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[oval3000]

Chapter 5

Yandere Psych Patient König x Nurse Reader

Warning: Possesive, Obsession, Death, Gore, Blood, Smut, Toxic behavior, age gap.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

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"Seriously, I'm talking to you and you're dismissing me!" Dr. Smith followed Mr. Miller trying to get off the elevator.

He turned around clenching his fist. His stared at her with pure hatred, "shut. Up. You are a psychiatrist! Do your dam fucking job and leave me out of it. The only way you get to talk to me is if it's work related not to fulfill your pathetic needs. If you're so desperate for sex? Get a dam husband!"

He left the elevator, leaving her shocked. He walked towards the nurse's station and saw you doing your work on the computer. He hasn't spoken to you after his attempt and neither have you. You avoided him like like the plague. After the comfort König gave you, you apologized for how inappropriate it was for a worker to get her personal feelings get in the way of work. He spoke to you with his thick accent, telling you that you're more than just his nurse. It really took you back at how wrong it was for you to have this sort of connection towards a patient. You had to keep your distance, even König made it a bit hard for you.

He's been more comfortable giving you physical touch by touching your cheek with his finger or tracing your hand with his. Even so, he's noticed the distance you made with him. He didn't enjoy it.

Everything has been complicated for you. Your co-wrokers wanted to know why Mr. Miller called you in his office. They were too curious about it and kept nagging you for an answer, but you told them that nothing happened. You wanted to march out those doors and never come back, but it means giving up your lifestyle you have sacrificed to live.

The heels of Dr. Smith came near you and the scent of her strong perfume lingered around you. "Check König's vitals."

"I already did." You pointed to the computer screen of König's last vital check.

She crossed her arms, rolling her eyes, her eyebrows form a sharp arch as her wrinkles showed more perfoundly, "and I'm asking you to do it again." You looked at back the computer, not staring at the screen perse, but just nothing. "Is there a problem (y/n)?"

"No." You got your supplies ready and went into König's room.

He was surprised you came in three times already and dinner time hasn't even passed. However, you're lonely visit was interrupted when Mr. Miller entered the room. He shut the door, which alarmed you. No, he wouldn't, he couldn't possibly, not infront of König, you thought.

"I think we need to talk." He said, watching you prepare to check König. You haven't made eye contact with anyone yet. "About what happened the other day." König tilted his head, listening to the conversation. His fingers tingled a bit, feeling a bit of a twitch. Mr. Miller reached to touch the side of your arm only for you to quickly yank yourself away. " I didn't mean to do those things to you. I was just stress with everything that is going on. Look, your wonderful and beautiful." His placed his hand on your back reaching," why don't I take you out for dinner, my treat," down to your ass. You felt as he gave it a squeeze, which made you jump causing you to bump into the cart. This caused König to stand up.

Was he foolish, stupid. König couldn't believe it. He swooped in and stood between you and Mr. Miller. He stood tall and broad in front of him, making him look like a child wearing a suit. "Wh-what are you doing, König. Get back on your bed." He pointed his finger on his chest, shaky, but trying to keep his confidence. "Listen to me now! Go back to your bed...you fucking looser," he whispered.

"Looser! Looser!"

Without a single thought, a single hesitation. He grasp his finger and with a quick, smooth, swift, König move it to the side. Mr. Miller let out a shriek of pain as he felt the bone of his finger breaking in half. He saw the blood coming out as the bone sticked out. "AAAHH! SHIT!"

He moved his hand with the compound fracture close to him, blood driping down to the floor, covering the white tiles with red liquid.

You covered your ears with the loud scream he made. "HELP ME (Y/N)!" He screamed at you. You were facing König's back. You were afraid. Afraid of everything.

He is going to hurt you too? Is he going to turn around and break your neck? You thought.

"FUCK!" Mr. Miller took another look at his finger and saw the bone clear as day. You peaked through and saw. You walked in front of König and saw the fracture. You were about to grab Mr. Millers hand with the wound, until you felt big, strong, hands on your arm, yanking you away from Mr. Miller. It made you collaps onto König's torso.

You heard multiple people trying to open the door. People screaming at others to get the extra key.

You felt König's breath near your neck. He lowered his head to get close to you. You felt his lips near your ear, "Is he the one, schatz?" Not breaking eye contact with Mr. Miller.

The one. The one that almost raped you in his office. You didn't say anything, you just shook your head to give him an answer.

The door eventually flew open as guards rushed in to assist the situation. They looked at Mr. Miller and saw his despair of his broken finger. Jacob and the fellow nurse rushed to help him, wrapping gauze around to help stop the bleeding while they called 911. Dr. Smith made her way and saw the scene. She was left in shock. Her jaw dropping to the floor. Her eyes widen so big it looked like her eyeballs were going to pop off her eye socket. She followed the blood trails and saw you in Königs brace.

The guards telling König to let you go. Were you his next victim? you thought. Was he going to kill you? Everything was killing you on the inside.

König released the grip he had on your arm. You walked away from him and went towards the guards.

"Sedate him." Dr. Smith demanded one of the nurses. You didn't stand up. You didn't interfere. You watched as they stuck a needle into Königs arm.

He flopped onto his bed unconscious. Everyone left the room including you. They took Mr. Miller to the hospital as the rest of the staff made in the report. Dr. Smith wasn't happy. Not one bit.

She was furious. She stared you and thought about how stupid you look. Just standing there, in shock..maybe. You didn't mutter a word. Your workers tried to question you, what happened? But you didn't give them an answer.

"(Y/n). (Y/n)!" Dr. Smith yelled out. It finally got your attention. Everything went back into sync. The blurred vision finally cleared and the echoing finally stopped. "You need to come with me for the report. Now!"

You followed her into the elevator. Her feisty walked made her heels clink harder on the floor.

As soon as the elevator doors closed, you felt the palm of her hand smacking up against your left cheek. "You stupid bitch!" Your head turned to the side, holding your irritation it developed.

"You bitch! Instead of studying, you're becoming a whore!" The mother smacked the girls cheek, making the girl cry in pain.

"Mom!? Why would you hit me!?" She cried out.

"For being a slut! Just like that cunt that stole your father!" She yelled back at her.

"We were only studying. I was just tutoring him. We did nothing wrong!" The girl tried to reason with her mother, who was in distress with what she thought she caught her daughter trying to seduce one of her fellow classmates, but the truth is she was just tutoring him.

That's all. She was just tutoring the boy who was struggling with math. Until her own mother came in and saw, greeting herself to him, saying goodbye to him. The innocent daughter thinking her mother would be proud of her for helping someone in need. Instead it was all...

"Lies! Don't lie to me (y/n)! I know exactly what you were doing. Seducing that man for your liking." She argued with her 15 year old daughter. "How dare you do this to me. Becoming a prostitute while your own mother is sick!"

"I'm sorry, mom. I wasn't doing anything to him, I swear!" The last plea she gave to her mom before recieving one last slap from her mother.

"You are a nurse and you can't even help someone in need! You let someone like Mr. Miller, who has been nothing but nice to you, get hurt like that!" She yelled at you. Your hand was trying to sooth the irritated left cheek she gave you. "So pathetic! If you think you can get away from this then think again. As soon as he's back, you'll be walking out of here."

She told you to leave. To clock out and take the rest of the day off. She said, she couldn't bare to look at you anymore. Everything you do is a disaster.

"Auughh! What a day!" Jacob groaned, closing the cabinet with the medical supplies.

"I know. Poor (y/n). I feel bad for her. Having to deal with someone like König." She sighed smacking the bottle for it to open.

The other nurse pitched in giving glances to them, "I heard that she gets triple the pay, just to take care of König. That's the reason why we are short staffed and lack of working supplies."

"Are you kidding me! She gets like what? Four patients and gets paid way more then us. Way more then Jacob, who does the heavy lifting. " The nurse, Mia, the one who banged the bottle to open, said.

"Don't feel bad for her anymore, Mia?" Jacob said, standing next to Mia.

"I did, but it's hard to feel bad for someone who does less work and gets paid more then us even though we all have the same title." She scuffed "We all went to nursing school to get our degrees only for us to get bitch slapped. I guess I feel bad, I mean, almost getting killed isn't worth anything."

"I heard that she fucks König and the administrator." The nurse, Wendy, said crossing her arms.

Mia let out a laugh of denial, "No! How!?"

"I mean she's always defending König and the way he held her earlier. They definitely fuck. Plus everytime, she leaves his room, she's happy. You don't walk out of a lunatics room unless he shoved his cock inside your pussy." Wendy leaned in closer to Jacob and Mia, "and i heard from Mr. Miller's secretary that she heard Mr. Miller talking about how good (y/n)s pussy looks like. And that she saw (y/n) walking out of his office with her clothes looking a little shriveled."

"Oh my gosh! Is that why she didn't want to tell us why she was called to his office?" Mia exclaimed with joy, like she was on celebrities gossip. "I mean it makes sense that König broke his finger. Two lovers fighting for the same vigina."

"Are you guys finish gossiping" Dr. Smith said towards the three nurses all huddled up together.

"Sorry." They said in a union.

Dr. Smith smacked the file of paperwork into the small desk. She wasn't deaf, she heard what they were gossiping about.

Mr. Miller and (Y/n). Dr. Smith didn't love it. She stared down at her wedding ring finger.

"You're leaving me!?"

"Sarah, I can't do this. Not with you!" The men screamed at her as he packed his suitcase.

"You're leaving me for that slutty waitress!" She screamed at her husband, yanking out his clothes from the dresser.

"Don't call her a slut! The only slut is you!" He words tamed with anger, burning her heart like acid.

"How many times do I have to apologize!? Me and Ben, it was only a one time thing." She plead trying to get her husband's affection. "I thought we pushed back this."

"No! You pushed it back! You wanted to pretend like nothing happened after you slept with another men! With! Your! Colleague! In! Our! Bed! Sarah!" He pulled his arm away from his soon to be ex- wife from her touch.

"And what! You don't think it hurts me too, to see you with another women. What is it!? What does she have that I don't!?" She cried to him. For an answer an answer as to why her husband went out to sleep with a beautiful waitress that attends him with his needs.

"Loyalty! Respect! Careness!" He answered her walking away from their shared bedroom, rolling his suitcase with him.

"Loyalty!? A homewrecker doesn't have any loyalty!" She chased after him.

He turned to her, hovering over her, "And you do!? She's not a homewrecker. The only homewrecker here is you when you slept with that Miller. You ruined this marriage, not her. You ruined this for us, not her. So go cry to Ben, because I don't care. Goodbye Sarah, have a nice fucking life."

Sarah saw as her husband left her. She reached to her phone. "Ben. Ben is me. He left me, Ben. I'm all alone." She cried to him.

"Dr. Smith."

"So what? You want to fuck her? Is that it. Never head young pussy before?"

"Dr. Smith." She snapped away from her thoughts and looked at Jacob. "König. He's awake."

"Check up on him." She said.

Jacob gave her a nod and walked away.

Jacob entered Königs room alongside a guard. He placed his medication on the table. König stood up. It alarmed them.

All of them.

Dr. Smith couldn't comprehend anything. She was so in her own thoughts, the screams of pain went passed her.

The screams of nurses and guards running. It finally caught her attention. She turned around in her chair and saw Jacob on the floor. His neck slit opened. The blood squirting out of his neck and into the walls and tiles. He tried his hardest to crawl away.

But nothing stopped König. She saw him coming out of his room. The guards ran to him, to hold him down, but all König did was to smash their heads into the wall. Nurses running away from him, but he quickly yanked their hair closer to him. He twisted Mia's neck all the way to the back until her spine cracked open. Wendy tripped on the blood and got her head stomped by his large foot.

Dr. Smith stood up from her chair, seeing the massacre. The screams from guards and nurses ringing in her ears. His eyes landed on her.

She ran. She ran as far as she could. She opened the door for the emergency staircase. She ran while looking back to see if he was still chasing her. Her stupidity of not paying attention caused her heel to miss a step, making her trip down.

Her hands landed on the floor, preventing her face from smashing into the tile floor. She groaned in pain. She looked down and saw her knees, right below her dress skirt, bleeding. She heard the door open and saw König walking down the stairs. She saw the look on his eye.

"Please! Please don't hurt me!" That doesn't stop him from getting close to her. She tried getting up, but her legs felt like they're going to snap. She stumbled down and landed on the floor.

She cried her eyes out. Turning around so her back is faced away from him. " *hic* please! Please don't hurt me! Please!" The Burning tears made it hard for her to see clearly.

König grabbed her neck, lifting her up from the ground. "I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry. I...I'm SO SORRY!"

He grabbed a chunk of her dirty, blonde, hair and with a quick movement, he smashed her head onto the wall...repeatedly. Over and Over.

The blood coming out. The chunk of skull falling to the floor. Her brain matter slushing out.

He threw her dead body to the floor and walked the rest of the stairs down. Finding his old clothing where he first arrived here. His tight compressed black t-shirt, his tan trousers and his black t-shirt- mask, his combat boots.He placed the needle inside his pants and went on to his destination.

Being a computer analyst and specialist really come in handy.

But nothing beats the help of his good ol'pal.

"Hello?"

"Horangi. It's König."

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The night fell. The moon shining through your curtains. You took off your shower robe, put on a bra and a white tank top and some comfy shorts. You fixed your hair and went to the kitchen.

You opened up a tea bag and dumped it into the mug with hot, boiling, water.

Silence filled the room in your apartment. You decided to enjoy this time off. To take advantage of it.

You made your way to the living room and placed the mug onto the glass table, next to the couch. You roamed around to see the remote, but couldn't find it.

The sound a bang coming from your bedroom startled you frozen. You have a view of your room and saw the window, near your bed, open.

Either be stupid like the characters in horror films and check it out, or walk out of this building.

Either way, ignorance is bliss. Pretending that you never heard anything in the first place.

You entered the bedroom, taking precaution, quickly glancing you room and found nothing.

You entered to grab your blanket when out of sudden you felt a hand covering your mouth, preventing you from making any noise. The large hand covering your entire bottom half face. You felt strong wall behind you. "It's okay, die liebe"

He pulled out a needle, the same needle they use to sedate him. He injected it into your arm.

It didn't take long for you to fall unconscious. He lifted you up and carried you, bridal style. He carried you out and placed you in his car. "Don't worry, schatz. Ich bringe dich nach Hause. (I'm taking you home.)" He caressed your cheek, giving you a light kiss on the lips. "unser Zuhause. (Our home.)"

"Mein Liebling."

"Mine."

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[janeyseymour]

Love Thy Neighbor- pt 12

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8. Part 9. Part 10. Part 11.

Summary: What happens after Melissa catches you kissing your ex-husband?

WC: 2.65k

Melissa comes in just as Jared plants his lips on yours. You push him away weakly, your stomach absolutely killing you as you do so.

“What the fuck?” your girlfriend rages. There’s a fire in her eyes that you’ve only seen a few other times, and they’ve never been directed at you. It’s… terrifying to say the least. Jared just looks smug as he looks to her.

“What? Babe, did you not tell Melissa that the two of you were through and we were back together?” he asks, feigning confusion- although it’s very clear to both you and Melissa that he knows exactly what he’s saying and doing.

“Mel, it- it isn’t what it looks like,” you try to tell her, but you know it’s no use. She thinks she knows what she saw.

“Fuck you. Fuck both of you,” she points a finger at the two of you. She turns on her heel and storms out, slamming your front door as she goes. That startles Ellie out of her slumber, and you hear her cries from the living room. Ellie hates loud noises, and she always has- she can’t handle them when she’s just woken up. Across the hall, you can hear Melissa slam her own front door too. Somehow, it shakes your side of the hall again.

“Get the fuck out of my house,” you hiss at your ex-husband as you do your best to rush to your daughter’s side. You collapse on the couch next to her and pull her into your arms as much as you can, peppering kisses to her head in hopes of calming her down.

“Momma! Why did the house shake?!” your little girl whimpers into your chest. “Where’s Mel? I want Mel.”

Jared sets himself down on the couch next to you and has the audacity to try to twist what happened to your daughter. “Melissa isn’t happy that Momma and Daddy are getting back together. I doubt you’ll see much of her again.”

“Jared, I said to get the hell out,” you seethe as you continue to run your fingers through Ellie’s hair. “We are not getting back together, Ellie. And you will continue to see Mel, I promise.” You just hope that you can keep that promise. If you and Melissa are through, you can only hope that the redhead who has wormed her way into your daughter’s heart will continue to be there for Ellie.

“I’m trying to comfort my daughter,” he tells you and continues to gently rub the little girl’s back.

“Jared, if you are not out of this house within the next ten seconds, I swear to God,” you close your eyes and threaten him angrily. 

“What are you going to do, Y/N?” he tells you. “I’m not leaving.”

“Elizabeth, go over to Melissa’s, please,” you say seriously. “She’ll watch you while your father and I talk.”

