#like mine look NOTHING like this but making it more generic would help others understand it

[poopersdoopers]

Lil Family w/ Gojo, Megumi, and Reader

A lil Gojo jojo drabble/imagine with Reader and Megumimi. No beta. No edits/proof reading either so feel free to skip or enjoy.

Imagine getting to meet Gojo and his son for the first time. He'd stand proudly side by side with his lil side kick -Megumi. Who'd pout at the "Stupid nickname", his words not mine and instantly be in a mood. While Gojo laughs at his human black cat, mussing up his hair and saying, "Alright, it's time to meet your future mama."

You would frizzle instantly --blushing at Gojo's comment. Your face matching Megumi's incredulous face. Before the kid's jaw could snap back into place, you burst out a laugh at your similarity in expression. Megumi blushes deeper, before scowling down at the ground and crossing his little arms in protest.

What a little old man? He couldn't be older than what, seven or eight?

That made you laugh harder and Gojo would go on to tease Megumi even more.

You decides to rescue the kid, "Hi Megumi-chan, I'm (y/n). It's nice to meet you. Gojo-kun has told me a lot about you!"

"Don't act so familiar with me", his frown deepened and his blush deepened, "If you're friends with Gojo, you must be a freak too."

"Ahhh...Megumi....don't be so harsh", his guardian responded, "you've wanted to meet her all this time."

"No!", he looked away from the white haired-man.

"It's okay Megumi-chan, I'm the one who really wanted to meet you the most."

The little old man holds firmly in his stance. Arms hugging tighter to his 4 foots frame.

You crouched down, to look up at him, "I even wanted to meet your dogs. I heard you've been working hard to keep their coats extra luxurious."

His arms soften up slightly. Gojo pretends his heart isn't beating wildly in his chest, as he stares down as you adoringly. Secretly he was hoping his little guy could be coaxed out of his untrusting nature. Even just for a little while. It wasn't his fault that every adult the lil sea urchin met failed him. It instilled a wall, that took the white haired man, six months to begin cracking down and a year to even hear the word "Dad" from kid.

If this meeting didn't go well, there would always be more opportunities to make a good impression. But if Megumi did not like you at all, Gojo would end the relationship then and there. Nothing came between him and his son, even if the grumpy lil man didn't believe it himself. You knew it too. That's part of the reason why you fell for the white-haired man.

He seemed to be all jokes and frivolous charm but as soon as you looked in heart a little more, you saw a lonely man trying his best to connect to a world that didn't understand him. You wanted to learn more, beyond his childish nature and fowl jokes. You'd have to earn Megumi's trust and a little bit more of Gojo's heart, before you could come bursting in full speed to their little family. So, you took a deep breath and tried again.

"Gojo-kun's told me about how you incorporate dry and wet foods into their bowls. Kuro and Shiro's coats always look so nice and shiny the photo's he shows me."

Megumi's arms loosen just a little bit more.

"He actually, told me something gross too", you giggled behind your manicured nails. Gojo's eyebrows arching in surprise.

"What?", the sea urchin whips his head around fast, "That guy's always spouting out some nonsense!"

You couldn't help but agree, smiling up at your lanky lover.

"HUH?!" Gojo replies.

"He told me....he told me that you feed them raw eggs and carrots."

"HUH?!" father and son look incredulously at each other, then turn to you.

"I can't imagine that'd taste good", you pout, "Unless Gojo's lying. I'd have to see it to believe it."

"Of course he is! Gojo's always up to something", he grabs to pull you with him,"I'll show you how I do it myself".

"Okay, boss you got it," you saluted to your 4-foot general, as he slide a screen door and stepped into their backyard.

"Ch- you even say weird phrases like him, no wonder he likes you".

"HUH?!"

You laughed again at the antics between the young father and son.

That day you spent most of the afternoon playing with Shiro and Kuro. Learning about their dog breed -Akita/Husky mix. Their eating habits, Shiro loved to graze by her bowl all day and Kuro loved to eat after sniffing her food approximately 12 times -- Yes, Megumi has counted her sniffs through this process a million times. Gojo had injected to recount the lil sea urchin's scientific process: yellow stop watch and notepad in hand. His face deeply serious. You tried not to laugh for 30 seconds before giving in.

You finally found your second favorite pastime after finding things to tease Gojo about, teasing old man Megumi.

By the late afternoon, Gojo had rounded his little family up. Urging them towards dinner plans, he apparently made without telling you both. Classic, Gojo. But hey he's paying so you couldn't complain.

Throughout dinner, you'd learn more about the two. Gojo was incredibly observant towards his son and in turn your sea urchin was equally observant, whipping sauce from his silly man's face.

"Dad you should eat more vegetables, you can't just eat sweets all day and think you'll be healthy."

"Ehh...but I'll die without ice cream Megumi-chan~. Besides it's my lil treat for getting up so early", he slurped on his vanilla ice cream like a tornado. How was it possibly for someone to do something so bizarre and still be so cute?

"I told you to stop eating ice cream like that that, it's embarrassing. Besides, you woke up at 12 pm. I had to take the dogs out by myself again."

You smirked at your taller counter part, "Oh really, I thought you had to get up extra-early to make sure everything was perfect for my arrival today?" You batted your eyelashes extra hard.

"12 pm on a Sunday is early for me, you guys".

It was Megumi and your time to laugh at your overgrown baby.

He could only look down at your cute faces, and smile softly. He could finally relax. His little sea urchin actually like you.

The look of adoration towards you could not be missed by Megumi's all seeing eyes of scorn, "What's up with that freaky face you're making?"

"Oh nothing", Gojo's hums, "Just thinking to myself."

@sanjisflatass I dedicate this fluff fest to you my sweetest sweetie pie and fluffiest fluff filled friend <3 mwah

#poopersdoopers writes a fic #poopersdoopers thinks a thing #gojo satoru x reader #gojo imagine #gojo satoru x you #gojo fluff #megumi is goji's son and partner in crime!!! even if it's against his will!!! #maybe I will write an actual fluffy fic from this instead of just drabbling and blah blah blazing

[dimonds456-art]

Maladaptive daydreaming.

#daydreaming #maladaptive daydreaming #maladapting daydreaming disorder #maladaptive behaviors #maladaptive coping #dissociation #immersive daydreaming #dimond speaks #yeah so adding this to my list here lol #my therapist helped me realize i dissociate a LOT and the primary way i do it is through vivid daydreams #they usually happen at work but they also pop up if i'm having a bad day or... anytime really. #i've also come to the realization that i have at least one of these a day which is not good fgsjh #my therapist says they're not inherently bad especially since they do have a positive effect on my emotions (if its a good daydream) #but it's gotten to the point that it's affecting the way i work #and they can last for a LONG time too #i haven't timed them but i do know they've been over 30 minutes at work before #this is either due to ADHD autism PTSD or a mixture of the three lmao #weeeee #anyway. this post isn't really intended to be a vent post #it's more like a 'this is my experience' type post #it just kinda comes across as somewhat vent-y #but that was because i wanted to try and immerse the reader into what its like to have these daydreams #like mine look NOTHING like this but making it more generic would help others understand it #the void is the general dissociation from reality #then you emerge in the dream #i can feel things as if i'm there- the sun the wind and sometimes even physical touch #and i'll stay there until something snaps me out #strangely i can get my work done while i'm doing this- i just wont have any memory of doing so. it's like being on autopilot #anyway. I hope this post was helpful to someone out there #if you also maladaptive daydream YOU ARE NOT ALONE! it's valid and you're not 'faking' anything. it's a genuine trauma response.

[emmyspov]

Idk if your requests are open rn, but if they're not I apologize. I was wondering how you think The Fellowship would react to their youngest member (someone a little younger than Pippin, like around 20) being incredibly prone to injury but also having a really high pain tolerance. Like they keep falling off things and getting hurt but are just like "Don't fuss over me" and the others are just like hyperventilating because they're already like a little sibling to them so there is PANIC in this fellowship tonight

Source: I fell off a swingset and either severely bruised or fractured me hip :)

The Fellowship x clumsy!reader headcanons

author's note: first of all, i am so sorry it took me this long to answer this - life was just.. a lot and i was trying to stay afloat. then, i hope you are doing okay! and haven't hurt yourself more since you sent this in - please be careful & treat yourself gently 🩷 last but not least: i hope i was able to do you justice & you enjoy it :)

warnings: reader falling/stumbling/hitting their head/getting hurt in general, mention of blood, mention of food, please let me know if i forgot something!

word count: 1.6k

edit is mine, pics are from pinterest :)

Frodo: I think Frodo is actually the one who would understand you the best. I mean, he is the ring-bearer and everyone is always so worried about him and the quest and it’s understandable. I mean, he has a lot of responsibility. But sometimes, he feels a bit suffocated by the way everyone is fussing over him, wanting to keep him warm and well fed and safe. So, whenever something happens to you, he would give you some space first – waiting if you ask for help on your own. If you don’t, he’d make sure that you are not hurt. And then, he’d trust your answer. After all, you know your body and its limits best. If you say you are okay, he will simply focus on the quest again. If you do need help however, he will make sure to inform the others so you can get the help you need. Maybe this is something you could actually bond over. Because you’d treat him the same way – not like a baby, but like a friend.

Gandalf: Since you are the youngest of the group, he would feel very responsible for you. Not as much as Aragorn, but very close behind. Whenever you fall or hurt yourself, the wizard notices immediately. In an instant, he is by your side, helps you up and looks over you from head to toe, making sure you don’t have some big gashing wound or bones sticking out. Maybe I am wrong, but I do think, he would scold you a bit. “You really have to watch out”, “Eyes on the ground”, “Be careful”. But, all of these things mean that he cares. He just wants you to be safe and for you to come back in one piece. On the other hand, he is always quite surprised whenever you tell him that you aren’t really hurt. “Maybe it looks like I would be, but I can move my leg just fine – see?” And he would see. It’d take a few moments for you to convince him, but once you have, you will carry on with your journey as if nothing had happened. What you don’t notice is Gandalf eyeing you every once in a while, just to be really sure.

Merry: This hobbit is kind of used to chaos. I mean- he spends most of his time with Pippin. So, if you stumble and roll down some hill, the first thing he would do is laugh. I am talking a full on bending over, belly laugh. Until Gimli or Gandalf or, even worse, Aragorn slightly smack his shoulder before they are running after you, checking you for any injuries. Only then would he realize how dangerous this whole thing was and he’d follow everyone down to you. What he was not expecting however was to find you laughing. “Did I look cool?” Merry would stare at you for a moment before grinning at you, nodding. “Super cool. But are you hurt? Your arm has some scratches from all these twigs laying around.” You were able to stand up immediately, ignoring everyone’s wide eyes, and brushing off the dirt. “Nothing some water and Elrond’s ointment can’t fix.” You two got closer after this.

Pippin: First of all, he is SUPER glad that you, too, came along, because this way he is not the youngest of the group. Sure, he still has to deal with Gandalf’s annoyance at him, but he also has someone by his side who is also full of energy and curious and excited for the quest (at least in the beginning). But because he is the second youngest, he does feel a bit responsible for and protective over you. Like the older one of a pair of twins would. And since you hurt yourself a lot, he is constantly on his toes. Maybe you’d hold hands sometimes? Just so he can realize as early as possible that you’re gonna fall so he can at least try to buffer it. More often than not, it would also end in you two falling ON TOP of one another and that always ends in a fit of giggles. If you fall on your own though and it looked bad, Pippin would immediately call over Aragorn or Gandalf to help you, even when you say you’re fine because you’re his friend and he wants you to be okay.

Sam: Now we all know Sam is a mother hen through and through, even if he denies it. He is, understandably, mostly focused on Frodo and his well-being, but if something happens to you, he is one of the first to help, despite your protests. You stumbled? He will grab your hand and pull you up. Your hands got dirty and bloody from a fall? He will immediately offer his water bottle and help you clean off any dirt. And most importantly: at the end of the day or during breaks, he will carry over some food he cooked (and always an extra portion, too) even though you keep telling him that you can get it yourself and your ankle does not hurt, even if it might have looked like that earlier. “I just want to be sure, my friend. I don’t like the thought of you being in pain.” After a while, you start to accept his treatment.

Gimli: He is not up for discussions. You accidentally ran against a tree? Slipped while getting some water with him? He will not care for what you have to say about the amount of pain you are. You are the youngest of the group and have to be protected. So even if you vehemently try to make him understand that, yes, you might be bleeding a bit or yes, your wrist might be a little bit swollen, he would ignore you and instead call over the others to let them have a look at you. If they decided you were well enough to carry on, he would either carry your backpack (“Stop trying to take this away from me, I will take care of your belongings for now”) or sometimes even you - “Stop fussing around”, “No, you are not too heavy” and “I will carry you around until you are better.” Often times he knows that you would be well enough to walk by yourself, but it makes him feel needed when he can take care of you in some way.

Legolas: I feel like this can go two ways. Sometimes, when he is running in front of everyone else, he is kind of the last to notice whenever you hurt yourself. If he is with the group however, he will almost always be by your side or at least close to keep an eye on you. He likes to listen to you and Pippin talk since it fuels his inner child. One time, he was walking in front of you with Aragorn when you hit your head on a twig, resulting in a small cut on your forehead. You let out a yelp, more out of shock than anything else, but immediately the man and the elf turned around and ran to your aid. You tried to explain that you were fine, but Legolas seeing himself as a wood elf, was already on his way to find the closest stream to fetch some water to clean your wound. Aragorn was telling the others to take a short break when he returned and sat you down. “Stay still, my friend. Even if your cut doesn’t hurt now, it will later if we don’t treat it properly.” He only grinned when you mumbled something in return.

Boromir: Listen, Boromir has a little brother and a shitty father, he knows how to take care of someone while also respecting their boundaries and wishes. No matter how you hurt yourself, the first thing he will do is communicate clearly. Softly grabbing your shoulders, he makes you look at him and asks if you’re hurt or in any pain. If you answer no, he will ask if you need anything or anyone and if you also refuse that, he will make sure that everyone carries on with the journey. However, he will keep an eye on you, more or less secretly. And he will assist you with all the small things during the quest: rolling out your bedroll and placing it close to his own and the halflings’, sneaking you an extra blanket, making you sit close to the fire or refilling your water bottle without you having to ask. He has a soft spot for people younger than him and will never not watch out for you. Can you tell I have a soft spot for him?

