#then again I know hate reading is hard to overcome that used to be me but it made my life so much worse so listen just don’t it’s it’s

[jinkicake]

YOUR ARRANGED/FORCED MARRIAGE IS SO GOOD OMG. if you’re up to it, i was wondering if you could write one for childe? ofc only if you want to <3

Forced / Arranged Marriage Trope 

Childe, Scaramouche x Reader

A/N: Hi, Anon, you're so sweet!!! Thank you!! I had to add Scaramouche too bc... I simply had to (it fits so well w him) so I hope that is okay~ I kinda got carried away and made Childe sorta yandere, im sorry I love him being unhinged and it scares me in the best way like somehow scara is soft but I made childe not…. Hmmm i love childe!!!!!!

fem!reader bc I like the use of ‘wife’

WC - 1.5k

TW // SLIGHT YANDERE!CHILDE (NOT REALLY)

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Childe

“If you’re thinking about going back to that kitten outside I will tie you down to our bed.” Childe’s rather calm voice strikes you down on the spot, almost as if you’ve been struck with a flash of lightning. The original plan that you had was to make a stealthy exit through the front door, you should have known better. You try to keep your frantic heart sane as you slowly turn on the tips of your toes to face him. 

Your husband is sitting in one of the couches of your front room as he thumbs through a book gifted by a friend of his in Liyue. It’s incredibly hard to not roll your eyes as he practically sits in the dark like some villain, tucked away and hoping to catch you lacking. 

“Come here.” Despite his soft voice, you can tell that he is not in the mood to play with you. You clench your teeth painfully tight and wordlessly head to stand by his side. The harbinger doesn’t look up from his book as he blindly grabs your wrist, tightly wrapping his fingers around the two bones. He presses his touch, imprinting his fingers, into your skin as his thumb rubs comforting strokes against you. “Be more careful wife, it’s too dangerous to go out late at night.” Through your leveled breathing, you can’t help but gasp as he tugs you closer toward him. “I would hate for anything to happen to you.”

You don’t have it in yourself to tell him that the dangers inside this house put any of those outside of it to shame. 

“I know,” You settle for something that will please him, a kind phrase that will acknowledge his worries and provide him with a sense of understanding. By the narrowing of his dull eyes, you seemingly said something completely wrong.

“I don’t think you do.” Childe finally looks at you and the blank expression on his face causes a sense of fear to find root in your heart. He looks at you calculatingly as if he is planning his every move and the one that follows in his head. “How can I possibly make it clear to you?”

The vision that lights up on his hip makes your entire body freeze.

“No- I believe you, I won’t go out anymore,” In your panic, all you manage to sound is desperate. Childe ignores you.

“I really just want to protect you, don’t you understand how much you mean to me?” It’s so terribly difficult for you to focus on him as his voice is overcome with heavy emotion. Almost like a flip of a switch, the thought of losing you breaks his sanity and pushes him to a dark edge. “Oh, ангел (angel), you must listen to me,”

You’ll do anything if it means you’ll never have to see him in his foul legacy form again. 

“I will, I will, I promise.” Despite all your troubles, you dryly swallow any anxious nerves down. You place your free hand over his own, slowly closing the book that Childe is reading. “жизнь  моя (my life), let’s go to bed, please.” His native language sounds heavy on your tongue and you nearly twist the muscle trying to spit the pet name out. For once, you applaud your memory and mentally thank Childe for always calling you something other than your own name. 

“Right,” Childe puts the book on the coffee table before rising to his towering height, he stands above you with a sweet smile on his face. Despite the warm expression, you nearly start to break into a sweat at the lack of feeling seen in his eyes. “I am rather tired. We can finish this in the morning.”

“Of course,” You struggle to give him a smile back and choose to instead place a kiss on the back of his knuckles. Childe greedily bathes in your affections as he wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his chest. 

“You know that I love you, жена (wife),” His voice now sounds uncharacteristically vulnerable, it quickly smothers over any of your fear and hostility and causes your heartstrings to twinge with adoration. “I couldn’t handle it if anything happened to you.” 

Perhaps you are just as far gone off the deep end as he is because, above all else, you feel safest in his arms and sheer terror in his presence. 

“I will always protect you with my life. If I must, I will kill for you, Родна́я (dear).”

Scaramouche 

“You can’t be serious.” In all the years you’ve been married to Scaramouche, there have been multiple times when you thought him to be ridiculous. This situation is by far the most ridiculous of them all. Above everything else, the Harbinger is a drama king.

“I will not have my wife being accompanied by another man.” His anger is laughable, you’ve seen the true extent of it but, it’s hard to take him seriously when he’s glaring at you from under his too-large-of-a-hat.

“I wouldn’t have to be accompanied at all if you just let me go by myself,” Your reasoning does not get through to him.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” He snaps and the bite isn’t even strong, you already expected this from him. “As if I could let you out of my sight for a minute,”

In the worst way possible, your husband is attached to you with no desire to let you go. Although he tries with his affections and will lovingly pet your hair with an awkward hand, he still stumbles over his own two feet when around you. 

“I want to visit Mondstadt for their Windblume festival, you promised me that we would go.” You’re stubborn in your ways and are unwilling to let Scaramouche forget his first and foremost obligations to you. “I am going with or without you.” 

Your husband glares at you, eyes narrowed in frustration as he clenches and unclenches his fists. All you do is stand patiently and wait for his fit to end. 

“Fine.” He grunts and quickly writes a note on his desk, you excitedly wait for him as he hands the note to one of the guards outside his door. It’s only when he closes his office door again and it’s the two of you alone inside that you run to him with open arms. 

“I’m so excited!” You gush and gush while squeezing your arms around his waist. Scaramouche pats you back as he tips his hat to cover more of his face, he quietly scoffs through your cheers. 

If he had an ounce of courage to stand up to you the way he does the other Harbingers, the way he just told Dottore to fuck off through a simple note, then perhaps the puppet would have some control in his marriage. 

Much to your delight, he does not.

“What is the point of all this?” The grumpiness that Scaramouche is exuding does not go over your head. All it takes is a simple squeeze of your hand, which is tightly held within his own, to make his grumbling melt away under the Mondstadt sun. Being tucked away in the forest, away from the cozy town and any of its people is something you’ve already become accustomed to.

Whenever you travel with your husband, the two of you can’t get too close to others because of his status as a Harbinger and everything else.

“We are supposed to strengthen our relationships!” You place your basket onto the soft green grass before pulling out a blanket with one hand. Somehow you manage to spread it out and sit before ushering your husband to do the same. “Don’t you want to improve your relationship with me?”

Scaramouche rolls his eyes.

“What is there to improve?” He turns to glare at anything but you, his hard eyes rest on the trees and then the blue sky all while you sweetly tuck his hair behind his ear. The soft action internally makes him flinch but, on the outside, all the Harbinger manages to do is blush. “You’re already perfect,” 

“Aren’t you sweet?” You tease and lean over to place a kiss on his cheek. Scaramouche pushes you away, hand resting on your shoulder before he throws the idea away and tightens his grip. The gentle smile on your face, radiating more warmth than the spring sun could ever provide him, makes the Harbinger feel a little nervous. 

You are everything to him. 

Just as he goes to kiss you, a lone dandelion flows through the air. He watches it carefully as it sneaks over your head and fades away into the distance. The entire time he is distracted, you lean over again and place a kiss on his lips. 

“Happy Windblume, my love,”

Scaramouche can’t even fight the ridiculous smile off of his face as he makes a promise about your future together. 

“We will have to do this again next year. We’ll return every year.”

#childe x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin x female reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #yandere childe #scaramouche fluff #childe x y/n #scaramouche x you

[aphroditelovesu]

I have another TLQ request for you, but only if you want to do it!

I want to request a oneshot or reaction blurb where Reader meets Bucephalus. I used to do some horseback riding, and all my horse books always mentioned him. I always loved the story about how he was frightened of his own shadow and how a young Alexander helped him overcome it by directing him towards the sun😭. Honestly, I would be freaking out just as much (if not more) about meeting Bucephalus as I would be about meeting Alexander.

As a bonus, maybe he (Bucephalus) actually likes our girl and even let's her sit on him and maybe ride him a little? Some sources claim that he only let alexander ride him. The fact that he lets reader do it too could encourage Alexander's infatuation with her. It would also be an interesting story for historians. However, I'll leave the details up to you.

Thanks again! 💞😊

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❝ 📜— lady l: I'm not sure if it turned out good, but... It's what I managed to do with the little time I have, I hope you like it anyway and feel free to give me your opinion! Good reading and sorry for any mistakes! ❤️

❝tw: none, just fluffly and soft yan!Alexander.

❝📜 word count: 1,185.

The place where they kept the horses was, to say the least, disgusting. You couldn't judge, not much, considering where you were, but still they could have been a little more careful with the poor horses.

This irritated you and it wasn't a small matter. You should have a serious talk with Alexander later.

You looked around, making sure no one was around. Knowing that all the servants and slaves, by god how you hated this part, were busy as the camp would soon move again, you decided to try your luck and take a horse for a ride.

You felt like a criminal, and in a way, you were.

Although all you wished was to be able to ride a little. There wasn't much to do in the camp at the moment, Alexander and the others were busy in war councils and you found yourself bored. Wanting a little action and no bloodshed, preferably.

Sighing loudly, you looked at the available horses. There weren't many, just those mounted by the cavalry and the generals and the King.

Okay, maybe there were several.

You weren't picky, anyone would do. Your goal was simple; take a horse, sneak it out of camp, that was the hard part, ride it for a bit and then give it back. It couldn't be that difficult, could it?

You looked at the horses who ignored you. Everyone was interested in their food.

All but one.

You smirked when you saw that a black horse, a stallion, you noticed, was the only one who didn't ignore you. Instead, he looked back at you as if challenging you.

He was daring you to get closer to him, to ride him.

Your heart skipped a beat, you knew who that horse was.

Bucephalus.

The legendary horse of Alexander the Great.

''Hey...'' You whispered the words, not sure what to do.

You always liked animals and you couldn't deny that you had an affection for horses and look where you were. Head-on with one of the most famous horses in history. How should you react? No, doing so was beyond your comprehension, but then again, everything that had happened in your life in the last few weeks was beyond comprehension. So finding Bucephalus was normal, even.

At least it wasn't Incitatus, you were grateful for it.

Bucephalus whinnied at you, still looking at you with those deep black eyes. They reminded you of someone.

''Eh... Mister Bucephalus?'' As soon as the words left your mouth you scoffed at yourself. Really? By god, (Y/N), what is wrong with you? It's just a horse.

Except it wasn't just a horse. It was the horse.

You looked at her in wonder. He was magnificent, his fine black fur, his physical size and intense black eyes were beautiful. You dare say he was the most beautiful stallion you had ever seen in your entire life.

Absolutely wonderful.

''You're amazing, aren't you?'' You approached unconsciously and brought your right hand to his snout, stroking it slowly and gently. Bucephalus didn't back away but he didn't make a sound, he just stared at you.

With courage drawn from God only knows where, you decided on a more direct approach. ''Do you mind if I... Ride you?''

It probably wasn't what you should have done but there were no witnesses at the time, right?

Bucephalus whinnied in response, although you didn't understand if it was a yes or a no. You bit your lower lip and guided him out of the place where he was being kept.

You were either very brave or very stupid. Or maybe you were both.

You saw that he was still wearing a saddle, which meant that Alexander had ridden him earlier and hadn't had it removed. You almost cursed him for it out loud, almost.

''Where do you think you're going with my horse?'' You jumped up and your spine froze when you heard the voice that had been disturbing you for weeks.

Fuck.

You turned to look at Alexander. You gave a humorless laugh, ''I... Well, you see...''

He crossed his arms and glared at you.

''Alright. You see, I was bored and wanted to ride a little.''

''With Bucephalus?''

You decided to play dumb, ''Bucephalus? Oh, I didn't know it was him...''

''You didn't know?'' He said very slowly and you knew you had been caught. But to your confusion and relief, he started laughing.

You looked at him confused and he stopped laughing but kept smiling.

