#fully genuine about that last one i should state

[yesimwriting]

OKAY idk if you keep taking thoughts but this IS the dynamic I had thought for Felix since DAY ONE, so of course I need more best friend!felix and maybe this one is a typical one but...

The jealousy??? like this man is very facial and expressive and protective, especially towards the reader.... so I thought about him watching any of his friends flirting with them? And maybe also being way too touchy? You can decide if reader is comfortable in all that or not (I think she wouldn't), but having him like trying not to be a dick but also like needing to, like they're my best friend shush so yeah, I'd love it if you could write something like that! thankss

a/n omg that one scene in saltburn where felix is like 'you're my friend,, you're supposed to be here with me' yeah i knew immediately

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"Sorry, darling." Despite the soft, almost far off cadence of Farleigh's voice, his words manage to cut through the atmosphere of the party. He leans forward, handing off his half finished joint to the girl standing next to you. "This stuff's heavy, and I don't need Felix on me tonight."

You frown. His denial doesn't get to you as much as the way he's framing it. Like you're a child that needs to be looked after. Like you're Felix's property.

If you weren't already a few drinks in, you'd dismiss Farleigh's words with an eye roll. The buzz burning in your veins latches onto that pinch of irritation. The full sounding giggle that comes from the nameless girl by your side only amplifies the feeling. "I don't do everything Felix says."

"No," he agrees, "You do just enough to be a good, little pet." You cross your arms in front of your chest, tilting your head to better glare at him.

The feel of something touching your shoulder cracks the tension. Your head turns. Felix. Despite your annoyance, Felix's sudden appearance at your side has you easing. He leans forward, pressing a kiss against your cheek near the corner of your mouth. "I was looking for you."

You smile, placing your hand over the one Felix still has on your shoulder. "You seemed busy, decided to take a lap."

He brushes his thumb against your shoulder. "Never too busy for you, darling." Felix has a way of making things that should feel just polite sound genuine. "How're you doing?"

"Farleigh's being mean."

"Didn't let her smoke." Farleigh explains flatly, taking the joint back from the girl. "After the way you reacted last time, it wasn't worth it."

Felix squeezes your arm. "That true?" You're not given a chance to respond. "You know how you get. Especially after drinking." You blink at him, eyes wide and lips pressed together. "Don't give me that look." It's too gentle to be a scolding. "We can smoke when you're sober, if you want."

You're not one to crave getting high too often. There's a sluggishness to it that you have to be in a certain mood for. But something about smoking with Felix, in his room with the window open and the two of you lounging like the only things that matter are what's within arm's reach, is unbelievably soothing.

Even in your current state, you're fully aware of the fact that you're getting the better end of the deal. But with Farleigh's smug comment and that random girl that laughed still paying attention, you don't feel comfortable agreeing in front of everyone.

"You're looking for an excuse to argue." Ugh. The way he reads you is almost eerie. You press your lips together to keep from giggling, watching him carefully. You shake your head, a flimsy attempt at denial. "Yes." Felix leans closer, grinning. He drapes an arm around your back, pulling you against his chest. " I can see it in your eyes."

"My eyes are innocent."

His freehand moves to hold your chin, angling your head to better look you in the eye. He's focused, exuding more concentration than the moment warrants. That's the thing about Felix, crowded room or empty dorm, it doesn't matter. He has a talent for making anyone feel like the only person in the world.

"Hm," he hums, "You pass." Despite coming to a conclusion, he makes no effort to move away from you. "Want to get another drink?"

You nod, "Yeah."

"C'mon, then." He drops one arm, waving a halfhearted goodbye to Farleigh before guiding you forward.

Felix keeps an arm around your shoulders as you maneuver through the chaos of the party. It's instinct to accept his lead, a part of you more glad for it than usual. You're starting to feel fuzzy, and with Felix guiding you, it's safer to accept the sensation.

"Oh my god!" A squeal and then your name.

You turn your head, eyes landing on a familiar face from your lit class. "Daphne!" She's a newer friend that you mainly know from exchanging lecture notes and working on essays together. A part of you is surprised to see her here, but you guess you shouldn't be. Now that you're thinking about it, you feel like you've seen her around Felix's friends before. "Hey."

Daphne approaches you with a wide grin. "I didn't know you were here." She then glances to Felix, and then Felix's arm, and then back to Felix. "Hi, Felix."

If he notices Daphne's curious scrutiny, he gives no indication of it. "Hi, Daphne," he greets, confirming that they do run in the same circles.

She smiles politely before turning her attention back to you, "It's been a minute since I've seen you." Daphne tosses a glossy strand of hair over her shoulder. "We need to catch up, I found out the best thing about the girl that sits in the front row that always tells everyone her grades."

"Bragger girl? She's the worst."

"Oh, you have no idea."

Felix squeezes your arm, turning your attention back towards him. "I'll get you your drink, you catch up with your friend." You beam at him as his arm gently moves off your shoulder.

As soon as he's disappeared into the crowd, Daphne gasps, "Oh my god, whatever's going on there is better than my bragger girl story."

You blink. "What?" Confusion and Felix's absence make you feel slightly off balance. It takes you a moment to catch up. "Oh, Felix? We're friend." Daphne presses her lips together, the look she's giving you not entirely convinced. "C'mon, tell me about bragger girl."

"Okay." Daphne gestures to an empty coach that's been pushed against a wall. "Let's sit?"

The two of you make it to the edge of the room. Daphne's not shy about taking up space, letting her long legs extend into the start of where people might walk. She trusts the world to move for her. It hits you then that your friendship with Daphne, like your relationships with a lot of people you've been spending time with recently, doesn't make make sense on paper.

You sit, grateful for the chance to lean against something sturdy.

"Alright," Daphne starts, angling her body towards you, "Bragger girl--never's gotten an imperfect score girl--" She cuts herself off with a soft, tipsy giggle. "Is hooking up with the TA."

Oh, you're fully hooked. "What?" Daphne nods, expression satisfied. "No way." There's no way to prove the connection between that girl always managing to beat your scores by a few points and any of her personal relationships, but come on. "Wait--with--with which one--the tall one or--or the one with the--" You're too out of it to recall a good descriptor, "Hair."

Daphne laughs again, "Hair?" You shrug at her. "Doesn't matter how little sense that makes, because that's the--the best part of the story." You nod, urging her. "She's hooking up with both of them."

You gasp. Oh my god, you cannot wait for Felix to get back so you can reiterate every detail of this. "Really?" Daphne giggles, nodding her head. "How do you know?"

"Okay," she crosses her legs, "So, I was at this ba--"

"Hey, Daphne," the voice is low and clumsy, over extending the second half of Daphne's name. Daphne looks up in time to see a guy sit on the couch's cushioned arm. "Who's your friend?"

Daphne throws you an apologetic look before turning back to the stranger. "Hi, John." She then introduces the two of you politely, presenting you as a friend from her intro to western lit class and John as someone from her econ class.

John doesn't even attempt to hide the fact that he's looking you over. You're not sure if it's the slightly glazed over quality to his eyes or his lack of shame gets to you. All you know is that some instinct tells you to be wary.

He tries your name on his lips, slurring slightly. "Why've I never seen you around?"

"Oh, I don't know," you try, tone much more sober than it was a moment ago, "I'm around, I guess. Here and there."

It's not your best small talk, but the only part of you that seems to be clinging to sobriety doesn't feel right. He's friends with Daphne, you tell yourself, you have no reason to believe he has bad intentions just because seems like he's had too much of whatever he's been having tonight.

John laughs, like your words were some obscure joke that he wants you to know he decoded. "So what do you do when you're not getting out?" He angles himself towards you, disregarding Daphne entirely. "I'm having a hard time picturing you in a library."

It's almost ironic enough to get you to laugh. John sees you here, he sees how you're dressed, and who you're with and just assumes that this is your regular state. And while there's nothing wrong with being the party girl type (some of your favorite people are that kind of person), it's just not who you are every night of the week.

"Actually, John," Daphne interjects, "She's really smart, like basically certified genius smart." You throw her a not so subtle look that says you feel like she's exaggerating. "What? I said basically." You don't look like you agree, "C'mon, even Dr. Alvero's said it, and he can't stand anyone."

"Really?" John moves to stand. "Dr. Alvero. His class is bloody murder." He takes a step towards you. "Maybe you could help me study sometime." You're too aware of the length of your dress, of your legs. "I'd pay you for your time."

There's something about the way he tacks on the reference to finances, an implication that burrows beneath your skin. That's the worst part of Oxford's elite, they assume that if you don't run in the same circles...that if you don't come from generational money, you have nothing. That you're in a position to bend to their every whim for what they consider petty cash.

"John," Daphne tries, voice hard.

"What?" John takes another step forward. "I said I'd pay her."

Indignance and nerves bond uncomfortably in the pit of your stomach. As much as you want to tell him off, the way he's looking at you leaves you frozen, and it's not like the two of you are in a private area. You don't want to be labeled as a hysterical drunk.

"Sweetheart." Felix is within reach.

You turn your head instinctually. He's less than a foot from the couch, holding a solo cup. Despite directly addressing you, Felix's attention is fully focused on John, who seems to have finally remembered the concept of personal space.

Felix walks past him without a second glance before sitting next to you. It's a squeeze, Felix's knee pressing into yours. "They ran out of cups, so I thought we could share." Felix extends his arm slightly, gesturing to his drink. "Have some."

You lift a hand to reach for the cup, but Felix shifts before you can actually attempt to take it. Confusion has you dropping your hand back to your lap. You don't get where he's going with this until he gently tilts the cup in a silent question. You nod.

Felix brings the drink to your lips, gently tilting the cup until its contents are down your throat. The alcohol burns slightly, but not overbearingly so, and the flavor is familiar. Your favorite drink.

He pulls the cup away, a drop of liquid sliding down the corner of your mouth. Felix's thumb wipes it away before it can reach your chin. He then brings his still damp thumb towards his mouth to clean it.

Heat roots itself in your chest and crawls up your neck. All of your discomfort, all of your worry from before feels far and abstract until Felix asks, "So, who's your friend?"

"Oh, uh--this is Daphne's friend, John."

Daphne nods, leaning forward to join your conversation, "Yeah, I know him from my econ class."

"Yeah, good to finally meet you, man. " Felix finally looks back at John. "I think my step-mother's friends with your mum."

Felix places an arm against the back of the couch, giving you space to relax against his side. A more sober you would have thought twice about giving in so quickly, but you're starting to feel light again. "Uh--Cindy Marin."

"Right!" John exhales, relieved, "Right."

Felix nods once before turning his attention back to you. "You ready to get out of here?" There's an assuredness in the way he asks the question that makes it seem like there's nothing of value left at a party that hasn't at all since he sat down. You nod. Felix leans towards you so that he can better look over your shoulder. "See you around, Daphne."

"Yeah, see you."

Felix gets up, immediately stealing the warmth and comfort he'd been providing while next to you. Something that you only very minorly resent him for. He offers you his hand as you stand, and that makes up for most of it.

You turn your head to say goodbye to Daphne. Now that Felix isn't looking, she grins at you before mouthing: that was hot.

You roll your eyes, hoping your feigned irritation is enough to cover any signs of being flustered. Especially when Felix pulls an arm around your shoulders.

"Bye, John," he mumbles, "Congratulate your step-mum for me, yeah?"

Felix guides you out of the party. Once the two of you are exposed to the cool, night air, Felix lets go of you. There's a stiffness to his release that gets to you.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a box of cigarettes.

"Can I?" Your voice is smaller than you thought it'd be.

Felix pauses, thinking through your request before handing you the box. You smile as Felix leans towards you. You don't smoke--with the exception of an occasional drag from one of Felix's cigarettes--but you like lighting them for him.

You pull one from the box and place it between his parted lips. He hands you his lighter next. You spark it to life, bringing the flame to the cigarette's end. Felix takes a deep breath, letting the smoke fill his lungs before exhaling. He doesn't attempt to take your hand or place an arm around you again.

"Are you--" You're not even sure how to word it, "...Okay?"

He takes the cigarette between two fingers as he breathes out. "Fine." Felix inhales another drag. "Just didn't love the way that guy talked to you."

"If it helps, neither did I."

Felix glances over at you, eyebrows pulling together. "Then it's a good thing your best friend was there."

You roll your eyes fondly, fighting a grin, "You're always a good thing."

He looks down, his fingers brush against yours. You intertwine them, pulling his palm against yours. "Someone loves me."

You attempt to glare at him, but the look feels too sickeningly fond to come off as menacing. "Don't start."

His smile broadens. He squeezes your hand, thumb brushing against your knuckles. "Want to stay over tonight?"

"Yeah." You grin, body subconsciously leaning against his a little more. "Are you tired?"

Felix eyes you with exaggerated skepticism, "Why?"

"Wanted to know if you were in the mood to read to me tonight."

He smiles, angling his head to press a kiss against the top of your head. "Anything you want, lovie."

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felix: oh my god,, i can't believe people treat you like that!! maybe you should borrow my last name for a little, just so that they leave you alone

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[cardansriddle]

Teach Me - ( tom riddle x fem!reader )

part 2

Summary: Feeling awfully inexperienced, you ask Tom to teach you how to kiss.