Aragorn: Last but definitely not least, the Dúnedain. He is literally one of the best people to have around as a clumsy person - he has the experience from Elrond and the elves in general and knows his way around nature and the wild due to him being a ranger, so he knows how to take care of a wound. Heck, he had to do it to himself countless of times already. However, seeing you getting hurt so often makes his heart skip a beat every time and not in the good way. He worries about you, even if you claim to be fine. No matter how often you fall, stumble, bump against something or hurt yourself in any other way, he is by your side to take care of you. And he will care for you, no matter what you say. When you scraped your knees one time, Aragorn made you sit down on a log and cleaned your wounds before applying some of the ointment Elrond had given them before their departure. Only when he was sure that he had done everything he could, he would allow you to get back up and carry on. You would not get worse on his watch during this journey.  

#frodo x reader #gandalf x reader #merry x reader #pippin x reader #samwise x reader #gimli x reader #legolas x reader #boromir x reader #aragorn x reader #the fellowship x reader #the fellowship of the ring #frodo baggins #gandalf #merry brandybuck #pippin took #samwise gamgee #gimli #legolas #boromir #cuddlebug <3 #aragorn elessar #aragorn #aragorn my king #lord of the rings #lotr #lotr x reader #tolkien #reader insert

[lyssak09]

Hi how are you?

Maybe this request of mine can be complicated so if you want not to do it, I understand...

Well, what if the reader is the new survivor in the entity's Realm and catches the attention of the yanderes, making them obsessed and in love with the reader, and of course the reader doesn't realize that... What would happen?

The Yanderes would be: Nemesis, Michael Myres, Pyramid Head, Pinhead, Trapper, Leon, Dwight, Felix, Jack.

I only wrote for Michael, Pyramid Head, and Pinhead for this one. I'm spliting this up so this part will have the killers and another post will have the survivors. I have the killers done but not the survivors so instead of waiting to finish them to post this, why not split it up? Thanks to my sister for helping me out with this one as well!! Happy reading

Michael Myers:

Of course, like most killers, he first saw you in a trial. 

He saw you working on a generator with Claudette. Her face went pale as she pulled you away from the generator.

You, being new, didn’t know what she was doing and just followed her not questioning anything that she was doing. 

Michael took a great interest as a way to play with his new prey.

Even though Claudette seemed to have dragged you away, she didn’t go far enough since Michael appeared out of nowhere. 

You had heard him tier up once already, and this was now the second time. 

He grabbed Claudette and stabbed her, leaving you too scared to move. You didn’t know he was there, how had he snuck up on you guys so fast?

He dropped Claudette’s lifeless body on the group, looking back towards you. 

The fear on your face was amusing to him.

He wanted to see more of it. 

He walked towards you, trying to make you move.

Which worked amazingly, since you turned and sprinted in the other direction.

He trailed behind you a ways away, making sure that his heartbeat would fade away, making you think you were safe.

You wandered towards your last two teammates, Dwight and Meg, working on a generator together.

You tried to help them work on the gen, but of course, Michael had to make sure to implement more fear into you.

His heartbeat got closer and closer, but none of you guys knew where he was

That was until he grabbed Meg off the generator and stabbed her.

Dwight ran away, also causing the generator to blow up.

Then it was just you and him.

You froze in fear, expecting him to hook you or just straight up stab you. But he didn't

Michael was confused. He couldn't kill you. This was nothing like how he normally feels. He feels satisfied when killing. But now, he was frustrated.

What about you makes him like this? He had to find out. So he didn't kill you. Just downed you and placed you in the shack. 

Right on top of the hatch.

Pyramid Head:

Pyramid Head is a bipolar yandere. He is also obsessive and possessive.

So he is definitely not gonna share. 

He is usually a ‘kind’ (by yandere standards in dbd) yandere, but on some days he can be cruel. Not as cruel as others though.

When he learned about your presence, he knew he didn’t want to leave you.

It did not take long for you to get put into a trial with him. 

Like Michael, he tried his best to kill all of your teammates before you could save them. 

Forcing them into his trails and putting them in the Cage of Atonement when you got too close. 

But, if you got too close to the Cage, he would just walk closer towards it, making it teleport away from where you both were. 

It was basically a game seeing who would get to the survivor first.

If someone else tried to save them, he would force them to go down and trade with the person in the cage.

He repeated this until you were the last one left.

You were all his now.

You scurried like a mouse, trying to find the hatch, before hearing its winding presence of freedom. 

As you ran towards the noise, you saw him standing over the hatch, his terror radius was completely gone. Behind him, a broken generator, that was nearly done, was left sparking. 

He had Trail of Torment. 

But he didn’t close it even though he could see you.

He just stood there.

You turned to run away, but you could hear the swing of his metal sword going through the air.

You turned back around to see him still standing on the hatch, but he was gesturing towards it with his head.

He wanted you to have it.

On days/trials where he has been pissed off, he is not so nice, even to you. Will he torment you as much as the other survivors in the trial? No. But he is gonna give you the hatch like usual? Hell no

Pinhead:

Pinhead is a Possessive yandere, but he is also very narcissistic and sadistic.

So he won’t share, but he will also talk about himself and himself only.

If you ever heard him while he was talking to anyone, he would literally only talk about himself.

But, you had only heard him talking to someone else once.

Needless to say, that was the last time you ever wanted to hear him talk.

He is sadistic, so he is mean. He’ll purposely tunnel you in trails just to hear you cry.

It's one of his favorite noises.

When you first met him in a trial, he wasn’t nice to you once so ever. He learned that he loves to hear your cry in agony. He repeatedly knocked you down, picked you up, and let you wiggle off, then knocked you down again.

He was playing with you.

Of course, it didn’t feel like he was just playing with you, it felt like suffering.

He did this the whole course of the trial. Only stopping when one of the other survivors runs past him. He’d drop you then go after said survivor for a bit, making you think he’s done torturing you.

Boy were you dead wrong.

As soon as you are about to reach one of your friends to help get you off of the ground he snatches you up and starts the cycle all over again. 

Until the other survivors (those who aren’t dead) fix up all the gens and open the gates. 

They’ll try to save you but can’t without being hooked or moried. So they’ll have to leave you

What a great introduction to this guy right?

Anytime you had a trial with him you felt so much agony, after the first couple trials with him your friends gave up on trying to help you. Anytime they did they’d get downed, hooked, or moried. It seemed pointless to them.

Pinhead doesn’t understand his feelings towards you, nor does he care to understand them. He’ll just keep doing whatever it takes to get these feelings to either lessen or will do anything for his feelings if they please him.

So you can either expect a sadistic Pinhead or a creepily nice/stalkery Pinhead during a trial with him. 

Good Luck

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere headcanon #yandere monster #yandere dbd x reader #yandere dbd #dbd #dbd killer #dead by daylight #yandere dead by daylight #dbd michael myers #dbd pyramid head #dbd pinhead #miss blue writing #ask lyssa

[haechannielove]

                                          High and horny (M)

Preview - He takes your hand and rubs it on his bulge, through his soft shorts. “Do you feel what you do to me? This is all yours.” you start to feel the tension in your chest. “This is all mine Renjunnie?” He lets out a small soft whine.

Pairing - stoner!renjun x fem!reader

Au - Non-idol

Rating -  18+, fluffy at the end I guess LOL

Word count -  1.4k

Warnings - high sex, unprotected sex, touching of the private area (both reader and Renjun touch each other)

Setting - readers bedroom

A/n - made for anon (im pretty sure I know who requested LOL (not in a creepy way I was just digging around 😭)) ANYWAY ANON I HOPE YOU ENJOY PLEASE PLEASE DO AGH im so excited to be back!! Also im sorry for ANY typos or anything!! Agh enjoy

The night has been pretty tame since you and your best friend have finished the blunt off. There’s some slow conversation going on and lots of giggling and eye contact. Some conversations relating to school life, occupation, even some words about past relationships. 

You and Renjun have been good friends since elementary school. You’re both all grown up now and it feels pretty amazing to be able to see each other so often. Both of you were pretty busy as children, one was always busy with sports, jobs, after school activities in general. But now that you both can drive and both are out living on your own, you see each other almost daily. 

“Jun” You cut yourself off to make sure he’s paying attention to you. He looks over at you. There's that eye contact again. You continue. 

“You do know that you can talk to me about anything right?” he just looks at you.

 “Of course, why do you say that?” you look at him again, staring into those beautiful eyes.

 “I just want you to know that even though I am a girl-” he cuts you off, whispering something under his breath 

“a beautiful one” you just look at him. 

“What did you say Junnie?” you’re not sure if what you heard was accurate.

“Nothing, continue?” you carry on, “Just because I’m a girl doesn't mean you can't tell me about your feelings and such. You know that right?” he blinks and nods his head. 

You both continue with your conversations, jumping from each topic like a frog to a lilypad. The endless stories you guys have together keep spewing out of your mouths like endless ropes of words. Though your words are jumbled, you both understand each other like no other. 

Some more time passes and for some reason there’s tension between the two of you. Renjun keeps looking down at your lips and at your breasts… and your thighs. 

“y/n” you look at him. those damn eyes. 

“Hm?” he opens his mouth hesitant. “Your tank top is coming down really far” he giggles.

 You look down at your falling top and laugh. “Why are you looking then, hm?” you say sarcastically. “Because I can’t help myself” he says and you smile at each other. 

You both move on for a bit until you look down and see that Renjun is hard in his loose cotton shorts. You point down at it. “What's that about?” his face flushes. “Happens sometimes” 

Maybe it's because you're both high out of your minds, or maybe the dim lighting around, maybe even the fact that you're both in barely any clothing sitting on your bed. Who knows? 

You would be lying if you said you didn’t find Renjun extremely attractive. I mean he’s everything anyone would want in a man. Beautiful voice, boy can he sing, he’s kind and considerate, everything. 

You close your eyes for a second.

 While your eyes are closed you feel his soft hands caress your face. You open your heavy lids and look into his. He lightly bites onto his bottom lip and slowly lets go. You move closer to him to close the gap between you two. Your knees are touching and you’re just looking into each other's eyes.

 “y/n I really really want you to touch me right now” You look up at him with your head slightly tilted downward. “Please dont look at me with those eyes baby” 

He takes your hand and rubs it on his bulge, through his soft shorts. “Do you feel what you do to me? This is all yours.” you start to feel the tension in your chest. “This is all mine Renjunnie?” He lets out a small soft whine.

You decide to move your hand up and down his hard dick. With each movement he lets out heavy breaths and whimpers. His soft voice making way into your ears like a sweet song. He stops you and you look up at him confused. 

“Please let me touch you as well, please y/n. I’m craving your body, I'm hungry and eager to touch you, just please.” you quickly nod your head. 

You've never felt so horny in your entire life. The boy you grew up with is now the boy roaming his hands all over your body. He’s now the boy who's showing you how much you affect his own. 

You take his hands off of you for a second so that you can strip yourself of your clothes, but before you do you look at Renjun. His eyes are practically in the shape of hearts, all for you. 

“Wanna undress me Renjunnie?” You can tell that nickname gets him going. You’re certain by the way his cock twitches anytime you say the name. 

Renjun reaches his arms out to take your tank top off first. Your boobs are perfectly sitting in your bra. His breathing starts to hitch. “y/n you look so fucking beautiful, you take my breath away.” you literally do. Renjun takes a second to pull your bra down a bit to expose your nipples. 

“Please take it off for me babe.” He obliges.

He’s now holding your breasts in each hand.  Rubbing his fingers over your hard nipples. He takes one into his mouth while rubbing the other one with 2 of his long slender fingers. You let out soft little moans that make him feel even more high. 

You eventually take your pants off while he does the same. You’re both left in your underwear. He's rubbing your sensitive clit through your silk panties. 

You both take the rest of your clothing, the only thing left of each other is the radiating horniness and tension that somehow keeps getting even thicker. 

His cock is so pretty. Pretty deep pink head, long and thick, but not TOO thick. Fits right in your hand, eventually finding out how well he fits in your throat as well. 

Renjun lightly thrusts his hips upward, occasionally gagging you. You bop your head up and down slowly, everything is moving so so slow, the passion is peaking by the second. 

Before Renjun feels he is about to finish, he stops you. 

“Would you be willing to let me fuck you? I promise to make you cum, not a single day goes by where im not thinking about fucking the daylights out of you y/n.” you just stare into his eyes once again, something about his fucking eyes. You feel as if you can see galaxies spinning in  them. Renjun is a walking beauty in your mind. He always has been. “I one hundred percent want that Junnie.” 

You’re both so horny and out of your mind that you don’t even care for a condom, you make him promise to pull out. 

You straddle him, aligning your wet heat with his erect dick. He slowly pushes upward, causing a breathy moan to come out of your pretty mouth. 

He continues to go in and out of you while whispering things into your ear. Things like, “youre the only girl I know who could ever make me feel this fucking horny baby” “you make me feel so good, your pussy is so tight” “I’m so addicted to you baby, this feels like a dream”. 

He reaches a hand down to play with your clit, you’re getting closer and closer by each thrust he does inside of you. The atmosphere is full of complete lust and the air is filled with sex. 

“Junnie youre doing so good, I love this feeling of every inch of you inside of me… mmmh fuck”  you whisper into his ear. He’s still rubbing your clit and thrusting all of his length inside of you.

“y/n i'm going to cum baby… are you close?”  the words spill out of his pretty lips quickly but smoothly. 

“I'm going to cum soon just- mm please, please keep going.” you’re completely breathless and dick drunk. 

Renjun gets you to climax better than anyone ever has before.

“M’junnie you’re so good to me” you say at your peak.

“y/n please let me cum in your mouth” you nod your head

Renjun ends up fucking your mouth a little bit before completely finishing and to say the least, he tasted amazing and this was NOT the last time you guys did this.