''You lie better than that.''

He was right. Even a child would lie better than you had lied now.

''Sorry.'' You mumbled softly. Alexander approached you and touched your face gently, you looked at him and blushed when you saw the way he looked at you.

With adoration and love. Just like he had looked at you at the wedding and on your wedding night. You blushed a little as you remembered the last part.

He rested his forehead against yours and closed his eyes, ''There's nothing to be sorry for.'' He whispered and you felt your body heat up a little. By the gods, what had this man done to you?

Alexander pulled away a little, ''Did you say you wanted to ride for a bit?'' You nodded. He smiled, ''Ride with me.''

You blinked in surprise.

''Are you sure?''

Alexander nodded.

''Alright then.'' You took a deep breath and watched Alexander guide Bucephalus out. You can't help but notice the bond they had, Alexander's affectionate and even protective way with Bucephalus. The whispers that Alexander whispered to his horse and the caresses.

You followed them and stopped in front of Bucephalus.

''Mount him first, let's see if Bucephalus will let you mount him.'' Alexander said, still stroking his stallion's head.

You nodded and tried to mount Bucephalus. To your surprise, he didn't try to move or run away, he just stayed still while you climbed onto his back.

''Try to guide him a little.''

You took the reins and kicked it very lightly in the side and Bucephalus began to move forward. You smiled and didn't notice Alexander's smile as he walked behind you and Bucephalus.

This was truly incredible, he thought, the fact that Bucephalus let you ride him proved that you were indeed perfect for him.

Alexander watched with satisfaction as you rode Bucephalus, looking quite pleased with yourself. It made him happy, seeing you so happy. He had gotten the feeling that you were sad these past few weeks and that didn't sit well with him.

You should be happy.

He would deal with it later. There was nothing he wouldn't do for you, he realized that very quickly. Alexander loved you so much that he would be willing to give up on conquering the Persian Empire if you asked him to.

You were his greatest weakness and his greatest strength.

You truly were his perfect Queen. And Alexander will be damned if he lets you go. You would never leave him, he will make sure of that.

#yandere history #history #yandere historical characters #the lost queen #yandere alexander the great #yandere alexander the great x reader #bucephalus #alexander the great x reader #o- anon

[stcverogers]

TOP GUN FIC RECS 2!

top gun fics that i’ve been reading and obsessing with over recently

this is extremely important and i take this very seriously out of respect for the community. please do remember to read the rules for the respective blogs before interacting with or reading them.

F: fluff A: angst S: smut

𖥻 - series /multi part

BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW

F: monday to friday by @wildbornsiren a week of interacting with rooster and the one day he asks you out.

F: like father like son by @chaostheoryy rooster worries that he will face the same fate as his father.

F: lover by @hangmans-girl you reminisce the beginnings of your loving family

F: torture by @make-me-imagine you make a bet with rooster and till he wins, no kissing.

F: impact by @priceof-freedom the last thing you expected was getting a football to the head by the man you had been shooting heart eyes at

F: career day by @dearestdaffodils 𖥻 bradley's a decorated naval aviator and you're an elementary teacher.

A: happier by @wannabeschyulersister despite having broken up, all you want for bradley is for him to be happy.

F + A: the arrangement by @croimilis when you were 18, you and rooster made an agreement that you will always be the other's plus one to any event. years later, you need a date to a wedding and bradley lives up to the arrangement.

A: peace out by @undiscovered-horizon bradley's patience is run thin when your ex-boyfriend shows up at the hard deck.

F: eyes without face by @zstrn a day well spent with your family at the beach.

A: half a heart by @halsteadsbradshaw following your break up with rooster, you and rooster struggle to live without each other

F: his f-18, his bronco, his favorite sports teams and you by @starlightval you list the things that rooster loves and he corrects you

F + A: big fat fuckin' mistake by @shaded-echoes you have been keeping a toddler shaped secret from rooster for years when you're called back to lemoore, only for him to uncover the truth

S: i think i might love you by @stranger-nightmare hangman loves you but you love rooster

F + A: inconceivable! by @rolycolysficrecs having told that you were inconceivable at 17, you were led to believe that you would never have children. it is up to you to then decide between your miracle baby and the man you loved.

JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN

F + A: couldn't really stay away by @typical-simplelove not matter how much he tries, jake can't seem to stay away from you.

F + A: the gallows by @strangerstuffandthingsimagines your past comes back to haunt you as you overcome your fear of the inevitable

F + A: heartfirst by @etherealperrie 𖥻 you visit phoenix while she's based in san diego, only to find out that an old partner of yours is stationed there too. throw in a cocky blonde and you're in a whirl of emotions.

F + A: all this time by @phoenixbby you and hangman are stranded in the cold, only having each other as you wait for rescue to be dispatched.

F + A: vexation by @siempre-bucky you and hangman do not get along. what happens when the hate blurs into love?

F + A: who did this to you? by @justfandomwritings hangman finds you hurt and bruised at the hard deck, his protective side kicks in and he's determined to ensure your safety.

F + A: happily ever after by @daughterofthereaper02 jake is your childhood best friend. friends, that's all you would ever be, right?

F + A: make him wait by @powerfulruler 𖥻 jake seresin is not a patient man. for you? he's willing to wait eternity.

A: a little out of the ordinary by @mayhem24-7forever you think that jake could never love you that way while jake thinks the same.

F: hey pretty girl by @callsign-marlie the five times jake calls you pretty girl and the one time he uses it on another

F + A: until him by @lordabovehelpme you didn't know what love felt like till you met hangman

F + A: see you soon by @sunnysidevans you cross paths with hangman once again. will you make it work this time?

F: country girl, shake it for me by @nomtterwhere hangman brings you back to his hometown and shows you a side of him top gun never saw

F + A: this love by @roosterscock admiral kazansky's health is declining and you move back home to spend the last days of your father's life with him

S: loud and clear by @theonetrueneohero hangman, your brother's best friend, is off limits

F: muddy trails by @katcoquette a day in the woods with the ever adventurous hangman

ROBERT 'BOB' FLOYD

F: the six times you met bob floyd in school and the one time you didn't by @lt-natrace bob's neice is a student in your class and you're enamored by her equally charming uncle

F + A: the five stages of falling in love by @imjess-themess you go through the five stages of gried as you fall in love with bob

F + S: morning after by @mothdruid you spend the night with bob, not knowing who each other really are

F: tense by @bippot bob is just too tense.

F + A: sweet home alabama by @3tabbiesandalab all you ever wanted was for bob to be successful, even at the expense of your only chance at happiness

F: we'll never have sex by @floyd-luvr while sat by the fire, you and bob share a sweet moment

TOM 'ICEMAN' KAZANSKY

F: that’s him..that’s the man I’m going to marry. by @redmenacehorned as you watch tom recieve his well-deserved award, you are convinced that he is the man you are going to marry

F + S: something to remember me by by @callsignthirsty ice is worried he won't return and wants to leave you with something to remember him by

F: crash and burn by @callsign-dragonbaron none of the other pilots know that iceman has a partner. he watches from afar as his fellow aviators try to hit on you and fail terribly.

F: tom is finer by @krmy2386 pete doesn't treat you like you deserve and tom is willing to change that

S: steamy by @callsignbob tom kazansky gets on your nerves. what better to relieve the tension than hate sex?

S: fatal attraction by @hotgirlmav ice knows that you're so wrong for him. so wrong that you're absolutely right.

NICK 'GOOSE' BRADSHAW

A: that photo of us by @heywheresemily bradley sifts through old family photos, finding one of his father and a familiar woman

F: the perfect weekend by @focusedarrow you and goose go behind your brother's back

F: i do by @callsign-rockstar on your wedding day, goose has one last thing to say 'i do' to

F: gremlins by @duchesstypewriter bradley wakes up in a flurry from a nightmare, you and goose ensure him that there are no gremlins hiding out

F: imagine goose comforting you after an argument by @spinningwebsandtales

MICKEY 'FANBOY' GARCIA

F: don't drop my baby by @callsign-squints the dagger squad meet baby garcia for the very first time

#bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster x reader #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin #hangman x reader #bob floyd x reader #robert floyd x reader #robert floyd #tom iceman kazansky #tom kazansky x reader #tom kazansky #iceman x reader #goose x reader #nick bradshaw #nick bradshaw x reader #top gun x reader #top gun headcanons #top gun imagine #top gun one shot #top gun fanfiction #claire’s fic recs

[lunalockley]

Night Desires

Dark!Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

Warnings: I mean, dark sort of creepy Steven Grant wishing to do things he shouldn't. Nonconsensual desires? Maybe.

Words: 900+

Notes: This is very short and not as dark as it could, I'm just testing the waters! Let me know what you thinkkk and thanks for always reblogging and commenting nice things <3 love you all

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It began before I could even see your face, it began before I even knew your name. It began with your voice.

You didn't realize such thin walls this building has, did you? Of course, you didn’t darling. Is that why you started to rub your pretty little clit in the middle of the night on your first day in? You thought your good new neighbor couldn’t hear you? God, Love, the sounds you made. I could hear everything. I swear I’ve never been so hard in my life before, never so fast. I tried not to react to it, at first. I really tried. I’m a good guy after all. I’m a gentleman. But who could have resisted you?

I used to wonder how would you react if I told you. When you are all sweet and nice to me in the corridor, what would you do if I say how hard you made me come with your moans and that gasping breathing of yours? Would you blush if I say how I was stroking my cock with one hand and covering my mouth with the other so you couldn’t hear how you wrecked you had me? Would your heart pick up in your chest if I say how badly I want it to be my hands the ones that had you whining so pretty? Would that make you wet? I bet it would. You’re not a good girl, not all the time at least. I know that much.

But you can’t blame me, can you? After that first night, I decided I would never think about it again. I was ashamed. I was even planning on moving my bed from the wall to the farthest possible place in the flat. Can you imagine? I was planning on keeping myself away from you. What an idiot. I didn’t last much though. We bumped into each other in the elevator a few days later and I was a goner.

You had to be so bloody gorgeous, didn’t you? You were all smiles and blushed cheeks. Calling my name in that way you did. Steven, you said. How your lips wrapped the sound, how it ended somewhere low in your throat it drove me insane right there. Steven, it never sounded so glorious before. I wonder how it might sound all breathy and delirious in the darkness of your room, I wonder what it would do to me then. I need to find out.

It used to be okay Love, this little secret between the night, the walls, and I. My favorite time of the day. Delighted in you, holding my breath, measuring my movements to don’t lose any detail I could catch but then—then that disgusting vibrating sound ruining everything. Overcoming your sighs, your pretty little whines. Everything.

How dare you do that to me.

Using some lifeless cold machine when I’m right here alive and warm and eager to do anything you could ask me to. It’s cruel. Making me jealous of some stupid battery thing when I could give you everything. Anything you needed for as long as you wanted it. Letting you catch your breath just to start it all over again.

I hate it. Night after night I hate it more and more. That detestable repetitive sound. It makes me mad. I want to take it off your hands, rip it apart and show you—

Once I read that no man with power should be trusted because he will always use it for his own benefit. I used to think that wasn’t true. I had faith in people, I had faith in me. But now I know—If I just had a tiny little amount of power over you. If I had you all helpless at my mercy, nowhere else to go. God, the things I would do.

Nothing to hurt you, of course. I could never hurt you. Not if you don’t want me to, but I bet you would.

I would just take you the way I’ve wanted all these months. Pump my cock in and out of that wet pussy just like you do with that toy. But, Love, I would be so, so much better. I would know how you need it just by looking at you. Giving it to you faster, slower, harder. And you just would need the lay back and take it for me.

At first, I would have you on your knees. I want to hold you against a wall and fuck your pretty face until your throat is burning, until you’re choking on me and tears run down your cheeks. But I want it slow and tender too. I want you to take just as much as you want to, your hand stroking the rest. I want you to lick me, to savor me. I want to feel your lips and your tongue. And I want to kiss you afterward.

And I want to taste you. I want to drag my tongue just like I’ve been dreaming for so long and I want to feel you tremble and to hear you beg and I want you to get mad and push me against you, I want to lose my breath and have you in my mouth and my lungs and my hands.