You’ve never seen your little girl move so fast, and she’s always running around. She sprints out the front door, leaving it open and knocks frantically on your neighbor’s door.

“Mel, please! It’s Ellie!”

The door whips open, and at the tears and the fear in your daughter’s eyes, Melissa scoops up your little girl. She presses a soft kiss to Ellie’s head as your daughter hides her face in the crook of your neighbor’s neck. Melissa glares at you through the opening in your door before turning back into her own living space.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” you shout at Jared. “You cheat on me, you leave our family and our life, and then when I’m finally happy again, you come in and ruin it all!”

“I came back to say I was sorry and that I wanted to get back together!” he yells right back at you.

“And I told you very clearly, that I wanted no parts of that! And then you drag our daughter into it?! Jesus Christ, Jared. If I had known that this was the-” you cut yourself off to gasp in pain at the terrible pain on the right side of your abdomen. “If I had know that this was what our lives would turn out to be…”

“Don’t you dare fucking say that,” he hisses at you. “We made Ellie together, and you cannot go and say that you would wish her away.”

“I would never wish my child away- like you did, and for what?! To go sleep with her babysitter!”

“And I realized that I fucked up!”

“No fucking shit!” you scream. “We had the perfect life! The perfect family! And you went and fucked it all up! And now, now that I have the perfect life here with my parents and my little girl and my girlfriend, you find your way back and manage to fuck all of that up too!” That gets the attention of Melissa and Ellie. The redhead hasn’t closed the door to her apartment, and she can hear and see the two of you perfectly from where she holds Ellie close to her on the couch.

“I didn’t fuck anything up! You fucked it all up by moving across the country and being gay!”

“There is absolutely nothing wrong with me loving who I love! What is wrong is that you decided to become a dirty, rotten-” He smacks you clean across the face. You cry out in pain as a hand flies up to your face. But you regain your composure again because the slap across the face pales in comparison to the absolutely searing pain in your stomach. “Get the fuck out of my apartment. And don’t think that I won’t be filing for-”

You get cut off again, but this time it’s by Ellie and Melissa. You hadn’t realized that the redhead had kept her door open and that yours was still ajar. Both of them had just witnessed your ex-husband lay his hands on you.

“Get the fuck away from her,” Melissa seethes. “Get the fuck away from her, or so help me, God.”

Jared stands from his place. “And what the fuck are you gonna do about it?”

“Ellie,” you cut in. “Your room, now. Headphones on.”

Your child, for once, doesn’t follow your orders. Instead, she marches herself straight up to your ex-husband. “Don’t hit Momma!”

He, in a fit of rage, raises his hand. Before he can strike her though, Melissa rips him away from the couch. You pull your daughter as close to you as you can, terrified of what might happen. You know Melissa has a temper on her, and you also know that she isn’t one to back down from a bare knuckled fist fight, even against a man as fit as your ex-husband. Luckily, her adrenaline takes over and she’s able to throw him out the door before slamming it shut and locking him out.

She shouts through the door, knowing that he’ll hear her, “I wouldn’t try anything else, asshole!”

He continues to yell and scream about how she has no right to take his child and wife away from him before the redhead reaches for your phone and calls the police.

As Jared continues to shout at you through the door, Melissa turns her attention to you. Your cheek is bright red, and the outline of Jared’s hand is etched into your skin.

“Melissa, I-”

“Don’t,” is all she says before she walks into your kitchen and grabs an ice pack.

“But I-”

“Don’t worry about nothing,” Melissa tells you as she presses it to skin gently. She smirks. “He’s fucked. I got it all on video with my phone set up on the counter in my apartment.”

“Oh my god,” you whisper as you cling to Ellie.

Your little girl is hysterical as she clings to you just as much. “Momma, I didn’t- I didn’t like that. I didn’t- I hated that!”

“I know, I know,” you mumble into her hair. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

Melissa does her best to help soothe your daughter, but nothing really works because watching her father strike her mother and then almost being hit herself has Ellie quite shaken- and with good reason.

Jared is still yelling at all three of you through the door about how this isn’t over- how he’s going to get you and Ellie back. Thankfully, Melissa has the sense to go into Ellie’s room and grab her headphones to help block out the noise. Still, your little girl is more shaken than you’ve seen her before. It feels like forever before the police show up at your door. They cart him away before knocking.

“You’re gonna fucking pay for this!” you hear Jared threaten as they pull him down the hall. You go to stand up to answer it, but your girlfriend gently pushes you back into the cushions with your daughter before going to open it.

“Schemmenti?” the officer asks. “Damn, I should’ve known.”

“I didn’t do nothin’ this time, Jerome,” the redhead smirks before sobering. “I called because that asshole was laying hands on my girlfriend.”

“You two know each other?” you look between the two of them curiously.

“I told you I know guys in almost every department, didn’t I?” Melissa turns to you before inviting the man in blue in. 

The officer take your statement, Melissa’s statement, and Ellie’s statement before they leave with a promise that a restraining order will go through for the three of you against your ex-husband. Ellie shocks everyone in the room by stating that she never wants to see her father again- that she didn’t like the mean side of him and doesn’t want him to hit her.

“I also got in touch with Marco about the child support,” Melissa tells her guy. He nods with a chuckle. The man in blue heads out not much later, leaving you with your girlfriend (you think she’s still your girlfriend) and your daughter.

“Melissa, I-”

“Not right now,” is all she says. “All that matters right now is getting Ellie to calm down, fed, and in bed, and then we can talk, okay?”

You nod. You know she’s right.

“Give me five minutes to go change into my pajamas and grab my phone, and I’ll be back.”

“Promise?”

She just kisses your temple in lieu of an answer before heading across the hall. And she is back in the promised five minutes- it actually only takes her about three to return back to you.

“You started on dinner?” she asks, not quite sure what else to say in the tense air.

“Nothin’s been cooked,” you sigh.

“Pizza it is,” the redhead tells you as she heads into the kitchen. She returns a few seconds later with the heating pad in hand and some Midol to help alleviate your pains. She pulls Ellie into her arms before gesturing for you to lay your head in her lap. You follow her instruction before she hands you the supplies. You smile at her gratefully.

By the time the pizza has come, you’ve fallen asleep and Ellie isn’t hysterical anymore. You wake up with your head on a pillow as opposed to your girlfriend’s lap, and the redhead and daughter are both quietly eating dinner when you look into the kitchen. When you really listen in, you can hear Melissa trying to soothe your daughter’s fears over what happened earlier today.

“Daddy said that he and Momma are getting back together, and that I won’t see you anymore though,” Ellie sighs sadly. “I don’t want you to go… I love you, Mel.”

“El, I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that I am not leaving you, or your momma, for you to believe me,” the redhead assures your daughter with yet another kiss to her head. “I love you both so much.”

“‘M just scared,” your little girl admits quietly. “I already losed Daddy, but he isn’t my favoritest anymore. I don’t want to lose you Mel. You’re my one of my favoritest people, and I know your Momma’s favoritest too. ”

“I think you take the title of your Momma’s favorite person in the world,” Melissa smiles at your daughter. Then she validates your child’s feelings. “And I understand that you’re scared, but I promise you that I am here. I ain’t goin’ nowhere if I can help it. I don’t wanna lose my two favorite people either.”

Your heart swells at that admission. She still loves you- Jared may not have ruined your relationship after all. You had thought that maybe she was just playing the part for Ellie, but it’s confirmed now in your mind that you aren’t losing Melissa in your life. Deciding now is a good time to make it known that you’re awake, you pull the blanket that had been draped around you with you into the kitchen and kiss both of their heads before settling in your chair. Almost immediately, Ellie is wiggling her way into your arms and holding onto you tightly.

Dinner is quiet and tense, and so is the hour that you all spend on the couch before putting your little girl to bed.

Melissa, as much as she just wants to get your daughter to bed, fully puts herself into character as she reads Ellie’s favorite bedtime story with all of the theatrics that she would usually use- and it feels so good to hear your little girl’s giggles against you, especially after the shit that hit the fan today. But when it comes time to leave Ellie in her room, she doesn’t want any of it.

“Momma, I’m scared,” she whispers as she clutches your shirt desperately. I want you and Mel.”

You can’t blame her for that. So you simply whisk her away and into your own bedroom. Melissa follows, of course she does.

It doesn’t take long for your daughter to fall asleep between you and the redhead, the day’s events exhausting her. And when she starts to snore softly, you know she’s out for the night.

You turn your head to look at Melissa. “Mel, can we talk?”

“Yeah, hun,” the redhead sighs. “Listen, I’m sorry I stormed out. I thought-”

“I know what you thought you saw,” you tell her softly. “And I-” 

“Can you let me get this out?” your girlfriend asks. “I need to get this off my chest.”

“I’m listening,” you promise.

“I’ve been cheated on before too, as you know,” she mumbles. Then she clears her throat. “I thought that you really were getting back with him and that you were just stringing me along… that the reason you didn’t tell me about meeting him at first was because you were planning on getting back with him. And I- Y/N, I’m so sorry. I- I should’ve known, but my emotions and fears got the best of me, and I reacted before I could be rational.”

You reach across your daughter curled up into you and squeeze your girlfriend’s hand gently.

“I understand,” is what you say. “I totally understand. But please… please know that I don’t want him. I only want you. I want to get past all of this drama with him and then just focus on us and the life that we’re building together.”

She smiles at you with warm eyes. “That’s all I want to do too.”

“We’re gonna get through this,” you promise her.

She pushes herself up on her elbows just slightly in order to kiss you gently. “We’re gonna get through this. We’ll get everything with him straightened out, I’ll make sure that you get the child support money, and we’ll start our lives together.”

The next morning, when you wake up with Ellie on top of you snoring softly and Melissa's arms wrapped around you, you know that maybe... just maybe, everything will be okay.

AND THAT FOLKS IS THE END OF THIS SERIES UNLESS SOMEONE GIVES ME REASON TO WRITE MORE :) 🤍

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[thelov3lybookworm]

I Didn't Ask For This (part ten)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Summary: Marriage had always been something sacred to little Y/n, something dream like, where her husband would come and whisk her away to a fairyland. At least, that's what she had always thought.

All her dreams would be shattered.

But maybe she can salvage them?

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Tw: forced marriage, none more that I can think of, so let me know if I need to add anything.

A/n: I really love this chapter. Let's see if you can find the reference I made in here. I honestly make so many references in the fics I write, but no one has noticed them.

Anyways, enjoy!

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The tension in the air could have been cut by a blunt knife.

The most powerful High Lord in the history of Prythian was staring down one of the most feared man in Prythian, the Spymaster of the Night Court.

They were nearly chest to chest, and Y/n feared that if someone didn't step in, this place would be bathed in blood. So she cleared her throat.

Azriel looked at her, brows furrowed.

"I– can we go back? Can you take me back?"

"Sure–" As he began to turn to her, the High Lord's hand shot out, clamping down on his shoulders. Azriel glared at the hand and then it's owner.

"Cassian can take her back. Or if its him you want to go with, please wait for sometime." Rhys glanced at her while saying the second part. "My office. Now." He threw at Azriel before stalking out of the room.

Everyone watched him go, a muscle feathering in Azriel's jaw as he turned to her. "Don't worry about me. I'll be there soon." With that, he turned and followed Rhys.

Y/n's stomach turned as she thought about what could happen to Azriel. The high lord was said to be ruthless and cunning, and even though he hadn't seemed like it when they first met, she didn't know if she could sit still until she was sure that her husband was safe. The urge to follow him and make sure he wouldn't be harmed was overpowering any sense she had, but before she could take a step, Cassian placed a hand on her shoulder.

He tilted his head towards the door, and she nodded. Glancing back one last time to where Azriel had disappeared, she followed Cassian outside.

She stayed quiet the whole time, muttering a thanks to Cassian when they landed before locking herself in her room.

She couldn't stop thinking about Azriel and what he'd done today. Allegedly done today.

She changed into her nightgown, climbing into bed hoping to sleep. Maybe then her mind would stop trying to find some meaning in his actions. Maybe then her heart would stop trying to make her feel things she didn't want to feel.

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It had been almost more than an hour now, and Y/n couldn't sleep no matter what she did. With a huff of annoyance, she threw the covers aside and stood, stomping to the balcony and leaning against the railing. Her minds inability to just shut the hell up was frustrating.

As her mind drifted through the plethora of thoughts in her head again, she couldn't help but think back to where Azriel might be right now. Was he back yet? He would come to meet her if he was, right?

As soon as she had those thoughts, she heard the familiar scuff of boots coming near, and her chest started loosening. From the sound of it, the door opened and closed behind her, but she didn't turn. She couldn't, because she knew if she did, she wouldn't be able to stop herself from throwing her arms around him and slapping him at the same time. She wondered which she would prefer.

She could feel him coming closer, and she gripped the railing tightly.

"Are you mad at me?" He asked quietly, having stopped a little distance away.

She shook her head. "Did you really do it?"

A pause. "Yes."

She nodded, not knowing what to say to that. He took that as a cue to step forward. She knew he did because one moment her back was cold, and the next, she could feel his body heat through the thin silk of her gown. Suddenly she felt extremely exposed, considering the thing she was wearing barely reached her knee, and it was only held up by thin strings.

She inwardly cursed Nesta for this. Y/n had never worn something like this, and when she and Nesta had started to become friends, Nesta was appaled when she realised Y/n did not sleep half naked.

"Do you have nothing to say to that?" Azriel asked, his body like a furnace behind her.

"What do you want me to say?"

"How– how do you feel about all of this?"

"I don't know..."

"Does it bother you?"

She shook her head. "No, it does not. But what about the women and children?"

"They were evacuated to safety. And your brother, he's here."

At that, she finally turned slightly to look at him. She hadn't even thought of her brother who lived in the camp. She didn't have to worry about Velda as she lived in a different camp.

Azriel towered over her, studying her.

"What?"

"He is living in an inn across the Sidra."

"Really?" When he nodded, relief spread through her. She mumbled a thank you before turning back to the view in front of her.

"Your....your father is alive."

She stiffened. "What?" She whispered.

"He burned in the fire, but I just felt like he didn't suffer enough for his crimes." He stated casually, as if he was telling her about the weather.

She blinked at the night sky before asking the same question again.

"I bought him here. He is where we keep all the prisoners and I... interrogate them. He is badly injured and won't be able to escape. I wanted to ask you before I did anything to him."

She knew exactly what he meant with that.

"What did you want to ask."

"You were the one who suffered from his ministrations. You deserve the right to punish him however you want. You can either let him live, give him a quick death or let me handle him."

"What would letting you handle him entail?"

"I'll go all Spymaster on him. I'll do all the things I do to the prisoners to get information out of them."

She nodded. Thinking for some time, she finally decided. "Then I'll let you handle him."

He was silent for a moment. "Are you sure?"

"I am."

His hands landed on either side of her on the railing as he leaned closer. "Thank you." Butterflies erupted in her stomach as he kissed her shoulder before straightening. "Come, you should sleep."

She turned to him, and ignoring her mind, she followed her heart's urge to wrap her arms around her husband. He froze for a moment before wrapping an arm around her shoulder and using the other to cradle the back of her head.

"Thank you. You didn't need to do this." She mumbled against his chest.

"I absolutely did." She pulled back from him. He smiled and kissed her forehead before tugging her back into the room.

As she lay down and he arranged the covers around her, a thought suddenly occurred to her.

"Azriel? Your father and brothers lived in the camp too. What happened to them?"

He gave her a smile, and honestly she should have been scared of it. But she wasn't, and that scared her more than anything else did.

"They're dead."

"Did you see them?"

"Yes. And it gave me immense satisfaction."

"Wish I could have witnessed it."

He blinked at her, a slow smile spreading on his face. He pushed her hair back from her face as he straightened. "Hmm. Next time I do something like this, I'll make sure to take you with me."

She grinned, just a little bit, shaking her head. He stared at her for a few moments before nodding his head and turning away. "Good night."

She didn't want him to go. Atleast, not yet.

She had only a moment to make her choice, and she did.

Her heart danced with joy while her mind screamed at her that this was a bad idea.

"Azriel." She burst out before she lost her nerve.

He paused, turning back slightly. "Yes?"

"Can you– can you stay?"

He stared at her. "What? You– you want me to stay?"

Instantly, a blush was climbing up her neck. What if he didn't want to stay? She kicked herself mentally. "Only if you wish to–"

"I do." His eyes shone. "Um– do you want me to sleep on the ground? I have no problem with it."

She shook her head. "Stay next to me. Please."

The room was dark, the only light provided by the moonlight filtering in from the doors of the balcony. She almost couldn't see the flush on his neck and face as he rounded the bed, where a few clothes had appeared. He took them and walked into the bathing chamber to change.

When he walked back out he was dressed in loose pants and shirt. He slowly climbed into the bed. He was as stiff as a plank with tension as he lay as far as he could from her.

She smiled and turned on her back. "You can relax you know. You'll never get any sleep if you're that tensed up."

He sighed. "I know."

