#even at the beginning. 'i'll watch your back if you watch mine' hits better for him than promising his safety

[jahiera]

one of the things that hits really nicely for me with Astarion's romance is that he never really encourages or wants you to be some kind of "protector." there are several instances where you can offer him that; protection, swear to him you'll kill cazador, or after his personal quest--I don't have the screencaps on hand, but you can directly say to him that he'll never have to need something like the ritual, because you'll protect him, and HE says back something along the lines of "It would be nice to not need you as my grand protector.... but I appreciate the thought." -- there's tinges here early in act 1 maybe of distrust of faulty promises yes, and considering Tav naive / not comprehending the power of cazador and therefore unhelpful, but even as you proceed, he's never interested in trading a lack of protection for a dependency on a protector.

in fact, the only time he's like "I'm doing it for US... to keep US safe <3" is when he's trying to manipulate/convince Tav into letting him do the ritual. "You want whats best for me right <3333" is the thing he actively uses to try and sway you over to his side, because he knows that's an emotional string to pull on.

there's an insistence of preferring equality in the subtext there; that protection or a skewed imbalance is not what Astarion wants, at his core. he doesn't want a nurse, or to be pitied, or be beholden to anyone. to try and pity him invites his irritation, even outrage. trying to swear to protect him at best gets a fond "I appreciate the Thought" and at worst a "don't be a fucking idiot." it would be veeeeery easy for the narrative to slip into something generic about being able to fix him, but it insists on someone to depend on as equals. give and take in true partnership. and in the post-ritual ending you can really feel the lack of equality there too--only now, he's in the position of both """"protector"""", and more so than that, obsessive beholder of Tav, and he exercises it in overt fashion; of course he'll protect you, your future, your life, is his after all. (and there's a LOT about that that's very interesting to me, and equally as complex & intricate as the no-ritual route in which two people meet on equal footing.) the game never shames this approach of wanting to protect him either, it acknowledges the good intent, and simply shows in Astarion's reactions that there's more here to it than that.

#bg3 meta #bg3 spoilers #like one thing I wanted to avoid throughout my playthrough was winding up in a position where #Tav/Emrys is babying him or putting him down as someone who needed to be Protected and Defended #in my specific playthrough anyways Emrys is noooot interested in being someone's nurse #since it's the kind of trope that can be easily fallen into; but the game doesn't really allow it #Astarion doesn't really allow it #he's just Not interested in that. he doesn't think you can protect him and even at the very end #when you PROVE you can #he isn't interested in that dynamic. he's interested in a partnership of equals #vs the ritual ending where there's no equality; there's possession and desire in its place #both are so interesting & so quick to subvert the expectations of the narrative #like they knew it would be possible to push the I'll Protect You With My Life button and it's never the thing #he's most receptive to #even at the beginning. 'i'll watch your back if you watch mine' hits better for him than promising his safety #because you can't... promise that. not really. #anyways. babygirl. #astarion

[jadeysjasmine]

YOU HAVE TO POST NEGLECTED PART II RIGHT NOW. JUST THAT ONE PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏🙏

Neglected part 2 - Mapi Leon x Ingrid Engen x Reader

A/N: this is a repost! 2473 words

Tags: angst, hurt/comfort

Summary: it all gets too much and you break, spilling all the details to alexia who is furious and defends your honour.

Waking up the following morning having gotten barely any sleep, head pounding and an overwhelming feeling of heartbreak. Your head is plagued by two things people, Maria and Ingrid.

You begrudgingly dragged yourself out of bed and into your bathroom, looking in the mirror you get a sense of deja vu to a couple of week ago when you were in the exact same position, eyes just as red and swollen and tear stained cheeks, If you could feel anything you might even find this kind of amusing.

You're now fully dressed for training, standing in your bathroom mirror applying concealer to try hide the bags under your eyes, as you grab your things and leave your apartment, dreading going to training.

You're not even sure how you got to training, mind switched off, but pulling up to the training centre you become more aware, anxiety spiking as you begin to get very nervous.

Parking your car in your usual spot and turning off the engine you take a few moments to breathe and compose yourself.

Head down and trudging into the training centre, so in your own head you don't hear Alexia's voice greeting your when you walk past, nor do you see the worried glances shared between her and Irene.

Training was awful and to top it off you hit your head and got a concussion so now you are alone in the medics room with an ice pack, waiting on the Medic and Alexia to come back into the room, you are on concussion watch and need supervision so Alexia volunteered and now they are discussing what to do over the next 24 hours.

You are staring out the window at a now empty training pitch, mind constantly wandering to Maria and Ingrid, so many questions flooded your mind, wondering if they ever truly loved or if maybe there was a reason for them abandoning you for your anniversary.

You couldn't bare to look at them so you avoided doing so the whole training session, avoiding looking at them or even any of your teammates unless mandatory.

Luckily or unluckily alexia sensed something was wrong so Jonatan went easy on you and alexia partnered up with you for all drills.

You didn't hear the door opening or the footsteps approaching, only breaking out of your trance when you felt the soft touch of alexia's hand on your shoulder, slightly jumping at the scare you turned to face her, worried gaze on you as she softly spoke, "Ready to go carino, you can stay at mine for the night so I can monitor the concussion."

Nodding wordlessly you got off the bed in the medic room, trudging behind alexia you follow her out to her car, leaving your car behind in the parking lot.

The drive home was silent but you knew your captain better than that to assume she would not ask you what is up so you were mentally preparing yourself the best you could for the confrontation that was about to ensue.

Arriving at alexia's apartment you followed behind her in, taking your shoes off and leaving them at the door along with you training bag, alexia disappearing off somewhere.

Her dog, Nala, came barrelling at you, jumping up and licking you cause you to finally smile.

Your moment was broken when alexia appeared holding spare clothes, a glass of water and some pain killers.

She spoke up, "I'll make dinner, how about you take these and change so you can a nap?"

You nodded, taking the stuff off her and wandering to the guest bedroom, making quick work of changing and taking the pain killers.

Crawling into bed, suddenly hit with exhaustion you fall asleep almost immediately.

Your awoken which feels like minutes later, but realistically its been a few hours, by alexia softly shaking you.

"Dinner is ready Chiqui." She softly spoke.

You groaned, causing alexia to laugh softly before pulling the covers down.

"Vamos, dinner will be getting cold."

You threw the covers off dramatically before making your way to the kitchen.

If you were being completely honest it smelled amazing, you kissed alexia on the cheek and mumbled a thank you before sitting down.

Dinner was silent, your eyes glued to your plates, you knew alexia wanted to give you space but from your peripheral vision you saw alexia deep in thought and occasionally glancing your way, probably contemplating the best way to bring something up.

Once you were finished you finally looked up, meeting alexia's worried eyes, this must have given her the confidence to finally speak up and see if she can find out what has been bothering you.

"I've noticed that you have not been yourself in training, I do not want to push you carino but I just want you to know you can speak to me whenever"

You do not know if it was her words or the tone of voice that she used than was like you were a piece of glass and she was scared to shatter you but whatever it was had the flood gates opening.

Through sobs you told alexia about your relationship with maria and ingrid, telling her about the time when they ignored you over a joke made by patri, how you never felt like a girlfriend and more of a burden and how you made up but then they ditched you on your anniversary and it has been complete radio silence since.

You were struggling to breath so alexia sat next to you and held you, whispering reassurances and coaching your breathing.

Unsure how long you actually cried in alexia's arm but you woke up the next morning in the guest bedroom with a pounding headache, you turned to the bedside table to see a glass of water, some pain killers and a note.

You took the pain killers before downing the water, having not drank much and also cried a lot you were thirsty to say the least. You picked up the note next,

"Good morning Cari,

There is breakfast on the table and I will bring lunch home from training, please get some rest and If you don't feel like talking more we can have a move night.

Te Amo

Ale"

You smiled at the note, eyes welling with fresh tears, you knew alexia was kind and caring but this just emphasise it and you couldn't be more grateful to call her your teammate, captain and most importantly friend.

You got out of bed and went to the kitchen to eat breakfast, again you could've cried when you saw what it was, alexia made blueberry pancakes, sausage, scrambled eggs and there's a glass of fresh orange with a empty coffee mug and fresh coffee brewing on the coffee machine. You sat and ate, grateful for your friend.

Meanwhile at training alexia was on a warpath, sure Maria and Ingrid were her friends but they also seriously hurt one of her friends, anytime they tried to speak with her, her gaze hardened and she was short and blunt, if you had not begged her to not mention it she would have done it as soon as she saw them.

She was out for revenge and unfortunately the other member of the team were caught in the cross fire. alexia requesting Jonatan repeat drill multiple times, claiming they were not done good enough.

By the end of training everyone was exhausted and moody but alexia didn't care, she wanted Maria and Ingrid to feel even part of the hurt they had caused you.

Maria and Ingrid noticed the hostility heavily directed them so thought confronting their captain to see what the issue is was the best idea.

They are in the changing room, the last 2 people there as they wait for alexia to be finished her captain duties and return to get her stuff and go home. Eventually alexia returns and her features turn stone like and she heads straight for her cubby to pack her things and leave as quickly as possible.

Maria was the first to confront alexia, at first alexia ignored her but when Ingrid joined in she saw red and snapped. She was berating and shouting about how they were not who she though they were, asking how the could treat you like this and just how hurt you truly were.

Alexia grabbed her stuff and stormed out, cussing them out under her breath in Spanish, Maria and Ingrid were stunned to silence, just looking at each other in complete shock.

They had not realised the extent in which their words effected you, they had been plagued with guilt over missing your anniversary and even seeing you the next morning in training, how awful you looked, they assumed you wanted space so they left you alone but they realised what has to be done.

It's grovelling time.

Meanwhile back at alexia's apartment you were cuddled up on the couch with Nala, scrolling on tik tok with some reality tv mindlessly playing in the background.

Your interrupted when you hear the door open then a bang and an annoyed "Joder," you giggled and went to go investigate, Nala closely behind, reaching the door you see alexia looking ready to explode and a smoothie spilled all over the entrance.

Alexia's annoyed expression didn't last when she noticed you smiling and soon couldn't hide a grin of her own.

Once the mess had been cleaned you both ate the remainder of the lunch she brought on the couch, watching the show you had on as you both occasionally made little comments that had you both laughing.

She soon looked at you, guilt plastered all over her face as she spoke up, "I am so sorry carino but I could not hold my temper and i shouted at them"

She let out a gasp of shock when she felt your arm wrap around her shoulders in a hug, when she realised what was happening she wrapped her arms around your torso, sighing in relief when she realised you weren't mad.

"It's ok ale, thank you for having my back. I really do appreciate you."

You stayed like that for a while longer, enjoying the warmth and comfort your friend brings you.

You two don't do much else, just order Chinese food and watch comedy movies all night on the couch while enjoying each others company.

Meanwhile the air at Maria and Ingrid apartment is tense, barely 2 words spoken as they are both lost in thought about ways to get your forgiveness, they know it is not going to be an easy task and even though they haven't showed it, they feel a piece of them is missing when you are not around.

They are plagued with emotions ranging from guilt from how the have been treating you, anger at themselves for letting insecurities get in the way on your relationship and determination to prove to you just how much they love you.

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You woke up the next morning on the couch to the buzzing of an alarm, you felt a body wrapped around you and you could hear light snores falling from alexia's parted mouth.

You both had spend all night watching movies and snacking, honestly you could not appreciate your captain more for helping take your mind off recent event and instead helping you focus on other stuff.

You both had a travel day today, it was the upcoming copa de la Reina final against Real Madrid and even though you couldn't play due to your concussion, you were tagging along with all the other injured players to support the team and hopefully win another trophy.

Your mind started to drift off to your girlfriends (ex?) but before your mind could truly spiral you heard a groan and felt alexia's arm move to shut off her alarm.