Afterwards, You both took a nice warm bath together and smoked a little more. You guys had something to eat and watched a movie together. You both fell asleep in each other's arms and this was sure as hell not the last night that this occurred.

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#renjun x reader #nct dream x reader #nct x reader #renjun x y/n #renjun smut #renjun x you #renjun x fem!reader #stoner renjun hehe

[soujos]

، ִ ۫ ⁎ .◟ HEAVENS BLISS, jing yuan burbles of mine

ﾟ｡ summary — sweet sweet general. who is he to leave you unsatisfied ? not in a day, month or year could he ever . fluff to suggestive, make out sessions, dry humping, fingering 18+ minors kindly fuck off <3

general jing yuan of the xianzhou alliance’s cloud knights turns out naturally perfect within the eyes of the guards, within the eyes of civilians in xianzhou luofu and those that claim the title of six leaders. wise men say the perfect partner is those that love one another unconditionally, through a simple touch their souls fall into a rhythm and swirl into one collision of simple felt emotions and brask a feel of divinity once you’ve experience what they call … love. jing yuan believes the perfect partner are those who intrigue one another with just a simple look of interest and curiosity across the room, communication and understanding is simply within the mind of others — yet when the general spares you a glance across the business filled room, you two could not help but spare one another a simple smile; trying to keep things professional between each other while he was still the general outside the four walls of your home

general jing yuan of the xianzhou alliance’s cloud knights’ interlaced fingers against yours are nothing but mesmerizing as his lips trace the skin of your knuckles and amber eyes memorize each mark against them and just how soft they were against his own once he’s removed the only thing that kept you from feeling his own palm against yours, his gloves. it was when he pressed his lips against your fingertips your breath hitched against your breathless throat, you wanted to speak; to pour the sweet nothings from your heart into the air between you and your dearest love, but nothing would come out. it’s like they were glued to the back of your throat, welling up without the reprieve of sweet, sweet release.

simply there was one way to put it, within the chamber of your heart there was only a bare human heart. a heart that fluttered, leaped, summer saluted and dived into a void of excitement when a simple man by the name of jing yuan of the xianzhou alliance’s cloud knights entered it. infiltrating the base and filled it with a wondrous bliss you only can cling to on long nights where jing yuan is scattered in paperwork and duties to attend to — once he does return home to you, hes exhausted to the brim. his vibrant amber irises catching sight of your sleeping form tucked tightly into the small space of the couch and a simple blanket wrapped around you, oh his silly little dove. thus he tucked a hand under your knees and a gentle arm that hooked around your shoulders before he lifted you into his embrace, it was time for you and him to find a moment together once more within the space of your bed.

countless eyes and countless whispers echo across the room as you take several glances among the crowd in the room, there was not a single drop of your drink left in your cup. a simple pair of boots were heard making their way towards you from behind, another simple “my my have we met before dear stranger?” from a somewhat familiar voice, jing yuan of the xianzhou alliance’s cloud knights had arrived yet he was still as lazy and playful each time you saw your dear private lover outdoors “i don’t believe we have general, perhaps we could get to know one another?” you decide it’s the most useful option to play along with his silly little games in public and the most amusing.

“splendid, allow me to show you something elsewhere?” he extends a simple hand for you to take, oh you knew this social cue — it was one of those intriguing days where he could not contain himself at the sight of you looking your best in public and business affairs. jing yuan of the xianzhou alliance’s cloud knights is a gentlemen but behind closed doors hes a greedy man, greedy from his lips, to his heart that thumped against his chest, to his finger tips that softly gazed against any open skin he could get to touch without ruining your outfit, to his thighs that twitched when you took a graceful sit on his lap like you owned it and you know what you did. you owned his very heart why not his body too?

oh how he wished he could feel the blood that rushed to his cheeks and brightened his complexion when his lips gently touched yours for a moment and the next minute they were hungry when you continued through out the makeout session, hungry hands that gripped any part of you he could reach for from your hips, to your back, to your thighs that laid on top of his as your hips pressed down against his own as a tease, as a comment for jing yuan of the xianzhou alliance’s cloud knights to stop teasing you and give you wanted because you were definitely impatient from the way he looked tonight, his fingers sinking into the flush of your walls and he deems you must be quiet if you still want this to occur. pushing his longer digits in and out of your velvet walls…

goodness he could feel the way you whimper and bite into his neck to sustain your noises, his digits constantly being sucked in deeper to your hungry hole and it continues to do so until you’ve tightened around them, his lips finding home against your neck and jaw..sweet nothings said into the shell of your ear as he fucked his digits in a higher pace when you tightened around his fingers, his words were honest yet they were filled with nothing but filth and his voice dripped with arousal, you could feel how jing yuan of the xianzhou alliance’s cloud knights was rock hard against your ass — throbbing painfully as he watched you tightened around his slender fingers once more before he softly moved you onto your back and his tongue makes due to lap at your folds to finally get you to that release you begged and squealed for. once you did spasm and cum a load against his tongue and chin, he compliments you and praises you for being so good for him.

jing yuan of the xianzhou alliance’s cloud knights was certainly the ideal lover.

note from aslin : hes my silly < 3 likes and reblogs are appreciated ^^

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[acciocriativity]

JONGHO AS A BEAR HYBRID - RAISED LIKE SIBLINGS EDITION

(Photos are not mine, credits for the rightful owners)

Ateez Masterlist

I'm a bit late, but I had to write a little something for Jongho's birthday and this is my absolute favorite hc of him, so here we go! I could go on and on about it too, should I make a one shot of this? 👀

The moment your parents got an anonymous call to rescue a hybrid cat out of someone’s abandoned house, they didn’t think they would find a cub bear near the woods, alone and shot in the process.

To this day, that call would be an unsolved puzzle. First, there was no cat hybrid. Second, it was illegal to hunt in that area for many reasons. Third, why anyone would contact a small hybrid rescue organization instead of a wildlife rehabilitator?

They found out the answer for only one of those questions.

While they were in the car, the cub shifted to his human form due to lack of energy and blood. The little boy could barely speak or move, his poor condition clear as a day.

The good news were, from then on he’d have a home and, if he wanted to, a family to take care of him.

You both grew up together.

It was weird to explain the dynamic of you two to anyone who asked. There was no hierarchy between the two of you, something not as common as it was now. You were kind of like siblings, but without the constant urge to fight for everything.

Jongho would never fight you. Not because he didn’t want to sometimes (most times), but because he made a promise the moment he was accepted into the family. He would fight for your family, in whatever way they needed, so that includes you.

That meant, even when you were being stubborn for no reason or just annoying, he wouldn’t fight you. Instead, he would just… judge you in silent until you stopped.

There were some fights here and there, of course. His patience wasn’t eternal, and he had his own feelings and moments of being annoying too… although he blames 99% of those on you.

But who’s counting, right?

You learned all the little things about him from a young age, so you knew him with the back of your hand.

Like the urge he had for affection, even though he hated to ask for it, so much so he would rather be shot again.

Of course, you’d cling to him like a koala all day long and he just… stood there, like an actual tree, paralyzed and overthinking ever second of it.

With time, he got used to the feeling and dare I say, he loved it a lot, but would never say it. If it makes you feel better, it would be plastered on his forehead the confusion and sadness the moment you stopped. He didn’t notice his pout, either.

Or like the way he’d never speak without being spoken to. That didn’t last for long, but while it did, you made sure to ask him as many questions as you could think about.

It ranged from do you know why the sky is blue? to can I touch your ears please, please? He would always say no to the last one until your parents said to stop asking.

You did, but you couldn’t help watching it all the time. It was small, round and it looked fluffy. It was the perfect combination to make anyone in their right minds give a little pet, you know? Still, you respected he needed his space.

He also knew you with the back of his hand. He observed every single habit of all of your family, because he had to be sure they were safe to be around. Then he kept doing it because he wanted to understand why you were so different from every other human he met.

Even though, you were so annoying and loud and sometimes a bit dumb as a child, you were also kind-hearted and generous since little. You didn’t even complain when you had to leave your own room for him to stay, you were soo worried and scared because of the bad condition you saw him in.

You were sincere in your questions about hybrids, how did he do things or why he did it, not in the way he sometimes felt with other people, who looked at him like a fascinating animal and nothing more.

He was grateful for whoever made that call and saved his life by bringing your parents to him, even though he always asked himself who could it be.

#ateez x reader #ateez fluff #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez reactions #ateez headcanons #ateez masterlist #jongho x reader #ateez!hybrid #ateez au #kpop hybrid au #hybrid au #jongho fluff #jongho headcanon

[deadbydangit]

First kisses

Hillbilly, Ghostface, Pyramid Head

Hillbilly

Did you think he actually had any idea what he's doing?

No. He does not.

He's been pondering over it for days.

How to bring it up?

Does he just... Kiss you one day?

Is he supposed to say something?

He's clueless.

And it's terrifying him.

So much so that it's to the point where anytime he looks at you he starts sweating bullets.

If you confront him about it, he'll anxiously tell you that it's nothing.

He goes to people that may be able to help him. Some ladies men as they're called

The worst people to ask: Ace and Danny

Until some of the more responsible female killers and survivors catch wind and stop Max before he asks them.

I.E. Sally and Claudette.

They give him tips and try to boost his confidence.

They'll coach him on how to bring it up, how to make sure he's doing it right.

And it isn't great.

So on the day of the kiss, Claudette and Sally are watching from the bushes, praying he'll be okay.

He doesn't remember any of their advice.

So he just holds your head in-between his hands and pulls you in for a rough kiss.

You actually end up bumping heads.

And the kiss was sloppy and almost missed.

And, due to his facial

Sally and Claudette are cringing.

And now Max is nearly in tears because he thinks it was so bad you're going to leave him.

Kiss his cheek and pull him back to you.

Let him know that you love him.

And that you're proud he worked up the courage to give you a kiss.

How impressed you are with his confidence.

And he will be pink.

The first kiss might've sucked, but that doesn't mean the ones in the future won't get any better.

Ghostface

He's been planning it.

For a while.

It could go one of two ways.

One.

It has to be perfect and memorable.

And a memorable moment to him doesn't always mean something positive.

He's the guy who would pretend to drown to get mouth to mouth, then kiss whoever is there.

So it might be something absolutely traumatic.

More than likely.

He's not great at romance, so he's going with what he does best.

Scaring people.

One day you'll both be walking, and he'll start screaming in pain, then fall to the floor.

If you go to check on him, he'll grab you and pull you into a kiss.

He's an asshole.

You can smack him after.

And he's going to laugh and remember your face for a long time.

If you started crying, he'll feel really bad and even apologize.

"I just wanted to make the first kiss something to remember. I never meant to scare you."

His sincerity is rare and charming.

You can forgive him this time.

Way two.

Cheesy pick up lines.

The worst he can think of.

"Hey cutie. Your lips look lonely. They should meet mine."

Before he grabs and kisses you.

And other really cringy pick up lines.

But, it is pretty cute.

And he's working so hard to impress you.

Throw him a bone and give him another kiss.

He worked so hard to make this perfect.

He deserves a reward.

Pyramid Head

His problem is different.

He doesn't have a face.

Or a mouth.

Or lips.

So it's physically impossible for him to kiss you.

But he really wants to.

That emotional and physical connection is something he truly craves.

But with no way to do so, he has to get creative.

He's always giving you hugs.

That's nothing out of the ordinary.

What is different is that he's keeping you in his arms for longer.

And that he takes your hand up to his head.

The part where a face might be.

And presses it to the general location of where the lips would be.

Then he'll face you and wait.

Hoping you'll say something, anything.

Say those three simple words.

The three words that can melt him like butter.

'I love you'.

It won't even take a second before you're engulfed in his arms with his head against your face.

Like what a real kiss would look like.

He feels guilty for not being able to give you that kind of love.

Make sure to give him lots of kisses.

And let him know you understand that he wanted to make this special.

Make sure to thank him for that kiss and love tenfold by burrowing him in a kiss.

#dbd imagines #dbd ask blog #dbd x reader #dbd killer #dbd ghostface #dbd pyramid head #dbd hillbilly

[schrodingerscougar]

Note: Seriously, I have no excuse for the Toranaga fics. Here's a modern day one. Please, enjoy, then kindly point me in the direction of works from others.

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Toranaga remained silent after Blackthorne finished talking and waited for Mariko to translate for him. You watched him with curious eyes, looking for small changes in his expression that would tell you what he was planning this time. Because you knew many things about him, one of them being the fact that he spoke English quite well.

Once the conversation was over, he asked Mariko to be with their guest for the rest of the day to help him communicate with others and get to know your customs better. After they left, he asked you to go to the roof with him so you could talk in private, away from the people who were dying to find out more about the outsider.

“Please, enlighten me. Why are you making the Englishman believe you don't speak English?” you asked Toranaga once you stepped next to him by the railing of the rooftop.

The man looked at you with a small smile as his fingers played with the small box he held in his hand. What it contained you didn't know, but something told you it was none of your business. “I believe I shouldn't make things easy for him just yet,” he said after a while.

You tried to resist, but your eyes kept falling on the box in his hand. It was a small and simple cardboard box, not something that would seem particularly precious. It was killing you that you had absolutely no clue what it was hiding, and why he had been playing with it ever since you joined him up here.

“You want to know what's inside, don't you?” Toranaga asked with a laugh as he opened his palm and held the box close to you. You shook your head without thinking, even reaching out to close his fingers around it, but he gently pulled your hand away and showed you the object once again. “Take it. It's yours anyway.”

“Mine?” He nodded with that kind smile still visible on his lips. So you took the box and opened it, only to find another box inside. But it wasn't another cardboard box, no. It was a blue jewelry box that had a beautiful white gold ring with a yellow diamond in the middle inside. “I don't understand, what is this?”

“I believe you already know. We've been together for long enough to understand what we want from this relationship. This is what I want,” he explained.

You didn't know what to say. These were trying times for all of you, a proposal wasn't something you could think about. There were people after him, his life was in danger, he had a strange Englishman as a guest, and he was thinking about this? If you didn't know any better, you would have assumed he went mad.

