#sorry i know the lighting is kind of weird 😅

[le-velo-pour-dru]

MY STICKERS CAME MY STICKERS CAME MY STICKERS CAME!!!!!!! :DDDDD 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

I LOVE THEM SO SO SO MUCH I'M SO EXCITED TO USE THEM AAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!! 😁💖💞🩷💝💕🫶

#dru speaks #sorry i know the lighting is kind of weird 😅 #but AAAAAAAAAAA I'M SO OBSESSED WITH THESE I LOVE THEM SO MUCH 😁💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 #undescribed

[rollinouttahere-writes]

How about strawhats with a reader who didn’t realise they ate a devil fruit, and they and the crew only realise when either they discover their ability or they start to drown when they accidentally fall (or get thrown by an enemy) overboard? (Tried to leave the devil fruit ability either up to you, or have the ask in a way that you didn’t have to create a devil fruit 😅)

I finally found a way to work this old ask into a request! Sorry to whoever sent it in originally, I just could not come up with a plot for it until I got this one. Apologies for there being little to no yandere content here.

You Are What You Eat

Straw Hats x GN!Reader

1.8k words

Loud growls echoed through the forest. Not the deafening roars of a predator about to rip you apart, no, but the rumbling of a deprived stomach demanding sustenance.

You really shouldn’t have taken off into the woods without grabbing a snack first, but you couldn’t help it. After days of being at sea, you were eager to explore the new island you’d stopped at. Robin said you all would need to split up to find the ruins she was looking for, so you took initiative and threw yourself into adventure the second the ship was close enough for you to be able to make the jump.

Thus far, you’d had no luck. You hadn’t even stumbled across an abandoned pathway or ancient tools. It’s hard to believe this island had ever been populated at some point. Maybe this wasn’t the right one?

At this point you weren’t even really looking for ruins, you just wanted something to eat. Unfortunately, this search was having similar results. Nothing. It appears all the fruit trees on this island are still in a flowering stage, and you didn’t know enough about foraging to be taking your chances on root vegetables in the ground. Restaurants were obviously out of the question, much to your chagrin.

There was some rustling in the tree above you. Your head snaps up to assess the situation, only for something to nail you right in the face. Your knees buckle and you fall on your ass, cradling your face after the blow. 

Cracking open an eye, you try to find who just assaulted you, but you were definitely here alone. Looking at the ground, you discover what your assailant really was. A fruit.

Pain is forgotten instantly as you snatch up the strange looking fruit. It’s a light blue color and reminds you of a ball of yarn with the way the skin is textured. You have zero clue as to what kind of fruit it’s supposed to be, but as your stomach growls even louder, you can’t find it in you to care.

Using your shirt to wipe it off to the best of your ability, you take a bite as you get back on your feet. Your face scrunches up instantly. The taste… isn’t great, but it’s not the worst either. If you had to describe it you would say it tastes like an uncooked spaghetti squash. The real problem is the texture. It’s completely stringy on the inside, making you feel like you’re eating a wet clump of yarn.

But… beggars can’t be choosers. You’re starving, and you don’t want to let it go to waste either, so you power through it. As you’re choking down the last bite, a chill runs down your spine, making every nerve light up in a tingling sensation. Then, as quickly as the feeling began, it disappeared.

Weird. Whatever.

“(Y/N)! Where are you?!” Luffy’s voice cut through the thick woods.

Finally! You were starting to wonder how you’d gone so long without running into anyone else. Running towards the sound of his voice, you call back to him, “Over here!”

It’s not long before he comes into view, along with the rest of the crew. Luffy grins and runs to meet you halfway, “Why’d you run off so quick? I wanted to go with you!” He lifts you up into his arms and spins you around gleefully.

“Did you? Sorry, I thought we were all gonna split up,” you scratch at the back of your head and wonder if you misheard.

“We were, but then we found the ruins Robin was looking for straight away, so we’ve just been looking for you this whole time!”

Mortification washes over you immediately and you hang your head in shame, “You’ve got to be kidding me! I ran right past it, didn’t I?”

“You sure did! Pretty dumb, huh? Zoro didn’t even get as lost as you did!” Luffy set you down, smiling the whole time while he mocked you.

“Watch it!” You swatted at him, not that he particularly cared or even reacted to it. 

“Now that you’re done being lost, we really need to get going before it gets any later,” Nami was tapping her foot impatiently, no doubt itching to find the treasure rumored to be hidden there.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry! Let’s go!” You wanted to move on from this blunder as quickly as possible, thank you very much. There were a few chuckles from the group as you marched on ahead, but they mercifully didn’t tease you about it anymore.

“Are you hungry? You ran off before I could hand you your lunch,” Sanji sidled up next to you, offering a sweet smile while extending the masterfully packed bento towards you. The cook shot a dirty look over his shoulder to your captain, “Don’t worry, I made sure that he couldn’t get his hands on it.”

You’re sure you missed a battle of epic proportions over your unclaimed lunch. Happily taking it into your own hands, you waste no time cracking it open and digging in as you walk, “Thank you, Sanji! You’re the best!” He puffed up in pride at your compliment, assuring you that it was no problem.

It wasn’t long into the trek when you all came upon a wide but shallow river. It wasn’t so deep that you would need to swim to cross it, but it would be enough to pose a problem for your devil fruit possessing companions.

This wasn’t a big deal, everyone knew the drill. Those that couldn’t get in the water would pair off with someone who could to carry them across. Robin was perched up on one of Franky’s shoulders, much to Sanji’s heartbreak. Luffy latched onto Zoro and was telling him to hurry up and get going so they could all see the ruins.

That just left Chopper, who hurried over to you with his arms up. You were his preferred method of transportation in situations like this. Stuffing your now empty lunch box into your bag, you scoop up the reindeer and place him on your shoulders.

Without any additional fanfare, everyone starts wading through the water. At its deepest, it comes up to your waist. Trudging through waist deep water does naturally take a bit of effort, but this felt much harder than usual. Exhausting even. Your head was swimming and you didn’t even realize you’d stopped until Chopper spoke up.

“(Y/N)? Are you okay?” He leaned forward to try and see your face better, but you could hardly even register what he was saying to you, much less respond to it. Your silence must have bothered him, and he started to panic, “Guys wait! (Y/N) isn’t looking too good!”

That was the last thing you heard before collapsing into the rushing river. Logically, you knew you should be freaking out. You were underwater and had dropped Chopper in with you, you know you should be flying into action, but you weren’t. You felt listless. Like a puppet whose strings just got cut. The world around you was rapidly fading to black and you felt powerless to do anything about it.

Just before you could fully pass out, arms lock around your torso and wrench you out of the water. You coughed and gasped for breath. The relief of getting your head above water was palpable, but you still felt weak.

You were carried to the other side and gently sat down against a tree by a very concerned Sanji. His hands were clamped onto your upper arms and his eyes raked over your body looking for literally anything that could explain what just happened, “Talk to me, what’s wrong?”

Everyone else was crowding around you, too. Chopper wiggled his way to the front, fur still wet from his unplanned dive. Despite that, though, he was in doctor mode, “Give them some space, we need to figure out what happened!” 

While he was checking your pulse and breathing, you found it in you to speak again, “I’m sorry about that, didn’t mean to drop you. I don’t know what came over me.” 

“Were you already not feeling well? It’s not like you to just collapse like that.”

“I felt just fine until I got in the river. Did anyone else feel weird after getting in the water?” You asked. Maybe there was something in it that makes people sick?

Everyone shrugged off the question, saying that they all felt fine. Chopper wasn’t happy with the lack of any answer for why this happened. Making a quick decision, he stands up and announces that he’s going to take you back to the ship for now.

“No, I’m fine! Give me a minute, and I’ll be good to go, I swear!” You try to plead your case, but no one entertains it.

“You don’t need to force yourself to go on, I’ll help you and Chopper get back to the ship,” Sanji held out his hand to help you to your feet. Reluctantly, you accept the help and wait for him to pull. 

He does, but you don’t move. Your hands are still joined together, but your arm is… oh god.

Several things happen at once. Sanji looks down and sees a bunch of blue strings connecting your now disembodied hand to the rest of your arm. Sanji screams at the sight, Chopper faints, Usopp is just straight up gone, and you feel like you’re about to throw up.

“What is wrong with your arm?!” Nami shrieks, looking about as nauseated as you felt.

“I don’t know!”

“Did you eat a devil fruit recently and not tell us?” Robin was the most outwardly calm, but was still visibly disturbed by the turn of events.

“No? How would that- Wait. Hang on. I might have,” everything suddenly clicks in your mind. The out of place fruit, the weird feeling you had after eating it, the water, and now this. You absolutely ate a devil fruit and didn’t even realize it.

“What do you mean ‘you might have’?” Everyone shouts in unison.

“Well, you see, it’s a funny story. You’re gonna laugh,” the unamused expressions on their faces told you otherwise. You continued, “While I was off on my own, I got really hungry. Then I got hit in the head by a weird fruit, so I decided to eat it.”

“You ate a random weird looking fruit and didn’t think that MAYBE you should mention that to us???” Nami looked like she wanted to throttle you right about now.

“... Yes?”

Nami exploded and started laying into you for your transgression, and you were helpless and just had to take it. Until you felt a weird tugging sensation from your arm. Looking over, you see Luffy experimentally poking his hand through your strings with a look of wonder on his face.

“Luffy, get out of there!” Sanji yells while trying to kick him away. 

This devil fruit thing is going to take some getting used to.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #monkey d luffy #zoro roronoa #sanji #black leg sanji #nico robin #cat burglar nami #nami #humanoid606 #yandere one piece

[ajdahak]

♡ Character : Neteyam x reader

♡ Request : Could you write about neteyam dating a human s/o? How he adores her human features, especially the height difference. Same goes with the reader, she fascinates his little ears and idk but maybe how his tail wags around like a dog when he sees her ABSIDGJASD THAT SOUNDED WEIRD BUT BASICALLY ALL I WANT IS FLUFF 😭😭 Hopefully that makes sense 😅 @justcallmesky

♡ Genre : Fluff

♡ A/N : Heeyyy, sorry again if I take time to write, I try to do my best and be completely satisfied with my work before posting but it’s always difficult, I hope you like what I wrote. English is not the language I speak be indulgent please 🫶🏻

“Can…can I touch your face ?”

The sudden and hesitant request of Neteyam made you look up in his direction.

“You want…to touch my face ?”

You where looking at him with wide eyes, your finger pointing to yourself and mouth slowly agape. Feeling your eyes on him, Neteyam lowered his head, not wanting to show how embarrassed he was.

To be honest, you were rather surprised by his request. He had never asked you to touch your face, it was a simple request and yet you couldn't do anything about the fact that you were embarrassed. Apparently, he took your silence for a negative answer.

“I understand that you don’t want to. I just…Well…it’s been a while since we’ve been together and…I wondered…” He whispered so quietly, making you forgot for an instant about your insecurities. How could you say no to him?

You got up, crossing the room where there was air that you could breathe, you positioned yourself in front of the boy you loved. A smile appeared on his face.

“Of course you can. But why this request ?”

The eldest of the Sully family suddenly seemed embarrassed by this question, fleeing your gaze.

“It’s that..”

Slowly, his hand came into contact with your (h/c) hair, placing a lock at the back of your little ear. You didn’t let go of his eyes.

“Your eyes on me makes me nervous.”

“Oh, sorry! I-”

“No, don’t look away, that’s not what I meant. I like it when you look at me... I find your eyes beautiful.”

For him, your eyes contained in them a galaxy, your tears seemed to be pearled with stars, in any case, even if they seem beautiful in his thoughts, Neteyam will never let them flow.

You blush slightly at this remark, making the boy smile. This did not prevent you from speaking.

“Do you know what I like about you Nete ?” You asked, receiving only an eyebrow raise from him “What looks like freckles on your face.”

You pointed to the white dotted lines that used to light up in the dark.

“I find it beautiful, it’s like I was watching a starry night, but on a face” you laughed at the end of the sentence.

He smiled at your sweet laugh, looking at you with adoration. Your voice resounded like a sweet poem that would be told to children, surely this one in particular who cast a spell of love on him when you met him.

“Your ears are also very cute, it looks like a cat, but your tail reminds me of a dog” especially when you move it when you are happy, you thought for yourself.

“I have... no idea what it looks like.”

“Buuuttt.. I showed you pictures last time !”

Neteyam seemed embarrassed, not remembering it anymore.

“Ahh it’s okay, I’ll show you back another day.”

You put your hands on his cheeks that you loved so much, forcing him a little to lean forward so that you could see him better. When you directly threatened his personal space, the tip of his nose and ears began to heat up without permission, as if he were immersed in a cloud dream, softened by your delicacy. To have even more physical contact, the boy had to hold your hands with his own, caressing the top with his thumb, notifying how pleasant the fabric of your skin was.

“So, why did you want to touch my face ?” You asked again.

“I just wanted to feel the face of the women I love…” he replied, earning a smile from you.

“And do you like it ?”

You asked, surprising him.

“Of course ! Your face is as kind as your heart…” he said sincerely.

Seeing you smile with a radiance that even the sun would wear glasses, the Na’vi smiled in turn, so much his happiness could be felt that one could believe that his teeth emitted light. He let you get closer to his face, everything was going so fast that he did not hit the moment, and here he is with a kiss on the nose of the girl he loves.

“Do you know what I prefer most about you (y/n) ?”

You shook your head negatively, confused. He moistened his lips, and then observed yours. His fingers slipped to your chin, as if they were trying to find their way on your face, which was an enigma on its own. A small gesture of hesitation was understood on his head, then, a gentle pressure from his hand brought your two faces closer, attracting them dangerously.

The contact of your lips was soft, similar to that of the look that could be worn on the moon. With the joints joined, the kiss was no longer than the duration of the shooting star, and like the shooting stars, it offered him an incredible feeling of luck.

“Everything in you seems straight out of a dream. Nga yawne lu oer.”

#avatar #avatar the way of water #neteyam #avatar 2 #fanfic #x reader #neteyam x reader

[wifey-ohara]

Hi, i have no clue if your requests are open or not, so if not or you won't like the request, just ignore this. Can i ask for hcs or one shot with hobie and shorter fem or nb reader that is extremely cuddly but is afraid to ask for affection? Whenever it would a bad ex or some kind of trauma that's stopping the reader from asking is up to you. Have a nice day/night/holiday!

PS: sorry for writing too much😅

-Anon🍃

Don't we all love cuddles

Love it (can't have it)

Hobie x gn cuddly! reader

Notes: cuddly reader, some angst, re-assurance, we love an understanding man, the understanding man is hobie, hobie confused bc of a phone, one hour writing, not proof read

Your boyfriend, hobie sat beside you, confused about a cell phone still, god, it's been almost six months since you bought him one, and yet he still gets confused by it, praise to dating a 70's rock star, you guess

But what's actually having you staring so intensely at him, is how bad you wanna cuddle him

He's so soft towards you and so gentle, his touch is always comforting, you wanna hold him for more than a hug or holding hands or whatever else, you wanna spend time in his arms and against his body

But you can't...