She bit her lip. "I don't bite...much."

His head whipped to her. And honestly, she agreed. She wasn't bold in any way. She didn't even know where that came from.

"Tell me about something interesting."

"Velaris was built by Rhys's father." He supplied.

"Really? Wasn't he..."

"Cruel? A monster? That he was. But he did build and protect Velaris. The only good thing he did, honestly."

"What was he like?"

Azriel began telling her about the previous High Lord of Night Court, and she listened, her attention rapt. As moments passed, his voice filling the room, he relaxed gradually. He also told her about Cassian's past and his mother.

When he was done, they stayed silent. She processed all the information that had just been dumped on her. She shivered.

"Are you cold?"

"A little."

"Would you accept an olive branch?" She nodded and he pulled her closer. Now she was as stiff as a board.

"Relax. I don't bite...much." He murmured against her hair.

She sat up abruptly. "Was that a joke Spymaster?"

He grinned, pulling her back to his chest. "Maybe." After a pause, he went on. "Sleep. I won't try anything. No funny business unless you ask for it."

"Shame." She mumbled under her breath.

"Did you say something Y/n?"

Of course the bastard heard her. "No."

"I feel like Nesta is a really bad influence on you."

"Shut up." She shoved his chest lightly. He just kissed her head and wished her a good night.

As she drifted off, she felt safer than she had felt in her whole existence. She knew he would protect her always, no matter what.

And maybe that should have scared her, but it just made her feel warm and happy, making something in her chest sing.

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Part 11

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[flowerandblood]

The Man in the Black Gloves

[ Amor • Aemond x Psyche • female ]

[ warnings: public sex, fingering, smut, angst, threats, sexual tension, domination, violence, mention of the murder ]

[ description: After she is attacked in a fair by a strange man and narrowly avoids death, her father the king decides that from now on she will be watched over by one of his ‘ghosts’, a assassin acting on his orders, wearing a black mask. The man follows her like a shadow, accompanied by their past, which keeps her awake at night. Gothic horror love story, angst, sexual tension, very dark Aemond. ]

This story is several requests combined into one: sworn protector x female; Amor x Psyche; Phantom of the Opera! Aemond x female. I took the liberty of creating a completely new story from this, having only elements of each of these requests.

Series & Characters Moodboard Lady Walford Moodboard Gothic & Horror Sensual Moodboard

Part 1 - The Man with the Black Mask | Part 2 - The Man with the Empty Heart | Part 3 - The Man with the Lost Soul | Part 4 - The Man with the Cold Mouth | Part 5 - The Man with the Deep Scar | Part 6 - The Man with the One Eye | Part 7 - The Man with the Golden Gift | Part 8 - The Man in the Black Crown | Part 9 - The Man with the Bloody Sword | Part 11 - The Man in the Death Cloak | Part 12 - The Man with the Pearly Hair | Part 13 - The Man with the Fiery Gaze

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Next chapters: Masterlist

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Although the thought of marriage and motherhood had terrified her before her father's death, now, being married at last and hoping to become the mother of her husband-king's children, she understood that it was all just a matter of the person she was to spend her life with.

Her husband, though terrifying and cruel, understood his duty as a husband and as a lover and fulfilled them to the best of his ability. She did not expect sweet words or confessions from him, knowing that they were not in his nature, however, he showed his affection to her in a different way.

Through his actions.

When that insolent woman dared to suggest that she become her husband's mistress in the future, that she would bear his child, she felt disbelief and a sense of betrayal spill over her insides.

She clenched her lips, trying with all her might to hold back the tears of humiliation that appeared under her eyelids.

How dare she?

"Hold her." She heard her husband's cold voice and saw him stand from his throne with a sudden, impatient movement.

"− give me your sword −" He said to Ser Criston in an unobjectionable voice − his guards grabbed the woman under her arms and forced her to kneel before them. She noticed with satisfaction that there was no longer a trace of the certainty of a moment ago on her face.

Her husband was unpredictable, burning like a fire that could not be tamed.

Anyone who tried was doomed to burn.

She listened to her desperate explanations with her lips clenched, pale, begging in her mind that her husband would not change his mind, that he would not let her go after what she had said, allowing her to leave a scar in her heart forever.

The thought that one day they would meet again without her knowledge and her prediction would come true.

A great uproar spread around them, people shouting at each other, until suddenly a blade swished swiftly in front of her − the woman who had just stood before them was deprived of her head, which rolled down the stairs to the stone floor with a thud.

"Her every breath would be an insult to my Queen. Let this be a lesson to anyone who tries to plot against her. Guards, lock Lord Ronwell in the dungeons until she decides what to do with him." He said lowly, with some kind of regret towards himself for allowing such a situation to happen.

He looked at her with a calmness in his eye, a conviction that he had done the right thing, that whatever this woman had predicted would never come true.

Once again, he made her feel an overwhelming sense of relief, like when she saw her mother and learned that she was alive.

She thought, looking at him with parted lips, feeling sweet throbbing between her thighs, that she would give him everything, would drown with him in her blood, would not let him carry the burden of this sin alone.

He did it for her.

Never before had she come as hard as she had that evening, feeling the tart taste of blood in her mouth as he slammed into her with quick, brutal thrusts of his hips, stretching her weeping cunt with his fat, swollen cock, aroused as much as she was.

She couldn't even remember when she reached her peak, feeling that she almost screamed with pleasure along with him.

She sighed quietly as she felt his hot seed finally spill inside her, feeling only fulfilment, only peace.

"− good gods − are you all right? −" He asked uncertainly, horrified surely as she was at how brutal and sacrilegious this closeness was.

She felt ashamed at the thought that she hadn't been this relaxed in a long time.

She heard him sigh out loud as she nodded her head, his large, rough hand stroking lightly her soft buttock.

"Let's take a bath." He suggested and she nodded again, completely without strength.

They undressed slowly when they were left alone with the steaming tub filled with pleasantly warm water. She dipped her feet into it first and then sat between his legs, resting her wet back against his chest, laying her head on his shoulder. She heard him hum quietly, feeling his fingers combing through her hair in a tender gesture.

They lay like this in silence, calming down at last, fingertips of his free hand trailing thoughtfully over her bare body making her feel goosebumps.

"Are you afraid of me?" He asked her suddenly, startling her completely − his voice quiet and uncertain, on the verge of a whisper.

She lifted her face higher, twisting with a quiet splash of water, wanting to look at him, raising her fingers to his cheek and running them over his skin.

"No." She replied softly, warmly, his hand combing through her hair with a light, musing gesture.

"I tried to kill you." He said lowly, as if merely stating a fact that he felt should concern her.

"Then why am I still alive?" She asked tracing her fingers along his chin, cupping her nose against his cheek. She heard him snort under his breath.

She didn't have to look at him to know that an amused grin was painted on his face.

She felt his hand trace a circle over her lower abdomen, massaging her warm skin under the water, knowing that all he was thinking now was the fact that she was filled with his spend.

Neither of them said anything more.

They conveyed most of the things to each other without words. She felt that he was able to express more with his hands than with his mouth, his fingers combing through her hair, stroking her naked body at night showing her what he felt, what he desired.

They both knew how empty and worthless words could be.

After what had happened to Alys Rivers, no woman dared to even attempt to come close to her husband anymore. She decided to show mercy to the lord who had brought her before them and was plotting against her, knowing that if her husband killed him, his whole family would turn against him.

She knew that the whole court had witnessed what would befall those who would try to come between them.

She found with amusement that they did not understand where their attachment and affection came from, thinking that it had a purely physical undertone that could always pass when someone more beautiful or more tempting appeared on the horizon.

Their marriage, however, was primarily based on how deeply they were bonded by their pasts, how they experienced things similarly, sunk in darkness, coming out at night to haunt the castle's inhabitants like ghosts.

She had the impression that there was a disturbing aura around them, that people feared them not only because of their power, but also because of that hint of madness they saw in their eyes.

After a time of war and unrest, her husband's lords advised him to take advantage of the fact that the new year was approaching, to use the date as a break from the past and to allow celebrations in the fortress as well as throughout the kingdom.

"Do you think it's appropriate? To hold a carnival and balls for chattels and drunkard lords?" He asked, sitting stretched out in his chair, obviously unconvinced by the idea, yet realising that his cool nature may have overlooked some of his subjects' needs, which did not mean that they were not important.

"The people have at last regained their King, peace has prevailed. Even though you won't do it, they want to move on and forget what happened eight years ago, begin again. Let them enjoy themselves, give them a day full of wine, bread and dances, let them decorate their town and enjoy themselves as they wish." She said softly, looking at him with a gentle gaze. He sighed heavily, massaging his forehead with his hand.

"Am I supposed to sit for hours behind a table and watch them make fools of themselves?" He asked impatiently, and she pressed her lips together, approaching him slowly with the quiet rustling of her gown.

"Arrange for it to be a masked ball. Let's blend in with the crowd. Don't we also have reason to celebrate, my husband?"

To her surprise, after much thought, he agreed to her proposal. His lords accepted his decision with relief, themselves apparently looking for an opportunity at long last to get out of the stress and sacrifice they had put in to help him regain his throne.

None of them told each other what they would wear or when they would appear in the throne room, recognising that it would spoil everything. She ordered that a matte, soft black gown be prepared for her, with a cut neckline with exposed shoulders and back, bold and unworthy of a queen or true lady.

She wore a black mask over her face, sheathed in a material identical to that of her gown, her dark hair loose. She did not put on any jewellery − she liked the simplicity and at the same time shamelessness of this attire.

She thought that this night she was not a Queen, she was not a lady but a shadow, a phantom, a mist, something intangible, something she had always wanted to be.

As she left her chamber she was immediately struck by the sounds of violin and flute music, loud conversations and laughter. She turned into the corridor and noticed hundreds of people discussing with each other, each of them disguised, masks over their faces.

She noted with satisfaction that no one bowed to her, that no one paid any attention to her, that she was like air.

She felt a sudden rush of adrenaline, a sense of empowerment and impunity at the same time.

She stepped into the main hall, which was the throne room, looking at the couples dancing in the centre of it − lovers for just one night pressed their bodies close to the walls, enjoying the time they were given as best they could, knowing that tomorrow they would have to return to their husbands and wives.

They all had goblets filled to the brim with wine − she could smell the roasts, soups and breads from the tables around her.

It seemed to her that she had joined some temple of promiscuity and splendour, her heart pounding like mad.

She walked unhurriedly among the crowds of people, gazing intently at their fanciful costumes, eavesdropping on their conversations, listening with amusement as the apparent anonymity gave the court's inhabitants the courage to speak their minds about her and her husband.

"I once passed by our King's chambers at night. There were such noises coming from it that I thought they were both dying in agony." Said a woman with light hair pinned up in a bun, her mask and gown blue, adorned with gold threads.

"She is a witch. As a traitor's daughter, she certainly has her ways of deceiving the King's mind." The other woman, younger, replied − she seemed to recognise in her the daughter of one of the lords who had strenuously tried for weeks to stumble upon her husband in the crown's library, wishing to seduce him.

"They are both mad." She hummed to them with amusement, and saw that they looked at her, trying in the semi-darkness to recognise who she might have been, but she did not let them stare at her and moved on, looking thoughtfully at the dancing pairs.

She was surprised to hear someone moaning behind her, and spotted a couple who were clearly just having a rapture with each other − both of them pressed up against the wall, hidden in the shadows, apparently hoping that no one would interrupt their obviously wonderful delight.

She smiled under her breath, turning her face away − she felt a throbbing between her thighs at the thought that her husband might take her in the same way this evening, in front of everyone.

She almost laughed at the thought that perhaps these prudish ladies would recognise them and their moans.

"My Lady." She shuddered when heard someone whisper behind her, masculine and low, pleasantly throaty. She did not turn towards him, looking ahead.

"You caught my attention right away. That beautiful back." The man muttered, running his fingers over her exposed skin − she felt a pleasant shiver, but did not bestow a single glance on him.

"I have to dance with you, my Lady, because I swear I'm going to lose my mind."

She lifted her chin higher and hummed, considering his words.

"We have enough madness in this stronghold so I am afraid I must prevent your downfall and agree, my Lord." She said, extending her hand to him − he took it respectfully and led her towards the spinning pairs.

She hadn't done it for months and never in this way and this man, whoever he was, was an excellent dancer.

He dared to shamelessly place his hand on her bare back and only then did she lift her warning gaze to him; his hair was dark and curly, reaching his shoulders, he was well built and tall.

She saw that he parted his lips when he saw a small part of her face, her eyes, lips and chin emerging from under her black mask, looking at her as if his breath had been taken away.

"Tell me you don't have a husband." He choked out between one turn and the next, their hands meeting in another movement.

"I have a husband, my Lord, and I am a faithful wife." She said softly − the man licked his lower lip, leaning over her, only to take a few steps away from her, their hands touching again.

"Is that so?" He murmured defiantly, and she smiled, amused, feeling herself throbbing at the thought that her king, her husband might have just watched her from afar, might have recognised her, might have been furious with jealousy.

That he might have wanted to kill this brazen man.

"Mmm. I would be careful if I were you, my Lord. My husband is dangerous. He is a breathing death." She whispered, feeling the rapid pounding of her heart at that thought, feeling with excitement that she was wet, her fleshy walls pulsing around nothing.

"I don't fear death. What I fear for is that I will never see you again." He said when the music ended, applause echoed around them, even though he should have done so, he didn't let go of her hand.

"You can be sure of that." She hummed with amusement, taking her hand and turning away from him, disappearing into the crowd.

She heard his desperate calls behind her and laughed, feeling like a mermaid who was leading an innocent young man to be devoured by a monster.

She was hot and walked over to the table to pour herself some wine, however the steel gilded jug was heavy and she had trouble lifting it. She shuddered and gasped when someone stopped right behind her, a large hand dressed in a black leather glove took it from her and filled her goblet halfway.

"Are you enjoying yourself, my Lady?" She heard a cold, deep, familiar voice behind her, a powerful shiver of desire passed through her − she involuntarily parted her lips feeling the unbearable pulsing of her walls and lifted her cup to her lips, taking a deep sip from it.

"Yes, my Lord." She replied innocently, feeling his hot breath on her neck, his dark, dangerous, sinister aura.

"Dance with me."

She felt her heart stop for a moment and swallowed loudly, turning over her shoulder.

A tear-stained mask on his face, a hood on his head.

He looked like one of her father's ghosts.

Vhagar.

He held out his hand to her and she placed hers on it, allowing him to guide her between the couples spinning to the rhythm of the music.

She felt stunned by his scent and his presence − if a moment ago she had been a cruel siren longing to devour, now she longed to be devoured, wanted to burn in the fire of his wrath, to die in the embrace of his arms if that was his wish.

As they made a turn their hands clasped tightly over their bodies; they were far too close to each other to consider their dance decent, however this night no one paid any attention to such things, his gaze from under the transparent black material cold and distant.

"Do you enjoy balancing on the edge of life and death, my Lady?" He asked low, his voice like ice, like a sharp blade − her pink lips swollen with desire parted slightly, droplets of sweat on her bare arms as they spun around each other, their hands touching.

"Yes." She whispered and heard him hum, as if he accepted her answer.

She felt overwhelmed, at the same time knowing who was behind the mask, yet being able to pretend that it was a complete stranger, a phantom who wanted to kill her, rip her entrails apart.

They didn't take their eyes off each other for the entire dance − there was something sensual in their movements, his gloved hand barely touching her bare back, she felt like she was about to die of lust.

She wanted him to do this to her, and he knew it, he could see it in her eyes.

When the music silenced they bowed to each other. She immediately headed towards the crowd, glancing at him meaningfully over her shoulder, watching to see if he would follow her. She stopped only at the wall, with nowhere else to go, her face illuminated only by the flame of a torch hanging nearby.

He walked towards her with a calm, lazy, firm step, like an executioner, like a judge, like a sentence to be imposed on her. She moaned as he turned her violently towards the wall, immediately pushing against her, she felt his hardness pressed against her buttocks.

"Whore." He hissed, she parted her lips and mewled, feeling her moist core throb around nothing, her cheek pressed against the wall, her fingers clenched helplessly on the cold stone.

She heard him pull off his gloves and throw them on the floor − one of his hands grabbed her neck and forced her to arch back and buck up, the other with an impatient, rough movement lifted the material of her gown at the front, slipping immediately between her thighs, they both groaned low with pleasure when he felt how wet she was.

"− what happened here? − hm? − fuck − all sticky −" He breathed out between her helpless, sweet moans, his fingertips spreading her moisture all over her womanhood, digging deeply into her skin around her pearl, teasing her with circular, sure strokes, involuntarily her hips began to rub against his hard cock hidden in his breeches behind her.

"− oh − oh gods, yes −" She mumbled dulled by how pleasurable it was − she heard him chuckle lowly behind her, his other hand clasped tighter around her neck. She squirmed as his finger tentatively slid inside her, only teasing her slit.