“You have nothing to say?” he asked, bringing you back to the conversation with only these five words.

“Why now in the middle of this mess?”

Toranaga decided to wrap an arm around your body and pull you into a kiss, probably hoping this would make you focus on his proposal instead of your fears regarding the future. His future. He was right as usual, you were terrified those idiots would get him killed.

“I want to hear you say yes before I die, that's all,” came his response as he placed a soft kiss on your cheek. “Don't you want to stay by my side as my wife?”

You flashed a delicate smile at him then put your arms around his neck to pull him against you. “That's all I want,” you whispered to him before burying your face into the crook of his neck.

People had warned you not to let him close, to keep a safe distance from this man who was way more powerful than you could handle. At first you followed the advice, especially because you saw what he could be like, how cold and scheming he was with others.

But then you saw a different side of him. A softer side, one he seemingly reserved for you, and only you. Gentle touches, romantic getaways, generous gifts; he did everything he could to sweep you off your feet. Maybe it was a trap, but maybe he was genuinely interested in you. Either way, you couldn't resist for long.

The two of you joined Blackthorne and Mariko for dinner in the evening, going to an excellent restaurant with a private room to talk a little more. Through the other woman, Toranaga asked a lot of questions about the Englishman's intentions. He assumed he came here looking for something that had been hidden a long time ago, a relic that held value only to a small circle of people.

You remained silent and listened. You weren't allowed to talk to the outsider yet because your fiancé wanted you to stay out of whatever mess he was here to cause. He would have rather thrown Mariko under the bus right now. It was cruel, but he was only protecting you, you knew that.

“Why don't you ask him about the relic? Go on, ask him about what object they've been hiding for a long time,” Blackthorne told Mariko once he had enough of the cross-examination.

She looked confused, hesitant to speak up at first. Knowing Toranaga understood everything made her more cautious and you couldn't blame her. Of course, Blackthorne didn't speak Japanese, so he wouldn't have understood what she said. But despite this, she was carefully choosing each word when she spoke up again.

“Lord Toranaga, the relic he's talking about… Is it real?” she asked.

“It is very much real, I can assure you,” he said before turning to his guest and switching to English. “I believe you are chasing a myth, Mr. Blackthorne. This relic went missing a long time ago.”

His lie made you nervous. What was he plotting this time? But the biggest surprise came from the other man whose jaw dropped upon hearing him speak his language.

“You bastard, you understood everything I said, didn't you?” he asked angrily before turning to you. “I bet you understand everything too.”

“Whether or not she understands you doesn't matter as I asked Mariko to translate, not her.”

Blackthorne laughed at this. “You don't want your lover to be involved? What are you afraid of? That she might realize what a manipulative piece of shit you are?”

Toranaga glanced over at you for a moment, then turned back to the Englishman. “You should learn to choose your words more carefully,” he warned him. “You saved my life, for which I'm grateful, and you are my guest, but I won't hesitate to get rid of you if you make the wrong choice.”

You shivered because of the way he talked to Blackthorne. This was the man people warned you about, the one who was usually nowhere to be found when you were around. He exchanged a few words with Mariko in Japanese, then stood up and extended a hand to help you up too. It was time to leave apparently.

Before you left the room, your eyes met Mariko’s and you couldn't hide your worry. She flashed a small smile at you then nodded to tell you she would be fine. You returned the smile then said goodbye and went after Toranaga. You didn't dare to resist.

#yoshii toranaga x reader #yoshii toranaga #toranaga #toranaga x reader #fx shogun #shogun fx #shogun #shogun 2024

[clementine-thedestroyer]

Aurora Borealis - König x reader - Part 6

Series master post - Read on Ao3

Chapter specific tags/warnings: General captivity, ect.

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6

You try to adjust to a new reality while refusing to accept the normalcy König so desperately wants you to return to.

You move through the immediately following days in a haze.

It’s odd, being a victim and a prisoner of a disaster you can’t even begin to understand. It’s hard to grieve over an event wrapped so thoroughly in confusion.

You want more than anything to be able to understand- to be able to get some sort of closure or come to terms with it. It being the… end of the world? Clearly not, you’re still here, König’s still here- even if the circumstances revolving around it are questionable.

Any questions to König are met with deflections or vague, unhelpful answers. The only thing he’d tell you was that outside wasn’t safe right now, but other than that, the only information you had to work off of was his behavior that night- the memory of the words “mass extinction” still sends a shiver through you- and your own observations, that being that you couldn’t make contact with the outside world through the landline.

There’s a little voice in the back of your mine, telling you that you’re being misled, that there were others out too. There had to be, other people had to still be alive. Humanity could have just… collapsed like that, right?

And you cradle that little voice- holding it delicately in your hands and close to your heart as you try to protect it from the bleak hopelessness that the rest of you’s adopted. You cradle it alongside the flickering flame of your rage- weak but not extinguished. You forbid yourself indulging in it, but it’s there, spewing silent curses and insults as a constant reminder that you’re not here by choice.

Things have settled into a bit of a routine. You’d stopped fighting him rather quickly after that first breakfast, deciding it better to at least fake acceptance of whatever situation you’re in- or at least that he believes you’re in- and since then, it’d been easier.

Frankly, you were too numb and in a haze to do anything else. König seemed content to just… act normal, minus letting you out of his sight for more than a minute, and to an extent it unnerved you.

He did seem to take notice of your behavior though. Occasionally, you’d catch him staring at you with his lips drawn thin in a frown. You had to be careful to keep from spacing out for too long- lest you be forced into a day of cuddling, being doted over, and occasionally fucked- all in König’s best attempts to cheer you up.

It didn’t really work. Often, his efforts would only leave you feeling worse- like some sort of depressed hamster in a cage being poked at by your owner, urged to do something- to stop looking so sad.

The only thing that really does help is the routine you eventually settle into. It takes about a week- but eventually you get the hang of keeping yourself constantly occupied with cooking and cleaning. You figure that no matter what’s going on beyond the cabin, you’re being kept here whether you like it or not. Any mention of leaving the cabin- even with König- is still being met with a firm no, so you decide you have to do something other than sit and dissociate all day. For your own sanity, if nothing else.

König makes a comment about you turning into “a good little housewife”, and you try your best not to let it sour your feelings on using chores to occupy yourself.

You also find a blank notebook in the nightstand drawer along with some pens and pencils, and it helps to occupy your down time you can’t fill with domestic work. Sometimes you journal, sometimes you doodle, but either way, it’s nice to have something to do besides cook and clean.

König sees you finding ways to fill your day and takes it as progress. Towards what, you’re not sure- but it’s enough for him to decide it’s okay to leave you under Horangi’s watch to go hunting and to gather wood.

“He’s just going to keep an eye on you.” König had said, making the mistake of cupping your cheek as he tried to explain the situation to you, and you’d nearly bit his hand off. And you would’ve… if you’d thought it’d do anything other than make him take you even less seriously than he already did, if that was possible.

“I don’t need a babysitter-“ You protested, pointedly pulling away from the hand at your face, rejecting his attempt at affection and comfort as you’d been doing since his betrayal.

You refused to let him try and return the two of you to “normalcy”. Even if you couldn’t exactly break up with him, you sure as hell weren’t going to let him forget that you were anything but pissed.

He’d taken away every bit of choice and control you had for your situation, and in return you’d weaponized the only thing you had left- yourself.

You're reminded of a phrase repeated to you countless times by adults in your childhood. You can’t control what other people do, only how you react.

Easier said than done. Both with ignorant children throwing small rocks and hurtful words on the playground and equally ignorant men who’re apparently completely unable to understand why you could possibly be mad at them- yet continue to refuse to offer any explanation to their both past and previous offenses.

Unfortunately, while he may not really understand why you’re upset, he definitely understood that you were, and it was clear that he didn’t trust you enough to leave you alone for longer than it took to bring in a day’s worth of firewood. Hence- Korangi babysitting you.

No matter how much you told yourself that he shouldn’t trust you, and that he’s actively keeping you here against your will, you’re very much not okay with it, and probably would make a break for it given the chance- it still hurt. Both that he didn’t trust you anymore and you couldn’t trust him, and regarding the level of infantilization you’ve been subjected to in these past few weeks.

He was perfectly content to let you bite your nails to the bed and borderline obsessively busy yourself with chores, but god forbid you put on a shirt without him straightening or adjusting it on you.

After bringing up leaving you with Horangi, König had left the topic alone for a few days, and you’d been foolish enough to hope that he’d given up on leaving you to be babysat in fear of you raising hell.

Any hope you had was dashed when about 3 days later, Horangi had showed up on your doorstep looking less than pleased to be there.

You’d known Horangi was still alive and even seen him since that night before this. He’d stopped by a few times to bring König the occasional suspicious ziplock baggie of unidentified meat or stack of firewood, and he’d seemed more than happy to completely ignore your existence during those visits, not even glancing in your direction if he could help it.

You’d already blamed him for, at the very least, enabling whatever the fuck König was doing, given the fact that he was A, Definitely still alive, while the state of the rest of the world was questionable. And B, Because of his drop offs at the cabin since the lights in the sky.

You’d made a point to look extra depressed whenever Horangi had stopped by those first times to drop things off in the hope that he might actually be in the dark about König’s little evil plan. But by now you were sure he at least knew about what was going on, and you subsequently blamed him for your situation, meeting his arrival with angry looks and side-eyed glasses.

Horangi, like all the other times you’ve seen him, is wearing a facemask, hood, and sunglasses, and seems completely uninterested in you. Letting König pull him outside for their customary little porch chat- where they discuss whatever they can’t won’t say in front of you.

When Horangi comes back inside, Kônig comes with him, dressed in a duct canvas jacket and snow pants with a hunting rifle slung over his back that swings around when he bends down to pull you into an unreciprocated hug and leave a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m sorry, dear- we need to get a moose before winter sets in, and I need to start getting to know the area now if I want to be able to.” He’d said, the pet name leaving your stomach rolling.

It was the same explanation he’d given you at least ten times this morning alone, explaining himself like you had to be comforted and constantly reassured of his return and the necessity of his trip.

You clench your fists and as he turns his back, silently, you wish him a horrible hunt and for all the moose in the forest to suddenly decide to violently trample and gore every human (or at least human shaped) thing they see.

When you turn around, you're surprised to find Horangi filling the kettle and setting it to boil. You watch him, quickly averting your eyes and standing awkwardly when he turns to look back at you.

“Tea?” He asks, already setting out a second mug.

The normalcy of it all is a shock to your system. Simply being around someone other than König feels weird. He’s been glued to your side for at least a week and a half, and the sudden absence of the eyes constantly on the back of your neck feels lifting- like a weight from your shoulders.

You find yourself nodding, sitting down and wringing your hands as you try not to pick at your cuticles or bite at your already bitten-down nails as you wait for the water to boil.

Horangi stays at the counter, taking out a folded set of papers and a pen from his pocket. Smoothing the papers out, he sets them on the counter and leans against the edge, chewing idly at the end of the pen through his mask and occasionally writing something down or making a mark.

When the kettle whistles, Horangi stands, preparing two cups of tea and carrying them to the table, wordlessly setting one of the mugs across from him as he sits back down and lets his own tea steep.

You sit down at the seat he’d put the second cup at, crossing your legs and warming your hands around the mug as you awkwardly try to find a place to look other than Horangi.

After a minute, the silence becomes comfortable with the understanding that neither of you is planning on starting a conversation, and Horangi continues to work on his paper as you sit perched on the edge of your seat, blowing gently at the surface of your tea as you look around the room, letting yourself notice little details you didn’t usually.

Once you’re comfortable that tea’s cooled down enough for you not to be burnt, you let yourself sit back and enjoy the feeling of warmth moving down your throat and settling in your stomach.

Glancing up, you freeze when you see that Horangi had pulled his mask down to under his chin to drink his tea.

It feels illegal to be looking at his bare face, even more so when you notice the dark, twisted, purple scar stretching from the right corner of his mouth to his ear and downwards. Horangi’s eye’s flicker towards you and you realize you’ve been staring, making a point to jerk your eyes away and duck your head as your cheeks heat in shame.

A moment later, you glance back up, only to look right back down when you find Horangi watching you with a slight amused smirk.

“You can ask about it, you know.” He says, not looking up from his paper and stifling a chuckle.

You swallow thickly, shifting in your seat and readjusting your hold on your cup just so your hesitation isn’t blatant.

“How’d you get it?” You ask, careful to keep your tone passive and your eyes anywhere but Horangi.

“My gun backfired.” He says with an amused tone, reaching up to tap at the center of the mangled scar. “Exploded back into my face, barely missed my eye.”

“Does it hurt?” You ask, eyes following his hand to observe the injury.

Horangi snorts, laughing to himself as he drops his hand and brings his cup to his lips.

“It happened a long time ago.” He says, not saying anything further as he leaned back over his paper and goes back to making occasional marks.

The silence turns awkward- at least to you, Horangi seems content to drink his tea and scribble notes on the paper in front of him.

You decide to make yourself scarce, finishing the rest of your drink quickly before taking your cup to the sink, rinsing it out and putting it in the dishwasher to be washed with the next batch of dishes.

You need to do something, anything. You hate how idle you feel here, like that unless you find something to occupy your every moment, time will just slip away, and you refuse to become complacent with your situation.

Your foot starts to tap anxiously against the floor as you shower the small kitchen for something to do- something to clean. Your hands itch for a distraction, for a mindless task to help calm your nerves.

You look back, finding Horangi watching you with that same amusement as before.

“Looking for something to do?”

You nod immediately, hands wringing at the fabric of your shirt.

Horangi smirks, standing up and pushing his chair back and filling the room with the sound of chair legs dragging against wood flooring.

“You can help me then.” He says, picking up his stack of papers and walking towards you.

“What are you doing?” You ask, you brow furrowed and your eyes narrowed as you looked at the paper, remembering him scribbling notes and pouring over it earlier.

