she loved the way they looked and always smiled at least once during every conversation they had.

She always took his features into deep thought.

Just as they were talking, Y/N had remembered what she promised Liv and immediately groaned, rubbing her face.

"Y/N/N, you okay?" Grayson asked, putting his hand on her shoulder make her relax.

"Um yeah, but I kind of wanted to talk to you about something." Y/N said, facing her fears.

"What is it-" A loud sound had interrupted him, making Y/N and Grayson.

"What just happened?!" Y/N asked in a loud tone, looking around.

"Did the elevator get stuck?!" Grayson asked, also looking around.

"Are you fucking kidding me right now." Y/N said stressed, making her grab Grayson's hand.

Grayson held her hand, squeezing it and making them look at each other.

"It's going to be okay, they'll fix it." Grayson said, trying to calm her down even though he was terrible at it.

"You're right." Y/N said before taking some deep breathes but never letting go of his hand.

The two stood in silence. Still holding one another's hand.

Until Grayson broke the silence.

"What were you going to tell me?" He asked, squeezing her hand again as she looked at him.

"I'm going to try and tell you in the best way I can but you make me super nervous and I just-" Y/N paused.

"I just what?" Grayson asked quietly.

"I like you, more than a friend should." Y/N quickly blurted out.

"I've liked you from the start and the feeling has gotten stronger ever since and I understand if you don't feel the same or if you just wanna be friends I'm really sorry-" While Y/N rushed, before she could finish, she felt those soft lips she had always wanted to kiss against hers.

Y/N kissed him back immediately. Not wanting the moment to end ever.

Until Grayson had to pull away.

"Well, if that doesn't tell you that I feel the same way, I don't know what will." Grayson said in his accent that kept making her go weak.

"I'm still a little... shocked that you feel the same, didn't even realize." Y/N said.

"I thought I was being obvious, I kept dropping hints!" Grayson said making Y/N scrunch her eyebrows in confusion.

"I talk about you so much where Austin has to deal with it everyday. He calls you my girlfriend cause I always talk about you!" Grayson said.

'Well, Liv did tell me that.' Y/N thought.

"Everytime we were away, I always fell asleep on the phone with you and every time I see you, I feel like eyes turn into hearts." Grayson continues making Y/N blush.

"I tried giving you hints but I was too damn awkward." Y/N defended herself.

"You know how shy I am, Gray" Y/N says making Grayson smile and nod.

"I do, and every single time you opened up to me or revealed something about yourself, it gave me more reasons on why I love you." Y/N blushed even more at his statement before giving him a look.

"How long have you felt this way?" Y/N asked him.

"Since we met-" "I could have told you this whole time?!" Y/N shouted.

Grayson laughed and nodded before hugging Y/N.

She hugged back and looked up at him. He looked down at her with their eyes locking and leaned in.

He kissed her with such passion that it made her melt as she kissed him back.

She held onto him as the two continued to kiss but both of them didn't hear anything as they felt like they were in a different world when with one another.

And especially didn't hear the elevator door opening.

"OH MY GOSH!" Liv shouted, making Grayson and Y/N pull away, looking to see Liv and Austin standing next to each other.

"YOU OWE ME 50 BUCKS THEORY!" Liv shouted once again and Austin groaned.

"You guys couldn't have waited one more week?" Austin asked as he pulled a 50 dollar bill from his wallet, giving it to Liv as she danced in a celebration.

"I mean if it wasn't for Liv, I still would be dreaming my fantasies with him away." Y/N said making Grayson start blushing.

Grayson and Y/N stepped out of the elevator while Liv and Austin got in. Everyone said goodbye to eachother while the elevator closed and once again, Y/N and Grayson were alone again.

"Does this make us a couple?" Grayson asked and Y/N nodded her head.

"I hope so. I want to be your girlfriend." Y/N said with another smile as she kissed Grayson again.

"And I want to be your boyfriend." Grayson said, kissing her back while she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Then, we're together, Gray." She whispered and leaned in for another kiss which Grayson immediately obliged too.

The End ♡

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[shadowwing15]

I’ll always be there to save you

Knight Tenya Iida x fem! wife reader 

TW: Mentioned alcohol drinking 

Summary: After several robberies in the Kingdom a  special Knight Guard was formed, Tenya Iida being one of the selected members. They protected the people from thieves day and night, putting an end to the robberies. At least that is what they thought…. 

Author's Note:

Hello my dear followers. I have written a little something in my free time, that I am just gonna drop here. I hope you have fun reading it.

~Shadow

It wasnˋt unusual in the Kingdom of Edal, that groups of thieves visited the town to rob the people of their money and possessions. At first they would play the nice traveler who was looking for a place to stay. Yet, as soon as the people went to sleep, they would go from house to house stealing the most expensive items and all the money they could find. By the time the people of the kingdom woke up again, the thieves were gone and with them all of their possessions. To prevent these types of robberies, the King created a special Knight Guard. The Knight Guard would go into town at night once unknown people would show up to stay. The knights would go on patrols with a partner and walk through the streets of town, day and night, until the strangers were gone again. 

(Y/N)’s husband, Tenya, was one of them. He came from a long line of knights, so it was no surprise that he began his training once he was old enough as well. He had served the King for a few years before he and (Y/N) got married and then he was selected to be a member of the special guard. Now he spends a lot more time at home with her during the day but would go out on patrol at night. Sure, (Y/N) was happy that he was home during the day, but some nights she missed him dearly and felt rather lonely. These feelings grew exponentially during the cold winter months which found her awake at night, worried that he was freezing outside and left her pondering if he was okay. Those nights started a new habit of her staying up to brew warm tea and run a hot bath for him, awaiting his return once his patrol was over. 

Those nights tended to include Tenya scolding (Y/N) for staying up into the early morning hours to wait for him. However, he was thankful to return to a hot bath, warm tea, and the loving embrace of his wife. Over the months, it became a routine he looked forward to once he returned home. This didn't change once spring started and then turned into the hot summer. By then, it was a rare occurrence that thieves visited the small town and the patrols got less and less frequent.  With fewer patrol shifts, Tenya was able to spend most of his days and nights with (Y/N). 

Since there had been no robberies in the past few weeks, the guards decided to take a day off and go out to the pub to have some drinks. There were a few travelers in town, but they hadn’t tried anything till that point so the guards felt it was safe enough that they could take a break for a day. 

Tenya had been hesitant at first as he didn’t want to leave (Y/N) alone. With her reassurance that she would be fine and that it would be beneficial for him to spend some time with his friends and colleagues, Tenya ended up agreeing to go out. (Y/N) knew that Tenya was in good hands so she decided to not wait up for him and go to sleep early. She assumed that by tomorrow he would be tired, since he probably would have to take care of his drunk colleagues. 

Once (Y/N) had finished up everything for the night, she took a bath and went to bed, falling asleep with ease. Noises from the kitchen startled her awake.. It was completely dark outside which (Y/N) knew meant that she had slept for a few hours at least. She had assumed that Tenya had come home and she nearly called out to him, before she heard shushed voices. 

That wasn't Tenya. 

She knew that something was wrong and she didn’t dare say a word even if she could find her voice. Instead, she stood up as quietly and carefully as possible and moved to the wardrobe that Tenya had insisted on buying for them. The wardrobe was rather big and after she had put all of their clothes into it, she could still comfortably hide behind her dresses. Whenever she had a bad day or an argument with Tenya, she would hide in there to calm down.

Now she was using it to hide away from the unknown intruders inside her home. She hoped Tenya would return soon, before they could find her. Tenya on the other hand was already on his way back, having a weird feeling in his stomach since he had left their shared home hours ago. Only now that his colleagues were rather tipsy could he manage to go home, telling them that he didn’t feel too good. He just hoped that the weird feeling was wrong and that everything, especially (Y/N), was alright. 

Once reached his home, he was ready to release the breath he didn't know he was holding until he found their front door ajar. He stopped for a moment, trying to hear anything that could be alarming. The town was quiet besides some muffled sounds coming out of his house, as if someone was searching for something, and hushed voices. As silent as possible, Tenya entered his house unsure of what to expect. In the kitchen, all the cupboards were opened and every single corner was left in chaos.

Tenya noticed that a few things were missing before he continued to look through the rooms. Each one was left in disarray and things were scattered on the ground. Above his head he could hear the thudding of footsteps, so he made his way to the stairway and slowly ascended them so as to not alert the intruders.  He knew that upstairs was only their bathroom and their bedroom. 

A cold feeling washed down Tenya’s back as he realized that (Y/N) was probably still asleep, unaware of the thieves in their house. He was still able to stay calm as he had not yet heard any screams from her. When he had reached the top, he saw that the unknown thieves had already searched through their bathroom, which meant they had to be in their bedroom. Something inside him snapped as he realized how much danger (Y/N) was in right now and without hesitation he ripped open the door to the bedroom. The sudden bang of the bedroom door startled the thieves and he  knocked out the one standing closest to him before grabbing the second one that had tried to escape through the window, knocking him out too. Tenya quickly scanned around the room. (Y/N) was nowhere to be seen so he called out her name. 

(Y/N) was still hiding in the closet when she heard footsteps and people entering the bedroom, talking to each other in hushed voices. Even through their low volume she could hear ‘how the Knight and his wife were out for the night and that they could easily take their stuff’. A quiet gasp left her as she realized that the two people outside of the wardrobe that stood in her bedroom were thieves. She curled more into herself at the realization, trying to make herself as small as possible in case they tried to search through the closet. That was when she heard how the door flung open followed by a groan of pain. She could hear the thuds of fast footsteps and another groan. After this, there was only silence, until a familiar voice called her name.

“(Y/N)?” 

It was Tenya. 