He's just gonna get mad, he's gonna yell at you and call you clingy and gross and weird just like everyone else, he's gonna push you off of him and leave to go somewhere else

"love?" you were cut off of your thoughts when you heard his voice, so gentle and loving

"y-yeah?" you answered, leaving your rope of ideas fade away in the light of your lover's beautiful, sincere eyes

"you looked.. sad, whacha thinkin'bout that got ya like that?" he asked, his accent fading at first but returning strong, it happens when he's worried

You considered just telling him, emptying whatever you had on him, bit you decided against it "it nothing dear i was just lost in thought for a abit" yoo told him, for the better you thought

"well com'ere" he said extending an arm towards you, you accepted, leaning to his side

But to your surprise he pulled you to him and hugged you, nuzzling you into the crock of his neck

Your breath hitched, and your arms tightened with the desire to wrap them around him and hold him tight

And he noticed

"alright, spill, what's up with ya'? " he asked again and you knew it's for the better telling him

tears made room in your eyes as you looked up ar him "c-can i" you stopped, trying to swallow the lump in your throat "can we cuddle?"

Hobie was silent for a few moments, and you heart dropped, that's it, he's breaking up with you

You attempted pushing off of him and taking back your words, but he held you put

".. o'course we can cuddle love,why would you think that's a bad thing to ask? "

You looked down and told him about it, how your family always treated you want for physical touch as a burden, how your friends always joked on how weird it is, how past partners called clingy and gross for it

Hobie listened to you, and you could swear that his hold tightened around you and was pulling you slowly even more towards him

"love, it is never a burden to hold you, hug you, or anything like that, it's not weird that you like physical touch with people you love and care for, and you will never, ever by clingy or gross because of it" he said, focusing on every word

"you mean that" you looked at him

He put a hand to your cheek "you know i neva' say stuff i don' mean" he smiled "now get ova'ere, i wanna hold ya"

And thats how you ended up cuddlling your boyfriend for as long as you wanted

#hobie brown x reader #spider man: across the spider verse #atsv hobie #hobie spiderverse #hobie x reader #hobie brown

[polyklok]

Thank you @hopedope for sending me this lovely request in a very nice manner! I’m sorry it took me like damn near a year to get it done 😅

Doing Pickles’ Makeup

“C’mon, pleeeeaaassseeee?”

Pickles raised his eyes to you, slightly amused by your begging and more-than-slightly annoyed by your persistence. It was impressive, though. You had caught him at a particularly vulnerable moment of looking through naked lady fan mail and he was in a good mood. With your hard work and determination, you whittled down his several ‘No’s to a ‘Maybe’ and now, finally, a-

“I’ll think aboot it.”

“What’s there to think about? Just lemme take a crack at it!”

You had found an old magazine, of which Snakes ‘N Barrels headlined on. From that, a pretty close-up of Pickles’ glamor days, in which he was smothered in smokey purple eyeshadow and cherry red lipgloss. He doesn’t even know why that magazine was in Mordhaus in the first place. You somehow got it in your head that you needed to see an updated version of his dolled-up look.

He shuffled through a few more letters, no longer taking the time to admire the detailed shots of many-a titties. You leaned forward even more, keeping an eager stare. Damn your puppy-dog eyes.

“Fine. But I’m nat keepin’ it on all damn day.”

A mischievous grin spread across your face. He hated how adorable your evil ass could be.

At the very least, it was relaxing. He insisted the two of you had taken the activity to his room, he did not need anymore comments from his bandmates about how gay his makeup was. You straddled him on his bed, dipping the brush onto the makeup pallet by his head and spreading it across his closed eyelids. He shivered every time your warm breath puffed against his now-highlighted cheeks, fingers gripping harder onto your thighs he was allowed to hold as an added bonus for his troubles.

“M’gonna add shimmer,” You muttered, more so to yourself than him.

“No. Anything but the sparkles.” He said in a flat tone, mocking his earlier reluctance. Although he couldn’t see it, he swore he heard your lips spread into another smile. Maybe he’d let you do his makeup again if it made you this happy. Maybe.

His eyes felt heavier and heavier every time that brush glided against them again. He couldn’t tell if you were adding an ungodly amount of product or if he was just getting sleepy from it. His head sunk deeper into the mattress. He can’t remember why he was so reluctant in the first place. Having you on top of him while he got to practically nap rocked.

“Open your eyes,” You said, softly, ruining the comfortable moment.

“Don’t wanna,” He replied, just as soft.

“Pickles.” Oh shit. He knew not to defy that kind of tone. His eyes immediately shot open, wincing slightly at the sudden light flooding his vision. While you shuffled through your makeup bag, he admired the point of view he had, letting his hands linger up to your waist.

“Here.” You brought out a recognizable tube. Pickles grimaced. Even way back then, this was by far his least part of the process. You popped the mascara out and leaned in even closer than before, placing those little bristles right in his eye line.

“Blink.”

He did so and immediately regretted it. It was so weird to have his eyelashes, a teensy body part he hardly ever noticed on himself, to suddenly be covered in thick goop. But he didn’t fight it, blinking thrice for each eye and pushing down the strong urge to rub it all out. You blew gently on his new lashes, drying them into a thick, heavy fan.

“Yuck,” He mumbled, trying not to let you hear. If you did, you ignored it, simply assuring him that you were almost done.

“You want red, pink, or black lips?” You asked, shimmying down his legs so he could sit up properly.

“Dealer’s choice. I trust ya.”

You chose the black, which was really more of a super dark blue with a pearly sheen. He rested his jaw in your hand, holding his mouth limp to give you the perfect canvas to spread the lipstick on. Just as you were finishing his bottom lip, savoring the intimate moment-

“PICKLES! Toki and Skw-Woah. What the hell?” Nathan kicked open the door, apparently needing to tell Pickles some absolutely essential information, only to find you sitting in his lap and applying fucking makeup to him.

“Jesus fuckin- Nate’n, I told you to start fackin knockin, man!” Pickles turned his head so violently, the black smeared across his cheek in an ugly streak. You frowned, there goes your hard work.

“Pickles is getting his fucking makeup done!” Nathan yelled down the hall.

“Scheriously?!”

“Ha! Dat ams so gay!”

The rest of his bandmates could be heard not too far away. Pickles groaned, “Get the HELL outta here, dood!” He grabbed an empty beer bottle from his nightstand and flung it at the doorframe, shattering it.

“What’re you trying to relive the nineties or something? Gonna go back to your old band?” Nathan was clearly digging into his irritations, playfully enjoying how pissed off Pickles was getting.

“I think he looks hot,” You said matter-of-factly, hugging his head and pressing it against your chest. Pickles went slightly red with the affection, frantically waving his hands to get Nathan to fuck off. Nathan, luckily, understood the signal and promptly shut the door right before the rest of the band could get their mockery in.

“D’ose fuckin’ guys,” Pickles mumbled against you, one again relaxing into your touch, “You really like how I look like this?”

You pulled back, examining his face. His eyeshadow primarily black, blending into a very shimmery gold color. His highlighter was a similar gold and, despite the smudge, his lips looks good enough to kiss. So you did. “You always look good. Just especially now.”

“Don’t give yerself too much credit,” He teased with a smile, dragging you down with him in a tight squeeze. Though he wouldn’t admit it, he loved being fawned over whilst the two of you cuddled into oblivion.

#metalocalypse #dethklok #metalocalypse x reader #request filled #polyklok is real #pickles the drummer #metalocalypse pickles #nathan explosion #metalocalypse nathan #pickles the drummer x reader #pickles x reader #Metalocalypse fanfic

[sentientgolfball]

Hello! Sorry to do this on anon 😅 I had a fic request!! I’ve been going through a really really rough time recently and all I’ve been needing is a Mountain/GN!Reader/Rain comfort fic with a reader with chronic pain 🥺 I appreciate you reading and, no matter what, thank you for your time!!

aw I am very sorry to hear that :(( I hope this can make you feel just a lil bit better <3

Enjoy some soft Mountain and Rain

My requests are open !

You crack open your eyes and immediately know what kind of day it’s going to be. You can feel the chill of the room on your face. You can hear the rain pouring down outside. You can feel the deep ache of your joints and you haven’t even moved yet. You thought maybe if you just laid in bed a little bit longer then the pain would go away, that you were just sore from sleeping in a weird position. When the pain persists you completely flipped your thinking, maybe you actually needed to get up and stretch. Yea that was definitely it. You sit up and quickly realize that was a mistake. It feels like there are a million tiny shards of glass trying to worm their way into your brain. 

You clutch your head and groan, screwing your eyes shut at the pain. You lay back down and bury your head under the pillows. You breathe deeply through your nose waiting for the pain to dull down. While you wait you do the only thing you can. You get upset. At everything. You curse the summer for dying away into autumn. You hate the feeling of the cold seeping deep within your body. You hate the rain for deciding to come now that the warm weather is over. You curse your body for reacting this way. You hate that you can’t enjoy the changing of the season because with every change in temperature comes days like these. Days where it’s too hard for you to move, to think, to just be able to function. 

A sharp throb pulses through your whole body and you whine realizing you definitely weren’t going to be able to work today. You blindly reach for your phone, not even bothering to remove your head from the pillows. You look at the screen when you grab it and it hurts. You quickly text the head librarian your situation and throw your phone back on your nightstand not even bothering to wait for a response. The longer you looked at the screen the more sick you felt. 

You laid like that for hours. You didn’t have the energy to even attempt to get up and do anything that might help with the ache. There were a couple times you tried to move when the ache seemed to die down, but doing so only made it flare right back up. So you stayed there with your head buried under pillows barely able to think. And then you heard your phone buzz. You ignored it the first time, but then it kept going off. You were starting to get annoyed at the noise. You reached up and grabbed it with the intent to put it on do not disturb. That was until you saw who was blowing up your phone. It was Rain. 

Did you stay up too late lol you weren’t here to greet me

Decided to skip work? Can’t blame you it’s nice outside

Are you alive?

…No seriously I’m worried are you ok? 

You wanted to reply but just as you tapped on the messages your head exploded in a thumping ache. You cursed and threw your phone day willing to settle just long enough to type a coherent sentence back to the water ghoul. You crack your eyes open when you feel your phone buzz again. 

I’m on my way. 

You slump back down and groan. You hated making him worry. You hated making any of the Siblings or ghouls worry. You wanted so badly to be able to just push all the pain away and get through your day with a smile. But the logical side of you screamed and begged to let them help you, let them worry and care for you. 

That side ended up winning when you heard a soft knock at your door. You mumbled a half hearted ‘come in’ and hissed when the light were turned on. 

“Shit sorry.” You heard Rain say before the lights were flicked off once more. 

You hear him walk over before the mattress dips with his added weight. You feel his hand start to rub firm but soothing circles into your back.

“Bad day?” 

“You have no idea.” 

“Have you eaten?”

You shake your head

“Drank?” 

You shake your head 

“Moved at all?” 

You shake your head 

He sighs and there's a moment of silence as he pulls out his phone and quickly types something. When he’s done he sits it on the nightstand next to yours before standing. He carefully removes the pillow from your head and peels the blankets off of you. He gently hooks his arms under you and picks you up with ease holding you close to him. He carries you to the bathroom and puts you down on the edge of the tub. He makes sure you're stable enough before pulling away and gently placing a kiss on your forehead. 

He quickly lights a few non-scented candles before gathering various soaps and other care products. He begins to fill the tub adding a few cups of bath salts to the water. You can already feel the heat coming off the water as Rain crouches in front of you. He slowly brings his hands to the bottom of your shirt and waits for your permission. You run a hand through his hair and nod. He smiles affectionately at you as he carefully undresses you and then himself. 

He dips into the tub first, settling back against the tile before gently pulling you in with him. You sigh heavily, feeling the hot water envelop you as you lean against Rain’s chest. You sit heavily against him putting all your weight on him as he begins to slowly massage your shoulders, working his way down your arms. You feel his tail squeeze around one of your legs and the pressure feels amazing. 

After a while of just sitting there, letting the water cradle you as Rain works his hands over every joint, he eventually scoops some water to pour over your hair. He gently runs his claws against your scalp when he’s satisfied before grabbing your favorite shampoo and lathering it into your hair. You hum in gratitude as he works his hands through, being sure to rub some gentle circles against your temples. When he’s finished he once again scoops some water into his hands to rinse the soap out. 

As he’s doing this you hear a knock on the bathroom door. 

“Right on time.” Rain says repositioning you so he can hop out of the bath. 

You watch bleary eyed as he wraps a towel around his waist and cracks open the door. He whispers something you can’t make out and nods his head with a slight smile. When he turns around after closing the door he has some clothes. One bundle is lounge wear you’ve seen the water ghoul wear hundreds of times, but the other is a massive sweatshirt and an extra pair of Rain’s sweatpants. Rain sets them down on the counter before walking over to the bath and hoisting you up. 

“Mountains waiting for us” he whispers and presses a kiss to your cheek “he brought something special for you.” 

You allow Rain to dry you off before you get dressed in the clothes brought for you. Moutain’s sweater and Rain’s sweatpants. When you’re ready he takes your hand and walks with you back to your bedroom. You’re greeted to the sight of Mounatin sitting on your bed smiling softly. There’s a tray on your nightstand with three mugs, steam rolling off of them. You can smell the herbaceous scent from where you stand. You notice there’s an added blanket on your bed and you nearly cry when you realize it’s heated. 

You practically slump against the earth ghoul who carefully pulls you against him as he leans back and against the headboard. He pulls the blanket over you as Rain hands you and Mountain your respective mugs. He takes his own before walking around to the other side of the bed to get under the covers. He slides in right next to Mountain who pulls him closer to you two, wrapping a massive arm around his shoulders. 

You take a sip of the tea and practically moan at the taste. Mountain chuckles and takes a sip from his own mug. 

“Like it? It’s a new blend I’m testing. Rain said it helped him so I thought you’d want some.” 

“It’s perfect Mounty.” You hum taking another long drink. 

When you finish Mountain takes the empty mug from you and lays off to the side. He holds you close to him letting the pressure of his arms wrap around you. The combination of the tea, the heated blanket, and two ghouls happily purring away make your eyes feel heavy. 

“Tired?” Rain says snuggling in closer, giving you a few soft kisses before nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. 

You nod, pulling Mountain’s arm tighter around you, resting your head on his chest. He kisses the top of your head. 

“Go to sleep, wildflower. Rain and I will stay as long as you need us.” 

You and mutter an incoherent form of ‘thank you’ before closing your eyes. The two ghouls laugh and twine their tails together, resting them on top of you. 

“Sleep well.”

“We’ll be right here whenever you need us.” 

#the band ghost #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #i hope you like it anon <3 #rain x reader #mountain ghoul #mountain x reader #nameless ghoul x reader #rain ghoul #golfball writes

[blackbat05]

Know you better

Adam Warlock x Reader

Plot: It’s moving day and you meet a handsome stranger due to unexpected circumstances. Shenanigans occur that ultimately get the two of you closer.

Genre: PG-13 (Neighbor, Modern Day AU)

A/N: I did not write this till 2am😂 Might as well capitalize on these influx of ideas while I can right? I intended for this to be a meet cute kind of thing, so hopefully it looks that way to you readers?😅 Reblogs and feedback always appreciated!💜

Shamelessly tagging my partner in crime for Adam🤡: @tom-whore-dleston

Finally.

You had your very own living space. Amidst skyrocketing rentals and weird landlords, you managed to get a decent space beside the train station. That will earn you a few minutes of extra sleep in your battle of commuting to work. You set the last of your box in the room.