"− look at him − look at him when you fuck yourself with my fingers −" He growled and she obeyed his command, looking at the man who only a moment ago was ready to ask her to marry him − he stood in the distance looking at them in disbelief, his lips slightly parted.

She moaned, responding with her hips to his strokes when she realised that he must have imagined he was in the place of that black hooded figure standing behind her.

"− does your husband fuck you too rarely? − doesn't he stretch you well with his cock? − hm? −" He snarled, sliding his finger in and out deeper and deeper, pressing and rubbing again and again the wonderful spot hidden between her fleshy walls.

"− I − mghmm −" She mumbled out feeling that she was about to come, panting loudly along with him, his hips rubbing aggressively against her buttocks.

"− let's show him what duty a husband has to his wife −" He exhaled, sliding his finger out of her, his hand wet with her juices lifted her gown up.

She felt a chill wash over her exposed buttocks − there was music and loud conversations all around them, everyone could see what they were doing and although they weren't the only ones, the thought that it was happening right now and this way, made her legs tremble.

She heard him quickly undo the clasp of his coat, covering her with his body, not allowing anyone but him to see her womanhood, all swollen and wet with her moisture. She squirmed when she felt his freed, hard erection hit her bare skin, his fingers spreading her folds before him as the fat head of his cock pressed against her slit from below.

He opened her wide with one simple, sharp thrust, slamming into her like mad, his hand clamped around her neck forcing her to lean back more − she could feel his hot breath against her ear despite his mask.

"− look at him − he's fucking himself with his hand while looking at my wife − at my − fucking − wife −" He growled sinisterly, infuriated, rooting into her quickly and brutally, with each thrust of his hips forcing her sore, fleshy muscles to barely fit him in, his thick, swollen cock rubbing her so wonderfully that a cry broke from her lips − even if she wanted to she couldn't see anyone anymore, her gaze and mind clouded from pleasure.

"− you know he's already dead, don't you? − ah − would you want him to touch you before he died? − for him to root his cock deep inside you just for once? −" He hissed out between aggressive, deep thrusts, pounding into her with a loud slapping of flesh against flesh, both of them panting desperately, her body responding to his every move with rocking her hips.

"− n-no − your seed − I want it inside me −" She babbled with difficulty between her whimpers and his thrusts from which her whole body trembled − she heard his low groan of surprise and delight, his cock throbbing hard inside her, feeling her walls clench around him greedily.

"− beg − fucking beg −" He growled pounding it into her so hard that her pleasure was on the verge of pain − she cried out loudly sensing that a few more of his movements and she would come, feeling that wonderful tickle in her lower abdomen every time the tip of his cock rubbed against her upper wall again.

"− please − please, husband, have mercy − fill your faithful wife −" She mewled pleadingly, despairingly, pathetically, thinking only of the fact that she wanted him to come inside her, that she wanted to feel his spend trickling down her thighs when she looked again at this insolent man.

"− faithful? − you let him touch you − your bare skin that belongs to me − fuck − you don't deserve this grace −" He mocked licking his lips loudly, his thighs slapping against her buttocks with a loud click of her wetness with each ruthless thrust of his hips.

"− p-please − oh − oh gods, m close −" She mumbled out in delight and parted her lips in shock as a powerful wave of pleasure surged through her body again, again and again.

She clenched her eyes shut moaning shamelessly − she heard him gasp lowly, pounding into her faster, panting heavily, his cock twitching all over inside her.

"− fucking take it − take it-take it-take it −" He growled rooting it into her so hard that her throbbing walls forced him to let go and at last he filled her with himself with a sigh of relief, rocking his hips inside her for a while longer, several couples standing near them looked at them in disbelief.

She squirmed with despair when she felt him slide out of her − he tied his breeches quickly and lowered her gown with an impatient flick of his hand, covering her buttocks and thighs where his seed was trickling down. She saw out of the corner of her eye that he had moved forward, between the crowd.

She sank to the floor, panting heavily, her face hot from the exertion huddled against the cold wall, her heart pounding like mad.

She saw that those around her were looking at her and she wondered if they recognised her.

After a moment, she rose as if nothing had happened and moved towards her husband's chamber, stepping inside without a word, slipping her black gown off her shoulders, lying on his bed with only her black mask over her face, her thighs sticky from their mingled moisture.

She lay in the dim candlelight as he stepped into his chamber − her attention immediately drawn to the fact that he had no mask, his hood slipped from his head, his hands all covered in blood.

With a calm, nonchalant movement, he approached the table and undid the buckles of his cloak, dropping it to the ground, sinking his hands into a bowl of water, washing them thoroughly of the sticky red.

"Has my wife enjoyed her evening?"

"Yes, my King." She whispered softly, lying on her back, one of her legs bent at the knee swinging slightly from side to side, her hands placed on either side of her head.

"Mmm."

"I warned him that I have a husband and that I am an obedient, faithful wife. That this was the last day of his life. But he didn't listen." She whispered, looking at him with her lips slightly parted, knowing that they were both mad, that she shouldn't feel such heat at the thought that he was so sickly jealous of her.

And yet.

"Mmm, no need to fret about it anymore, my love. He will never bother you again."

_____

Aemond Taglist:

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[rorywritesjunk]

I can’t tell where the journey will end But I know where to start

Prequel to my Kid Buggy fic, set about 11-ish years before that story.

Buggy meets you by chance when he needs his buttons sewn back onto his jacket. He’s young, up and coming, and he thinks everyone should cower before him wherever he goes, but all you do is smile at him.

Rating: PG-13ish just for some swearing. Warning: Buggy’s in his early 20s. I also gave him some anxiety and stuff because while he’s in love he doesn’t believe someone could love him back. He just has a lot of uncertainty with romance. A/N: Meet the Parents but mostly Buggy just being hella nervous because oh man, these are the parents. Why are they so nice to him?

Title comes from “Wake Me Up” by Avicii.

TAGLIST: @lostfirefly @ane5e @kingofthemfingpirates @the-angriest-angel @tiredemomama @valen-yamyam16 @i-reblog-fics-i-like @plethora-of-fickleness @uhnanix

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 + Chapter 10 + Chapter 11 + Chapter 12 + Chapter 13 + Chapter 14 + Chapter 15 + Chapter 16 + Chapter 17 + Chapter 18 + Epilogue

Chapter 15

You barely waited for the ship to dock and the ramp to lower before you were running down to the docks to greet the two waiting for you. Buggy trailed behind you, making sure he looked his best for a first impression. His clothes were clean, his hat looked flashy, and he wore his coat you had mended over and over again for him as you two got to know each other. You mended it as recently as the night before when a hole was forming in one of the pockets. After fixing it, you even stitched a little heart by it for him. Buggy did his best not to fall apart at that.

“Mama! Papa!” You squealed excitedly as you threw yourself at them. Buggy crossed his arms and watched you hug them, studying them as they hugged you. Your father was as tall as Buggy, his hair the same blonde color as yours and just as long, pulled back into a low ponytail. Your mother was shorter, stockier than your father. Her hair was a darker blonde, sitting just above her shoulders in length as it hung freely. Both had big smiles on their faces as they hugged you.

“Our Sunshine is home!” Your dad cheered as he swung you around in his arms. “I can't believe you're here!”

“And you're done with that apprenticeship, so you can do whatever you want!” Your mom chimed in as she stroked your hair gently. You grinned and pulled away to reach out to Buggy. Your parents shared a look before your mom asked, “Who's this, Sunny?”

“I know this is a surprise…” You took Buggy’s hand in yours, pulling him to your side. He was starting to regret this. You said your parents were nice so why did he feel like bait among some sea beasts? Buggy tensed up as your parents looked between the two of you. “But this is my fiancee, Captain Buggy.”

“Fiancee?” You dad repeated. 

“Captain?” Your mom looked between the two of you. “Really!” She laughed; Buggy felt his shoulders drop. “Our Sunny’s just like her dad, falling in love with a pirate and all.”

“She's not the only one, your sister did the same.” Your dad pointed out.

“Right, well, can we head to the house?” You asked, squeezing Buggy’s hand gently. “You three can get to know each other.”

Buggy jerked his head in your direction when you said that. Did that mean you were leaving him alone? Your parents nodded, leading the way up the path from the docks and to a row of houses with fields and some trees surrounding them. There were children of various ages running around, teenagers, and some young and old adults. Was this your family?

You didn't let go of Buggy's hand, squeezing gently as you smiled at him. That made him feel a bit more relaxed but he still wanted to know if you were leaving him with your parents. 

“So, Captain Buggy.” Your mom grinned as she sat at the table beside the kitchen, her husband sitting beside her while you directed Buggy in the chair across from them. “I'm Windy, and this is my husband Blue.”

“R-Right.” He didn't know what to say, but his mind was racing. He swallowed heavily, glanced over at you, then stood up suddenly, slamming both hands on the table. “Please let me marry your daughter! Please give me your blessing!”

“Buggy!” You were shocked he did that.

Your parents shared a look before Blue looked back at him. “Sure? Okay, if that's what you want.” He looked up at you before looking back at Buggy. “She can marry who she wants, you know.”

“But-” Buggy started but your mom cut him off.

“If you want our blessing, of course you can have it.” She chuckled. “Though I'd like to get to know my future son-in-law.”

Shaking your head, you took his hat off and kissed the top of his head before stepping into the kitchen to make some tea. You knew he was nervous about meeting them but you didn't expect him to ask for their blessing. It wasn't necessary, but if he felt he needed it to marry you then so be it. 

“How did you two meet?” Your dad asked. Buggy straightened up, the words were there but he didn't know how to speak suddenly. He glanced over at you, ensuring you were still there, before he looked back at your parents.

“Her… job.” He told them. “Uh, I was a customer.”

“Ha! Really.” Windy grinned. “I wondered if that would happen, y'know, sending our girl off to work with that Miss Pins. All the customers were pirates, it was bound to happen.”

“And how soon did you fall in love?” Blue asked teasingly; Buggy started to turn red in the face as he looked over at you again. You were leaning on the counter, beaming at him as the water started to boil.

“Almost immediately.” Buggy mumbled. 

“Aw, Sunny, he's so cute!” Your mom giggled. “Love at first sight, eh? Like me and her father.” She leaned back in her seat, giving him a look over while Buggy sat as still as possible under her gaze. “So, a pirate captain. Our daughter's doing well for herself.”

He straightened up and relaxed just a bit at the compliment. “Yes, I'm a captain. My crew and I terrorize anyone who comes across us in the East Blue!”

“Really! Y’know, Windy here used to be a pirate herself under Red Leg Zeff.” Blue told him. “I bet you two could have fun swapping stories about living at sea.” 

“He was an apprentice under Gold Roger.” You added in from the kitchen. Buggy straightened up and turned to look at you. He didn't want to talk about that. “Buggy is an amazing pirate.”

“Gold Roger, really!” Windy grinned. “That's impressive, y’know. Not many would have had that opportunity. I remember meeting him once, definitely leaves an impression on you. Though I don't remember seeing you when I met him.”

“You would have remembered if you saw Buggy.” You said as you brought over a tray of mugs with hot tea. “His beautiful blue hair is so memorable.”

Buggy turned bright red at your compliment but he appreciated that there was no comment made about his nose. So far. Would they say something? Your parents seemed nice so far but they didn't mean they couldn't make a comment or something about it. What if they did? These were your parents, he needed to be nice because he was so in love with you, but would you defend him if they made a jab at his appearance, or would you agree with them? His mind was racing once again, the what ifs taking over as he imagined horrible scenario after scenario of you deciding you didn't want to marry him in the end, that he was too pathetic for you, and he was so lost in his thoughts he didn't realize your hand was on his shoulder, trying to get his attention.

He looked up at you, eyes wide with uncertainty. You touched his cheek and smiled at him, feeling him relax just a bit. 

“Do you want anything in your tea, Buggy?” You asked. He just shook his head and you sat down beside him. Your parents were busy adding milk and sugar into their own that they didn't seem to notice that Buggy shut down for a moment. “Buggy was my most consistent customer at the shop in the last year. And my favorite.”

“That's so cute!” Blue exclaimed. “When are you two planning on getting married?”

Buggy didn't actually know. You two really hadn't talked about the wedding too much. He looked at you for an answer, but you shrugged and took a sip of your tea.

“We haven't settled on a date yet. I had wanted to wait to be engaged and everything until after my apprenticeship, but we decided not to keep waiting.” You said, and it was a half truth. You wanted to wait but Buggy didn't. He was afraid of losing you to someone else, and after seeing that Captain Kuro and how you two interacted, he was grateful he did it when he did. “But I'd like a small wedding, you know? Just you two for me and someone to officiate.”

“I'm sure we can manage that.” Windy replied as she sipped her tea, giving Buggy a look over. “Is there anyone you want at the wedding, Buggy?”

How did this suddenly turn into wedding planning? He thought they just wanted to get to know him. The question didn't sit quite well with him. He didn't have anyone like you had your parents. He could get some of his crew to come to it but other than that, he was alone.

“Just some of my crew.” He mumbled. If he and Shanks were still friends, he'd have him there, or if Captain Roger was still alive, or Rayleigh was around, but he didn't. “And uh, Sunny, of course.”

You reached over and gave his hand a squeeze. “It's been a long few weeks, I'm going to get us settled in my room and I'll help with dinner in a few hours once we've both rested.”

“Nonsense, we have others here to help with food. You two rest.” Your dad chuckled. “And don't make too much noise.”

You glared at your dad while Buggy turned bright red. Your mom slapped him on the shoulder as he laughed while you pulled Buggy to his feet and led him up the stairs to your room, mumbling something about embarrassing fathers. You led him down the hallway to your room and let him in.

“I'm sorry about all that, Buggy.”

He tried to play it cool, like he didn't feel so uncomfortable from the entire ordeal. “What? That was fine, babe. I can handle your parents.”

You squeezed his hand and sighed. “You're so sweet, Buggy.”

“Babe, babe, you tell me all the time.” He chuckled, hoping he didn't sound as nervous and anxious as he felt. “And besides, your parents were nice, what's not to love about me, y’know?”

“Silly.” You chuckled as you pulled him close to you, giving him a kiss. “I love you, Buggy.”

He hated that he was blushing again at your words. He just nodded, looking at you once more with wide eyes that seemed uncertain for a moment, but you just pulled him into a hug and kissed his cheek, and he wrapped his arms around you before mumbling back, “I love you too, Sunny.”

~

Your bed was bigger than the one you had at Miss Pins, but Buggy made sure he was right there next to you. Your arms were around him, holding him close as you both rested. He was pretty sure you dozed off at some point but he didn't mind. Any time with you was important to him. He rested his head against your chest as he stared at the wall, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts. 

You were going to marry him. You wanted to. He still couldn't believe it. Buggy never anticipated falling in love when he showed up at the shop that day, having you kindly take his coat and fix it for him. And every time he showed up since then, you greeted him with smiles and his name. It was hard not to fall for you.

And now he got to be in bed with you, your arms around him and holding him tightly to your body. He was so lucky. How did he get someone like you to fall in love with him when there were so many better looking guys out there? Even after one of your last customers showed up, asking you for lunch, Buggy saw how you smiled at Kuro and wondered now if you had regrets about accepting Buggy’s proposal. 

No, no, no, shut up. He sighed and tightened his hold on you. Was he always this insecure, anxious, everything when it came to life, or was it just since he met you and fell head over heels in love with you and was still surprised every day that you chose him over everyone else you'd met in your time at the shop? You really fell for him after his failed attempts at flirting, date failures, everything. You took care of him on his birthday, making sure he got back to the ship safely, even made him breakfast the next morning.

He looked up at you, studying you for a moment while you slept. You let him be close to you like this, trusted him even, and you were always so kind to him even when he felt he didn't deserve it.

No, that settled it. You did love him otherwise you wouldn't be taking care of him the way you did. You made sure he was fed, that his clothes were clean and in good condition, even made sure he at least bathed once a week. Your arms were always open for a hug for him and he appreciated that, having never experienced the love and safety of a hug before except once in a dream.

He couldn't wait to marry you and have you in his arms forever.

#buggy the clown #sunny x buggy #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #buggy the clown x you #buggy x you #buggy the clown x oc #buggy x oc #opla buggy the clown #opla buggy the clown x reader #opla buggy x reader #opla buggy the clown x you #opla buggy x you #opla buggy the clown x oc #opla buggy x oc #one piece oc #oc x canon #one piece original character

[littlelord]

the ASOIAF / HotD / GoT fandom does not talk about the Velaryons enough, (and i know y’all know why. work on that.) so let’s talk about them. I present:

Velaryon Appreciation Day 1:

Corlys Velaryon

The lack of recognition for Corlys is DISGRACEFUL in this fandom.. I genuinely didn’t know he was a main character until I watched the show this week.