Warnings: friends to lovers trope. old-fashioned mindset because it's the 1940s. sexual tension. implied smut but no actual smut.

A/N: It's 4 AM and I had to quickly write this idea before I could lose motivation. I love this "teach me how to kiss" trope so much so let me know your thoughts abt this!

buymeacoffee <3

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Tom's low voice carried around you as you lay your head against a tree, eyes shut closed to enjoy the serene atmosphere of the day. You barely paid attention to the meaning behind the words he was reading from his book, instead letting the soothing voice lull you to a relaxed state.

You adored these little moments with him. Your friendship with Tom Riddle was an unexpected one, yet not unpleasant. Whatever had bloomed between you two was unique, and you cherished whatever attention he could give you because you knew it was only you that received these rare moments with him.

"I'm bored." You suddenly interrupted him mid-sentence, huffing and opening your eyes to stare at the thick branches above you.

"What do you want me to do about it?" The wizard asked dryly, causing you to turn your head towards him. The sight of his profile greeted you, and you enviously traced your eyes over the perfect slope of his nose and the sharp edges of his jawline. Truly, it was unfair that he had been blessed with such pretty features.

"Maybe we should put aside the book? We've been reading almost every day now." You suggested, continuing to stare at him while his gaze remained glued to the pages of the book. "Tom."

"Hm?"

"You are not even listening to me!" You hit his arm at his offensive behaviour. The action seemed to snap him out of his trance and he met your gaze at last, eyes dark and holding an expression of bemusement. "This is dull. Let us do something else."

"Do what?"

You shrugged. "Talk?"

He seemed to contemplate his options, knowing if he kept reading you would persistently annoy him until he could no longer focus but if he complied with your request, he would at least receive peace of mind. With a tired sigh, as if he was trying to appease an insolent child, he snapped his book shut and turned to face you fully, causing you to smile in triumph at your small victory.

"Well, talk then." He gestured with his hand for you to speak, but you only glared at him.

"No. I always talk. Perhaps you should tell me about one of your adventures. Or stories. Anything."

He almost whined your name in protest but you hushed him. An idea came to your mind, something that you had been meaning to question him about, and you sat up eagerly. "You could tell me what Xavier and Avery were talking about yesterday? Remember? Before you told them to shut up?"

Tom only stared at you, his lips beginning to quirk up in a half-smirk. "Those are not for your innocent ears. Or any ladies' for that matter."

Instead of discouraging you, his words only caused your curiosity to grow. "Oh come on, Tom! I thought we told and shared everything with each other." You pouted, eyes pleading for him to indulge you in those secrets.

"You must stop." He tried to warn you but you decided to settle your head into the curve between his neck and shoulder, to attempt and soften him enough for him to speak.

"Walburga always talk about stuff like that. We are not as naive as you men think us to be."

He scoffed and averted his eyes down to his closed book. "Walburga does more than talk about it and I would advise you to steer clear from her presence."

"Did Xavier and Walburga lay together?"

He stiffened, and you lifted your head up from his shoulder to look up at him. He seemed lost, not knowing how to direct the topic of conversation elsewhere.

"I wonder what it feels like." You continued voicing your thoughts out loud, missing the way his head turned towards you swiftly, entranced by your genuine and clueless curiosity. "I mean I do not know what exactly transpires between man and woman but I can imagine the—"

His hand grasped yours on your lap, halting you before you could finish your trail of thought. "We should not talk about this topic any further." Although his voice was as gentle as he could allow himself to be when with you, you could detect the finality in his tone.

"But—but Tom! Would you tell me?"

You observed him as he clenched his jaw. "When the time comes, your husband will tell you and show you."

"But I wish for you to tell me. Do you not think my future husband would prefer me to know what I am doing at the very least? What if my terrible inexperience will bother him?"

He was quiet, staring at you with a flurry of emotions in his eyes. Something about his gaze caused your cheeks to redden and you opted to look down at your fiddling hands on your lap.

"Perhaps you could teach me something." You muttered after a long minute, not daring to meet his stare.

Tom's heart began beating unevenly beneath his robes. All of a sudden he felt too warm, too suffocated in his clothes. Tom was not pure by any means. He did not care for honour or propriety. Nor did he care for the foolish yearnings of men and women. He had indulged in those acts before, once or twice just to attempt to satisfy his body's urges. But he never actively sought it out. And he never particularly enjoyed it. But with you in front of him, so close to him that he could feel the scent of your perfume, he was just a regular man. And he had never felt desire the way he did at that moment.

"Stop." He said with a hoarse voice, and he cursed himself lightly before clearing his throat and repeating the word. "This is highly inappropriate."

"Show me just one thing. Please? Please, Tom?"

His pants tightened and his breathing got shallow. If you kept pleading him and uttering his name with such need surely he was bound to break. Surely no one would fault him for sealing his lips and yours—

No. He berated himself.

"Tom?" You moved closer, your knee bumping his thigh—

Before he could resist, his hand slid to grab your jaw. "You are being insufferable. I am holding myself back to protect your honour and yet you insist on me breaking my resolve."

"One time won't hurt anybody. Please?" With your last plea, and with a confidence you were not aware you possessed, you climbed over him to straddle him, sliding down until you were settled in his lap comfortably.

Tom froze underneath you. He could only stare up at you sitting so innocently on his lap as if you were born to be there and attempt to blink away the very ungentlemanly, very filthy thoughts from his brain. But how could he? With you pressed up against him, with only a few layers of clothing separating you, how could he banish those indecent images away?

"Teach me how to kiss." Your small voice filled his head again and how could he deny you anything when you were a pleading and desperate mess for him?

"Just once." He muttered with his last remaining resolve, no longer able to resist the pull that was urging him to close the minute distance between you. He moved to press his lips against yours and before you could respond, he retreated to gauge your reaction, only for you to whine and eagerly reconnect your lips back together. The grip on your hair grew tight, and he fought with himself to maintain control. But it seemed you had other plans as you needily pressed against him, the kiss no more gentle, but intense and messy.

Your body felt as if it was set aflame from the inside, and you would gladly burn alive if it meant you could experience this for the rest of your life.

His hands slid to grab a hold of your waist, and he lifted his hips up to grind the straining material of his pants against you. You gasped into his mouth at the action, and he did not miss the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. You moved your hips against his, feeling him hard underneath you. He groaned, the low sound travelling straight to your core.

"We should stop." He muttered between kisses, and your hand moved to take a handful of his hair and pull at it, causing him to look up at you with dazed eyes. "Or I will not be able to control myself."

"Don't you dare stop."

He moved his lips to the sensitive skin of your neck, trailing kisses along your throat before you felt his teeth bite into your flesh.

"Tom." You murmured his name in pleasure, rolling your hips against him once more to feel that pleasant ache between your thighs once again.

Suddenly, you heard the snap of a twig from somewhere behind you, and you pulled away from Tom in horror to look back over your shoulder. One of the Slytherin boys you did not recognize was standing there, eyes on you with an expression of bewilderment.

He had caught you in a compromising position. This was not appropriate. If he said anything about this situation, you would be ruined. You quickly removed yourself from Tom's lap and stood shakily on your legs.

Hesitantly, you looked at Tom, and he was staring at the boy with cold indifference as if this situation was not severe. Feeling embarrassed and utterly horrified, you did not utter another word before you rushed away from the place, desperate to return to your dormitory.

You worried that the boy would tell everyone of what had occurred, people would gossip about your ruination, but most of all, you felt betrayed that Tom had just sat there and done nothing.

If only you stayed long enough to witness Tom obliviating the boy, perhaps you would not be in such distress.

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[soleminisanction]

Okay this misconception keeps coming across my dash and it drives me nuts because it means people are lumping two very different versions of the DC universe under one disparaging banner. So let me just say this to get it off my chest because I'm this close to shaking somebody:

The New 52 ended seven years ago in 2016.

That started a section of DC's history called "Rebirth" in which they started bringing elements of the pre-Flashpoint continuity back into the timeline. The first changes came in a big burst called Convergence -- which is how Jon Kent effectively manifested fully formed at 10 years old -- while other reintroductions like Kon-El, Bart Allen, Cass Cain, etc. were more gradual.

The original plan, being forced through by King of Bad Decisions Dan Didio, was that after ~4-5 Rebirth would give way to another full reboot known as 5G. I could go into detail about the plans but they're honestly not important to this post because Didio was (thankfully, finally) ousted from his role as publisher early in 2020, along with something like 80% of the higher-level editorial staff. DC had a complete creative turn-over at the start of the pandemic and completely changed directions as a result. The material being developed for 5G was retooled into the hypothetical future event "Future State" to buy the new staff time to pull together their new direction.

That new direction is called INFINITE FRONTIER. It started in 2021 and THAT is the era of DC comics we're in now. Infinite Frontier is an active push to bring back the pre-Flashpoint characters, as well as some pre-Crisis ideas and characters, while also keeping the few elements of the New 52 that people actually liked (like Jason Todd's more heroic characterization) and actively pursuing diversity initiatives both in creative staff and in creations. And outside of the big events, they're making a real effort to keep these comics short and self contained in the hopes that that'll make them more accessible. So it's actually really easy, if you read comics pre-Flashpoint and dropped off, to just pick up a series and go with the flow. Anything confusing is just a Google away.

Please, please don't make the mistake of thinking modern comics are as bad as the New 52 just because some people are butthurt their ship isn't getting canonized. There have been some really good comics made in the last few years that you should totally try! Spirit World, Monkey Prince and the entire We Are Legends line has been genuinely fantastic. The new Birds of Prey is shaping up to be a ton of fun. Dark Knights of Steel is an entertaining Elseworld. Urban Legends and Brave & the Bold have done some really fun things with shorter anthology books. One Minute War was a really fun Flash family event and everything Stargirl's done recently is liable to make you cry.

I'm begging people to give these comics a chance. It's just really sad to see them being dismissed out of hand.

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[luckykiwiii101]

Hi Wii!! 💖

It's finally my turn. My own void success story💕💕. ahhh i'm so happy! This is kind of long so sorry for that.

So, just for a back story, I have been terminally ill for a while now. I was always in pain and even after discovering subliminals 5 years ago i was never fully 'able' to get rid of my illness. But then I came across the void state one day on tiktok while looking through shifting methods and instantly knew that it was for me. The thought of it genuinely made me so happy and not in like a 'i'll get all my desires' way but in like a 'ofc i can give myself whatever I want.' way. But i kinda fell down a rabit hole on tumblr and really put the void on a pedestal that i had to 'pass' in order to get anything😔.

But then, a few weeks ago, it really clicked. I did one of those 3-day challenges (i didn't follow anyone elses, just made up my own routine and stuck to it.) and it helped tremendously both with my self concept and void concept. i know these aren't really important but they sure help lol.

Anyway i didn't get in the void in those 3 days but i realised that instead of hating not waking up in the void, my thought process was just ''well, i'm getting closer aren't I?" and i honestly caught myself off guard with that🎀🎀.

But then last night, i got ready for bed and went to sleep. But I kept waking up in the middle of the night because it was kinda hot. Anyway, i had a holiday from school so I was gonna sleep in.

My sister had to go to school tho and we share a room so when she wakes up, i usually do as well just because of all the rustling. She opened the light to our room and i felt a faint light infront of my eyes. I couldn't hear her then for a while but I just assumed that was because she left the room. Then my hearing came back and she was asking me about smth so i opened my eyes but noticed that the 'source' of the light i felt while my eyes were closed was different to which light was open in the room(I really hope that made sense). I then realised that it took awhile for me to properly feel my body again and thats when i realized i was in the void- aware- for once!! 💗💗

I honestly wasn't surprised that I woke up in the void without doing anything because I have full faith in myself but it has really helped me make my belief in the void even stronger. I have a whole list of things i want to get so when i get in the void again tonight, I'm gonna affirm for all my desires!! Wait for my full success story please 💖💖

Also, to all the people out there, i know it's hard but all you genuinely need to do is trust yourself and your power, remember you are The Creator.

Thanks again Wii, you've been great help.

(btw, so sorry for any typos, english is not my first language😔)

Success Story ✨✨✨✨💗💗💗

This is truly amazing!!

IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!! AND EVEN MORE PROUD THAT YOU ACTUALLY TOOK YOUR LIFE INTO YOUR OWN HANDS!!! MORE PEOPLE SHOULD BE LIKE YOU!!!

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

more limited cards for book 7??