He was home. He was home and had saved her from the thieves. (Y/N) didn't realize that she had started to cry once she heard Tenya’s voice until a sob came over her lips and she blinked wet eyes. Tenya heard her sob and instantly knew where she was. Carefully, he opened the doors to the wardrobe pushing away some of (Y/N)’s dresses to find her curled up hiding behind them. 

“Oh, (Y/N), I am so glad that nothing has happened to you, my darling.” His voice was filled with relief at the sight of her.

Tenya immediately took her into his arms, carefully pulling her out of her hiding space, to sit down on their bed with her on his lap. (Y/N) immediately clung to him, the fear settling in only now that she knew what had been going on. Tenya didn’t say anything as he held her close to him while carding his fingers through her hair to comfort her. Once (Y/N) had calmed down a bit, her trembling ceasing, he softly spoke to her. 

“My love, I am so glad that you are alright and that I have arrived in time to save you from those thieves. I know that you must have been scared and I know that you won’t feel safe here for the rest of the night. I will take you to the pub, since they still have an open room and you can sleep peacefully while I take these two to the prison.”

He looked at the two knocked out thieves with disgust clear on his face as (Y/N) nodded, not ready to speak just yet. With her approval, Tenya stood up while still holding her in his arms, leaving the house and carrying her to the pub. Once there, he explained the situation to the owner. Immediately, he got the key to the room where he sat (Y/N) down on the bed and promised her to be back as fast as he could before he wrapped the blanket around her. 

He then left the pub to bring the two thieves to the prison guard. After that he went back to the pub, nearly running to get back to (Y/N). He knew that she probably was still out of it and that he needed to comfort her. 

Once he entered their room for the night, he saw that (Y/N) was still sitting on the bed with the blanket wrapped tightly around her still. She looked at him before she opened her arms to him for a hug. Tenya didn’t hesitate, immediately accepting her hug. After a few moments he laid down on the bed and pulled her on top of him to hold her close to him, giving her a feeling of safety and comfort. 

“Thank you, for saving me.”

(Y/N)’s voice was quiet and soft as she spoke, clearly tired, now that the adrenaline had left her body. Tenya just held her tighter, wrapping the blanket around the two of them, as he felt how (Y/N) slowly started to fall asleep. Her body relaxed on top of his as she drifted off. 

“No problem, my love. I’ll always be there to save you.”

With that he pressed a small kiss to her forehead, closing his eyes and drifting off into a peaceful sleep. 

#bnha tenya iida #tenya iida fluff #oneshot #tenya ida #iida tenya #bnha #bnha tenya #bnha x reader #knight iida #medival #tenya iida #x reader #tenya iida x reader #iida tenya x reader #iida x reader #iida fluff #tenya fluff #x reader fluff #iida tenya fluff #fluff #don't even ask me how quickly i wrote that.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Helping Hand 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of divorce, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Jonathan Pine, 40s reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

A week in and you’re… efficient. Rather, self-sufficient. You can’t say you’re confident but you are starting to figure it out.

The till isn’t so confounding and the customers not so intimidating. It’s easy enough to ask how their day is, if they found everything, and get the rung through. You’ve learned quickly if only to keep Giselle from rolling her eyes at you.

That day, you’re closing. Less than an hour now and you walk the floor, checking for any errant customers to remind them of the coming deadline. There aren’t many, a tall college student wandering through the history section and a couple of older men chatting over a stack of Stephen King classics.

You head down the rear all and feel the buzz in your pocket. You ignore it. Any calls you’re getting, you’re in no hurry to answer. You sigh and pass an aisle, movement twitching at the edge but you don’t bother looking over.

As you get to the next row, you hear your name. You turn back as you see the man’s head just over the top of the shelf before he turns down the same aisle. He must be the speck you ignored.

“Oh, hi,” you smile, wiping away your worries; you’re at work. “Jonathan, right?”

“You remember,” he preens, “I was hoping you’d be around.”

“You… were?” You hesitate. Your phone buzzes. A short jitter signaling a voicemail.

“Ah, yes, I was hoping for some advice,” he puts his hand on the slender wall of the shelf, “I am gift hunting and I can’t seem to pin down an idea. I thought most people love a book but I fear choosing something utterly boring.”

“Oh, well, uh, who are we buying for?” You wonder.

“She’s about your age, I think. So I thought…”

He’s married. Of course, why wouldn’t he be. You don’t know why that disappoints you. It shouldn’t. He’s only friendly and you’re a poor divorcee. Another buzz in your pocket.

“Well, you could get her a nice bookmark and maybe a cookbook?” You had loved your cookbooks. You miss them dearly.

“Mmm, she doesn’t do much cooking. More the type to order in or eat out,” he pulls his hand back and crosses one arm over his chest, bending the other to tap his chin.

“Does she sew? Or do any crafts?” You prod, searching for options. “Or maybe she likes fashion?”

“She does spend a lot on clothes,” he chuckles.

“Well, if you’d rather a novel, you really can’t go wrong with a thriller. They tend to be fast-paced and easy to read.”

He nods thoughtfully and drops his arms, pushing back his jacket as he slides his hands into his pants, “do you like them?”

“Like… what?”

“Thrillers? Perhaps you have a specific suggestion?”

“Ah, well, John Grisham. He’s always good,” you turn, “I’ll show you where they are.”

“Thank you. Always helpful, darling.”

You’re happy he can’t see your face. That last word makes your chest twinge. He’s so nice. It makes you sad to think you would never have one of those. A nice man. Your pants buzz again.

“Why don’t you have a look,” you present the books with a wave, “and I’ll be back to answer any questions you have. I just need to finish my walk through.”

“Certainly,” he agrees, reaching to trace a fingertip down the spine of a book.

You smile and rush away. You’re just going to turn your phone on silent and deal with it later. As you peek at the screen, you see the same name, over and over. What could he want?

You scroll through the onslaught of Andy’s messages. It’s just like living with him. It never stops. His last text is all caps; CALL ME.

You reply, ‘working for fifteen more minutes. Can’t.’

“You didn’t get too far,” Jonathan startles you and you quickly slide your phone away, “what do you think of this one?”

He holds up a copy of The Whistler. You nod, “it’s not bad. Main character is a woman, so probably a good choice for them.”

“Wonderful, and you suggested a bookmark?”

“Yes, er, over here,” you beckon him onward and take him to the swiveling rack of bookmarks, “these ones are especially nice, I think.”

You point to the thick leather bookmarks with the tassel strings attached and a few charms at the end. He leans in and examines the different colours. He clucks, “I really can be indecisive. If I recall,” he unhooks the same style you suggested, “she was preferable to pink.”

“Great,” you declare, “perfect gift.”

“Hope so,” he agrees, “I’m sorry, am I keeping you? You’re eager to be rid of me.”

“No, not at all, I didn’t mean to hurry you,” you assure him, “I’m sorry. It’s been a very long day and–”

“And you’ve been on your feet. You must be tired,” he suggests, but not in a sarcastic way. “I forget it is so late.”

“Really, it’s okay, I didn’t mean to come off as sharp.”

“Relax,” he taps his knuckles on the book, “you’ve been a wonderful help. Really. I’ll be sure to put your name on the survey.”

“Uh, thanks,” you swallow, “have a good night.”

“You as well,” he raises his handful and nods before striding off.

You groan, cringing as your chest threatens to cave in on itself. Why are you so awkward? You’re so bad at this job. Like everything else.

There’s a scratchy noise. It catches your ear and you swear, it sounds just like your name. Shit! You pull out your phone, the timer is ticking. You must have pocket-dialed. You bring the phone to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Hello!” Andy booms, “Christ. We have something important to talk about.”

“Right, I told you, I’m at work–”

“You called me. Don’t waste my time. My mother’s birthday–”

“Andy, we’re not married anymore.”

“I know that. She asked me to tell you she wants you at her party. She always liked you. For whatever reason.”

You don’t take the bait. You don’t have to please him anymore. He filed for divorce, he made that choice.

“I’ll check my schedule–”

“Who were you talking to?” He interrupts.

“A customer,” you keep your voice down, “speaking of, I need to get back–”

“You were real nice to him, weren’t you?”

“Good night, Andy.”

You hang up. You don’t know how he’s still paranoid when you’re not even together. Jackass.

#jonathan pine #dark jonathan pine #dark!jonathan pine #jonathan pine x reader #drabble #au #series #bookstore au #the night manager #helping hand

[satanic-witchcraft]

Wow, there's been.. A lot going on huh?

Hello my loves! I just wanted to come back around for just a moment, chat a little bit about what's happening with the Welcome-home Fandom! (and partially about why I've been gone longer than originally planned)

I might not explain all of this the best, I apologize in advance for that

In all honesty... This is an incredibly unfortunate rough-patch. The p3dophiles, the r34 art not getting tagged correctly, and quite a bit more.

It makes me very upset that such a wonderful Fandom has people that were in it.. that seem to be really dragging things down for everyone else. It all makes me feel very drained, unsafe, uncomfortable, and not really inspired to make content anymore currently. Many of my fellow mutuals are also taking a break from welcomehome, because of these circumstances.

And I try to separate those people causing trouble from the Welcome-home Fandom in general, and syntheticcharmva had mentioned about on their Twitter, because of course one's wrong doing should not reflect the ENTIRE Fandom... At least in my opinion. However there has been a lot of continuous unfortunate events that have taken place, making this all very... Messy and feel very unsafe. (hope that makes some sense and comes across correctly)

I deal with mental health issues as I've mentioned previously, which is why I decided to take a break in the first place due to the severity... But the current issues the Fandom seems to be facing, are not making me feel excited at all to get back into working again. To put in simple terms, it's putting me down even further and It's putting others down as well.