So here are some reasons you should appreciate or at least recognize Corlys:

1. He loves his wife more than anyone on that show. Easily the best husband out of the lot.

2. Literally Rhaenys’ #1 fan

3. Puts aside his long-held ambition to have his blood on the throne when Rhaenys asks

4. Is one of the biggest supporters of Team Black

5. ..I’m not kidding, do y’all remember how he kept vying for Rhaenyra’s claim long after her death? Yeah

6. Dude got arrested and sentenced to death for plotting to unseat Aegon AFTER RHAENYRA WAS DEAD

7. Like instrumental to Team Black and Rhaenyra’s line succeeding the throne, especially post-dance

8. Some of the best hair in the series i mean COME. ON. :

the gold bands? that length??? outdid.

9. Some of the best outfits, especially among the men of HotD

10. He is THE Sea Snake, ruler of the seas!!!!!! Lord of the Tides, Master of Driftmark, Head of House Velaryon, and Princess Rhaenys’ husband (the final is obviously his best and most important title).

11. My dude is HARDY. Recovered from a near-fatal stab wound and intense fever at 70(ish) years old.

12. He is so sweet to Luke. Fights for him as heir to Driftmark despite knowing they are not blood related (“it was just so the Velaryon name stays on the throne!” so? he could’ve supported Vaemond’s claim but he chose to support Rhaenyra’s child, his grandchild)

(look at little Luke and his grandsire😞)

13. Driftmark is cool as fuck and he’s the Master of it so that’s another point to Corlys.

14. I said it once I’ll say it again: GILF.

15. (extra credit): Steve Toussaint (Corlys’ actor) seems to be a great guy. He’s funny, v entertaining in interviews, comes across so genuine, bffs with Eve Best (Rhaenys’ actress), and is a huge GoT nerd (seriously. he is the only one who can answer any questions about GoT in the interviews i’ve seen him in). And fun fact- as I was looking to see if he’s overtly problematic, I discovered that all of his twitter likes are just “human kindness” and funny animal videos.

And the worst thing is that if he looked like his pre-HotD fancast/fanon version, people would not shut up about him.

“He’s soo fine”

“I need a husband like him”

“We need to talk about him more.”

..and you know i’m right!

FINALLY:

I am not saying you have to like Corlys (especially if you do not fw any asoiaf men, which i deeply respect), but free him and House Velaryon from this double standard you hold them to.

Like I better not see anyone who appreciates, recognizes, or likes Daemon or Aemond or Criston or even Alicent talking about how Corlys is “too prideful,” “too ambitious,” because look the fuck around!!!!!!! who isn’t in this goddamn verse!!?!??!!! and also you know what?? if my beautiful amazing badass wife was denied her rightful throne, i’d be mad about it too!!!!! even after she said she was over it!!!

if you made it this far, i’m thoroughly impressed and even more grateful that you have heard me out in this Corlys Velaryon rant!

#house of the dragon #hotd #corlys velaryon #rhaenys x corlys #house velaryon #driftmark #asoiaf #game of thrones #hotd fandom #house velaryon get behind me #pro corlys velaryon #pro velaryon #pro house velaryon #clearly idk how to tag #velaryon appreciation #black history month #black characters #steve toussaint #the sea snake

[babyangelsky]

BL Challenge 2k24 ✨Day 15✨

Hello and welcome to @negrowhat's 15 Day BL Challenge! Full challenge can be found here.

5 Bestest Besties

We did it! We made it to the last day of the challenge! Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to read through my posts and a big thank you to Eboni especially for putting this challenge together! I had a great time doing it 🥰

In case you missed any of my posts, here they are: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14

And now onto all of our besties!

Toh, Jao, Daisy, and Som in Secret Crush on You

♡ gif by @pharawee from this set

This may be my favorite friend group in any show I've ever seen. Period. The extended friend group is also incredible but these four are the core. It all begins with them. They're so loving and supportive and kind to one another. Watching them is pure comfort and joy. If you haven't seen SCOY, go. Run. It's worth it for them alone.

Uea and Jade in Bed Friend/Middleman's Love

♡ gif by @alienwlw from this set

Believe me when I tell you I would lasso the moon for Uea and Jade. They're each other's rocks. They're each other's comfort. They bring each other so much love and sweetness that it makes me want to cry. These two were going to bat for each other long before King and Mai came along and they didn't stop even after they'd both entered into relationships. Their friendship means everything to me. EVERYTHING.

Kuea and Diao/Lian and Yi in Cutie Pie/Naughty Babe

♡ gif by @gunsatthaphan from this set

One of my very favorite things about the Cutie Pie cinematic universe is how much weight and importance is given to friendship. It's on par with the romance and sometimes even supersedes it. This is true especially for Kuea and Diao. These two take pride of place to each other over their husbands. They're ride or die for each other first before they're ride or die for their husbands.

♡ gif by @sunshinesanctuary from this post

All four of these men are terrible at communicating in their relationships (even though they do improve) but in their friendships? No secrets, no miscommunication; only complete openness and honesty.

Zong Yi and Ai Di in Kiseki: Dear to Me

♡ gif by @leedongwook from this set

My love for Kiseki is as boundless as the sea but the only thing I wish they'd given us more of is this friendship because it was fucking great. I love when a feral boi adopts a gentle boi and becomes his protector the way Ai Di did for Zong Yi, in prison and beyond. They always gave each other an ear, a shoulder, advice, comfort, whatever the other one needed. We deserved more of them.

Lom and Yiwa in Wedding Plan

This story simply would not exist if Lom and Yiwa didn't love each other and weren't fiercely loyal to each over absolutely everything. They kept each other's secrets. They gave each other a lifeline. They each moved heaven and earth to ensure the other got the love and happiness they deserved despite what it cost them and they would do it again.

♡ gif by @gunsatthaphan from this set

When Shakespeare wrote keep thy friend under thy own life's key, this kind of friendship is exactly what he meant.

#BLChallenge2k24 #secret crush on you #kiseki dear to me #bed friend #middlemans love #cutie pie #naughty babe the series #wedding plan the series

[angel-thoughts-dump]

times they call/insinuate angel is gay/“too feminine for a man”/is attractive to men, in ats - Season 1

ep 1 A manager says to Angel he is a very beautiful man, and he wants to represent him. "Call me, this isn't a come-on"

ep 2 In the club, Angel has to "search for someone that's in trouble" and everyone thinks he is just flirting, including a man, Angel tells him "seriously I wasn't hitting on you"

ep 3 Spike, while watching him from afar, makes a LONG hilarious joke about him being gay, and caring too much about his hair and using “nancy boy hair gel”.

Later while fighting, Spike says to Angel "What’s next ? Vampire cowboy ? Vampire fireman ? Oh, vampire ballerina?" to which Angel responds "I do like to work with my legs" and kicks him

ep 4 Doyle legit admits he is attracted to him

ep 5 Cordy: "do you have (hair)mousse?...       of course you do"

ep 6 Mafia boss calls him “nancy boy”. Angel hits him with a chair.

Also, there's a joke where Cordy nags Angel for not noticing her new shoes, Angel is about to say that "men don't notice that staff" when Doyle enters and says to her "Nice shoes!". This is a 'Doyle =gay' joke but it also shows Angel has funny ideas of what makes you a man, and it's funny that the entire plot of the ep is about repressing emotions, and unwinding when you touch a magic stick.

ep 7 Angel and Doyle going to fight a vamp nest is paralleled with Cordy going on a romantic date. Doyle: “everyone has dinner plans”.

The first thing the new husband of Doyle’s ex does when he comes in, is insist on how handsome Angel is. (Doyle’s ex had also just met him, didn’t say a thing, neither did other women this ep)

ep 8, 9, 10 and 11 I didn’t catch any

ep 12 friends of Cordelia meet Wesley and Angel for the first time, the way they act and respond to their flirting and invitations to a party makes them think they are gay “the good ones are always gay” one says. Angel is not bothered about it, Wesley a little. Later they have this conversation in which Angel seems to have noticed that insecurity, and he says to Wesley that the girls liked him, that his clumsiness was charming, and that the fact they think they are gay adds mystery

(also why does angel quickly bit his lip, looks him up and down, and smiles to him like that??? asdfasdfasd)

ep 13 (refer to this post bc it needs context) in short yeah a guy is definitely attracted to him

ep 14 nothing again I guess

ep15 Kate’s dad asks her if Angel is gay, she laughs and says "no, he is just not my type, or I'm not his type".

Also, it felt like the dialogs were specially 'supernatural=queer' this episode, and he WAS getting homophobia by Kate lmao

"you don't get to kill a demon in front of me and then act like we are going to have a cappuccino together" "No offense, I know you are probably a decent guy for, you know, what you are..." "If you insist on talking about this, can you pls not call it that? It makes me uncomfortable.(don't say demon) say evil thing" "What? they are evil things that are not evil? - well yeah(me) - OH right, sorry" Then the scenes of his father calling him a disappointment make it even more uuughhh, and then he says "It was a son I wished for, a man! Instead, god gave me you".

All scenes from his past as human point to him being a fuck boy, meaning that, even if not queer, in a way, he also didn't follow the conventional norms of romance or sexuality. But it's also funny to point out the first thing he does as a vampire is feed from a man, to which Darla says "now you can have anyone you want"

ep 16 Cordelia ends up saying “if anyone is wearing a push-up bra here its-- Angel!” when Angel surprises her entering the room, (Also, Wesley describes a type of demon that howls when they are preparing to fight or mate, next scene angel is fighting them while they howl(they appear male), I know this one is a reach, but I’m putting it here bc it made me laugh).

ep 17 so he reads girl-celebs magazines and remembers this rumor about an actor? sure

also this ep Cordy(known fashion lover) compliment's Angelus fashion sense "Angelus would never wear those pants".

In the buffyverse they say everything is the same without the soul except there's no guilt, meaning no repression about what he would like to wear. So if it hadn't been obvious from before, Angel is also a fashion lover, except repressed about it.

ep 18 there was nothing much here except if you count that Darla asks him "have you met someone else?" no gender-specific.

And/or this interaction with Linsdey cuz come on the tension, the banter, the 'was it necessary getting this close?'

ep 19 Again nothing textual unless you count that Wesley risks his life and goes against the Watchers council for him, even if it means helping someone he hates(Faith), and his loyalty to Angel is called a perversion(also how does angel look so small here??asdfsas)

ep 20 two little things, first, does this joke "you show me yours, I'll show you mine" Angel says to intimidate a guy count? lol

Second, in this ep they get paid to search for blackmail pictures of a guy who went to a demon script club, after Angel takes them back Wesley looks at them, and he seems weirded out. Angel is besides him and only with a quick look he is able to tell the pictures are upside down, Wesley turns them and looks at them again, he says "oh, I can't imagine it was pleasant" to which angel makes this face like uhm???

In any case I put it here cuz even if its not an "angel=gay" moment it certainly shows he has experience with Unconventional sex staff

eps 21 and 22 I didn't catch anything, but in the last ep the "supernatural= other(queer/disabled/etc)" thing is easier to see. Because there's Kate again with the irrational hate like "I'll rid the city of your kind" etc just after Angel saves someone.

And the last scene shows the way your friends don't mind the "weird" parts of you even if you or most people do

a super endearing moment that happens just before the show promises Angel that he will "as a reward" be normal eventually, which weird, cuz then, Is the message of the story that you can find peace by finding a mission and loved ones who accept you as you are? or is it you can find peace only as long as you are useful to the normal 'innocent' people around you, and you work toward being normal? idk

#I think I started this after I saw a lot of comments on yt in a random vid calling angel straight #like how dare you insult him like that #sadfasdfsadfsdf #but I kept the bit going cuz it was funny #ats #angel ats #angel btvs #btvs #also disclaimer cuz I've seen lot of rotten staff out there #I'm not including things like: this character acts like a mother this character is saved by others a lot #or this character likes pink or cooks or is shirtless a lot #cuz those are just gender stereotypes that actually are just human things not femenine or masculine #not inherent in men or women #so I don't believe a male character having or doing staff society considers feminine means they ARE gay or feminine #lol thats so backwards #those staff only get in the list if another character or the show somehow explicitly classifies them #as a sign of being 'too feminine for a man' or gay #this attempts to be from the show's perspective

[amethystfairy1]

(Buckle up, this is gonna be a long one.)

Hi! Hello! How are you? :]

Let me just say, your work is simply incredible.

I've been binge-reading your TTSBC series for a few days now, as you can probably tell from all the kudos (you deserve them!), and I have been going crazy

First of all, I think this was the first Hermitcraft ship fic I've read. Conclusions/thoughts;

1) You've made me a flower husbands fan, great job, I am now obsessed with them

2) the relationship between Scott and Martyn is so precious to me, you have no idea

3) I am now a fan of ALL the relationships you've written; flower husbands, treebark, desert duo, Tango/Zed, Lizzie/Joel, Shelby/ Katherine, Etho/Doc (I hope I didn't forget anyone)

4) PEARL IS A MENACE AND I LOVE HER. SHE IS MY FAVOURITE, YOU HAVE NO IDEA. She is the big sister™ and she is the best

5)Scar is a sweetheart and that is a FACT. HE WAS SO SWEET TO CUB?? AND TO GRIAN?? I LOVE HIM

6) I absolutely love mom Cleo, her and Bdubs are so kind and thoughtful and caring to each other, I will simply explode

7) KATHERINE STRAIGHT UP JUST SAID "nope" AND WENT BACK TO THE UNDER-CITY

8) I need more Scott as a journalist. I need to see his hunger to get all the details. I need to see him use his silver-tongue skills on someone, and I need to see Jimmy(or anyone) be scared but also fascinated. I need to see more Scott and Pearl fighting for the best interview.

I don't even watch cc!Scott, and now look at me. Im obsessed with his character.

9) PESKY BIRDS BEING LITTLE WAS THE CUTEST THING EVER I WILL CRY TEARS OF JOY. SMALL BDUBS?? CHILDREN ARE SO CUTE

10) I also,,, kinda,,, want to see someone react a bit badly to seeing their partner being from the under-city. Maybe,,, Martyn being angry with being lied to? Maybe,,, Scott screaming at him that what he's doing is helping no one? Maybe, maybe,,,,

(im secretly an angst-girlie at heart, what can I say. I love me some good hurt/comfort)

11)JOEL AND LIZZIE'S BACKSTORY IS ALL I NEEDED IN LIFE, I CAN NOW DIE HAPPILY

12) please let zed and tango have a happy ending pleasepleasepleasePLEASEPLE-

13) also the titles have all been so cool! I saw a post of yours that said you use terms of endearment, and I thought that was really cute :)

14) SOUP GROUP

In conclusion, I am crazy for your work, please feed us more.

To show you how crazy I've been over this series;

I went completely nuts, explaining to my friend some basics about it the moment I was sure I've read everything, and Im probably gonna make them read it too. I've already sent them the link to the series.

They are not even a Minecraft fan. They don't know what Hermitcraft is.

Anyway, this was all to say; you're amazing, your work is truly fantastic, your writing style is one of the best I've ever seen/read (and I've read a lot of fics, do not doubt me)

Please don't feel forced to write anything I've said! I'm just throwing ideas that came over my head when reading!

(your traveling thieves series is also amazing! Im just currently full of ttsbc thoughts rn, its eating me alive /pos)

Hope my spam liking was not annoying!

Have a great day!

:D

It was not annoying in the SLIGHTEST!

Hello hello, thank you, thank you! I'm so glad TTSBC has been so enjoyable for you and that you've had fun binge reading all of it!

I am delighted and honored to be the first author you've read that has written Hermitshipping and that you've enjoyed it and it's caused you to love all my ships! That's a great day for a fanfic author!!!

FLOWER HUSBANDS ARE MY FAVORITE! More people who like Flower Husbands? HAPPIER I AM! It is a DIRECT correlation!

Someone commented at some point that they reminded them of drunk girls comforting each other in the bathroom after a party, and I think that's exactly accurate 😆

YES! ALL THE SHIPS!

Pearl is the Big Sister ™️ of the group and if anyone hurts any of her little siblings it is game over!

Scar is SUCH a sweetheart in this AU! He's a superhero, he's a boyfriend, he's a best friend, he's a professor, and he's just doing his best to juggle it all!

Zom-Mom and Sentient Glowstick. Only the best combo!

Katherine said "Wait crap I think that was the love of my life!" and dove back in!"

Journalist Scott will be making a return in several pieces of the future, don't you worry! We'll get to see him strut his stuff! I'm very glad I've gotten you to love c!Scott even if you don't watch cc!Scott, that's just the best!

PESKY BIRRRRRRRBS!

ooooo there's an angsty take. Hm. Well, there is certainly more angst on the docket for everyone, I assure you, and while I can't promise that brand of angst in particular, there is other stuff left to unpack! Please look forward to it!

JOEL AND LIZZE! BUTTERFLY AND CAT LADY! MARRIED FOR OVER A DECADE AND RUNNING A BAKERY! ADORABLE!

Zedango will return! That is all I shall say!