Ortho has his Cerberus Gear card, Lilia has his Right General card, now Sebek is getting his Eternal Knight card… I’M SENSING A PATTERN HERE 🫣 Dropping every so often with book 7 updates… Plus, these appear to be linked to the player titles you can earn by owning 10 of a particular character’s cards. Ortho’s is Guardian of the Underworld (Cerberus is the guard dog of the Underworld and Lilia’s is Seeker of Cradles (referring to how he found Silver all those years back). The composition of Sebek’s Knight of Lightning invokes imagery of his UM (which we learned last update), and he appears to be wearing the armor of the night fae soldiers and is using a polearm (?), which makes me think he's going to participate in an important battle in the next update. A high definition version of the artwork shows that he seems to be wet from rain, as it’s all over his skin and weapon. You know what else???? We see half of his face... and the other half obscured by a mask... his hair is down (which is only ever down in the mornings when he has just woken up and is still in a more vulnerable kind of state). Is this symbolism for Sebek finally coming to terms with his mixed heritage 😭

Y’all think… Idia, Malleus, and Silver are also going to get limited time cards in relation to future book 7 updates and those player titles??? Ain’t no way they’d only do it for half of the relevant characters in book 7 and leave it unfinished… (Maybe TWST will even get to doing them for the full cast eventually?? Though I don’t know when they’d find the time to squeeze in releases for the rest of the boys 💦) fbdjvwjsnzkww I wonder what they’ll be???

Just to quickly speculate on Malleus, Silver, and/or Idia’s potential cards:

King of the Underworld (Idia) — Idia finally wakes tf up and gets off his ass to contribute to the rescue 😂 Perhaps he reconnects with his family to figure out the situation and goes full mad scientist/hacker mode?? Not sure what the outfit would be but I’m picturing he’s looking deranged and dressed mad cyberpunk-y.

Knight of Dreams (Silver) — This one, I think, is the most easily predicted. Many Silver cards mirror Sebek’s, and since Sebek’s card seems to feature him in the armor of the night fae, Silver’s may feature him in the armor of the Silver Owls. (Maybe Silver will even magically get his blonde hair back for the brief shot of the initial card art www) This may be tied with Silver fully accepting his royal lineage (ie his old family) while also embracing those he has sworn to protect now (his new family). It may or may not also be associated with Silver “waking” Lilia and/or the spell on him finally breaking thanks to Lilia’s true love. I would genuinely be shocked if this guess was wrong or not close—

Ruler of the Abyss (Malleus) — Two thoughts: either this kicks off the series of OB boy cards people have been speculating about for years OR this will kick off the start of the OB boys “fully realized” series, since the other OB boys have similar titles. However, it should be noted that these same titles are also very close to, if not the same as, the book titles (1-7), which may not be as triumphant in context given that they serve as the main antagonists for their respective books. So either we’re getting Malleus Full Crazy Mode or Malleus maturing a bit and finally learning to let his loved ones go. In both cases, I see him dressed up like the prince he is, looking regal and yet lonely.

Do you guys have any ideas??? (They don’t necessarily have to he for Idia, Silver, and/or Malleus! One of my friends suggested merform Jade and Floyd for potential Undersea Advisor and Undersea Marauder cards—) If you do, feel free to share them ^^

#twst #twisted wonderland #Malleus Draconia #Idia Shroud #Diasomnia #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #spoilers #notes from the writing raven #Silver #Ortho Shroud #Ignihyde #Lilia Vanrouge #Sebek Zigvolt #twst theory #twst theories #twisted wonderland theory #twisted wonderland theories #Jade Leech #Floyd Leech #Tweels

[neighbourshouse]

Quality Time (WWDITS)

Nadja x Female Reader

Summary: Nadja wants to know more about you. (Fluff)

Warnings: Mentions of nudity, insecurity.

Authors note: Hi Hi Hi this is my first ever fanfiction.

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5:30 PM; The vampires wouldn’t be up for a while as the sun was still out and not to set for another hour.

Guillermo gets up around the same time you do, not interacting with each other as you both find solace in the quiet you two only seem to get in the daytime. Usually, you are awake around 12:30, getting ready as you wish and cleaning the house up before the vampires rise for the night. However, today you let yourself sleep in a bit later. Last night ran too long and the house was tidy(ish). 

You kept your room dark- if there was one thing you did have in common with the vampires, you enjoyed the night. The room lit with warm-toned lamps, you stood in front of your mirror in a t-shirt, underwear, and socks, looking at yourself.

You have never really liked your body, a constant insecurity mainly while living with individuals who were quite attractive. You were especially bugged by your appearance today, looking at the shape of your hips and the curves of your legs. The t-shirt you wore was purposely large enough to hide your torso and release emphasis on your breasts.

You watched yourself for a few minutes, eventually turning to put on jeans and a hoodie. 

“Why do you look at yourself like that? Also, why is there fabric up your ass??” Nadja was sitting on your bed, watching you. She squinted her eyes as her gaze roamed all over your body.

“HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN SITTING THERE?” you yelled, rushing over to the end of your bed where your pants lay. You quickly pulled them on, frantically zipping them up. At least now you were fully dressed.

“are you going to answer my questions?” She stated.

“NO, I’m not gonna answer actually. why are you up?? you should still be asleep!”

“I awoke early and was bored. What do you expect me to do? Clean the house?” She smirked as if the cameras were there.

“You could have at least knocked”

“ok well, I didn’t and I’m here now.”

There was a pause. You looked at her, brows slightly furrowed. For once you could see slight concern glint across her eyes. It made your gaze soften. You shouldn’t be rude, she is your Mistress after all.

You threw on your hoodie and sat next to her on the bed.

“Sooo…what’s up?” You asked, a little more care in your voice.

As Nadja and Laszlo’s familiar, they only ever really ordered you around. However, both were oddly protective over you for some unknown reason, especially Nadja. She even was the one who insisted you have a proper bedroom; Unlike Guillermo who unfortunately got the space under the stairs. 

Nadja and you were the only women in the house. It was hard for you, so you could only imagine how polarizing and alone it must be for her. You know, being a vampire and all on top.

I mean, to tell the truth, you really liked Nadja, like, really liked her- but you could never say anything. You found her beautiful and her oddness was something you could connect with. At the least, you wanted to be her friend but she always seemed to stray away from you or demand things in front of the others. So this interaction was a first.

“I don’t know, I guess I just wanted to talk to you?… I feel a little bad, you’ve been with us for a while now and- I’ve not even bothered to get to know you.” Her eyes shifted downwards into her lap. You squinted and began to inspect her from afar. What the fuck is going on?

“Are you ok? Should I wake the others and get help?”

“No no, I’m fine, like I said I just….”

She looked at you. Was that a bit of sadness?

“Nadja, do you want someone to talk to?” You smiled slightly, trying to get her to look at you.

Her head lifted and she began to smile back- this still seemed too genuine for Nadja. 

“I think I do. I also didn’t realise- how sort of interesting you are? I’ve never been in here.” She flicked her eyes around the room, taking in the posters on your walls and the knick-knacks and books on your shelves.

“Thank you…” you trailed off not really knowing what to say next.

Her eyes met yours again.

“y/n, I really do want to know more about you.” You blushed at her words.

“well…what exactly do you want to know?” You said slowly, she began to smile again. Gosh her smile is so pretty. She is so pretty.

“Tell me about yourself. Where are you from? Who are your parents? What was your childhood like? what is your favourite colour? What is your darkest secret?-“ She began to ramble on with different questions, you grabbed her hand to make her stop for a moment. She froze, looking down at the contact. Scared, you retracted your arm quickly as she looked at you. 

‘oh shit, you done fucked it-’ you thought.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ apologies started to spew out of you.

“No no! it’s ok! I’m just not- used to that kind of thing.” She looked focused as her brain processed what had just happened.

You felt unsure of what to do, so, you let yourself fall back onto your bed. She looked at you nervously, playing with her hands.

Finally, she laid down next to you, both staring at the ceiling on your backs.

Another moment of quiet.

“My Favourite colour is red.” You practically whispered, turning your head to look at her. She turned to you and smiled. Nadja seemed so excited yet calm in manner. 

“So is mine.”  Her grin was spread from ear to ear.

“Are you sure you really want to know about me?” The question seemed to dissipate into thin air as Nadja looked at you sternly.

“Of course I do.” She softened her gaze but her answer felt like an order.

With that, you began to tell her about where you were from and what life as a mortal has been like for you. You told her about your friends and the adventures you’ve been on and your family. Her sudden interest in your life made you feel good.

What felt like minutes was really 2 hours. You glanced at the clock on your nightstand. The sun had long set, it now being 7:30 PM. Nadja lay on her stomach, kicking her feet like a schoolgirl. 

“Oh shit- it’s 7:30 already?? Nadja I gotta get to my chores and start helping out-” You started to get up but she pushed you back down with a firm hand.

“Nonsense! I am your Mistress and I say tonight your job is to hang out with me.” She could tell you were slightly puzzled and shocked.

“Bubs it is okkkkkk. You are mine, I get to decide what you do.” Her words made your stomach flutter and your cheeks flush.

“Ok…but what about-“

“Nuh-uh, the others are fine. Like I said, your only task tonight is to be with me.”

A bit of thought and you couldn’t deny her, you smiled, Nadja had been waiting for that. She began to smile back as well. 

The thought of talking further about yourself felt exhausting, and at this, you realised you didn’t know a whole lot about Nadja. Obviously, you knew she was a vampire from Antipaxos that was 500 years old, and that she had a husband (Laszlo) and enjoyed pleasure and killing. But what else?

“Nadja?…”

“Yes my darling angel.” She was so trained on you.

“I wanna know more about you.” She stopped kicking her feet. A mixture of disbelief and sorrow crossed her face. You were unsure if you should have said that.

“What- what do you mean?” She tilted her head. 

“I mean like- what are your interests? Passions? Beliefs?” As much as you would like to know her answers, you didn’t want to upset Nadja.

She went quiet for a moment. 

“No one has ever asked me that before.” She looked at you with wide, sad eyes. It kind of scared you.

“I mean- if you don’t want to tell me or have the others know or just like want to end the convo here thats-“

She now cut you off by grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it. It was your turn to freeze.

“I do want you to know. I just…I just feel like it’s been hundreds of years since anyone has bothered to ask…” Your heart ached. Bits of pain felt like it trickled from her hand to yours like blood down her sleeve.

“Well, I don’t understand why they wouldn’t. You are so interesting and intelligent and cool and prett-“ You stopped yourself. Nadja raised an eyebrow at you.

“No please, go on.” She smirked now grasping your hand a little tighter.

“No, it’s ok!” You squeaked, it hurt a bit but you didn’t mind. You were more scared of her knowing what you felt.

Nadja let go of your hand.

“Well…I guess I really haven’t told anyone mu-“

Just then there is a knock at the door.

“Nadja darling, I know you’re in there. I and the boys need help wi-“ 

“LASZLO FUCK OFF! I’m busy with y/n tonight so you’ll have to find HELP ELSEWHERE!”

You hear Laszlo sigh on the other side of the door. He knew not to fight her on this. Walking away he calls to the others, “Welp, we are royally fucked.”

You laugh which draws Nadja’s attention back to you. She grins again.

“Do you think we should go and help them?” you questioned.

“No, they’re fineeeee. Where were we…”

And with that, Nadja talked her heart away. And you absorbed every single word.

#nadja x reader #nadja of antipaxos #what we do in the shadows #laszlo cravensworth #nandor the relentless #guillermo de la cruz #colin robinson #nadja wwdits #nandor #guillermo #the guide #laszlo #nadja doll #nadja x y/n

[hotreadingwitch]

MADE TO LIE - the confession

Content Warnings/Kinks: praise kink, dominance, hickeys, scratching, cum swallowing/cum play, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected vaginal sex

BUCKY 

Bucky woke up to find the sun streaming in through the large, paned hotel window. Taking in a sleepy breath, he could barely believe how well this mission had worked out for him in the end. Though he’d almost been caught the night before, almost being forced to return to his life as the Winter Soldier, he’d also found someone who he valued as more than just a colleague or a teammate. The smile that painted his face when he turned over to see Y/n still sleeping, hair spread around her on the pillow in a messy halo and his shirt buttoned up over her frame, was both wide and pure. Last night, she’d insisted on wearing the oversized item, ignoring the fact that it looked more like a short dress on her than a shirt. He’d given in, of course, wanting her to have every comfort that she desired, especially with the complex pain he knew she must be feeling after the confrontation with the Cranes and her father. 

It took him just 10 minutes to get two coffees from a sweet barista at the cafe below the hotel and return to their suite. When he got back, Y/n was still asleep, likely exhausted. He placed the coffees on the bedside table before sitting on the edge, beside Y/n’s slumbering form. 

“Doll,” he woke her, with a gentle hand on her shoulder, his voice quiet and comforting. 

She swatted at him, her hand sharp and fast as a bullet but one that he dodged easily, mumbling grumpily, “Bucky…” 

“You’ve got to get up eventually doll, why not now?” 

“I never pegged you as a morning person” she smiled then, a small but genuine grin. 

A tense silence formed quickly in the echo of her words as her smile faltered, the events of the night before playing out in both their minds. 

“I think we should talk…” Bucky started. 

“About?” 

“Y/n…” 

“About what, Bucky?” she raised a shaky eyebrow, her calm mask cracking. 