Do I plan on returning and doing more wally audios, and more, at some point?? Yes absolutely! And I have a lot of content on my Welcome-home au that's in the workshop, and looking at all the lovely requests you guys make, makes me very happy!

But now with what's happening with the Fandom and the trouble makers, (setting my own original reason for taking a break aside) Makes me very nervous to return. And my break might string on longer than I thought because of this... since my original reason for taking a break from tumblr... Is now not my only reason. If... That makes any sense at all.

All this to say... I do miss you all dearly, but I'm going to stay very quiet for a while until two things happen,

1. The Fandom cleans out from all that's happened/happening

2. My mental health is in a good enough state for me to continue

Is the entire welcome Fandom bad? Hell no, that's not at all what I'm trying to say at all! A lot of people in the Fandom are just trying to have fun, and they're amazing people! But there are people making things very uncomfortable (especially for minors, such as myself) and very messy. I don't know this all is.. A bit hard to describe and talk about so I apologize if I explain things improperly, or in a confusing way.

All on all... Things aren't great, and I'm going to stay away from posting for a bit longer until things improve for myself and for the Welcome-home community. I still do consider myself part of the Fandom and will show all the love and support I can, I just won't be posting for a bit longer, as I've been doing.

I am so so greatful for your guys support, kindness, and kind words I very much am <3 and I will return... But with everything going on I need more time as I no longer feel very safe or comfortable currently.

I hope you are all well and staying on the brighter side of things 💕💕💕 I dearly hope that things get... Better. Not perfect of course, (because no Fandom is) but.. better! Again thank you for the support and all of the encouragement, kind words, you peeps make me smile a lot! So thank you 💕

I cannot wait to see you all again, hopefully soon... Hopefully <3 Much love my Darlings

#welcome home #welcome home fandom

[ctitan98official]

Alcina finds out Y/N is an age regressor fic

This was a wonderful paid commission request by @tomboyab and they were kind enough to share! This one is about about Alcina finding out that Y/N age regresses. She supports them and even builds them a nursery. Let’s get into it!

Alcina is a woman of great elegance and poise. She is most certainly feared by many, but loved dearly by you and the girls.

One day, while cleaning up in your shared bedroom, she stumbled upon a stray pacifier lying on the floor. At first, she was confused and wondered where such an object could have come from. However, as she continued to clean up, she found more unusual items: diapers, bottles, and stuffed animals were scattered and hidden throughout the room. She was shocked, but remained calm and decided to just  ask you what you knew about it. 

When you returned to the room, Alcina gently sat you down on the side of the bed. She sort of had an idea of what might be going on, but she hated to make assumptions. She just wanted to hear what you needed to tell her. “Darling, can you explain this to me?” She asked, holding up the pacifier she had found.

You cleared your throat in discomfort. “Alcina, I have to tell you something,” You said nervously as you sat down on the bed. “I know you found some things in the room, and I need to explain.” You took a deep breath before continuing, “I… I kind of… Age regress…” You say. “It’s a way for me to cope with stress and anxiety. Sometimes I just need to escape from the real world and be little for a while.”

You looked down, feeling ashamed as you added, “But… I’m scared to tell people about it. I’ve been rejected before and it just makes me feel like I’m doing something wrong.”

You paused, waiting for Alcina’s response. When she didn’t immediately say anything, you continued, “I know it might seem weird, but it’s just a part of who I am. And I hope you can accept that.”

You looked up at her, searching for any sign of judgment. But instead, you saw understanding and compassion in her eyes. “Draga, I want you to know that I accept you for who you are, no matter what,” She said firmly. “You don’t have to be afraid of sharing this part of yourself with me. In fact, I want you to feel comfortable expressing yourself in any way you need to.” She held out her arms to you.

You felt a weight lift off your shoulders as you leaned into her embrace, feeling safe and loved. Alcina’s acceptance and understanding made you feel like you could finally be yourself without fear of being ridiculed.

Alcina had seen how stressed and anxious you could get, and it made her heart ache to see you suffer. The fact that people have made you feel bad about your age regression in the past makes her angry. She only wants the best for you. “Draga, I’m so proud of you for sharing this with me,” She said softly, taking your hand in hers and kissing your head. “If you need someone to take care of you, to be your mommy, I’m willing to do that for you.” She told you. It… Actually really touched her to learn this about you. She had always been a maternal person and this might be a good way for her to express herself too.

You looked up at her, surprised by her offer. “You… You would do that for me?” You ask, completely awestruck by her words.

“Of course, my darling,” She said with a smile. “I want you to feel safe and loved, and if being little is a way for you to do that, then I’m more than happy to help.”

Your eyes welled up with tears. This is all you had ever wanted.

Alcina chuckled sadly. “Aww, it’s okay, my darling. Mommy loves you.” She told you and kissed your cheek.

——————————————————————————

Over the next few days, Alcina showed you just how serious she was about being your mommy.

At first, you felt a little self-conscious about the whole thing. You had never had anyone care for you like this before, and it felt strange to be so vulnerable. 

But Alcina was patient and gentle, helping you feel more comfortable with each passing day.

You really took a leap of faith when you let her change your diaper for the first time.

“Alright, draga,” Alcina said as she laid you down on the changing table, “Mommy’s going to change your diaper now.”

You looked up at her with wide eyes, feeling a little nervous. You had never had anyone change your diaper before, but Alcina’s reassuring smile made you feel more at ease.

“I’ve got you, baby,” She said with sincerity.

You trust her, so you give her a little nod, signaling that she can continue.

Alcina actually chokes up a bit at how much you demonstrate your love for her. It means so much that you allow her to see you like this and it’s an honor. She unsnapped the onesie you were wearing and gently lifted your legs, sliding the wet diaper out from underneath you. 

You couldn’t help but squirm a little as the cool air hit your sensitive skin.

Alcina chuckled softly. “It’s okay, draga. Mommy’s almost done,” She said as she wiped you clean with a warm wipe.

You watched as she expertly fastened the fresh diaper around your waist, making sure it was snug but not too tight. She pulled your onesie back down and snapped it closed.

“All done!” She said with a smile, lifting you up and cradling you against her chest. “How does that feel, baby?”

You blushed a little, feeling a mix of embarrassment and comfort from the whole experience. “Good, mommy,” You said softly, snuggling into Alcina’s embrace.

Alcina smiled down at you. She felt a sense of pride at being able to care for you in this way. “I’m so glad, draga. Mommy will always be here to take care of you,” She said as she held you close.

Alcina also had a big surprise in the works for you. She had been building you a nursery in one of the castle’s unused rooms, decorating it with stuffed animals and brightly colored toys. She bought you multiple pacifiers and a sippy cup to use when you were little. 

She carried you in to see the progress she was making on the nursery about halfway into the process. “What do you think, draga?” She asked and cradled you close, talking to you gently.

Your eyes widened adorably as you looked at everything. You giggled and cooed happily, too little to verbalize but clearly excited.

Alcina chuckled. “I’m so glad you like it, my love,” She said.

A stuffed bear immediately caught your attention and you reached out for it.

Alcina gasped playfully at you. “Do you want this, baby?” She asked and bent down to pick it up and offer it to you.

You squeal and take the bear, chewing on its ear.

“Well, it seems we have a new favorite toy,” Alcina remarked and grinned as she ran her fingers through your hair. She can’t believe you’re all hers to love. You’re so precious. 

She sat down on a nearby rocking chair and gently bounced you in her arms.

You soon yawned from her actions and Alcina patted your back. “You take a nice rest, draga. Mommy will feed you when you wake up,” She promised and kissed your cheek.

Your eyes fluttered closed and your breathing began to even out.

Alcina hummed softly and her voice lulled you to sleep.

Alcina loved to feed you. She learned a lot of recipes so that she could make her own baby food for you. It’s just another way for her to nurture you.

Early on into this new arrangement, you couldn’t help but feel a little fussy as she fed you one day. The process was new to you and you were still adjusting to the idea of being taken care of in this way. You started to whine and wiggle, feeling a little overwhelmed by the experience.

Alcina immediately noticed your discomfort and paused in her task of spooning your food. She looked at you with concern in her eyes and gently placed a hand under your chin to try and soothe you.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, draga,” She cooed softly. “Mommy’s here, and she’s going to take good care of you.”

You looked up at her with watery eyes, feeling a little embarrassed about getting so worked up. 

But Alcina didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, she found it endearing. She is so proud that she can calm you. “It’s okay to be fussy, little one,” she said with a gentle smile. “You’re just getting used to everything. Mommy’s here to help you feel better.” She started to stroke your chin in a soothing motion, humming a soft melody to help calm you down. 

You gradually started to relax under her touch, feeling safe and loved in her arms.

As she finished feeding you, Alcina gave you a warm, affectionate smile. “All better now, draga?” she asked.

You giggle and nod your head at her. You’re so grateful for her love and attention.

Alcina quickly commissioned lots of clothes from Donna, always making sure to request items in your favorite colors and with characters you love.

You are becoming spoiled, but Alcina wouldn’t have it any other way. All she wants to do is take care of you and make you happy. In fact, she’s actually started spending less time at family meetings and conducting other business because she just feels a need to be close to you at all times now. You are her baby and she needs you just as much as you need her.

About a week after Alcina showed you the nursery for the first time, it is finally done. The walls are painted with soft but fun patterns and you feel so cherished.

You couldn’t believe that this was happening. Alcina had been so loving towards you. You had never felt so cared for and safe in your life.

As you looked around the nursery, you couldn’t help but feel a bit overwhelmed by everything. It was like a dream come true, and you couldn’t believe that Alcina had gone to so much trouble for you. The crib caught your attention, and you pointed at it.

“Let’s take a look, shall we, baby?” She asked. She set you down in front of it and you began running your hands over the soft blankets and pillows. 

It was much larger than any crib you had ever seen before, but it was the perfect size for you.