Making sure that everything was accounted for, you went back down to settle the bill with the moving company.

Heading back up, you see a shadow at the entrance of your door. You shouldn’t have cursed your luck. You spot the communal potted plant beside the lift and decide that would have to settle as your weapon of choice.

As you control your breathing, you take tiny steps forward, hoping to get a glimpse of which idiot was dumb enough to commit a house burglary at two in the afternoon. The shadow starts to move and you prepare for the worst…

“Excuse me?” Someone pipes up from behind, nearly sending you into cardiac arrest. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” You turn around to see a male with curly brown hair, listening to a cassette tape. “I was wondering if you saw a friend of mine? He’s about 6’3, golden hair and eyes if you stare hard enough.” The male chuckles at his own description.

“Quill?” The supposed burglar steps out of your house, looking at the two of you in confusion.

“Adam, what the hell? You can’t just enter a stranger’s house?” The male frowns, rushing to pull his friend out of your residence. “I’m so sorry, I think he must have gotten the numbers mixed up. We’re having a party today for one of our friends.” He extends a hand. “The name’s Peter Quill.”

You can’t help but to feel relieved, any easy smile etched on your face. “Thank goodness. For a minute there I thought I would have to call the cops. It’s nice to see you neighbor.” You move towards the other man, extending your hand for a shake. “Sorry for wanting to throw a plant on you.” You apologized sheepishly. “Nice to meet you, Adam..?”

“Adam. Adam Warlock.”

***

Six months later,

Each day was the same, familiar routine. Work, home or the resident gym that you probably frequented the most out of all the residents. Except for Peter who would occasionally engage with you in small talk. Then one day, you stopped seeing Peter.

You don’t blame the guy. Gym routines are notoriously hard to keep up with while trying to survive in this bustling city. It was a Friday evening and you were glad to be able to leave the office on time. Walking to the gym, you see that the lights are on. Curious, you push the doors open to see who else has decided to work out a sweat along with you.

You see a familiar muscular back lifting weights at the corner, oblivious to your entrance. He breathes out once more, earning a well deserved water break.

“Adam?”

The man turns around, initially alarmed but happy when he finds out who it is.

“Evening. Working out?” He sets the weights neatly back to their original position. Grabbing his bottle, Adam walks over to you, taking big gulps. You find yourself looking at how his sleeveless shirt had accentuated his arms. Focus. You harshly reprimanded yourself.

“Yeah. Was cramped up in office all day. Thought it’ll be good to sweat it out.” Your tone was a little higher than usual. “Hey, do you where Peter is? I haven’t seen him in a while.”

“He’s moved out. Found a place nearer to his grandfather. Peter didn’t want to sell this place to just anyone and I needed a place.” Adam tells you. You couldn’t deny but a part of you was delighted at the news.

“So… we’re neighbors now?”

“Neighbors.” He confirms with a boyish smile. “Oh, if you don’t mind, I think I should return back to my weights. Shouldn’t rest for too long.”

“Of course. I should get going too.” You make your way to the treadmill, not before giving one last quick glance at his shaped rear as he started to perform a series of squats.

***

“That hot guy you tried to take out with a plant?” Your best friend and colleague in crime squeals. “Girl, you have to tell me more!”

You sighed. “I wish I could Liz, but I barely see him except when he’s in the gym! Not that I’m complaining though, you should see him at pull ups.” Your brain goes into overdrive, thinking about last Friday’s gym session.

As usual, it was only the two of you. It was kind of an unspoken agreement, going around quietly to get the endorphins going. Instead of the boring treadmill, you opted for the dynamic rower machine, having a first hand view of Adam’s behind in full glory. It certainly did not help that the gym was surrounded by mirrors, giving you a sneak preview of his toned stomach.

“I need the photos.” Your friend insists. “All this talk and I would think you’re talking about a Greek god!”

You open your mouth only to close it shut. She did have a point. If you knew better, Adam was probably sculpted in the museum before being gifted to mankind. Room suddenly feeling much warmer, you decide to move out to the small balcony, still holding up the phone in front of you.

“He is! Too bad I can’t say anything else but ‘hi’ and ‘bye’ because I almost took him out with a plant! I know he thinks I must be crazy.” You groaned. “I guess I can still continue to dream about my unattainable, utterly sexy, Greek god right?”

You notice that Liz has went silent on the other end, eyes widened. You whip around to find that Adam was also at his balcony, reading a novel that was now abandoned at the side as he stares at you curiously.

Oh. My. God.

Your new and very hot neighbor had just overheard your entire conversation with Liz. About him.

Kill me now. Your brain freezes and time has paused. Instead of walking back like a dignified woman your mother always trained you to be, you scramble back in, knocking over your plastic yellow IKEA stool in the process.

Locking the sliding door, you draw the curtains before landing flat on the sofa, shocked into silence. Liz breaks the silence first, as she burst out into raucous laughter.

“Girl! You did not just did what I think you did!” She’s out of breath and you can almost see the tears threatening to spill from the corner of her eyes.

“Is there anyway to be wiped from Earth? At least until he forgets.” You whined, resulting in a cackle from your friend. How wonderful. Within a span of six months, you’ve managed to colossally embarrass yourself twice.

“It ain’t too bad.” You frown at Liz’s attempt to be serious. “Personally, I would be flattered. Maybe a little creeped out but flattered nonetheless.” She gives a mischievous grin. “Especially when you tried to bonk him with a pot on your first meeting.”

“Liz! Not helping!”

***

Thankfully, the next couple of days weren’t as bad as you expected. You didn’t run into Adam in the hallway or the lift while going to work, and you found yourself staying in the office to complete last minute tasks.

Friday came around and you took longer than usual to change into your gym gear. As much as you prayed for Adam to magically not be there, you were sure that a guy like Adam would not skip his regime unless he had a very good reason. Rounding the corner, you see the lights on, confirming his presence.

Here goes nothing.

The gush of cool air greets you as the door opens and you thank your lucky stars. Adam is on the treadmill this time, and with wired headphones plugged into an iPod. You were remotely amazed that people still had such an old device. Then again, you weren’t too surprised seeing that Peter had a cassette on your first meeting.

You decide that trying to avoid him wasn’t going to help you. Instead, you chose to play it cool. Catching his sight from the reflection, you give a small wave that he returned, indicating that you were going to start your workout.

Pressing the play button on your phone, you started your own routine, pushing out the thoughts of your embarrassing encounters with Adam to get the most out of your exercise.

The continuous feminist anthems that you prepared for times like these worked its magic, as you were engrossed in completing your abdominal exercises on the reclining bench. Finishing your final set, you slowly lie back down, hoping to catch your breath before taking a quick break.

You certainly did not expect yourself to be upside down, facing Adam’s crotch in close proximity. Giving a loud gasp, you fall on to the mat, landing ungracefully.

Why did the universe conspire against you? You see Adam’s mouth moving, a concerned look on his face and you realized you’re still wearing your headphones . “Hi!” You squeak, once you removed them.

“That’s fine. Are you alright?” Adam asks. “Sorry I scared you. That was a pretty hard fall there.”

“Yes, I’m fine! Do you want to use this? I’m sorry I took so long.” You rattled off, not giving him a chance to speak. You stumble from standing up a little too quickly. Adam rushes forward to help you but you reassure him while dusting yourself off. You don’t need another accident today.

“Go ahead! It’s all yours.” You bend down and fumbled for your things, deciding that maybe you had enough exercise for today and that it was time to retreat when Adam holds you by the wrist, hesitant to start. “Have I offended you in anyway?”

You blink at the sudden question. “No. Of course not.”

“Then why do I feel like you’re avoiding me?”

You wince at the sharp question, hearing your heart crack a little at the sight of Adam looking like a puppy who had just been disciplined. That’s the thing, he didn’t do anything wrong.

How do you tell him without revealing your growing crush on him and not look any more weirder than you made yourself out to be?

“Well…” You start, suddenly finding your trainers to be very interesting. “I thought you would have been freaked out by what I said the other time.” Adam cocks his head slightly in confusion and you mentally kick yourself. “You know, about how you look like a Greek god.” You mumble the last couple of words.

“I’m sorry?”

Was that deliberate? You could feel your face turning redder than they already were from your workout. You gathered your courage to stare at him straight in the eye, desperately trying to ignore the faint freckles across his cheeks.

“I said, you would have been weirded out by your neighbor lusting over you because of your stupid good looks!” You raised your voice, not realizing the damage you just caused yourself until the words had spilled out of your mouth.

It was Adam’s turn to digest what you had just said. That did not stop him from breaking out into a dopey grin that only caused your heart to beat faster.

“Thank god for that. I was starting to think otherwise.”

What did he mean by that?

Adam appears to have read your mind and chuckles, the deep vibration creating butterflies in your stomach. He scratches the back of his head and if you weren’t mistaken, he was… nervous?

“I was hoping I could get to know you better, outside of this gym that is. You see, I couldn’t forget about you since our first meeting.” He laughs sheepishly at the thought of almost being charged for breaking and entering. “I never seen someone look absolutely threatening yet adorable while holding a plant as a weapon.”

You can’t tell if he’s being serious but you let him continue. “I wanted to talk to you, but I figured after that first meeting it probably wasn’t wise to suddenly appear at your doorstep without any reason. So when Peter was going to move out, I jumped at the opportunity.”

At Adam’s revelation, you can’t help but to smile. He takes this as a sign of encouragement and goes on. “I was waiting for the right time to ask you out and I must admit, I had cold feet on certain days. So when I heard that conversation with your friend, I was… glad.”

If Liz saw you now, she would have been gleaming with pride at her accurate assessment of Adam’s reaction to your feelings towards him.

“Maybe, we both got on the wrong foot. A shaky start. How about we try again? My name’s Adam.” He offers a hand and you giggle at the familiar scene. You extend yours to meet his. “My name’s Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you.”

You can’t believe how fast the night changes, how lucky you got with the move six months ago. You swore that he held onto your hand for a few more seconds before letting go. Adam grins.

“It’s nice to meet you too. Would you like to join me for dinner tonight? Say, to get to know each other better.”

“I would love that.”

#adam warlock #adam warlock x reader #gotg vol 3 #guardians of the galaxy #neighbor au #modern au

[teejaystumbles]

Well, since the idea of it is what got me to go watch Hannibal...Do tell about Unsustainable (Dreamling Hannibal AU)!!! :D

(I think you probably know all there is to know already 😅 because sadly I didn't work on it one bit since its inception... I know, I'm sorry. The Hannibal mood is a hard one to achieve and stay in for long enough. But I still love it and hope I'll write more for it someday. I think it can only profit from me gaining more writing experience in the meantime!)

Unsustainable is a Dreamling AU with the premise that Dream comes out of the fishbowl broken, and with a grudge. Here's a good summary I wrote a long while back:

Hob doesn’t know Dream personally. He got his immortality from Death, he has a standing appointment with her, not Dream. Dream has only watched those meetings but always declined his sister’s invitation to join them and get to know Hob. He has started to watch him and his dreams more closely though after 1689, has sent him appropriate nightmares after 1789, has in fact indulged more and more in watching him. So much, that he is focused on Hob alone as a possible ally after his escape. His imprisonment has made Dream cruel, almost feral, but his exemplary control allows him to hide that dark side rising inside him. He approaches Hob and finds it not hard at all to convince him to help him get revenge after a few meetings. Dream becomes more and more obsessed with Hob, he wants him to be the mongoose under the house when the snakes slither by. He also wants him in every other conceivable way. Hob is not averse, not at all, he’s head over heels for this beautiful brother of his stranger, he has finally found someone who knows him, needs him, can be there forever if he doesn’t chase him away, so he’s careful and kind. He soon realises that Dream does not want him to be kind, though, does in fact seem to revel in it when Hob loses his temper. The things Dream asks him to do are nothing to an ex-soldier and he believes he is giving bad people their just desserts. The weird behaviour of some of them, as if they are dreaming, makes him wonder, though.

It features a lot of dark themes - revenge; murder and violence; Hob being into near-death experiences; Morpheus praising the Corinthian instead of atomising him; mind fuckery and gaslighting-

it's a heavy one and I honestly don't know if I can ever pull it off, it's a bit different from the things I usually write. But I might just be in the mood to explore it again one day :3 until then, have a bit of what I've already written (I've forgotten if I've already shared it, sorry):

The King of Dreams! What a wonder! Hob loves this. "Pleasure to meet you, Morpheus. Your majesty. What do you prefer? But I warn you, I am not a fan of monarchy and a peasant at heart. So forgive me if I, ah, behave like a boor." He winks cheekily at the other and sees his nostrils flare in irritation. He does not seem angry, though. He looks... curious. "Morpheus is fine. I will not stand on ceremony with one I...would like to call... friend. Hob Gadling." He leans back in his chair and tilts his head back a fraction, looking at Hob down his perfect long nose. He gives a miniscule smirk and adds: “I also believe you to be perfectly capable of quite a number of things. Including courtly manners. Do not sell yourself short… Sir Robert Gadlen.” Hob sucks in a breath and twitches his fingers restlessly. He can barely refrain from jiggling his leg, so thrilled is he. This man, this…being, knows him! Knows him like Death knows him! He grins and leans back to hide his twitching fingers under the table and grip his trouser leg instead. “So tell me, brother of Death. Why did you decide to meet me? I believe she has invited you to join us a number of times. You never came. Why now?” The red pinpricks of light in the Dreamking’s eyes flicker. His smile grows for a moment before his face becomes deadly serious. “My sister has praised you, Hob Gadling. You are. A good friend to her. She believes you can be a good friend to me as well.” He leans forward and puts his hands on the table between them, palms up like an offering, an invitation, a question. “I am in need. Of a friend. Someone who will help me. Retrieve what was stolen from me.” Morpheus’ blue eyes are boring holes into Hob’s and Hob shivers and blinks. He licks his lips again and then, cautiously, reaches out for one of the bone white hands on the table. The moment he comes into touching distance Morpheus pulls his hands back, eyes wide. He flicks his gaze down and away and then up again to meet Hob’s once more and Hob feels like he has just stuck his hand into the cage of a tiger. Morpheus’ eyes burn with a fiery red light. He swallows and Hob tracks the movement of his Adam's apple, feeling his own throat go dry. He clears it awkwardly and puts his hand palm down on the table. Clearly touching doesn’t seem to be a good idea just yet. “If you are in trouble, I am happy to help”, he says, smiling gently at the other who still looks like a spooked animal ready to attack. At Hob’s quiet words the man blinks and, in a second, regains his composure, his face giving nothing of the obvious discomfort he just felt away. Hob breathes an inconspicuous sigh of relief, feeling like he just avoided getting his throat ripped out by a feral beast.“I would. Very much appreciate that.” Death’s brother says in his deep rumble of a voice and Hob signals the waiter for another pint. “Then let’s talk.”

#dreamling #the sandman fanfiction #asks #fic: unsustainable #dark!Dream #dreamling hannibal au #teejay writes

[wittlesissyb4by]

The White Rabbit - Chapter 2: Workload

I spent the rest of that night with images of Persephone swirling in my head. Or, I guess, what I thought were images of her. I had no idea what she looked like. But in my imagination she didn’t really have a face, kind of like in a dream, or when you read a book. The characters just kind of have this fuzzy blur that your brain says “yea, that’s face, you just don’t need all the details, right?”