And I want to know how those pretty little sounds feel right in my ear. The warmth of your ragged breathing into my neck. Your soft hands holding into me. Your wet cunt clenching hard around me, and my name on your lips over and over again. 

I need everything and more.

I fantasize about it. All the damn bloody time. About just breaking in and giving you what so desperately need. 

Anything you need.

I used to want but I’m getting tired of it. Enough is enough, Love. I’ll start doing now.

#dark!steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant #steven grant smut #steven grant fanfiction #marc spector x reader #moon knight #marc spector #moon knight x reader #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley #moon knight fanfiction #steven grant x you #steven grant fluff #moon knight imagines #mcu moon knight #jake lockely smut #jake lockely x you

[yoomiix]

gn!reader x re4 leon kennedy

☆sorry this is all angst. i’m a sap for this man. he deserves to be held.

based off of antiiangels j.ai prompt!

Leon would leave on missions for weeks, months at a time. And when he would return it was the same roundabout each time. Show up at odd hours of the night, fuck, and then he’d pretend like you were nothing more than friends. But you’d gotten used to it, and you’d continued to let him do this time and time again all because you’d somehow grown to love him over time, even if it wasn’t reciprocated.

When he decides to slip into your apartment the clock reads 00:00pm. It’d been pouring throughout the night without a pause and he’d gotten drenched from the short walk over to the home. He unlocked the door and walked in barely making a sound. “Hey, you awake?” he asked softly.

You were abruptly woken up from the sleep you had fallen into while watching tv in the living room earlier that night. “you’re back already?” The soft glow of the tv illuminates the room and shines on the small droplets of water that drenched his hair and rolled down his face. “shit you’re drenched, let me go grab you a towel.” your voice is still riddled with sleep as you move to grab a towel from the bathroom.

When you return with the towel he doesn’t say a word other than a small murmured ‘thanks’ as he dries off his soaked hair. He doesn’t waste a moment once he’s done tossing the towel to the side and immediately resting his hands on your hips. His body is warm as he pulls you close to press a kiss to your lips.

“I missed you..i missed you so much”. he whispers against your lips.

You sigh into the kiss as your hand gently cups his jaw. “i know…i missed you too”

It wasn't a lie. He’d always plagued your thoughts every day, creeping into the back of your mind like a thief in the night. But you hated the dynamic you’d grown to have. You just wanted him to be yours. To finally be able to say the words “i love you” without the fear of him never returning.

Leon pulls away, breathing hard. The tension in his body is almost painful. He rested his forehead against yours, taking a breath as he looked into your eyes. There was something else he needed to say, to tell you. a fear that he wanted to overcome. You notice the hesitation, but are quickly pulled from your thoughts when his lips touch yours again. You can feel the tension in his body as you run your hands along his shoulders and tangle your fingers in his hair gently pushing the strands out of his face and gently massaging his scalp. “relax..you’re okay.” You murmur in between kisses.

He breathes a sigh of relief as you soothe him, your hands feeling like the only comfort he’d felt in a while. The tension in his body melts away as he relaxes in your arms. Leaning into your touch, his eyes flutter shut as the gentle tug of his hair sends a pleasant shiver down his spine.

“What do you need from me?” your voice is soft as you begin to press small gentle kisses along his jawline. whatever he asked for, needed or wanted, you’d give it to him. Just to alleviate the stress, to make him forget everything he’d gone through.

He sighs as your kisses move across his jaw. He enjoys them, almost too much. He’s almost embarrassed to admit but the truth needed to be said. “I need you..” he finally says, his lips grazing your ear when he says the words. His tone is soft, almost desperate. He can’t deny it, not anymore. You nod, pressing a kiss to the faint scar that was just on the corner of his lips, left behind by a past mission. When he got like this, gentle and desperate, you knew he’d been through a lot and needed a distraction.

You gently take his hand tugging him along into your bedroom. “c’mon”

Leon follows along eager to be led by you. His mind wanders as he follows you. He likes how he has always felt comfortable, at peace with you. But then everything else comes rushing back and it’s almost too much to bear. He’s overwhelmed but when the door closes a wave of relief washes over him. He’s brought back to reality by the way you gently push him to sit back on the bed, your hands resting at the hem of his shirt, fingertips barely grazing the skin of his stomach before tugging it over his head tossing off to the side somewhere.

You pull him into a deep kiss and his hands are immediately all over pulling you close. “I don't deserve you.” Leon half-whispers,half moans. you pull back from the kiss hearing his words giving a sympathetic look as your hand gently cups his face, thumb gently caressing his cheek.

You're hesitant to say anything, not knowing exactly what to say. you want to let everything out, tell him that he does deserve you and that you love him. but once again that fear lingers. Instead you decide on pressing a small peck to his lips before letting your lips trail down to his chest, gently pressing gentle kisses to the scars that littered the bare skin, some that were old, some new.

Leon watches you kiss the scars, watching you caress the marks of his traumatic life. He feels vulnerable in the moment, and the pain he’s used to fades away for just that moment as he stares at you.

“Tell me you love me.”

His words are soft like a whisper, unable to hide the words he truly wants to hear. a wave of anxiety washes over him as he waits for you to answer. He wants to hear you say it. he needs to hear you say it.

The request takes you by surprise, your eyes slightly widening as you pause your actions. “i-i love you..” your voice is soft, worried that if you spoke any louder you’d scare him off. Your heart breaks at his anxiety ridden expression so you begin doing the only thing you know that would ease his mind. pressing feather light kisses all over his face. his cheeks, forehead, chin, nose, eyelids. you just wanted to make sure he knew you were serious when you said that you loved him. even if he didn’t say it back. “I love you so much.”

The words are clear as day to him, and his heart starts to feel like it could burst in his chest. it was like every one of his thoughts, fears, and desires had been waiting to hear those words. And when he finally did, it was an indescribable feeling. Tears start to well up in his eyes but he can’t hold them back. He starts to cry, his anxieties begin to fade as his entire body feels at peace. He cries in your arms, your love and affection feeling like the best thing in the world.

Your brows raise in surprise when the tears begin to roll down his face. your mind immediately goes into a panic as you wrap your arms around him gently pulling his head to head to your chest.

He’d never done this before. Normally he always carried around the ‘i’m fine’ attitude, but you knew from the moment he had walked in there was something off. “hey hey what’s wrong?”

Leon lays his head on your chest, his body trembling as he sobs. He couldn’t control it. These emotions had been bottled up for so long, and now they were all pouring out with more intensity than he could handle.

“i-i…” he chokes through his tears as the words catch in his throat. “i love you too.” he gasps out between sobs.

It’s your turn to feel shocked. His words make your heart come to a full stop. You have to bite back your own tears, opting to instead do your best to be strong for him in this moment of vulnerability. This was not what you had expected at all when he walked through your door tonight.

“baby please don’t cry, it’s okay. I love you so much, okay? I love you..” you try to soothe him by running your fingers through his hair as his head still rests on your chest. He clings to you like a child, as he lets the tears flow. He sobs into your chest as his heart breaks but heals at the same time. everything that he had ever kept to himself was let out, the years of pain, grief, and trauma. all of the stress and fears began to fade just a little as you held him close.

“Leon…what’s going on? are you okay?” you ask as you notice him slowly beginning to calm down. you’re careful with your questioning, not wanting him to close back up again.

He tries to steady his breathing, taking deep breaths with heavy sobs in the middle of them. When he finally looks up at you his breathing is still hard and the tears are still rolling down his cheeks. He wipes his face with his hands trying to get in control of himself. “I'm so scared of losing you.” he whispers, the fear obvious in his eyes. “I don't want to lose you.”

Knowing everything he’s been through, the fact that he was scared of losing you too made your heart break. “you’re not gonna lose me, okay? I'm safe, we’re safe here. I'm not going anywhere.” you reassure him, gently rubbing his back and pressing a kiss to his hairline.

He clings to you like a lifeline, like he’s been drowning for years and he’s finally getting to breathe. He’s exhausted from crying but feels relief from being able to let it all out. he doesn’t wanna let you go. he’s vulnerable, scared, and worn out, and he doesn’t care anymore. You make him feel safe.

“promise?” he whispers, tears still pricking the corner of his eyes.

You take his face in your hands tilting it up to look at you. His face is slightly puffy and his cheeks are tinted pink from the crying. “I promise. I'm not going anywhere.” you say as you wipe the remainder of his tears from his cheeks.

He looks up at you, his eyes soft and trusting. he believes you. the way you’re holding him makes him believe that you wouldn’t lie. He stares at you with so much love it fills your entire being.

He kisses you softly, a small smile making its way onto his face. you’re safe. and he’s safe with you. He breathed out a sigh of relief, finally at peace.

#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #x reader #angst #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy fanfic #re4 x reader #re4 leon

[prettybean]

GHOST

“A letter for you”

prompt: you were killed in action, ghost writes a letter for you

!! (ANGST) !!

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

Hey,

It's been a week since your body was found on this beach, and a week since my heart stopped beating like it did before. I knew we would get hurt, I told you so many times that I stopped believing it too.

I choose to love you every day like it’s my last, and I’m living with the consequences.

It's cold today and my hands are shaking as I write these words to you that you will never read. It hurts.

When you and I were together, time stopped until we felt alone in the crowd. You told me: We are born alone and die in the hearts of others, we are angels with only one wing and we will only be able to fly by staying together. Now the angel is you, and I am falling from the sky, like rain, like tears falling from my eyes. I cried so much I started hating myself.

Some wounds don't go away over time and are deeper than they look: they heal on the skin, but they change you on the inside. It's hard to breathe if I have no strength left in me, I'm unstable, everything around me is falling apart, I'm at my limit.

I am surrounded only by eternal loneliness and the memory of a smile that is now gone. I live in a cage built by others. I would like to have you here to make you promise, before it's too late, to remember how I was a long time ago.

Now I look in the mirror and I'm paralysed, everything in my heaven is rotting, but not too long ago I was smiling too.

Do you remember when it was all ours? When we made love secretly in your hallway? When Soap teased you because you blushed at the thought of me? Every kiss you gave me in secret, away from prying eyes. Remember me and everything that has been; you know there's no future for those who live in the past. You taught me that we only find the right path when we get lost and are alone, that the best dreams are born from nightmares. I will always be here, by your side; no one will divide us. In life, you always lose everything you want; you can't go back in time. Your memory is inside me; in my memory, you are again that beautiful flower that made me fall in love

Take me with you, and I will take you with me. Together, we will overcome this pain, even if it's difficult, so everyone will know that I love you.

Tomorrow will be a better day because I know there's a place for us. It's cold today, I’m pointing a Glock at my head; I can't feel anything anymore. I want to forget the reality that divided us. I'll wait immobile for death, and now, you know

we can say goodbye

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After reading @kira-serialfaggot 's post about inaccessible menus and @butterfly-sapphire post about non-customizable menus figured I now had sufficient excuse to rant about how I hate how every big restaurant's ""solution"" to these two problems is somehow always the worst fucking app I've ever had to use in my life.

So, to clarify real quick. I agree with both previous posts. Places that serve food should have their menu easily accessible somewhere if they have an online presence, and places that let you customize your order need to have that as a feature of any digital ordering solution they implement. Good? Good.

So, a lot of places I've seen (Wendys, Taco Bell, and McDonald to name a few) Have tried to get around how fucking horrible the DD app itself is by making their own apps with DD integration for the actual ordering/serving of delivery orders. Great, this lets them provide their own menu customization options, serve discounts/coupons, and generally have more control over the user experience. Fantastic. As a bonus, this usually also allows you to just look at the menu whenever you want.

Small issue. All of these apps were written by the worst fucking programmers I have ever witnessed in my life. I havn't gotten angry enough to de-compile or try to reverse engineer one yet, but my user experience has been so consistently bad and I've encountered issues that, as a software engineer, I honestly could not tell you how fucked their system has to be in order to allow that to happen.