“Do you like it, draga?” She asked, reaching down and rubbing your hair.

You turned to her, feeling a bit shy. “Yeah, mommy,” You said softly.

She smiled at you, her eyes full of warmth and love. “I’m so glad you like it, my little one,” She said, and ran her fingers along your face.

You leaned into her touch, feeling a sense of calm wash over you. It was like everything was going to be okay now that you had Alcina by your side.

“Would you like to try it out?” Alcina asked, gesturing to the crib.

You felt a bit nervous, but you were also curious. It had been a long time since you had slept in a crib, and you wondered if it would feel as comforting as it had when you were younger.

Alcina picked you up and put you in, tucking you in with blankets and pillows. She gave you a pacifier to suck on, and you felt your stress and worries melt away as you relaxed into the softness of the crib. 

Just knowing that Alcina was with you made you feel so secure. You couldn’t even keep your eyes open if you tried.

Alcina sat beside the crib, watching you with a smile on her face. “Sleep well, my little one,” She said softly, and then she leaned down to kiss your forehead.

You dreamt of her, as you often did. It’s funny that even the dream version of her can bring you so much comfort.

Alcina is the best mommy you could have asked for. You love her so much.

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[niphredil-14]

hey um I saw requests were open and I really wanted to ask if you could do a yandere homicidal liu with a chill cannibal s/o. I'm sending all my love and positivity have a amazing day/night

Much love

~plushy anon

okok so first off, i am so so so sorry that this took me forever. I just strugged with coming up with an idea of what to actually write, and then a whole bunch of shit went down that helped to induce some writers block and mental health struggles, and so writing got put on the backburner for a while (RIP to my good boy, you are dearly missed and i hope youre getting all the good milkbones in the dog afterlife) so this is a little shoddy but i did my best. also plushy anon is such a cute tag i love it and i hope you don't mind the length and formatting!

Personally, I feel like Liu would be very reluctant to do anything to hurt or to scare you. He would if he absolutely had to, but I feel like he would try to just court you like a normal person would first. And if you need some more convincing after that, well then he would cross that bridge when he came to it. He would most likely just bump into you and if you got talking, that's when he would begin to form an attraction to you. I think that more than anything, Liu wants a normal life, even though his biggest chance for having one after growing up with a normal childhood were stolen by his brother. He wants a small house with his darling where they can try to lead somewhat normal lives and maybe have a family, if his partner is comfortable with it. If they don't want kids then i think he would talk them into getting at least two pets. He doesn't want to feel isolated or alone. He just wants to give love and to receive some love.

He would pursue you the same way any normal person would. A flirty talking stage, some dates, he's very chivalrous, and quite the gentleman when he wants to be. He would bring you flowers and hold doors open for you and pull out your chair, and take your jacket when you enter his home. Once the two of you were official, he would begin to stalk you, subtly of course. He just wants to ensure your safety (he's lost everyone he loves, after all!) and he also wants to know everything about you so that he can be the best lover that he can be.

I see Liu as being delusional, yet also very self aware. He is capable of understanding that what he's doing is wrong, yet he is also able to twist it in such a way that he convinces himself that he can continue. This is probably how he would find out about the cannibalism thing. As someone who knew and lived with several cannibals (mansion au is dear to my heart okay leave me alone) for a while, he would probably not be that thrown off. I don't think that he would really want to partake in the eating bit, but I can definitely see him asking some of his cannibal friends (most likely EJ, but maybe one of the others) about different ways to prepare a meal, and little tips and tricks.

Once he was fairly comfortable in the relationship, after the two of you were quite serious, and he truly trusted you. I feel like he would put all his cards on the table. He's probably one of the mildest yanderes when it comes to toxicity and/or abuse. He'd sooner kill himself than willingly hurt you, though even if you wanted to, I don't think you'd be able to leave, you will always find yourself coming back to him.

I feel like he would show his cards to you by prepping a meal for you. A meal of "your tastes" if you catch my drift. He would prep a separate meal for himself, but that would be his way of showing you that he accepts that part of you, and also letting you in on some of his more questionable behaviors (like stalking his partner??) overall, he would treat you the same way he would treat a non-cannibal darling, and would just think of your preferred tastes the same way as how some people do like chocolate and some don't, it's just a food preference. it doesn't matter much to him.

He would be so sweet throughout the whole relationship, and would very rarely have to manipulate you or be forceful, his nature just makes him very agreeable, and very few of his qualms would actually be with you. He might not be happy if you want to do something dangerous, and would insist of accompanying you, but that's about it. And if someone flirted with you, he would kill them. It wasn't your fault, and he can't blame you for being so perfect and attractive, it was your pursuer's fault.

Honestly, Yandere!Liu is just very clingy Liu. He just wants to be with you all the time c:

#creepypasta #homicidal liu #homicidal liu x reader #homicidal liu x you #homicidal liu x y/n #liu woods x reader #liu woods x you #liu woods x y/n

[quietly-by-myself]

A Wicked Work of Art - Chapter 8

Masterlist

CW: medical whump, trans whumpee, test subject whumpee, experiment whumpee, fantasy racism, dehumanization, fantasy whump, doctor carewhumper, carewhumper, suicidal whumpee, suicide attempt aftermath, overdose mention, suicidal ideation mention, discussion of noncon (not whump), violent/abusive relationships, brief mention of familial rejection around being trans

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Akakios found himself very tired after the doctor left. He didn’t know what to make of the doctor anymore. The medicine wasn’t going to work. Who was the doctor kidding? Nothing would ever change his life. He would never be allowed to attempt suicide again. He would never be free, seen as human again. So, what would medication change? 

Those were the thoughts plaguing him as he sunk into the sleeping world.

There was Asimi, waiting for him, tears in their eyes.

Guilt overwhelmed Akakios. He couldn’t meet Asimi’s eyes. He expected them to berate him, to tell him how awful and selfish and abhorrent he was. Instead, Asimi just ran to him and hugged him tightly.

“I thought I was going to lose you.” Asimi’s voice was shaking, afraid. “I’m so glad that I didn’t.”

After a long period of silence, Akakios finally found his words. “Why, Asimi? Why did you possess me?”

Asimi pushed Akakios back a bit and put their hands on his shoulders. “I knew you couldn’t take that first experiment, Aka. I just, I panicked. I wanted to save you from that. I forget how much weaker your body is than mine, even with my influence.”

Akakios looked away. “He really hurt me.”

“I never expected him to.”

“Why not?”

Asimi went quiet. “When you’ve been around long enough, Aka, people rarely catch you off guard, but that doesn’t mean that it never happens.”

Akakios considered Asimi for a while. “I really do love you, Asimi. You know… the way that we do.”

Asimi nodded. “I didn’t know that one could love a friend without romance before you, my dear Aka.”

Akakios felt something in his heart that was part longing and part guilt. What was wrong with him? How could he have forgotten how much Asimi meant to him? How much he meant to them?

They shared a dream - a world where the two of them could live in peace together, as something more than friends, but not as lovers or romantic partners. It felt like a pipe dream. That world could never be. However, did that mean that he had to give up hope? Give up on himself?

It all felt so small, his reasons for dying, now that he thought about them with Asimi there. After all, times could be hard, but he knew that they could get better. After all, he’d lived all those years pretending to be a woman. He’d put on a good show for his mother and father, who, though he loved dearly, would never accept this new him. They would never accept the man who never wanted to wed. 

And he’d survived Constantine. He’d actually survived. The worst, everything he’d feared - losing total control over his body - had happened and he’d fucking survived. He still didn’t have control, but he was still alive, wasn’t he? Even when he’d tried to take back control by ending his life.

Asimi smiled a little. “You’re so strong, my love. We can make it through this. The world we want will be ours, one way or another. But it will not be achieved through death. I am here forever. If you die, we will be apart forever.”

He’d hurt Asimi and they still had the strength to love him.

“I’m so sorry, Asimi.”

“You have nothing to be forgiven for, Aka, my love.”

Akakios found tears in his eyes and embraced Asimi again. Asimi held him, long in fast in their arms as Akakios cried all the tears he couldn’t in the world of the living.

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Vasiliki didn’t sleep when he returned home. Instead, he found himself at the phone, carefully considering the phone call he was about to make.

Did he really want to do what he was about to do?

Vasiliki picked up the phone and dialed the all-too familiar phone number. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually wanted to call someone for something that wasn’t directly work-related.

Was this technically work related? Maybe. But, he felt like a ship in the middle of a hurricane and found himself longing, for the first time ever, to speak to someone.

It was early enough that his friend would be awake, but not early enough that he would be at work.

“Hello, this is Stergios speaking?”

“Stergios, it’s Vasiliki.”

“Vasiliki?” The surprise in Stergios’ voice was painfully obvious. “What are you doing calling me?”

“Do you have to go to work soon? It’s kind of a long story.”

“No, I don’t work. It’s a Saturday.” The concern came next. It almost made Vasiliki flinch. “What’s up?”

“Well, something came up at work.” Vasiliki took a seat next to the receiver and pressed his nose bridge. “I got a new patient and I decided to keep him.”

The silence on the other end of the receiver was painful. “I don’t want to hear about your work unless it’s important. You know I don’t like the way you guys operate at the Facility.”

“I know, I know. That’s why I’m coming to you for advice.” Vasiliki groaned. “He attempted suicide last night. I had to stay up with him doing an observation. Kid cried himself to sleep. I just, I can’t deal with this shit anymore.”

“It reminds you of your early days, right?” Suddenly, the voice that had been hostile was caring and soft.

“Yeah, twenty fucking patients and no time to properly care for any of them. I just started having them all restrained after I lost those three that week. And again, this only happened because he was left unrestrained. I’d forgotten to give him his testosterone shot, ‘cause he’s trans, and found him OD’ing on a bottle of pills I’d forgotten about.”