"Good morning Chiqui, how did you sleep?" She said, voice rough as she had just woken up.

"Morning Ale, I slept well. How did you sleep?" You questioned, rolling over to face the Spaniard.

"I slept well too minus your snoring next to me" she grinned cheekily, your face heating up with embarrassment.

You both got up, got dressed and had breakfast before setting off to the bus that would take you to your hotel for tonight before tomorrows final.

The closer you got the more alexia could tell your were anxious about seeing Maria and Ingrid, your leg was bouncing and you were biting your nails. She placed a hand on your leg causing you to turn and face her, "You know you do not have to speak to them if you do not want to, I will make sure of it." She assured you and you felt your nerves relax slightly.

You pulled into the meeting spot where the bus was, noticing you were one of the first to arrive, feeling relieved that you and alexia could sit together.

Finding a seat in the middle of the bus, you sat near the window while alexia took the aisle, you both started chatting about the upcoming final and how you both with you could play the derby.

You were so engrossed in your conversation with alexia you missed most of the team entering the bus, only looking up when you heard Patri and Pina being loud, as usual.

It was like some weird coincidence as when you looked up you locked eyes with Ingrid, she looked awful, like she had barely slept and you hated how even after all the pain she caused you that you wanted nothing more than to make sure she was ok.

Alexia noticed your sudden tense posture, her eyes followed yours, gaze hardening when she realised who you were looking at.

She places an arm protectively around your shoulder which causes Ingrid to look away and find her seat a few rows in front next to Maria.

The coach trip was uneventful, you slept most of way and the rest you played games on your phone or watched movies with alexia.

You got to the hotel at around 8:30pm after driving for hours so the whole team was sleepy and hungry. You got to the hotel and were kind of relieved that everyone got their own room so you grabbed your key and took the elevator up to your room, not really hungry so deciding to skip dinner. Quickly showering, you brushed your teeth and changed for bed.

You abruptly woke up to loud banging at your door, heart racing as you questioned who was at the door.

All questions were answered when you heard alexia, "Sorry to wake you carino, I was going to breakfast and wanted to know if you would like to join me?"

You didn't want to keep her waiting so you advised you would meet her there in 10 minutes, with an ok you heard her walk away.

You were showered, dressed and on your way to breakfast in record time, you had just made your way into the elevator and the door were just about to close when a hand stopped it and your heart stopped when you saw the two people you had been purposely avoiding enter.

Maria and Ingrid.  

#woso x reader #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso #mapi leon imagine #mapi leon x reader #mapi leon #ingrid engen imagine #ingrid engen x reader #ingrid engen

[lovebeatriceplz]

My love mine all mine

Yuji Itadori x Reader

My baby, here on earth

Showed me what my heart was worth

So, when it comes to be my turn

Could you shine it down here for her?

Nothing was the same, he tried...so hard. He tried to forget about it, to fix it, but his life will never go back to normal. Sukuna, he could feel him, he was always there. Maybe..just maybe, if he was gone everyone would be better off, you would be better off.

A gentle stroke of his hair brings him back to reality. "i called your name three times" you say quietly. The pale moonlight peers through the drapes. He came over to spend the night to get away from himself, but his thoughts consumed him none the less.

"sorry.." he mutters, not even sure if you heard. You rest your head on the pillow and try to fall asleep. His arms wrap around your figure, burying his face into your stomach, maybe that way the voices will leave him alone.

You look down at him. His grip felt tight, tighter than usual, it actually hurt a little. Your fingers run through his soft, pink locs, causing him to shudder. "what's on your mind?" You ask as gently as possible, not wanting the worry accumulating inside of you to scare him.

Silence fills the room. You try to pull away, trying to pry him off you so you can see his face. His grip tightens, not budging.

A sigh escapes you, and you press kisses to the top of his head, and any part of his face you can reach. "I love you...i'll always love you, no matter what" whispers of pure love and devotion pass your lips and enter his mind. His body starts to shake a little and you feel a few teardrops hit your abdomen.

You try to pull away again but his grasp on you was stronger than ever. So tight, that bruises might actually appear on your sides the next day. "yu- you're squishing me" you croak out. He immediately lets go and you take the opportunity to hold his face before he can hide again.

Tending hands reach out to wipe away his tears. "i'm scared.." he whispers in a hoarse voice.

" scared of what love?" You were always so desperate to understand him, to understand what was going on in that head of his. "everything?" he replies with a shrug, pulling away from you. You didn't need to share his burden.

He just stares into nothing for the next few moments. Desperately trying to swallow the lump in his throat. He couldn't even look at you without choking up again, you were so perfect, you didn't deserve this.

A surge of purpose, or at least that's what you thought it was, takes control of him and he turns to you with an intense look in his eyes. His hands grasp yours and he rests his forehead on yours. "I love you, more than anything....and i just- i want you to know...well i hope-" he stops, getting his thoughts together.

A puzzled look flashes across your features. "yes? what is it?". He takes a deep breath. "when i die, i'm gonna watch over you, my ancestors too, no matter what happens to me you'll be fine" he whispers, resting his head on your shoulder.

You feel your heart sink. He impulsively said things like that all the time, but he looked so serious. This one, something's definitely off about it.

You pull away from his embrace "d-don't say things like that" voice wavering slightly. "We'll both be fine" you say firmly. He gives you a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "I mean- we can say that now but, my death is inevitable"

Tears sting the corners of your eyes and your chest begins to ache. "how could you say something like that yuji?" Your tone becomes a bit harsher.

A slight frown appears on his face, although his demeanor is very gentle. " you know this c'mon, my life is in danger everyday, they're people who still want to execute me, my teacher is sealed-"

" What? are you trying to ease the blow of me losing you? don't you think i know all of that already?" You cut him off. This took a swerve in the wrong direction, this wasn't supposed to happen.

"Yes! i'm aware that you know all of that, that's why i need you to understand" he's basically begging for you to just listen. "Are forgetting that he's inside of me, don't you remember what happened in Shibuya?". Oops

There it was, the thing that has been plaguing his mind all this time. He shuts up immediately, and his breathing becomes audible.

Nothing came out of your mouth because he was right. Sukuna has proven how everything can go to shit if he takes over, you could lose Yuji without him actually dying.

You want to console him but you start to cry instead. The sight of tears running down that pretty face was enough to make him feel sick.

"Hey...hey i'm sorry" he whispers. You bury yourself into his embrace, and he holds you tightly, resting his head on your chin. He wasn't even going to cry, he accepted his fate a long time ago.

Fingers dig into his hoodie as you look up at him. "I don't want to lose you" you say between sobs. He wipes away your tears and leans down to kiss you.

It's the type of kiss that made you feel warm all over, the type that made something stir deep inside of you. The type that made you feel like everything would be okay. He stays there until you calm down a little.

He pulls away, a little breathless. "you're the best thing that's ever happened to me" that sounds cliche but he meant it, he meant every word. He didn't want to see you cry, he was hurting you and he hasn't even died yet.

" I know you want to avoid it but we can't, it's inevitable, my life is..basically temporary...i'm temp-" a finger to his lips stops him from finishing that sentence. You lay back down, bringing him with you and your lips find his.

He doesn't protest and he melts into your touch. It's okay if you didn't want to talk, as long as you understood. Besides, it stopped him from going back to that dark place and drowning in his thoughts.

You haven't accepted it, you're not sure if you ever will but for his sake, you can pretend. You can also give him all your love now, you can show him why life is worth living while he still has it. You can show him that he's yours, and you're his.

Whether you accept what he thinks his future is or not, he believes that he will indeed, watch over you when he's gone.

#Spotify #This strayed so far from the original idea #WHOOPS #anyways #I feel like i use 'you' and yours' and 'He' wayy too much #yuji itadori #Yuji #itadori #yuji itadori hcs #yuji itadori x reader #yuji itadori x you #yuji itadori x y/n #yuji itadori jjk #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk fanfic #Yuji fanfic #jujustsu kaisen hcs #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #anime #anime x reader #anime x y/n #angst #sukuna ryomen #gojo saturo #drabble #yuji x female reader

[heartsfromkalani]

heart of gold || peeta mellark

summary: peeta helps you unwind and relax after a long, exhausting day at work.

content warning: mention of reader being undressed by peeta

word count: 1.6k

type: comfort & cute/fluff

You shake your keys in the door, finally getting it open. You drop your stuff on the floor and throw your shoes to the side. You hear Peeta walk down the stairs to see you, immediately giving you a big hug.

"How was work? I missed you," Peeta says excitedly, lifting you up in the air as he hugs you. He started rubbing your back and kissed the top of your head, you almost cry at the feeling.

"Exhausting," you say, leaning your forehead onto his chest. You smell something cooking, it smelt amazing. You'd never been so excited to eat before, especially since Peeta was such a good cook.

Peeta pulls you back gently, looking into your eyes. He sees your tired eyes, the heavy bags under them. Your eyes look into his, his so kind and gentle.

"What hurts, my love," he asks, gently grazing his thumbs over your cheeks. You lean back into his arms, knowing he wouldn't let you fall.

"Everything," you say with a sigh, letting your eyes close as you lean more into Peeta. He gently kisses your forehead before picking you up bridal style.

"I'll run you a bath, come on," Peeta says. He starts carrying you up the stairs and into the bathroom. He sets you down on the counter and gives you one more kiss before beginning to run the bath

He turns the faucet, checking the temperature of the water to make sure it's not too hot, but not too cold. After, he grabs the bubble mixture to make the bath fill up with bubbles and epsom salt as well.

Once the bath was full, he turns the faucet off and turns his attention towards you once again, admiring how cute you look.

"Is it okay if I undress you," Peeta asks.

"Mhm. Of course," you respond.

Peeta begins to undress you, making sure you're comfortable every time he takes off a piece of clothing. Once you're completely undressed, he helps you off the counter and helps you into the bathtub.

Once your body hits the warm water, you instantly let out a sigh of relief, sinking into the bubbles of the bathtub. Your muscles began to relax and be relieved of the pain for the first time all day.

"Alright, Y/N, you stay here and relax. I'm going to get you some comfy clothes for when you get out," Peeta says, leaning down to kiss your forehead. He loved giving you forehead kisses, as did you. You're surprised he hadn't joined you in the bath, but he always made sure to take care of you before he even thought about himself.

"Peeta, can I wear your gray t-shirt? Your clothes are always comfier than mine" you mumble. Peeta was halfway through the door, but he turned back to answer you.

"Of course, sweetheart," Peeta says in a soft and gentle voice, a small chuckle slipping past his lips.

You watch as Peeta escapes out of your line of sight, his footsteps disappearing into your bedroom.

You take a moment to relax, tension slipping away, the warm water washing the ache from your body away. You let out a smile, feeling the best you have all day.

When Peeta returned with your clothes, he placed them down against the counter. Then he got out a warm and soft towel, placing it next to your clothes.

"How are you feeling now, love," Peeta asked, bringing himself to his knees next to the tub so that you were at eye level with each other. He brought his hand to your hair, running his fingers through it gently.

"I feel much better now because of the bath. Thank you so much, Peeta," you say, leaning into his hand. He smiles, continuing to brush your hair between his fingers.

"Don't thank me, it's my responsibility to take care of you. I love you, Y/N" Peeta says, moving his hand from your hair to the bubbles in the bath. He begins to grab the bubbles and place them on your body. You giggle at him. Then he cups his hands, scoops the water from the bath, and pours it on you. You completely soften at the feeling, your eyes shutting on impulse. A pleasant hum leaves your lips as you slowly slip more into the bathtub, Peeta making sure not to let you go underwater.

"I love you so much," you say in a voice barely above a whisper, absolutely adoring the attention he was giving you. He made you feel so loved.

Peeta chuckled, leaving kisses on your forehead and both of your cheeks before going back to what he was doing. For a few more minutes, he washes your hair and runs a wash cloth over your body.