Allow me to tell you the worst of these. I'm trying to order delivery from a store. It's late, like 7pm, but I know the place is open till 10. I can confirm this on their website (I do later for reasons that will become apparent) and google maps. So I punch in my address, make my order, and go to checkout. Unfortunately, the app tells me "Your payment method failed. Please select a new method and try again". Which was odd, but not unimaginable. I've had issues with my bank in the past. So I swap cards and try again, thinking nothing of it.

Except, my other card doesn't work either. Nor does using PayPal, or Google Pay, or any of the other payment options I tried. I'm getting desperate. I buy some games on steam just to make sure some of these are working, which they are. I was worried, but now that I've confirmed all my money hasn't been siphoned away somehow, I'm just confused and getting annoyed.

So I start going insane. I buy digital gift cards from several different sites and try using them. No dice, payment failed. I try using the website instead of the app, on my phone and PC. Payment failed. I boot up an android studio instance with a brand new virtual phone, install the app on it, and try to order. Again. Payment failed.

I'm starting to wonder if their servers are just completely down. A friend in a different state can order with no problems. A friend in the same town can order with no fanfare.

But my roommates can't. They have the same issue

Payment failed.

So. I'm going insane. I've now spent almost 3 hours attempting to order food, and I'm starving. It is at this point that my anger finally overcomes my social anxiety, and I do the one thing I never thought I'd do.

I call the store in question.

Now, in all of this there was one crucial mistake I made. See, that friend in the same town? Lived on the other side of town. And there's 2 different stores of this franchise in town. We didn't control for this, because the app doesn't let you pick a store anyways when doing delivery. It's hard locked to whatever one is closest, which isn't a terrible thing to do. You need to get the delivery address anyways, and you know where all your store are, so it cuts out a step for me. But having to choose a store might've clued us in to what was going wrong.

Because the store? Was closed. Not just closed, like mega closed. It was being shut down. It hadn't been open for two weeks, and would never be open again. The order was failing because they'd already taken all the computer systems out, and it couldn't confirm to have received the order.

So there was nothing wrong with the payment. Literally nothing I could have done about this. I am just barred completely from ordering because the app defaults to the nearest location for orders, and my nearest location didn't exist anymore.

And you'd think that there would be some way to communicate this to the user when making the app. But for reasons I can only assume are profit motivated (Though I have no idea how the fuck this is more efficient/profitable), the app just defaults to saying the payment failed.

Now, I wouldn't be this mad if this was just "oops edge case lol" where I suffered the unfortunate consequences of some procrastinator forgetting to do the thing that removes stores from the database. Unfortunate but not really anyone I can blame for it. But no. This is just the most extreme example, and it's not even confined to the one app.

Almost every single app like this I've used defaults to saying the payment failed and to try a new payment method when anything goes wrong. No drivers out on DoorDash to actually move the order? Payment failed. You're trying to order a seasonal item that got dropped today? Payment failed. The companies servers actually are down? Payment failed. You're not connected to wi-fi like an idiot and there's actually something you can do to fix the issue that's not related to payment whatsoever? Payment failed.

What the fuck is up with this lazy ass programming? I seriously doubt there's enough technical debt from these apps to justify not having a robust error catching system that communicates with the user what the issue is. By the fucking stars these people love collecting intrusive data, I'm surprised they havn't used this as an excuse to harvest everyone's fucking location at all times and send "error data" back to central.

But just don't tell me my debit card was declined when I'm trying to order a burger and you closed that store two weeks ago.

#journal #rant #i fucking hate food delivery apps #but i'm a poor bitch with no car #and I lived for 3 months off of a BOGO burger coupon once that just never fucking removed itself from my cart even after I ordered #so I continued to cash in on that one coupon for an entire semester #so like don't fix your apps #but don't tell me my fucking bank is broken when you just can't be bothered to update your fuckin store database

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𝐼𝐓'𝐒 𝑂𝐊𝐀𝐘 𝑇𝐎 𝑁𝐎𝐓 𝐵𝐄 𝑂𝐊𝐀𝐘 ( 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎 )  tv  drama  series   /  feel  free  to  change  pronouns  and  subjects  as  you  see  fit  !

❛ in all my fairy tales, the witch is always the one that's pretty. ❜

❛ who told you all princesses are kind and pretty? ❜

❛ she hates everyone apart from herself. ❜

❛ who cares about destiny? if someone shows up when you need them, you call that destiny. ❜

❛ my father's soul is dead, but he's physically alive like a zombie. ❜

❛ don't forget any of it. remember it all and overcome it. if you don't overcome it, you'll always be a kid whose soul never grows ❜

❛ you remind me of someone i used to know. a woman whose eyes completely lacked warmth. ❜

❛ i want you to be my safety pin. keep me under control so i won't explode. ❜

❛ there's something we always say to patients who recover. "hope i never see you again." ❜

❛ you're not avoiding me. you're just running away because you're scared. coward.❜

❛ but today, for the first time, i suddenly thought maybe i was just running away because i wanted to. ❜

❛ you see, when life is unbearably hard the easiest way out is to run. ❜

❛ some things can't be torn apart no matter how hard you try to do so. ❜

❛ how can you define a relationship in just one word? every encounter we've had was awfully dramatic, being an inch away from death. ❜

❛ every moment we crossed paths, we surprised each other. if such coincidences, one after another, somehow led us here, how would you define our relationship? ❜

❛ it'd be such a cliche to say that we're destined for each other. ❜

❛ i hope you read a lot of fairy tales and wake up from your dreams ❜

❛ don't look up at the stars in the beautiful night sky. look down at your feet that are stuck in a filthy sewer, accept your reality. ❜

❛ do children have to be useful to their parents? ❜

❛ what do you think i really wanted, satiating my hunger or feeling someone's warmth? warmth—this is what i truly wanted. i didn't want to be just fed. ❜

❛ your lies carry a sense of sincerity. it makes me want to believe them. ❜

❛ it's fine even if it's fake. putting on a smile isn't so hard to do. ❜

❛ is everything yours once you set your eyes on it? if you can't make it yours, you would even destroy it to get your hands on it. ❜

❛ you call that love? that's just obsession and greed. ❜

❛ don't bother wasting your emotions on me. i don't deserve any of that. ❜

❛ i'm sorry for running away when i was the one who liked you first.i regretted it the moment i turned away. ❜

❛ i'm done with being someone who is needed by others. ❜

❛ but the heart is a liar. it stays quiet even when it's hurting. ❜

❛ if you want to be fashionable, you must be uncomfortable and stubborn. ❜

❛ "get lost." do you know how many times you've said that to me? ❜

❛ last night, it sounded like you were begging me not to leave. ❜

❛ last time i ran away, but today i thought i should stay with you. ❜

❛ i think that's why we're meant to be. you're patient and i'm volatile. ❜

❛ like a bomb and its safety pin, we go hand in hand. we're meant to be together. ❜

❛ i feel like you're taming me. ❜

❛ i keep doing things i wouldn't normally do because of you. ❜

❛ he doesn't have anything to offer. i must've thought i could be the one to fill up his empty life. ❜

❛ she has the face of an angel, but there lives a demon inside. ❜

❛ if you keep a secret to yourself, you end up getting frustrated. you need to tell someone in order to relieve your stress. ❜

❛ your rationality can never win against your desires. ❜

❛ she's very lonely, but she doesn't want anyone to know that so she pushes people away. ❜

❛ i told you that i can no longer hold myself back. i guess i can't run away anymore.❜

❛ i dreamed the impossible dream. i should've known my place. ❜

❛ you were like a firecracker to me. a one-time event. i had my fun, so it's time for you to get out of my life. ❜

❛ i'm not a firecracker. i'm a bomb! i don't disappear once i explode. i blow up and kill everyone! ❜

❛ you're not taking me away from him. he now has one more person who will stay by his side. ❜

❛ i don't care who it is. i will not forgive anyone who messes with my family. ❜

❛ are all parents automatically forgiven for all the bad things they did before they die? ❜

❛ the one who neglects and turns a blind eye to the abuse is worse than the abuser.❜

❛ when i see you smile at me, i forget everything else. ❜

❛ stop pretending like it doesn't hurt. stop pretending like you're okay. ❜

❛ you pretending to be okay and me seeing that masked face will make me walk on eggshells around you. it'll suffocate me. i'll be tormented. ❜

❛ the one that torments you can also be the one to save you. ❜

❛ if you can't erase it, you just need to cover it with something better. ❜

❛ you belong to yourself and i belong to myself. ❜

#prompts #sentence memes #sentence starters #rp ask meme #rp meme #rp starter #inbox memes #inbox prompts #it's okay to not be okay

[y-umiko]

RED | RAN H.

Requested by🛍️ Anon — for the 2k event Prompt: "You didn't have to use her like that" Warning: Curses, mention of cheating, yandere tendency and blood a/n: sorry it took so long T-T and guys this turned to someeting dark idk what happened so read at your own risk.

If Ran didn't know any better, he'll say you look hot as you barge into the VIP room in the club, you were fuming but that sly smirk didn't leave his face. red did always look good on you.

"did you have to stop so low as to use my sister against me?" you growl towards him, a deep scowl on your face and Ran knew that look, you were beyond mad.

shooing the few others with him out of the room, he grabs his half-full glass on the table, swirling its red contents as he smirks at you, "effective, isn't it? you're here"

you scoff in disbelief, "My sister is crying her eyes out right now, was breaking my heart not enough for you?" you flung your arms in the air exasperated, remembering your sobbing sister as she tells you how Ran had cornered her and flirted with her, days after you two broke up.

in his defense, Ran knew you the best, he has seen every side of you, the good and the bad, and he knew the only way to get a reaction out of you or to get your attention again was to flirt with your sister, and probably make her cry. cruel but this is Ran we're talking about.

if ever, you should have known he'll result to an underhand tactic like this because while Ran knew you the best, you knew him better than anyone and you never think any different of him.

"you didn't have to user her like that!" you spat, eyes burning with anger at his audacity to take a sip from his glass before slamming it down on the table.

"I wouldn't, if you had just talked to me" he argued back, voice raising more than he liked it, as he pulls himself up from his seat as he walks towards you.

"talk to you?!" you asked exasperatedly, "after what you did? you really are something, I tried really hard but I can't see that you cheating, warranting me to talk to you"

"I told you, she just flung herself to me, she's a nobody" he defended as he stops a few inches away from you. bringing up his hand to cup your cheeks but you were quick to slap it away.

"fuck you, Ran!" you said with venom, "don't ever get near me, nor my sister, or anyone in my family again"

you warned as you turn around to walk away from him, for good, but Ran wouldn't be having any of it as he grab you so abruptly, and before you can curse at him again he slams his lips against yours.

his kiss was passionate and filled with everything he felt for you, heated and burning red. but as soon as his lips separated from yours a resounding slap echoed in the room. and as soon as Ran glances at your expression, his heart sinks.

tear-stricken face and lips trembling, his eyes soften ever so slightly. the gravity of the situation weighing on him, as he suddenly hated the idea of him being the very reason for your tears. if your crying and sobbing days ago as you curse at him for catching him with another woman didn't break his heart, the sight of you looking up at him with so much hatred and resentment right now does the damage.

"I'm sorry" he mumbled, words spewing his mouth as his pride was quickly overcome with guilt, "If I have to kneel and beg for you not to leave me, I'll do it, if it meant you staying'"

you yanked your arms out of his hold, and Ran is not a fool to grab them again. he watch you furiously wipe the hot tears coming and he wanted nothing but to wipe them for you but he was busy staring intently at you for some kind of sign that you will take him back but your eyes were dull and lifeless as you calm down.

"Please don't show yourself in front of me again" you deadpan as you sniff and left, taking his heart and soul with you, what he did was a mistake, a mistake that cost him life without you, a mistake he did out of temptation for he was weak against it.

So when the temptation to see you covered in red in the form of your blood pooling under you came over him, he was weak to resist.

Red did always suit you better

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Chapter Twenty-Three (Part 3)

Tumblr hates nudity, so if you want all the pics go read this chapter on my blog

The house is in darkness when we arrive. Claire texted to let us know that she and Shane are going for some drinks in a bar and that we are welcome to join, but we don’t. We have other plans. 