“Well, then, why call me? I’m always happy to listen to you, Vasil. You know that. But you never call.”

“I know I’m doing something wrong by doing what I’m doing. I’m ashamed that it’s taken me a hundred fucking years and four suicides, only one of which I was able to save, to make me realize it, but fuck. I feel like shit.”

The other line was silent for a long time. Vasiliki knew his admission could easily get him fired, but he didn’t care. Stergios wouldn’t tell anyone. He was sure of it. After all, they’d known each other since they were kids. If Stergios was going to betray him, it would’ve been a long time ago.

“What… what changed?”

“Fucking Constantine. And,” Vasiliki found tears in his eyes as he continued speaking. It was the first time that the words he was about to utter had ever left his lips. “You know that boyfriend I had ten years ago? The one named Giannis?”

“Yeah, I remember him. He was a real shit head.”

“Yeah,” Vasiliki broke down crying, unable to hold back the sobs. “He raped me. It was only once and he broke up with me the next day. But, fuck.”

Vasiliki found himself unable to talk.

“It’s okay, Vasil. I believe you. That must’ve been awful.”

“It was. After that, well, I’m naive as shit, but I could only work with Constantine because he didn’t do that to his subjects. But he did that to this kid and then he attempted suicide and I tried to be the doctor, the scientist, but I just can’t anymore.”

Again, Vasiliki found himself unable to talk over the tears. The guilt - both of his own experience and of Aka’s experiences - overwhelmed him.

“How about I come over, Vasil? I want to be there for you. I don’t want you to be alone going through this.”

Vasiliki nodded, but realized that Stergios couldn’t see that through the phone, so he whimpered that he would be happy to have Stergios over, but that all his food was rotten. Stergios simply said he would bring something fresh for them to eat and hung up.

And so, Vasiliki sat in wait for his friend to arrive, bawling his eyes out like he never had before. At least, at least, someone was coming to see him. Somehow, for the first time, that thought made him feel better.

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[loveandfictionforall]

Hello! I hope that you are well and safe!

I wanted to request for Embry Call x Reader(Preferably female reader), maybe something like ghoul!Reader x Embry where she is new to forks, but once the pack is around her, she reeks of death and makes the rest of them uncomfortable, but Embry ends up imprinting on her and he loves her dearly. Angstbto the part where the pack fights about her being similar to the vampires, but she only eats the flesh of animals. Preferably, angst to fluff with Embry comforting her in the end.

If you like it, please be kind and reblog it! Thank you :)

I really really liked this idea! I am so sorry but it got so long and if you want I can make a part two? I don't know but does tumblr have a word cap or something like that? I just couldn't get to the point and yeah... Just write me if you want more of it... I tend to drag things out...

Being new in a town was difficult. Being new in a small town was even more difficult. But being new in a small town as a supernatural being, knowing that there are also supernatural beings, brought it to a whole new level. You always thought on your long life that you knew how to evade other creatures. Not all of them were kind and some had serious grudges and prejudices, even though they should be more open-minded since they are creatures humans think they do no exists.

You wished, you had known that in this small town named Forks were Vampires. They were not really that problem. You had a conversation with that doctor of them (I mean, how cool is that please?) and the air was cleared even though some of them looked at you like you were a gum to their shoes. Namely Edward. But that did not disturb you. You were here because you wanted some quiet few years, without the noise and pollution of a big city. Many animals to feed on and a humble job with nice human being.

Well, wrong. While you noticed the Vampires pretty soon because their smell was everywhere in that town, you did not notice the shapeshifters until it was too late. Well, at that time you thought, they were nice, after all they lived with Vampires beside them - their sworn enemies.

Yeah, scratch that.

The first time, they met you, it was a group of three teenage boys. In age just like you after you ate the first time human flesh and stopped aging. They did not know you and your species and thus eyed you were suspicous. A look which would follow you around. Everwhere you went, some of those kids were nearby. Soon you could smell them everywhere. Their smell resembled those of a wolf - one of your favorite hunts.

Because they did not know what you were, they did nothing but stare at you. Some had the courage to pass you, bumping into you or making you trip. Maybe it was a tactic to bully you out of town. But you had grown fond of it. Jessica and her mother were very kind towards you and showed you a good job offer you would have never seen. Chief Swan greeted you everytime you also ate at the dinner (because you still liked human food). You also helped in the hospital, bringing flowers, doing some small jobs like cleaning the rooms after a surgery because blood does not concern you.

It all changed when you had gone hunting that one day. After learning all their scents, you always did your best to avoid them when you got hunting. You could do at least a month without eating fresh meat and sometimes it is enough to go to the butcher and getting some meat there. But because of some serious stress at work and their bullying, you had grown really hungry since you had no time to hunt for over a month.

And because of that, you did not notice the scent as you tore into the deer at the ground. You noticed your mistake when you heard a growling behind you and when claws dug into your shoulder, the force pushing you away from the deer. With a paniced look you turned towards the shapeshifters. There were two. And after a quick sniff, you knew it were Paul and Seth. Paul stood before you, growling and ready to attack. Seth stood at the trees, his confusion big in his eyes and his indecision showing in his posture as he akwardly shuffled on his legs.

Seth was a nice one, talking with you and apologizing for his friends. He was very open-minded and kind. And so, you came up from your defensive form and you rose your hands just above your head.

"I do not mean any harm. I live from animals.", you began to speak. You tried to act calm but you knew the blood smeared around your mouth would not be very helpful. And you were right because Paul charged towards you and caught one of your arms. His teeth broke your skin and tore through your muscles. A cry flew out of your mouth as you tried to pull away as Paul began to shake his head, trying to sever your arm from your shoulder.

The pain made you see red, your heart quickening and your limbs shaking with withheld power. You had just fed and were strong enough to fight back but it woulkd just make it worse. But you nedded him TO GET OFF! And so you began to yank your arm back, pushing against Paul and ripping at his fur. It worked for a second and the tearing in your shoulder stopped. You could tear your arm out of his mouth, his fangs leaving a cleaving wound which got down towards your fingers as you tried to pull your arm back.

You stumbled back and landed an your behind while you looked at the wolves with terror. Before Paul could do anything, you stood up, turned and ran. The ground vibrated as you heard the paws of the wolves connecting to it. Normally you would not be as risky but you wanted to shake them off and because of that you broke out of the woods, right across the street while you hoped nobody would recognize you. Luckily there were just two moving cars and your speed was fast enough that they would not be able to see your face. Behind you, the growling and running stopped. You dared for a quick second to turn and look but you could not see anything but trees.

Healing took a long time, six weeks to be exact and you did not leave your house just once. Jessica and her mother were kind and brought you some food because you were so horribly ill that you could not go out. But now, you were completly healed and your first day at work was again. You feared what woud happen bu you had no choice but to act normal until you dound something else. Until then, you would have to make due.

Shrugging on your coat, you grabbed your keys and opened your door. Just to stop dead. Before you were Embry, Seth and Sam.

"Fuck.", was all you said as you looked each of them into the eyes. You never truly met Embry and Sam. So how did you know which ones they were? Because they were the only ones left who did not stare you to death all those months. And when you connected your eyes with Embry, you just knew something must have happened because in his eyes was true terror.

"Sam.", was everything he said, even before Sam could have begone talking towards you. Sam and Seth turned both towards him, in their gaze stood recognition.

"Well, shit.", said Seth as he fought off a smirk. "Paul will explode."

"What does he mean?", did you ask after a second of silence. Nobody reacted to your answer, totally ignoring you. Then a sigh tore through Sam and he looked back towards you.

"I cannot approve but I think we need to speak about what just happened and how we come out without hurting Embry too much.", his deep voice tore right through the heavy silence. It felt like they wanted you gone but also not? Instead of speaking again, you held your mouth shut because Sam did not seemed to want to answer you if his looks were anything to go by.

"What do you mean with that?", Embry asked, his eyes wide. "You still want her gone? She is my imprint! You can't tear her from me after finally met her! We can't kill her!", He nearly shouted in despair. Why were they talking like that about you? Killing her? Slowly you tried to take some steps back, planing on shutting the door and escaping through a window. Screw making plans and saving money. You would rather live again in a sewer with Pennywise than to spend another second in this town!

But before you could close the door, all three of them barged right in. Two of them in worry and one of them in steeled resolution.

"Oh no, you go nowhere.", Sam said as he strode towards you. Before you could even react or say a word, Embry intercepted Sam as he quickly walked to stand between you two.

"You can't do that to me and kill her!", Embry sounded desperate and like Sam would torture him. Your head was spinning with all that happening and you kind of wished, you never chose Forks as your home for the next few years.

"Run! I will find you!", Embry suddenly spoke to you. Should that be reassuring? Instead of wasting time thinking about it, you turned away, desperate to run out of this god damn town.

"You know, the others are in this area too. She is a monster and needs to go!", You were surrounded? You felt your heartbeat quicken as you stopped. What should you do? You never had to fight a whole pack of shapeshifters. They were normally rather friendly. Should you run to the Cullens and call for help? No, they would not risk their own position.

"A bit unfair, is it not? You don't even know me and are still judging. I a no monster. I am no Vampire. And I do not eat people.", you exclaimed and turned back towards Sam. You would not be able to escape, should you really be surrounded but you would also not go down without a fight.

"Sam, I beg you", Embry started as his eyes wandered wildly between Sam and you. "Let me talk to her and lead her out of here. Don't kill her. You can't do that to me. I can't survive without her." While you were still terribly confused, you were thankful that at least one of them did not want you dead.

"We can't kill each other imprints.", Seth added. Sam darkened gaze flitet across the room, taking in the scene before he began to speak.