He cleans you up slowly, making sure to get every inch of your body. You relax into his hands completely, almost falling asleep to the sensation.

"Alright, I'm gonna finish dinner. I'll come get you when I'm finished. Just relax while I'm gone," Peeta says while standing up, tossing the wash cloth in the hamper.

"What are you making," you ask, eyes closed as you sink against the tub, smiling to yourself.

"Your favourite," Peeta chimes, a smile on his face as he sees your relaxed state.

"I'm so in love with you," you express, happy that you were so lucky to have such a wonderful husband.

"I'm so in love with you too, Y/N," Peeta says, leaving the bathroom to finish making dinner. The smell travels through the house, making you hungry.

After a while of pure relaxation, Peeta walks into the bathroom. He strokes your cheek with his knuckles briefly, a look of adoration on his face.

He begins to drain the tub and then helps you stand up. Once you're up, he wraps the warm, soft towel around you. You lean against Peeta, stepping out of the tub with his hand on your back to make sure that you don't fall.

Peeta retrieves another towel, briefly drying your hair and the rest of your body that isn't covered by the towel.

"Will you dress me," you ask, leaning against him as you hold the towel closer around your body. Peeta smiles, kissing your forehead.

"Of course, sweetheart," he says, helping you into your panties. You feel a bit embarrassed, but Peeta makes you feel safe and comfortable.

Peeta then puts on his gray t-shirt that you asked for. Once his t-shirt is on you, he crouched down to put his sweatpants on you. You were so happy and comfortable in his clothes.

"Let's go eat dinner, it's already set on the table," Peeta says, picking you up effortlessly. You let him, leaning your head on his shoulder as he takes you to the table.

He places you in a chair, hot food in front of you. He sits next to you, his hand coming to rest on your thigh.

"This looks delicious, Peeta. Thank you again," you say, taking a bite. It melts into your mouth. Peeta was always an amazing cook.

"This tastes amazing," you mumble in between bites.

"I'm glad you're enjoying it," Peeta chuckles.

It doesn't take long until the plates are cleared. Peeta stands up first, taking your used dishes and his to the sink. He quickly washes them before making his way back to you.

"Come on," Peeta says, picking you up in his arms once again. You wrap your arms around his neck, turning your head to see where he's leading you.

"Where are we going now," you ask as Peeta walks down the hall.

"To the bedroom. I'm going to give you a massage," Peeta says, walking into the bedroom. He plopped you down on the bed, slowly rolling you onto your stomach.

"Peeta, I don't need a massage," you say, squinting your eyes at him.

"Yes, you do, and I'm going to give it to you," Peeta says, immediately ending the debate before preparing to massage you.

Peeta passes you a pillow, making you comfortable. You rest your head against it.

His hands came to the top of your shoulders, his fingers pressing into them. You inhale, feeling the pent-up tension leave your body. Peeta continued to massage your body, his palms pressing in places you didn't know you needed release.

"Oh my god," you mumble, twitching as you feel him press firmly into a certain sore spot.

"See, you needed a massage," Peeta chuckles, continuing to massage you. He massaged it until you felt nothing but goosebumps. It felt amazing. You felt so relaxed.

Hums left your lips, feeling his hands press against your shoulders once again. He rolled his thumb over the bridge between your shoulder and neck. You groan, hearing Peeta chuckle at your response.

After a few moments, you leaned up on your elbows. Your body almost fell back down against the mattress, you felt completely numb. You sit up, looking into Peeta's eyes.

"Thank you. That felt so nice," you mumble, leaning into his chest. Peeta smiles, wrapping his arms around you and rubbing your back.

"You're welcome, sweetheart. I'm glad I could help you relax," Peeta says, kissing your cheek sweetly. You giggle at the ticklish feeling, you pull him closer as you wrap your legs around him.

"Are you tired" Peeta asks, pulling back to look at your face. He analyzes your expression, seeing the way you fought to keep your eyes open.

"Mhm," you mumble, barely even making out a word, only a hum. Peeta adored it, finding your tired state adorable.

"Go to sleep, love," Peeta whispered, standing up real quick to turn off the lights. Your eyes didn't even get to adjust to the darkroom, you had fallen asleep almost instantly.

Peeta smiles gently, helping you under the covers. He crawled under them himself, spooning your body. He rubbed your back gently, slipping his hand under your clothes to feel your skin. He was so happy and grateful to have you, his wife, falling asleep in his arms.

#peeta mellark #peeta x reader #the hunger games #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson x reader

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

Desert Heat

Ship: Naga!Agatha x Reader

Summary: It isn't very often your lifemate gets to stretch her limbs...

Word Count: 1.1k

Disclaimer: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

Warnings: Oral (r receiving), mommy kink, unsafe heat exposure, sand, bondage, (forced) humping/grinding, bunny kink, possessiveness

A/n: Happy Holloween everyone!!

You lounge back in the lawn chair, a large umbrella casting a cool shade as the battery powered fan blows on your face.

You sip from a canteen, the water not quite hot yet, but past tepid.

You can spot her dark curls in the distance, and you smile as you watch it weave back and forth.

A long, content sigh passes through your lips.

So rarely does your lifemate get to really stretch her limbs like this, and watching her eagerly traverse the warm sand makes the deadly heat worth putting up with.

Her hair disappears, before a cloud of sand is shaken from it, and you're startled into laughter.

“I'm so holding that against you.” You chuckle to yourself. “Rolling around like a toddler.”

You close your eyes as the open air buzzes with heat, drowsing.

“Little bunny should know better than to sleep when they know a predator is around.”

You squeal with shock at Agatha's voice, her tongue gently flicking against your ear.

She throws her head back and cackles, and you half heartedly hit her arm, twisted around in your chair to glare at her.

“Agatha!” You protest. “How did you even get from there to here so quick?”

“Mmm…” She hums, her eyelids fluttering as she rubs her cheek against the crown of your head. “I'm very fast.”

“And silent, apparently.” You grump.

She laughs again, brushing her lips against your exposed skin.

“As much fun as it is to be able to race around,” she says, “I think there's something far more… Enticing sitting so prettily right here.”

Seductiveness drips from her voice, oozing through, and usually, it would be enough to enrapture you.

Usually.

“Not in the sand you don't.” You scold. “Sand gets everywhere, Agatha.”

Smooth, warm scales begin sliding over your exposed legs, and you shiver at the sensation.

“You and I both know I can take what I want without a grain of sand ever touching you, little bunny.”

At her whisper, you have to bite back a whine, shifting as arousal starts to pool between your thighs.

“Agatha.” You warn.

She leaves an open mouthed kiss on your neck, and you instinctively arch into the touch, a short gasp leaving you as you feel the tips of her fangs caress the sensitive flesh.

“Mine.” She hisses, her coils suddenly tightening, making you aware that you're now firmly in her grasp.

“T-the sand.” You stutter insistently.

Agatha growls.

“Fine.” She snaps.

Before you could blink, you're being hoisted by her sheer strength off of the lawn chair and into the air, her thick muscle convulsing as she shifts you about, holding you more safely in her grasp.

“If the next words out of your mouth isn't take me, mommy, I'm taking you back home and I won't let you travel with me anymore.”

The whimper you've been holding back slips through.

“No, I'll be good!” You cry out, knowing her threat is seriously meant. “Take me, mommy!”

Agatha's eyes gleam with her delight, and you find yourself being pulled into their depths.

“That's it, little bunny.” Agatha croons. “Lose yourself to me. You know this is where you belong… In the hands of your predator, helpless.”

You're unable to look away, some unnatural color starting to bleed through the brilliant blue bright eyes that have captured your own.

“‘M your lil’le bun’y.” You slur, fading, dropping.

Agatha’s soft touch sets your body alight, and as she pries your legs open, you relax, trusting the hungry, dangerous look that flashes across her face.

After all, your kind mistress has taught you well.

Little bunnies belong in danger to their betters, to their predators.

To their protectors.

Predator-protector. It had struck you as an oxymoron, initially. An impossibility.

You gasp as Agatha uses her hands to rip your shorts clean in two.

“Mommy!” The plea tears its way from your throat as your cunt throbs with need.

Very quickly, Agatha had corrected your notions of any conflict to her role in your life.

“My precious little one.” Her murmur is sweet, like honey, at contrast to her dark, husky tone.

Her eyes continue to pull and pull, drowning you.

In her eyes, you see the universe, and then fall through the edge, into oblivion.

Into unknown, undone.

Your clothes have disappeared, you can feel how she carefully weaves her body with yours, encasing you with precision, until your chest has been bound in a way that stimulates your burning need, and your bare pussy is against some of the thickest parts of her strong tail.

“Go on, bunny. Make a mess. Put on a show.”

It's not truly an instruction, you couldn't move even if you wanted to, and so Agatha rocks your body against hers, forcing you to grind against her iridescent scales, ripping a moan from you.

“What a good little piece of prey.” Her nose brushes against your ear, her hands beginning to wander, pulling more noises of pleasure from you. “My bunny.”

The utter possessiveness in her voice, the way it sinks beneath you and entraps you to her will – you wildly thrash, trying to get closer to her. Ridiculous as the notion may be, with Agatha literally wrapped around you, the need to be as physically close to her as possible overrides everything else.

A high pitched keening sound is drawn from you as Agatha’s head dips, her coils pulling your legs apart as she lifts you up from where her scales now shimmer in the acrid heat with your wetness, her tongue flicking deliciously against your soaked center.

“Mommy!” Your hips buck, attempting to hump at her face. “Fuck!”

Agatha’s low chuckle sends your eyes rolling, and the short gasps she pulls from you only eggs her on as she eats you out.

It isn't very long before your peak rapidly approaches, but that doesn't phase Agatha, who seems determined to drown in your essence.

“My bunny.” She murmurs against your core as she waits for the shocks passing through your body to die down. “My treasure.”

The adoration makes you whimper, a tear of pleasure finally rolling free.

“Agatha.” You hoarsely beg.

Your lifemate shifts her coils, and she envelopes you into her embrace.

You stay like that for a long while, face pressed against Agatha’s soft chest, breathing in her scent of wildflowers and petrichor, her fingers gently running through your hair.

The air buzzes with silence, the only other sound is your soft breathing that matches your lover's.

A yawn eventually grips you, and Agatha sighs.

“Come, dear.” She softly croons. “Let's get you settled for a nap.”

“Mmm… Okay…” You drowsily agree.

Agatha’s smile is pressed against your forehead as she gently kisses you, and you let out a content sigh of your own.

“Will you stay and cuddle?” You slur out as Agatha starts slithering with you still being held in her arms.

“Of course. Anything you want, superstar.”

You smile.

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[sublimecatgalaxy]

let’s try this again😅 negan is negan; a big, loud-mouthed, cocky bastard, but as soon as reader comes into his line of view, he’s putty in her hands. i’m talking hanging onto her every word, punishing anyone who looks at her for longer than three seconds, completely obsessed with her.

honestly whatever you want to do with this is fine, i just wanna imagine being fawned over for a little while 😌

LOOOOOVE THIS. This is a little bit of a jump in time from where you're at right now but I kept it as vague as possible!

"So, when did you meet him?" Michonne asks, her voice wavering a bit as I shift anxiously in my seat, not completely comfortable that I have to talk about Negan to his enemies.

"His men found me in the woods when he was in charge of the Sanctuary." I respond simply, biting anxiously at the inside of my cheek as my frown deepens, watching Michonne turn to look back at Rick.

"And what was your first impression?"

"Well, well, well!" A man cheers, appearing beside me, swinging his bat in front of him and the room quiets. I fidget in my seat, my mouth drying as I look up at him with wide eyes. "What might your name be?" He asks, kneeling down in front of me, his eyes softening.