Bucky sighed before pushing through, “About what your father sai—” 

“I don’t want to talk about that,” Y/n hesitated, interrupting before letting out a low whisper, “Talking about it will ruin everything Bucky, he ruins everything” 

He came towards her, his gaze soft, “Please doll, hear me out…If we decided to continue whatever this is I think you might be the best thing that could ever happen to me” Her sleepy eyes turned up to look at him hopefully, the sight practically breaking his heart as he pushed himself to continue, “…But I’d probably be the worst thing that could happen to you” 

“You’re wrong, you know that?” she whispered back bravely, “I’ve been through the worst already, there’s nothing you could do that could break me now…I want you Bucky, please” 

“That’s not exactly good Y/n” he sighed, frustrated but still speaking calmly, sadly, “You’ve been through so much that if I ruined your entire life you wouldn’t even blink an eye. That’s—that’s toxic. I don’t want to be the next thing that hurts you” 

“You won’t be” she stated plainly. 

“I’m not fully—“ he paused, “There’s still work I have to do before I’m good…what if I make a mistake that causes you more pain?”

“Then you’ll learn” 

He ran an exasperated hand through his cropped hair, grasping at straws, “I still have nightmares—what happens if you’re in my bed and I kill you in my sleep?”

“That’s a chance I’m willing to take” she replied strongly, “Listen, I can’t picture my future without you anymore…everybody needs somebody Bucky and you’re my somebody”

“But what if I—”

“I know Bucky, I know, okay? Do you think I don’t get what it’s like to make mistakes? To have done bad things? To have regrets?” she said, trying her best to keep her voice calm despite her jumping heart rate. She took his calloused hands in her own, and he let her, “I know what it’s like to be afraid of yourself, believe me. But we can do it together, learn how to be better together…I’m willing Bucky, you just have to trust me” 

He squeezed her hands with his own, searching her eyes, for what, even he didn’t know. 

“I’m afraid I won’t be able to be the man that you need, that you deserve, and that I’ll give my all to you and it still won’t be enough. I don’t want this to end in heartbreak.” His eyes softened, misty, yet without any tears falling like he was trying to keep himself together and failing miserably. That ball in his stomach was rolling around, wreaking havoc. And yet, Y/n’s words were making the feeling calmer by the second, making him feel like he could reach for what he wanted without fear for the first time. 

“It’s always going to be a risk” 

“I haven’t taken many of those in my life, not really, but all the brave people I know have. Steve. Sam. Natasha. You…” He paused, brushing her cheek gently with his knuckle. “You have, you’re so brave Y/n, more brave than you could ever know.” 

“It’s always going to be a risk Bucky” she repeated quietly, her words striking him at his core. 

“I’ve lived a long and loveless life Y/n,” he rasped with a wet chuckle, continuing even when she opened her mouth to interrupt, “No, listen, please. Yes, I’ve had good friends and good family but never…love, not like this. I don’t want to give up on us doll—So maybe I can be brave for you if you let me, and we’ll be alright?” 

“We will be, I know it” She leaned toward him, hesitating before planting a gentle kiss on his stubbly cheekbone. 

“How?” he huffed with a small smile, having already admitted defeat. 

“I just do” she kissed his cheek again, “I just do…” 

Y/N 

His lips touched her forehead in one intimate motion before he trailed down to her mouth, capturing her in a kiss that she’d likely never forget. 

Her hands traced down from the sturdy contour of his jaw to his neck to his chest to his arms, metal and flesh, barely able to keep her hands off of him. His gaze pierced her before he tucked his lips to the crook of her neck, making her groan at the sensation. There was heat between them, sure, a heat that was quickly growing from a small flame into a full, blazing fire but it was the warmth in Bucky’s eyes, the unabashed trust, and the grounding feeling she gained from each kiss, that truly made her feel red-hot. 

She pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side before he began to unbutton his own shirt that she was still wearing from the night before. The cool air hit her nipples, making them peak. They kissed and kissed and kissed, Y/n reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck as they did, groaning into his mouth. When she finally pulled back, her eyes scanned over his body, taking his armour off piece by imaginary piece. It felt good—being vulnerable with him, touching him—so good that she felt the full-bodied sense of love settling deep in her bones. 

“Please don’t make me wait any longer” she begged, her hands grazing the band of his pants as she sat down on the bed’s edge, him towering over her. 

“The coffees are going to go cold…” he hesitated with a shy smirk. 

“I don’t care” she breathed as Bucky sunk to his knees. 

She spread her legs instinctively, needing his mouth on her more than she needed anything. In that moment, she thought she’d take a single orgasm from him over her own happiness, though, she had a feeling that he’d never leave her without either, pleasure or joy, ever again. 

“Please” her whimpered plea was desperate yet unashamed. 

When he connected his mouth to her it sent a sharp feeling instantly through her body, one that went straight to her clit. 

“Fuck” she gasped, immediately gripping her hands in his short hair. 

He kissed the sensitive area, looking up at her, “That feel good doll?” 

She ground her hips upward, arching to meet his soft lips. 

“Yes—shit—yes, it feels so good Bucky”

He chuckled darkly before reconnecting to her, his tongue sweeping over her wet hole before moving up toward her clit. He used his strong fingers to part her lips, spreading them so that he had better access to the sensitive area. He started slow, licking at her languidly, making her breath hitch and her hips buck upward restlessly. But Y/n’s low whines and her tight grip on his hair made him go faster and faster as if he couldn’t resist giving her the pleasure she craved until his tongue was moving so quickly back and forth it was a blur across her clit. 

“I can’t get over how good you taste doll—fuck” he groaned as he lapped lower with his tongue, teasing her needy hole before returning to her clit. 

She arched again, shivering at the way the slight change in angle made the feeling of his licking at her clit even more intense. 

“I can’t take—fuck—please Bucky, I need you in me now”

Removing his mouth from her, he took his fingers and caressed her sopping hole. Holding it up to the light, he groaned at the sight of her wetness. Y/n looked down, gulping as she noticed the hard, strained bulge waiting in his pants. Her eyes widened even more then, pupils blown with pure desire, as he brought her slick to his lips, tasting her without shame. “You really do taste so good” he chuckled, smiling handsomely when the comment made her flush.

His fingers returned to her hole, gently moving them around and around without once pushing into her. His small smile was dangerous. 

“You’re ready to take it doll?” he questioned, kissing her inner thigh as he teased her.

She shivered in response, whining his name, “Bucky…” 

“I asked you a question” he glared from below, his dominance taking over, “Don’t make me ask you again”

“Yes” she rushed her response, “I want it, please Bucky, I need to feel you inside me” 

He praised her skin with his mouth, tracing sloppy kisses down her neck to the space between her breasts before finally removing his pants and positioning himself in front of her. Her legs wrapped around him as she balanced her ass on the edge of the massive bed.

“You’re sure?” 

“Yes—God, Bucky if you don’t—“ 

Her words fell off in an instant as he slid the first half of himself into her. She’d somehow forgotten just how big he was, letting out a hiss and a loud moan at the immediate feelings of pleasure. 

“You’re so fucking tight around me doll” he spat out, his voice a low growl.

He was only halfway in her and still, she clenched around him desperately, needing more, more, more. 

“Deeper, deeper please” she begged.

With a huff he pushed deep into her until he was fully seated inside, her walls squeezing around him. 

“F—fuck” he growled, his breathing heavy as he started to thrust.

The feeling of his full length slamming into her was overwhelming, to say the least. It was heat and tension and desperation and adoration all mixed together. She rocked her hips along with his in perfect rhythm, moving completely in sync with him. Her breath hitched as he ground into her, placing his hands, both flesh and metal on her hips. The more she arched the better he felt inside her like he was reaching parts of her that she didn’t even know were there.

“Hold on…” he commanded, his voice dark as he thrust and thrust, “Hold onto me doll—fuck”

She reached her hands around him, scratching them down his back, making him growl. He pushed further into her, the weight of him between her legs made them spread even wider. She arched, groaning as he returned his lips to her neck, sucking, leaving a trail of marks behind, marks that declared she was his. 

“Bucky” she moaned, lost to the haze of the pleasure, “I need—“ 

In an instant his fingers were on her clit sliding back and forth across her wet pussy, beginning to please her just how he knew she liked it. His thrusts were harsh and full of need, hers as much as his. Her gaze flitted upward, startling at the pure desire that was reflected in his eyes. It felt good to be pleasured, to be worshipped by him. 

“From the moment my lips touched your body—fuck—from the moment I met you” he whispered with reverence, planting kisses down the length of her neck, “I’ve known you were the one”

“I—Bucky,” she cried out, her words interrupted by her moans. 

“Tell me doll, let me hear it,” he groaned, eyes fiery. 

“I feel the same way…about you” she whimpered, feeling her release coming closer and closer Her hands grazed over his body, over his arms—one cool metal under her fingertips and the other truly warmer than the sun, “You’ve always been the one for me” 

Bucky thrust down into her as his fingers fiercely rubbed over her clit, bringing her closer and closer to the edge, all while kissing her neck, her jaw, and her forehead. 

“Bucky” she moaned, her breathing laboured. 

“I can feel you cumming” he strained, brushing a stray hair from her face in one intimate swipe, “so fucking tight—such a good girl for me”

She tensed before the sensitivity ricocheted through her entire being, making her chest and legs shake beneath him as he gripped her waist while the other hand played with her clit. As she came it felt like dying, an intense, body-rocking death that was quickly followed by the most glorious of rebirths. Bucky came just after her and Y/n held his shoulders as he did, supporting him like he had held her, his deep, breathy moans tickling her ear. 

“Fuck, fuck” he groaned before collapsing beside her. 

She straddled him then, easing on top of him, mindful of his still slick cock throbbing below her, leaning forward to kiss him. His strong hands ran up the length of her back, practically cradling her as he kissed her back. 

“Thank you” she whispered, feeling fully satiated and hopeful for their future.

“Thank you, doll” he kissed her cheek. Pushing her hair back again out of her face, properly gazing at her with love and affection, both their hearts feeling full. 

Bucky and Y/n’s relationship was delicate. One wrong move could cause disaster but it seemed that neither of them really cared anymore. They both knew well then that everything is always a risk. They knew too that love, true love, was one worth taking. 

A/N - This is the last chapter of this mini-series/novella!! Thank you all for so much love with this, I'll be forever grateful that the chapters have been so well-received here and on Wattpad. The epilogue chapter will be on Christmas Day or the day after!

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[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Can we get hcs of Helian and s/o waking up after a drunken night of doing spicy things?

(GFL) AK-12, AK-15, UMP45, HK416, M4A1, M16A1, RO635, G36, WA2000, Helianthus with their S/O the morning after

I've actually been wanting to write something like this for a while, so now's the perfect excuse to write it!

NSF-W IMPLICATIONS BELOW THE CUT! obviously

S/O's eyes slowly flutter open from the lights of their quarters, feeling a warmth on their body.

Their head turned to a smiling 12, who was snuggled into their chest, her finger idly tracing the outline of their shoulder.

(AK-12) "Hm, looks like someone slept good.~"

(S/O) "Thanks to a certain someone."

S/O made a conscious effort to not stare at her bare chest as the blanket shifted, something which she noticed despite her eyes being shut still.

(AK-12) "Why so shy now? You enjoyed doing much more to them last night-"

(S/O) "Ah, don't say it like that! Makes me sound like some kinda pervert."

12 hummed playfully as S/O moved to get up. Their quarters had always been an enclosed gray rectangle with only space enough for a table, chair, bed, and a closet.

But with 12 hugging so tightly onto them, it felt even smaller somehow.

Before they could fully sit upright, she forced them back down, a small chuckle escaping her lips.

(AK-12) "Come on, we don't have to get up just yet. I'm not entirely satisfied."

(S/O) "We both have to get to work soon, 12. And unlike you, I can get sore."

12's eyes opened and revealed her glowing pink irises, staring straight at S/O, though her expression was more soft than intimidating.

(AK-12) "Please?"

(S/O) sigh "...That's cheating."

(AK-12) "Mhm, but is it working?"

It took all of S/O's self-restraint to not do anything else after giving her a kiss, resulting in 12 making an adorable pout.

S/O felt a small nudge on their forehead that stirred them awake, turning their head to the left and seeing 15 looking at them.

(AK-15) "...Good morning."

(S/O) "Mm...Morning, 15."

Her face was stoic as usual, though there was the slightest tinge of red on her cheeks. S/O had no idea if that was her, or just their eyes seeing something that wasn't there.

Regardless, it made S/O cuddle into 15 with their arms wrapping around her waist.

She slowly raised her arms and did the same, their bare skin touching one another.

Although just like last night, it felt more passionate than lewd.

(AK-15) "You are not injured, I presume?"

(S/O) "Injured? From wha-...O-Oh, right." ahem "No, just a little sore is all."

(AK-15) "Understood. I will take better care next time, my apologies."

(S/O) "Heh, you don't need to say sorry. I don't exactly mind."

(AK-15) "No, but the Commander will should our intercourse become a liability."

S/O couldn't help but blush a little by how bluntly 15 stated last night's activities.

(S/O) "R-Right...By the way, did you kiss my forehead?"

(AK-15) "I did...Should I have not done that?"

(S/O) "Actually, I...was wondering if you could do it again."