I'm so glad you like the titles! I think it's very cute but I have to admit I'm starting to struggle to come up with terms of endearment I haven't used before 😆

SOUP GROUP

I'm so glad you're trying to get your friend into TTSBC! The nice thing is I don't think it's too terribly difficult to spring into without context of watching any of the CCs because the characters all pretty much explain themselves within the AU. Maybe looking up some fanart for what everyone ought to look like, but it's not the worst thing!

Glad to hear you also like Traveling Thieves! I was gonna point you that way when you said you were an angst girlie so good that you're already there!

Thanks so much for coming by! 💖

#fanfic #ao3 fanfic #hermitcraft #traffic smp #through the sky blue cracks #life series #hermitshipping #trafficshipping #empires smp

[makeitastrength]

There are now 10 main characters on The Rookie — rank them! 😈

Oh my gosh, seriously? This is just evil, Sarah! Evil! Okay, let’s see…

1. Tim

Before anyone comes at me with pitchforks, let me just clarify that I love Lucy too. But Tim edges her out for the top spot here because (1) he’s had such incredible character growth and the most consistent character arc, and (2) I relate to him the most. From the moment we watched him encounter Isabel in the pilot, I knew he was going to be such a complex and compelling character, and I just love him so much.

2. Lucy

For as much as I relate to Tim, I relate to certain aspects of Lucy as well. While I’ll never be remotely as badass as she is, I definitely understand her on an emotional and psychological level. She’s come such a long way, and I’ve enjoyed watching her find herself and her confidence. I am forever in awe of her ability to maintain a positive outlook on people and on the world, despite what’s happened to her. And I’m absolutely loving her arc so far in season 6!

3. Nyla

Give me a tale of growth and redemption, and I’m there. It’s one of my favorite things, to watch someone battle their demons and become a better version of themselves. And despite seeing her softer side come out, she still has nerves of steel and is such a badass. I feel like things have calmed down for her a bit recently and I’d love to see them dig into her complexity more in the coming episodes.

4. Angela

Oh, Angela. She’s strong. She’s feisty. She’s such a good friend to Tim. She’s so relatable with her pregnancies and the challenges of motherhood (of course, I say this as someone who has been through neither of those things). Honestly, how can you not love her? The only thing keeping her a little further down the list is the lack of character development we’ve seen for her recently.

5. Aaron

Honestly, I liked him from the start. But it’s another tale of redemption, of sorts, so I guess that’s not too surprising. I’ve enjoyed watching him learn and grow and find justice for his friend. And I think there’s more in store for him this season. Plus, he has so many unexpectedly hilarious moments that always crack me up.

6. Celina

I didn’t like Celina at all at first, but she’s grown on me as they’ve calmed her down. And her storyline with her mom did a lot to humanize her and endear me to her. I think she has the potential to bring a lot of complexity to the show and I hope we see more and more of that.

7. Grey

How can you not love him? He’s such a papa bear. I always enjoy the episodes that feature him more heavily, and I wish we got to see more of him. He’s such a calm presence, with his own moments of humor thrown in as well.

8. Wesley

I don’t dislike Wesley. He’s adorable, and he and James as bffs are so much fun! I just don’t feel like I have a lot to go off of here. He had some great scenes early on, but lately it’s seemed like they don’t entirely know what to do with him so they just don’t do much of anything.

9. Bailey

I’m not a Bailey hater but I’ve also never been a Bailey fan, for reasons others have already pointed out. Mainly, it’s the fact that she was too unrealistically good at everything, at least at first. They’ve toned that down some, and I actually liked the abusive husband storyline she had. But now the main issue is that she has no real place in the show and therefore no depth. We see her with Nolan or we see her inexplicably popping up at crime scenes, and that’s it. She just doesn’t really fit the show but they’ve tried to wedge her in, and it’s made for a character that’s just difficult to invest in or relate to.

10. Nolan

Again, I don’t dislike Nolan. I actually liked him a lot initially. But now I just could not possibly be less invested in him. Seemingly no matter what he does or what situation he ends up in, he finds his way out with few to no consequences. And when you know that’s how it’s going to end, there are no stakes.

#okay actually this wasn’t quite as hard as I expected it to be #asked and answered #quesera #the rookie #chenford

[troublemakingrebel]

Fanfic Tag Game

Ayyy, @krankittoeleven, thanks for tagging! Love these little lists!

1. How many fics do you have on AO3?

34! (I used to write in two languages, but for this game i count only the English ones)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

295,814... (~1.5 times more words than "Fellowship of the Ring" by JRR Tolkien *sweating*)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Totally obsessed with Assassin's Creed (Valhalla in particular), but also have some WIPs for Cyberpunk 2077.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Right Behind You (Witcher 3), a piece about epic friendship & love between Geralt of Rivia and the absolute husband material Emiel Regis

10 years apart, no more (AC Valhalla), a fix-it for the fLicKEriNg flame nonsense (if you know you know...)

Shall We? (AC Syndicate), another fix-it that makes Maxwell Roth survive the fire as there's no fire at all

The Truth (The Wolf Among Us), about shaky relationship between the Big Bad Wolf and the Woodsman (i'm so surprised it made it to the top-5!!)

In the Belly of the Beast (AC Valhalla), about Ivarr Ragnarsson eating the forbidden Saxon fruit while no one is watching hehe

5. Do you respond to comments?

Of course! Can't leave them hanging there in silence!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Usually, I don't do sad endings, but the most bitter-sweet one is Pebble (Dragon Age: Inquisition) about a kossith who cuts his massive horns off to look more like a human so he could follow his lover to the city where kossith race isn't welcome :c Although I don't think his lover would let him go there anyway......

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Haha every other one :D But Sun, Rum and Gunpowder (AC Black Flag) has the happiest and the most carefree vibes whatsoever!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not on the fics, but the ships! I just delete those because why is it an author's problem suddenly that some people don't know how filters work??

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Oh, I sure do ;> It's not extremely explicit (no holes in sight, but dicks and balls can be spotted) and is mostly focused on emotions and dialogues.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Nope, but I write AUs sometimes to spice things up! Modern days AUs are the bane of my existence, and still... somehow... I keep making them...

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, but I noticed my lines and phrases in the stories of fellow writers. I appreciate it!!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yeah!! Out of all possible fics, it was The Remnants of a Ruined Past, a Mad Max (the game!) story translated into Polish. Love it lots!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Never as i am incapable to work in groups haha. I did some challenges though, such as picking a theme and writing something small with a fren to compare the results later. It's very fun and helps to keep your brain gears spinning!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Like, the one and only ship that I could bring along if I was stuck on a desert island? Or the one I don't even write for anymore but carry in my heart daily? The former would be Hawke x Varric (Dragon Age 2) because they're a comfort ship with many possibilities for plots. The latter is Ezio x Leonardo (AC II + Brotherhood + Revelations) and Arthur x Eames (Inception) because they started it all hehe.

15. What’s a fic you’d like to finish but don’t think you ever will?

It's a compilation of drabbles written for a very niche CGI Resident Evil movie (Damnation) & very rare pair that i was planning to continue for as long as the planet keeps spinning, but got overwhelmed with the amount of ideas I had in mind :c

16. What are your writing strengths?

Humor and dialogues!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Everything el– 🥲 Deep character studies, believable politics and fights.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

A big yes from me, it ads depth and character when used correctly. Also, it's very interesting to keep an evening reading about the language you're planning to use, even it's for a few simple words.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

It was an attempt to mimic Marie Corelli and write a ficlet for her novel "The Sorrows of Satan". And then Assassin's Creed took my soul and I've never seen it since! Kinda ironic, huh...

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I'm gonna cheat bc I'm quite proud about Beautiful Decline, a series of four fics written for Assassin's Creed Valhalla. It's an enormous project that was never meant to break out from its confinements and produce three more stories lmao.

Tagging @firefly-partyn and @krankittoeleven if you wanna join!

#ask game #tag game

[bratshaws]

goodness gracious 102. brb x oc -finale-

THIS FIC IS 18+ ONLY! MINORS PLS DNI!

a/n: and....it happened my sweets. WE REACHED THE END OF goodness gracious. But as you well know, this isn't the end of Bea and Rooster. I just want to thank you ALL for giving my fic a chance, thank you, thank you so much. I feel so welcome in this fandom that even my self doubt and paranoia feels stupid sometimes haha. Anyway, enjoy the smut! And be prepared for the sequel's first chapter tomorrow, I'll link it to GG's first chapter too so everyone can UHHH get used to it??!! (also yes i did cry writing this chapter WOW)

check out the fic's playlist made by the sweet @wiipes !!

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: SMUT, SMUT SMUTTTT, mirror sex, why is rooster so kinky we may never know

chapters:

1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12/13/14/15/16/17/18/19/20/21/22/23/24/25/26/27/28/29/30/31/32/33/34/35/36/37/38/39/40/41/42/43/44

45/46/47/48/49/50/51/52/53/54/55/56/57/58/59/60/61/62/63/64

65/66/67/68/69/70/71/72/73/74/75/76/77/78/79/80/81/82/83/84

85/86/87/88/89/90/91/92/93/94/95/96/97/98/99/100/101

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“My feet are killing me.” Beatrice says once they open the door,her fingers hooked on the back of the heels, Jolene dragging her paws behind them as she was having a hard time keeping herself awake. In fact she just shook the flower collar out of her neck before hopping on the couch and immediately falling asleep, ignoring the couple still at the door.

Beatrice smiles sweetly, turning to her now husband who was just giving her a little smile, “Well,” he looks at the threshold, “It’s tradition, isn’t it? And since your feet hurt…,” she squeaks in surprise, immediately hugging his neck when he picks her bridal style - literally - laughing as he walks them inside, gently shutting the door when he hears Jolene’s loud snoring from the couch.

She giggles as he puts her down, “Thank you,” she whispers, kissing his lips as he locks the door, “Whew, what a night.” she laughs, pulling the half bun loose to the rest of her hair falls down her back, removing the tiny flowers pinned on the strands as well. Rooster follows his wife up the stairs, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his vest as he reaches the bedroom door. He leans his shoulder against the doorframe, watching Beatrice make her way into the room, gently putting the high heels aside as she rubbed her neck.

She felt his eyes on her, turning around and smiling, “Hi,” he smiles wider in response, “How are you feeling?”

“You know when you are a kid,” he begins, “And you have an amazing birthday party, you know you are tired but you don’t feel tired?” she nods while half laughing, “I know I should be exhausted, but…I’m not that much.” he also couldn’t stop looking at her, “You look so beautiful.”

Beatrice’s cheeks turn red when he says so, her smile widening, “You look very handsome yourself,” she whispers back, “Like a real prince.”

Rooster laughs breathily, dropping his head forward before entering the room, closing the door behind him, “You know,” he begins, his eyes dropping to her thigh where he knew the garter was, ‘We never got to remove your garter.” Beatrice’s cheeks got darker, but her lower lip curled into her mouth, “We should do something about it since,” he looks at his watch, “Technically it is our honeymoon, we just aren’t in Italy yet.”

“It is a fourteen hours flight, Roos.” she whispers, but she’s leaning back a bit on the bed, one of her legs straight in front of her body, “And we’ll have to get to the airport at six, so…”

But honestly neither of them seemed too worried about it, they could always sleep at the airport or at the plane or wherever, and considering how they were looking at each other it was obvious they were thinking the same thing. Rooster smirks, locking the door without taking his eyes from hers as he approaches the bed, shrugging off his suit jacket, “I promise it’ll be an activity that will make both of us so tired we’ll reach Palermo rejuvenated.”

Beatrice chews her lower lip even more, following his tall broad frame get closer and closer, eyelids low as he kneels in front of her, she could feel his fingertips tapping the outer side of her calves, making their way over to her thighs so he could figure out where exactly the garter was. “...y-you make a very good point.” 

“I knew you’d agree,Mrs.Bradshaw.” his smirk only widens and with the only light source coming from the moonlight that peeked through the curtains, it made this whole experience almost ethereal, Rooster didn’t look real - like often - but adding that now he was her husband made the whole ordeal appear unreal. Beatrice continues chewing her lower lip, his fingers trailing all the way up her thighs, pulling the tulle along so he could see it better.

Once her knee is visible, he drops a kiss there, then proceeds to make a trail of wet kisses up until he reaches the garter, his eyes immediately meeting hers as soon as his teeth bite the elastic lace, her leg lifting just enough so he could pull it out without it getting stuck. She eased out a soft sigh, her cheeks burning so brightly she looked like a ripe tomato but she couldn’t move her eyes from him even if she tried. 

He looks down at the garter in his hand as soon as he pulls it off, analyzing the intricate patterns and delicate lace that made it, before he sets it aside, “I might keep it as a bookmarker.” he jokes, “So I don’t forget this night.”

“Oh, you t-think it’ll be forgetful, Roos?”

He laughs while shaking his head, “No,I think it’ll be fucking amazing,” he pushes himself to his feet, “Stand up for me, gorgeous?” she does once he steps back enough, already knowing what he planned and giving her back to him. Beatrice feels him brushing her hair to the side so he can see the zipper that kept the dress together. Memories of last year’s Halloween when he stood behind her - the very day they declared their love for each other - comes to mind and she couldn’t deny how fitting it was to think of it again, hours after their wedding ceremony.

The dress was much easier to remove than the bodysuit, she held back a surprised gasp when she felt his mustache tickling the side of her neck, with his hands sliding down her arms so the sleeves would drop faster. Beatrice’s eyes fluttered closed, her blush going down her neck to her chest, feeling goosebumps following his wandering hands. 

Her chest got colder, then she felt the fabric pool at her feet, followed by the sound of her husband’s clothes rustling, she blinks her eyes open and turns around to see he’s removing his vest - his eyes are deep black because of his pupils- and Beatrice holds his hands, “Wait,” she whispers, chewing her lower lip the very second Rooster ceased his movements, “Can I?”

Usually that was his line, because he worried about her comfort, he worried about her thoughts getting too overwhelming and he just wanted her to be okay with him. The fact that Beatrice voiced those words sent chills all over her body, “Yeah.” he breathes out, watching her gently pick the dress up and set on the futon by the end of the bed as folded as she could make it. 

Her undergarments were simple, yet perfect for her, with the lace and the light pink color, making the image of a fairy be even more ingrained in his brain. She returns, standing int front of him and leaning up so their lips would meet.

They’ve been kissing a lot that night, no more than usual if he was honest, but something about this kiss was different. They were husband and wife now, there’s a whole new weight that was lifted from their shoulders, the cold of her rings touching his cheek when she cups his face, keeping him there with her. It was a thank you inside a kiss, a thank you for everything from now and beyond and a promise that she’d never leave him.

It’s strange how they both can feel the same emotions just by kissing, some people say that when you find the one, your soulmate, you don’t need words. You just know it. Her smaller hands drop from his face to his shoulders, feeling his defined arms through the fabric, before she drags them forward to the middle where she starts to unbutton his shirt. They never stop kissing when she does so, in fact the kissing gets more intense than before. He pushes them forward so her back is touching the wall.

She gasps into his mouth, pushing the shirt open so he can shrug it off alongside the maroon colored tie, not caring about it as much as she was with her dress, preferring to keep his hands on her body. But Beatrice wasn’t too far behind, her smaller hands dropped from his broad shoulders to his defined chest and six pack, following the dark happy trail until she reached the edge of his dark pants.

Rooster groans into her mouth when she presses her palm against the bulge in his pants, moving his hips forward to grind against her hand. Beatrice’s lips formed a smile against his lips, hooking her thumb on the seam of his pants until she found the little button that kept it closed. Her husband just moaned again, trying to get some friction out of that but Beatrice just unbuttoned his hands and let it fall to the ground.

He kicked them aside much like the rest of his clothes, now both were only wearing their undergarments and they finally broke up for air, chest heaving and mouths flushed red. His eyes move from her face to her scarlet blush covered chest, before he picks her up by her thighs and takes them to the bed, where he hovers on top of her, his massive frame almost shielding her from the moonlight coming through, “Fuck you are so beautiful.” he whispers, following the lace on her bra and panties, focusing on the dark damp spot already forming on her panties’ crotch just from their kissing, “You get so wet for me.”

Beatrice hitches a breath, “Always.” and he had to try to control himself at how she curved her spine and stretched her arms upwards on the bed, the pose making her curves even more pronounced and making her look like an actual pinup in a WWII poster. He licks his lips, dropping his mouth back on hers, then slowly makes his way down to her neck, kissing right under her jaw exactly where he knows it’s her weak spot.

Her soft gasp in response already adds to the sexual tension, but he wants to take it slow, it’s their very first night as a married couple, he wanted it to be special just like their actual first time was. Plus, his wife looked beautiful, he wanted to admire her a little bit more. 

His soft lips travel down her neck to her collarbones, then to her cleavage where he presses a kiss right in between her breasts, his hands coming up her waist until they reach her back, quickly finding the clasp and opening it one handed. He only pulls back to help her get rid of the lacy top and leave her upper body bare. No matter how many times he had seen her naked, he always had to admit Beatrice had “The most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen.”