"Y/n." I mutter, clearing my throat with a shiver. He nods slowly, turning back to the men behind him.

"Someone get my friend Y/n here some clothes and some food." He grins, his eyes never leaving mine for one second as I feel my heart rate begin to decline, my fear dissipating as he offers me a hand. "Let me show you around, how 'bout that?"

"You're telling me he was kind to you?" Rick asks, his brows furrowed in complete and utter disbelief.

"He welcomed me into the Sanctuary with no issues. He saw to it that I was settled and knew my way around." I explain, eyes darting back and forth between Rick and Michonne as the chains around my ankle clang against the table in front of me.

"What did you do there? What was your role?"

"Lovely day today, huh?" I ask Negan as I approach him from behind, his head craning to peer over his shoulder at me. A soft grin spreads across his face as he quickly shoos the other men away from him, ending their conversation abruptly.

"Even better now that you're here." He flirts, my eyes rolling bashfully. "What can I do for you, sweetheart?" He asks and my feet shuffle against the gravel beneath me as I try desperately to ignore the walkers set up along the fence.

"I had an issue when I was trying to sell some bread I made-"

"How about this, give me the names of the people who keep bugging you and I'll make sure they don't do shit to you anymore." He offers, not bothering to hear the rest of the story, alleviating some of the pressure weighing down on me.

"He helped me fit in. He was nothing but kind to me- I know that he wasn't always kind to everyone though." I mutter, worried that they would think poorly of me simply based off of my close association with Negan, a man they hated so much but for good reason. "I know what he did to your friends. I'm truly sorry for your losses." Rick's face drops as he lowers his gaze to the ground, Michonne clearing her throat as she gets back on topic.

"Did he ever hurt you? Did you ever see him hurt someone else?"

"You say sorry to her right now or I swear to god, your face is going to look like Dwighty boys here but I will not stop until your whole face looks like goddamn leather!" Negan yells, pressing my harassers face into the metal table in front of us. I clutch the side of my face that he hit just moments ago, right after calling me 'Negans bitch'.

"I'm sorry- I'm really sorry, Negan-"

"No!" Negan yells, causing me to jump beside him, his eyes flickering over to me briefly. "Sorry sweetheart- I just have to get the point across that no one- and I mean no one- can talk to you like that without suffering the very severe consequences that Lucille and I have to offer!"

"Only a few times. When men would get too close to me, when they'd threaten me, flirt with me." I explain shakily, wanting so deserpately to go to wherever they have Negan hidden away, to make sure that he's alright and that- even though they had every right to kill him- he was safe and shown mercy.

"Why?" Michonne asks once more, her eyes softening as she reaches out to take my hand and it's now that I realize there are hot tears trailing down my cheeks, the separation from the only friend I've had in so long taking a deep toll on me as I choke out.

"He was the only one in that whole place who spoke to me, actually listened to me."

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Dandelions - Ruth B

Masterlist - Previously - Next Chapter

tw: mention of depression, suicid*l thoughts

And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine

Charles woke up with a tremendous headache the next morning. He fumbled for a familiar presence but found only an empty bed. He struggled to sit up and opening his eyes was agony. On his bedside table were some aspirin and a glass of fruit juice, which he drank in one gulp. He could hear noises coming from the living room and tried to get up to see what Lyanna was up to. The room was swaying dangerously and he had to try twice before he reached the door. The light dazzled him and he wondered what time it could be.

Lyanna was busy getting her things together and packing her bags. The next day she was off to New York for a photoshoot and an interview with a major magazine that she had been putting off for several months. Part of her couldn't help but laugh when she saw Charles stumble into the room. She felt sorry for him and went over to him to help him onto the sofa.

“Tough morning?” she sarcastically asked.

“Don’t laugh. I feel like my head is about to explode. I’m not drinking ever again.”

“That’s what they all say. So this is true then, once 25 years old is over your body can’t handle alcohol anymore.”

“I handle alcohol very well.”

“Sure, seems like it.”

“Laugh all you want; I'll remind you of this when you're 25.”

“Still two years to enjoy then!”

She continued to walk back and forth across the apartment, while Charles watched her, trying as best he could to recover. Once she was done, she sat beside him as he let his head rest on her shoulder.

“What do you want to do today? Since it’s my last day, I was thinking we could do something just the two of us.”

“I’m in no state to go out so maybe we can do something chill?”

“Like what? Netflix? You promised me we would watch Drive to Survive together if I remember, months ago.”

“If I promised you then, I shall keep it.”

Halfway through the last season, Charles fell asleep while Lyanna was deeply into the show. She was amazed by how Netflix managed to make it overly dramatic when it was not that deep. Still, she thought that Charles looked good on camera. As if it were made for him. A shame he was such a bad actor, Hollywood would love him.

Charles's head was now resting on the young woman's lap. Lyanna ran her hand tenderly through his hair, finding him very cute like that. Her heart ached at the thought of having to leave the next day and abandon him, even if only for a few days. She would meet him again in Austin but she knew that they would only have a short time for each other. Charles had a Grand Prix to win and apart from being there for emotional support, there was little more she could do.

She was more apprehensive about Austin than she cared to admit. Deep down, she knew there would be a before and an after. This was their first official public outing as a couple and she knew the media would have a field day. She just hoped that it wouldn't be the only topic of conversation in the media and that Charles would be able to dodge questions about their relationship.

She was happy in Monaco, away from it all and with Charles. A protective little bubble just for them, far from her daily routine and her obligations. She still had a bit of trouble with the city, but she was getting used to it. She thought back to what Kika had said to her a few weeks earlier and she finally understood what she meant. It wasn't that she was getting used to Monaco or that she was beginning to like the city, it was the presence of Charles at her side that made everything better. She knew that no matter where she was, if he was near her, everything would be fine. Then reality hit her as hard as a speeding truck. She was falling in love or maybe she already was, she didn't know. She couldn't work out when it had happened, it was just there.  She had no real idea what love was or what she was supposed to feel. But this feeling of well-being, this urge to stupidly smile every time Charles broke into her thoughts, which happened far too often than she cared to admit, this desire to be close to him all the time, she knew it went far beyond simple infatuation. 

The air suddenly ran out of her. She tried awkwardly to get up from the sofa without waking Charles, but failed miserably.

“Lya? What’s wrong?” he groggily asked.

She didn't seem to be listening to him, too busy analysing what she had just realised. She was in a state of panic, pacing up and down the room in front of Charles, completely lost and wondering if his girlfriend had gone mad.

“Love, are you listening to me?”

He ended up ambushing her in a corner of the room, taking her in his arms and forcing her to look at him. She looked confused and on the verge of tears, which frightened Charles.

“Lyanna, talk to me. Please baby, you are scaring me.”

“Charles… I’m so sorry, I don’t know how or when it happened…”

“What happened love? Tell me, I promise I won’t be mad, I just need you to tell me what’s wrong so I can help you.”

“Charles, I think I’m in love with you!” she blurted out, choking on her words.

Charles's heart skipped a beat. He had imagined this moment in so many ways, but never, ever, had he thought that it would be Lyanna who would say those words first, let alone that she would be in this state when she confessed them. Charles let out a small laugh, which soon turned into a full-blown laugh. A big mistake, because it only made Lyanna panic even more, as she couldn't understand what was so funny about it.

“It’s really not funny, Charles! Stop laughing out me!”

Seeing her distraught expression, Charles stopped immediately. He approached her gently, cupping her face in his hands and resting his forehead against hers.

“You think you are in love with me? My Lyanna, I’ve fallen for you a long time ago but was too stupid pour admit it. I was waiting for the perfect occasion to tell you without scaring you away but you just beat me to it. You never cease to surprise me.”

“You love me?” she asked needed to be sure of Charles’ feelings.

“So much. You have no idea to the extent.”

“Okay. It’s good.”

He giggled while capturing her lips with his.

“It’s good indeed.”

“It’s a scary feeling for me.”

“I know. For me as well, but we will work it out and everything will be fine, I promise.”

“I’m in love.” She repeated again, seeming to fully comprehend how deep her feelings ran for him.

A long smile stretched across her lips and her body relaxed as Charles traced small circles down her back. The young woman stood on her tiptoes and placed her lips gently against Charles'. This kiss conveyed much more than her feelings for him, it was a promise. A promise that she wouldn't run away and that even if admitting she loved him made her feel vulnerable in a way she hated, she wouldn't back down.

“Don’t break my heart, okay?” she told him, pulling away and resting her cheek against his chest where she could feel his heart beating loud.  

“Don’t break mine either.” He responded, kissing the top of her head, and pressing her against him a little closer as if he wanted their bodies to become one.

They spent the rest of the day in the comfort of each other's arms whispering sweet I love you’s between kisses. For both Lyanna and Charles the day after would be hard to let go of each other.

And indeed it was. Lyanna never cried that much when it came to say goodbye and Charles had a hard time letting her go through the security’s doors. It was especially harder considering that her flight was long and they would not be able to talk to each other as much as they wanted.

Charles spent the day, brooding alone in the apartment where everything started to remind him of Lyanna. How cute she looked, cutting vegetables in his kitchen, how perfect she was in his bed when she was wearing nothing but one of his shirt, how ethereal she looked on his balcony during golden hour. He was so whipped, he knew that. He probably looked stupid behaving like a lost puppy, but he did not care. She loved him. She said the three little words. Her. To him. Not the other way around. And the thought of it made him feel like his feet were no longer glued to the ground.

On the other side of the Atlantic, after a long flight and a few hours' rest, it was time for Lyanna to get ready for her shoot and the interview that would follow. So it was with eyes ringed by lack of sleep and red from crying during the 10-hour flight that she greeted the hairdresser, make-up artist and stylist. Several hours later, she was barely recognisable.

The photo session went off without a hitch, Lyanna being used to it. When she had finished, she was ushered into a small room away from the hall where the photos had been taken, where a journalist was waiting for her, coffee in hand.

“Miss Michel, I’m Elena Doherty, it’s me who is going to conduct the interview today.”

“Pleasure, to meet you.”

Elena motioned for her to take a seat in one of the armchairs as an assistant came to bring her a cup of tea.

“You don’t mind it being recorder, right? So I’m sure the transcription of your words will be correct.”

Lyanna told her that everything was fine with her and Elena finished putting everything in place before settling down to face her.

"So, Lyanna. First of all, I'd like to thank you for your time and for agreeing to this interview. I know your words have been few and far between in recent years. It’s going to be an intimate interview. Imagine that as a journey inside the mind of a talented actress that some dare to call a once in a lifetime kind of prodigy.” Started the journalist.

“I don’t know if that would be accurate. It’s probably a bit too much.”

“But that’s what people said when it came to your performance in the last Steven Spielberg’s movie that owned you an Oscar nomination for best supporting actress.”

“To be honest, I don’t really read what the press says about me. I care about art and work well done, not reviews.”

“But surely you must be flattered to hear such things about you.”

“Well, of course. It’s always a pleasure to see people enjoying your work, especially when there are so many people involved in a project. I’m a team player, I’m never going to take all the credit for a movie. I’m proud of my work for this one, but what makes me even prouder is the effort the whole team put in it. A movie cannot be great if the team is not at 100% no matter how good the actors are.”

“That’s for sure. You were recently involved in Flowers and Crowns, a romcom that you shot in Monaco. Care to tell us a bit more about what made you jumped in the project? It was a bit bold, especially since everyone was expecting to see you aim for bigger and Oscar worthy type of movies.”

“I’ve always been someone who follows my guts. There is nothing interesting to say about it. I loved the script, I’ve never done a romcom before and I think after all the pressure from the Oscars, I needed to do something light where I could have fun.”

“And did you? Have fun, I mean.”

“I did yes. I think people will enjoy the movie. In terms of vibes it’s a mix between a Bridget Jones’ type of humour and Notting Hill with Julia Roberts and Hugh Grant. I can’t wait for it to be released.”