#twilight scenario #twilight embry #twilight embry x you #twilight embry x reader #twilight x you #twilight x reader #twilight fanfiction #twilight headcanon #embry call #twilight cullens #do you want more? #it is any good?

[athousandbyeol]

"it’s because they take care of each other and they are a source of comfort to each other. especially when they’re feeling nervous, you’ll see that they’re the clingiest." - this what you said is so true remember the bungee jumping where they kept confessing their love for each other I cried

"but it’s very rarely flashy or exaggerated. and 97% of what people think is fan service is really just how their friendship is." - you literally just took the words out of my mouth and of am not wrong they even mention this in one of those abaab interview that what others/fans think is a cute lovely moment between them is actually normal for them just their genuine deep loving friendship showing

i will never get tired of saying how very PROUD i am of them after everything they've been through together their every growth ups and downs with their relationship with each other their career and their success i love them with my whole heart and i've never been in love this much i am in love with them being in love with each other be it whatever kind its pure its genuine its beautiful its heartbreaking its celestial its destiny its a match made in heaven and i will never shut up about this its some soulmate/twinflame shit right there

sorry for the rant i just wanted to share it

op, these words are spoken by @laowen actually. as the president of forcebook society here on tumblr, she's very spot-on :) //i'm sorry if you thought it was me ㅠㅠ i'm not that good at expressing my feelings. i'm just a mess in this forcebook discourse hahaha

but yes. yes to everything. forcebook's interaction is organic and homey. although i do believe some gestures are spiced to taste (because let's face it, they're in the entertainment industry. of course there's in need of some ✨️pizzazz✨️), those touches, every word, the loving stare, comes from the heart and are sincere. i believe what they have even before they're in the industry plays an important role in their sturdy relationship. because whatever it is, forcebook are friends before everything. they've known each other half of their lives. what more can we ever say about them? love and trust are an understatement. they're so much more.

i dearly hold onto that notion because friends— good friends— don't come by all the time. but the universe somehow aligned these two souls to reunite again. and they've become inseparable, it seems. somehow, they're soul partners that would laugh at each other, record all those embarrassing moments, but will stand up for each other whenever things get messy. forcebook aren't meant for people who crave grand gestures. what they do every day is normal to them and i think it's what most foxmochis adore about their relationship. the normalcy. the quietness. the tender assurance. whatever forcebook have; it's beautiful. it's behind the scenes. it's sincere. it's home.

also, i personally think, if shippers that go beyond the comfortable context of 'liking two individuals', and start having weird ideas about them, they will definitely nitpick everything forcebook do as 'romantic'. everyone is open to ship or support their favourite artists. but there must be boundaries set. after all, we're all humans. p'book and p'force are humans. i hope these people won't hyperfixate whatever's inappropriate about forcebook's beautiful relationship and expect more than what they're willing to share with us.

yes, i can't deny, they're quite sugary together. people might have ideas. but i humbly hope, for as long as forcebook don't categorise or say anything about their relationship, we don't assume instances that could make them less comfortable with us. it takes so much guts for p'book to open up, and more trust for p'force to shed tears in front of the fans. i can't imagine if they start feeling icky once these 'so-called fans' go overboard. forcebook are each other's safe zones, and we are their family and friends, so, we should treasure this trust between us. don't break it.

the bungee-jump episode really got me shed happy tears. i questioned, just how much they love each other? it's crazy to imagine they're so emotionally dependent on each other— especially during hard/stressful times. that already speaks a lot about their relationship. they're just... they're just so soulmate-coded, don't you think?

op, it's ok. i totally understand. forcebook's genuine relationship is so fresh and heartwarming. of course, we can't get enough of these chaotic and idiotic besties! they spread so much joy and sincerity to everyone. it's so precious. they're so precious and loved. you can love them and cherish them and support them all you want. the door is always open. some of my friends here, mj (@/laowen, @forcebookish, @ellasaru12 and others) are very cool and they love forcebook too so, welcome aboard! <3

to more happier and glorious days with forcebook, op! ✨️

#op. you're very cute #this warms my heart so early in the cold rainy morning #forcebook really make foxmochi happy #thanks for this ask <3 #forcebook #personal #na answers

[chryblossomjjk]

bts fic recommendations | 01.31.23

→ hi friends! this is a little segment i do every tuesday (reviewsday get it, aren’t i funny, pls tell me how funny i am) where i read and review two-three fics. as a content creator, i know how big of a role other creators play in your growth, therefore, i want to do my part in making sure everyone gets the recognition they deserve! so with that being said, please check out the amazing fics listed below. make sure to like, reblog, and leave feedback! ♡ #reviewsday #kikirecs

busted (pt 1 + pt 2) - @btsgotjams27 (jjk x reader | married au, parents au, smut)

summary: your husband comes home with a new gift and you’re not happy with it.

oh.... this is wholesome

im usually partial to girl dad koo but i've been looking at his bby pictures lately and he was so cute ugh :'( picturing two lil kooks is killing me (also i see where u got the inspo teehee v cute jess)

also he's such a lil shit pls like he knows what he's doing being such a slut and avoiding the conversation !!! we love him for it !!!

this is my fav style of writing by the way. like when the reader is just dropped into a slice of the character's lives and you figure them out based on the context clues. like the fact that kook's mom died is such a small detail here but it adds so much to the world. you did so well with seamlessly dropping tidbits and making it natural, not an easy thing to do!!! but you did it so so so well in this!!

him licking his fingers clean after wearing her pussy like a ring had me

dad jk putting it the fuck downnnnnn on that bathroom counter SHEESH IM SWEATING!!! also the baby interrupting right before the nut is peak wholesome content lmao!! and the way you incorporated the title TWICE PLS A GENIUS AND THIS WAS SO INCREDIBLY HOT and i would love to see more of this lil family :') &lt;3

i want to be with you - @oddinary4bts (pjm x reader | idol au, s2l, f2l, fluff, slight angst, smut)

summary: moving to seoul has always seemed like a good idea, until the bubble bursts when you realize your new neighbor is park jimin, and he's not the sweet angel you've always imagined him to be. will the reality of park jimin forever be a nightmare, or will he turn into a sweet dream?

first of all this is just what i needed um what is fanfic if not a vehicle to live out your daydreams anywho... something about moving to a big city and finding love is so fairytale-ish and magical and uGh. the more of these i do the more im starting to think we're all the same bc I RELATE SOME MUCH TO OC GTFO!! and that introduction made me so attached to her because there almost this childlike nature about her?? maybe childlike is the wrong wording but she has so much excitement and ambition, looks to the future with so much hope despite everything that she's been through. yeah. love her dearly will protect at all costs. and the way you contrasted this intro with the intro to the present day to show how now its not a daydream anymore n shes actually dealing w the reality of starting n moving somewhere new *chefs kiss*

"Sometimes, you wondered if faith existed. If there was a bigger plan to the universe, something written for you already that you couldn’t really escape from. It was the thought that crossed your mind as the doors finished moving, and a dark-haired boy – man – stared at you as you just stood there, mouth falling open."

god if theres one thing my communications major literature minor loves its this !!!! foreshadowing !!! like idk this paragraph just tickled my brain in the right way. it really is so beautiful. one of those that you look back on on a second read and smile because it means so much more and aged even better. truly stellar writing.

ALSO BRO THIS OC IS LEGIT MEEEE LIKE HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LIVE OUT MY CLUELESS Y/N WHO HAS NO IDEA WHO BTS IS AND IS MYSTERIOUS AND NON-INTERESTED WHEN I HAVE A WHOLE TATTOO DEDICATED TO PARK JIMIN LMAO THE CHIMMY KEYCHAIN TOOK ME OUT BYE!!

"You expected his features to have that same disgusted scowl he always reserved for you, but his brows fell, as if he was ashamed, or perhaps sad."

"It was so human you found you had to look away."

and then just the pull towards eachother like this connection was legit fated was so fucking good. them taking care of eachother when they're drunk. hangover fucking soup :'). and then after everything with collin and jimin's spiraling they really needed eachother. like the stars aligned to set this pair up and its so comforting to read. BUT LIKE THE SLOWBURN MADE IT FEEL SO SO EARNED. AND THE WAY YOU ENDED IT WITH THE TITLE I COULD FUCKING SCREAM!!! so so so good. thank you for taking the time to write and share this masterpiece on the platform, you've made it sm better with this beautiful addition :') friends do not walk, RUN to read this.

#reviewsday #kikirecs #bts #bts smut #bts x reader #bts jungkook #bts jimin #jeon jungkook #park jimin #jungkook smut #jimin smut #jungkook x reader #jimin x reader #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook fic #jimin fic #jungkook fanfic #jimin fanfic #bts fic recs

[lovesosweeet]

better left unsaid // cth

chapter twenty one

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.

calum hood x fem!oc

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august 29, 2018 uncasville, connecticut calum 

I don’t know what it is, but there’s something strange about being away from Orion for this long. It’s almost been a month, and we still talk almost every day. I know I can’t expect for things to feel all that normal. I left her alone in LA. She has a life there. I’m busy, touring with the band.

I think days like today are when I feel it the most. We’re in a random ass city in New England. We have a show tonight, but today we aren’t doing press, and there’s not exactly a lot to do in Connecticut. It’s just another day with the boys, whom I love dearly, but don’t exactly have a lot of fresh topics to talk to them about. 

At least it felt okay to sleep in this morning. A lot of days it feels like a waste of being in a cool city or a waste of being close to family to sleep in, but in Uncasville, Connecticut, sleeping until 11 feels like an appropriate start to the day. 

I wake up to a few texts from Orion, which is unsurprising but always good to see. 