15 remained silent again before nodding.

(AK-15) "Acknowledged."

UMP45 yawned as she moved closer into S/O's personal space, a hand lazily resting on their chest.

(UMP45) "Mornin'."

(S/O) "Hey, sleep alright?"

(UMP45) "Mmm, guess so. Now I understand why G11 struggles to get out of bed."

(S/O) "The bed that comfortable?"

(UMP45) "Well, that and a certain someone is quite the sight to wake up to."

UMP45 playfully kissed their cheek and smiled, one of the rare times S/O got to see her genuine one.

(S/O) "You're not so bad looking yourself, you know."

(UMP45) "Aren't you the charmer?...Alright, we should probably get moving. Don't want HK screaming at me too."

UMP45 and S/O sat up, the blanket falling onto both their laps with nothing to make themselves look decent.

Not that either of them minded.

UMP45 felt a tad bit embarrassed about her chest being out in the open, but it quickly dissipated when her head fell onto S/O's shoulder.

(UMP45) "...On second thought, maybe we can stay like this for a few more minutes."

(S/O) "No complaints from me."

416 holds onto S/O tighter the moment she felt them awaken and trying to move.

(S/O) "Wha...416?"

(HK416) "You move too much in your sleep."

(S/O) "You didn't have a problem with me moving last night-"

416 gave them a death glare as S/O chuckled, but she simply shook her head and rested it on their chest.

She angled her head away to make sure S/O didn't see her blush, but they could just feel it with how her face began to heat up.

(S/O) "Did you rest well at least? I hope I didn't annoy you too much then."

(HK416) "I slept good...t-thanks to you. Now, get your ass up. I don't wanna have to lecture you too as well."

(S/O) "But, you're on me-"

416 gently flicked their forehead, grumbling what S/O could assume was German.

(S/O) "Love you too, 416!"

416 rolled her eyes but S/O saw the tiniest smile on the corner of her lips that formed.

S/O feels their hand wrapped in a comfortable warmth, turning over and seeing M4 smiling right at them, both her hands wrapping around theirs.

(M4A1) "Good morning, dear."

Even though she was blushing, her smile did nothing to mask her beauty, making S/O's mouth go slightly agape.

(S/O) "Morning, M4."

The two briefly kissed before S/O squeezed her hand in return, making her giggle.

(S/O) "You're very beautiful in the morning, you know that?"

M4 bashfully turned away, finally releasing S/O's hand.

(M4A1) "Hah, I-I don't know if I can handle these kinds of compliments this early in the morning."

(S/O) "How about this then?"

M4 let out a cute yelp when S/O suddenly hugged her from behind, rapidly giving her light pecks on the cheek that made her laugh.

S/O was just happy to see M4 laughing after what she had been through.

She deserved every bit of affection, and more.

M16 obnoxiously stretched and yawned, her hand accidentally smushing against S/O's face.

(S/O) "Ack...!"

(M16A1) "Heh, what's up?"

She messily rolled over on top of them, her chest squishing up against them and threatening to press against their face, making S/O blush madly.

(M16A1) "Seriously? This wasn't even the craziest position w-"

(S/O) "Stop it! Too early for this, M16!"

M16 let out a hearty laugh, but her expression became softer as she laid her head next to theirs.

(M16A1) "...I love you."

S/O was taken aback by how affectionate she had just become, but returned the gesture with a kiss on her eye.

(S/O) "Love you too."

M16 finally got off S/O, letting them breathe freely again as she got up and put on a shirt.

(S/O) "...H-Hey, that's my shirt!"

(M16A1) "Psh, girlfriend rules. Whatever clothes you wear are mine."

She wore the shirt outside of their room, making many members of AR Team realize the implications of what had happened.

Except for SOPMOD.

RO flusteredly put the blanket over her large chest, making S/O wake up faster than she intended.

(S/O) "Hm...? Oh, hey RO. Is something wrong?"

(RO635) "N-No, it's just...Um...I don't look decent right now."

S/O smiled as their hand brushed against hers.

(S/O) "You always look beautiful to me, RO."

Her cheeks brighten up at the compliment, but is quick to correct them.

(RO635) "I-I meant I'm not dressed!"

(S/O) "I know what you meant. But really? After what we did last night?"

(RO635) "That's a bit different! But...I appreciate the compliment."

S/O laughed at how adorable she was, giving them a small peck on the cheek. It made her shoulders finally relax, and let the blanket drop as she averted her gaze.

(RO635) "Can you hand me my shirt...please?"

G36's eyes squint as she wakes up, trying to find a shirt to put on for the moment before feeling S/O's hand on her waist.

(G36) "Ah, good morning, dear."

(S/O) "Morning. Going to work already?"

(G36) "Indeed."

(S/O) "Can't you stay in bed for at least a few more minutes?"

(G36) "No, I cannot. I must make myself look presentable otherwise people might...talk."

G36 reflexively covered her chest, though she made no effort to hide it from S/O.

(S/O) "Well, at least that'll be easy for you..."

S/O awkwardly eyed the hickies on their neck.

G36 vision became clearer as she closed in on S/O's face, giving them a quick kiss before finally getting up and letting S/O stare.

(G36) "...S/O, I believe you have already had ample time to look at me from last night. May I ask if you can help find my clothes?"

(S/O) "R-Right."

WA's eyes shot wide open the moment she realized she had no clothes on, and neither did S/O.

She looked hurriedly back and forth for a shirt before seeing S/O slowly get up.

S/O wrapped their arms around her stomach, making her yelp as she felt their head on her shoulder.

(S/O) "Hey, WA-"

(WA2000) "W-Watch where your hands are going!"

S/O chuckled teasingly, but made no suggestive movement with their hands, much to her relief.

Instead their hug became tighter.

(S/O) "You didn't mind at all last night where my hands were-"

(WA2000) "I swear to god you blockhead, one more word out of your mouth...!"

WA felt S/O's smirk grow against her bare shoulder, but they said nothing else when WA sighed and relaxed into them.

WA rested her body against theirs, closing her eyes.

(WA2000) "...Just give me my shirt in a few minutes, and I'll let you have this, alright?"

(S/O) "Let me have this, or let you have this?"

(WA2000) "Shut it already."

WA squeezed the hands around her tightly, deciding to enjoy the intimate moment with S/O adding of saying anything else.

Helian jolted awake as her eyes shot wide open, almost screaming.

(Helianthus) "I'M GONNA BE LATE!"

(S/O) "H-Helian! It's only 7, we still got an hour and a half!"

(Helianthus) "I...I-I see."

She finally realized what had happened, noticing her and S/O's lack of clothing.

Slowly, she grabbed the blanket and covered her chest awkwardly.

(Helianthus) "...G-Good morning."

(S/O) "Um...Morning."

An awkward silence passed between the two before she put the blanket to her mouth, her voice barely above a whisper.

(Helianthus) "...Was...I alright last night?"

S/O smiled and took her into a loving embrace, making her relax just the slightest amount.

(S/O) "More than alright. You made me feel loved, and that's all I'll ask for. What about you?"

Uncharacteristically, she gets even quieter as her expression softens and her shoulders become less stiff.

(Helianthus) "...I feel the same, S/O."

After a moment enjoying the intimacy, Helian clears her throat and begins speaking how she normally does.

(Helianthus) "Get yourself dressed. I want you ready by the time I come out the shower."

(S/O) "Can't we both use it?"

That immediately makes her fumble her next words.

(Helianthus) "I-...I suppose we can. Just...don't try anything, alright?"

(S/O) "Heh, yes ma'am."

She raised an eyebrow at their playful tone.

(S/O) "..." ahem "Understood."

S/O said in a much more clearer and professional tone.

That made Helian chuckle, making her squeeze their hand affectionately.

(Helianthus) "Much better."

She didn't mind S/O's playfulness and...other moods, as long as it was kept inside here in privacy.

#nsft #girls' frontline imagines #girls' frontline x reader #girls' frontline headcanons #ak 12 x reader #ak 15 x reader #ump45 x reader #hk416 x reader #m4a1 x reader #m16a1 x reader #ro635 x reader #g36 x reader #wa2000 x reader #helianthus x reader #ak 12 gfl #ak 15 gfl #ump45 gfl #hk416 gfl #m4a1 gfl #m16a1 gfl #ro635 gfl #g36 gfl #wa2000 gfl #helianthus gfl

[bunnakit]

last twilight e2 thoughts feelings etc

As always, I'm just some dude on the internet. I could be way off base with some of this but I just think it's fun to think about. Night asking Mhok to make him a cup of coffee was very interesting. Mhok is not there as a general staff, cook, etc. He's there to help Day and only Day and Night is fully capable of making himself a cup of coffee. Curious if this is a hint at Night helping himself to things intended for Day, coveting things Day has, etc. It definitely didn't feel like a throw away action.

I appreciate Porjai very, very gently reprimanding Mhok for being nosy in cleaning up Day's room. It was a bit of a misstep for Mhok and he needed to know that. It's important to let us disabled people ask for help when we need it and not assume we always need help. While the state of Day's room was very likely a concern for safety reasons and general health he should have been asked at the very least if it should or could be cleaned. It's not unlike grabbing the handles of someone's wheelchair and pushing them when they didn't ask to - You don't know what Day has a system for, you don't know what paths he's memorized, or even what obstacles he may have set up for himself intentionally to guide himself to different parts of the room. While it seems difficult for Day to ask for help it is something he's going to have to get accustomed to and he will with time, jumping in and making changes without his consent robs him of more of his already so very scarce agency he's been allowed.

Aon telling Day he needs to be patient and learn to talk to sighted people is huge. I made a post last week about my favorite thing being Day's anger and this is absolutely true, however, it can be so very easy to wallow in your grief and anger if you let yourself. It's important for Day to be angry, it's important for him to be impatient, but it's also important for him to push past those things and grow. Day needs to reevaluate his interpersonal interactions, he needs to relearn how to socialize especially without social queues from body language (something we often process subconsciously and take for granted.) All Day has now to go off of is voice inflection and his own critical thinking skills. He's going to have to be patient with people, he's going to have to adjust, and he's going to have to give Mhok a genuine chance. It's easy to isolate yourself when you're disabled, far too easy, and it's so much harder and scarier to try.

In the same vein as my first comment, the fumbled eye drops scene is so important, I loved it so much. It's Day realizing his limitations, coming to terms with them, and accepting that he needs help - he can't do everything on his own and that's okay, there are people there to help him if he just asks. And Mhok just does it. He doesn't make him feel silly or stupid or feeble, he just looks for the eye drops and hands them over. It's not A Thing, it's not anything more than just helping someone. It's easy, and it should be.

The Boob Grab sure is something. I did not know Jimmy was built like that. I'll talk more about this later.

"Living alone in a small fish tank is lonely, right?"

Oh fuck me UP. Living alone in this tiny bedroom is lonely, isn't it Day?

"Goldfish have a short memory. It can't be lonely."

Perhaps the goldfish's memory is so short because no one has ever taken the time to stick around. No one was worth remembering. And maybe the goldfish wishes he remembered some things less.

The fish is dying, suffocating in it's own filth and loneliness, suffocating from a lack of consideration and care. But suddenly the goldfish goes outside, it breathes fresh air, smells the blooming jasmine, and suddenly it doesn't feel like it's suffocating anymore. Things are a little clearer - not literally but it no longer feels like it's swimming through a miasma. (The goldfish is Day, btw.)

FUCK. ME. UP. I'm eating all of this like the delicious anniversary dinner I had tonight.

So lunch. I noticed this at the beginning of the episode but it's really driven home here. Zero accommodations have been made for Day in the span of a fucking year. There's been no safety measures made, no pathways made more accessible, and even more frustrating they've reorganized the fucking kitchen. It's like they sealed Day in a tomb and are just waiting for him to die so they can move on with business as usual. I would ask 'how is Day supposed to do anything for himself' but it's very clear no one thought of that. They all thought of him as this shambling shell of a man that couldn't possibly do basic tasks like find the soy sauce for himself, they didn't consider him even as an afterthought when rearranging everything. It shows Day's fall from grace within his own family in such a brutal way and it makes me so angry with his family.

The scene with Night and his friends is a lot. Day's anxiety is so palpable and the comments made make me wonder if Day's condition has been kept under wraps as some sort of shameful secret. I would be interested to see if there was an NDA in Mhok's contract.

And then we get Mhok's anxiety and raw fear. Mhok's worst nightmares came to fruition and he knows what hopelessness, frustration, and despair can do to a person. He knows it only takes the smallest thing to push someone into the unthinkable and he can't allow that to happen again. He failed to see it last time, failed to answer a call for help. He won't ever miss that call again.

Here's where we're going to come back to the boob grab and here's where I could be WAY FUCKING OFF BASE. I know we all love it, Jimmy boobie stress ball teehee, but there's also a moment of shock on Day's face when it happens. He's alarmed and taken aback and rightfully so because what the fuck this man is half naked in his room??? Then we come to this point where Mhok has just burst into his room while Day is naked and vulnerable and he knows Mhok has seen him. His reaction might seem harsh or impulsive but here's the tragic thing - A painful, horrible amount of caretakers in the world take advantage of their charges monetarily, sexually, or otherwise. (It's something I've personally seen happen to friends and family.)It's not the rule, but it happens enough to be notable.