“Can you tell us a bit more about your character or is it still something you cannot say?”

“Well, I guess that I can tell you that from all the amazing characters I had the chance to portray, she is definitely the one who is least like me. I can't say any more at the risk of being told off by production.” She added while laughing.

“Shooting in Monaco must have been a dream though, it’s a dreamy location for a movie. Did you feel like you were working or was it more like holidays’ vibes? What was it like?”

“Well it was very different from what I’m used to, very sunny and hot if you compared it to London where I live. But of course, it’s beautiful. We had the chance to shoot in various places, not only in studios. And it was amazing for me to be able to speak French for once.”

“I can’t beat around the bush any longer Lyanna, you must know it, but there were some rumours about you and F1 driver Charles Leclerc while you were shooting the movie. I won’t ask if it’s true because I know that you are not one to talk about private matters in the media. I’m going to ask how you handled that?”

Lyanna gulped and looked at the window. When her agent asked her if she would like to the interview, her first question was to ask for the most trustworthy journalist to conduct it and to not ask personal questions.

“It was hard. I don’t have the greatest relationship with the medias, it’s not new, you know that. So seeing my private life once again being displayed and speculated for entertainment purposes was not a good feeling. It brought back a lot of bad memories.”

“For our readers that might not know what we are talking about, do you feel like explaining?”

“A few years ago, I was a victim of what we call revenge porn. I was in a relationship that did not end well and the person I was with at the time decided to leak intimate pictures and videos of me in the press. The worst thing is that all the videos and pictures had been taken without me knowing about it. And from there onwards, things started to go downhill.

 I started to get harassed by paparazzi to the point that I could no longer leave my flat since they were always outside of my building, waiting for me to come out. I’ve been called names on social media as well as in magazines. You can imagine what kind of things were said. I was dropped by brands and projects that did not want their names to be associated with mine. I lost everything to the point that I had to fly back home to hide.

I was not eating anymore, I was spending my days in bed and I’m sad to admit it, but at some point, I started to wonder why I was still on this planet. What for? And that maybe people would be better off without me since this whole thing had repercussions on my family. My mom was shamed because of me to give an example. Later I was diagnosed with PTSD and depression. And you know, the worst in this story is that I’m the one who was blamed for everything when my ex-boyfriend was able to get away with it unscathed. More than that, he was praised for it, people were saying at the time how lucky he was to have broken up with me considering that I had no shame posing for pictures. I was the victim but everyone put the blame on me. It took months if not almost a year for the truth to be told but it was too late and up until today, I’m still blamed for this story.”

“How did you get through it?”

“With the love and support of the people around me and a lot of therapy sessions. I spend the year following the event working on myself to get back on my feet.”

“And career wise, how did you manage to come back on top?”

“I thought that I would never step on a movie set ever again. I really thought it was over for me. I had to start all over again. No important names from the industry wanted me back, so I started to shoot short movies, unpaid ones sometimes, and I started to work with independent directors on low budget movies. It was an amazing experience despite the circumstances. It really brought back my confidence. I think, somehow, it saved me, and I will be forever grateful for those projects. I thought that it would be my career from now on. And the Steven Spielberg called me and who can say no to Steven Spielberg? The rest is history.”

“I have to ask the question after hearing your story, how are you today, Lyanna?”

“I’m proud and glad to say that I’m happy. Really happy. Probably the happiest I’ve ever been. I have a good support system; I work with the most trustful people and I’m not putting pressure on myself. The projects I choose are ones I truly believe into. I don’t have special career plans; I go with the flow. And I have fun, that what is the most important.”

“I’m glad to hear that. If you could change something in the industry you work in, what would it be? If there was a message you wish to pass on, what would it be?”

“I wish Hollywood would be more supportive of women for starters. And to advocate more when it comes to mental health. So many artists struggle with it and it would be nice for us to feel supported by the industry.”

“Thank you, Lyanna, for your time. I wish you the best in your future endeavors.”

“Thank you, Elena. “

When Lyanna returned to her hotel room, she felt relieved. It was as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, and for the first time she was looking forward to reading the article in the press. It couldn't have been late in Monaco, she knew that Charles was due to fly out soon and that he must have been in the middle of packing his bags, so she grabbed her phone to send him a message in which she told him, without going into too much detail, how the interview had gone. She was surprised to see him answering her almost immediately.

I’m so proud of you. I know how painful it must have been to relived that. I can’t wait to read it and to see you. I already miss you like crazy. I love you.

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author's note: SHE SAID IT. Finally. I so loved writing this chapter. I just love how cute they are. Next chapter, Austin GP... I can't wait. As usual, I'm always happy to hear your thoughts and reactions in the comments, in the ask box or through DM. Take care!

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[habeascorpseus]

ohfuckohfuck okay: for the writing prompt- red!tangy speculation

cuz here's the thing about tango and jimmy, theyre really similar. friendly - sure. prone to play and easy to tease. a mite possessive, and not known for keeping a cool head.

but while dignity is one thing theyll willingly give up to keep themself alive, i can't imagine them taking a hit to each other well. maybe joel hits a bit too rough or maybe grian miscalculates a 'friendly' nudge and costs a bit more than tango's breath.

their shared life is precious, you know.

"OW! Joel, come on-" Jimmy's cry rang out in the dark of the mineshaft, bouncing off the rough-hewn stone and sending a few small spiders scuttling away in fright. A few corridors away, Tango sighed, rubbing his left shoulder as phantom pain flashed through it, turning to Etho and giving him a look.

"What? Did I do something?"

"Can you control your teammate for two seconds?" Tango grumbled. "I swear I had twice as much food before we started this." He rummaged through his inventory for a moment, taking a small bite out of a carrot and sighing in relief at the feeling of their hearts regenerating slightly.

"Hmmm... I've never tried. It's more fun like this, I think," Etho replied blithely, turning back towards the wall he was inspecting for gold. Tango rolled his eyes, turning back to his own side of the wall. Ignoring the stinging in his left side and arm, and raised his pickaxe to continue digging.

"OW! JOEL, CAN YOU QUIT IT ALREADY?!" Jimmy shrieked from down the hall. Tango had barely a second to prepare to not drop his pickaxe on his foot, a sudden piercing agony striking his lower back. His grip seized, and he dropped it to the side, hands reaching to grasp the phantom injury. A health monitor beeped in his communicator, notifying him they were dangerously low.

"What, Jimmy? Can't handle the heat? I thought you liked burning by now!" Joel's taunt drifted into the mineshaft, cheerful and filled with malice. Jimmy's heartbeat raced in Tango's chest, quick and fluttering, and he could almost sense his partner's frantic breathing. This was too much. Straightening up, Tango snapped his head towards Etho, grabbing his axe.

"Etho, control your partner! He's literally trying to kill my soulmate!"

"Again, can't. Probably wouldn't, even if I could," Etho hummed noncommittally, causing the other man to snarl.

"Then I'm sure you won't mind what I'll do to you both if you don't tell him to back off."

In a reckless move he was sure he would regret later, Tango pressed the tip of his axe against the ridge of Etho's spine. Finally, the other man had the decency to sound bothered.

"Now hold on- you and I both know that I'm stronger than you in any battle, and Jimmy is currently losing health rapidly because of Joel," Etho said, tilting his head to the side to affix Tango with a calculated look. "What makes you think that you can get out of this unharmed in any way?"

Tango bared his teeth in a smile, pressing the axe in harder and tearing the back of Etho's vest.

"If the other teams know how much of a threat you two are, you'll be the first to go. Even Bdubs is a smart enough guy to realize that." Beneath his blade, Etho visibly flinched at the simultaneous threat and mention of his former ally. Good. He hoped it stung. For a couple moments, the air was still, Etho's back still turned and Tango's glare burning through his skull. He dug his axe in further, feeling fabric give way to soft flesh.

Then finally, blessedly —

"Joel, you better not be roughing up Jimmy too badly over there!" Etho called out, tilting his head towards the connecting passageway.

"No, of course not! just messing around," Joel's voice echoed back, and Tango breathed a sigh of relief at the feeling of their health beginning to regenerate. Jimmy's heartbeat had slowed to a jogger's pace, and he slowly stepped back from Etho, watching the man's shoulders slump slightly in response.

"I think we've had enough of mining for today," He said, bending to retrieve his pickaxe and the meager amount of resources theyd gathered in his arms. Etho shrugged. "You do you, man."

"Of course. Thanks for everything." He turned on a heel, walking to the entrance of the tunnel, yelling, "Jimmy! we need to go feed the cows!" Jimmy's footsteps echoed through the abandoned mine as he scrambled towards the sound, ratty sneakers smacking wetly against damp stone, heart finally beating normally in their chests. Tango looked back towards Etho, still hunched over the wall, and tossed few unlit torches at his feet.

"Remember what I said. you're the only guys who can decide how much trouble you want to give yourselves. Dont touch Jimmy." His voice rumbled like far off thunder through the small space. Etho's ear twitched slightly, but he otherwise showed no acknowledgement of his offering or threat. Moments later, Jimmy rounded the corner, a relieved smile stretched across his face.

"Got what you needed?" he asked, pressing into his space.

"Eh. I think I already had everything I needed right here," Tango replied, playfully poking his side. Jimmy chortled, and he looped an arm around the winged man's shoulders, turning to guide them towards the direction of home.

#habeas speaks #my art #my writing #asked and answered #anony-mouse-writer #writing prompts #team rancher #tangotek #jimmy solidarity #solidarity gaming #open to interpretation as to whether its romantic tbh

[writers-ex]

made with love

ryujin x fem!reader

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as you begin getting dressed your phone starts buzzing frantically, checking your notifications you see its from the one person you were hoping to see there.

'code gingerbread.' 'this is an emergency' 'plz i need ur help' 'meet me @ my place TT'

panicking from just the first few texts you grab your keys and phone rushing to her place. banging on the door you see a flour covered ryujin in an apron with the most saddest face you've ever seen.

"i burned them…i burned them all how is that even possible??"

"i'm sorry you burned wh-oh my gosh did you turn off the oven?" catching a whiff of something burning you rush inside and follow the scent to the kitchen, turning off the oven you look over to see ryujin staring mindlessly at the black cookies lying on the table. patting her back you hand her some water and clean up the mess, after taking out the trash you pinch her cheek slightly. "ok now that that's been taken care of tell me from the beginning what happened."

ryujin recounts how she was told by jihyo to bring cookies but this time she bought ingredients and wanted to try baking them only she didn't understand how long they needed to be cooked for and burnt the batch. in a panic she called you and now here you cleaning up her mess.

"it's fine jin, lucky for you i know a great baker on tiktok that can help us. just give me a minute-" swiping on your phone your feed shows up 'brownies'n'felix' watching one of his videos you give her a thumbs up. "now i know what to do! start making some shapes and i'll handle the rest." after making cookies of all shapes and sizes you manage to bake them with only two looking burnt, waiting around for them to cool you prepare some frosting and hand ryujin a pipping bag.

"ok now comes the hard part…decorating them. obviously mine are going to come out better-"

"um no they're not. i'm shin ryujin, the ace of everything."

"except baking."

"shut up. i can frost more cookies than you and i'll prove it to you!" sharing a look the two of you nod begin drawing little designs and faces on each cookie. getting closer to each other you notice that ryujin is beating you so to slow her down you swipe some frosting on her face and giggle making her drop the bag and have the access frosting land on your shirt. the two of you gasp and look at each other with a mischievous gaze, ryujin slowly reaches down to grab her green bag and quickly squeezes its contents all over your face making you groan.

"RYUJIN!!!" laughing you grab the access flour and throw it at her making her cough and vulnerable to more attacks. the two of you have at it until the supplies runs out and you're both covered in head to toe with frosting, flour, cookie dough, and what you think are rainbow sprinkles.