From: my love + stars good morning hi hello i couldn’t sleep last night i am zombie today running on hella coffee i think duke misses you he keeps going into your studio and pacing around it’s so sad do you think he can come to the venue in san diego? omg i can get him a little shirt that says “i <3 5sos” can you imagine if i do that you have to post it to your story so the fans can see they would die hope you have so much fun in the fantastic town of uncasville today!!!!

To: my love + stars it’s always a good morning when i can hear from you! very good morning to you my very beautiful girlfriend my favorite zombie you can eat my brains if you want send me duke pics rn i miss him too please bring him!!!! i’m pretty sure dogs are allowed. i will riot if not. yknow you could post it yourself. just make your profile public ya silly goose. the fans love you now.

From: my love + stars cal if you ever don’t hear from me in the morning you need to call the cops i will always say hi asap i will eat your brains first look how cute dukey is!!!!!!! Images attached (3) they occasionally tOleRaTE me NOW. the tables could turn at any time.

To: my love + stars i will never call the cops on you you can do no wrong even if you eat my brains don’t tell duke’s mom but i think i miss my son more than i miss his mom (I AM KIDDING I PROMISE) literally the only reason the tables would turn is if you were a shitty person and you’re the best person i know so you’re good of course only go public if you want but just sayin the world would be a better place if everyone could see your beautiful sunset selfies

From: my love + stars somebody call 911 shawty’s lying to me on the dance flo it’s ok if you miss duke more than me i am not offended i swear you know i won’t go public i just don’t need that chaos in my life i love quietly lurking on stan twitter from my burner account

To: my love + stars i am not lying i miss you more than i have ever missed anyone duke is close second dw it could be a rush to go public for a day and then go back private see what happens

From: my love + stars stop you’re gonna make me cry in the club rn it would be not fun cal you know this i’d get a bunch of DIE BITCH I COULD TAKE UR MAN IF I WANT TO YOU’RE SO UGLY and maybe a sprinkle of wow you’re kinda cool sometimes

I’m not sure how long it’s been that Orion and I are just sitting here texting each other back and forth until Ashton is giggling across the room at me.

“What are you making all those faces for, Cal?” He asks.

I flip him off. “Just texting Orion.”

“Oooh, what are you guys talking about?” Luke walks in the room, a banana in hand and Sierra trailing behind him carrying a Starbucks cup. 

I roll my eyes. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I was just telling her she should make her Instagram public, and she thinks it’d just open up a door for death threats.”

“The fans like her now, don’t they?” Luke asks. He plops down on the couch next to me, and Sierra sits on his right side. He looks around the room at all of us, searching for confirmation.

“She always gets love when I post a picture with her in it,” Ashton confirms. 

It’s no secret that I’m not exactly an active user on any social media, so even though I have millions of photos of me and Orion, I don’t share them much. That’s both due to my personal social media habits and Orion’s wishes to keep her presence on my social media to a minimum. It’s kind of like her rule for flowers — only for special occasions. 

Ashton, on the other hand, posts a few photos at a time to his story and feed pretty regularly, and more often than not, if there’s a group picture, Orion is in it. He’s also the only one that really hangs out with Orion on her own regularly, so naturally they have more photos of the two of them. That said, if she’s only getting positive comments on Ashton’s posts, I’m sure she’d get positive reactions if she shared her own.

“I’m not saying she should or shouldn’t,” Sierra starts. “But I definitely get why she doesn’t want a public profile.”

“I mean, to be fair, a lot of what she posts is of you guys,” Luke adds. He’s not wrong. Because her profile is private and she can pick and choose who follows her, she feels fine to post whatever she wants, and that means posting a lot of pictures with me, of me, and of Duke. “She definitely wouldn’t want to do that if she went public.”

I sigh, knowing that Sierra and Luke are probably right, and Orion is too, even if she’s not completely accurate with what would actually happen if she made her profile public. I decide to drop it. 

“Where’s that Starbucks at?” I decide to ask, changing the subject. I nod at Sierra’s coffee cup in her hand. 

With the address in hand, I head off to find someone to drive me to the Starbucks and go back to texting Orion. 

To: my love + stars it’s pretty early to be in the club but still don’t cry just a little over a month. we’ve got this!! only go public if you want. i support you regardless and happy to be bad cop and defend you in your comments if you needed

From: my love + stars a 2018 shakespearean level romance defending me in an IG comment section i’m a lucky girl

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a/n: fillery chapter ik. but still plantin a seed for something later on. i posted this poll but also feel free to drop a comment on your wishes on this post too pls n thx.

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #calum hood #michael clifford #fanfiction #fanfic #5sosfam #imagine #calum 5sos #calum imagine #calum x fem!oc #calum x ofc

[homomenhommes]

STORY: Ups And Downs 24

Brother to Brother

I almost knocked Ward down as I flew off the platform and raced to greet my brother Eric, completely oblivious to the fact that I was stark naked and dragging a dong that was still three-quarters erect. I threw my arms around him and squeezed him so hard that I almost cut off his air supply. Yes, it’s true that he and I had never really been very close—mostly due to the difference in our ages—but he was the first family member I had seen in months, and I guess I was starved for that connection.

“Whoa, bro! I’m glad to see you too.”

“Eric, what are you doing here? Did you know I would be here?”

“Of course, Joe. I came to see you…although I didn’t know I was going to see all of you…but that’s OK. It’s cool.”

“But how did you know that I would be here?”

“Amy told me. I speak to her and Mom about once a week. I wasn’t sure I could make it since Cindy’s parents are visiting this weekend, but then I got a call from Mr. Block here, and he convinced me that I should not miss this opportunity.”

“How long are you going to be around?”

“I’ve only got a couple more hours, and then I have to get back to New Haven.”

“Why don’t you two go grab some lunch and catch up?” suggested Mr. Block.

I looked to Mr. Block, Woody, and Eric to make sure I had everyone’s approval. Mr. Block and Eric nodded their assent, and Woody suggested that I might want to put on some clothes before going out. Before racing off to the changing room, I hugged Mr. Block and Woody, which drew smiles of surprise from both of them and a chuckle from Eric.

“Oh, I’m glad you’re still here,” I said to Ward as I entered the changing room. “I wanted to thank you for guiding me through that gig, but when I saw my brother in the crowd, I just had to fly.”

“Your brother, eh?” he asked as he finished getting dressed. “From the way you were acting, I thought maybe he was your boyfriend.”

“No, I don’t have a boyfriend,” I replied, which drew slight nods and a little smile from Ward. “Are you going to be around for the rest of the show?” I asked.

“No,” said Ward, to my disappointment. “I was planning to stay with Dimitri at his uncle’s place, but since Dimitri didn’t come and I have no way of contacting his uncle, I guess I’ll have to go back to the city. I can’t really afford to stay in a hotel here.”

“But you can share my room,” I insisted. “I’ve got a king-size bed, and maybe you can give me a few more pointers on modeling.”

“That sounds like fun,” Ward perked up.

“Great!” I said. “I’m off to have lunch with Eric, but I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”

“I’ll be here,” he assured me as he zipped up his pants and headed for the exit. But then he turned around, came back to me, and planted a big fat sloppy kiss on my lips before finally taking his leave.

I found Eric assessing my sketches when I returned to the main area of the warehouse. “Amy told me you were very talented,” he remarked, “but I had no idea you were this good.”

“I hope I haven’t embarrassed you,” I said.

“No, of course not. Why the hell would you think that?”

“Well, not everybody appreciates erotic art, especially homoerotic art, and after the way Dad reacted—”

“I’m not Dad,” Eric snapped, a little more forcefully than I could have imagined. “Don’t get me wrong,” he added. “I love him dearly, but he can be a bit provincial in his thinking and hot headed, and the way he treated you is just downright shitty.”

I never felt closer to Eric than at that moment.

“But I am so proud of you…the way you have bounced back and made a life for yourself.”

“I’m still on probation with this job,” I cautioned.

“Bullshit! Mr. Block and Mr. Woodward…I guess you call him Woody…those guys fucking love you. They couldn’t stop praising you, not just for your artistic skills but for everything you do there. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if they adopted you.”

I had thought I was doing well in the job, but the intensity of Eric’s report surprised me and left me just a bit speechless.

“Let’s finish this conversation over lunch,” Eric suggested. “I’m starving.”

“Me too,” I agreed.

Eric drove us to a nice restaurant not far from the warehouse. “Aaron suggested this place. It’s a bit pricy, but he says the food is good, and it’s quiet.”

I held up my “company” credit card and replied, “Lunch is on me.”

“Well, look at you, Mr. Bigshot,” he teased.

As we placed our orders and waited for our lunch to arrive, I probed Eric’s feelings about my modeling. “Are you sure you didn’t feel just a little uncomfortable seeing your brother modeling completely naked up on that stage?”

“Uncomfortable? No, not at all. I was proud. Hell, you were the hottest guy in that whole place.”

“Me? Not Ward?”

“He would run a close second, but every man there was aching to get into bed with you. Hell, if you weren’t my little brother, I would have jumped your bones myself.”

“Eric!”

“What? I said if you weren’t my little brother.”

“Yeah, but you’re not…. Wait. Are you trying to tell me that you’re gay too?”

“No I’m not gay. I’m bi.”

“So you have sex with men and women?”

“Not since I married Cindy. She’s bisexual too, by the way. We both had sex with people of either sex before we were married, sometimes together and sometimes separately, but when we got married, we took a vow of monogamy, and I’ve never had sex with anyone else since—male or female.”

“So you went straight when you got married?”

“When did you become gay, Joe?”

Scoffing, I replied, “I didn’t become gay. I’ve always been gay. I was born this way, and I will die this way.”

“Exactly. And I was born bisexual. Sexual orientation is not who you do. It’s who you are. And just because a man gets married, that doesn’t make him any less gay or less bisexual. It may change what he does, but it doesn’t change what he is.”