It would not be difficult for Day to be taken advantage of and this is only his.. third? fourth? day with Mhok who is still very much a stranger to him. Mhok was completely justified in his reaction (and realistically should have a key for Day's room for emergencies only because God forbid Day fall in the bath or something) but Day's reaction is every bit justified as well. But I don't blame Day for his reaction because he very likely was afraid and his emotions were already so heightened from the mess with his brother, and I applaud Mhok for just leaving and leaving it at that. They both needed to calm down and Mhok leaves. He respects Day's decision, his agency, etc. He walks away from a job that could change his life.

Once again The Little Prince narrates the lives of these two perfectly. No notes, perfect, beautiful, muah.

The fucking slippers. Finally, someone has taken the time to understand. It was a simple solution to a large part of Day's frustration and pain. It has given him some of his agency back, taken away some of his fear. These stupid ugly goldfish slippers have given him so much and perhaps Mhok understands far more than Day gave him credit for because finally someone is listening to him, listening without him having to beg.

And Day going to see Mhok? That's huge. He could've asked Porjai to bring Mhok or ask him to come by but no; like The Prince he approaches the untamed fox.

And Mhok's desperation to understand. Fucking hell. He's gone above and beyond just being a caretaker and the way he says 'the way people look at us.' Because it's an us now, he wants to stand right by Day's side and shoulder this journey with him, to hold his hand and tell Day 'I'm here with you, you aren't alone.' I'm gonna chew my fucking upholstery.

This is only solidified with the addition of Big Mhok. Little Day isn't alone anymore and Big Mhok might be scary and intimidating but not for Little Day, never for Little Day. And then Day uses some of his precious ten fleeting seconds to see Mhok, to put a face to this insane, caring, brusque, ridiculous man that would live his days blindfolded just to understand someone else's perspective. Because Mhok is worth seeing.

Anyway they make me fucking insane, your honor. I don't know if I'll do this for every episode (if people like it enough, sure) but this one in particular had me feeling a lot of things.

#last twilight #last twilight the series #ltts meta #reposting bc i misspelled some names and wanted to add some comments and tweak some wording #bunn meta

[differenteagletragedy]

Hi, if you're willing, could I request some clingy Cove headcanons? Thanks

Clingy Cove is the best! Love him to bits.

-- When it comes to you, the boy just does not need personal space. It's not a requirement. Totally unnecessary.

-- If you do need it, that's fine! He'll absolutely give you as much as you need with zero complaints! Being clingy often has a negative connotation, but that's not what it is with Cove. He fully supports you doing whatever you need to do emotionally, having friends, being with your family, all of that OBVIOUSLY.

-- But if it was entirely up to him, he'd just rather be with you always. You are home to him, you have been for almost his whole life. With you he feels safe and comfortable, he feels like himself. He feels seen and accepted and loved, and it's the best feeling in the whole world.

-- So if you need some time to yourself, just tell him, ok? Because otherwise he's going to want to be right there.

-- You don't actually have to DO everything together, parallel play is wonderful! If you work from home, he'd just want to hang out in the same room if he's home too. If you're cooking dinner, then he can help, or at least sit on the counter looking pretty. If you need a nap and he's not sleepy, maybe he'll lie down with you anyway and read. And when he's older and more settled, why take two showers when you can just share one?

-- For real on that last one though especially, he's in ORCA, he's going to be about water conservation. Baths/showers together are very very important quality time.

-- It's like he just sort of doesn't understand the appeal of being alone if he could be with you. Again, if you do, that's great, he's more than willing to work with it.

-- I am going to be lazy and copy and paste something from another ask because it fits here too and I was thinking about this one when I wrote it lol

-- The whole thing about Cove is that to him, you are the best person in the world. And that's not just something to say, he literally thinks you are the best person in the entire world. He doesn't know most of the other people, sure, but he doesn't have to because how could anyone else be better than you? Remember, when he was little he thought you were actually made for him, and even though he's grown up and he's realized that's not how people work, the general belief is still there. You are the only person for him, and in that way, you were made for each other.

-- When you live together, if you like to sleep in or if you just sleep a little later than he does, every day is going to start with him trying to figure out if he should get his day started or just cuddle you for longer.

-- Sometimes if he really needs to get something done and decides to get up while you're still sleeping, he'll feel bad and try to sneak back in bed without waking you up. This, or if he really is just too busy, you have to get in bed earlier to make up for the lost time.

Cove: Come on, it's bedtime!

You: It's 8:30.

Cove: Yeah, and there's a cuddle deficit that we need to address.

-- He knows the exact math on this, don't try to argue with him.

-- I could genuinely do this all day.

-- What if after Step 3 you move away? Man is that gonna be hard.

-- I don't generally like the idea of taking Cove away from the beach, but I think if it's between the beach and you, he's going to pick you every single time.

-- So it may take him a little bit if plans are made more last minute, or if you don't confess right away, but if he knows you're going to college for FOUR YEARS far away, or if you get a job in another state? He's going to have a hard time just letting that be that.

-- When you are apart, he will text all the time. He's not expecting a conversation every time, he's fully aware of how clingy he is, but if he sees something that reminds him of you, he'll send you a photo, stuff like that.

You: *checking your phone on your lunch break to see several texts from Cove*

Cove: Do you remember when that bird stole dad's sandwich lol *sends video of bird*

Cove: I wish we were at the beach

Cove: Can we make fudge tonight

Cove: I miss you

-- This is obviously cannon, but when he gets settled he doesn't care that everyone knows how clingy he is.

-- Why would he? He is SO PROUD to be yours!

#our life beginnings and always #cove holden

[tadpolesonalgae]

Tamlin x reader: The Aftermath of Spring - Drabble

A/N: I believe there is a positive correlation between the summer-y air that I’ve been granted access to and the sudden increase in fluffy fics—couldn’t tell you why

What have I done?

You groan as the memories come flooding back to you—how he’d taken you in that cave. Even with the pleasant soreness between your thighs; the slight ache in your head and jaw, you can’t fully summon the feeling of regret that should be more prevalent in your current state.

The High Lord of Spring had been courting you for a while now, inviting out to luncheons and requesting your presence at the dining table. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t enjoyed it immensely: spending time with him.

Upon receiving your first invitation from him, you had become rather flustered, tripping over your skirts and bumping into your bedposts as you hurried to beautify yourself, scrambling for the plentiful supply of cosmetics that lined the interior of your various draws. You’d settled on a slight tint to your cheeks, along with a shade that didn’t look too unnatural on your lips, finishing with a slightly darker colour than your skin tone to your eyelids.

You’d stared at yourself for long enough to be labelled as vain by any male who had no concept of hygiene, and managed to make it to his requested spot on time without appearing out of breath. An excellent start. From there on, he’d extended his arm for you to latch onto, as he took you on a personal tour of his gardens—the ones kept private to most of his Court.

They were dazzling as you had expected, unable to keep the wide smile from your lips, despite your attempts to remain as unruffled and dignified as possible. He hadn’t seemed to mind, though, not once frowning at your open display of adoration for his fine garden, nor making a thinly veiled remark that you’re well accustomed to in the higher ends of the aristocracy.

The date had been wonderful, and he’d led you aside for some tea and scones—which were fluffy without being dry—with petit glass trinkets of cream and jam o the side. You’d wished to indulge in more, but had feared appearing gluttonous before him, so had relished and savoured the last morsel. To add to his charm, he’d made certain you had safe passage home, giving you nothing more than a slight incline of his head as you had curtsied. Not even a wisp of desire to be found in his emerald green eyes—as if he’d purely requested your company out of an interest in you; not your body.

He’d left you feeling rather giddy, if rather flustered, and that night, you’d dreamt not of the usual odd assortment of things that once day has risen one is no longer able to make sense of, but rather strolling again through that lovely garden, discussing botany and the charm of wildflowers where they are unwanted.

It was the third luncheon with him when you’d witnessed his grin—that he had, admittedly, tried to conceal by turning to look at a statue of two frolicking lambs. It had been so boyish, so un-High-Lord-like you’d had to fan your face to keep from blushing. He was surprisingly debonair with his kind smile and gentle but relevant anecdotes.

You’d talked long into the afternoon, empty cups of tea settled on their bespoke dishes—a strangely personal touch you found had you warming to him even more. He’d discussed his fondness for the fiddle, and you had laughed genuinely as he told you tales of his youth when he’d been about town and swindled a drink or two out of some drunken merrymaker’s pocket in payment for his tuneful services. Heavier subjects had begun to crop up, though you did not find yourself dreading them. Rather, Tamlin had spoken of his time spent as a foot-solder, competing with his comrades in competitions for the lewdest limerick.

“You have enjoy poetry?” You had asked.

Once upon a time, members of the higher classes had been expected to be well versed in classical literature, familiarising themselves with the works of the greats from an early age to appear sophisticated and well-spoken. Now, lessons were devoted more entirely to memorising the arms of houses, lineages from prestigious bloodlines and the politics between families. If it were none of the aforementioned, it would be sessions on etiquette. Needless to say, you’d hadn’t anticipated his genuine interest in the subject.

It had been a month of courting when you received your first sonnet from him, and t had left you more flustered that his initial request for your company. And so the back and forth of epistles had begun.

There was, you have to admit to yourself, a certain memory that seemed to make a habit of slinking into your mind when you were at the brink of sleep. It had been a moon and a half since he had begun courting you, and once again he’d been escorting you through his gardens, taking route past the roses you so adored—red, white, and lovely yellow.

“Do you have an aptitude for thinking on your feet?” You had asked, peering up at him from a rose. He’s raised a brow, but nodded his confirmation. “Your sonnets are so marvellously put together! I can’t help but dread the time it must take you to construct each lovely line,” you muse, standing straighter as you lock eyes properly—a rather reckless move on your part, but a necessary risk you had justified. You didn’t want him to think you too eager, lest he lose his interest.

“And where is this going?” He asked, eyes sparkling as he took you in amongst the flora. You offered him a sly smile that had his lips lifting in helpless response.

“He asks with anticipation,

The route of the conversation.

She was quite curious,

He thought her injurious;

She sought out his improvisation.”

Tamlin blinked. Regarded you. Then grinned. It was a wide smile, full of mischief and humour as he shook his head. “It doesn’t count if you have to think about it, Lord,” you smiled playfully and challenge lit his eyes as he regarded you again. Paid more attention—you’d caught his interest.

“Her skill of beatification,” He said slowly, as if debating the words.

"Is cause for great celebration.

She let him see her,

His heed grew deeper;

Her charm was no perturbation.”

You rose a brow, inclining your head to him. You were poised to open your mouth, but he stepped forward, and your tongue fell dull at his proximity.

“There once was a maiden so sweet,” he said softly, watching you endearingly.

“She swept the High Lord off his feet.

He was so charming,

But she was disarming,

That she became all he would seek.”

There was no way for you to conceal your flush at his words—the flattery. You swallowed, about to return his rhyme when you were regrettably interrupted. Apparently, something urgent had come up, and your High Lord was needed to resolve it. He’d offered what seemed to be a genuine apology, taking you gently by the arm as he had someone call for a carriage.

The door was open for you, but he had taken you carefully by the hand, eyes latching onto your own as he raised your knuckles to his lips—soft, and surprisingly warm. It had been enough of an encouragement you’d taken your second risk that day. You’d taken a brazen step forward, feeling the onlookers shift with a mix of amazement and indignation, but Tamlin had stiffened at your intimate approach. You offered him one of your innocent smiles, then murmured your reply back to him.

“There once was a girl so adored,

She swept her High Lord off his paws.

He was so beastly,

And she was quite feast-ly,

That he really did wish she had whored.”

You drew back, curtsying low as your eyes had flicked up to meet his own. His eyes were wide, lips parted in pleasant surprise. As you had turned to step up into the carriage, you’d heard the faint huff of breath from him—and you knew he was chuckling.

————

The Great Rite had come and passed now.

Would he continue his pursuit, despite now knowing what awaits him?

A foolish mistake on your part. You should have resisted him. Should have insisted to keep some mystery to yourself. Males only took an interest in females if there was some kind of allure to them. You needed that element of secrecy, or he would think of you as every other woman—nothing to distinguish you from the crowd.

But as you drag yourself out of bed, feet settling into comfy slippers, fretting over your past decisions, you spot a sage green envelope sat atop a silver tray. The seal is silver, baring the Spring Court insignia. You know instinctively who it’s from.

With trembling fingers, you peel back the wax, uncovering the letter: it’s another sonnet.

You scan the contents, heart thumping in your chest as you read his words:

‘Am I to say you are a lovely glade,

Dappled in the shade of emerald leaves?

Thou art more than milk and honey hath made,

The gilt threads of our souls the mother weaved.

If the golden eye of heaven did close,

Enough light would be shimmered from your form,

To sustain the seeds and others like those,

Past the eves of twilight; on until dawn.