"ok ok truce!!" holding your hands up ryujin stops herself from throwing more flour at you. "i think the cookies have had enough of our jackson pollock art and we'll be late to the party if we keep this up."

"fineeee…you're no fun." walking over to you ryujin smirks. "buuuut you do look like a snack~" blushing you swat her now very close face from your own and find yourself backing up hitting the edge of the kitchen counter as ryujin corners you. giving you a slow once over she stops and stares directly into your eyes with a knowing look. "i think we both need to shower."

"yes i know that so i'll wait here and-"

"want to join me~?"

"RYUJIN?!" laughing she heads to a room and comes back with a change of clothes.

"i'm kidding i'm kidding!! you go first though i'll clean up now." handing you some clothes she pushes you toward the bathroom. once you come out you see ryujin once again in the kitchen in the middle of pipping one heart shaped cookie.

"jin i'm done." walking behind her you spot her attempting to write something on the cookie. "'i heart you' in a heart shaped cookie, wow that's so original~" startled she drops the bag and pouts.

"DONT SCARE ME LIKE THAT!! i almost ruined your cookie?!" laughing at her angry face you let her words register and stop to look at a flushed ryujin. "what? you heard me!! i'm making you a confession cookie because i like you but feel too awkward to tell you." taking the cookie from her you look down at it and smile making her give you an odd look.

"well that's good news because... i like you too and this is the cutest thing anyone has ever done for me." her shoulders slump in relief as she hears your answer.

"you're welcome~" puckering her lips ryujin tries to get a kiss from you but you block her with your cookie.

"not now my little baker, go change and maybe i'll consider it."

"yes ma'am!" rushing to the bathroom she closes the door enough to peak her head out. "now do you want to join me?"

"RYUJIN!!!!"

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#cold choices: an icy itzy story #hannie.writes #ryujin x fem reader #itzy x fem reader #ryujin x reader #ryujin x fem!reader #ryujin fluff #ryujin #itzy fluff

[lyssak09]

Dean Winchester hc

Reader is female. I'll get better at writing reader as gender neutral. I promise!

75% scarry boi and 25% cinnamon roll

Definitely has at least slight anger issues and delusional

You might have been another hunter or someone he met in a bar. Either way, it doesn't matter

When he first laid eyes on you, you looked like an angel. Just absolutely stunning.

When he first started talking to you you just thought he was cocky

While he thought you were just amazing. Like he can't find the proper words to describe you. You are just perfect

So he goes up to you and starts flirting.

You might play along or just very politely decline his advances

Either way, he wears you down and gets you to go out with him

After you start to get to know him you see he is a very sweet person. And eventually you'll start dating

In the beginning phase of your relationship it was perfect. For the most part

Dean was a bit clingy but nothing bad. Just a few puppy eyes here and there whenever you try to leave without him

But as time goes on he becomes worse. More clingy, pushy, demanding, and possessive

Dean will force/manipulate you to move in with him and tries to cut off any contact someone has with you.

He will barely let you around Sam and Cas. Everytime you're around them Dean will have a tight hand around your own hand or waist, pulling you close to him

If you do somehow manage to go out by yourself Dean will find out (he may or may not put a track on your phone and in you) and go after you. He might force you home or if you've been good he'll let you think you're alone but will just stalk you.

Dean will start to demand you to do little things. Such as kissing him when he demands asks or making you cuddle with him and not letting you up

If the rest of Team Free Will ask about you and if they can hangout with you Dean will 100% become either defensive, dodge the question, or just make up excuses

Eventually you'll get tired of his ways and try to leave

"DEAN!" Y/N yelled. "CALM DOWN! I was just hanging out with my friends!" she said in fear. I continued to throw my fit and destroy part of the bunker. "THEY'RE TRYING TO TAKE YOU FROM ME. WHY ARE YOU FRIENDS WITH ALL THEM?!" I yelled and chucked a lamp across the room. Y/N flinched and got angry. "Because they are my best friends! I've known them longer than you! I love them, you jerk!" She yelled. "THEY'RE NOT WORTH YOUR TIME. ONLY I AM." I yell and walk towards her. "I'm done Dean. You've made me lose half of my friends, made me move in with you even though I wasn't ready, and so much more. We're over Dean." I hear her say. As she gets ready to leave it hits me that she's leaving me. "DON'T YOU DARE WALK OUT THAT DOOR Y/N. I LOVE YOU. YOU'RE MINE" I yell as I grab her wrist. "I belong to no one. Especially you." "Baby, you aren't allowed to leave me ever. You're mine." I say to and tighten my grasp on her wrist. Y/N scoffs and yanks her wrist back and walks out the door. "Son of a bitch!" I yell. She's mine. I love her and she loves me. I threw a chair in anger. Who does she think she is?! She belongs to me!

Dean will wait for a few days. I mean you love him, so you'll come back to him, right? He'll call you everyday and stalk watch you from a far

He'll get tired of waiting and stright up kidnap you. Once he has you back home you're screwed.

You will be chained up. And if you want out to use the restroom or give your wrists and or ankles a break you will have to give Dean something back in return

"You wanna shower? Cuddle with me then"

He loves an contact you give him. He won't admit it but he is touchstarved. So if you wanna manipulate him then let him cuddle you, play with his hair, ect.

If you talk back or just misbehave then he will be pissed. Dean will throw things, yell, and will be very forceful. If you don't apologize for whatever then he will grab you by the throat and force you too.

After an argument or a rough day between the two of you, Dean will grab you and make you sit on his lap and try to get you to laugh. He thinks your laugh is the most mesmerizing thing. Its music to him.

Dean's main goal is to get you to depend on him/ love him and as a bonus, maybe start a family.

Dean wants to spoil you and just do couple things together. But that is all based on your behavior. If you're bad then you're getting punished

He will also use your loved ones against you. Even Castiel or Sam. And Dean is terrifying and serious about his threats. So don't test him

Dean is delusional. So he doesn't think what he is doing is wrong. You're his future wife so there is nothing wrong with kidnapping taking you home and training preparing you for your life together.

Now we all know Dean is a quite a drinker. So when he gets drunk he does get more irritable so take caution. When he is drinking he knows what he's doing is wrong, but he doesn't care.

Dean loves you more than life itself. If you escape he will tear the world apart in search of you.

Remember that he loves you. More than you know

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere headcanon #yandere male #yandere #yandere dean winchester x reader #yandere dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester #yandere supernatural #supernatural #Lyssa's hcs #Miss Blue writing

[themonotonysyndrome]

I'm down for anything from you, m'lady!

What about something like modern!AU + Coffee shop!AU with Warren/Cupcake or Celi/Castin? 👀

Like any good RomCom, it begins with a bad a bad pickup line in a coffee shop.

"If I have four quarters to give to the four prettiest women in the world, you would have a dollar!"

You press your lips into a straight line, mustering every bit of willpower not to laugh the longer the woman in front of you remains silent and the more sweat dripping down the cashier's neck.

"Are you saying that I'm only worth a dollar?"

Oh shit, oh shit. You just get chills running down your spine. Abort! Abort! Diving underneath a nearby table sounds a lot better than your initial order for coffee and blueberry muffins. But like watching a trainwreck, your feet are firmly planted on the ground due to morbid curiosity. How on earth is the cashier going to save his skin from this? Judging from his 'deer in a headlight' expression, you have very little hope for him.

"N-No! I just, uh, wait. Lemme try that again - " Your jaw is on the floor. Is he seriously going to try - "I'm confused. I thought happiness started with H, but mine starts with U."

"Does anyone ever tell you that you have dyslexia?"

"Yeesh, I'm just trying to give a compliment, sweetheart. You don't have to be so high and mighty about it."

"And I'm just trying to get my tea, but I guess we're both disappointed."

Stares. Nothing but silent stares from the both of them. It's a good thing that the cafe is empty right now because the queue will not be moving anytime soon. Fortunately, your boyfriend emerges from the storage at the back to break the awkward tension.

"What the - Castin, go get her order already. The lunch rush is gonna hit us in half an hour and we'll die if we don't take out the breads by then."

The cashier rolls his eyes and suddenly smirks. "Just for that, I'm gonna add extra sugar to your black tea."

The woman in front of you hurries over to the side, scolding him for his blatant disrespect only for her voice to be drowned out by the tea machines. Watching her trying to throw hands from across the counters is hilarious.

"Hey, Cupcake. Done with classes for the day?" Warren greets, now manning the cash registry. He looks good with the sleeves of his favourite flannel shirt rolled up and an adorable blue apron tied around the waist. Although if you asked him, he'd much prefer working without a shirt. It gets more customers, that's what he likes to say.

"All done. That's why I like Mondays. No more lecturers after 11 AM." You say in a sing-song voice. "And you know what that means?"

"My Cupcake will be chilling with me until the end of the shift?" Warren guesses with a beaming grin.

"You know it! I love catching up with my schoolwork here. The muffins are to die for. Speaking of which..."

"I'll get it ready for, ya. With your usuals too?"

"Yes, please."

The shop is perfectly located between two of the biggest universities in the country. A branch of the e-commerce university from Steelgate and the Imperial Academy for All. Needless to say, students flock here on a regular basis while those like Warren and Castin are taking a gap year to fatten up their funds for future tuition.

So it's not strange to see a student dropping up for a quick pick me up. What's strange is the same woman from yesterday returning once more.

"Welcome to Desmond Coffee & Cafe! How can I - Oh. Back so soon, sweetheart?"

"I'd rather you use my name instead of that inane term of endearment turn insult, Hammer."

"Well then, pray tell; what's your name?"

"It's Celica. The same one you've written on my cups for the last month, remember?"

"Right, right. And do you even bother to remember my name, Celica?"

"How can not? You're the most obnoxious quarterback and foreign exchange student from Intacia."

"C'mon~ It's alright to say it. Names don't bite~"

"Look, can I just have my usual orders? My next class is in 15 minutes."

"Well, if you feel like saying the magic word, I'll get right on it."

"...Fine. My tea and macaroons better be on the house if you make me late, Castin."

#monotony's rambling #desmond asmr #oneshot #coffee shop au #castin hammer #baroness (oc) #warren #cupcake (listener) #too lazy to make cupcake into a proper oc #thank you so much for this ask moonbug! #this was fun

[realityandrebirth]

Summary: Morro encounters a ghost with the power of a djinn.

Warnings: …none, probably? Morro goes through some pain ig.

@morrotober

Morrotober: Day Eight

Morro was thrown to the ground with not even a greeting. "Ow!" He rolled on his back. "What the hell, Nya!"

The woman slammed her boot on his chest. "My name is Delara," she said while Morro squirmed to free himself. "You would do well to remember that."

Once he had calmed own enough to think, Morro tried to put together what had happened. The woman was clearly Nya, wearing the same clothes he had just seen Nya in earlier, except that she had a different voice and was claiming to be someone else. Another ghost, he thought to himself. If the ninja hadn't insisted on putting him in vengestone cuffs, he might have had a chance of fighting her, but when did he have any luck?

"Sure," he said. "I don't think the ninja are going to take kindly to another ghost possessing another one of their friends."

Delara scoffed. "I am simply reclaiming what should have been mine from the beginning," she said.

"I did that, too. Didn't work out."

She smiled. "Your name is Morro, correct? First student of Master Wu, a general of the Cursed Realm… my, she doesn't have nice things to think about you."

"No shit," said Morro. "What do you want?"

"Dear Morro, what do you want?"

"Excuse me?"

Delara stepped off him and watched him get to his feet. "You are an ambitious young man," she said, "and you want for a life you never got to have. With the power of a djinn, I can grant your heart's desire."

Morro glared at her. "You're not serious," he said. "You're just a ghost, bound by the same laws I am."

"And you could break those laws, should you wish it so. What will it be?"