I am fixated on Jude the moment we go inside, and we don’t turn on the lights because the moonlight is strong enough. I’m nervous, adrenaline pumping through my veins with the sudden solemnity of the occasion. We don’t do anything at first, we just stand in the kitchen looking at one another, and his face is hard to see, silhouetted by the window behind him. 

“My feet hurt,” I just want to have something to say, and for some reason that’s what I go with.

“Well take your shoes off.”

I bend down and unbuckle the thin straps, then straighten up holding onto them. 

He shifts slightly, leaning into the counter, “Do you want me to make us tea or something?”

“No thanks”

“Alright.”

My heart flutters in my chest and my palms prickle, but I try very hard to stay still and to seem confident even when my whole body wants to tremble. 

Jude’s expression is unreadable in the shadow, “I don’t want to take advantage of you, if you change your mind-”

“Well I want you to,” I say, and then, like a spell has broken, he crosses the room and kisses me fiercely, surprising me so much that my shoes drop to the terracotta tile with a hollow clatter. I fist my hands into his hair, and he winds his fingers into the back of mine too, overcome with intensity enough to squeeze a little too hard, “Ouch,” I whisper. 

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” 

He draws back and his eyes sweep over me, “Will you come to bed with me?”

“Okay,” I say and he threads his fingers with mine and squeezes them tightly. I find real comfort in the warm, steady solidity of his hand. I am safe, I am okay, I think, as he leads me up the stairs and into his bedroom. 

Jude turns on the lamp on his bedside table and then takes off his shoes and his socks. He doesn’t say anything, and neither do I as I stand by the door, suddenly forgetting how to act normally in such a scenario. 

He looks at me with amused intrigue, the way that I fidget with the straps of my dress, my hair, pull idly at a hangnail on my thumb. He comes to sit on the mattress across from me and his gaze travels over me slowly enough to have nerves and desire swirling in my belly. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” I bite my nail. 

He gives me the kind of smile that would usually have me wanting to drag him onto the floor and out of his clothes, but I only felt that way at the times where we were kissing, and the kissing part was easy, I could be used to that part, good at it, even, but as I stand in the soft lamplight of this messy room all of the confidence I had at Aphrodite’s rock seems to evaporate. Suddenly the room feels too big and too silent, and even the crickets seem to have stopped chirping outside in the grass, and I wonder as I look at Jude if he’s feeling the same loneliness that I am, and if he feels like he’d die without me. 

“Evie,” He says gently, “C’mere, I want you.”

I transverse the metre of space between us and he lifts his hands to hold me waist. “I like this dress a lot,” He says as he flips me around so I am facing the door, “It’s really nice on you.”

“But what?” I feel a smile creep up as he finds the zip, “You were thinking it’d be even nicer off me?”

He laughs, “You stole my line.” I slip the straps off my shoulders for him and the fabric drops to the floor. “But it’s true, it is nicer off you.”

When he turns me around to him again I meet his warm brown eyes and find the most unguarded expression I’ve ever seen on his face. “Evie, you are absolutely shockingly beautiful, I’m so crazy about you.” I draw in a long breath and let it out slowly to try and control the surge of emotion that has come over me. “Thank you.”

I let him guide me onto his lap where he grips my hip and the back of my neck and pulls me against him to kiss me, a slow, thorough exploration as he takes control, hands exploring the exposed parts of my body. I press into him as he fills his palms with the soft flesh of my breasts through the lace of my bra, and I can feel what it’s doing to him. 

“You okay?” He murmurs, and I tell him yes, just as he puts me onto the bed and comes down on top of me. It’s all so exciting, the hands sinking into my hair, the lips on my neck, the feeling of his cotton trousers on my inner thighs, “You’re so hard,” I whisper with a thrill, and he lets out a chuckle against my throat that I feel vibrate all the way through my body, and maybe he’s laughing at how innocent I sound, but there’s nothing mocking about it. It’s comforting. 

“Yes,” He says.

I unbutton his shirt and flatten my hands over his tanned chest, flat, solid, “Because of me.” 

“Of course,” he gently tugs down the front of my knickers and all of a sudden he is there, fingers sliding through me. I let out a shallow moan as he captures my mouth again with his soft, warm lips. Pleasure arches through me and I practically tear his shirt from his shoulders to throw it somewhere, towards the end of the bed, maybe, who knows. “You remember what I showed you,” I say.

“Because I think about it several times a day,” he dips a finger shallowly into me and I sink down on his hand in search of more. “And it’s pure torture for me, just like it is when you’re in my bed and I know I can’t do all of the things I wish that I could.”

I reach out and touch the front of his trousers. I can’t help it, I’m curious, and I’m rewarded with a new expression that I’ve never seen before as he throws his neck back in surrender. “Okay, wait, wait,” he chuckles and knocks my hand away “Let me do you first.”

“You did me first the last time,” I point out, “And then you just went to sleep.”

“Mm, yes, I know,” he says, and he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my underwear and yanks them clean off. To my complete surprise he positions his head between my thighs instead of his hand. “Any preferences?” He asks while I gasp and immediately move my hand to cover myself. “I don’t know.” The warmth of his breath flutters against me, and the mattress squeaks as he leans in to kiss the backs of my fingers. “Nobody’s done this?”

“No.”

“I could be the first to show you?” I look down at him and think about how every woman swears it’s amazing, earth shattering, life changing, but my self-consciousness stopped me from asking for it before. It felt far too intimate, and the idea of a man eyeing me right in the vulva gave me the gick, but it’s Jude, he’s offering, and even the sensation of his breath on me is making my pulse skip. “Yes, alright,” I say, because what’s life without a bit of adventure?

He gently peels my fingers away and cups the backs of my knees to spread them wider, and when he kisses me there with slow intention I feel like I’ve just unlocked a secret understanding of something all women knew before now except for me. The feeling is indescribable. My eyes slam shut, and I fist one hand into his hair and the other onto the sheets as he cradles my hips as he flicks his tongue over me, and it almost feels too good, too intense, too consuming, and I doubt there’s ever been a time in my life that I’ve truly thought about nothing, worried about nothing and experienced only overwhelming pleasure. How have I lived without this for so long?

“Jude, that feels amazing,” I manage, and he responds with a self satisfied “Mm,” because he already knows that he’s turning me to syrup. I’d scold him for being arrogant, but I am too busy with my throaty little moans that words don’t come out. My insides coil tighter and tighter like a spring, my muscles lock, and I splinter into a million glittering fragments, realising only after a few moments that the soft sobs I am hearing are coming from me. 

“Evie,” Jude says, and he wraps his arms around me in a tight hug, stroking my hair as I bury my face in his neck. When my damp lashes hit his skin do I realise I am really crying. “That was so good.”

“Is that why you’re crying?”

I laugh and cling to him while my breathing slows, “It’s good crying,” all the while he strokes circles on my back and likely feels pleased with himself, still, I feel like he deserves some attention too. I cup my hand over the front of his trousers and enjoy the way his heart skips up while my ear is still pressed to his chest.

“That what you want to do?” He says. 

“You act so selfless, like it’s all about me. Let me do things to you too.”

His eyebrow quirks up, “Like what things?” he says, as though for some reason he wants to hear me saying them out loud. 

A shiver passes through me and I feel my face get hot as I wriggle away from him to sit facing him on the bed, “I want to touch you,” I say, “and I want you to…”

He raises his eyebrows expectantly. 

“Well obviously I want you to fuck me.”

His stomach sucks inward with a surprised breath, “Fuck you?” He echoes, “I didn’t expect you to use that word.”

“Which did you think I’d say? Make love?”

A laugh. “Maybe, yeah.”

“You don’t really seem like the kind of man who does that, though.”

“What,” he says with that smug smile again, and I know I’m only feeding his ego. He is delighted with himself. “So I seem like I fuck?”

“Yeah, I suppose. Is that alright that I’ve said that?”

“Yeah,” He leans in to kiss me, and with this new encouragement from him, the knowledge that he finds the things I am saying appealing, I tell him, “You can do whatever you want to me.” The look on his face is a bit insane after that. 

“That’s a pretty intensely sexy thing to say,” he says, trying to sound casual, and as though testing my boundaries he traces his thumb along my lower lip and gently slides it into my mouth. Without thinking I close my lips around it and he hisses through his teeth. He doesn’t tear his eyes away from me as he holds my chin, gliding his thumb experimentally against my tongue, grazing against my teeth, out to my lips and back in again. It’s weird, it’s strangely intimate and I like the things it does to him. When I imagine the things he might be thinking about me now, about how I am so beautiful and so sexy with such gorgeous lips and a smooth, wet mouth I start to feel very turned on again. The idea of his approval is the most appealing thing I can possibly imagine.  

A finger trails a long, lazy path down the centre of my throat and hooks into the front band of my bra. “Can we get rid of this?” He wonders. 

I quickly try to undo it, but I already feel like I’m beginning to come apart again. With frustration at my fumbling hands I wonder why I can’t do very simple things. Jude already has one hand on his belt, but he reaches the other behind my back to quickly unhook it for me. It springs open and I can’t help it, I start to snicker. “Clearly at least one of us has done that before.”

“Not me,” he says innocently, “I actually learned that from a YouTube video.”

“God, stop,” I roll my eyes, “Why do you do that act?”

His hands are back on his buckle. The leather hisses through the loops of his trousers, “What act?” It thuds to the floor. 

“Like you haven’t spent the whole of your teens and twenties having indiscriminate sex with a million eager women. I know you, you’re trying to be humble, but I know.”

“Not a million, a thousand, maybe. Does that make you feel better?” He works on the button and zip and begins pushing his trousers over his hips. My mouth goes dry. “How many, really?”

He glances at me and I realise that this is an annoying question for him, “I don’t care how many, I just care about how much I’d like to be doing it with you.”

I am still holding the cups of my bra to my breasts, but once he’s shaken his trousers from his ankles and onto the ground he reaches for it and throws it over his shoulder. All of a sudden I am completely naked in front of him, and the gravity of that fact has me drawing a deep, steadying breath. His eyes slide over me like a physical caress from my face all the way to my legs, lingering long enough on my breasts that I idly wonder if he’s a Boob Man. “Your body is incredible,” he says, which is the soft of thing that’s only sexy in an American accent, and he leans forward to kiss me onto the bed. 

With just the fabric of his boxers separating us I can feel everything as I rub myself up against him, and feel flushed with heat all over again as he grabs my hips and guides me to meet his shallow thrusts. 

“Jesus Christ,” he whispers, to himself, maybe, or to me, and I am obsessed with this version of him, wild, unfettered, and I feel it too, the pulses of pleasure in my body have me teetering on the edge. Fresh desire crashes over me and a flame ignites inside my body. I hardly even know what I’m doing as I claw at him for more, then snake my hand between us to dip inside his boxers and touch him.

He exhales loudly and I wonder, as I wrap my hand around him, how we went from a lighthearted mood to this in a matter of minutes. I love him like this, with hot, eager breaths against my neck, hands clamped on my hips making those delicious sounds he made before, only last time in the dark where I could only imagine the beautiful blissful expressions on his face. This time I can watch them happen. It’s real. 

His control seems to falter as he kisses me again, hard, insistent, his tongue thrusting against mine, and suddenly he tears my hand away from him, “I can’t,” He pants, holding both my hands against the bed next to my head, “I won’t last like that, sorry, will you let me- can I-”

I tell him yes, because I know what he is asking me, and he is out of his boxers then, and my heart is thumping wildly at the brief sight of all of him and his intimidating length. It happens so quickly. He grasps my hip and pushes my knee wider, “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Condom?”

“No, please, I-”

Then he is inside me, slowly, cautiously, as he checks my face for signs of discomfort.

“It feels really good,” I say, to myself or to reassure him, I’m not sure.

“Yeah,” he says, “It does.”