Once again, Horangi seems amused at your question, holding up one of the papers for you. You can see that it’s a piece of graph paper with various hand drawn lines separating the grid into a larger table with scribbled numbers packed into the columns and rows. The paper looks well used- there’s places where old marks weren’t or couldn’t be fully erased, making the whole thing look like more of a jumbled mess to you than anything else.

“Inventory. I have to make sure we- well, that you two have enough food to get through the freeze.” Horangi says.

You frown. It makes sense- you suppose, although with how hard the snow had been coming down the past few days, you’d assumed winter had already begun to set in.

“Hasn’t it already started to freeze?” You ask, glancing towards the window by the bed despite knowing it’s closed.

“Normally, yes- I’d like to have everything in order by now, but I wasn’t exactly given much warning that König planned on coming up here, and I don’t know exactly how much is here in the first place, so I need to figure that out.” Horangi says with a scoff- but so more at his own words regarding König than at you.

You tuck that information away for yourself- that this wasn’t much of a planned trip as you watch Horangi toss his stack of papers onto the counter and open one of the draws to rummage through it.

“It’s only November,” He starts again, pulling out a 1 cup measure “and you can’t survive completely off game meat. Pretty soon, the roads will be too bad to drive and the only way off the mountain will be the trails. It’s harder to hunt too, anything with any sense is tucked away in a burrow hibernating somewhere, and with how heavy it can snow, tracking anything can be a nightmare. Hence, we need to make sure there’s enough for you two to eat without factoring game meat.”

Horangi stands in front of you, handing you the measuring cup before pointing you towards the pantry.

“If you want something to do, count how many level cups of rice we have. You can move it into one of the empty containers while you’re counting as long as you pour it back into the original one when you’re done.”

For a moment, you don’t move or respond. This simple task is more agency than König’s given you in weeks, and it feels good. Better than occupying yourself with endless chores, and better than any self-assigned task of this nature could ever feel.

Your eyes are almost watering as you take the cup in your hand and go to the pantry, sitting on your knees as you start to scoop the rice from the large dry-bin it’s stored in to a spare container, counting each cup as you go.

It feels so good to have something to do- a way to actually be helpful- and you can’t help but loathe the fact that Horangi’s done this for you in the 30 minutes minute’s you’ve been with him today yet König, the man you’d have sworn up and down knew you better than anyone and care for you with all his heart less than a month ago, had yet to do anything other than force a return to a long dead normalcy.

#fem!reader #könig x reader #könig x you #könig x y/n #könig #fem reader #könig cod #könig call of duty #könig fanfiction #könig mw2

[callsign-blue]

On this day 4/21/24 at 11:18 am- I have finished Iron Flame and we have to wait till fucking January of 2025 for book 3….

Holy fucking shit there’s so much action and it’s literally insane. Also y’all have been too harsh on Mama Sorrengail… like I get it like she’s harsh but look how her kids turned out they are hardheaded stubborn so 10 toes down on what they think is right. She completed her goal and now she’s going back to the love of her life, a scribe..♥️ don’t care. I am 100% backing their mom.

Also Andarna being left behind like they could be more out there we just don’t know and if the dragons don’t know, the elders might know maybe they don’t even know. Because there is so much of the map that we have not even been to that could maybe be where they could be at her breed. Like they could be in the barren even though there’s not really any mountains like literally anywhere they’re hiding. Or maybe her family fled to give her a chance to live? I’m just just throwing these out here.

I’m going to have to read the last chapter over and over again, but you know I thought it was gonna be more intense honestly. From chapter 60 and on all, it is fucking intense but I thought it would be different. I don’t know like they get her, violet, surrounded still on the fighting field. They do the same thing for Xadan. And then you know either one gets tortured then it forces that one has to turn to save the other (lol hint hint)

I think Onyx Storm to do with both Xaden and Andarna. Not one or the other.

I think nothing really prepared me for Lilith Sorrengail end..like at all….

Also, I am so happy that Sawyer made it. Like there’s just so much going on in the last six chapters. I think the Venin, from what I have gathered do you want Violet, but to take her signet from her and then kill her. And I say that because The guys on page 593 the dark Wilder says “ I’m under orders not to kill, so let’s not make this difficult” also says “ you’ll be so much fun for him to wield” and obviously throughout the last few parts of the first book at Resson they were trying to at least harm violet or try to kidnap her. Her signet is legitimate power. She’s also the first Lightning user in they said decades or hundreds of years( I don’t quite remember, but it was a long time) You can see why they would want her specifically.

I find it very fucking interesting that they both have the same nightmares. They just never told each other about it like he turned for love and she will turn to save the one she loves.what the fuck

Also, it’s been coincide with that “ I have waited 650 years to hatch. Waited until your 18th summer, when I heard our elders talk of the week link daughter of their general, the girl forecasted to become the head of the scribes, and I knew. You would have the mind of a scribe and the heart of a rider you would be mine.”- Andarna. Her breed has to be the breed that wiped out the venin all those years ago because those numbers don’t just correlate for randomness. It just doesn’t make sense like for the love of fucking God it doesn’t make sense.(also I’m not religious that I’m just making a point.)

I also understand the reason why Violet is acting how she is with her now trust issue and being left in the dark is such a big thing for her. I think it’s just because she found her chosen family and finding out that there things being withhold from you, that are important, but not significant to the moment. Xaden is so patient and he definitely gets brownie points from me. He also has trust issues and not saying hes innocent in all this but they both have their reasons and they are taking healthy steps and moving forwards. Violet tends to be centered with knowledge and having that helps her make decided what to do next and move forward.

The conversations/arguments do get tedious, but considering a lot of her knowledge of The Continent and what happens and basically being lied to about their whole society will do that to a person because they think whatever they thought they knew they now have to rethink it. And it does suck being kept in the dark about stuff nobody wants to be kept in the dark, but in the end, she still loves him, she still chooses him.

#spoiler warning #iron flame #violet sorrengail #xaden riorson #tairneanach #violet and andarna #violet and tairn #iron flame violet #iron flame xaden #sgaeyl #xaden chose violence #fourth wing #fourth wing violet #fourth wing xaden #xaden and sgaeyl #violet and xaden #booktok #book tumblr #andarnaurram

[fierceawakening]

I feel a bit afraid to even post this, for fear of someone else lashing out at me for questioning received wisdom but I still kind of feel like people are so invested in explaining their point of view (which I’m already saying is valid) that they’re missing part of mine

And that is that for me, part of my trauma is that I was both physically violated AND physically altered. And also I’m afab, and very often girls and women bear the brunt of purity culture in ways men and boys… definitely can but I’m not sure they always do.

And what purity culture says to little girls is that their worth is in their… well purity. Their innocence. That’s what’s beautiful and lovable about them.

So what happened to me… at least as I experienced it, I felt it stole my innocence. Destroyed my purity. I was still a virgin, but I’d kept a tight lid on any interest in anything dark or sinister or anything like that (and it turned out there was a lot to keep a lid on.)

After my trauma I was so angry and disillusioned I couldn’t do that any more. I got angry. I got cynical. I got bitter.

Which is all understandable. But here’s the kicker: I felt bad about it. Like a monster. Damaged and broken.

I kept getting diagnoses of situational depression. I’d get talk therapy until I felt a little better and then it would end and I’d need it again, later, like clockwork. It didn’t dawn on me that this indicated a chronic problem, not clearly enough for me to say “let’s look at diagnoses that include recurrence.”

In grad school, I read the book Trauma and Recovery which is an in depth look at PTSD, mostly as suffered by women who were raped or sexually abused.

In it, the women described my deep feelings of having been defiled so well it was eerie. They talked about feeling like there was dirt or oil or mud or sludge way down in their soul, where they couldn’t remove it.

That it made them fundamentally unclean in ways other people weren’t. Dirtied deep down, in ways that would forever separate them from other people who hadn’t been polluted.

Which is how I felt and still feel when things get bad, and what makes me feel suicidal. I can never be clean again, so I’m fundamentally unworthy, so I need to die and get it over with already.

Trying to frame it as that I’m still clean, or that the dirty one is the perpetrator(s), may work for other people, and I wish them the best. But trying to reframe it that way has never worked for me personally. As I said my body is literally altered surgically. I can’t avoid that something changed.

So what has worked to help me feel less like I don’t deserve to live?

Seeing the new thing that was created as worthwhile rather than poisoned.

Because of that, I get a lot of reassurance out of monster stories, especially ones where the monster isn’t fundamentally evil, just threatened and lashing out, or confused, or a child that doesn’t know its own strength or the like.

Which overlaps A LOT with “what doesn’t kill me makes me stronger.”

It’s not quite the same but it’s a cousin concept, a sibling. “You tried to kill me. You really should have finished the job.”

So when I see people say “don’t tell me I’m stronger now, I get to be the judge of that thank you very much,” that version I get.

But when I see “the idea that I’m stronger now is bullshit, all I did was break,” that one twigs me.

Because it pulls me back to the broken doll oozing ichor. Nothing new came out of this. Nothing brave. That’s just a demon trying to justify continuing to exist, when deep down it knows all it is is pollution.

I make these posts not to tell people that they need to see themselves as stronger. I don’t know how they should heal. They know that.

I make them to remind people that there are a lot of different ways to reconstruct a self, and that it’s easy to overstep if you generalize too much.

[somberjoon]

METANOIA [5]

✩ pairing: wolf hybrid nj x cheetah hybrid reader (f) - eventual ot7 x reader

✩ genre: soul-searching , romance🔞 , found-family , healing , angst , happy ending

✩ word count: 5.7k

✩ chapter warnings: uncertainty in behavior and emotions , anxiety , mention of weight and insecurities (happens once at the end, only mc is negative towards her own weight) , arguments / angsty feels

✩ summary: She doesn't know. There is so much about her and her cheetah that she hasn't had the privilege to understand. Unknown backgrounds and unknown emotions clash with feelings of want- hopes of being herself unapologetically. Namjoon seems to be someone that can help her- but can the rest of his pack truly be what she has wanted and needed?

✩ cover: me

ch.1 , ch.2 , ch.3 , ch.4 , ch.5 , ch.6

Y/N

“I already regret having you two meet.” 

Namjoon sits across from the two cheetahs at the picnic table. The watermelon Maria cut for them is split between their personal plates only. None sit on Namjoon’s. 

“You were too slow.” Taehyung shrugs as he eats a slice. 

“She brought them out while I was in the bathroom.” Namjoon deadpans, eyeing them both to get a reaction of pity as they eat without replying. 

Y/N eyes Taehyung to gauge his reaction. Honestly, she has no problem sharing, but while Namjoon was gone, Taehyung made sure to give her a full plate of pieces. The offer of his feels like something more than just generous sharing. Taehyung isn’t even looking his way as Namjoon waits for him to reply. Y/N tries her best to be discreet as she slides her plate towards Namjoon. The sound and movement immediately catches Taehyung’s attention. 

He stops the plate when it gets to the middle of the table. He looks to Y/N and gives a firm headshake. 

“That’s yours. Not his.” 

“If he wants a couple it’s okay.” She gives another nudge of the plate into Taehyung’s hand. 

“I gave those to you.” Taehyung states. Y/N isn’t sure if he knows that a small pout is showing, but she suppresses the smile that dares to show itself on her face. 

“You can just…give me a couple of yours and he can have a couple of mine.” Y/N suggests, giving him a nonchalant shrug. It doesn’t take him long to give her a pointed sigh and pass two of his own pieces of watermelon to Namjoon.

“You’re too kind.” Namjoon gives a pointed look at Taehyung, “Thank you Y/N.” He gives her a warm smile that she returns as she eats into a piece of her own. They seem playful and young despite how put together they are. Well, she knows nothing about Taehyung, but she definitely knows Namjoon is truly well put together. 

“Can I ask how old you are?” Y/N looks between the two. “You know I’m 25, but- I mean I’m just curious.”

“28.” Taehyung replies with no qualms. 

“29.” 

“Wow, you’re younger than I thought.” 

Both men give each other a look before staring at Y/N.

“Do we look old?” Namjoon asks incredulously. 

“Oh, no!” She shakes her head quickly, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I just mean- you guys seem to be doing very well, so I thought you were a little older.”

“I was really rethinking our friendship.” Namjoon says, making her laugh. “We’re doing good, but we’re all still just trying to figure it out- life.” He gives a shrug. 

Taehyung seems to be tired of the conversation as he changes it without questions or remorse. 

“You like art?” He asks without taking his eyes from Y/N. His attention only causes the slightest discomfort, a feeling of vulnerability that she seems to have only around these two guys. 

“I do, but I don’t know much. I told Namjoon I’d like to try it myself.” 

“I can show you.”

She gives a questioning look to Namjoon, hoping this is something she can do, hoping that this isn’t overstepping some boundary. He just gives her another nod and a smile. 

“I’d like that, but, would we do it here? I feel bad for having you guys come here.” 

“You can come over.” Taehyung says like it’s obvious. 

“Oh, no. No, I can’t do that.” She rushes to answer back, looking away from them both to now stare at her empty plate. 

“He has a studio. It’s not in our house but it is on the land. I’ll ask the guys about it tonight. But, it should be fine.” Namjoon assures. She wants to bring up bigger concerns than invading their privacy, but to be honest, all her concerns about the visit are pressuring. 

“I’ll-” Just as she was about to answer, ‘I’ll think about it,’ she’s looking over at Taehyung to tell him- a look of hope fills his face. He needs this as much as she hopes for a genuine relationship. They’ve been nothing but nice to her. She can talk to Namjoon about her worries later, for now, she can be honest with herself and them.

“I’d like to, if everyone is okay with it. I’ll keep to myself.” 

“Taehyung doesn’t allow any of those clumsy guys into his studio, don’t worry.” Namjoon assures. 

“You’re the only clumsy one- I just don’t want anyone in there.” Taehyung gives Namjoon a knowing smile. The confession passes over their heads while Y/N processes what he said. He doesn’t want anyone in there- but he invited her. 

“She also likes games, you can show her the ones you like.” Namjoon suggests. Y/N realizes why he’s doing this. Instead of just giving her some unwanted things of theirs, he wants a way for Taehyung to keep that connection. A jump start for them. 