It was the allure and presence that I focused on. In such a short time Persephone had a profound effect on me. Unlike anyone else I’d met online. Even the girlfriends I’d convinced to let me wear their panties in real life, they always had this awkward, uncomfortable sense about them.

Not Persephone. She breathed confidence even through the screen. She knew what she wanted, and she would get it. But she also had this weird compassion in her texts as well. Like she genuinely cared about my well-being even though we’d just met, and she was supposed to be a dominant figure.

I masturbated two more times that night. I even did it like she told me to before, using just one or two fingers on my ‘clit’ until I burst into my panties.

I didn’t have to keep them on, there was no way for her to know or verify, but I did it anyway. I don’t know. It felt like I was honoring her in some way, being obedient even when I didn’t have to. 

I woke up early the next day without having to even use my alarm. Usually I snooze it 5-7 times before begrudgingly clambering out of bed, but I couldn’t wait to message her again. 

“Hello Goddess,” I sent, eyes still adjusting to the light of my screen. 

I climbed out of bed and headed for the shower. My panties were hard and crunchy from the mess I’d made in them. I pulled them out from the depths of my crack and tossed them in the hamper, checking my phone again for a response. None came.

I took a shower, keeping an eye on my watch for any sign of a message.

Nothing.

I got out, brushed my teeth, and stared at my phone. Not a single notification.

It’s early. I told myself. She probably hasn’t even woken up yet. Just have some patience.

But I had to keep repeating that mantra the whole day for the next 8 hours. I must have looked like a mad man, checking my phone constantly after typing on my computer for only a few seconds. 

I should have known it was too good to be true.  Girls like that don’t come around often, and if they do, they hardly ever stay. She probably was off spreading those videos of me dancing around like a pantied pansy to anyone and everyone she possibly could on the internet. Or was she really just kidding? Maybe if I offered her money she would stay? That’s what girls like her usually want, right? To take advantage of a pathetic sissy eager for attention and domination? I don’t blame them for exploiting that crowd, I’d probably do the same if I could.

“How much would you like for a tribute…” I typed out, then deleted, reworded, then typed basically the same thing again. None of it sounded the way I wanted. I didn’t want to come off as desperate, but also, I was kind of desperate…

But before I could figure out what to say, my phone dinged.

“Hey sissy! Sorry, I was at work. I hope you were a good girl and had a fun night in your sticky panties :P” 

I was washed with relief and elation. It was amazing to just be talked to again, I found myself getting instantly hard.

“No problem. I wasn’t sweatin’ it at all,” I lied, “But yea I’d say I had a little fun…😅”

“Oh I’m sure you did! How many times did you touch your clitty again after we stopped talking?”

It wasn’t if I had touched it, but how many. How did she know me so well already?

“Two…🙈” I replied, not counting the load I deposited while in the shower that morning. 

“Haha! You little slut! What are you doing right now?”

“I’m at work.”

We went through the ins and outs of our respective careers. I had a boring office job, and apparently hers wasn’t much different. It required her to basically be on the phone all day, so conversing with sissy losers on Kik wasn’t always an option.

“Did you wear your panties to work, sissy girl?” she eventually asked.

“No.” I told her truthfully. I’d always thought about it, but for some reason deciding to do so on my own never really appealed to me. I’d much rather have someone ‘force’ me to do it. I am perfectly aware that that doesn’t make any sense at all. 

“Oh, well you will be tomorrow 😉” 

******

The next day I was typing away at my computer again, shifting back and forth and trying to get my lacy pink panties to sit comfortably against my nether region. 

They were covered by a pair of slacks, the tails of my button-down, and my suit jacket, but for some reason I still felt exposed. I glanced awkwardly at anyone that walked by my cubicle, half-expecting them to walk up, point, and laugh at my panty-line poking beneath my pants. Or, they would laugh at the other thing poking beneath my pants. My dick hurt from being consistently hard for so long. It didn’t help that she was constantly sending teasing messages. Apparently she wasn’t as busy today.

“How do they feel, princess?”

“What’s it like being around superior men all day?”

“What do you think the other people would say if they knew their co-worker was wearing pretty pink panties?”

“I think you should go to the restroom and give your Goddess a little peep show ;)”

I gulped. A mixture of fear and excitement coursing through my veins. I could feel my heart beating through my chest again, that strange chill going up my spine as my brain kicked into submissive overdrive.

I don’t know if my speed was too fast–or noticeably slow–as I walked. Whatever it was, I must have looked highly conspicuous. Maybe they just think you really have to take a dump. I told myself, but it was somehow in Persephone’s voice. Not that I even knew what her voice sounded like. Again, my imagination was running wild, maybe I was imagining this whole thing?

There were already two people in the restroom when I entered. One was washing his hands while the other fixed his hair. They looked at me through the mirror and I muttered something unintelligible in response before awkwardly making my way into the stall. 

I didn’t pull my pants down, just sat right there on the toilet and waited for them to leave. It seemed to take forever, but they finally made their way out. My hands were shaking as I unclasped my belt, pulling my slacks down to my ankles. The air felt cold against my clammy skin. My balls were poking out the sides of the panties a bit, and chafing on the areas where the hem was rubbing them raw. I opened my phone and took a quick selfie of me sitting on the toilet, keeping my face out of it.

“Your panties are already wet from your leaky clitty! Hahaha I think someone is enjoying this…”

I looked down in disbelief. Sure enough, the front of the panties had a noticeable wet spot from precum. I felt my face flush.

“I want you to send a video of you tinkling in the potty like a girl. Stay seated, princess.”

I found it unnerving that she often used infantile language like ‘tinkle’ and ‘potty’, but I didn’t say anything. I was happy just to have her around. Those minor critiques we could work on later. 

I pulled the panties down to my thighs, being sure to not go too far so they could be seen beneath the base of the stall. The notion of having to pee hadn’t occurred to me until that moment. I’d been so preoccupied with the anxiety of the panties that I didn’t notice the fullness of my bladder. It took a second for my dick to switch from horny to urination mode, but eventually I was videoing myself trickling into the toilet. My cock was small enough when limp that I had to push it down to angle it into the bowl. Otherwise, my little acorn would shoot straight forward and make my panties even more wet. 

Someone came into the bathroom while I was midstream. I gave a sharp inhale, holding my breath and stopping myself from peeing. I wasn’t doing anything wrong, and the panties were high enough around my thighs that they couldn’t be seen below the stall, but for some reason having someone come in while I was in such a compromising position made me wary. The video was still rolling, I felt like it would be too conspicuous to stop it now. Again, it didn’t make sense, but I wasn’t thinking straight. 

Finally, the man finished his business, skipped washing his hands, and walked out.

“You got so scared you forgot to wipe!” she teased when I sent her the video. “Now pull those panties up, and turn around so I can see that cute wittle tushy of yours!”

This was a little more difficult. I didn’t exactly have anything to set my phone on in order to take the video with me in sight. The only way to do it was to set my phone down on the floor, and prop it up using the kickstand on my case. This put me in a precarious position though. What if someone walked in and saw my phone on the floor? What if they saw the video I was taking of me bent over against the wall, flashing my girly undies?

I was caught between the confines of wanting to please her, and wanting to keep my job and dignity. If girls dominating submissive sissies was a regular occurance, I might have stuck with the latter, but I knew I had to cling to this rare opportunity with all my might.

I reasoned that if someone did walk in, I could just scoop my phone up quickly and claim that I’d dropped it. Not the most believable, but I doubt anyone would care enough to think too much about it.

I hit record and quickly turned around, hands on the cold tile. I swished my hips back and forth in an attempt to look sexy. In reality I probably looked absolutely ridiculous. I didn’t know how long I should go for, so I counted to 30 in my head. It seemed like a reasonable enough time, even if I counted a bit faster than an average second. 

“Imagine if someone had you bent over right there in the stall! Taking advantage of that sissy ass!! 😈”

Before I could wrap my head around what she meant by that, my phone dinged again.

“I want you to cum in your panties again. I think you know how to do it properly by now. You have 3 minutes.”

Again, I was caught off guard. 3 minutes was not a very long time, and I’d already masturbated way more than usual in the last few days. 

That didn’t stop my dick from springing up though. It was lifting the panties up so high off my skin that my balls hung easily out the side. I put my phone in selfie mode and hit record again, not wasting time cropping my own face out with the angle.

I tickled the crest of the little tent I'd made. Swirling my finger over the slick fabric. It was wet with a fresh batch of precum. I snaked my finger around until I found that sensitive spot I’d learn to use so well. If I pressed too hard, I would pop my clit out of the panties, and I'm sure Goddess didn’t want that.

It was such a thrill doing something like this. Having a girl force me to not only wear panties to work, but to also have me model and masturbate in them for her. I felt so naughty, so slutty, like I was finally doing something exciting in my life of mundane bullshit. I’d spent so many days going through monotonous autopilot that I’d forgotten what it was like to feel any real emotion. I felt alive. My skin was buzzing with excitement mixed with a tinge of fear. My anxiety was high, but at least no one was in here to—

The restroom door clanked open. Dress shoes clicked along the tile floor, walking down the line to the stall next to me. The man stepped into the stall, turned around, and dropped his pants. 

I was somehow shivering and sweating all at the same time. “You have 3 minutes.” Persephone’s ‘voice’ rang in my ear.  I wasn’t sure what would happen if I didn’t complete her task within that window, but I didn’t really want to test her. What if she gave up on me altogether? I’d had women do that before. If I refused to do something super weird like dress up like a furry or wear a freaking diaper, they would ghost me right then and there. 

I didn’t have time to wait for the man to finish. I had to keep going, I’d already lost significant progress, and the video was already 2 minutes in. I had 1 minute left to go. 

The man was letting out some violent gas, followed by the gush of his bowels emptying into the water. It wasn’t exactly the most romantic setting for a masturbation session.

If I didn’t have one hand on my clit, and the other one holding my phone, I would have plugged my nose. Instead I had to push through with my eyes watering and fighting back the urge to gag.

There was no way he could hear me rubbing my silky panties, but I still felt conscious of every little sound I made. I’d been on the edge of cumming before he walked in, I lost significant progress, but it didn’t take long to build it back up, despite the distractions. I had to bite my bottom lip to keep my pathetic whimpers from escaping, I still probably wasn’t completely silent, but I fought it down as much as I could. I had to finish, I wanted to be a good sissy. A good sissy for my new Goddess. I wanted to make her proud. I wanted to keep her around so she would keep using me. Teasing me. Humiliating me. Making me do depraved things like this.

Unhh, unnhh, unnnhhh…I grunted, spewing my semen into the silk of the panties. Of course, it was right as the sound of the man’s obliteration of the toilet ceased and the room had gone quiet. I prayed to every higher power that he hadn’t heard me as I quickly uploaded the video and sent it to Persephone. I had to sit there and wait for her response in case she wanted me to do something else. The tension in the room was tangible, or maybe I was just imagining things again. Regardless, the silence was deafening.

“Such a pathetic little sissy girl! Now pull your pants back up over your creamy panties and get back to work!”

******

She was constantly pushing me further down the rabbit hole. The next day I had to cum in panties while at work again. But this time I had to do it in the middle of my own cubicle. Right there, right under my desk, beneath my slacks. 

At least my “rub the clitty motion” was inconspicuous, though I was starting to miss wrapping my hand around my cock and tugging.  It was more efficient, and not as emasculating. Again, I had to bite my bottom lip to keep my cubicle neighbors from hearing. 

After blowing my load in my panties, I praised myself for not wearing khakis that day, otherwise a wet spot would have probably appeared, like I didn’t shake enough times after peeing. Speaking of peeing, she made me ask for permission to go to the bathroom, and I had to video it so she could be sure I was doing it sitting down and ‘tinkling like a princess’. It was little methods of control like that drove me wild. Having someone controlling almost every aspect of my day was something I’d always wanted. 

Of course I had doubts that Persephone was a woman, I thought about asking her for a picture, but I didn’t want to ruin it. What if she really was a man? What if she was a she but didn’t look the way I pictured? I didn’t ask her because I didn’t know if I’d like the evidence. So I decided ignorance was bliss, for now…

“How do you call yourself a sissy, but you’ve never sucked a dick??” She asked. 

“Idk…” I replied, “I guess I don’t really want to…”

“Do you not want to? Or do you not want to *admit* that you want to?

Damn. She got me. Looking back, when I would watch porn with a girl in a sexy school girl outfit, sucking on a big, juicy cock, I guess I always imagined being her more than I imagined being him. 

When I eventually evolved to sissy porn, I would only seek out the ones with ‘unwilling’ submissives being ‘forced’ to perform the act. In my head, they were only doing it because their dominating Mistress told them to, not because they enjoyed it. Which is probably why I never went out and sucked a dick on my own. I’d never had a Mistress or Goddess to tell me to. 

“I think it’s time to admit what you truly are.” She said, “I want you to tell me that you’re a little cocksucker.”

I was sweating, fixing my tie that felt like it was choking me. “I’m a little cocksucker.” I replied. 

My own cock was growing in my panties. I didn’t even say the words, I just typed them. So why was I getting so hard?

“Do you like dick?”

“Yes Goddess.”

“What do you like about them? Be specific.”

I had to think about it. I had to picture them. The ones I’d see in porn that I couldn’t take my eyes off of sometimes. 

“The veins.” I said. “I like seeing the veins down the shaft.”

“What else?”

“The head.” It was spewing out of me now. “The big bulbous head, and the…”

“The what?”

“The cum. I like seeing the cum. 😔”

“Hahaha! Of course you do! Have you ever tried your own?”

“No.” I lied. 

“Oh, well you definitely will be soon 😉”

I tried to think of something to say, but my brain or subconscious kept me thinking about getting a warm load in my mouth. 

“I want you to answer honestly.” She said, so I braced myself. “Are you hard in your panties right now?”

I didn’t need to look down to know the answer, but I did it anyway. There was a sizeable tent that my slacks did a terrible job of hiding. 

I cringed as I typed out my next message. “Yes Goddess…”

“Bahaha!! Just from talking about dicks?”

My eyes squinted shut. “Yes Goddess…”

“Sorry, I'm HOWLING! Is there really any denying what you are?”

I shrugged even though she couldn’t see me. “I guess not…”

“I think you need to tell me again.”

“I’m a little cocksucker.” I typed and sent. 

“No no. I want you to *say* it. With your mouth.”

“…How?”

“By recording your voice you dumb bimbo.”

“Ok. Do I need to go back to the bathroom?”

“Nope. You can do it right there at your desk.”

I was sweating again. That familiar thrill of doing something naughty and exciting. But I could hear the keys clacking in the cubicles next to me. Someone was on the phone. A woman. She sounded miserable. Maybe if she heard me she would be more entertained. But I hoped to god she didn’t. 

I flicked my video on for what felt like the 100th time in these last few days. I tried to find my voice. It seemed to be escaping me, like it was afraid to say the words I’d never, ever uttered in my life. 

“I’m a cocksucker.” I whispered into the microphone. My dick felt like it was about to burst. How was I still so turned on after masturbating so much? Just from saying a few words?

“I’m sorry.” She said after I sent it. “I just couldn’t hear…I think you need to do it again. Louder this time. Like you’re proud.”

I didn’t think I could go any louder without someone hearing me. But I tried anyway. 