Once, I didn’t understand how people would say things like “it just happened,” as though they’d lost control of their roller skates on a hill while wearing no knickers and landed in his lap, or something. It seemed ridiculous because sex, to me, was something to be considered, agonised over, painstakingly led up to, talked over, but now I understand those impulsive girls because it has just happened to me. It is just happening, and the fact that it could just happen is obvious. This is a natural thing, we’re built to do this, and I, Evie, am especially built to do this with Jude.

I had fantasy once about how sleeping with him would be a spiritual experience, two gorgeous bodies joining together in the most unimaginably beautiful way, and perhaps there’d be soft music in my head, voile curtains undulating in a gentle breeze, and he would cradle me like I was precious and tell me I’m exquisite, but the reality isn’t remotely like that. It is more desperate, sweatier, noisier, more frantic, and still somehow infinitely better than the version I had envisioned. His breaths are ragged, sweat beads on his forehead, he holds on to me hard, kisses me hard, and when his voice cracks and his moan splinters in desperation it turns me on so much that my eyes roll back. I didn’t know that actually happened. I thought that was just something people said. 

It pulls me under like a wave. I cling to his shoulder, fist my hand in his hair, make sounds that I’d ordinarily be way too embarrassed to make but am too mindless to care about, and the headboard bangs against the wall, sweat-slicked skin meets sweat-slicked skin and Jude murmurs unintelligible things into my neck and every movement and adjustment feels a thousand times better than the last. When he tells me to touch myself because he is close I can feel that my eyes are wet again because this is visceral and perfect. We are meant to be together. And before I come in hard, violent bursts I think about how I was wrong for ever thinking anything should be different. 

Later on, in the quiet of the wee hours of the morning, after Claire and Shane have long come home and tucked themselves into bed, and when the tiniest glow of the sunrise peeks above the distant mountains I rest my head on Jude’s chest while he traces shapes along the line of my back. I have never been more tired in my life, and yet I’m afraid to sleep, because if I sleep it will be tomorrow and that will mean he’ll be leaving.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks me.

“Dublin,” I admit glumly, “Reality.”

“Evie, no.”

“I can’t help it.”

“Well maybe it’ll be nice to get back to your routine.”

“The idea of my boring routine kind of makes me sick, honestly,” I say. “How can I be expected to go back to that now?”

“Now that we’ve finally done it?” I know he is smiling without having to look at him, “You know I’m kind of thinking the same. Maybe we should have held off tearing each other’s clothes off, because now that I know what it’s like I don’t know how I’ll go without it. Honestly there’s nothing sexy about my final project either, the idea of being in that dead, white studio after being on this island…”

“I didn’t know sex could be like that. The second time when we-”

“Yeah I know,” He says, and bites his lip, “You know, I might have the energy for a third round.”

I glance up at him, “Are you joking?”

“Yeah for sure.”

I laugh sleepily, “We went four years without tearing off each other’s clothes though, we can manage another month.”

“Barely,” He adds, “The way I see it we actually have four years to make up for, so like, if we do it four times a day for the next year-”

“Four times a day?”

“More? We could condense it down to eight, nine months maybe if we do it maybe six times-”

“You’re winding me up,” I snuggle into his chest. “I didn’t think you were such a fiend.”

“I’m not usually, I think I’m just a bit freaked out about having to live the eunuch lifestyle for a whole month.”

“Highly dramatic language.”

“I’ll miss you!” 

“And I’ll miss you, but we’ll be fine, trust me.”

“If you say so.”

“I know so,” I say, “and I’ve been thinking about it, and actually, you and I are used to being apart, it’ll be easy for us, now-” I stifle a yawn, “Please, let’s try and go to sleep, we’ve to be up in about three hours.”

“Okay,” He whispers, “can I have one more kiss for the road?”

“Needy,” I say, but of course, I kiss him anyway. He makes it damn impossible not to.

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#lucky girl part 3 #tw: sex #sorry about the piccies! #i guess they only add a lil spice - the flavour is in the prose #use your imagination hehe

[wordsbymae]

MINORS DNI

Pairing: Alwyn (Male OC) x female!reader

Summary: Alwyn helps reader overcome her disgust of a very natural part of her.

TW: Female reader, insecure thoughts, chubby!reader, midsized!reader, she's got boobs, reader herself doesn't act insecure but she would be described as insecure yes. discussion of body hair and the outlaw is a bit vulgar (he likes something to grab). Illusion to the times Alwyn hid under the reader's bed while she was getting changed (she does not know this) (EDIT: Turns out I completely forgot to add that in, I was planning on it and then completely forgot). also not very historically accurate cause medieval people would not give a shit about body hair (they were just trying to survive the winter) but for the sake of the plot, they did (socially).

NSFW: swear words, no real smut in this one, implied smut. I have yet to make a proper part two to my first Alwyn fic, but this one is still very early in their relationship.

If I have forgotten anything let me know!

Notes: I literally had a mini emotional breakdown over this very topic today and this is my therapy. Not a lot of people are gonna be able to relate and I'm okay with that. this is purely for me :) Also please please please use your own discretion for this one, I would hate for my writing to reinforce insecurities in anyone or bring up bad thoughts about themselves. So once again please please please use discretion. No one is forcing you to read this.

I haven't written Alwyn for a while so his dialogue might not seem right

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It was still a bit of getting used to Alwyn. The idea that someone truly romantically cared for you, it was a lot to take in. You were often overwhelmed by his kisses or his declarations of love. But you were getting better. You no longer rejected his compliments, no longer held back your own affection in fear he would find it annoying, and no longer questioned his motives when he placed sweet kisses on your cheek. But there were some old habits you struggled to let go of, in fear of Alwyn, sweet, lovely, albeit lustful Alwyn, finding you in some way or another grotesque.

It took so much effort for you to believe him, or at least not refuse the compliments when he called you angelic or radiant, that he saw you as something beautiful and graceful, everything you've longed to be your whole life. So it terrified you that one day he might see you the way you saw yourself, the way you looked through your own eyes, not blinded by Alwyn's lust or foolish love. The only way to do that was to hide the offending parts, hide the pieces of you that refused to be tamed. It was easy to do before him. No one else expected to see your body in its fullness, so while it hurt for your family to make snide remarks about your silhouette, at least you could hide the most offending piece of all.

It was hard to do that with Alwyn. He was not a man to take things in halves or quarters. he wanted it all. He wanted to see and touch you without limitations, and that was something you refused to do. It was easy to do the first time you laid with him, he was too hungry for you to bother battling your objections to him trying to get you out of your dress but become harder as the days rolled by. He was no longer happy to fight against your many layers of fabric and petticoat, yet he allowed you the comfort, the safety of their protection, at least for a few short days after. But he was getting frustrated, impatient even. But you knew if he got his wish, if he really saw all of you, you knew that he would no longer see you as a delicate thing but a monstrous creature.

But Alwyn was not a man to take things in halves.

It began like it always did with Alwyn, his wandering hands inching up your skirts, gripping, grabbing, pinching. He had you on his desk, one foot barely touching the ground, as he pushed his way in between your thighs. His kisses were not sweet, but hungry and desperate, leaving trails of heat up your neck to your cheeks, before diving into your lips. His hands suddenly left your skin and made their way to your skirts, lifting them up higher and higher as your heartbeat increased rapidly.

"wait" you gasped, hands leaving the nape of his neck to his hands, pushing them back down to your knees. It was bad enough that he didn't feel smooth skin when he touched your thighs, that he had to battle rough bristles, but he seemed to be tolerant of it, not shying away from the spikes growing from your legs, but you knew he wouldn't tolerate anything more.

"what is it my love?" he questioned, panting as he nudged your cheek with his nose, lips leaving soft kisses on your cheek. You wanted to fuck him, but on your terms, hiding away all the worst parts of you.

You quickly lifted yourself off the desk and turned around, placing his hands on your plush hips, hidden by the fabric.

"take me from behind, Alwyn, please, I, ah, I want you to be rough"

If your voice wasn't so hesitant and you very clearly hiding something, Alwyn would have jumped at the chance to fuck you rough, to grip your hips tightly as he rutted into your tight cunt. But he could tell something was wrong. He removed his hands from you and took a step back.

"no, no I won't"

"Why?" you questioned still bent over the desk, turning your head over your shoulder, your eyes betraying your fear. Had he finally had enough? Did he finally realise you weren't enough?

"Come on sweetheart, something is tormenting my princess and I'm not gonna ignore that for all the sex in the world" he smiled, hand reaching for yours, softly holding it as he lead you from his planning room into your shared bedroom.

"sit your pretty butt on the bed and tell your man what's goin' on," he said as he plopped himself on the side of the bed and patted the place beside him. You slowly made your way to his side. Alwyn leaned his arms on his legs and turned his head to you.

"you gonna tell me what's goin' on in your pretty head or do I have to get a lady friend so you can talk lady things," he asked seriously. a smile betrayed your torment at his genuine care. You slightly shook your head and began picking at your nails in your lap.

"I would rather not talk to anybody" you whispered, giving him a painful smile.

a moment passed between you two and you hoped he would leave, get bored at trying to understand you like everyone always has and leave you to your misery.

"Why are you trying to hide your body from me sweetheart" he softly asked, still looking at you from his hunched-over position,

It was a very simple question yet enough to tear down something in you, you were no longer able to ignore the wall of doubt and insecurity hiding you from him. He saw straight through it. Tears fell from your eyes like rain and you reached a hand up to try and stem the fall.

"How did you know I was hiding it?" you sobbed, for the first time in your life someone noticed. He took an extra second, an extra thought to see your thinly veiled pain. no one else ever seemed to notice your behaviour, never seemed to notice hiding under the extra fabric, taking less food than usual, or not joining your sisters and cousins in the river. Or maybe they just didn't care enough to say anything.

But he did, he noticed and he cared.

"I pride myself on being a very observant man princess. It wasn't hard to see, you kinda suck at distractions" he sadly laughed, you could tell it was forced for your benefit but it gave you a chance to laugh through your pain.

"sweetheart" he started, hesitating, for once thinking of what to say before he said it, "you know I find you absolutely gorgeous, and I never want you to think that your shape or siz-"

"This isn't about my body, it's about what taints it" you seethed, directing your disgust on yourself, turning your head back to watch as you punished your fingers with your hate. A hand, his hand, reached for yours, stopping your assault.

"scars?" he asked, a thumb soothing the pain you inflicted on your skin.

"no" you whispered, your other hand gripping his tight. Alwyn didn't say anything, just comforted you in his presence. Your tears were slow now.

"I don't know what to say" you gasped, face grimacing, what could you say? No matter what you said, you knew that your days of being seen by Alwyn as beautiful and angelic were passed. "I don't know how to tell you" you whimpered, eyes finding his.

"then show me"

"no" you answered quickly, "no..anything but"

"sweetheart" he began

"I'm scared" you interrupted.

"of what?" he quested, eyes crinkling in confusion.

"that..that you'll see me differently, see me as I truly am, as a disgusting thing" you spat out the last two words, it was easy to call yourself that, you already have for so long.

Alwyn opened his mouth to deny it.

"wait, please just wait, let me say what I need to say." you rushed, pausing to swallow. "you'll say that it won't change anything, you'll promise you'll still love me, still want me. but you won't. I will no longer be beautiful to you, I'll no longer be delicate, or radiant but I'll be monstrous, grotesque, and I, I can't lose you" by the end your tears were once again released, trailing down your cheeks.

"Sweetheart, please just tell me what it is" he urged, kissing your cheek with a slight force, his free hand cupping your other cheek

"it's my hair" you whispered

"Pardon?" he asked, slowly removing his hands to turn his whole body to you. You gave a slight nod.

"princess your hair looks fine to me" he laughed, one hand playing with a curl

"no, thats not, uh" you grunted, pushing his hands away, standing up and turning away from him. "it's not my head hair, it's my um, it's my body hair" you explained turning back towards him. He still looked very confused before erupting in laughter. God, how you hated this man.

"Sweetheart, my goodness, I'm sorry but body hair? that's what's got you all teary and shit?" he laughed, rubbing his face with his hands. You on the other hand stood still. Of course, it was stupid, you were a fool for thinking he would understand. Your mouth falls into a frown and soft tears swelled. Alwyn continued to chuckle until he saw your pained face.