“I have some.” The vague answer makes her anxious. She doesn’t want to intrude or use things he doesn’t want her messing with. Despite her worries, she doesn’t bring them up now. They both seem more than happy to suggest random things while she tries to deny. There’s no hope for her to decline while they’re both with her. 

Taehyung

The house holds a warmth that he just loves. Maybe it’s just the day he had, maybe he’s just sentimental after all the good things going on at the moment. It doesn’t matter as long as the good can stay. He’d love it if he felt like this for a long time. 

“Okay, spill. You made us wait until you guys came home to tell us what this little adventure was.” 

The sight and smell of the fox is always a welcome one. It doesn’t matter that his outside clothing is still on, he captures the oldest in a tight hug, taking in his scent as much as possible. 

“Someone’s in a good mood.” Seokjin pulls the younger in with a firmer hold. “My pretty kitty.” Taehyung can’t even be mad at the name of endearment. He’d usually push it off and wave off their babying- but today it feels nice. “Wow, someone’s in a really good mood. What did you do, Namjoon?”

“Me?! My god, just ask the clingy one. I’m sure he’d be happy to tell everyone.”

The others wait with expectation rather than bulldozing over the two after their long days. With three cats in the house, the cuddle sessions last far longer than anyone needs them to be. (Though, everyone does like them, they just don’t want to admit it sometimes.)

“I met another cheetah today.”

Taehyung isn’t one for explaining. At least not when he thinks it’s unnecessary. He’s straightforward enough. 

“Wait,” Seokjin grabs the cheetah by his shoulders, pulling him away to look at him. “What do you mean?” Thankfully, Namjoon knows when to help him out when he’s not in the mood for verbal conversation. 

“The cub I come home smelling like- the organization found her.”

“You met her today?” Jimin asks. The only other wolf in the pack is just as special to him as Namjoon is. They both seem to understand him more than the others. Instead of answering verbally, he turns to Jimin and wraps him up while the others stand in shock. 

“How was it?” The wolf in his ear asks. 

Namjoon

He knows the others are happy for Taehyung. He knows that they want the best for him. They wouldn’t have joined his pack and trusted Namjoon if it wasn’t for that fact. But, he also isn’t surprised by the skeptical faces from the more hesitant members. The skepticism shows their want to protect Taehyung from this hybrid they don’t know. The more concerning aspect is one he knows they don’t want to bring up. 

-

The pack gets settled after dinner, especially after Taehyung is ready for bed early upon returning home from an emotionally exhausting excursion and having more conversations than he’d like to. 

Namjoon ends his day in his office like usual, finishing up daily reports and doing some research he knows he’ll have to do as soon as possible. Just as he thought, he does his research at the perfect time- as he’s shutting off his PC there are footsteps that stop at his door and wait for him to finish his work. He wastes no time leaving his office.

Seokjin.

Without any words, Namjoon gives a nod towards the kitchen where the sliding doors that lead to the backyard are. They put a lot of work into their home and the surrounding land. Despite being in a neighborhood not far from the city, they wanted a place that would suit both of their halves. Their backyard was one of the main factors that pushed them to buy- that and the neighborhood itself. 

The grassy space is filled with trees that surround the perimeter where the fence wraps around and randomly throughout the open space. A veranda covers the immediate part of the house and extends more than the usual ones do just to allow them to create a cemented dining area. Other than the small shed Taehyung turned into his studio, the space is open and welcoming, allowing the two to stand at the rail that lines on one side of the veranding and look out at the night sky. 

“I understand you kept this from us because she’s with the organization- but why didn’t you let any of us know there was another cheetah?” Despite his fox traits, Seokjin is one of the most level-headed, mature people Namjoon has ever met. He’ll always want to know information and will be the second-hand to Namjoon’s boat load of responsibilities. He’s always thankful for his fox. 

“I didn’t want him to feel pressured in meeting her. You know he doesn’t like meeting new people. I wanted to give him the time to decide for himself.” Namjoon explains, his voice tired from the day. 

“You knew what he’d want to do. Of course he’d want to meet her.” Seokjin replies, dancing around what he actually wants to say. 

“We both know why you’re bringing it up like this- just say it.” Namjoon finalizes. Seokjin waits a few breaths before finally answering. 

“What if he wants her to be part of the pack? What if his mating instincts kick in and he goes stir crazy around us?” 

“I didn’t think our worries were at the top of the list when I talked to him about it. Seokjin, this is about finally finding another cheetah- this isn’t about anything else except what he wants right now.” Seokjin waits for a scolding from the pack leader that never comes. “We are going to stand by him while he figures out what he wants. Because everyone in this pack has a right to meet others and form relationships. You’re the one that met Hoseok first- you’re the one that confessed to me that you were scared about your feelings. Why would you think about Taehyung’s feelings so negatively?” Seokjin doesn’t wait to reply. 

“Hoseok was close with all of us not long after. Hoseok wasn’t apart of the organization for-”

“I was part of the organization.” Namjoon keeps his voice level, but the assertiveness is there for him to get a hold of Seokjin. “Her past is the least of our problems at the moment. She’s opening up to me, she’s learning to function in a society she was never a part of. She’s a cheetah hybrid- she needs people that she can rely on, people like her.” 

“Everyone is worried that he’ll prefer her over his pack.”

“You know how loyal he is- I know how loyal he is- and that should be enough to convince yourselves that it will be fine. He’s not full animal, Seokjin. He’s not going to run-off and start his own pack. That’s not how this works, and you know that. You can’t turn your worries into harsh words and speculations.” Namjoon turns to him fully, leaning his hip on the railing. 

“Did he mention what he wanted out of it?” Seokjin has yet to look him in the eye as they talk. 

“No. But, I’m sure he’ll let us know if he wants something more- ya’ know, like a good member of the pack.” Namjoon doesn’t mean to let the attitude slip, but why is Seokjin pushing this hard? 

“You’d tell us too, right? If your feelings towards someone we don’t know change?”

Just as the pack leader is about to ask why the change in subject was made, Jungkook knocks on the glass doors to get their attention. They both put on a smile immediately for the youngest of the pack. The last thing they’d both want to do is cause worry in the newest member of their pack. 

Jungkook slides the door open just a crack, “Are you guys coming to bed, soon? Taehyung is asking for you both.”

“Just give us a few minutes, bun.” Namjoon answers with a nod. He waits for the youngest to close the door and walk towards their shared room before turning back to Seokjin. 

“Let him have this. Give him some time- just as everyone else got without a second thought- and then we can figure it out. He let everyone introduce another person without any qualms- he adapted. You guys can as well.” His voice is lower and less assertive than before, now he’s just lining his words with hope. “He wants her to open up to him- he invited her to his studio because she told me she wants to learn about art. She’s wanting hobbies and she wants to work and try new things-”

“I’m not a bad person because I’m worried. And I’m not gonna suggest he never see her again. He can do what he wants- obviously. But you are not as transparent as you think you’re being. There’s something you’re not telling me- and I won’t care because I trust you with everything I am. But, please don’t hurt our pack because you're holding something back from us.” Seokjin begs with authority. 

“I would never do that.” 

“Never do it then.” Seokjin leaves without another word, sliding the door closed behind him. Namjoon waits a reasonable amount of time before heading up and into the bathroom to finish getting ready for bed

-

Thursday mornings mean the chance to sleep in a little longer with Yoongi. The rare cuddle sessions are nice when Namjoon enjoys being in the middle of their bed while Yoongi likes the outer areas in his panther form. Human Yoongi is more cuddly than his panther counterpart. Namjoon loves it. And he definitely needs it at the moment.

Namjoon waits for the others to slip out of bed and get ready for work and their day one by one- leaving him and the black panther snuggled into the blankets. Yoongi lifts his head to look around when he feels Namjoon’s stare. The cat stretches out, a deep noise rolling in his chest. 

The panther makes his way under the covers, following his daily routine, shifting under the covers to keep warm and quickly move up into Namjoon’s arms. Namjoon immediately settles them into a position they both find the most comfortable. It’s muscle memory to them now, the push and pull of soothing each other during the middle of the week stresses. Yoongi rubs his cheek into the warmth of Namjoon’s chest and gives a couple chirps he needs to get out before pulling his face from the crevice. 

“None of us think you’d hurt us, Namjoon-ah.” Yoongi’s tired voice murmurs up at him. It’s not hard to piece together who he’s talking about. Namjoon stills for a second but releases a sigh and gives the older a quick squeeze. 

“You guys heard it all?” 

“Luckily, Taehyung was already asleep- he was in and out, wanting you guys in the nest- but of course we did.” Namjoon looks over at the still open window they keep open in the warm seasons. 

“I’m sorry, I totally spaced that.”

“It’s not your fault, you have no reason to apologize. If anything, all of them needed to hear it. They were all ‘iffy’ about what Taehyung would want contradicting someone else’s wants.” Yoongi gets comfy again in Namjoon’s neck after the reassuring words. 

“Thank you, Yoongi.” Namjoon presses his lips into the cat’s hair to stay there.

“For what?” 

“Everything, I guess. For letting me know, For enjoying my presence as much as I enjoy yours.” Namjoon lets out a huff of a laugh. 

“Your bite mark is forever near my ass and I suck your dick at least once a week. I’d hope you know by now that I more than enjoy having you around.” Yoongi murmurs into his neck, pulling a rumbling laugh from Namjoon. 

“You like being marked up though- maybe anyone could do that.” Namjoon pulls away from him slightly to pepper kisses into Yoongi’s bare shoulder, trailing to his neck. Yoongi immediately opens up to the other predator, exposing his neck willingly to pull him in more. “See, you’re all ready to be marked up so early in the day.” Namjoon smiles into his kisses, nipping at the sensitive skin near Yoongi’s ear. 

“Only by you. Only marks from you.” Yoongi’s deep mumbles confirm, stretching to give his pack leader the most access to his skin. 

“Let’s mark you up then.”

-

Y/N

After her day yesterday, Y/N declined Maria’s request to go grocery shopping. She isn’t that tired but she wants to rest after the emotional toll it took on her from odd instincts and feelings blooming. 

She hasn’t had the house to herself yet, despite being here for about a month now. Maria hasn’t let her be alone, which is nice, but the quiet residing in the house right now is perfect. It’s what she was used to before the organization found her. It’s bittersweet. 

She still can’t find something interesting to watch- it’s really not her favorite pastime. She beat the game on her phone and doesn’t care to find something similar in her little time she has alone. To be honest, her interest is mainly focused on going outside. Not the backyard, not the surrounding neighborhood. She wants to do something. Namjoon won’t be there for hours, and Taehyung has no way to contact her.

Maybe she should try going on her own. She’s allowed to. The progression of hybrid inclusion in the ‘human’s’ society is in a spot where she can live as any other human. But, that doesn’t mean that all humans will be nice to her and accept her. She also can’t let their opinion of her dictate how she lives and what she does. Maybe she should just-

A knock sounds at the door as she thinks in circles. With the curtains open and the windows behind the tv directly at the front of the house- there’s really no way the person that came up to the door didn’t see her sitting there. She curses at herself for not paying attention while she’s home alone. 

Not tip-toeing, but her light footsteps lead her to the front door with no sound. Lifting the peephole cover with the utmost carefulness, she winks into the little glass hole hoping it’s someone familiar. 

She’s more than surprised to see light brown hair and a matching pair of cheetah ears. It’s like she wished it into existence- someone to do something with. She opens the door quickly, letting the taller cheetah see her in the crack of the door big enough only for her to squeeze through. 

“Hi.” Is all she can think of to say at first. 

“Hi.” He mimics. 

“Why- uh, what are you doing here?” 

“Sorry for coming unannounced, I would’ve asked if I had your number but- I was wondering if you wanted to do something. Outside.” Taehyung’s mannerisms are a little nervous looking, but he always sounds so confident when he speaks. 

“Actually, I would. Let me tell Maria first, just in case-” She pulls her phone from sweatpants pocket, “oh, you can come in, sorry.” She gives a nervous laugh but Taehyung just enters with a soft smile. 

With a quick call, Y/N finds out Maria doesn’t mind at all and that she just needs to make sure to take the spare key and lock all the doors before leaving. 

“Ok, I’m good to go then- what did you have in mind?” She asks, making sure to pocket the key and her phone. 

“I haven’t had breakfast yet, so we can do that if you’d like, then maybe shopping?”

“Shopping? Taehyung, I don’t have any money at the moment.” She replies with less confidence. She really wishes she had a job by now- especially with all the things she’d like to do. But, her doctor is hesitant with her lack of social interaction. 

“I mainly need to buy a few supplies, but I'm not really one that likes to go out alone, and I wanted to spend time with you.” 

“Oh- that sounds perfect then." She gives him a genuine smile. He's reaching out to her with no problem- she'd usually shy away from this, but Namjoon has really helped her open up faster. It also helps that he's so close to Namjoon. With the odd connection they seem to have and the trust building slowly but surely, Y/N doesn't mind agreeing despite her disinterest with going out earlier. 

She double checks the locks, making sure the key is in her pocket more times than necessary. Taehyung leads her towards the driveway- the empty driveway. 

"Um, how'd you get here?"

"Walk." He gestures with his arms like it's obvious. 

"Oh that's- that sounds nice actually." She closes the gap between them to walk directly beside him.

"I don't like public transport and I don't like to always drive. Cars make me anxious. I didn't want you to feel unsafe with me if I wasn't confident." 

Taehyung seems to know exactly where to go, confidently choosing which way to go at the start of their journey.

"Don't worry, I'm not the best with them either. The motion still makes me uncomfortable most times." 

The conversation dies down to a silence she can’t tell is comfortable or not. With Taehyung, she’s not sure yet. He seems so sure of himself, confident in his choices and how when he wants to talk to her, but he’s also quiet and doesn’t seem to have a whole lot to talk about. She wants to talk more, especially if they’re walking around for who-knows-how long. 

“So, what supplies do you need?” She asks as sure as she can. 

“Some stuff for my studio.” He doesn’t explain any further. 

“Oh. Well, what were you thinking for breakfast?” 