“I’m a cocksucker.”

“Again. But you’re also a sissy slut, in case you’ve already forgotten…”

“A cocksucking sissy slut.”I bellowed into my phone.  It felt so shameful, but also exciting. Like something I'd been fighting to admit to myself my whole life. I always wanted it, but I guess I didn’t know how much I wanted it until she showed me the…evidence. 

Her reply was a black box. I figured her message failed to send. I tapped it to make it reload, but when I did, a sweet, seductive female voice came through. “I’m gonna whore that little mouth of yours out. You know that, right?”

I didn’t even reply. Just sat there dumbfounded, feeling my heart pulsing through my cock. 

She’s a woman. 

It only later hit me (after replaying the sound bite several times) what she actually said. I spent the rest of the day wondering whether or not she was serious, and if I’d go through with it if she was…

To be Continued 

Chapter 6 of this story is now up on Subscribestar. Go check it out!

#the white rabbit #white rabbit

[heyidkyay]

I guess I’ll take this pain, instead of your name |

Part Twenty-Three

A/n: 😅 Been a while, but I have reasons! I am sorry for the long wait though on this next chapter, especially with that last cliffhanger... Still, this is just a cute little pause before we get into the heavy shit so I hope you like it, and hope it's up to standard too, feels weird to be writing again tbh. Let me know what you think though!:) X

Summary: In life, things changed. The boys you'd once grown up with were men now, and famous ones at that. The type that toured the world and had millions of adoring fans.

The five of you shared a shit ton of history. But you also shared a lot of mixed emotions for one of them in particular, a certain drummer.

Warnings: Mentions of sickness/vomiting.. but nothing too extreme, just be wary:)

Masterlist

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I’d woken up with the most violent headache- the kind that made brain-freeze feel like a trip around the fairground- and the second I opened my eyes I knew that this one was a lot different compared to the ones I’d had previously. This headache made me want to curl up and die, just shrivel up into a ball then and there. But I couldn’t, because before I could even think to act on the action I was up and tumbling out of bed, headed straight for the bathroom and chucking up what ever strange concoction remained in my stomach.

I don’t know how long I’d been there, gagging into the dirtied bowl of the toilet, before I felt the door to the bathroom open ajar. The creak of its hinges had me wincing, as did the faint trail of light that followed.

I couldn’t bring myself to look up from where I’d since sprawled myself out on the floor, the tiles cold against my sweaty skin- the only thing giving me an ounce of reprieve- but did squint my eyes open a smidge to find a pair of socked feet planted before me. 

I groaned just as someone squatted down to check on me, a hand pressed to my cheek then to my forehead.

“What’s up, muggins?”

Ross. That was Ross’s voice. Which made sense seeing as the bathroom was sat opposite both our rooms. I must’ve woken him.

He carded a gentle hand through my hair and spoke again, “Figured it should be me here instead of you, what with the amount I put away last night.”

I cracked the tiniest of smiles for him, but my throat hurt and my mouth was so dry. I couldn’t offer him a proper reply and he frowned in turn.

“Fucking hell, Y/n.” Ross mumbled, having just caught sight of the makeover I’d given our shared toilet. He took a deep breath and I focused on what he was saying next when my head begun to pound again. “Let’s get you back to bed, hey?”

It was with a careful grip that Ross manoeuvred me about with, swiping my tired body up off the floor with a practiced ease. I attempted to refuse his manhandling, claiming I could walk, but he only shushed me with a roll of his eyes and trudged his way back into my room. I didn’t fight him much more than that, having just gone more than three rounds with the toilet and lost, I was too drained to even bother.

Ross laid me back on my bed, tossing the duvet back over me, and I listened faintly to him walk about my room. He opened the dresser drawer that was nearby first and then something else I couldn’t quite make out, he was quiet when he approached again.

“Here, try and change out of those before I get back.” He told me and I opened my bleary eyes again to see that he’d tossed me a pair of linen shorts and a large t-shirt to replace the ones I'd ruined. “Gonna grab your medicine, alright? It still downstairs on the counter?”

I hummed non-committedly, too focused now on the thought of having to move again. He left and pulled the door behind him.

I changed, albeit slowly and not without wincing at every strain, but I did eventually do it. And soon enough, just as promised, Ross reentered, carrying with him a large bowl, a glass of water, my meds, as well as a small fan. He dropped the bowl beside me and stationed the fan on the bedside-table before he handed me the water and my tablets. I heard him head back out again, though he returned only a minute later with a cold, wet flannel in hand. I smiled sincerely at his kindness.

“Thank you.” I rasped out as he placed the damp cloth on my forehead, soothing the heat that drenched the entirety of my body.

Ross merely waved me off and took a seat beside me on the mattress. “If that don’t work, I’ll grab you some ice. Numb the pain a bit.”

My forehead wrinkled beneath the flannel. 

“How’d you know?” I couldn’t help but ask him, wondering how he’d already known that my head was the thing causing me the most pain.

He chuckled softly, mouth quirked to one side. “Well, besides from the way you were trying to dig your nails into your forehead when I found you, I also read up on that thing the doctor fella said you had a bit ago.”

I pinched my brow at him and he seemed to take it for the silent question it was.

“Yes really, twatface.” Ross drew out exaggeratedly, then scratched at his cheek as he glanced me over. I must've looked pretty fucking pitiful for what he had to say next, “That car really fucked you up, didn’t it?”

I glared back at him in retaliation, but he simply laughed.

“What? It did! Doesn’t mean you didn’t win though.” He retorted in good jest, grinning down at me with that sly smile of his. The kind I couldn't hate. “You, you fucking walked away from that car like it was nothing. Most don’t get the chance to get back up afterwards, you know? Like they break both their legs, or just… I don’t know, die I ‘spose.” He shrugged after saying that last bit and I couldn’t help the amused snort I gave at his nonchalance.

I immediately regretted it though, grimacing at the harsh pain and sharp nausea that rolled its way through me all at once.

Ross smiled sympathetically down at me and squeezed my ankle, “Get some rest, yeah? I’ll tell the lads to keep it down once they all wake up- the lazy cunts.” He muttered the latter under his breath as he rolled his eyes and I had to fight not to laugh again. 

I moved my hand out from beneath the covers, my eyes falling shut now as I did, and squeezed his hand in return. My way of telling him thank you, once again, for everything he’d done for me. Because he hadn’t had to, he just did. Without anyone even needing to ask. 

It was a very Ross thing to do.

He got up from the bed after and promptly pressed a chaste kiss to my temple before he quietly padded his way out of the room, leaving me to burrow myself further under the covers, praying that the medication would soon give me some relief. Because honestly? Fuck my life.

…

I must have fallen asleep at some point because I wrinkled my nose as I woke once more, grimacing at the light pulsing I still felt in my head. I groaned groggily and rolled over in attempt to bury all the pain inside my pillow. 

But obviously that didn’t work and so I huffed and flipped myself back over, which had ultimately been the wrong move to make because my stomach rolled without warning and I was yucking up into a bowl I hadn’t even reached for. 

Although the sudden appearance of it confused me, I was too busy throwing up what little my stomach had to give to care.

It was only as the sickness ebbed that I could finally breathe a little better and I felt my head start to hang in exhaustion.

“Hey, hey.” I heard someone say faintly from above me, but my bad ear was ringing again. Both of them now actually. And so I couldn’t pay much attention to the tissue that was being cautiously wiped across my mouth and chin, nor the kind hand that had taken to holding my hair up out of my face.

I wasn’t sure how much time passed before I finally managed to pull myself back together. Broken piece by broken piece. But the ringing had dulled and the throbbing I felt grew less and less prominent. I breathed slowly. In and out. Out then in. 

“Hell of a holiday.” I croaked defeatedly to myself, but was surprised by the soft titter that followed, it pierced the air. 

I lifted my chin and was a little startled to find George perched on the edge of the bed, he was staring down at me, the smallest of smiles on his face and trying to hide the worry that was etched into his eyes.

“When’dyouget’ere?” I slurred, squinting up at him, hating that he, of all the people cooped up in this stupid villa, had to see me like this. I didn’t want to think too much about it. 

George shrugged a single shoulder at me, looking a tad abashed. “Came to check in on you when I woke up a couple hours ago, didn't I? Ross let me know you were feeling shit when I headed down and found him.”

I nodded slowly. A couple hours…

George seemed to sense my sudden odd shift in mood then because he hurried to continue on, “Matty came in a bit ago, he’d just woken up though. Gave me a weird look and said to come get him if anything happened. Reckon he went back to bed though to be honest. Hann had Ross bring you up some more water too- it’s up there on the side- they went to grab some food not long ago. Matt’s hanging, as is Hann, so they all wanted a proper fry up.”

“And you?”

His brow furrowed at my question, not quite getting it. “And me, what?”

I grimaced at the intense throb my head made then and took it as a sign to never think again. But that wouldn’t be happening anytime soon, so I proceeded to solider on. 

“And you stayed here.” I stated, it wasn’t a question of why. 

“Um, yeah. That alright?” George asked me, looking a little uncomfortable, like he’d overstepped without meaning to. “Figured it’d be best, someone keeping an eye on you.”

He didn’t have to explain himself, but I sort of liked having the upper hand here. I smiled at him as I relaxed further into my mountain of pillows. It was nice of him to have stayed. 

“It’s fine. And thanks.” I replied hoarsely, he just shook his head.

“None of that. Just wanted to make sure you didn’t choke on your own sick or summat.”

“Oh, cheers.” I rolled my eyes, a sudden fondness creeping into my words.

“You know what I mean.” George huffed with a chuckle, though a silence settled shortly after and, even now that I had my eyes closed, I could tell that he was watching me. “Do you, uh, do you need anything else? Or, I can leave if you want.”

Behind my fluttering lids, I rolled my eyes again whilst biting back a smirk, then shuffled over slightly to make room on the mattress. I patted the sheet next to me twice.

A full minute must’ve passed before George finally moved to follow my invitation but I didn’t comment on it, not sure if I’d regret this later on when I felt a little more like myself. His weight caused the bed frame creak beneath us and I felt my shoulders loosen somewhat when he settled in beside me, barely five inches away.

“You okay?” I questioned quietly when he said nothing after a while, a tad bit anxious when I couldn’t even hear him breathing.

He exhaled heavily then though, like he'd been holding his breath- the drama queen. 

“Yes, yeah. Yeah, I'm okay.” He attempted to rush out, but I could feel how rigid he was beside me. Like he was too fearful to even move a muscle, to push his luck.

“Good.” I replied, not thinking about the line we were crossing.

The nausea had subdued somewhat now and I was simply left with a dull throb on the left side of my head. I kept on taking deep measured breaths though, not wanting to strain myself like I had before and chance the fate of me spewing again.

I still felt tired, which was funny seeing as though I’d just woken up, just so drained of all my usual energy. Even the thought had me yawning and I lifted an arm up to cover my mouth as I did so but, by complete accident (I swear!), I ended up wacking George in the face with my elbow. He hissed loudly and instantly I turned to see him, having felt the connection even through my cast. 

“I’m so sorry!” I blurted out, now using my hand to cover up my blatant shock as I stared down at him with wide apologetic eyes.

George rubbed at his wounded eye, wincing at the unexpected blow. “No, you’re fine, you’re alright. Just the shock that got me is all.”

“I’m so sorry.” I repeated again, unable to say much else really, watching as George shifted on the bed to squint up at me, he gave a crooked smile. It was one that made me huff a small chuckle.

“Don’t fuckin’ laugh!” George retorted, but his words didn’t hold much worth when he’d begun giggling away too. “I mean it! You’re proper nasty, you know. Tryna knock me out, or what? Like being hit by a club with that arm of yours.”

“I didn’t mean to!” I laughed in reply, glad that he was up for making jokes, showing me he wasn't too hurt, and shuffled closer to him to get a better look at the side of his face. I reached out towards him, “Here, lemme look at it.”

“Sod off!” He responded with a chuckle of his own as he swiped my approaching hand away, “You might assault me again.”

“I won’t! I promise!” I grinned at him, hair falling out from behind my ears and brushing against the collar of his t-shirt. “Just let me check that I ain't given you a matching concussion, will you?”

George relented with a tiny lopsided smile, removing his hands from his face to nod at me. I breathed out a sweet chuckle and moved closer to examine the eye I’d hit, careful as I prodded the now reddened skin. He winced and I breathed out a faint sorry once more, before tilting his head up towards me. His gaze found mine in that next moment but I tried hard to concentrate on the task at hand.

“Did I catch you right there- on the corner?” I asked him quietly and he hummed in reply. It looked okay from what I could see, just a little red and the skin a tad bit raised from where I'd caught him with my cast. “Might puff up in a bit or bruise a little later, but you should survive.”

I glanced down at him, realising then just how close we were, and my brain immediately started calculating every part of us that touched. My knees were pulled up by his side, practically tucked under his waist. His arm was laid out to the side after having made room for my intrusion, I felt his light hairs tickle the smooth skin of my calf. My eyes zeroed in on the way my dept fingers danced across the bone of his freckled cheek, brushing by his temple in an attempt to soothe the injury I'd given him.

My lips parted when his brown eyes met mine though, they were warm, fond, familiar. But sad too almost.

I went to speak, to say something which would break the tense silence we were swimming in. But he beat me to it.

“I’ve missed this.” He told me, but I didn’t offer him a reply. I think George already knew that I wouldn’t because he just ventured on, not missing a beat as his soft voice filled the quiet space of my room. “Missed you, really.” He admitted, and his arm grazed my lower leg just as he reached up to tuck a stray strand of hair back behind my ear. I tried not to shiver at the all too intimate motion.

His gaze jumped up to my own as he did so, skirting back and forth between my eyes. I struggled to breathe. Air trapped in the very back of my throat.

“Spending time with you. Just having you there.” He murmured, almost whispering now as he admitted these simple things to me. “There’s pieces of me only you know. Parts of me that only you will ever see.” He added next on an exhale and then he swallowed, I watched the lump in throat bob up then down before my eyes darted back up to meet his. “I really messed up, but I’m gonna fix it. Yeah?”

Those brown irises of his were drowning beneath a shallow pool now and he wet his bottom lip just as he dropped his hand from my hair, thumb gently skimming the side of my jaw before it trailed up my arm to where my touch still cradled his own face. His palm stretched out over the back of my hand, my fingers tucked safely under his. The gesture was so familiar it hurt.

“That promise I made you, last night? I thought about it a lot, hardly slept just thinking about it. But in truth, I always knew my answer, Birdie.”

My heart was racing now, its pounding had replaced the painful rhythm which had earlier burdened my head, muffling any kind of logical thought I could’ve had. 

I couldn’t look away from him. I didn't want to.

“I want to tell you. I want to explain.” George told me, his thumb stroking the back of mine, “If you’ll still give me that chance. I want to fix things between us. ‘Cause I don’t think I can go much longer with you keeping me at arms length, Birdie. I can’t just pretend like you’re not everything I think about. Everything that makes me feel whole. Like you’re not meant to be mine. And me yours. Like we weren’t ever supposed to meet.”

My eyes were stinging, and I was barely even breathing as I stared back at him. Too afraid that if I did, or if I even blinked, that he’d be gone and this would all be some sort of feverish dream.

“I love you, and that ain’t going nowhere, B.” 

He tightened his hold on my hand.