Morro rolled his eyes. "Sure, I'll play your game. How do I wish for something?"

Delara laughed and held out her hand. "Come with me, Master of Wind."

He only hesitated for a moment before he went with her.

--

"This is a teapot," Morro said. "You're telling me a teapot can grant wishes? Maybe that would explain Wu's whole deal, but–"

"Inside this teapot is a djinn prince," Delara said, holding the gold item close to her body. "He is the source of my power, and he is who will grant your wishes."

Outside the wooden hut, the waves crashed against the ruins of Stiix. Morro grimaced. "Sure, whatever," he said. "How many wishes do I get?"

Delara smiled. "Three. There are rules, of course. You may not wish for more wishes, you may not wish for death, and you may not wish for love."

He tilted his head. "I cannot wish for death. Can I wish for life?"

Her eyes twinkled. "Do you, Morro?"

Morro knew better than to trust a ghost or a djinn, and especially not a ghost with the power of a djinn–but if Delara had the power to bring him back to life, then he would be a fool to pass up that chance.

"Then I wish to be my own, healthy, living self."

Each word was chosen carefully. His own self, so the wish couldn't stick him in someone else's body and claim it fulfilled his desire. Healthy, so he wouldn't be resurrected and immediately succumb to the same poison that killed him before. And, of course, alive, with the ability to grow up and have a future and everything else he never got to have.

"Your wish is yours to keep," Delara said.

Morro thought he was pretty damn clever until the pain hit.

He gasped, a sensation he had forgotten, and doubled over, wrapping his arms around his newly-corporeal body. "Stop!" he shouted. "This isn't what I wished for!"

"Oh, I'm sorry,," Delara said. "Did you not know? It is very, very painful to return to life. She crouched down next to him. "I could make it stop, though. Do you wish it away?"

Morro clenched his teeth hard. Stupid, stupid boy. He had been tricked again, like he should have known would happen. "Fuck you," he gasped. "I wish you would get out and stay out of Nya's body."

Delara's face fell into a scowl. "Very well," she said–and Nya's body toppled over, unconscious, while Delara got to her feet as a ghost.

Morro would have checked on her, but he already knew Nya didn't like him, and the pain worsened by the moment. He could feel every vein growing anew, every organ, every molecule, and it hurt. It took all his strength not to scream.

"You have one more wish, Morro," Delara said. "You never have to be hurt again, if that is your desire. What do you wish for?"

Dammit, he had been through worse than this. The cave, the Cursed Realm, the sea–Morro could barely move, but he reached for the communicator on Nya's wrist.

Delara stomped on his hand and he could no longer stay silent. "Foolish child," she said while Morro howled in pain. "The girl cares not for you. Do you think you will be welcomed back to your master with open arms? Wish it away, and you never have to face your failure again."

He couldn't endure it. "I wish," he said, hot tears pouring down his cheeks, "I wish–"

He didn't get to finish his sentence, because the door was kicked in. "What the hell?" Ronin said, pointing a water gun at Delara. "Nya? Morro? Holy shit–"

Delara glared down at him. "Another time," she said, and fled. She phased through the wall and vanished before Ronin could shoot water at her.

Nya woke when Ronin roused her. Morro managed to calm down enough to weep silently, trembling in pain. He barely noticed when the rest of the ninja arrived, barely understood Wu's attempts to soothe him–scalding hot tea was pressed to his lips, and as he drank it, his senses dulled until the world, mercifully, went dark.

#morrotober #morrotober2022 #wojira duo #ninjago morro #ninjago nya #ninjago delara #lego ninjago #ninjago #delara ninjago #morro ninjago #nya ninjago

[cinnamonm00n]

Skate on The Melted Ice

Chuuya x (fem)reader

Chapter I >>> Chapter II

The Skater Gangs

Reader P. O. V

"Oi Y/N! Move those sexy legs, girl!"

This rings through the ice rink. Bouncing through the empty space to my ears.

I don't even need to raise my head to know who it is.

"Same for you Yosano! How's your toe loop going?" I yell back.

Yosano throws a bag next to me. "Better than your Axel sweetie~" she grins, taking a seat beside me. 

As I strengthen the knot on my skate's laces, I roll my eyes at her antics.

Despite my pseudoannoyed behaviour, I adore this girl! The air already felt more friendly and relaxed with her presence around. 

Clacking of ice skates continues to cut through our silence as Yosano began to tie her skates. 

"Where are rest?" I ask when I got off the bench to stretch. 

"I don't know. I saw Kunikida talking to the president before I came in here, but that's it" she matches her movements to mine as she gets to stretching with me.

"By the way you still owe me 500 yen Nick/N~ Dazai didn't show up yesterday!"

Suddenly the void of my penniless pocket wallows around me in agrivating black depth.

I try to avoid making it bigger:

"Alright... Tell you what then... If he doesn't show up today I give you double, but if he does you give me the money and bragging rights!"  

Yosano's eyebrow flies upwards.

"You really have money to spare? You know he won't show up~" she laid her elbows back on the edge of the rink waiting for me to finish stretching. 

"Maybe today I'll get lucky... " 

We enter the rink, Yosano begins to slide around, her gloved hands painting elegance in her small movements.

All that was missing was her well known dark music and costume to accompany her shillouet and her nickname "The Angel of Death" would be justified. 

I watch her move and on their own my legs slide on the ice. Glazing around the bumpy surface, cold brezze pulling my face into a smile the faster I go. 

Skates scraping across the ice was the sole sound kepping Yosano and me company . Letting the frost in the air float around us peaceful, until a heated crash of...  

"DAZAI!"

I turn around to the source of the commotion only to see Dazai booking it to the rink gate, smoothly transition from running on land to gliding onto the ice, his half tied laces flying behind him. 

"What the..." I whisper as I watch him crouch while sliding to tie one of them.

The skin of my eyelids grew tight as my sight widened at his unbashfully skilled movements.

A swift clank of his skate hitting the edge of the rink implied he stopped. 

Kunikida, who was wearing only his sneakers, could now only yell at him from the outside of the rink. Followed by a shaken up Atsushi at his heel. 

Dazai laughed and stood up. He wiggled his fingers at Kunikida, a theatrical smirk on his face. 

I keep an eye on him and his ministartions, smiling.

Yosano, you better pay up!

This type of circus was the usual for us and it would have kept ongoing if president Fukazawa didn't show up. 

"Everyone, please gather around!" 

His calm voice delivered to us these stern words. 

The gate to the rink acted as meeting place so both us on the ice and the ground could gather around him.  

"I'm glad to see you all here" he looks at Dazai for a brief moment "I have some important news for you all... "

Our curiosity gets cured as he pulls out a couple of papers.

"The Armed Skating Agency has been qualified to Japan's figure skating championship!"

Happiness brezzes through our eyes and gasps. 

The excitement stumbled through our circle in forms of questions and exclamations.

Then a lazy remark from outside of our circle blew it all away. 

"Will there be abilities allowed?" came from the seating area.

"Asking for Y/N-chan~"

We turn our heads to see Ranpo licking a lollipop blissfully srechted out on the bleachers.

"That is exactly this competition is so important. They will be allowed this time..."

All our eyes turn from Ranpo back to Fukazawa.

"Wich gives us the amazing oprotunity to improve on all of your programs" 

I felt my presence slowing starting to fade...

"We're starting with practicing your improved programs tomorow. No slumping around, we're competing against the Port Skaters in this. I don't think either of you want to lose to them..."

His eyes scan over us all.  

"Now back to work! And you Y/N!"

The eager stares bounce over to me.

"You don't have an ability and you still made it in our agency. I want you to shine the brightest in this, prove those who doubted you wrong... "

I nod, stiffening with determination growing inside of me. 

All of us get onto the ice, the president leaving us under Kunikida's supervision. 

The practice then began. 

Third person P. O. V

[The Port skaters] 

"Abilities will be allowed this time... This only gives us more advantage"

Mori spoke to a group of skaters, which drank up his every word. 

"This means a lot of work to improve on all of you, the Agency is taking part and loss is not an option. Do I make myself clear?"

The skaters form a yes in union. 

"Good... Now get to work!"

After his speech Mori turned to a short ginger skater, who was taking his skates out of the bag on a bench near him.

"Do you have a moment Chuuya-kun?"

The skater turned to him, one eyebrow raised. 

"I have a suggestion of you... Instead of re-doing your old program... I suggest you skate to a completely new one. Your ability is the best of all we have and we need to use it to it's full extent."

His lips wihtened. Stretched into a smile.

"Wouldn't you agree?" 

Chuuya nodded cautiously. He zipped up his bag fully, straightening to face Mori and accept a tiny piece of paper offered to him. 

"Your specialized training will start tomorow. Be ready. " 

#armed detective agency #bsd fyodor #bsd kunikida #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #port mafia #dazai x reader #dazai osamu #chuuya x reader #dazaibsd

[krankittoeleven]

Rules: list eight shows for your followers to get to know you better.

Tagged by @ainulindaelynn. This took a minute cause I couldn't think of more than 3 shows. Most of the TV I "watch" is just on in the background while I'm doing almost anything else except reading or writing.

EDIT: after posting i realized I completely forgot about Start Trek TNG. Unforgivable on my part.

M*A*S*H - I've still never figured out why this resonated with me as much as it did (I mean, aside from the obvious), especially since the last episode aired when I was a year old. There were a lot of reruns, though, growing up, so I guess it just stuck at some point. I'm not sure if it still hold true now, but there was a time in the 90s/early 00s where there was an episode of M*A*S*H airing somewhere in the world every 30 minutes. Impressive that is resonated so clearly, everywhere.

True Detective (Season 1) - I've said it before and I'll say it again: this is the single best season of a tv show, ever. The other seasons are good, but they don't have anything to do with each other aside from a call back or two, so I feel fine about treating it as its own thing. If you like detective/procedural with a light supernatural bent, plus a cult inspired by your friendly neighborhood King in Yellow, well this is the show for you.

Vikings Valhalla - strangely I haven't even watched Vikings yet, and this is a great example of mutuals being great advertisers because one of mine was hyperfixating on King Canute and I was like 👀👀 who are you? So yeah, I'm watching this for the "wrong" reasons. LOL (SRSLY THOUGH ALL I SEE IS A LIVE ACTION UBBA *snickers*

4. Hannibal - I was hooked from the beginning, before they started throwing all that sexual tension around (not complaining tho lol). This was one of the few shows that my ex partner and I watched together all the time, our tastes and schedules often conflicted, but we were always around for the murder husbands. XD

5. The Haunting of Hill House - another one the X-misses and I used to watch together. I really enjoyed this one though it took us forever to get through it because we'd stop every few minutes to figure out if we'd spotted a ghost or not. LOL I quiet enjoyed it overall, and I also very much like how they changed things up over the original novella. I like Shirley Jackson, but I think some of her other stuff is better.

6. Any Dinosaur TV show - especially Walking With Dinosaurs and Dinosaur Planet and Prehistoric Planet.

7. Severance - This show knocked me out. I heard about it on Tumblr one day and I'd binged it all within the next couple days. LMAO What nonsense I love it.

8. Good Omens & Sandman - putting these two together because they fill the same space in my heart: respectable adaptations of things I grew up with and am very fond of and I'm glad to see getting a wider audience/more attention/more love. :D

I will tag @brasideios @macavitykitsune @theinkandthesea @vdk-hellscape and anyone else that wants to cuz I'm not sure who has or hasn't been hit by this one yet.

#tag game #tv

[hauntedmoundgaysex]

haunted hayride | buckshot x oscar18

pairing: oscar18/buckshot

warning/notes: bxb, fluff, horseback riding

summary: buck teaches oscar to overcome his fear of horses and ride his favorite horse, reaper

word count: 1,716

Oscar looks carefully at the brown bay mare. She snorts and turns to face him.