“Whatever you want is what I want.” He answers, stopping Y/N in her tracks. 

“You chose to walk blindly without knowing where we’re going?” He stops and turns to her as she stays a few steps behind. 

“It’s okay, we’ll find a way to get there, even if we start in the wrong place.” His statement causes her to physically flinch. He has to still just be talking about the damn walk route- but why does it sound like some revelatory quote. “What do you want to eat?” It takes her a few seconds before she can change the course of her thoughts. 

“I don’t care,” She stops to really think, knowing that she’s hungry and will want a way to distract herself while they hang out, “Meat. Meat sounds good.” 

“I’ll buy you meat.” He turns and walks the way they were initially going. “See, we’re going the right way.” He looks serious, but a twitch in his lips has her stifling a laugh at his demeanor that she still needs to get used to. 

-

It doesn’t take long for Taehyung to lead her to a small diner. Despite the city being so close, he doesn’t lead her to a bustling restaurant with too many scents and too many people. The diner is in the middle of the neighborhoods around the Caddel home, a part of a small ‘downtown’ looking area. 

He opens the door for her, then leads the way again, telling a lady waiting up front ‘two, and a booth if available.’ Y/N blindly follows as the smiling lady leads them to a table far in the back, where dark red, cushioned seats sit on each side of a dark brown table. The delicious smells draw her into the establishment, looking around to find their section was pretty bare, not many people were back here. With how hungry she is, she probably wouldn’t even care at the moment if there were lots of people around them. 

“Would you guys like anything to drink before ordering?” The lady asks after setting two menus down onto the tables in front of them. 

“Water and orange juice, Y/N?”

“Oh, uh…water is fine.” She gives a nervous smile. How is she supposed to tell him she’s never been out to eat like this. She doesn’t know what exactly to ask for.

“Two waters and two orange juices, please.” Taehyung answers before she can leave. 

“Of, course. I’ll be right back with those.” She gives another kind smile before leaving them alone. 

“They hand squeeze the orange juice here, it’s good.” He points out before gesturing to her to look at the menu. 

“Sorry, I’ve- I’ve never been out to eat.” She leans forward and whispers the last part despite not many people being in their section. She’s not ashamed of her lack of experience in otherwise normal scenarios, but there’s something embarrassing about being too anxious to even ask questions and risk messing up. 

Taehyung leans forward to meet her halfway, their distance closer than they’ve ever been. 

“Do you want me to order for you?” 

She nods her head quickly in reply. 

“Please.” 

“Here you guys are.” The two separate quickly. The lady gives her a smile she can’t place when she sets the two separate drinks in front of Y/N- not giving Taehyung the same look. “Are you ready to order, or do you need more time?” 

“We’re good.” Taehyung starts, waiting for the lady to pull out her pad and pen. “Can we do one american breakfast with extra sausage and a side of bacon, sourdough for the toast, and then the loaded breakfast sandwich with hash browns for the side.”

“Sounds good, anything else?” 

“Do you have fresh syrup today?”

“Yes.”

“A stack of buttermilk pancakes with the strawberry syrup. And that’s it.” 

She watches in awe as he simply answers, asks, and states, knowing exactly how to respond with respect and care. It’s such a simple thing, but she really has no idea how he does it with no effort. She isn’t one that likes to talk to strangers, but she’ll have to get used to it no matter what. If she has new experiences with Taehyung and Namjoon she could get there. 

It doesn’t matter where she started. She’ll get there. 

“Thank you again.” She tells Taehyung once the lady takes the menus and leaves them alone once again. 

“No worries.” He gives her a kind smile that she can’t seem to get enough of. He isn’t one to allow his facial expression to show much, so the times he does are so nice. “We come here a lot as a pack, so I know what’s good.” 

She grows uncomfortable under the mention of their pack. She doesn’t want him to get the wrong idea, so she gives him a matching smile and nod in understanding. 

She distracts herself with the orange juice she has yet to touch. The straw that was left behind grabs her attention, opening the paper haphazardly and taking a sip of the bright liquid. It’s perfect. The taste is fresh and sweet with the perfect ripeness of the oranges. She looks up to Taehyung with large eyes, he only gives her a knowing smile in response. She drinks the liquid down fast even if she doesn’t want to. It’s just too good. 

“Could I ask you something?” He suddenly asks. 

“Sure.” She swallows the last of the juice and answers. 

“Have you ever shifted?” Despite her comfort with him, her tail still wraps around her waist where she always keeps it. 

“No.” She shakes her head and looks down to play with the pulp at the bottom of her cup. 

“Would you…want to?” He asks again. 

“Of course I do.” She answers honestly, still keeping her gaze from his. “But, I don’t know the first thing about that part of me.”

“I want to be someone that can help you.” He says with no hesitation. “I want to be here for you when you don’t know what to do, or what to think about how you feel. It all can be confusing and intimate- but I know I can be there for you if you let me.” 

He’s upfront about what he wants, taking her aback with how earnest he sounds. This is probably the most he’s said at once and it all sounds too good to be true. 

“I don’t want to rely on you all the time, Taehyung. That’s exhausting for you.”

“You can. I want you to.” Y/N wants to decline as nicely as possible, her eyebrows scrunched together and worry in her expression. She can’t ask that of him even if she wants it- wants to become closer to him. In her silence he tries again, “You don’t have to let me know now, but- did you feel it? When we first met.”

She immediately looks up at him to gauge his reaction to the feeling that she now knows he felt as well. All he shows her is hopeful yearning when he waits for a reply. 

“Yes.” She answers.

“It’s from our cheetahs, it’s the special connection we can have as hybrids. It could be many things, but as long as we feel it we know that we will care for each other. We’ll want to be there and have some type of relationship. I want to help you, because of the connection, because we’re similar, and because I don’t want to lose the chance to have you close.” 

She watches him as he speaks. His ears bend down into his hair to barely be seen. His eyes are downcast below pinched eyebrows. If Y/N could guess, they probably look very similar at the moment. Especially when he’s taking the time to search her face as well. Her heart squeezes at her want to please him and to have another opportunity to do something for herself. 

“Okay.” As she answers, the lady comes up with a large tray of fresh smelling food. Setting the plates down wherever Taehyung points and makes room for. Y/N is stuck watching him. His confidence shows in every movement he makes- just as it shows in Namjoon. Some mannerisms are shared between them, some of them are new and fascinating to navigate. Both of them are too kind, though. They share that trait of being considerate and genuine. She’s still not used to that either.

“First, it’s an instinct to make sure you eat well. When I give you something, it’s yours. Not Namjoon’s.” He gives her a pointed look that makes her shrink a little at the memory, a sheepish smile showing itself to him. He gives her a cheeky smile back as he maneuvers items onto each of their own plates. Half of the sandwich and all the meat from the other plate he ordered are set onto her plate, while he’s left with the other half with eggs and hashbrowns that he also seems to be splitting to share with her. 

“I’m not going to be able to eat all of that.”

“As long as you don’t share it with anyone. I just want to make sure you eat enough, and that you’re healthy.” 

The comment is light and common, but she shrinks a little more at the implications of it. She’s skinnier than she should be. She has been gaining weight well, as the doctor’s orders. But she hasn’t been eating enough to make it very noticeable. 

“I’m trying to look better.” She quiets down, not wanting to share her insecurity but she knows he’s right. She looks up to find him staring at her as he finishes splitting the food. 

“Y/N, I don’t mean how you look. You’re beautiful- I’d think so no matter what. Making sure you’re fed is an animal instinct. The same way you wanted Namjoon to eat when he was with us. It shows we care about the other. It showed me that you care about Namjoon.” He pushes her plate towards her as she sits stunned at the explanation and the compliment. 

“Our instincts are entirely primal, they aren’t embarrassing or shameful. If you’re uncomfortable being fed and taken care of just tell me, but- usually, we all really like it.” Taehyung finishes by switching full orange juice with her empty one. 

The truth is, she doesn’t just like being taken care of. She’d do anything to make sure Taehyung and Namjoon stay in her life so they can all care for each other. She wants to repay them. To show how much she truly cares as well. 

“Try it.” Taehyung urges as she stares at him with an expression she can’t figure out anymore. 

She finally looks down at her finished plate, the smells just under her nose are now potent and too good to resist. She goes for the yummy-looking sausage first, pushing her fork into it and lifting it up to her lips. The first bite is juicy and soft, the flavor bursting out. 

“Mmm, Maria never cooked something like this. She follows a diet the doctor recommended. Sausage is definitely not on it.” She babbles after experiencing the first bite. She takes a few more greedy bites of the sausage, then moves to the sandwich, ditching the fork to use her hands.

“Ooh my god. I’ll only eat with you from now on if it’s all this good.” 

He doesn’t reply, only watches and eats his own food with a smile. 

#bts au #bts fic #namjoon au #bts hybrid au #bts hybrid fic #bts hybrid x reader #bts x fem!reader #bts x y/n #bts x reader #bts x you #namjoon x reader

[di-writes-stuff]

Cowboy Like Me

Arthur Morgan x fem!Reader

Chapter 2

TW: Mentions of alcohol? Literally nothing, which is weird for me.

It’s of no shock that Valentine isn’t exactly a land of dazzling opportunity. It seems Mr. Mallory was about the only person worth robbing in the whole damned county, and of course that chance slipped right through Arthur’s fingers.

All thanks to you.

You wouldn’t exactly say you felt guilty. That’s not the right word. Empathy is better suited, although you’ve never been one to let a good job slide right past you. Nevertheless, there was something more driving your decision to send that letter.

You would never admit it, not openly. But something about him…you wanted to see him again. Maybe it was his looks, maybe the fact that for once, a man might understand you.

Or maybe it was how sweet he was that first day, coupled with the danger that comes with a man like him. The thrill of knowing damn well you’ve seen that face before, and only later realizing where. In the middle of a bounty poster with a reward of more money than you’ve ever even gotten close to.

Five thousand dollars on his head alone. You’d be a damned liar if you said that didn’t make him more enticing. And so, after you heard about a goldmine in the midst of the barrenness that surrounds Valentine, writing to a certain Arthur Morgan didn’t seem like such a bad idea.

After all, everybody deserves a second chance.

……………………………………………………………………………………..

Outlaws don’t typically get mail from random women, so when Miss Grimshaw let Arthur know there was a letter from a lady sitting on his cot, confusion was the first thing that sprung to mind. After he saw your name on the envelope, then came the recognition.

A poster pinned up outside the sheriff's office a couple towns back. He could have gone for your bounty, it was decent enough, but something in him told him to go with the man next to who he now knows to be you.

He’s never felt better about that decision than now as he reads your swirling handwriting.

Dear Arthur,

You don’t know me very well, and I’m not quite sure I know you at all. But, I figured if the price on your head is of any indication, your skills could be useful to me, and mine to you. See, there’s a train running through these parts this Saturday, full of all kinds of rich folk with plenty to go around. If you’re as interested in this prospect as I believe you will be, meet me on Friday morning at the Valentine saloon. I’m sure we can think of some kind of plan together.

Besides, I’m afraid I’ve been in your debt since poor old Mr. Mallory “misplaced” some valuables. I figured it was high time I repaid you for that little incident.

- Y/N

He sits on his cot like a fool for a few moments, a boyish grin on his face before the realization hits him. It’s Friday, and it’s already well past sunrise.

……………………………………………………………………………………..

For a moment you started to believe he wasn’t coming, imagined images of him throwing away your letter in confusion filling you with humiliation.

That is until the man himself walked through the doors of the saloon, although if his appearance had anything to do with it, you’d say he rushed. His hair is a little messy as he removes his black leather hat, and you can’t help but notice that the top few buttons of his shirt are undone, hair peeking out of the loose collar of his shirt.

His steps come down heavy on the creaky wooden panels of flooring as he makes his way over to you, willing his heart rate down to normal as he does.

You, on the other hand, look like a perfect picture of a civilized lady. The vest you bought with the money from oh so generous Mr. Mallory fits snugly around your waist. Enough to be attractive, but not too enticing, that wouldn’t be very lady-like, of course. Your skirt hangs off the edges of your stool, covering any bit of skin that would leave the rather judgmental citizens of Valentine scoffing and tugging their daughters away from such a bad influence.

In short, you look innocent, something you’ve mastered after years of being the exact opposite.

You also look beautiful, something Arthur notices very clearly as his eyes sweep over your waiting figure. The saloon had few windows, flickering candlelight creating shadows that seemed to dance along your face. You can’t help the smirk that creeps onto your face at the relief on his upon finding you awaiting him.

He walks over slowly enough, not too eager, although the way his fingers rap along the leather brim of his hat tell you otherwise, the the dull tapping the only sound made between the two of you as he sits on the stool beside you.

You break the silence, seeing as you’re the one who invited him here. “You came.” Is the only sentence you utter, his presence in front of you a little nerve inducing, if you’re being honest. You keep your voice at a low murmur, watching as he leans in ever closer to hear you better.

He nods slowly, and you watch his lips move as his gruff voice sounds. “I’ve learned enough not to keep a lady waiting.” The smile on your face only grows at his words as you examine every detail of him that your previous meetings were too short to notice.

His honey-colored hair is choppy, only a few tufts growing long enough to brush along his forehead. Tanned skin shows little crows feet by the corners of his eyes, ones that you assume are from years of squinting against the desert sun rather than laughter. His eyes are just as entrancing as the day you met, swirling shades of blue and green trapping you like a moth to flames. Stubble adorns the lower half of his face, the only spot untouched a little scar on his chin.

The most noticeable thing is that Arthur Morgan is handsome, distractingly so. The sleeves of his faded blue shirt are rolled up to reveal the strong build he has underneath, a sheen of sweat across his forearms.

Your eyes snap back up to his face to find a rather cocky smirk waiting for you, a clear sign that your admiration hadn’t gone unnoticed. You don’t mind too much, seeing as his didn’t either. After the pregnant pause you find your voice again, enough to respond to his little quip. “Good choice, Mr. Morgan.” You watch as shock flits across his gaze for a moment at your knowledge of his full name.