His words played on a loop in my head.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

Everything I’d longed to hear for over a year now. I love you.

But did he? Did he really?

My mouth moved to ask, but the words wouldn’t escape. They wouldn’t just get up and jump out at him.

Instead, I was stuck looking into his eyes. At his face. Analysing every detail that had changed. Everything that hadn’t.

I love you.

“I fucked up. So bad I don’t even know if I can fix it, but I-“ He inhaled sharply, “I’d really like to try. If you’ll let me.”

And then it was up to me again. It was my time to decide.

Only I'd never felt so far from myself.

Part Twenty-four>

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[lem0nshark-writes]

"Unexpected Mornings"

Thranduil x Male Reader

Type: Soft smut (?)

Word count: 1003

Warnings: technically a nb reader because no gender specific language was used but written with m!reader in mind :), elf reader, Thranduil being a FLIRT, Thranduil lowkey being a whore, maximum shameless flirting mode, nervous and awkward reader, not really a smut but I dunno what else to mark it, mostly it's leaning towards smutty themes XD so smut mark it is XD

Summary: You are Thranduil's personal assistant and have a major crush on him, and unknown to you it is very obvious and he knows.

A/N: Request by a lovely reader on wattpad.

My dudes sorry I didn't update for a while and it took me so long to get to my requests. I've kind of had a lot of bad things happen this past year and even more so this past couple of months and my mental health has gone down in that period but now I'm slowly getting back together and onto writing again so thank you very much for your patience and sticking with me! Also had a weird hyperfocus high happen this past 2 days and basically wrote 3 full oneshot requests within 24 hrs 😅 so expect more fics out these days once I get to edit them around and proofread them 😁

I hope you all have fun reading this little fic and have a great day!! 💕

You made your way down the tall halls of Mirkwood's palace, your robes flowing behind you as you took long strides through many corridors and turns, heading towards your king's chambers, hands tightly wrapped around a stack of papers.

See, you were king Thranduil's trusted personal assistant, always there whenever he needed it, doing everything and anything he asked and thus ended up high in his ranks. Second in command if you will, after Legolas that is.

You came to the tall doors of the entrance to his chambers, knocking quickly and not bothering waiting for a response, hurrying straight into the room, eyes glued to the papers nestled in your hands.

"Sir I have the papers you asked of me to find.." you hurriedly entered his room flipping through the papers to once again check and see whether you've brought all of them and if they were all in order, walking further into the room whilst doing so.

Finally looking up, to say you were shocked by what you saw would be and understatement. Cheeks shot up in warmth at the speed of light, placing a hand over your mouth and flushed cheeks and eyes and immediately stuttering, you quickly did an 180° turning around, eager to rush out of the room as fast as possible.

He was half naked, luxurious sleeping robes partially hanging draped down his arms and lower back, back fully naked and his smooth skin glistening in the morning light that creeped through the windows through the trees of the beautiful forest. Body partially facing you as he seemed quite unbothered by the state you caught him in, even seemed a tad bit amused.

"Oh my Erú I'm so sorry sir!! I should have knocked!" you mentally slapped yourself over and over again for your mistake, the image of Thranduil seeming to have left quite an impact on your mind, the picture not seeming to leave it whatsoever.

"I'm gonna get out and let you change-" you quickly made your way to the door, hurriedly trying to escape this hell of a situation.

Thranduil, staying quiet till now, smirks before speaking, amusement laced along his tone, "No please, help me out."

Hand on the handle you choked on air, trying to cough it out as casually as you could, hesistantly turning around before slowly making your way towards him, trying to avoid eye contact at all costs but feeling his teasing gaze all over you, not leaving your figure.

See Thranduil knew about your little secret, he knew you had a tiny little huge crush on him (and quite frankly he was fond of you too) and was 100% using it against you at all times, in a good way of course. Seeing just how much he could get you all flustered and bothered around him.

As you fumbled with his robes, suddlenly completely forgetting how clothes work, desperately avoiding eye contact and, well, staring at his perfect well toned body, Thranduil's piercing gaze burned holes into yours, so much it made small droplets of sweat trinkle your forehead and temples.

"You seem.. rather nervous darling Y/n, .. something on your mind?" he spoke as the corners of his lips upturned into a teasing smirk, tilting his head slightly to the side to get a better look at your face that you desperately tried to hide, thinking he doesn't have a clear visual of how nervous and flustered he made you.

"No, not at all sir-.." you pulled your lips into a thin line, eyes quickly darting over his clothes and your fiddling fingers, trying to get this over as soon as possible.

He humms, clearly letting you know he's not buying it as you finish up getting him all dressed up, "Do I make you nervous?" he asked with a smirk on his face, head still tilted slightly as his icy blue eyes pierced into yours, stepping in closer, your bodies now dangerously close to each other.

You tried not to bolt out of the room then and there, screaming internally but not moving an inch, frozen in your spot.

"S-Sir I-I.." you tried to mutter out but your tongue, and your mind too, being completely unable to form proper words let alone sentences.

"Hmm? What is it? What?" he spoke softly, dreamy gaze tracing all over your face, hand finding it's way into your long hair, fiddling with a strand playfully.

Your brain tried to process what was going on but you could swear it turned into a complete mush the moment you were in 1m radius of the beautiful king, and while you were trying to get your body to respond to your internal screetching, you failed to notice said king moving in closer, but the soft feeling of his lips on yours made sure you were brought back to reality.

Eyes darting wide open and brain working even faster it took you a bit to catch onto what was going on before you, without any thought made whatsoever, melted into the kiss, heat of the situation had your cheeks feeling like lava. But before you could completely turn into a steaming puddle in his hands he pulled away, soft smile on his lips.

"Is this what was on your mind?" He asked, tone voiced with amusement and slight smirk spreading on his face.

Your cheeks burst back into flames, "N-No!- Yes.." you looked down, slightly embarrassed by your apparently so obvious crush on him.

"Hm!" He let out, chuckling gently, amused by your answer.

He moved away from your still frozen form, fixing up his luscious hair before speaking, "Dinner tonight 8 pm, don't be late," he mused making his way to the exit door of his chambers with confident strike.

"Now lets go, we have lots of work to do!" he let out nonchalantly, hiding a smirk from your flustered self.

You quickly nodded, getting yourself out of your frozen state and quickly rushing to follow the tall man suit.

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[wingedblooms]

First off - I love your blog. The way you connect things for Elain/Elriel is *chef's kiss*. I've been rereading ACOTAR and came across something that might be useful for your theories (or maybe not at all but is, at the very least, interesting or maybe is completely dumb and irrelevant lol). This is also long... so sorry.

In ACOFAS chp. 24, Mor talks about "Rhys's request." She states "her blood called to her" and told her to "Go on the wind." Seems a little witchy to me. Especially because of how she describes witches at the Illyrian war camp.

Now what is VERY interesting happens a few lines down: "She had not mentioned it these past few days in Velaris." At first, it's easy to assume that she's talking about "Rhys's request", but as I'll explain I don't believe this is true. Next: "She knew Azriel would say no, would want her safe. As he had always done." This literally cannot be related to her traveling to the continent for Rhys. In chp. 14 of ACOFAS, we have Rhys's POV and he's talking to Mor. Talking to himself, he says "I debated asking her if she wished to know where AZRIEL AND I THOUGHT she might fo first." Clearly, Azriel is aware of Rhys's plan. This would not be news to Azriel and would not "cast a shadow."

Back to ACOFAS 24, "Cassian would have said yes, Amren with him, and Feyre would have worried but agreed. Az would have been pissed and withdrawn even further into himself. She hadn't wanted to take his joy away from him. Anymore than she already did. "

I think whatever decision she is trying to make has to do with Elain. I don't have a lot to back this up off the top of my head tbh, but Mor's mention of "joy" sticks out to me. We know earlier in ACOFAS, Azriel laughed a very "joyous" laugh. We also know that since that night, he has kept Elain's present to him on his nightstand at the HoW to look at every night. I don't think this is a coincidence. ACOWAR thru ACOSF provides plenty of instances that showcases Azriel's protection of Elain, as you know. Also, the fact that she thinks "Cassian would have said yes" sticks out to me. ACOSF shows that Cassian doesn't want Nesta involved with the trove and goes all alphahole when Azriel says Elain shouldn't mess with it because it would mean Nesta would have to. Cassian agreeing to Elain going with Mor somewhere would mean Nesta wouldn't have to.

What's weird is no mention of Rhys here... which suggests to me that he already knows what's going on with Mor. My thinking is whatever decision she is trying to make has to do with the hissing she shut out a few lines up in the same ACOFAS chapter, as this discussion occurs right after that. It makes me wonder if Elain is somehow involved with that hissing, too...

Finally, "But she'd have to tell them, regardless of what she decided, at some point." This means there are 2 things at work here: 1) the "news" and 2) her decision (which cannot be about going to the continent).

I realize this might make no sense but have you noticed this? Am I overanalyzing? Probably lol. But what could this be about??

Thank you so much for sending this intriguing ask! I’ve been taking a break from tumblr due to a bunch of life stuff, so I greatly appreciate your patience. Your ask inspired me to go back and review these sections before responding and after rereading, I do think the sections you highlighted are focused on Mor and her mission on the continent. BUT, they helped me notice an interesting parallel between Mor and Elain that aligned with something I had in the (at this point, endless) drafts, so please read on.

Warning: spoilers for all three series—TOG, CC, and ACOTAR—are below.

I’ll start with Hewn City, which (in part) seems to motivate Mor to accept Rhys’s request. HC has a different kind of darkness than Velaris. It is described as eternal, rotting, and smothering, and it withers all life. (No wonder those families are eager to get out of there. 😅)

There was no light in this place. There never had been. Even the evergreen garlands, holly wreaths, and crackling birchwood fires in honor of the Solstice couldn’t pierce the eternal darkness that dwelled in the Hewn City.

It was not the sort of darkness that Mor had come to love in Velaris, the sort of darkness that was as much a part of Rhys as his blood.

It was the darkness of rotting things, of decay. The smothering darkness that withered all life. (acofas)

I was struck by this language because it reminded me of Elain’s black dress in HC—the unflattering dress that seems to suck the life from her. But in Velaris? Elain is a curvy, glowing goddess wrapped in amethyst velvet. Is it possible that Elain, like Mor, is bound for adventures beyond HC? Or is Sarah setting us up for one of her infamous contradictions?

With scaled beasts of stone and sneering courtiers, HC is also associated with hissing (we’ll circle back to this when we get to the parts you referred to).

And the golden-haired male standing before her in the throne room, amongst the towering pillars carved with those scaled, slithering beasts—he had been created from it. Thrived in it.

The sneering tone. She could still hear the hissed insults beneath it, whispered long ago in her family’s private suite, whispered at every meeting and gathering when her cousin was not present. Half-breed monstrosity. A disgrace to the bloodline. (acofas)

Even though she was born and raised in this smothering darkness, Mor is eager to escape it. And like everyone else in the IC, she dons a mask of cruelty when she is there. She is never able to be herself there.

The words came out of her without thought. And her voice, the voice she used here … Not her own. Never her own, never down here with them in the darkness. Mor kept her voice just as cold and unforgiving as she corrected, “To what do we owe this pleasure, High Lord.”

This mask is something she is accustomed to now, but we have a hint that it did not come as easily to her as it did for Feyre. The fated High Lady of the Night Court became the mistress of HC with far more ease:

Feyre had fallen into the role of mistress of this horrible city with far more ease than she had. Clad in a sparkling onyx gown, the crescent-moon diadem atop her head, her friend looked every part the imperious ruler. As much a part of this place as the twining, serpentine beasts carved and etched everywhere. What Keir, perhaps, had one day pictured for Mor herself.

It’s also not surprising that Lady Death dominated her first event in the rotting darkness of HC. But the third sister? Like Mor, Cassian indicates that the cruelty of HC bothers Elain. And yet she still insists on going and supporting her family. She dons the equivalent of a black grandma dress and Cassian thinks about how it sucks the light and life out of her…much like the darkness of Hewn City, withering all life.

Mor used to enjoy her role (punishing Rhys’s detractors, especially her family) in HC, but we start to see that change in acowar when her father and Eris grow closer. Then in acofas, their solstice meeting triggers one of her most traumatic memories, possibly because Eris wears the same mask of indifference now as he did then:

Eris wasn’t fazed. Nothing had ever disturbed him, ruffled him. Mor had hated it from the moment she’d met him—that distance, that coldness. That lack of interest or feeling for the world. “Then I would suggest to you, High Lord, that you speak to your dear friend Tamlin about it.”

And like the hissing insults of HC, he is also compared to a serpent.

Eris’s mouth curved in an adder’s smile. “Because Tamlin’s territory is the only one that borders the human lands. I’d think that anyone looking to expand would have to go through the Spring Court first. Or at least obtain his permission.”

While Sarah has hinted that Eris is more complex than what we have been led to believe (we know there is a reason for his behavior), he and his court seem to be as cold and cruel as HC, rotting beneath a beautiful veneer:

Warm, buttery sunlight through the leaves, setting them glowing like rubies and citrines. The damp, earthen scent of rotting things beneath the leaves and roots she lay upon. Had been thrown and left upon.

A pale, beautiful face appeared above her, blocking out the jewel-like leaves above. Unmoved. Impassive. “I take it you do not wish to live here, Morrigan.”

She would rather die here, bleed out here. She would rather die and return—return as something wicked and cruel, and shred them all apart.

He must have read it in her eyes. A small smile curved his lips. “I thought so.”

She wished she could grow claws—grow claws as Rhys could—and rip out that pale throat. But that was not her gift. Her gift…her gift had left her here. Broken and bleeding. (acofas)

Eris’ behavior makes Mor wish to become a monster, like the clawed monsters lurking just beneath the skin of the High Lords. It is also reminiscent of witches, who (as we learned from Cassian) become something other—something cold and wretched. In Erilea, ironteeth witches grow iron teeth and claws, and are known for ripping out throats. Mor specifically wished for claws that can rip out throats…but that was not her gift. Six chapters later, Elain asks about changing form, and in the next book, her sisters note how she seemed to grow claws…

“Look who decided to grow claws after all,” she crooned. “Maybe you’ll become interesting at last, Elain.” (acosf)

And showed some teeth…

“Elain showed some teeth,” I observed. “I wasn’t expecting that.” (feysand bonus)

This reference to claws and teeth reminds me of a few things: court inheritance, as that is what Mor specifically compares it to in this scene; shapeshifting (1, 2); and witches (especially ironteeth witches in Erilea). It doesn’t seem to be a coincidence that we first learned about witches in the Illyrian camp, where Mor snorted and stepped aside to reveal Elain after Nesta was accused of being a witch (and of course I’m still hoping something will come of that accusation). Illyrians possess an explosive power (raw killing power that, if not controlled through siphons, can kill the wielder) like ironteeth witches, who have a combination of demon (Valg) and fae heritage. There are theories that Illyrians might have demon and fae heritage as well.

In addition to their solstice experiences in HC, and growing (metaphorical and/or actual) claws, Mor and Elain share other similarities:

golden features and warm eyes

arranged romance with an AC male (via family and/or mating bond)

embodiment of light and color

powers that uncover/verify hidden information (both respond to specific questions and weigh the words of others)

I wouldn’t be surprised if they shared another connection in the future: working as spy and courtier and ambassador to secure peace. The sections you mentioned in your ask seem to refer solely to Rhys’ request for Mor, but the more we learn about the position, the more it seems fitting for Elain as well.