She laughs sweetly, dropping her arms by the sides of her head as she watches how his gaze stood still on her newly uncovered breasts, his dark briefs looking even more tented than before, “You always compliment them.”

“Listen, don’t get me wrong,” he laughs, “Nothing against the women who want to add some more but the fact that this is completely natural is…great.” her breasts bounce in reply when she laughs again, “I mean, fuck Bea.” he growls, “Everything in you is fucking beautiful.”

There were times earlier in their relationship where she couldn’t really take the compliment without feeling tears sting her eyes, but now…now she was in a completely different mindset, she didn’t doubt him anymore. She just misled serenely in response, her brown hair partially hiding her eyes as she looked up at him, “You look like a pinup, seriously,” he suddenly confesses.

Beatrice takes in his words, “Maybe that’s an idea for a future photoshoot.” she coos and Rooster’s eyes snap up to her own, hunger written in the brown irises “So you can have something to put on the F-18 when you are gone.”

“Fuck,babe.” he breathes out in amazement, kissing the outerside of her breast, “Don’t fuckin’ tease me like that.” but Beatrice laughed a bit more, just in time for his mouth to fall on her nipple and the hand not holding himself upwards travels down to her panties, tugging at the elastic enough so he could slide his hand inside. Beatrice’s quiet moans were music to his ears, a whole concert if he was being honest.

She was so vocal for someone so shy and nervous, it really meant that she felt comfortable with him to let loose and that was honestly the best part of all this: she trusted him wholeheartedly. It took a while for her to break those scared walls that surrounded her but now that she did there wasn’t anything else holding her back. Her moaning got louder when his teeth gently nip her nipple, just a gentle bite but enough to make the brunette arch her back in response.

Two fingers moved back and forth inside her panties, against her outer lips and clit, not entering yet , just rubbing her soft center and feeling the fluids sticking to his digits even more. Beatrice gasps out his name when he moves to the opposite breast, licking along the way until he reached its twin just in time to press his palm heel against her clit a bit harder, earning a sharper moan from his wife.

Beatrice’s flushed chest turned darker, the tiny freckles he noticed after so long together almost disappearing under the dark pink blush only made her even more endearing. He wanted her to have a wonderful night, he knew she desired it just as much as the way her nails clung on his shoulders and how her head was tilted back.

He pulls back from her breast, something that earns a soft gasp of surprise from Beatrice, only to press his lips to hear ear just in time to insert his index and middle finger into her. He could see her goosebumps and could hear her soft moan when he finally did so smirking against her soft skin, “You are so fuckin’ beautiful, Bea.” he coos, moving his fingers slowly at first, straddling one of her thighs in the process, “So fuckin’ beautiful.”

“B-Brad…”

“All flushed up and so wet for me.” he whispers on her skin, feeling her thighs wrap around his arm as he moves his fingers, she turns her head towards him so their eyes meet. “Fuck I love you so much.”

“I love y-you too…” she whispers, moving her hips to meet his hand, whining quietly whenever he hit that special spot inside of her. “Roos…” but he’s not speeding up, in fact, he is pulling out, “W-What–”

“It’s our first night as a married couple babe,” he whispers a bit out of breath himself, “It’s going to be fuckin’ special, gorgeous.” he once again looks down at her body, pulling the panties down her legs and letting them flop to the floor before he moves to his own dark briefs, rolling them down his thick thighs until nothing else has him covered.

Beatrice bites her lower lip, he was all sharp lines and firm muscles, she couldn’t help but always admire him, “What do you have in mind?” she wasn’t even mad he stopped, too curious to know what he was planning. Her husband smirked, the corner of his lip lifted as he grabbed her by the hips,pulling her closer to the edge of the bed until he could grab both of her ass cheeks.

She knew he was strong, he had proven that time and time again, but it always surprised her when he picked her up. She squeaks out a laugh, holding on his neck out of habit even though she knew he wouldn’t let her fall, “Funny you asked.” he says quietly, flipping them around so he’s the one lying on the bed instead, “Because at the wedding you, besides looking like a fucking fairy princess,.” Beatrice bites her lip with a smile “You looked fucking sexy and it made me wonder if we could have a quickie before the reception.”

She gasped with her eyes wide,”Bradley Nicholas, you didn’t.” he nods without any shame on his face, rubbing her legs from hip to knee, “And is that your plan now?”

“I don’t plan on being quick.” 

“Of course not.” she smiles, chewing her lower lip again before she speaks, “...Roos, you do know I stopped the birth control shots,right?”

His hands still on the curve of her hip, his eyes meeting hers immediately and his smile slowly faltering. He completely forgot she stopped the birth control shots - they weren’t able to do much since they were so busy with the wedding.  And for a second, for a brief yet intense second, the idea that now they could have a child whenever they made love did something to him.

He wasn’t a guy who was turned on by the idea of popping children left and right, but he did enjoy the image of Beatrice carrying a baby - their baby. Just the very thought was already making the hairs on his arms stand on end and he had no idea how to react to that. He couldn’t explain, maybe it was how raw that thought was, it was something they talked about before obviously but now knowing that they were going to actually be able to do it was messing with him. “...fuck.”

“Roos?”

“I forgot,” he inhales deeply, “I forgot you stopped.”

“Well, you suggested it–”

“No,no I know baby.” he didn’t want her to think he was backing out suddenly, “But…shit…I don’t know, it’s kinda hot, you know?” he laughs almost out of breath, the hands on her hips digging just enough, “Fuck it is more than kinda hot, it’s really hot.”

Beatrice looks down at her husband in surprise, “Rooster…is that a kink I’m suddenly discovering?”

“Fuck,I have no idea.” he confesses, looking so intensely into Beatrice’s eyes that the brunette’s head recoil back in surprise, “But I kinda wanna find out.” he,however, seemed to be reconsidering their location, looking around before his eyes stop at the bathroom, more specifically the bathroom’s mirror. He wastes no time in picking her up and standing, rushing to take the two of them to the bathroom, turning her around so she sees her reflection in the mirror. 

Beatrice couldn’t even figure out at first where they were until she saw her reflection, and his in the mirror. She panicked for a minute, almost ready to run away when the light on the mirror’s edge turned on automatically, illuminating the small area both of them were,giving the two of them a yellowish glow

She feels and sees his mouth pressing open kisses on the side of her neck, pushing her forward enough that she has to support herself against the sink, half open eyes following his wandering hands as he slides them down her waist, “Is this okay?” he asks quietly on her throat.

If this was months ago she’d beg him to go back to the bedroom, where it’s safe and dark and she couldn’t see herself…but the panic she felt before dissipated the more she felt his hands on her body, the more she felt how much he was turned on, the more she remembered how many times they did this just not where they could either see like that, “Yes.” she whispers, “I-It’s fine.”

Rooster eases out a sigh, dropping his forehead on the curve of her shoulder as he takes the words in. He lifts his head enough to meet her gaze on the mirror, wrapping one of his arms around her waist to pull her flush against him while the other disappears behind her to align himself to her entrance, gently pushing forward until he hilted inside. The second it happened, the moan that broke from both of them was loud enough to probably shake the windows.

Beatrice’s head tumbles forward, her hair covering most of her face as she tries to hold herself back, feeling the hand that wasn’t holding her waist slide all the way up her stomach until it reached one of her breasts, keeping it in his palm as he moved. Beatrice whimpers, the hands on the sink clenched into fists and her back was straight as a rod, he wasn’t moving fast yet, no he was keeping his movements slow and patient, he was dragging along, he just wanted to take things a bit slow tonight.

She could feel him everywhere, not only inside of her, he was such a big presence that she felt surrounded by him, “Brad…G-God…” she still has her head tumbled forward, which to him couldn’t be done. 

He wasn’t going to tug her hair and push her back, instead he combed her hair to the side and pressed kisses up the curve of her shoulder to her ear, “Look up baby,look up…” he says in breathy whispers as Beatrice whines again, slowly lifting her head with her hair still in front of her eyes. Bradley combed the long brown strands back so her vision wasn’t obstructed by it.

Beatrice, once her gaze sharpened on what she was seeing, felt her body shudder upon seeing their reflection together, his face right next to hers with his lips on her cheek but his eyes meeting her own, “Fuck, look at you,” he whispers, moving his hips in a wave like motion against her behind something she appreciated a lot considering the moan that came out of her mouth, “Fuckin’ beautiful thing you are, can’t fuckin’ get enough of you.”

His words, added to the reflection, was doing something to her. Usually he didn’t have to do much because,well, it was Rooster. He could make eating cereal be sexy - which happened before -  he didn’t have to do much to drive her crazy, “R-Roos…” she whispered, her eyes barely open but still looking at them. She whimpers, her own hand topping his own on her breast to keep it there, her hips moving back to meet his thrusts.

“Yeah, baby?” his deep voice replies on her ear, “What do you need?”

“I-I…”

“Huh? Do you want me to fuck you faster?” she whimpers and her channel clenches, “Do you want me to make you bend over this sink, huh? Is that what you want?” she couldn’t reply, too busy moaning quietly, but the way her hips were meeting his - the plush of her ass meeting his navel - was already enough. “Keep your eyes on me.”

Her pupils dilated this time, “Y-Yes, Lieutenant.” he could see how the corner of her mouth lifted with amusement but he couldn’t deny how sexy her voice sounded whenever she said anything. Bradley drops his head to her shoulder, lips to her jawline and now wraps both of his arms around her waist, his thrusts speeding up just enough to make another gasp leave her mouth, a gasp that eventually turns into a broken moan.

Bradley just kept his eyes on her, on how her breasts bounced, on how her head tilted back when she moaned, on how her hair was starting to stick to her skin, “Eyes on me.” he repeats and she immediately meets his eyes through the mirror, “Good, very good recruit.” he coos, “You like when I fuck you like this,don’t you?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Yes,what?”

“Y-Yes,s-s-sir.”

His hips speed up a bit more, the sound of skin slapping echoing in their bathroom, “Fucking delicious thing you are, taking me so well aren’t you? Such a nice tight pretty pussy,” his hand swoops down to slap her ass and in turn makes a loud yelp break out of her, “That just is dripping, fuck Bea.” he drops the lieutenant role to bury his face on her neck, “Fuck,baby I love you so much.” 

“I love you too Brad…” she whimpers, turning to face his head on her shoulder, a delirious smile on her face but heart on her eyes as their gazes meet, “I love you too..I love you too…” so much happened in one year that neither of them could even explain how it worked. They met each other, dated,moved in together and got married all within a year.

Some people would call that crazy, some people wouldn’t understand how it was possible for these two people to find each other and decide to get so much done. “Bea…” he whispers, with his hips moving with more force and speed, enough to push her forward - her hands sliding until they reached some of the hygienic products on the sink, eventually dropping everything upon contact - their faces now much closer to the mirror, enough to fog the glass.

But the crazy thing is, when you find your person, you just know. “Brad–” she tosses her head back over his shoulder, one of her hands coming up to run her nails on his nape, “Roos, I’m going to cum, please!!”

“Fuck baby, you can cum,” he gasps, his hips hitting her cheeks with enough force to redden them even more, “Cum for me, gorgeous, just cum all over me, baby don’t–” she screams before he finishes the sentence, the hand on his nape goes a bit higher to tug the longest strands of brownish blonde hair but not with enough force to rip them off. His name leaves her lips when she does orgasm, the soft high pitched noises that follow only add up to his own release approaching.

He isn’t going to last long, he hugs her tighter against him, both of them perspiring enough for their bodies to become slick. He feels the tension snapping and his thrusts turn choppy as a deep - almost guttural - groan escapes from his throat, being muffled by her hair when he drops his face on top of it, clenching his eyes and brows, her smaller hand rubbing his arm soothingly as he tries to control his breathing with his hips still moving forward.

After a while there’s only their heavy breathing, nothing more. But the silence isn’t bad, in fact, the silence is very welcome because what soon follows is her quiet giggle, something that makes the pilot lift his head from her shoulder and look at her in question, “...You aren’t wrong, we’ll both be reach Palermo pretty rejuvenated.”  he blinks at her words, before his own laughter comes out to join hers, their foreheads touching and smiles bright as they keep close together.

The laughter dies down, but the smiles don’t. Beatrice’s hand drops from his hair to gently caress his face, “Thank you.”

“For what, baby?”

Her eyes shine with unshed tears, “...for loving me.” it was so quiet, albeit so sincere that Rooster himself wasn’t expecting it. But he did wipe the one tear that rolled down her face before it fell to the sink.

“I’d love you even if we never met.” he says just as sincerely, smiling when her soft laugh greets his ears, ‘...maybe we should take a bath, huh? Get squeaky clean for our honeymoon.”

‘You just want to have bathtub sex.” she jokes, but her husband pauses, giving her a look.

“Well,I wasn’t…but now I got an idea.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader

[itskenickie]

Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks....

i’ve done this before but i feel it needs an update!! :D

1. sansa stark.

i actually hated her during my first of got but when i rewatched it, i liked her character more and realized that she was a child who was sheltered from the world. she grew up to be a powerful and respected woman ❤️

2. haruno sakura!

i never hated her but i also didn’t think much of her until later on but she is my all time favorite female character from an anime. she’s strong, intelligent and hard working. the fact that jiraiya, a sanin, complimented her for being stronger than tsunade, A HOKAGE, despite not coming from a powerful clan says a lot!!

3. hatake kakashi

i’ve loved kakashi way before watching naruto and after watching it i grew to love him even more. he’s the love of my life. my husband. and the father of my children 🥰

4. KAEYA FROM GENSHIN IMPACT MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE WHO IS SMART INTELLIGENT BEAUTIFUL STRONG AND TALENTED!! MY PRECIOUS LITTLE BOY WHOM I WOULD TALE A BULLET FOR!!

5. fushiguro toji

idk what anyone says about him this man loves megumi with all of his heart he’s just terrible at expressing it 😭😭 i’ve made a post on why i think he’s a good dad too. also he’s super strong and hella hot!! the fact that he can take down the zen’in clan but he chose NOT TO still amazes me!!

6. bakugo

i watched bnha for dabi but i stayed for bakugo!! i honestly don’t give a shit what happens in the manga/anime as long as bakugou is safe and sound!! he’s just this little bow with an inferiority complex who works very hard to be a pro hero and i think he’s severely under appreciated :(

7. sanemi

if you’ve noticed a pattern then you’re right, i AM attracted to men with tragic backstories!! despite being aggressive, he’s actually such a sweetheart :( his childhood and the shit he went through made him a lil gremlin but he’s actually such a good boy!! and a mama’s boy too i love him so much 😭😭

8. obito

idk how this happened tbh. i think it’s because i ship obikaka a lot that i started to appreciate obito more as a character. i really love his story and his powers plus he’s handsome. also!! tragic backstory!!

9. maxi from under the oak tree

she’s such a sweetheart i love her so so much!!

10. serena from the manhwa serena

she’s such a fucking badass i love her omg!! and her character design is such a 👩🏻‍🍳💋

#sansa stark #haruno sakura #kakashi #kaeya #toji #bakugo #sanemi #obito #under the oak tree #selena manhwa

[dragonflies-draw-flame]

9 people you'd like to get to know better

@ashcrow @jaynesilver @fallingdeeperintothispit @moondyad @tomatette Thank you all for tagging me!! It made me smile ❤️.

1. Three ships: Uh, yeah, I only have one right now because I don't think my brain could handle another. God knows my "Marked for Later" list on AO3 certainly couldn't, either 😅. Kylux, obviously.

2. First ever ship? In my head? Merry/Pippin from LOTR, though I admitted that to NO ONE at the time. First written ship was a female OC whom I wasn't entirely sure whether I shipped with Aragorn or Legolas...decisions, decisions.

3. Last song? I honestly cannot remember, though there was an excellent chance it was something by Within Temptation.

4. Last film? Crazy Rich Asians (only a few years late watching it, shame on me!).

5. Currently reading: Besides like three different fics—The Legend of Sleepy Hollow by Washington Irving. I just couldn't stop thinking about that breathtaking Sleepy Hollow art by @klodwig. Tell me I don't need to write a Sleepy Hollow AU until I finish my other WIPs.

6. Currently watching: NCIS. Second time for me, but I thought my husband would love it (and he does).

7. Currently consuming: Nothing, because it's 4:00 in the morning and I need to go back to sleep.

8. Currently craving: These pumpkin cranberry streusel muffins...which I've been craving for like a week and will hopefully make soon. They're great, but on the tart side—make sure you like cranberries if you make them!

Tagging (if you wish!): Well, I haven't been active on Tumblr that long so looks like most people I know here have already done this! But I'd like to add @gardening-darling @nerdherderette @unreconstructedfangirl @heartmanor @marlonbookcase @mothdustmouth :).