“I never thought of it that way.”

After our lunch, we ordered coffee and chatted for another hour before he took me back to the warehouse where the art show was being held.

“Joe, don’t let Dad hold you back. He’ll come around eventually. Just keep doing what you’re doing and being who you are. You are an exceptional young man, and I am so proud to call you my brother.”

It was all I could do to hold back my tears, so I just gave Eric a great big bear hug—with clothes on this time—and we agreed to keep in touch.

When I found Mr. Block inside, I offered him the receipt for lunch and told him I would reimburse him for the personal expense.

“Joe, did you discuss your job with your brother?”

“Yeah, some.”

“OK, then it’s a business expense. I’ll keep the receipt for the records, but you don’t owe me a thing. Did you two have a good chat?”

“Yeah, I’ll say. I’ve never felt closer to my brother.”

“That’s great. In that case, it was worth every penny you spent.”

I thanked him profusely and asked if there was anything he needed me to do. When he said no, I went to find Aaron to ask him the same question. “Will you want me to help you take down the platform after we close?”

“No,” he said, “I think we’ll just leave it up for the auction tomorrow.”

The auction. Wow! My sketches were going up for auction. Of course, if nobody bids, or if they bid too low, I might end up with less than $100, but that’s OK. I ever expected to make any money off of them anyway.

I decided to go back to the area where my sketches were on display and, seeing Ward up ahead, I started walking toward him when I was besieged once again by patrons who wanted to know all about my sketches and about me. I collected dozens more cards from artists who wanted to paint me and from individuals who wanted me to sketch them. And then, of course, there were the guys who just wanted to fuck me, but that was flattering too.

At closing time, I explained Ward’s predicament to Mr. Block and Woody and informed them that he would be staying with me for the night. “Woody and I will be having a late supper around 9:00. We won’t need your help for anything, but you and Ward are certainly welcome to join us.”

When Ward and I got to my room, I informed him of the invitation, and he replied, “Good, ‘cuz we’re both gonna be starving by the time I get through with you.” And with that, he tore my clothes off, threw me onto the bed, and picked up where he had left off in our modeling bit.

He pulled me to the edge of the bed with my head hanging over the edge and shoved his cock down my throat. I gagged several times, but I wasn’t complaining. He had a marvelous cock, and I loved every inch of it.

Ward was a talker. As he skull-fucked me, he grunted about how good his cock felt in my mouth and how I must enjoy having a real man-cock bruising my tonsils. After several minutes of this kind of foreplay, he dragged me back fully onto the bed, flipped me onto my stomach, shoved his big dick up my ass, and fell on top of me as he humped me doggie style. “You like my big dick, don’t you Joe? Sure you do. You fuckin’ love it.” He was pounding me so hard that all I could do was to grunt and moan in reply.

After about ten minutes of this position, he turned me 45 degrees and fucked me sideways. Then, ten minutes or so after that, he flipped me again in a different position. I’ve gotta give the guy this: he sure as hell had plenty of stamina. And he knew positions that I had never even heard of or seen in porn flicks. Damn, he was good!

But he saved the best for last. He flipped me on my back, lifted my legs over his shoulders, and fucked me missionary style, but as he did that, he pumped my own aching dick, saying things like, “Damn, you’re a good fuck, boy. I could fuck you all night.” (And he probably could too.) “You’ve got a nice dick too. It feels good in my hand. I wonder if it’s gonna feel as good in my ass later. God, I hope you’re not just shitting me. I really want my dick inside of you tonight. With that thought in my mind, I shot my load all over the headboard as well as my face and body.

“Damn, stud. You been saving up all month for me? Just for me? I’m flattered,” he laughed until his own orgasm took control of him. As he poured his man seed into me, all he could do was grunt, moan, and slam his dick deeper and deeper into my guts. He was definitely a power fucker.

Once we showered and got dressed, we made it down to the hotel lobby just in time to meet Mr. Block and Woody for dinner.

Seeing the satisfied grins on our faces, Woody quipped, “Damn, you don’t waste any time, do you, Joe?”

I had always treated Woody with deference, never wanting to crack that business-like façade of his, but this time, I just couldn’t resist the temptation.

“Oh, you’re just jealous, Woody.”

Caught off guard by my sudden brashness, Woody stiffened a bit, but Mr. Block just howled with laughter. “I think you may have met your match, Woody.” And he laughed even harder.

To be continued

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[vegaseatsass]

Home School ep7 spoilers/thoughts

So this year when I was looking for paraeducator jobs, I got discouraged pretty quickly, because every public school opening in my area was a special ed position that employs traumatizing compliance therapy (ABA), and I would not be in an opportunity to question it or intervene. (I ended up finding work outside the public school system to avoid this, but yeah it's fucking bleak.) So Home School really hits as this story where, okay, some of the time the lessons seem like they have merit, the students seem like they're getting some deep true learning out of it - I get a little scared that maybe the narrative is going to tell us this kidnapper troubled teen industry boarding school prison in the woods is Good Actually - and then it reminds us what happens to non-compliant students. Run has been locked up for SIX YEARS; he is a full adult at this point. That's NUTS. The medieval behaviorist approach is taken to its extreme here, and sometimes the teachers induce the apparent behaviors they want out of the kids, but far more often the entire class is just suffering a shared experience of pure psychological horror. I think it's interesting that they included an autistic character in Pennhung, and his time being locked up was actually supposed to be protection from weird eat-your-babies mind games, NOT punishment, and it was still so obviously traumatizing to him. But these teachers don't care, and are sure they know best and what these kids need (along with the parents who signed them into this against their will!!!), even/especially in the face of the students directly telling them they're wrong. Anyway was just really struck by this ep7 scene of Amin yelling at Run that he's going to keep him until he gets the old, compliant, favorite-student Run back. In the same episode that gave us least compliant students Jingjai and Hugo with no recourse to defend their completely reasonable perspective, or to protect their burgeoning relationship, which the narrative is making clear is sincerely good and healing for them. It's just all very interesting to me!!

I am bringing my own American context to this series, with ABA and the troubled teen industry, whereas I'm sure the show is saying a lot about specifically Thai issues and school culture (and society; thinking of The Eclipse where the school is a metaphor for Thailand/the Thai government). I really want/need to learn more about all of that! But even as a cultural outsider, I love what it's doing with behaviorism and compliance and abusive adults, and those dissonant moments where it feels like we should be rooting for the students' compliance because they're about to learn a Very Important Lesson, but actually /Run voice: HOME SCHOOL IS HELL. Dearly hope they will all band together and make themselves ungovernable. This place has nothing true to teach them.

#and maki as the teacher's pet student best suited for this environment best suited to thrive but she's ACTUALLY here #because they kidnapped her fucking brother #is suuuuuuuuch a fun and interesting twist #amin thinks he's got a chance to find a new run that stays compliant but she didn't fucking come here for any of that #anyway i won't look at the tag til i watch ep8 so i have noooo idea what the tumblr fandom is like #or what the conversations on the show have been so far! #but i just wanted to yeet this out there while it was fresh #home school the series #dear diary #aba warning #nervous to include the personal context and also tag this w the fandom but please don't come and argue w/ me about aba

[fangirleaconmigo]

Since production seems to be ramping up on season 3 do you think there’s any chance Jaskier will catch a break from the whole “everyone hates/doesn’t respect him” thing you wrote about in a post a while back? Because I’m with you in the sense that it’s not as funny as the writers seem to think and it’s actually really depressing when you think about it for any length of time. I want to believe he might finally get a friend or something this season but I don’t trust the writers at all not to just have him be the rest of the character’s punching bag in kaer morhen all this season :(

You know, that's a good question. I'll speculate, but fair warning, almost all of my predictions for S2 were wrong. (lolsob)

(also, for the people just joining us, they are referring to this post)

The showrunner said on twitter that Jaskier is in S3 from the beginning. Now, her predictions also turn out to be inaccurate sometimes as well. XD But if that is the case, I think they will have to develop his relationships with other people,? I think? Just by sheer presence in scenes?

Joey seems to want that, and they seem to let the actors make suggestions?

The actors obviously don't decide the plot or the episode beats, but they do have influence. Joey and Anya both said that they begged for Yennefer and Jaskier to spend a bit more time together. They have both said that relationships fascinates them and they wanted it to have more time, and look what we got! So within reason and within limits, they seem to have influence.

I was absolutely gobsmacked by the bounteous gift of Yenskier that we got. After his relationship with Geralt was sidelined so much, the last thing I expected was to get Jaskier's friendship with Yen onscreen.

So, I learned that there is no way I can predict. But if Jaskier is in it for all or most episodes, and he and Anya are still pushing for further development of their relationship (and the way they talk about it, they very much are) we will at least get that.

In the books, Dandelion is A Lot , but he has a solid spread of people who despise him (Djikstra, lol), complain about him and want to dislike him but who admit they actually like him against their better judgment (Nenneke), hates him (with good reason) then come to love him (Yen), and just plain loves him from first meeting (Geralt and Ciri). Then he has a ton of developed, existing friendships (Zoltan, Yarpen, Dudu, Essi, Milva, Regis, Shani, and on and on), and many many fans.

Hopefully we see more of that. And I was so delighted by his relationship with Yennefer S2 that I'm chomping at the bit for more of that. And dear god, please, I beg them for a crumb of Geralt and Dandelion antics. They are so goddamn entertaining and allow us to see such a great side of Geralt that I love dearly. And I'd kill for some sweet Jaskier and Ciri interactions. (If anyone is interested, I wrote about Jaskier and Ciri's book relationship here)

I am here for the found family and friendships. That's why I show up to anything, be it book, tv, or movie. So I hope we get some more of that.

#the witcher #twn #jaskier #joey batey #asks