“Az can infiltrate most courts, most lands. But I might need you to win those lands over.” Because the pieces that were now strewn on the table… “Treaty negotiations are dragging on too long.”

“They’re not happening at all.”

.

“You wouldn’t need to be gone for months. Just visits here and there. Casual.”

“Casual, but make the kingdoms and territories realize that if they push too far or enter into human lands, we’ll obliterate them?”

I huffed a laugh. “Something like that. Az has lists of the kingdoms most likely to cross the line.”

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She glanced sidelong at me. “When would I need to leave?”

“Not for another few weeks, maybe a month.”

She nodded, and fell quiet. I debated asking her if she wished to know where Azriel and I thought she might go first, but her silence said enough. She’d go anywhere.

As the spymaster, Azriel gathers intel from multiple sources and uses that information to protect and serve his court. He already has a list of kingdoms on their “watch list,” and this is what Rhys seems to refer to in this scene. While he might be in possession of this list and the general strategy, Rhys often operates alone and keeps secrets from those he claims as family. It sounds like Azriel does not know that Rhys has asked Mor to carry out this mission, which is similar to him asking Cassian to step in and play spy in the Band of Exiles because Azriel is juggling a lot at the moment…but he still has time to train Valkyries? More likely, it’s hard for him to work closely with Lucien at this point given how he feels about Elain, and Rhys knows that because of his conversation about tracking Lucien’s movements in chapter 7.

Rhys offers this position to Mor because they are trying to establish lasting peace.

“You always have a choice. If you don’t want to go, then it’s fine.”

“And who would do it instead? Amren?” A knowing look. I laughed again.

“Certainly not Amren. Not if we want peace.” I added, “Just—do me a favor and take some time to think about it before you say yes. Consider it an offer, not an order.”

This position requires someone who can win others over, someone who is a peacemaker. Later, Mor describes what this position would entail:

How far away the continent seemed, Rhys’s request with it. To go, to play spy and courtier and ambassador, to see those kingdoms long closed, where friends had once dwelled … Yes, her blood called to her. Go as far and wide as you can. Go on the wind.

Mor would be playing spy and courtier and ambassador (and yes, @whysterian, I agree that go on the wind sounds very witchy 😍…it also sounds a lot like an owl). She seems eager to serve her court in this way, but as Mor thinks about the offer, the hissing voices of her past—her family, Eris—start to invade her thoughts and she shuts them out.

But to leave, to let Keir believe he had made her go with his bargain with Eris … Coward. Pathetic coward. She shut out the hissing in her head, running a hand down Ellia’s snowy mane.

We now know that Mor accepted this mission and it is not going well…

“I’ve spent weeks in that blasted court,” Mor said, poking at the flaky pastry beside her teacup, “freezing my ass off, trying to kiss their cold asses, and their king and queen refused the treaty. I came home on the earlier side today because I knew any more last-minute pushing from me would be unwelcome. My time there was supposed to be a friendly visit, after all.”

because of the human queens:

“Why won’t they sign it?”

“Because those stupid human queens are stirring—their army still isn’t disbanded. The Queen of Vallahan even asked me what the point of a peace treaty would be when another war, this time against the humans, might redraw the territory lines far below the wall. I don’t think Vallahan is interested in peace. Or allying with us.”

And who was tasked with monitoring their activities? Azriel.

Az ran a thumb down Truth-Teller’s black hilt, the silver runes on the dark scabbard shimmering in the light. “What about the human queens?”

“We continue to watch. You continue to watch.”

“Vassa knows that the Queens of the Realm will be a threat until they are dealt with,” I said at last. Another tidbit that Lucien had told us. Well, Az and me at least. “But unless the queens step out of line, it’s not for us to face. If we sweep in, even to stop them from triggering another war, we’ll be seen as conquerors, not heroes. We need the humans in other territories to trust us, if we can ever hope to achieve lasting peace.” (acofas)

But they are stirring again and he can’t tackle this issue on his own (or through the source he might usually interact with). Enter, Cassian. Rhys asks him—the last person you’d expect, who also happens to be dismissed as a loyal dog much like Elain—to play spy out in the open. They need information from a trusted source and that is no longer Lucien, their emissary who is becoming increasingly loyal to the Band of Exiles.

“Az and I have good reason to believe that the human queens are scheming again. I need you to look into it. Deal with it.” (acosf)

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Rhys went on, “Azriel is juggling more than he’ll admit right now. I’m not dumping another responsibility on him. This task of yours will help him.” Rhys flashed a challenging smile. “And let us all see what you’re really made of.”

“You want me to play spy?”

“There are other ways to glean information, Cass, besides peeking through keyholes. Az isn’t a courtier. He works from the shadows. But I need someone—I need you—standing in the open.

He needs someone who can play spy in the light. Through his spying out in the open, Cassian learns that the three remaining queens have scattered to the winds:

Eris said, “I have it on good authority that the other three queens have scattered to the winds.” Cassian tucked away the information and the questions it raised. How did Eris know that? “Briallyn has been residing alone in their palace for weeks now. Long before my soldiers vanished.” (acosf)

And Koschei, the mastermind whispering on the wind, has been influencing them for quite some time.

“Why was he imprisoned?” Cassian asked. “The story is too long to tell,” she hedged. “But know that Briallyn and the others sold me to him not through their devices, but his. By words he planted in their courts, whispered on the winds.” (acosf)

Most importantly, they are still a concern at the end of Nesta’s story:

But Nesta smoothed his bunched brow, as if she could see those worries there. “Later,” she promised. “We’ll deal with all that later.” Including the remaining queens, Koschei, and a still-looming war. (acosf)

But will Mor and Cassian continue to play spy, ambassador, courtier, etc? Negotiations on the continent are proceeding poorly because of the human queens who have scattered on the winds. What does that mean for the stability of their territories? Someone will need to locate them swiftly and, at some point, convince other leaders not to claim vulnerable territories as their own. Sadly, Cassian’s efforts have yielded little information on the whereabouts of the queens. And Mor can’t seem to leave Vallahan fast enough after her latest attempt to convince their leaders to sign a treaty. Enter, Elain.

Why Elain? We know she wins over others easily (her staff adored her, and everyone and their mom wants to protect her), gets answers to her questions with ease, keeps secrets as well as the spymaster, and routinely surprises others with her stealthy appearance. She can maneuver silently in the light and among the shadows. And unlike her sister, Elain tends to be a calming presence, more of a peacemaker.

“You still can barely talk to Nesta,” I said. “Yet Elain you can talk to nicely.”

“Elain is Elain.”

“If you blame one, you have to blame the other.”

“No, I don’t. Elain is Elain,” he repeated. “Nesta is … she’s Illyrian. I mean that as a compliment, but she’s an Illyrian at heart. So there is no excuse for her behavior.” (acofas)

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Illyrians were strong, proud, fearless. But peacemakers, they were not. (acofas)

And Rhys hints that, as a gardener, she is willing to get her hands dirty for a pretty result—like peace.

Cassian will likely be occupied with the Illyrians and the Valkyries. Mor, who can hold her own against any illyrian…

There was a reason she’d held her own in battle, and could hold her own against any Illyrian. My brothers and I had overseen much of the training ourselves, but she’d spent years traveling to other lands, other territories, to learn what they knew. (acofas)

…might return to Prythian and join Valkyrie training in Azriel’s place as @offtorivendell predicted in this post.

Mor grinned. “You mind if I start joining you once this business with Vallahan is over? I never got to train with the Valkyries before the first War, and after it, they were all gone.”

“I think the priestesses would like to see you,” Nesta said, and glanced to Cassian to make sure he didn’t mind. He waved a hand. (acosf)

Elain could use her powers to track down the queens (as she did with the Suriel, who traveled like the wind) in real time and play peacemaker on the continent. Spy and courtier and ambassador. This would also bring her closer to her two love interests—one a spy and the other an emissary—and heighten the tension between them. These tasks are even more important with the looming threat of the Asteri (who may be connected to Koschei, creator of chaos and influencer of human queens). Divided as their world is now, they are an even more vulnerable target.

So while I don’t think those sections are about Elain (yet), @whysterian, I do think they might foreshadow her future as a peacemaker who is more than ready to get her hands dirty.

#elain archeron #mor acotar #spy and ambassador and emissary #maasverse #hosab spoilers #tog spoilers

[juneviews]

What you said abt p'jojo, I feel this.

For Chueam, I thought for sure she would be more developed but I understood quickly (but not so quickly) it wouldn't and i was sad. Yeah sure it's a BOYSLOVE, but I thought.

The thing is, I started the first 3 eps of the show and realized it wasn't what I thought it would be, and that is saying smthg bc I had zero expectations. So I did a thing that I already did for a little few other gmmtv shows, I stopped watching, let loose of my thoughts, and started over 2 weeks later and catching it up live again. And honestly it was better. But I wasn't like other ppl in the fandom lmao. I had no analysis, no theories, no nothing. It was just vibes😅 But then something happened and idk why, but I got bored of it ??? Idk maybe it's like you said and this series had lots of shocking value, but in other departments it was lacking.

 Like the lack of repercussions or like just you know, finishing somethings, having resolutions. And having it makes sense for the characters, bc how you feel with something tells you what kind of a person you are. But they seem to kind of always cut that ? I don't know the words exactly English isn't my first language sorry (I'm so mad I can't find the words it's killing me my god).

For me it was also too much for the stable pairings if it makes sense. Like the first and khao and book and force (Mark and neo in this series as a couple was a great choice bc I didnt that 'problem' with them). I don't follows the actors closely at all but sometimes I could sense something weird. Like it's for example an actor interacting with the other actor he's close with, and not another entity interacting with another with their own (fictional) feelings. Again I'm really sorry for my weird English I don't know how to say it 😅 hope it makes sense lol.

So all in all, kind of fun, I don't mind having characters that have a grey moral, in fact I like them the most, or having characters opposite of my morals, bc it makes me think, and keep things interesting (well usually).

I like the mess usually, and I did like some in this series, but maybe this show is not for me bc it was a mess yes be for me not the right reason in a way, I think. Also I love a series that is concentrated on friends but sometimes hum something was lacking idk.

There is one thing that happened who made me rrreeeaallly think. Bc a character isn't supposed to always be the light of reason, and can make mistakes, or just have a different opinion of mine the watcher. And I like that. But yeah at one point I wanted to wake-up-slap Chueam. Bc I dont understand what the show/the story/the show runners whatever  was trying to tell me. And that's what I talked abt earlier. Bc either it is something that is not well resolved until the end, or it is and that's just that. Honestly idk.

[ Boston find a new group of friends. Bc they're like yeah we're messy and fucked up and then act or pretend like they are morally white and the he is evil. But I do like though how Nick and Boston broke up. That he should find someone who is okay with his way of life and share the same sentiments abt monogamy.]

And lastly I like the actors but i I'm so tired of seeing them with the same couple pairing. I want them to grow up outside of their couple pairing bc you can sense a sense of safety net when they act together. I find they are GOOD actors, I just want them to fly more.

But then again, all of this is my opinion, it's very subjective (apart from the lack of development of chueam, of course).

Maybe I'll rewatch this series next year in a binge. I'll be waiting for your review, if you will do one.

Sorry this is long, I send you my regards 🐝

I agree with everything you've said above. I think that when p'jojo announced this show as the gay friend zone, I was hoping it would bring the one thing that friend zone does not have into its show: queer community. I was hoping that, despite the drama, this would feel like such a relatable show to anyone who has a queer group of friends... but it really wasn't. the only parts I truly LOVED are sand being openly bi, though sadly all of his relationships are with men, and the kiss scene between sand & nick when they just laugh bc they realize they're not compatible. THIS! this felt like the queer experience. if the show had leaned into this kind of scenes, I would've honestly overlooked everything else. but again, having watched friendzone where 1) its female characters are developed 2) its WLW characters are loved & developed 3) stud is the best "slutty messy gay" character and boston WISH he could be him 4) topmew are just a re-hash of samearth's boring ass relationship 5) arm's character in friend zone was everything boeing should've been... the purpose of only friends becomes only the audience being shocked bc two random actors kissed and/or fucked. and by the end? I got mond & first kissing yet I felt nothing. ME! the biggest not me stan & a fan of the gramyok ship... felt absolutely nothing about seeing them kiss. bc since everyone kissed there was nothing to be surprised about. I'm glad that despite the show's popularity, people are FINALLY opening their eyes & seeing that it was not a good show and never was from the very start.

note: I feel the need to say something bc a few people have been misinterpreting what I mean when referencing the queer community. I do think this show represents some of the queer community well, and perhaps I relied too much on people knowing my opinion of jojo tichakorn & his previous shows for it to get understood. what I'm saying in this ask is that the show didn't lean into the queer FRIENDSHIP enough like the nicksand kiss example that I stated above, not that the queer experience reflected on the show is bad or unrealistic.

xxx

#answers #only friends #only friends the series #friend zone #friend zone the series #friend zone 2 #ALSO apologizing for your english is not allowed on this blog!!! you're doing great!!! give yourself more credit!!!

[https-sonshine]

Muy Grande

pairing : son heung-min x reader

word count : 911 words

warnings: slightly suggestive, slight cursing

authors note: hey guys this is a small draft from the fanfic i’m working on.i haven’t written in a while so i’m not quite sure if i’m doing it right. please feel free to leave constructive criticism and let me know what you guys think about it 😅

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Son watches you.

The humid summer air envelopes him and makes him clammy as he watches as you pull your shorts down. Denim stutters against your skin as sweat cling to them. With your back against the brick wall, you lift your feet to stand on tiptoes. Your cheeks look soft and shiny under the dim alleyway light. Watching you start to relieve yourself, the puddle under you grows. Something is intoxicating about the look of instant relief on your face.

Fuck. Why am I getting harder?

A night out drinking sealed his fate. He knew he should've been resting for the upcoming match. Drinking wasn't his thing. Inevitably, he had been a victim of peer pressure. He didn't expect to meet you. You were like coming up for a breath of fresh air. Underneath his cherry smile, he had been drowning in the pressure of leading his team through the world cup. He didn't want to disappoint his country. He was sure you had yet to learn who he was and that you would have no recollection of tonight's events. His thoughts wandered to your friends, your boyfriend.

What kind of boyfriend purposely tries to pimp their girlfriend out? Is there not a limit to showing off?

However, that thought left his head as soon as it knocked his mind. After all, it was none of his business. Since that dreadful drinking game, you had stuck to him like glue. Rocking back and forth uncomfortably, you tugged on his shirt sleeve.

"Preciso de urinar," she slurred.

(I need to pee)

"What"

"Urinar, o toalete," you exclaimed whilst rubbing your legs together.

(Pee, the toilet)

Toilet?

His mouth formed an O shape as the realisation hit him. He looked around, but it seemed unlikely that any English players would return soon. Son wiped his sweaty palms against his shorts and carefully pushed you two through the crowd in search of a toilet.

The familiar sight of a female stick figure caused him to exhale a breath he didn't know he was holding. He strengthened his grip on your hand and dragged you towards the long line of women.

"A linha...." you muttered, causing his eyebrows to shoot up.

(The line...)