[13docwriting]

So I'll start with the fact that I am, indeed, a fan of Chibnall's era. I am an even bigger fan of the 13th Doctor. I'll also start with the fact that I quite literally grew up with RTD's writing and loved Ten with all my heart. But now I am an adult and some of RTD's writing has left me a bit scared. Here's my "live streaming" review on The Star Beast. SPOILERS BELOW!

I'm going in order of how I processed things, so it's gonna be chaotic. My first essay is this: You know why this post is so long? It's because we're not livestreaming things anymore. I'm not immediately with other fans in real time, typing out our little posts. I'm quite literally doing this at my leisure. I'll miss watching DW live. Now then, in order! 1. The music? Ten out of ten. I have always loved Gold's compositions and he did not let us down. And this opinion is only being generated from the new(er) theme song. Which leads me to...

2. Look at the B U D G E T. Even the opening credits has a budget that you can just FEEL. Those stars/galaxies? Very nice... And then I have to chuckle over the low level lighting / 2000s era effects of David Tennant's full profile voiceover of Donna and his story.

3. Him taking the boxes, seeing Donna's face, and slowly putting the boxes back is an RTD special and I LOVE that kind of comedy. It just makes me chuckle. And then him having a full blown panic over hearing Donna shout "Rose!" which... 4. Having these little call back moments feels rather bitter since we're calling this a reboot of the show. UNLESS the reboot is when Nucti starts up? But the fact that I'm confused just shows how bitter I should be. Again, my Chibnall love is showing. I don't believe in yet another reboot for DW, but that's a marketing thing over anything else... I hope. 5. I'm glad the 2000s Rose/Doctor shipping era lives strong through the name Rose. I know those fans are going to be happy and they deserve it. 6. NOW... Donna having a family. Okay. I'll have a separate post but... Does anyone else think that Donna having a husband just doesn't fit for her? Especially with her memories erased? Idk, I just never envisioned Donna getting married after the whole Lance thing. BUT I'm glad she's happy and the husband seems so nice. 7. Donna giving up that lottery money? Also strange considering she lost her memories. The first time we meet Donna we get this feeling that she's a bit shallow, which makes sense because she has to develop as a character. That was her character development so here KEEPING the money would have made more sense here. Which...

8. Rose. That's all. She's great!

9. Hey, can't help but notice, but when did the 14th Doctor have time to make a new screwdriver, huh? What gives? AND - AND there's not a single hint of 13's sonic on there. HMM. What the heck!

10. FORGOT SOMETHING. Whatever the line was "that says mistress" "Oh, catch up, will you?" I don't know how to take in this scene quite yet, but it's making me pause. It felt... Off kilter. Maybe cause I love 13 so much, I don't know. There's always callbacks to other faces when the Doctor first regenerations, but this felt... Wrong? Also, TEE HEE my mind went to Missy IMMEDIATELY and I love that little connection my fic writing brain is going wild.

11. WHY DOES UNIT HAVE SO MUCH MONEY???? Look at this uniforms, holy cow! I almost don't like it? Like, they're an underground agency. WE JUST SAW THEM GET DESTROYED BY CYBERMEN IN THE POWER OF THE DOCTOR. Are we just ignore that entire episode or...?

12. Donna not being able to keep a job? Yeah, THAT one I believe haha.

13. "I will burn down the world for you, darling" says Donna Noble to her transgender kid. WHICH IS AMAZING, WHICH MADE ME SMILE SO WIDE I WAS HAVING A PARTY IN MY BRAIN. There's my Donna! 14. "Gramps used to talk about flying saucers" oh god my heart. I teared up a little, not going to lie. Wilf, I think about you every single day. You made the Doctor the person he is today.

15. MEEP IS SO CUTE. OH WOW. I know "evil" is coming but SO CUTE RIGHT NOW.

16. To go from some excellent animatronics from the Meep to whatever those alien, fly things are was HILARIOUS. What, we'd run out of money for those costume's? Were they meant to look like a typical RTD alien back in the 2000s? How does that work?

17. WHAT THE ACTUAL FLYING FUCK WAS THE SONIC DOING. Wait, did Disney give the sonic some magical powers? Why are we suddenly writing in the air? How are we getting readouts of the ship from the sonic like that? Could it do that before? Why would we not do that before? I'm dying that's so funny.

18. Shirley seems cool!!! I hope we get more of her! And I love the nod to PROPER representation. Chibs did a good job of that as well. Edit: REAL representation! Good on RTD. The scene with the stairs and she says "don't make me the problem"... I am not a wheelchair user but I do hope that was properly done. 19. "I absolutely love her [Donna]" LOOK AT 14 HAVING FEELINGS! Aww, I hope 15 follows through with the feelings! 11, 12, and 13 have been so locked up, so scared to love... Having a Doctor that's ready to loudly embrace their love for things would be such a good character development. (My fear would be RTD ripping that away in the most tragic way possible, but that's a future problem I suppose).

20. I'm at the scene where Rose is talking to the Meep in the shed, and just, again, THE MUSIC. We did have some good musical moments in 13's era but, even I have to admit, nothing as pretty as this. It really is something, round of applause once again.

21. LISTEN. L I S T E N. I don't condone slapping the Doctor. I don't. In fact, it's wrong. It's very wrong. And you can't slap 13, can you? So slapping 14 shouldn't make sense. It's the definition of sexist. It's just not something you should do. BUT. B U T. Jackie's "stitch this, mate" is always in my head and now THIS "here we go again" after Sylvia gives the Doctor a good slap... I laughed, okay? It was funny! But really, in the good year of 2023, there shouldn't be comedy like that. That joke should have died. BUT I LAUGHED. So I'm to blame as well.

22. "Never mind about the ferret from mars." I LOVE the mars callback from Donna, thank you very much.

23. Kate looking after Wilf damn near brought tears to my eyes. Kate, you are the real hero of the DW universe. Thank you.

24. This is... This is gonna be another post. But. Okay. So. The whole "you're assuming he as a pronoun". Right. Okay. I know groups of people that talk like that. Both online and in person. Personal life spoiler, I work(ed) in musical theater. I've seen it all. I, personally, do not like this whole... "Let's be really obvious about it" thing. And also highly believe in someone else first telling me, when it fits, what their pronouns are. Having someone pull the defensive "YOU ASSUMED" crap doesn't work because humans don't think like that. It's a whole other rant, but yeah. This felt forced and I hate when shows do that. Representation is important but FORCING that representation doesn't help.

25. what's the. what's the sonic doing. what. how'd it. we got lines in the air. we got unbelievable shield. we. he waved it like a wand and now. what the. how'd. (Yo, not me head cannoning that this is 13 banging around in 14's head demanding that they have a better way to protect their friends. Love it). I WILL HAVE A LOT MORE THOUGHTS ON THIS.

26. DW has money now. That will continue to blow my mind.

27. "This is a sonic screwdriver and if it's good at one thing, it's resonating concrete". Oh yeah, Doctor? I'd like to bring forth you, never once, being able to do it. Not once! (And now it's good at creating magical shields and complex, alien holograms, but that's point #25)

28. Where'd in hell's name did he get that wig and how soon can Donna throw it out a window?

29. MEEP YOU - YOU UTTER AHOLE. Man, it was SO CUTE

30. O k a y. I take back, holy crap what point am I on? I take back point #7. So there's some of the Doctor left in her, eh? That's why! I dig that. I really, really dig that. Sorry for being a downer, that was my mistake.

31. I too can come up with technobabble bullcrap that means nothing. I sometimes think that's RTD's biggest failing, his incessant need to over describe things. EDIT. JEEZ, a good five minutes later as we're STILL talking gibberish.

32. Hey, I see you "glass wall between Donna and the Doctor" and raise you "glass wall between Wilf and the Doctor". OW. I demand emotional compensation!

33. Listen, I just got over 13 keeping every. single. emotion inside of her. She never raised her voice, she never really cried, she never had a chance to just scream and yell and be angry at the universe. The fact that there's 14 RIGHT HERE, screaming, because to save Donna, he has to lose her YET AGAIN. Just angry and devastated and grieving... It's a stunning scene, it's a scene that makes sense, but my 13 loving little heart says that this is 13's moment to be angry and it was taken from her.

34. Also, ha, I know Disney bought DW, but did we just "Winter Soldier" Donna Noble. We gave her trigger words to keep her memories at bay? Really?

35. "Hold on a minute," said in Ten's/Fourteenth's voice... Was that.. Was that ELVEN'S theme music while Donna was being, well, Time Lady Donna? Because that was... That was GOLDEN. How amazing is that? What a great idea!

36. You MONSTER, RTD, making Fourteen hold Donna the same way he held the Master? What the hell is that about?

37. The.. The nonbinary, but binary. I... It's... Something! Okay, I'll get there. I'll have a post about it. Maybe. But. Yeah, it's something!

38. DOES UNIT HAVE AVENGERS *cough* sorry it's been a while for Marvel me *cough* STARK TOWER. WAS THAT STARK TOWER? Damn, Disney, you really did bring us back to superwholock Avenger's "Clint in the vents" era, huh?

39. "It's a shame you're not a woman anymore, because she would have understood... Something a male presenting Time Lord will never understand." You can't... You can't do the whole "nonbinary" thing and that just immediately point out gender like that. What. The defeats the entire purpose. The whole point you're trying to make is that gender DOESN'T matter, and yet... And the Doctor has always, always been nonbinary. I refer to the Doctor as "they" when speaking as a collective whole, and many of us have done that. I use pronouns when talking about specific Doctors because humans have always used pronouns. Again, 11 and 13 have made mention that gender has NEVER mattered to them. I just... You can't be poking a bear and then expecting the bear to not to come after you if you've changed the poking object from a stick to a teaser.

40. I gotta laugh that Rose and Donna had the most peaceful "regeneration" we've ever seen. Somewhere in there, a Doctor or two is screaming lol.

41. Oh... The TARDIS is ugly. DON'T HIT ME. STOP HITTING ME. I MEAN It. Not, for real though, Oh my god, what. Why. The colors. Or lack of colors, really. What the fuck. Where's the... Where's the personality? Where's the sass? I've loved every single TARDIS change but THIS... This is a hard one to swallow.

42. The TARDIS having an shit fit over Donna spilling coffee on her is WONDERFUL. That's so funny to me. With everything she's been through with 13, that was just the best way for her to get her revenge! All in all, strange episode, yeah? I mean, what WAS that plot? It was really more of setup for the next episode, and double really meant to reunite ten and Donna, which was well done, but also... Why? It just felt a bit all over the place but very much cushioned by nostalgia. I'm done now. My fingers HURT. As always, and as I say in all my fics, I'm here if you want to chat. Reblog this, PM me, tag me in stuff!

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[alj4890]

If you get this, answer with three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs! Anon or not, doesn’t matter!

Oof, I got five of these requests now 😂 Does that mean fifteen facts? I'll try to do three for each ask. I'm nowhere near interesting enough for this 🤣 Thanks @jerzwriter @angelasscribbles @twinkleallnight @peonierose @aussiegurl1234 for the asks 🥰

1. I have never left the United States. There were multiple times where I'd planned a trip or planned on spending a semester of school out of the country, but something major would happen to keep me stuck here 🤣 I don't think I'll ever get out of here😂

2. I'm an only child who grew up outside of Memphis, TN on fifty acres of land. My only neighbors were family members. My cousins are fourteen, eleven, and nine years older than me, so it was up to my imagination to entertain myself 😂

3. I married an only child. My husband and I decided to have at least two children after his father became seriously ill with his heart and we saw how hard it was on my husband in having to make all the decisions concerning life support. That's how I ended up being the mother of two.

4. I've never had to study. If I read something once, I'm able to remember just about all of it. Not really a photographic memory but close to it. I'm the same with hearing something. I can usually walk out of a movie theater, quoting lines from certain scenes.

5. I never wanted a big wedding (even though I have a huge extended family) because I hate being the center of attention. I dreamed of eloping somewhere beautiful, on a spur of the moment decision. I kinda got my dream. My husband gave in to eloping in the Smoky Mountains during a very snowy January, but he wanted it planned with a tux and wedding dress and just our parents. I gave in and was happy I did after finding the perfect dress and in seeing how much it meant to our parents

6. When I was twenty-nine, I had to have a complete hysterectomy. Benign tumors had taken over my ovaries and were embedded in my uterus. The ones in my uterus had grown and stretched it to the point where it was the size it would have been if I was three months pregnant. Since I wasn't pregnant, it was some of the worst physical pain I've ever experienced with it pressing into various nerves in my back and pelvic region. I've never been more excited to have surgery than that day.

7. I'm not really a crier. I can watch sad movies, lose loved ones, be depressed, but the tears rarely fall. People have been shocked and thought I either didn't really love them or that I have no heart. Trust me, I do, I just don't really cry. The few times I have broken down and actually had tears, my loved ones and friends have panicked not knowing what to do since I'm supposed to be the stoic one of the bunch. It ends up being like that scene in Sense and Sensibility when Emma Thompson breaks down 🤣 Everyone freezes or tries to leave the room 😂

8. I love to laugh and joke around. I have both a silly and extremely sarcastic sense of humor. I use humor in everything and as often as I can. I'm the one you sit by during serious situations if you want to diffuse the tension with a giggle. I've even made people laugh at funerals during my eulogies (all respectful and usually just a funny, sweet anecdote about my loved one). Life is too precious to not find all the little bits of joy we can.

9. I did everything that my late aunt predicted I would in life. She said I would get a teaching degree, which I did. She said I would meet my husband before I graduated college, which I did. She then said I would teach a few years before having my first child, which I did. She then said I would probably get my masters degree between my first and second child, which I swore I was done with college when I graduated but I did do that very thing and got my M.A.Ed. focusing on library sciences between having my two. And to make it all the sweeter, I ended up being like her with having two sons who were exactly the same years and months apart in age as hers were. She was beyond thrilled that I was just like her in that aspect 😂

10. I always thought I would have girls (most of my family has nothing but girls or at least one) Me and my late aunt were the only two to have nothing but boys. It worked out great for me. I've never been into fashion, not really into anything really girly, can't fix hair at all 🤣, and always loved all the superheroes, video games, and Star Wars stuff that makes me the perfect mom for my two boys.

11. I love classic movies. The silent era, the thirties (especially Pre-Code) and the forties are my favorites. I'm amazed with the special effects, the stunning sets, stories, and amazing acting the stars of the Golden Age of Hollywood created. I will devour not only their films, but biographies on anyone working during that time, documentaries, and any tidbit I can find. I was born during the wrong era.

12. I truly believe I could survive happily on nothing but cheese dip, chips, and salsa. And peppers! Jalapeno and Pepperoncini are my favorites. Ghost pepper is becoming a favorite too. Last night, I made a bowl of peppers and ate them like popcorn while watching TV. I love to burn 🤣

13. Winter is my favorite season. Snow is beautiful and I wish I lived somewhere where it was guaranteed to fall for months on end. That's the dream. One day, I hope to move either to Wyoming or to Maine (I've visited both and fell in love with both of them) 😂

14. The hardest thing I've ever experienced in my life was when I suffered a miscarriage. It was my first pregnancy and it was one that wasn't planned. My husband and I had only been married for about six or seven months when I discovered I was pregnant. I was over the moon excited. I bought maternity clothes, started buying baby things like little outfits, bows, toys, etc. Then I started cramping near the end of the third month. Tests were done and it showed the baby stopped developing at eight weeks. No heartbeat. Nothing. I was devastated. I actually prayed I would die during the D and C. I hoped I would have an allergic reaction and die right there on the operating table. I thought it would be easier for my family to lose me that way. I felt like my body had betrayed me in the worst possible way. I hated it and I couldn't stand the depression that set in. This was one of the few times I cried, especially when I woke up after the procedure and saw I'd survived. I continued to pray for death for a few months after it. I knew I couldn't hurt my family by commiting suicide, nor could I talk to them about my feelings, so I begged God to make my heart stop, make my car run off the road and hit a tree, anything to stop the pain I felt. I then begged my husband for a divorce. I didn't want to be around anyone. I didn't want comfort, couldn't stand for anyone to touch me or hug me. I hated our home and the memories it now held for me. I wanted to simply disappear and feel nothing. I didn't want to talk to anyone, respond to what was going on around me, pretend that life was still going on. It was the darkest time in my life. I've written about the one night I broke down the hardest with my husband in a Thomas Hunt fic which was almost cathartic. Everything he and my OC say is the conversation my husband and I had that long and painful night. It still hurts after all these years later, though nowhere near that it once did, and every May I can't help but think I should be celebrating my first child's birthday.

15. That above fact shouldn't be one to end on, so let's end with something funny. With my oldest son, I had an ultrasound to find out if he was a boy or girl on April 1st. Our technician was known to joke around, so I was highly doubtful I was having a boy. I was convinced she was pulling an April Fool's prank on me 🤣 Until he popped out and the proof was in front of me, I thought he might end up really being a girl so I made sure to have a gender neutral outfit packed just in case it really was a joke 😂

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