It’s a small victory, but impressing him once again fills you with a bit of pride. “Now, about that train.” You begin carefully, not wanting to abandon the small talk too forwardly.

After all, men can have such fragile little egos.

Although, it seems Arthur had been waiting for you to bring it up, his eyes lighting up at the thought of a good job. He nods, waiting for finer details than what he found in your letter.

It seems as if the train is on a scenic trip through the countryside. Giving all the stuck up rich folk from the big city what they think is a taste of western life. All from the from the safety of a train, of course. After all, what would they do if mud disgraced the bottoms of their fine, imported shoes? It couldn’t be further than the reality of living out here, but you imagine they don’t care to know what it’s really like. They never do, it’s all about if something looks nice.

For a moment you find yourself thinking they’d like the sight in front of you then, too. He’s certainly easy on the eyes, but you try not to linger on that thought too long.

You receive only nods and the occasional “mhm” as he listens, sipping a beer as he does. Once you’ve finished explaining he looks confused for a moment, and you wonder if getting him involved with this was a mistake. The question that leaves his mouth next certainly isn’t what you expected. “I’ve seen you work. You’re good, so why do you think ya need me on this?” He asks, his southern drawl hushed to avoid any gaining any listeners.

You can’t help but blush as little as you look down, a lock of hair falling in front of your face. The truth is, you don’t need him. You could do this job yourself and be out in no time. Sure, two people might get it done faster, but working with an outlaw as known as Arthur comes with it’s own slew of risks.

The truth is, you wanted to see him again. For some foolish, girlish reason, you did. Enough that the payout wasn’t the first thing you thought of upon hearing about this job.

It was him.

You clear your throat a bit, resisting the urge to look away again when you see a certain glint in his eyes. You’ve seen it before, on different men, on different days. The only difference is they were all, well, them.

Dull, cookie cutter versions of the same man over and over. No cracks in the surface, nothing to strike your interest. So dreadfully un-ordinary that they could all be clumped into the same category of men trying to be what they assumed you would be attracted to.

Perfect.

It’s not as if you know Arthur well. Some would argue you don’t know him at all. Maybe it’s foolish of you to think he’s different simply because he’s not so eager to take a step into the new world. Void of outlaws and freedom, of wild land untouched by gluttonous men who believe that it’s something to be owned, dominated.

Void of people like you and him, living with the land rather than atop it. Maybe it’s because in him, you see that fire that everybody seems to be trying so hard to extinguish.

And so, you answer honestly, because lying to him is something you’re not sure you want to do. “I don’t need you, Arthur. As shocking as this might seem, I’ve found I rather like your company.” The smile on his face is mirrored on yours quickly, brightened cerulean eyes watching you over the rim of a beer bottle.

He’s a smart man, so your answer didn’t exactly come as a shock. Still, hearing it brought a certain flush to his face he hasn’t felt in years. The sound of your voice is still just as sweet as it was the very first day when you speak again.

“So, are you in?” He smirks, a devilish kind of excitement on his face.

You know you shouldn’t, he’s trouble. It’s as clear as day. But that look sends your stomach fluttering like a teenage girl.

“Course’, miss.”

It’s a bad idea to involved with the likes of him, but you can’t seem to find your reason as a smirk grows on your face.

“I’ll see you tomorrow night. Meet me at the train station.” As you stand to leave, you can feel his eyes follow you to the door, just like the last time you met, and just like the time before that.

You can’t help but throw one last glance over your shoulder at the figure watching you, smirking as he brings the bottle up to his lips.

“Goodbye, Arthur.”

A/N: JENDHWJSGDHWGDHEBHEHD

(i love him sm)

- di <3

#fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic writer #fanfiction writer #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x you #arthur morgan x y/n #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption #rdr2 #rdr2 fanfic #arthur morgan rdr2 #rdr1 #rdr2 fandom #rdr2 arthur

[shi-daisy]

Unlikely Alliance

So I was only planing to make stuff for Day 1 and Day 7 of Eris Week but this idea popped into my head and my dear friend @praetorqueenreyna once told me she liked this ship, so I figured why not? This one for you girlie! We get the heir of Autumn with my precious Spring baby because honselt they both deserved better. Hope you all enjoy!

@erisweek2023

Eris Week 2023- Day 3: Secrets

Unlikely Alliance

The manor was nothing but a collection of vines, broken glass, rubble and wilted flowers. Eris hadn't cared much for the state of things, thinking Tamlin would eventually bounce back from this. He'd been wrong, for the High Lord was lying on the floor in beast form when Eris found him.

He didn't rise when the Autumn prince found him, rather he gazed at him with dulled emerald eyes. "Here to cut off my head?"

"No, Tamlin."

"Pity. I thought Rhysand sent you to finish me off."

"Rhysand's not one to let others do what he himself wishes to accomplish. Besides I have more reasons to keep you around than as a throphy."

"Pray tell, this should be interesting."

He noticed the blonde was slimmer than the last time he saw him when he had a meeting here with the inner circle. 'We shouldn't have frightened him like that.' He regretted.

"I have an alliance proposal. You and I joined as High Lords of the combined Spring and Autumn. "

Tamlin looked at him as if he'd grown another head."...Did you by any chance find Ciaran's secret weed stash, because if so let me know. He wanted me to burn it after he died."

"No Tamlin, I'm not high on your brother's weed. I've given this a lot of thought actually. It would be beneficial for us both.

You know that while Tarquin and his people haven't given any thought to take this land from you, my father is very adamant in getting Spring by force. I'm trying to save you from the edge of his sword."

"Let him. I have nothing left to live for."

"What about Lucien? Do you think he wants to see you dead?! Or Feyre, she'd be heartbroken to hear you passed!"

Tamlin let out a venomous sarcastic laugh that made him wince. "Feyre is the one that plunged this court to ruin for Hybern to destroy! She does not care of my demise! Oh, and your dear baby brother comes every so often to see me, and we talk. Last thing I've heard, he's happily coupled with the human queen and general. I know that in time his visits will cease. I have no one left!"

So he was right. Tamlin still loved those two even if they'd left him behind. He could understand, as there was a lady that refused him and he still sometimes pined for, even if she'd soon be wedded in the Court that he was trying to topple.

"Yet I'm still here. I am offering you a chance to rebuild, to forget, to maybe even reconnect with those you miss."

"Why?! Eris you and I were never close. For years I was only your younger brother's lov- friend!"

"Aye, and I thought that was the only connection we'd share. But as time goes on and everything we knew keeps crashing down, I've kept on thinking that perhaps we should reevaluate our bonds. And yours ws the first to come to mind.

I know how much you loved this court Tamlin. You gave your all for it even if what you truly wanted was to play music and travel. Let me help you heal it, as we bring our enemies down."

"Our enemies? Aren't you Rhysand's ally?"

"That is all talk." He showed Tamlin a Sapphire pendant that glowed in the light. "My true allies are the ones rebelling against Rhysand's rule. His court is preparing to bring him down. I'm just one of their many spies."

Tamlin looked surprised yet impressed. "If we marry, you know well...where my heart lies."

"You know where mine lies too."

Tamlin nodded. He knew that like him, Eris had fallen for one of the Acheron sisters and lost her to an Illiryan.

"Maybe in time that can be healed too. But for now all I want is for the court to be healed, with or without me. I'll accept your proposal."

Eris smiled. He took out the ring he'd brought to make things official. The bronze and ruby piece had been crafted to magically fit the wearer.

Tamlin smiled slightly, he seemed to like it.

"Now, Tamlin Vanserra, will you allow me to get you home?"

"You're still as cheeky as always, but yes."

***

As expected Beron had everything prepared in a mere afternoon, and surprisingly he had followed the instructions Eris suggested. Having all the dishes, flowers and decorations for the banquet be tailored to Tamlin's tastes.

The blonde was being gushed over by Imogen, who made sure he ate enough, and kept him from being overwhelmed.

Thankfully official speeches and matters of the sort were brief, and they could spend the rest of time dancing and enjoying the party. Surprisingly, Tamlin's mood did improve during those few hours.

Once the party ended he was about to pick up his drunken younger siblings, when Nemesis stopped him.

"I'll take care of the hungover babies. Go and rest with your fiance."

"Feeling extra nice or are you not sober?

"Fool, I have enough hallucinations as it is, I'm not making it worse with alcohol. Now scram."

He wouldn't argue with that. Tamlin was still withdrawn despite his better mood, Eris didn't blame him, being back here in Autumn might've brought back memories. So he took the chance to try and cheer up the High Lord of Spring.

Their new room was not as extravagant as the party, but it had a mix of dark greens and reds that was pleasing to the eyes. He'd made sure to furnish it with a writing desk and new instruments for Tamlin. The gesture didn't go unnoticed.

"You remembered my violin and fiddle. Even got a guitar as well."

"Having you play during the Spring Court events was always a highlight. Those who came from Spring said they missed it and I have to agree."

Tamlin chuckled. "You keep secrets well, Eris. This plan and the fact that there's so much about me that you knew and did not show, makes me wonder how many things you have up your sleeve."

He pulled Tamlin close by the waist, relishing in his flustered expression. "You'll come to see it all soon enough, dear future husband. This may all be a part of my plan, but I do intended to get close to you for real Tamlin. Let you see what's under the mask, if you wish to. Just trust that I am not keeping any dangerous secrets from you."

Tamlin's gaze was hopeful, it took little to earn his trust nowadays, even if hardship should've had the opposite effect. "I'll trust you, if you agree to let me keep some small secrets of my own."

"Absolutely."

He pulled out a small Hyacinth flower from his pocket, handing it to Tamlin. The bloom was blue and glowing. Eris had studied flower language before picking the flower.

"A show of caring? You're being very sweet tonight." Tamlin told him.

"Have to spoil my husband to be."

"I'll be sure to return the favor soon."

It didn't take long for them to grow tired, having danced to nearly all of the songs without pause. Eris didn't think he'd feel guilty holding Tamlin's sleeping form. He was no longer the muscular imposing man he'd met years ago. Rather he felt very thin and fragile.

'How did we all leave him to waste away alone?' He pondered. Shaking the thought away he made sure the thick fluffy blankets covered them both well, before snuffing out the candles in the room with a snap of his fingers.

Tamlin was right, he had many secrets. His plans to topple Rhysand, to take down Beron, and to help properly heal Spring were some of his most ambitious and well kept secrets. But there was one he wouldn't voice to anyone, at least not until he was certain he could reveal it without consequences.

He'd kept a torch for young High Lord for centuries, and now that he had him, Eris wouldn't be letting him go anytime soon.

#eris week 2023 #eris vanserra #tamlin #tamris #implied tamcien #implied feylin #implied neris #beron vanserra #imogen vanserra #day 3: secrets

[sometimes-men-need-help-too]

Billie Eilish's latest comments about body-shaming haven't gone down well, especially after a 2019 interview resurfaced

Billie Eilish has received backlash for suggesting men don't get criticized for their appearances. Many commenters called her out for overlooking male body-shaming.

The 21-year-old singer was interviewed as part of Variety's "Power of Women" issue. Eilish reflected on the media attention and scrutiny she received after wearing a tank top in public aged 16, and went on to describe how she felt men were viewed in contrast.

"Nobody ever says a thing about men's bodies," Eilish told Variety. "If you're muscular, cool. If you're not, cool. If you're rail thin, cool. If you have a dad bod, cool. If you're pudgy, love it! Everybody's happy with it. You know why? Because girls are nice. They don't give a fuck because we see people for who they are!"

On November 13, entertainment news account Pop Base shared Eilish's remarks in a post to X, formerly Twitter, which received 36 million views and over 9,100 comments. While some people came out in support of the singer and seemed to agree with her stance, many hit back at her comments.

One user called Eilish's comments "a little tone deaf" as they felt both men and women could be judged, while others commented that women were more likely to receive criticism, but it was still false to suggest that men didn't receive any.

Some pointed to the physical traits they felt men were particularly judged on, including their height, body shape, and general appearance, although also expressed the view that scrutiny of female bodies is typically more intense and widespread.

Multiple X users referenced a community note they said had been added to Pop Base's post, although no such note is currently visible. Community notes are an X feature that allows users to add context to a post which will be shown publicly if enough contributors rate it as helpful.

Various users shared screenshots of what appears to be a community note on the post saying, "Billie Eilish has publicly criticized women dating 'ugly men' and has said that ugly men deserve nothing on recorded promotional interviews," followed by a YouTube link.

This is likely a reference to a 2019 interview with Eilish available on Pitchfork's YouTube channel.

"Why is every pretty girl with a horrible-looking man, I don't understand," she said during the interview.

"Listen, I'm not shaming people for their looks, but I am though. You give an ugly guy a chance, he thinks he rules the world," she said. "I swear to god, because they got a hot girl, they can be horrible? Like, you're still ugly though."

She went on to reference the size of men's genitals, suggesting it's something they would have to "make up for."

Many comments under the video posted over the four years it's been uploaded called Eilish out for negatively commenting on other people's looks, especially as she has been so public about those who criticized her appearance.

On X, many also mentioned the long history of objectification of Eilish, going back to her teenage years, suggesting her perception is understandable as a result.

Eilish has encouraged people to normalize "real bodies" in the past. She spoke out on this topic earlier this year and said it still hurt to see comments about her own body online, Insider previously reported.

Representatives for Billie Eilish did not immediately respond to Insider's request for comment.

First of all, it's blatantly untrue to think that men never receive criticism about their bodies. In a previous post of mine, I mentioned how some people reacted to seeing a picture of Jonathan Taylor Thomas for the first time in 2 years. Some people were of the opinion that he really let himself go.

There was an article about Keanu Reeves, I believe earlier this year. He was shown to be topless and people thought he was chubby.

I could go on.

If she truly thinks a man's body is just loved and accepted without a second thought, she is mistaken. Whether he's famous or he's not, somebody will have something to say. Maybe some people have never dealt with it, but that can't be said for men as a whole.

And then for her to say that girls won't care is wrong too. I'd bet anyone that's been body shamed by a girl would disagree.

#mens rights #body insecurities #body shaming