"oh princess, I'm sorry, really, fuck I'm such dickhead, clearly this is something that troubles you and here I am laug- fuck sweetheart don't cry, please? come here" he rushed, standing up to hold you in his arms

"Princess, it's not something to be disgusted in, everyone has it, women too" he comforted, rubbing your back as you dug your face into his chest.

"I know, but I'm different" you whimpered, you were well aware that your body hair was incredibly difficult to tame, growing rapidly and often growing darker and courser if you tried to rid it. You could manage legs, barely, but when you turned 14 and hair began growing on your stomach? or when your mother kept telling you to tame the hair growing dark on the back of your thighs? you tried, really, but it only made it worse, making a small patch of hair growing from your belly button down into dark hairs that seemed eager to spread across your belly and chest if you tried to tame it further. And your thighs? gone one day straight back the next. so it just was easier to leave it, no one would notice, it wasn't like you had suitors desperate to touch you while you were bare. until Alwyn.

"I'm worse" you whispered, looking up from his chest into his eyes. "You'll see it and run. I know it"

"Ah, sweetheart you really thinking something like that would scare me? I think I'm braver than that"

"It scares me" you painfully smiled, tears still rolling down

"Well good thing I'm brave enough for the both of us" he smiled, kissing you softly

"your beauty will never ever scare me" he whispered, leaving you to let out a sob.

"but what if it does?" you whimpered

"never"

#yandere fantasy #yandere drabble #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere #oc alwyn #alwyn #male yandere x reader #male yandere #female reader #yandere x female reader #chubby!reader #insecure!reader #tw insecurity

[citadelofmythoughts]

Well, I’ve had all day to digest this so here’s my ramble about the Bees

I got into the FNDM around the end of Volume 6 so before I came out as trans (actually some of you were the first to know.) or a lesbian. 

It was that now famous image of Blake & Yang holding hands, standing defiantly in front of Adam that actually lured me in but I made myself binge the entire series before watching V6.

I completely and utterly fell in love with those two girls and their story. I think that’s one advantage more recent fans have who didn’t have to wait between all the early volumes, you could get more of a sense of how the story was progressing without conjecture or headcanons. So I saw their romance blossom. From the moment they laid eyes on each other from across a crowded room those two were linked.

It was such a hard and lonely road they both traveled. It felt like just as they made a connection at Beacon it all went to hell. Yang losing her arm to Adam, Blake blaming herself and both spiraling into self-loathing and depression.

But then V5 happened and Yang had someone she cared about finally come back into her life and as upset and angry as she was, she couldn’t hate Blake...never Blake.

Volume 6 was a volume of healing, of fighting their demons and overcoming them. 

Volume 7 was them easing back into that casual vibe they had at Beacon and feeling comfortable around each other again.

Volume 8 was difficult. It tested their fledgling relationship in many ways. They disagreed on how best to help Mantle but also learned that they COULD disagree and still be okay. 

Then Yang fell and Blake saw her future fall with her. Everything they could have been was gone in an instant. That changed her. She wasn’t going to stand on the sidelines WAITING for it to happen. 

Which brings us to today. Blake now knew her heart belonged to Yang and she knew that Yang felt the same, she just needed a little encouragement to say the words. 

Yang’s face when Blake called her “extraordinary” was nothing short of astonishment. It was like she couldn’t believe this beautiful girl, her partner could think of her in that way.

Blake’s face when Yang presented her own thoughts was a lot more accepting because Blake already knew Yang loved her, at least on some level

“Any big truths we haven’t dropped on each other yet?”

“That can’t be what this is about.”

“It’s like a...cliff and if I do it, I’m just gonna fall” “I think we’re already falling.”

“Just say it, Yang.”

“I...think I love you.”

“I love you too.”

And there it is. The end of one phase of their relationship and the beginning of a whole new one. They fought SO HARD to get here and this means EVERYTHING to me.

And the nice thing about it is, it’s not remotely over yet.

So, here’s to the happy couple. I know you’ll both have long and happy lives together. I love you two so much and even with everything I wrote, I know I left so much of what I’m feeling out.

Well, if you made it to the end of this, I’m shocked but thanks for reading it.

#rwby spoilers #bumbleby #rambling #sobbing crying

[likecastle]

Ronance Femslash February - “go to sleep”

This is the first prompt I filled for Ronance Femslash February! The wonderful @crushcandles sent me the phrase “go to sleep.” Thank you, as always, for the Ronance encouragement!

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“This is the part where we close our eyes and go to sleep,” Nancy says tersely, and it comes out harsher than she intended, but it’s too late to take it back. She’s always doing that where Robin is concerned, winding herself up tighter and tighter until she says or does something she doesn’t mean.

“Right. Of course. Obviously.” This is followed by a brief interlude of silence, and then Robin whispers, “It’s just . . . I wanna make sure we’re cool.”

Nancy huffs out a sigh, but she can’t help asking, “Cool?”

“Yeah.” She hears Robin turn onto her side and when Nancy opens her eyes, she’s startled by how close Robin is, as if the darkness has shrunk the space between them somehow. How can her eyes be so bright in this low light? “Like, this kind of thing can really screw up a friendship, right? Not that I’d know from personal experience. I mean, the whole thing with Steve is kind of an outlier in the sense that it actually made us better friends—that and being tortured by evil Russians. But historically, most of my friendships have gotten screwed up before things ever got this far, not that they ever would have, because if there was ever any actual chance of it happening, the possibility of it happening probably wouldn’t have screwed up the friendship in the first place, you know?”

Nancy definitely does not know what Robin is saying, but before Nancy can tell her as much, Robin continues.

“But the point is!” Robin stops herself, deliberately lowers her voice like she’s just remembered it’s the middle of the night. “The point is . . . I really like you. I like researching decades-old murders and impersonating college students with you. And I really like kissing you. But even more than that, I like riding around in your car together, and finding out how you like your eggs—poached eggs are disgusting, by the way, but I respect your right to your opinion even if it’s the wrong one. And I’d just, I’d hate it if I had to give all of that up just because you don’t want to keep kissing me. So I, um, I’m just hoping this won’t change things between us.”

Nancy closes her eyes again, because all at once, it’s too much—the way she can still faintly pick out Robin’s freckles even in the dark, the high line of her cheekbone pale in the shadows. “It doesn’t have to change anything.”

“Oh.” Nancy can almost feel the shift of Robin’s ribs against her as she lets out a sharp breath she was obviously holding. The gust of air as she exhales ruffles Nancy’s hair. “OK, good,” Robin says, trying so hard not to sound dejected. “Because I’d really miss you, I think.”

Nancy bites her lip. Her instinct is to leave it at that. She’s always turning away from the vulnerable choice—toward judgment, toward irritation, toward closing something down. It would be easier—safer—if they just stayed friends, if she let Robin think it doesn’t mean anything that she can still feel the starry tingle where Robin’s lips touched hers. It would be easier if she could keep what she wants separate from how she feels, just draw a line between the two and not let herself ask for more than she can have.

But the thing is, she does want it. She wants the tentative pressure of Robin’s fingers at her hip and the velvet drag of the inside of her lower lip. She wants all that and she wants the way Robin will lean into her space to point out a weird sign on the side of the road, the way she’ll talk for twenty minutes straight about an article she read about fatal familial insomnia. And Nancy’s not going to get any of that if she can’t overcome that instinct she has—even now—to turn over and pretend she wants to go to sleep. “I mean,” she says slowly, carefully, because she doesn’t quite trust herself not to say it wrong, “that we can still . . . drive around and get breakfast and listen to your pretentious music, even if we decide we want to keep kissing each other.”

Robin is silent—really silent—for a long time. Long enough that Nancy finally gathers up the courage to open her eyes again, to find Robin looking at her with such a searching expression that Nancy’s heart clenches. “Do you?” Robin asks, quietly. “Want to?”

“Yes,” Nancy breathes, and it’s not as hard to say as she thought it would be.

#ronance #robin x nancy #robin/nancy #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #stranger things #ronance femslash february #crushcandles #paging crushcandles #crushcandles please meet your party in the ronance lounge

[dyrewrites]

In Fog -- 10 (long)

To have seen you in the sand, with that perfect light on your salt-licked skin...

Yet it was the monster, always it, no matter how I wished, no matter how I prayed. But touch after touch, kiss after kiss, the sweetness it whispered, the tenderness it showed weathered my resolve. I woke less with you in my thoughts, more with it, and falling asleep beside it grew into routine, into comfort instead of torture and fear.

Even its feeding stopped disturbing me, the blood turning to syrup on its tongue, and in turn honey on my own. I aided its hunts in that seaside village. When its pallor frightened potential meals it was my own silver tongue that lured them to our villa. I as well procured that lodging, with the very tricks I once used to excuse us from classes that we might meet beneath our willow, or flip our poor grades into passing marks.

It showered me with praise, between hungry kisses so hot and wet and red, soaked in our prey. You would think those moments my break, my fall into depravity, but no. I had light left to snuff.

The true end of my morality, the last shred of my belief in your existence, my hope that I would have you again, occurred by moonlight.

You wore it beautifully, dappled blue-white and shimmering with the fullness of the moon. Perfectly it framed every curve, every detail, drawing me a map that I ached to follow. Of course, it was not you, my love...but it was your body still. It could not change that, nor would it wish to—leash that it was.

My love I, I have been ashamed. So ashamed, of every sin, and there are countless more I hold that you may not wish to know. All my soul I have laid bare for you, here, but this truth, this needs warning. You must know that I deserve no love from you, not anymore. I offer my confession not for forgiveness. I do it so that you might understand, so that you will know how I fell and perhaps, perhaps not hate me as much as I deserve.

On that beach, bathed in sea air and soft light, bare and tangled, coated in so much sand it shared a secret of itself and I fell. Truly I fell, too deep, too hard to ever recover. It told me because it knew, it knew what I ached for, what I wanted more than your touch, your smiling face, your love. What I wanted that night it took you, that night you were primed to leave home...leave me.

My love please understand, I meant it when I said I would have accepted it, I would have overcome it. I would have. I know that I would have. But it stung all the same and in a hidden pocket of my heart I resented you for it even then, yet I swear, my love, I swear I would have moved on. I would have...

Between kisses too sweet the thing wearing you confessed my truth first, “You wanted this one to remain.” I refused to answer, and so it did for me, “You hated, in that dark pit that has grown, is growing still, you hated.”

“No,” I untangled, rolled away from its grasping hands, but only said it again, “No...”

And it chased, covered me, held me, forced my eyes to confront yours, “Look at me, look at your love. This was leaving you, in a home that never wanted you, to weather those miscreants alone. But you did not hate this face, these eyes, these hands that would never touch you again?” They touched then, those hands, warm and gentle on my shoulder, my face.

I pressed into its tender hold of my cheek, closing my eyes to what stared at me in search of you, my love, in search of you. But you were not there; you had left, for a new life in a city I could never reach. You had another life, another love, and I...I was home, alone, battered and broken without a soul to want me.

I did not confess, did not give it quite what it wanted, but I gave enough, “How do you know what you know, how...how do you read me so well?”

It kissed every strip of skin not sullied with sand before it revealed its secret, “I was there,” more those lips pressed, traced, “With you, with this one, watching,” it held my face, silenced me with that tongue too hot when I made to question, “tasting. You were delicious, your wants, your aches...your love, so bright, so warm, I,” slipping with its desire, it almost gave too much, but it found its riddles again, “I had to have you.”

“What does that mean?” All of it was warm then, every naked inch of stolen skin burned along my own, and it smiled at the shared want of my body for its.

“I wanted you,” it told my ear through a taste, a bite, “Even then I wanted you.”

“One night and you wanted me?” It made no sense, my love you see how it made no sense? How could it have wanted, with only that night to know us?

“Darling,” it purred, with all your body it purred, “I was there every night that you were...and not only there. You saw me, I know you did, felt the touch of my mists.”