Buck calmly strokes her neck as he says, "She’s not going to hurt you."

In response, Oscar makes an uncertain noise.

Buck asks, sounding bewildered, "...Hey, Oscar, you're not afraid of horses, are you?"

“No!” Oscar snaps, "No, you ass," and Buck begins to laugh. “I'm not laughing at you! Just so you know, they can kick really hard. When we were kids, I fell off one, broke my arm, and the whole summer my arm was spent in a cast.” He slants his jaw up, attempting to look serious.

Buck giggles. “Hey, it's alright. I'll be right here with you, and Reaper is a very gentle girl. Alright?” He looks intently at Oscar while waiting for a response.

Oscar ducks his head and scratches the back of his neck. “Okay,” he murmurs.

Buck moves the mounting block to the side of Reaper. He says, "Okay, hop on up," patting the horse on the shoulder.

Oscar refuses.

“Um. I'm not sure if I can. The saddle is really far from the ground.” He notes.

Buck turns around to look amused after following his gaze.

"It’ll be fine. Do you trust me?” He extends his hand.

Oscar takes a gulp. He says it softly, "I trust you," and he means it. He puts his hand on Buck's shoulder.

Buck beams. He aids Oscar in getting up the mounting block. “Okay, now put your other leg over and step into the stirrup. Okay? I'll be here to support you.”

Oscar says, unconsciously holding on even tighter, "Okay." He takes a deep breath after inserting his left foot into the stirrups. Buck keeps his word when he braces himself on his arm and pushes up, keeping him steady. With a shameful thud, Oscar hits the saddle hard.

“Hey! I did it!” he says, and before he knows it, Buck is swinging himself up behind him in the saddle and placing a hand on Oscar's shoulder to make an adjustment. Oscar freezes.

Buck's chest is pressed tightly against Oscar's back, and his hips are pressed against Oscar's own. Oscar jumps to avoid being startled as his arms wrap around his waist. However, Buck simply takes control, cradling Oscar with his arms to make sure that he doesn’t fall off.

“Sorry, but the saddle is a little tight. However, Reaper is used to carrying heavier loads than both of us are, so she will be fine with us for a while,” Buck's voice rumbles right in his ear.

This horse no longer frightens Oscar. Oscar is having a meltdown right now because of something completely different.

He squeaks, "Uh-huh," and then frantically clears his throat.

Buck begins by demonstrating to Oscar how the leather loops between his thumb and index finger. "So, the way you hold the reins is important." This is how you instruct the horse to go forward or come to a stop. To keep their other hand free, most riders hold them in one hand. Do you have a good right hand?

"Definitely," Oscar says, watching Buck's fingers.

"Alright, then you should hold them with your left hand." He holds the reins in one hand and places them in the middle of Reaper's back, with excess hanging to one side. “But since you’re just starting out, it might be more comfortable for you to hold them with both hands,” he adds, returning to the dual grip. “Here, take a stab at putting your hands where mine are."

Where Buck's hands had been, Oscar reaches up and grabs the reins.

“For better control, you'll want to remove your pinky finger from the grip. And for better posture, you should keep your hands up,” Buck says, his hands coming up to Oscar's cup. Oscar's pinkies are gently lifted from the leather as his fingers move along his palms.

Buck's rough hands have calluses where they hold Oscar's larger and redder knuckles than his own. They’re also cozy. Oscar takes in a large breath.

“After that, you'll tell the horse which way to go by using your hands and fingers. There’s no need for big ass movements.” Buck moves Oscar's hands with his own, "See, like this." In his chest, Oscar's heart is beating at a breakneck speed. He wants to ask Buck if he can feel it.

"How do you stop her? And start?" he asks, trusting his voice seems natural.

As he moves the reins slightly in their direction, Buck instructs him, "You just pull back a little, like this."You then squeeze with your legs to command the horse to move. Ready?”

Oscar nods. Buck uses his calves to push Reaper around. After flexing against Oscar's, her thighs begin to walk.

“Whoa!” Oscar shouts.He feels like he might sway off despite the new sensation of movement and the fact that they are not moving quickly.

With his arms still around his sides, Buck reassures him, "Don't worry, I've got you." Oscar gets used to the feel as he shifts them from the reins to the saddle's horn. Reaper makes a slight turn when he gently pulls to the right.

“It worked, hey!” Oscar exclaims, happy.

"There you go!” From behind, Buck gives him encouragement. Oscar's neck is pricked by his breath. “She will stop quickly if you hold the reins too tightly, it's not difficult to do by accident from the beginning," he cautions.

Oscar steers Reaper in the right and left directions as he tries to find his balance as they go around in circles for a while.

He states, "I think I'm getting the hang of it."

“Good job.” Buck says, "I'm gonna tell her to move into a trot then," and Reaper accelerates. Oscar stumbles, tensing his legs and instinctively moving forward.

"Don't lean too far forward,” Buck warns him that "it’ll throw off your balance and make the horse more reactive." Oscar leans backwards until his back is flush with Buck's chest once more. Reassuringly solid, he stands on the reigns behind him.

Buck says suddenly in a quiet voice, "...That's better." Oscar gives himself a grin. After Buck is satisfied with Oscar's posture and balance, he brings his legs up under Oscar's for a brief moment and leans them both slightly forward.

“Pay close attention to this. Okay? You'll want to rock with her.” He says that, and he kicks Reaper into a slow canter at Oscar's nod.

“Whoa! Ahaha!” With the wind in his hair, Oscar yells again “Whoaaa!”

"Are you ok?" With one hand on the saddle and the other loosely encircling Oscar's middle, Buck chuckles.

“Yeah! This is crazy, haha,” Oscar laughs with glee. Oscar's body is rocking in the same way Buck is laughing.

Buck signals Oscar to bring Reaper to a stop with a tug.

He says, kicking his leg over and smoothly slipping off, "That was really good. Give Reaper some breathing room though.” While keeping Reaper still, he takes the reins and points to the saddle. You can get off the same way you got on if you grab the horn there, he tells him.

Oscar loses his balance when he swings his leg a little too quickly and stutters when he hits the ground. Buck wraps his arm around his waist and pulls him against his side, keeping him from falling over.

"How are you? All okay?” He asks.

Oscar gasps, "Yeah, thanks." When Buck moves his hand away from his back, he feels the loss of skin against his own.

Buck ducks his head to look through the pack that he has hung on a fencepost and asks "Do you want to thank her by giving her a sugar cube?"

Oscar responds cautiously, "Only if you don't think she'll bite me."

Buck just giggles. “She can’t. Hold your hand out flat, C'mere." Buck puts a sugar cube on his palm when Oscar nods and stands next to him by the horse's face. Oscar's skin is brushed across by his lingering fingers for a brief moment. He lifts Oscar's wrist toward Reaper's mouth with care.

Reaper uses her lips to take the cube. Buck smiles at Oscar as he giggles at the sensation. With her large, brown eyes, Reaper observes them.

Oscar says, hesitantly petting her neck, "She's a nice horse."

Buck responds, "She is," and Oscar turns to face him.

He looks back at Oscar with a soft look in his eyes as the setting sun catches in his curls and illuminates the plane of his cheek. Oscar's heart beats quickly.

Buck awkwardly clears his throat as Oscar glances down at his sneakers before saying something he might regret.

“Would you like to go back into the house to see if anyone has prepared anything for dinner?” Buck complains, "I'm starving." They both laugh as Oscar's stomach growls as if on cue.

When they get back to the house, they walk in sync. The barn is cooled off at sunset, soothing the scorched fields from the day. Frogs begin to croak by the pond.

He says, "Thanks." Buck looks around, perplexed. “I mean, for teaching me,” Oscar continues.

He just gets that little secret smile from Buck. “Don't mention it. I'm impressed with how quickly you understood. In a flash, you'll be riding by yourself.”

Oscar raises his eyebrows. “But if I come within ten feet of a horse, I'd prefer you to be there. What happens if I'm kicked in the head?” He says this while batting his lashes and using his hands to frame his cheeks.

Oscar is aware that Buck is acting flirtatious when he pats him on the shoulder and rolls his eyes.

"Race me to the house!" Before Oscar finishes speaking, he yells and sprints away. Buck calls from behind him, "I'm giving you a two second head start so it's fair."

"Alright, fuck you, as if I needed that —fuck you! No! No!” Oscar yells as Buck glides across the lawn and effortlessly overtakes him.

Oscar flips him the bird and climbs the steps while Buck waits for him on the porch. He even has the good sense to ignore Buck's taunts. “Better luck next time,” Buck opens the door, smiling, and he invites more people inside to help him with setting the table.

#Fanfic #slash #rpf #Haunted mound rpf #Music rpf #Hip hop rpf #Rap rpf #real people fanfiction #Buck18 #Buckshot x Oscar18

[sociieties]

@peachmuses: ‘  i have never left your side. you left mine, but i never left yours.  ’ / haryou. :)

one day, kazuya will never have to hear about it again, but until then, he's forever haunted by the memory of how he went and left his best friend in the entire world not once, but twice. forever reminded about it, if not by ryou, then himself / and if not by himself, than by others than don't know that the topic is a landmine that ruins his entire day. today / it's late, cold and raining. it's only the third time that he's stayed the night with ryou after they'd made up.

kazuya's gaze is on the window, watching the way the rain pelts down on the window just to fall and split it's own way as ryou brings it up. his hand remain wrapped around the mug of hot cocoa and eventually, he blinks, hidden gaze shifting from window to best friend ( now normal ) and kazuya doesn't refuse to think about it this time. they'd promise to actually talk about the things that bothered them, but did that mean that it happen at around three am when thunder shakes the house and there's once again no one around but the other to catch one if the other is falling?

when he left / the first time / the second time / kazuya never imagined what it did to ryou. if he cried or not / if he bothered looking for kazuya or not / if ryou even cared that kazuya wasn't around anymore. each time, kazuya felt nothing — couldn't. he didn't allow himself to. maybe that's why when his friend finally speaks up on it, it hits him like a shot to the chest and his eyes slowly fall out of focus.

" we were just kids, " he begins, softly, and he knows that it's not enough. the first time he left, they were just kids and there would never be enough apologizing in the world for ryou to ever let it go. they were kids and kazuya's entire life was being uprooted, everything he considered safe and sacred were being threatened. he did what he had to do, did it to survive and manage how far the damage spread. " i'm sorry. "

he's sorry / sorry for leaving / for coming back / for doing more harm than good.

he doesn't know what to think anymore as he didn't necessarily see the point in explaining himself over something that happened when they were children. the second time / kazuya left his most important things and blurred lines.

lightning strikes not too far off, lighting the entire room for a split second and in it, kazuya's thought about bolting. he stays anyway, drinking the rest of his drink before placing empty mug to his right. " when i did it, " which time? " both times — i wasn't looking to hurt you or anything. " that was easier said than done, though. intention and outcome were never the same when he did anything. " i did it for me, because i didn't... i didn't want to make anything worse. " better to walk through hell alone than to drag someone else through it / he can't reach the same thought process behind it anymore. " i don't know. "

a pause / " i didn't do it for you to bring it up any time you feel hurt about something i've done. " he breathes out, eyes back on the window again. " i didn't know what to do with knowing that you'd never go anywhere because that i never get that. " his siblings, his own parents, ryou's parents, nameless faces and old friends / all came and went. kazuya wondered if ryou knew that he needed ryou just as much as ryou needed him. his presence was mandatory, but just as much as it was, kazuya didn't know what to do with such a consistency. better to ruin it before ryou did, he'd think. it would be better for him to burn all his bridges down himself than to be caught in the fire someone else set. " so, " he shrugs, " i did the only thing i knew. what do you want from me? to say that i'll never do it again? "

#there is more to life; ! answered #ha. kaz. revisiting music . verse #peachmuses #peachmuses: ryou #mysz!