Celestial bodies, and those divine,

Would leap to waltz a rotation with you.

My Court, my territory, those are thine,

Genuflect as I would before you, too.

Between you and I, let me make this right,

Soon full feather and softest delight.’

A heavy breath blows from your lips as you press the letter to your chest. It seems he hasn’t lost an ounce of his affections. You can hardly restrain yourself as you hum sweet tunes from your memory, skipping and dancing across your room until your handmaid peers in to enquire about the noise.

All it takes is for her to note your smile, and the opened letter with its recognisable seal, and her eyes spark with understanding. You feel like you could grow wings and fly, or burst out into song and waltz the days away.

Excitement and something else—something softer; more tender—warm your chest as you reread the letter again and again, until you have it memorised.

Taglist: @myheartfollower @tcris2020 @mali22 @amygdtjhddzvb

#tamlin #tamlin x reader #the aftermath of spring #Tamlin fluff??? #spring court #acotar

[wizardfrog69]

fyodor with a s/o he genuinely cares about- they have a powerful ability and are mentally strong BUT what he doesn’t know is that their ability has painful side effects and his s/o always went somewhere to hide so no one would see them in agony;could you write fyodor accidentally seeing his s/o in that state?

Thank you for your request!

'•.¸♡ side effects ♡¸.•'

Fyodor x gn!reader

Fluff with a hint of angst

Masterlist

Enjoy!

You had just used your ability and left without a word. You always left after using your ability, Fyodor always assumed it was because you had other things to do or you didn't want to see what resulted from your ability.

You were in the bathroom standing above the sink with your hand wrapped around your abdomen with tears in your eyes, you've used your ability so many times that you thought you would have gotten used to the pain by now but it was so unbearable everytime that tears would always find their way to your eyes. You sat down on the floor carefully, usually the pain lasted around ten minutes but this time you used your ability longer so the pain lasted longer.

You don't know how much time had passed but now your head was pounding. You heard a knock on the door but payed it no mind, another knock followed and Fyodor's voice was heard. 'Can I come in?' A hint of worry in his voice brought you back into reality but you felt too weak to answer at the moment and sat there staring at the wall. The door opened slowly and in came Fyodor.

He quickly ran up to you and held your hand asking what happened. 'It's nothing, it should go away soon.' You could feel head ache slowly dying out. 'Let me take you to bed dear.' The worry in his voice grew and you glanced at his face to see it washed over with worry. You only sigh in agreement and let him take you bridle style to bed and gently placed on top of the covers.

'Do you need pain killers or something to drink?' Fyodor asked holding your hand in his as he stared at your weak state. 'Some pain killers maybe.' You weak voice broke his heart but he left to get them anyway. He came back with a glass of water and two pills. You took them from him, wincing from the pain which was agonisingly slow at leaving your body. You gave him the glass of water back and laid your head back down and stared at the ceiling.

You could feel a hand on yours once more.

Sometime went by and you could feel the medicine kicking in, the pain was still there but it was manageable. 'Fyodor, I'm tired, can we take a nap?' You felt a bit light as if on a weird cloud. 'Whatever you need Myshka.' He gave you a slight smile while pulling the covers back for you. You rolled into the uncovered space and weakly tired to pull the covers over you. You successful attempt made you giggle slightly.

You wear laying facing Fyodor, giving him a big hug in bed while drifting off to sleep. Fyodor held you in his arms, softly running his fingers through your hair until you fell asleep. Once you were asleep Fyodor could feel himself drifting off to sleep as well and so the two of you took an hour long nap.

When you woke up the pain was fully gone and the drugs wore off. You kissed Fyodor lightly on the forehead to wake him up worked. 'Do you feel better now?' He sincerely before returning the kiss. 'Yes and it's all thanks to you dear.' You answered with a smile. 'I'm happy to hear that.' He responded 'now, would you mind getting off of me?'. With a dramatised sigh you rolled off and got out of bed as he did the same. 'Can you tell me what happened earlier?' His tone changed dramatically from light and joyful to overflowing with worry.

You looked at him and then at the floor as you responded 'it was because of my ability.' You avoided looking into his eyes but you knew they were filled with regret. He had asked you to use your ability previously but he never knew of the side effects, he felt guilt and regret, how could he cause you so much pain? 'I'm sorry, I will never ask you to use your ability again, will you ever forgive me?' His voice struggled to not break while he spoke.

'Of course I forgive you, now can we please forget what happened? I'm getting hungry.' You responded cheerfully and headed for the kitchen, getting a hold of Fyodor's hand on your way out. A wait so heavy has never left Fyodor's shoulders as it had just now.

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

I hope it's ok.

Have a wonderful day/night and enjoy your evening (to anyone reading during the evening ig)

-love, Az

#bsd #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs #fyodor x y/n #fyodor x reader #bsd fyodor #fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor fluff #bungou stray dogs fyodor #ooc fyodor #fyodor #fyodor bungou stray dogs #fyodor bsd

[amarguerite]

i am so c o n f u s e d

ive been seeing u reblogging/talking abt the gilded age among a couple others of ppl I follow/talk abt JA and like............ITS LOOKS PRETTY. SEEEMS LIKE ITS A VICTORIAN ERA THING WHICH IS NICE. but but would it be as inapp as bridgerton?? I can just skip through fucking scenes so I can look at the prett dresses but if theres outright fucking itd be age inapp BUT I need smth to watch while crocheting and this seems like the perfect kinda trashy show to watch

so so as a person whos seen it like should i watch it or not? 😭😭

It’s set in 1882 in the first season and 1883 in the second! It’s very mild, in terms of sexual content. Clothed making out between George and Bertha Russell and then in the second season their son has an ill-advised fling with an older woman that results in them making out while fully clothed and a scene of them chatting in bed while under the covers. I think the most you see is Laura Benanti’s bare leg. ETA: there is a scene in the first season where one character tries to seduce another by being naked in his bed but he gets real mad and immediately makes her get dressed and leave.

It’s a lot of fun, but admittedly it’s fun for me for some very specific reasons. If any of these resonate with you, I’d give it a shot:

1) great costuming

2) nearly every contemporary Broadway star is there to chew on scenery, be witty, and wear hats

3) ridiculous gilded age nonsense where ultra-rich robber barons and “old money” New Yorkers fight over who gets invited to what party. The overarching plot of the second season is about the construction of the Metropolitan Opera House

4) neat subplots featuring genuinely cool female historical figures who accomplished an incredible amount given the societal constraints under which they existed. Last season there was a long subplot about Clara Barton founding the Red Cross and this season there’s a subplot about the female engineer who was actually responsible for constructing the Brooklyn Bridge instead of her husband

5) fantastic scenery

6) a look at the Black elite of New York at the time— a group I didn’t know much about until this show

7) Nathan Lane giving one of the strangest and funniest performances of his long and varied career.

8) on location shooting at big Gilded Age mansions in New York State and in Newport, Rhode Island. The house belonging to the character played by one of my fave Broadway prima donnas, Kelli O’Hara, is actually Lyndhurst House, the actual Gothic Revival mansion of actual Gilded Age robber baron Jay Gould.

9) an insanely high props budget that they use to buy such outlandishly delightful things as penny-farthing bicycles and magic lanterns

Is it a good show? Honestly, I don’t know if I can answer that question.

Is it great if you’re a musical theatre fan who enjoys being able to say, “oh my god that’s Douglas Sills from The Scarlet Pimpernel and Little Shop of Horrors playing the Russell’s chef!” Yes.

[cerebralinvasion]

yandere february event day 3

“I’m doing this for you! Why are you trying to stop me?!”

you fiddled with the white pill bottle. small, in comparison to you, but it definitely stored at least a couple hundred pills within it. well, definitely used to store that many. because now it was empty and half hazardly tossed into the kitchen’s trash can. just a few feet away from the batch of brownies ranpo was making.

it was almost funny, how ranpo didn’t even notice the way you stalled over it. perhaps even the ultimate detective gets distracted at points. you’d only walked over to throw out a water bottle. and now you’d found this. and suddenly you were worried. tylenol, extra strength. the label said it carried 500 now that you read it. you just bought these, where did they all go? no one else has visited yet. it could’ve only been you or ranpo. and you knew it wasn’t you. so you decided to approach him about it before anything happened.

“ranpo, what is this?”

he looked up from the bowl of dry ingredients he was mixing together.

“pills.” his tone almost came out as a question, as if he didn’t understand why you were even concerned in the first place.

“why is it empty.”

“i took the last one earlier. had a headache.”

bullshit. and you knew it. if it was full this morning, him taking all of it would have meant he injected a lethal dosage between then and now.

“when earlier?” your eyes narrowed as you stepped towards him.

“uh 8 a.m.-ish?”

at that you quickly closed the gap between you and him, setting the bottle down on the counter and cupping his cheeks in your hand. you scanned his face for any signs of illness or poisoning. but nothing he looked perfectly fine.

“the bottle was full this morning, ranpo. and if you took them all you’d probably be dead by now. what did you do with them?” your voice was filled with genuine worry. what was he up to and why was he lying to you? ranpo may be childish at times but he never lied to you.

“ummm” ranpo racked his mind struggling for an excuse that would wrap this up cleanly. only for you to take a stray glance into the bowl of browner batter.

white specks stared back at you. much bigger in size than the granulated sugar or the flour. white chunks. crushed pills. maybe you weren’t subtle enough in your facial expression when you noticed because looking at you, ranpo’s face darkened as well, suddenly he appeared a lot more serious.

“listen…”

“ranpo, what the fuck are you doing. you- you know this could make someone really sick, i don’t have to tell you.”

“i know.”

“then… why are you-?”

“your stupid new friend keeps trying to take you away from me.” ranpo couldn’t even meet your gaze anymore, his eyes glued somewhere off to the left.

“excuse me? you got a little jealous over me hanging out with a friend so you’re gonna try to get them sick? tell me, how do you think that would even help.”

“no.” he finally met your eyes.

“no you don’t think it’s gonna help? because then why are you-”

“no i’m not going to try and make them sick. i am going to kill them.”

your heart dropped and you searched ranpo’s face for any sign of humor. he seemed dead serious.

“what the fuck. i- you can’t. you can’t just try and kill someone that- what the hell’s gotten into you?” you took a step back from your boyfriend, suddenly feeling incredibly concerned with his current mental state. after a brief second you took another step, fully prepared to run out of the house. you should definitely tell the agency. right now. only to be stopped when ranpo grabbed your arm, pulling you back.

“i’m doing this for you! why are you trying to stop me?!” he suddenly snapped, suddenly raising his voice and screaming at you.

“what are you talking about?” you tried to pull your arm away, feeling uncharastically terrified of ranpo.

“they’re trying to take you from me, why can’t you see it?! i am just trying to keep you safe and they’re trying to take that away. if you can’t stop them yourself, i have to step in. why can’t you just let me do this for you?”

you froze, how do you even react to a situation like this? was this a full blown murder attempt? over something as delusional as fear all your friends were trying to take you away from him. you’d never expected something like this from someone as harmless as ranpo. who could you even tell? would anyone even believe you?

#bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x you #ranpo x reader #yandere bsd #yandere ranpo #yandere bsd x reader

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AziraCrow

Demon Aziraphale -> Demon name: Zira

Angel Crowley -> Angel name: Raphael

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You don't have to read this part but this is my take on demon Aziraphale and Angel Crowley

So we don't have a whole lot of context on Crowley's past as an angel but we know he helped create the nebulas, helped out the start of the universe in place, and even participated in the Battle on the Plains of Heaven. We also know angels can have their memories wiped and tampered with and Crowley has stated how he doesn't remember everything about being an angel but he remembers he was high ranking since he had access to Gabriel's files and he remembers making the nebula cluster. He even remembers starting up the universe since he has the same crank tool he used to get everything started for the big bang.

I'm into the shared idea that Aziraphale, upon turning into a demon, will have gone blind for at least the first few weeks of becoming an angel. There's a theory that Crowley HAD to fall to be able to become the snake of Eden, which makes sense but still very f***ed up. But I believe Aziraphale would Still be a snake for there to be a snake of Eden. Snakes are seen as untrustworthy, sneaky, fast, tempting, and deceitful which would go well with my idea that after the first day Aziraphale and Crowley met each other, Aziraphale goes back to his own duties and can't help but think about what Crowley said, about how the angels who are also contributing to working on the Great Plan should be able to have a say in things as well. Conflicted, I can see him going around to other angels, innocently asking them what they think of the idea. Soon enough, instead of Satan and the guys finding angel Crowley, they overhear Aziraphale asking questions and invite him to hang out, so he does, not wanting to be rude but so genuinely curious to hear what Satan has to say. Then I can see Aziraphale slowly forming his own thoughts, wanting to show the other angels and God that they can all work together as equals and all get the credit they deserve.

This is where the war would come in. Originally, Aziraphale became guardian of the East Gate of Eden so I think it's safe to say he had a somewhat important role during the war. And Crowley was said to have ridden Furfur's back during the war which may seem like he did absolutely nothing but mess around during the war but the actual terms used for Crowley's role can honestly be referred to in a way where Crowley also played an important role on the opposing side. But I can say for sure until S3.