Those weeks of fog, do you remember, my love? Weeks, perhaps even months, it was everywhere. The rains came so heavy that autumn, drenching all the town in their bitter chill, and then the fog rolled in. Thick and white it blanketed everything. That was it, my love, the thing that stole you. It was there, all that time, watching, learning, waiting.

Insanity, “That, that...no, I, you cannot have, all that time? Why not attack sooner then, why wait?”

“I needed to know more, to know you, if you...could want me,” I would not ask, I know the question you would ask, my love, but I did not. I did not want the answer. I allowed it to talk, but I kept even my thoughts still. “I could not have you as I was,” it shrunk, never had it shrunk, had it appeared so vulnerable, so small, and I could do nothing else but hold it closer, “I required flesh, a voice to speak, hands to touch...and this one, well, you adored this one. All your dreams, day and night were of these hands, this voice. So of course this is the flesh I would take...and it was leaving, it was going to hurt you. What better way to endear you to me than to give you this gift. Eternal I am, eternal and yours.”

Too much, too much it revealed, confessed. I had questions, worries, deep and tangled concerns. And I expressed none of them. Because it wanted me, pure and simple, all it had done, all it had stolen, even the lives it took—my family, yours—all of it for me.

My love, I loved you for all that you were, all that you could have been, no matter what became of you, no matter how far you fled, who you traded me for, I would have loved you all the same...but you never did so much to show your love for me. Would you have, did you love me as much as I loved you? Do you?

I am relieved this one and only time that you cannot answer.

I did, answer that is, its confession, its devotion with my own, “And I am yours.”

Rabid the lips that followed my declaration, hungry the teeth, the nails, both tantalizing agonies I had grown to beg for. I matched it, in every way I matched its want, its lust, its love for me.

There would be no more pining for what I did not have, no more hopeless longing for the you that was no more. How could I, how could I look into eyes that were not yours, taste skin drenched in another’s sweat, find comfort in arms that you never used so sweetly, and spurn their owner?

I could not yet call what I felt love, but I would not deny what it felt, what it showed, what it confessed so quiet, so vulnerable.

It loved me.

In ways you never could.

#writeblr #snippet #writing #in fog #novella #horror romance #no sleep edition #i dunno if i need to tag it #someone tell me my brain is mushy

[seriouslysam8]

You portray Sirius’s struggles so well, and I think they’re so in line with his canon character. I feel like most authors either ignore and hand wave away his struggles, or they lean so far in the other direction that he’s completely incompetent and nothing like his canon character. It is so refreshing to be able to read about a Sirius who is clever and intelligent and protective and trying so hard while also struggling with his demons and spiraling downwards. Brumous is everything I’ve ever wanted in a Harry & Sirius fic.

🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

I cannot tell you how much that means to me that you love the Harry and Sirius relationship in this story - especially the characterization of Sirius.

I feel like Sirius’ character is often butchered in fanfiction. His childhood trauma is often ignored, even his trauma from Halloween/Azkaban is ignored. I find that a lot of people portray him as this… goofball dramatic person who makes serious/Sirius puns nonstop. Or he’s a thirty-five year old man having prank wars with the twins at Grimmauld Place. His drinking problem in OOTP is always overlooked. Sirius giving Harry pet names like pup or Prongslet or Bambi or whatever is just… not very Sirius. Or the overuse of Moony and Padfoot in post-Azkaban stories. Like… did they ever call each other their childhood nicknames in canon?? I don’t think they did, but I could be wrong so correct me if I’m wrong. I feel like those names wouldn’t be uttered ever again because of the pain that James’ death and Peter’s betrayal brings them. In GOF, Sirius is displayed as a very intelligent man who understands the complexities of wizarding politics and has extensive knowledge of wizarding families - no doubt a byproduct of his childhood being in that pureblood culture growing up.

Even when I write him as a teenager in Bête Noire, he’s a troubled teen who has been severely scarred by his upbringing. He worries incessantly about a threat from Walburga, closing himself off and isolating from his friends. At this point, he’s already drinking and smoking cigarettes as a coping mechanism at 15/16 years old.

Sirius is a very complicated character who has such an interesting backstory. To me, he’s the most interesting character in the entire series. Sorry, Harry. I know it’s your birthday today and I’m not shitting on you, but even you can’t stop thinking about how hot and tall your godfather is. You’re as obsessed as the rest of us.

That’s another thing, speaking of tall Sirius, that shits me about fanon Sirius. He’s tall, okay?!? Harry states it like every single time he sees his godfather. Sirius is tall!! He’s the tallest of all the Marauders. It’s Sirius, then James, then Remus, and then Peter is small. It’s facts, okay? It’s written in black and white. I nope right out of a story as soon as I read Remus or James is taller. The entire Black family is described as tall.

I digress.

I normally write heavy Hinny stories. I love them. They’re my favorite couple. But Brumous isn’t about Hinny. They are the main couple, but this isn’t a story about them. This is a story about Sirius and Harry becoming family and overcoming their childhood traumas. They are the main POVs. They are the main characters. Some of you may hate chapter 35 because it legit only has their POVs. Nobody elses. (Though @prewettpotter asked about a Ginny POV dealing with finding Sirius nearly dead in a pool of vomit and alcohol with Harry so I may have to add that to my list of missing moments.) Sirius finally getting help for all his deep-rooted issues is a major part of this story too. Because you all know it’s Harry, Sirius, Remus, and Tonks who go on the Horcrux hunt next story, you also know Sirius really needs to work on himself in order to really help Harry succeed. He needs to be in a better place mentally. Finally, after 34 chapters, Sirius is getting the help he desperately needs. He officially hit rock bottom and it took nearly dying and having Harry find him to make him realize just how damaged he truly was.

If you’ve read my stories before, you know I love to really dive in deep into very real and painful everyday problems people have.

[twilightmalachite]

2×2 - Children on the Streets 13

Author: Akira

Characters: Yuuta, Hinata

Translator: Mika Enstars

"(There you go, criticizing yourself in the mirror again…)"

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Season: Spring

Location: 2×2 Program Set

Yuuta: (Well alright, so? So you have a lover, but no close friends. So what are these kidnappers to you, Aniki?)

Hinata: (If you’re calling Anzu-san my lover, then you’re mistaken! She’s the number one most irritating girl in the world to me!)

Yuuta: (It’s rare for you to have special feelings towards someone, positive or negative, so I can’t help but find it a lil’ intriguing, though…♪)

Hinata: (Don’t concern yourself over it. Because it’s seriously nothing. Aw man, I’m not good at these topics…)

Yuuta: (Hehe, you’re very capable Aniki, so I’m sure you’ll be able to overcome anything even if you’re not good at it in no time, right?—One way or another.)

Hinata: (I’ll try my very best, then.)

(…Those kidnappers who took me away are the very delinquents that were rumored to be terrorizing the town lately.)

(But y’see, although they’ve only recently become a topic, they’ve been living there in that town for a long time.)

(And they haven’t even been doing anything bad. They were labeled a color gang and we were warned about them, but there was nothing ever said about anything like actual damage, right?)

(That’s because they genuinely didn’t do anything bad.)

(The reason the police were so lax in their response was because it was a nonissue, there was very little real danger.)

(In fact, it was more like it was the residents who overreacted and attacked them. Apparently the police had to devote a lot of manpower to deal with it.)

(Change your perspective, and the entire world will change, right? Hehe, that's just what Sora-kun says, though.)

(You do have close friends, Aniki. You have those who have taught you important things.)

(Yeah. Maybe… I guess I really had no need to feel so lonely.)

(But, that aside. All the talk about delinquents causing trouble around town was nothing but a nightmare imagined by people who were feeling depressed over the recession.)

(In reality, it was nothing but a group of people with no place to go, surviving by supporting one another.)

(Just like us, back when we had run away from home.)

Yuuta: (It was less supporting one another, and more Aniki supporting me one-sidedly, though.)

Hinata: (I got a ton of support from you too, you know, Yuuta-kun. Just mostly in a mental way.)

(Anyways, those people who we used to be like back then, they were all scared, being called delinquents.)

(They were anxious that they might get targeted by these hypervigilant residents. Turns out, an anti-delinquency movement of sorts was even about to start…)

(I was asked if I could do something about it.)

(Well, “asked”. It was a rather rough means of doing so, it basically was a thread.)

Yuuta: (So they did do something bad, after all!)

Hinata: (Doesn’t that just go to show how cornered they were? And, truthfully, they probably hated me, too.)

(You know, Yuuta-kun, they told me I wasn’t being fair.)

Yuuta: (You’re never being fair, though.)

Hinata: (Right. Even though I too was a stray cat with no place to go, back then…)

(I became happy. I was given protection from Master and built a career on the street performance skills I had built up there—)

(And now here I am, a sparkling idol up on the big stage! ♪)

(But we were all supposed to have been the same. Why only me? …That’s the grudges they spat at me. It was pretty rough. It had been a long time since I had felt so bad.)

Yuuta: (“Why”? They’re just unhappy because they didn’t try hard enough. It’s their just deserts.)

(How come everything bad is our fault? It’s just not true!)

Hinata: (There you go, criticizing yourself in the mirror again…)

(I understand where you’re coming from, Yuuta-kun. And in fact, it may be their just deserts, to an extent, but…)

(The unkind God never gave those guys an “opportunity”. A spider's thread was never lowered into hell.)

(We had grabbed it. We just so happened to catch the attention of some kind people.)[1]

(Looking back, I think it was the luckiest thing in the world. Y’know Yuuta-kun, you might hate everyone in the world, but…)

(Among that “everyone”, there are kind people who have helped us, you know.)

Yuuta: (… …)

Hinata: (So, I hope you won’t hate the world anymore, Yuuta-kun—)

(That’s the kind person I want to be.)

(I want to be like Master and like Sakuma-senpai and the others, who picked us up when we were stray cats, and loved us.)

Hinata: (I decided to forgive those who kidnapped me and spat those resentful words at me, with that in mind.)

(It’s instinctual for stray cats to bite, because to them, everything around them is their enemy.)

(And if you don’t bite, you can’t protect yourself and the companions important to you.)

(But. This world needs someone kind who will forgive even if they are bitten, and pick those up and bring them somewhere warm.)

(“That” is who I want to be. That is why I gave them jobs this time around. And I will continue to do so. I want to help them earn enough money to get themselves through the cold winter.)

(Waaay back then, I learned how to live on the streets, thanks to their guidance.)

(I’ll repay that favor.)

(Hatred creates a ripple effect, but so does kindness.)

(I want to continue carrying on that torch, and spread it across the world.)

(That’s what I’ve wanted to do, since the very, very start.)

Hinata: (I wanted to protect what was important to me. I wanted to bring them somewhere warm so they wouldn’t have to be hurt anymore.)

(So that’s what I’ll do. And what I’ll continue to do. Even if you don’t like it, Yuuta-kun, because it is what I truly want to do.)

(I’ll fill the world with love and kindness.)

(If I do that, Yuuta-kun, then you won’t have anyone to hold a grudge against anymore, right?)

Yuuta: (…You’re really arrogant.)

(But it’s fine. You and I are twin brothers, Aniki, but we’re two separate people. I have no right to stop you from doing what you want to do.)

Yuuta: (Sure, there may be kind people in this world out there. But, the number of them is still overwhelmingly small.)

(If you ever get devastated by that cruel truth and frustrated by that reality, Aniki… I’ll be watching you from the side, laughing.)

(And when you hit rock bottom and become the same creature as me, we’ll fight side by side for the “same cause” together again.)

Hinata: (That day will never come. No, I’ll do whatever I can to ensure that.)

Yuuta: (Then it’s a match to see which of our desired futures will come to be first, huh?)

(I won’t lose, Hinata-kun.)

Hinata: (I have no intention of losing either, Yuuta-kun.)

Yuuta & Hinata: “♪~♪~♪”

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A reference to The Spiders Thread, a story by Ryūnosuke Akutagawa where a spider's thread is descended into hell by Buddha, giving the protagonist a chance to climb himself out. Upon seeing others grab onto and try to climb the thread behind him, he shouts that the thread is his alone; at that moment the thread snaps, plunging them all back down. The story is about compassion.

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