"É muito longa, linha longa, longa," you kept repeating like a chant.

(Is too long, line long, long)

He ran his hands through his head, mouth slightly open, yet no words could come out

"Linhaa longa" you let go of his hand and pointed towards the line.

(Linee is long )

"Line too long?" he said, making you nod mindlessly.

How did he end up here? He asked himself again. Before he could start feeling sorry for himself, he noticed the pretty girl was no longer standing before him. Instead, she was stumbling toward the bar's exit. He quickly made his way towards you just in time to witness their pathetic attempt at pushing a pull door.

Cute

"A porta não abre porque" he saw you pout and squeeze your eyes shot before you pointed at the door

(The door isn't opening. Why? )

"It's a pull door," he lightly chuckled whilst pulling the door open

Her eyes bored into his. Suddenly, her face cracked into a smile.

"Muy grande" is all she said

(You're so cool)

God, what he would do just to see her smile like that again

And this is how he ended up in this humid summer air instead of the comfort of his hotel room.

At the entrance to the alleyway, he stood guard to ensure you didn't attract anyone's attention. To ensure that no creeps were doing what he was doing right now.

Despite being finished, you haven't shimmied back up the wall. Or re-put your shorts on. Son observes as you tilt your head to the side, glistening eyes meeting his gaze.

Don't be weird. Don't make this weird.

"Sorry, I'm sorry-"

"Está bem," You giggle and continue to sit there for a little while, the alcohol in your system making your brain sluggish.

(It's okay)

"Merda, eu estou perdido"

(Shit, I'm wasted)

"Your pants are not on," he quickly says before turning around, which causes you to look back down at your bare legs encased in shorts. He hears a muttered "Merda" from behind him, which prompts him to turn around as your hands clumsily pull the sides up, underwear and all. You don't even button them before standing back up in such a shaky manner that Son extends a hand to you for support.

As you start strolling out of the alleyway, he can't help but notice your panties poking out from above your waistband

"Wait, wait!" He shouts, "Button your shorts first," grasping your arm to stop you.

You waste too much time fumbling with the zipper and button before giving up and letting your hands drop to your sides.

"Voce nao fala portugues voce?" she mumbled before biting her lip.

(You don't speak Portuguese, do you?)

"Can't," you hiccup, "do it for me."

Son hesitates before coming up from behind you. Your panties are twisted and sitting high on your hips as a result of how forcefully you shoved them up. The front of the shorts are entirely exposed and barely holding on.

The warmth of your body pressed against his only made him harder, his shaky fingers not taking long to push the button through.

His hands drop, and he slowly moves from behind you, scared he's made you uncomfortable. You turn around, closing the gap between you two, faces close, sparkly eyes smiling at him with an emotion he can't make out.

"I-"

"The others must be wondering where we are," you say before remaking your way out with faltering steps.

Completely unaware of what you've just done to him.

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[khaleesiofalicante]

You know, I get people will be mad or upset or shocked that Magnus is a villain. But the fucking potential is so amazing? Like other Magnus doing villain-y and evil shit, and people will try to yk, perhaps justify his actions or look for a reason as to why Magnus is doing all this, because come on, Magnus is practically a saint. For him to do all this, seems pretty unrealistic. So, it's going to be such an amazing thing to explore in my opinion. Like Dani, you must be having so much fun writing this arc. Because to make a fan favorite and a very kind and a hero character, a villain, is some interesting task. I'm so jealous of you mind (in a good way, please don't be offended). Like I'm loving this plot twist. Idc if it makes me weird but the thing about a beloved character being a villain is that, if it was any new character, we'd just hate him/her on principle and just judge his/her actions in a negative light. But the nuances of Magnus being a villain is gonna be so fun to explore for me. I'm so looking forward to lbaf 7 (sorry rwrb mavid, I was excited for you, but this just took my breath away). Magnus is one of my favorite characters and i love love love this new arc. Can't wait to see what you have in store for us.

I just wanted to share my thoughts,sorry for rambling 😅

Much Love💙

Haha I explained this bit to my mom (because I told her my story ended today and she asked me how it ended) and her response was the same - that's something very interesting to explore because it's not just good guy gone bad. this is literally a fallen angel situation.

he isn't madeleine. he is magnus bane. so he as a villain is a thousand times worse because he is smart and strategic and knows how to get people to like him. those are dangerous skills for a villain to have...

I'm very very excited to write him! I hope you like it when you read it 💙

#lbaf

[sneezemonster15]

Hi! One last question heheh

Sorry to bother you

I just keep thinking, if the character of Sasuke was added as a form for suggestion from the editor, how Kishi got the idea to make Naruto and Sasuke a gay couple? , or do you think it just happened? I mean it was a Shounen, and if Kishi wasn't intentional in make a gay romance before bringing Sasuke to the story, like why he took the risk and the stress (to be more subtle abt the romance) to begin with? Or he was intended to make Naruto gay before he even added Sasuke?

Maybe is a dumb question hahaha

Don't respond if you don't have time.

Thank you for taking your time making all these post, they are really interesting, they blew my mind many times when reading them😁

Like before finding your blog I didn't think that Hinata was such an horrible character, like I can't believe I missed all the hints and storyline that Kishimoto wrote, I still can't believe how he managed perfectly to write a gay romance and the whole world ignored it or think it wasnt (at first I thought that😅😂) , his writing is top tier, honestly he managed to trick us all. Naruto succeeded in a homophobic society and it's still one of the most successful manga in the world, with one of the largest fandom around the world, its so mind blowing, I can't find any other word to describe it haha.

Now with the given information of your blog, I just feel soo sad about the ending, and I didn't feel much like this before, like I used to think: "well it was okay with the wedding of NH and the other stuff like meh, a cliché ending like many other animes" 🤷‍♀️ and theeen I discovered your blog and I felt so eye-opened and so sad at the same time😭 like imagine how many years of kisses and hugs Naruto and Sasuke already lost before the reconciliation, and then they lost another 12 years because they can't be together because of their fking nh ss, like fr😭

( P. S. I apologize for the bad english, I'm not a english native speaker)

Well thank you again and greetings!

I'll be looking forward for more of your post.

Have a amazing day😊

Hi.

If readers feel sad reading this blog, then I have accomplished my goal. You got what I was trying to say. Hehehe. You are supposed to feel sad. Because it is such a grand and beautiful love story with such a tragic ending. Like it's the longest love story I have ever sat through. The longest, most feelingly written, love story with a sad ending and yet you would wanna sit through it again. It's a kind of sweet torture. It has a weird hold. If you have really truly seen it, you realize you have never seen anything like it before. It's so righteously earnest and yet cleverly subversive. The themes of light and darkness, yin and yang, night and day, sun and moon, with all the shades in between, the story itself reads like that. There is such innocence and lightness and a tenderness to it and yet there is darkness and it's bloody and sinister. There's so much hope and despair at the same time. There's such feather lightness and crushing heaviness to it. So many scenes make you feel happy and sad and aching and nostalgic at the same time. I will never forget the scenes with tiny Gaara. Ever. It's branded on my brain. Kishi is a very sensitive writer, make no mistake. He understands. He knows there are no binaries. He writes all shades. So many characters he wrote are so iconic, because so many of them are so relatable to fans in their own ways, that's quite a feat for a writer. He is inspired by one of his favourite films, 'The never-ending story', which I feel like he also relates to. In the sense, he relates to the notion of a troubled young boy who uses his imagination to cope with the world, building fantasies and entire worlds and great romance and elaborate characters in his head. He put quite a bit of thought in his characters, the way he has written them consistently, and yet very shrewdly. He has written them so well, he has polarised his audience. A huge audience. Powerful storytelling.

Kishimoto did say in one of his interviews that Yahagi San, his editor suggested giving Naruto a rival which happened to be Sasuke.

Kishimoto paid a lot of attention to write Sasuke and Naruto in character, and why wouldn't he? They are the main characters, the main act. He works with a team of editors and artists. This doesn't mean that Kishimoto hadn't thought of Sasuke's character before this. Obviously a lot of thought has gone behind Sasuke's design, characterisation and arc. Kishimoto has often talked about how Sasuke has been the most challenging character for him to write and draw. That he had to give Sasuke a lot of situations for his arc and story to proceed as Kishi needed to, for it to move the plot. Sasuke has been written in a lot of scenes. Kishimoto said Yahagi San suggested to make Sasuke Naruto's 'rival', rival being the operative term. Kishi probably had already conceived of Sasuke's character, it's not possible he hadn't, given how much Sasuke's character contributed to Naruto's own arc and story from start to end. But a seasoned Yahagi San must have guided a very young and professionally inexperienced Kishimoto about how to go about introducing different characters and specifically a character as important as Sasuke.

Yes, he intended to write Naruto as closeted gay from the start. It's one of the defining features of his character in the story, none of it comes without deeply brainstorming about it. Even the pilot has portrayed shades of his sexuality, but I am glad Kishi changed many things post pilot. But Naruto's characterisation as a closeted gay boy is pretty consistent throughout.

Writing a story and characters is a matter of inspiration and creativity. A professional writer can write something in a matter of hours if the inspiration strikes them or take months and months and nothing would materialise. It depends.

But whatever the author writes, it's the editor's job to make sure that the desired impact of the story is properly delivered, as intended by the author and anything that is a hindrance to that is removed or rectified.

As for your question here, I don't really need to debunk anything. What I mean is that there's nothing to debunk.

I know SS stans put a lot of weight into this panel for two reasons : 1) Eyemex or whatever they call it. Eye contact ie. 2) Panel size, where it is a largish panel which shows Sakura being held by Sasuke.

And apparently this panel makes all of the things that happened between Sasuke and Sakura alright. Everything. Sasuke's contempt towards her, his apathy, his brutal honesty, his utter disinterest in her and absolutely nothing that indicates he is being tsundere towards her. Yeah, SS stans are embarrassing like that.

But the fact is that it still doesn't prove anything. If anything, even here Kishi was gung ho on maintaining the focus on Naruto and Sasuke. The Sasuke and Sakura panel is a het bait. Because Kishi had to draw one scene with them together foreshadowing the canon ending where Sasuke and Sakura were paired together. That's all this panel means.

Because what else could it mean? Through the entirety of Shippuden, we hardly see any significant SS interaction, and what there is shows how much Sasuke doesn't care about Sakura. The war arc itself underlined it again and again what with leaving Sakura to perish in the lava dimension, mocking her or dismissing her as she would try to interact with him. One has to look at what precedes and succeeds the panel. One cannot simply draw meaning out of an isolated panel unless the context is set up.

And what is the set up here? The context is that Sasuke and Naruto were together fighting Kaguya while the rest of them were feeling pretty useless and a burden/liability, including Kakashi and Sakura. Obito is feeling guilty. Kaguya sends Sasuke to another dimension while Naruto is determinedly and strategically fighting Kaguya, while being worried about Sasuke. Obito senses it and is prepared to help him out with Sakura's help. Naruto is very grateful to Obito because he is helping him to look for Sasuke.

Kishi even made sure to mention it in the external narration. Naruto and Obito go to save Sasuke, hehe.

While Naruto, Sakura and Obito are looking for Sasuke, Naruto is trying to sense Sasuke's chakra. On the other side, Sasuke is trying to sense Naruto's chakra. They can sense each other's chakras. Just like that. What does it imply?

What impression does this give the reader? That they are so thoroughly attuned to each other, they can easily sense each other's chakras and just follow it to find each other. Like they are connected.

In this panel, Sasuke thanks Obito for his help, which he used in conjunction with his own Rinnegan ability. Yes, some focus is certainly put on the eye contact. But like I said, if there's nothing romantic indicated in the context and subtext, in fact, the opposite, you can simply attribute it to het bait which Kishi serves the audiences pretty regularly. It also helps the reader build expectations as to what will happen in future.

If Sakura was so instrumental to this scene and Sasuke, why isn't that present in the context? Why is Kishi only focusing on Naruto and Sasuke? Well, he ain't the only one. Lol.

This happens right after the panel under discussion. It's about Sasuke and Naruto. They are the core. They are the main act. They will change the fate of the shinobi world together. All this is already established properly by this point in the arc.

And right after Sasuke is rescued and brought back to the dimension where Naruto is, he immediately runs towards Naruto, Naruto becomes really happy, and they bicker, like usual.

Lol. All of this, the way the scene was built up and rendered, puts stress on how solid Sasuke and Naruto's bond is. Like the entire thing. The way situations are created, the way conflicts or problems are presented and then the way they are resolved. In the Sasuke rescue mission, the focus went to Obito's character who had a specific reason to help Naruto.

Narratively, the focus was put on Obito who came off as the true rescuer, Sasuke is made to thank Obito after the rescue operation, the external narrative also doesn't even mention Sakura. Sakura was effectively a replacement of Naruto in this scene because the real body of Naruto was fighting Kaguya and Naruto's clone wouldn't have had enough chakra, so she volunteered. Because she could help with the one commodity she could offer at this point, since nothing else she could offer really helped here. And she needed to be brought in the narrative, since so much emphasis was put on teamwork just prior to this, so Kishi wrote this in, Sakura being a part of Sasuke's rescue operation. The least she could do and not be labelled completely useless. That and punching Kaguya as Kakashi set it up for her. Seriously, what else did she even do that didn't end up as a complete embarrassing disaster for her in this arc, especially after Sasuke joins the war and she starts to show off? Lol. And following this SS interaction, if you can even call it that, the next SS interaction in the same arc should be enough for fans to stop considering this panel as so important. Lol. Sakura confesses to him like she is dying without him, no matter the current situation where there's a freaking war going on lol, he emphatically rejects her and then genjutsues her ass so she would stop getting in Naruto and Sasuke's way.

SS stans are not to be taken seriously. Oh sure, Sasuke and Naruto talking about giving their lives for each other while delivering full fledged romantic Shakespearan dialogues for each other isn't romantic but Sasuke looking at Sakura is. Lol.

As for your question about the post I wrote about Gaiden.

I saw in one of your post, about how sasuke proposed to Naruto after his journey after war, and how naruto rejected him because Naruto is a closeted gay, all of it this proposal was implied in Gaiden( I haven't read it)?Or is just a theory that connects all the dots of why the SasuSaku looks so bad in the Boruto era? hehe

Yes, it was my theory but like I wrote in the post, it's entirely extrapolated from canon. Shippuden, Gaiden and Boruto movie. All I am doing is writing about the consistent nuances that Kishi writes in, given its shounen and he had to be careful about writing a gay narrative in it, Brokeback Mountain style, hehe. He wrote Gaiden in a way which compelled the reader to read between the lines, at least the perceptive audiences. He uses several allusions for the SNS dynamic that he uses throughout Naruto and Shippuden and writes very consistently granular nuances that he writes for Naruto, Sasuke and Sakura's characters in their respective scenes. If one is paying attention, they can tell all of it. You can give Gaiden a read, it will all become clear to you. Kishi wanted to bridge the gap between the larger narrative and the disparate ending that didn't satisfy the potential climax he was building towards with it. He wanted to tell the audience that SS was a sham and that Sasuke and Naruto are truly the real pairing but because of the worldbuilding of the shinobi world, they couldn't be together as they were meant to. Rather, they are carrying their burdens, sharing their burdens because they are shinobis who are meant to suffer and endure. But at least, they are doing it with each other's support. It is still heartbreaking.

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