The idea for demon Aziraphale is that word would get around about Aziraphale asking questions and hanging out with Satan and he would be "tried" for his treason. But he knew there wouldn't be one and that he would be cast out so he joins the war on the opposing side, knowing how corrupt Heaven truly is. His last ditch effort to stop God's abuse of power and hopefully get someone new in charge but it's no use. I imagine the "war" is more like a civil war instead of a full on world war. And after, all the angels involved were cast out of Heaven, Aziraphale included. One of her strongest, most loyal soldiers betrayed her so when he falls, he's forced into his new life blind and afraid. Aziraphale's hands are now adorned with sharp claws and the whites of his eyes have darkened and his iris has turned to snake-like slits. He's forced to be a snake, not because it means he won't see the stars again but to remind him that he refused to trust Her and the Plan.

I can see Aziraphale still wanting to be an angel but not with Her in power so he accepts his fall to an extent.

Demon Aziraphale would still like his Tartan clothes, just in darker form, with the addition of dark blues. He would still like reading books but would be more open to other hobbies as well.

I can also see him hesitant to fully change his name so he may go by Zira as his demon name or he may use a demon name while in Hell and/or talking to Satan or the other demons but use the name Zira when talking to Crowley.

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Angel Crowley will have thought about what Angel Aziraphale said to him, about how he shouldn't be asking so many questions because he wouldn't want to see Crowley (Raphael) fall. He would finish his duties of starting the universe and report back to God. He would try to put it out of his mind and continue on his duties like normal and, with Satan and the guys being occupied with Aziraphale, Crowley wouldn't have the chance to hang out with them.

I believe Aziraphale and Crowley (in the original story) still talked to each other at least every now and again when they were both still angels. This would be the same in this timeline but with some differences.

Every now and again the two would see each other and chat, carelessly, not wanting to talk work with each other, Aziraphale too scared of losing Crowley's friendship to bring up the fact that he's hanging out with Satan.

Then the rumors would start. Crowley will have heard about Aziraphale talking to Satan, other angels would see it as treason but Crowley would be genuinely intrigued with Aziraphale's new life. He would want to ask him questions, try to, but Aziraphale would refuse to answer, not wanting Crowley to get in trouble.

The war would happen and Crowley would be out in an important position (just like Aziraphale had been) and Aziraphale would fight on the opposing side.

Afterwards, upon Aziraphale's fall, Crowley is placed as guard of the Eastern Gate of Eden and given a flaming sword.

I believe the story would play out similarly as it did in the show except Angel Crowley would be a bit more confident than angel Aziraphale and wouldn't second guess giving his sword away. This lack of hesitation would intrigue Zira and it would be the start of a long friendship.

Angel Crowley would also be confident in his clothing style as well, switching up clothes each day/week to satisfy his need for change. Instead of a bookshop there would be a greenhouse attached to an apartment where people can buy plants ranging from decorative flowers and ferns to spices to fruits to vegetables and so on. He would also be a big fan of space and would have many space-themed pictures and objects around the place. Aziraphale would have a library space in his own apartment and a place for his music. He and Crowley both enjoy classical but I can see them both enjoying other genres as well that you wouldn't think angel Aziraphale or even angel Crowley would even like.

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When it comes to the two of them together, I can see them being clingy, like in the books. Angel Crowley wouldn't be as hesitant to touch Aziraphale and wouldn't be as embarrassed to be nice to demon Zira since Crowley's angel side would be more confident in that sense. I can even see demon Zira being quite the passive aggressive demon while Crowley would be a very blunt angel, at least especially after the Garden of Eden when God has fully calmed down from the giving-his-sword-away thing. He will be more confident in his Earth work and thus a bit more blunt regarding what he wants. They would eat together, Crowley happily being introduced to human food by Zira, they would drink together, and they would sit close to each other. They would often show little signs of affection through touches and I could even see Crowley hugging Zira out of excitement sometimes.

I can see, even though angel Crowley is more confident, there are situations where he gets overwhelmed or outnumbered or just stuck and Zira is happily coming to his aid to help in any way he can. Not caring what the mission is, he just wants to be able to be by angel Crowley's side and help him, no matter how dangerous. He does like detective books.

But confessions of love would still be something that would happen later since, well, they're ineffable idiot lovers, they take their time.

(If you're wondering what the tattoo is on Aziraphale's face in the drawing, The Bowl of Hygieia, is one of the symbols of pharmacology, and along with the Rod of Asclepius, it is one of the most ancient and important symbols related to medicine in western countries. Hygieia was the Greek goddess of health, hygiene, cleanliness, and sanitation, and the daughter of Asclepius, who she is often closely associated with e.g. in prayers and hymns. Asclepius' symbol is his rod, with a snake twined around it; correspondingly, Hygieia's symbol is a cup or chalice with a snake twined around its stem. Hygieia was also invoked, along with her father Asclepius, and Panacea in the original Hippocratic Oath.)

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[sehtoast]

(In)Security (Homelander x OC)

1.7k | mentions of smut- no actual smut, homie's body image issues, shared recollections of a noncon situation, gender dysphoria mentions, surgery mention, homie experiencing compassion, spidersona oc, soft ending

“I just… I don't–” 

Homelander tried his best to force the words out.  Just how fucking humiliated would he have to feel in this moment?

He and Ben have been intimate before– well, they’d only just started, but still.  In fact, the first time they had sex, he’d been so caught up in the moment that he somehow forgot how insecure he could feel.  He fucking hated it more than anything.  Hell, even before then, there was a time when Ben saw beneath that suit.  They never talked about it, but it hurt his pride back then, too.

No partner before Benjamin ever wanted to see him bare.  Nobody.  Madelyn stripped him down once, but she was quick to remark on how average he was.  He never took the top of his suit off again.

Maeve never asked him to.  Their trysts were more for release and were, frankly, the realest part of their relationship.  If nothing else, at least that was legitimate. 

There were a few fans in the past, but… he learned to never do that again.

But Benjamin?  Here he was, knelt before him in just his underwear, with a worried look on his face at the sudden recoil.

“Are you okay?”

He’s never really been asked that before, either.  It’s strange, the way his heart beats like a hummingbird’s wings.  Is he okay?  

He doesn’t really know.

Homelander hates himself for this, for ruining the moment.  It was fine before, why couldn’t it be fucking fine now?

He shuts his eyes to escape.  He doesn’t know what to do with the look of true, genuine care in Ben’s gaze.  He doesn’t know how to react to the way the hands prying at his suit immediately ceased and moved to hold his fingers.  Just enough touch to give him room to breathe– to give him a choice–  but still show support and concern.

Once upon a time, he would beg for space in the lab only to have more hands grab at him and nudge him into obedience.  

Benjamin’s hands let him decide.  

“Johnny?”

He nods his head quickly.  I’m alright, he wants to say.  

It doesn’t come out.

“Talk to me, pumpkin.” Ben murmurs, thumbs stroking the backs of his knuckles.  “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.  You’re allowed to say no, y’know.”

But how does he tell him?  How does he open his mouth and admit that he hates his own body and he’s been given plenty of reason to believe others will too?  How does he tell the man who worshiped him so reverently just one day prior that he’s worried the adoration will rot into disgust?  Into disappointment…

He considers the state of himself now and how ridiculous he must look.  Bare below the waist, save for his half tented briefs, and fully clothed up top.  Must be a treat to see him look so fucking stupid.  Could only get worse if that top half came off, too.  God, even his legs were lackluster compared to the suit.  How could Ben look at him, perceive muscle– perceive perfection, and then enjoy what’s beneath?  No, no, he should put it back on.  All of it.  Just shimmy his pants down enough to do the job and call that it, just like he used to do with the others.

He feels a blanket cover his lower body and tears bite at his eyes.  The sound of the bug throwing on a shirt makes it worse.  He ruined the moment, didn’t he?

“You can open your eyes,” Ben coos.  “It’s okay.”

When he does, he expects to find laughter and disappointment– but it’s softness and understanding that greet him.

Ben moves to lay beside him, lifting an arm to offer a place of refuge.

He takes it without question.  

It’s never been like this before. Even the last time was… startlingly different.  There’s something more here, something strange.  He wasn’t told to go home last night.  Ben didn’t roll out of bed and throw his suit at him when everything was said and done.  It didn’t feel so goddamn empty.

And it doesn’t feel that way now.  

Last night, he was the one who did the holding.  Homelander let Ben snuggle up beside him and fall asleep right on his chest.  Tonight, he is the one who gets to be held.

He thumbs at the hem of Ben’s shirt.  Fingers run through his hair and he huffs a weak sigh.  His pulse calms and that all-consuming anxiousness is fading.

Ben turns on a movie for him.

He lets his head rest on the web-head’s chest.  The gentle thrums within captivate him far more than fucking Taxi Driver could ever hope to accomplish.  Baffling that, aside from waning arousal, there’s nothing.

There’s no stress, no muscle tension, no grinding teeth– nothing.  There’s fucking nothing to even insinuate disappointment or agitation.  All he hears is a yawn.  Feels Ben's legs tangle with his beneath the blankets.

He’s probably not going to fall asleep tonight.  Nerves aside, he can’t sleep in the suit– never could. 

A warm palm lands on the nape of his neck and the slightest change in Ben’s breathing lets him know.

He still wants to ask about it.

By all means, Homelander knows he should just fess up.  Admit to his stupid fucking insecurity and let the humiliation wash over him until the tides of shame quelled.  Ben’s already seen him; it shouldn’t be so fucking hard to just…

To just fucking do it.

He’s a god.  A literal, living, breathing god.  Why is he so incapable?

“Y'know,” Ben begins. “Back before I got top surgery, I used to wear a binder like constantly. You couldn't get me out of it.”

He's almost scared of where this conversation may lead. Was Ben going to call him selfish? He wouldn't be the first… Different reasons all across the board, but it's nothing he hasn't heard before. Though, this time, it might actually hurt… 

“I fuckin’ hated taking it off almost as much as I hated having to wear it. I'd get so used to seeing myself flat chested and normal that it'd freak me out when I had to. And, god, it was like ten times worse when it was off in front of other people… Like, it made it real.”

The hand at Homelander’s nape trailed up into the length of his undercut, occasionally trailing down to play in the short, velvety sides. 

He was never quite sure if he loved or hated the way Ben could call him on things by relating it back to himself. A subtle yet very loud way of saying I see you. I see you within myself. 

“The illusion of everything I wanted to be– it just… It hurts more when you gotta show people the truth. You gotta hope they won't twist the knife a little deeper. Just takes one person to ruin everything, y'know?”

Homelander shuts his eyes to fight the sting of tears. Ben understands. 

“Tell me to shut up if you want, but that one night…” 

The night he killed Madelyn. The night Ben stripped the stink of charred flesh from him and dressed him in his own clothes. 

“You reacted pretty much the same way I did the first time I let someone else see my chest. It's not easy…” 

Really? Was he going to talk about his sexcapades in a time like this? What–

“I wanted to keep it on so bad, but they insisted. They never gave me a reason to–” He paused. “It was only nice for them.” 

He can hear the touch of sorrow in every word. 

“They… She liked it in a way that made her feel good, but not me. Didn't matter if I cringed or told her I didn't want to take it off. I'd say no chest stuff, and ten minutes into a movie she'd stuff her hand up my shirt and–” Ben huffs a heavy breath. He's past the point of tears on things like this, but there was still anger– still disgust. “Anyway, I just… I don't ever want you to feel forced to take your stuff off if you don't want to. I think you're wonderful. But you might not always feel that way and that's okay.”

It's moments like these that remind him he has nothing to fear with this sweet boy. That even the tears staining Ben's shirt will go unpunished. They'll be wiped away and kissed dry every time. 

“I think you're beautiful, but you don't owe me the visuals if you don't want to. I'm happy as long as you're around.” 

He's not sure what force overtakes him, but Homelander lifts himself just enough to press the most pathetic kiss he's ever given to Ben's lips. It's salty from his tears and his lip quivers through the act, but the way Ben reciprocates keeps the shame at bay. 

His emotions are torrential at best. He wants to kill whoever hurt his little spider. Flay them alive and fucking present the good work, but then… 

He felt like fucking mush. A big pile of melty fucking mush that needed to stay put with the one person who wouldn't let him spill and fall apart. He's certain he looks ridiculous, all teary-eyed and pathetic. 

But he's also certain the warm eyes looking up at him don't mind one bit. 

When all is said and done– when the credits roll and the movie is over– he decides to be a little brave. 

“Can I…” he begins, drawing his sleepy little spider back to reality. “D'you have a shirt I could borrow?” 

With a kiss to his temple, Ben uses a web to retrieve the one hanging off the back of the desk chair. He lets Homelander agree to the texture first, and then something happens. 

He asks without fear. 

He asks without anxiety. 

“Can you help me out of this?” 

#homelander #homelander x oc #homelander fanfiction #the boys #antony starr #this one was a lil therapeutic for me ngl #otherwise known as: the homie body image issues fic I wish I'd written instead a year or so ago