#THE ABSOLUTE KINDEST OF SOULS

[orchidyoonkook]

My favorite fic of yours: Under The Willow Tree, which I know you know, but I never get tired of talking about it. Every word of this fic is written on my heart. 💘

5. A fic of yours I haven't read but want to: I had just barely started TWWWBAATTA just before heading into my stormy period where I didn't do hardly any reading or writing. It was lovely and your JK is such a cutie and a knock-out, and I'm excited to continue it soon!

8. What I most like about your writing: Firstly, your emphasis on nature and your use of it and its imagery to contribute to the feeling and setting of your plots and scenes. The way that you communicate beauty is really romantic and poetic and I DIG IT. Also, I feel like you are very confident in your characters and who they are - this comes across strongly in your writing and is something I greatly envy.

11. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE WRITE MORE SMUT IN THE FUTURE. Now that The Devil Wears Valentino is out there, the cat is out of the bag - you have an incredible gift for filth, my friend.

12. A fic of yours that I've reread: There are legit chunks of UTWT that I could recite by heart on command.

LOVE YOU BB 🥰🥰🥰

VIOLET HOLY SHIT???!!!??? Literally what did I ever do to deserve such amazing humans around me like??? What god am I in the favour of cuz I need to set up an alter for them rq:

Onto! (this is literally so long im so sorry)

DUDE. I'm on the ground 50 yards away from where i just was cuz thats how hard you've blown me away rn.

1. My favorite fic of yours: Under The Willow Tree, which I know you know, but I never get tired of talking about it. Every word of this fic is written on my heart. 💘

I love how much you love them. And I'm so very glad to have been able to have made something so special to you. It's truly my honour.

5. A fic of yours I haven't read but want to: I had just barely started TWWWBAATTA just before heading into my stormy period where I didn't do hardly any reading or writing. It was lovely and your JK is such a cutie and a knock-out, and I'm excited to continue it soon!

A stormy period??? Did I know about this and completely by accident flake on you??? I'm so sorry if I did. I'm always here I hope you know what. (And please pardon my god awful memory. Short term memory loss sucks so much.)

And never any pressure to read, but when and if you do I hope you enjoy!!! TWWWBAATTA is my brain baby. My first fic and by far the longest thing I've ever written. I love them so much and I hope you will to, but I also understand how daunting getting into a big series is, so literally no pressure at all. You've already been kind enough to me to last a life time <<33

8. What I most like about your writing: Firstly, your emphasis on nature and your use of it and its imagery to contribute to the feeling and setting of your plots and scenes. The way that you communicate beauty is really romantic and poetic and I DIG IT. Also, I feel like you are very confident in your characters and who they are - this comes across strongly in your writing and is something I greatly envy.

WHY IS IT MAKE YOON CRY NIGHT???!!!!!! Im sobbing. I'm facedown in my pillow. A walking waterfall of tears. I dont even know what or where the hell to begin with this. So i'll do what i do best and let my brain vomit on my creative process a lil bit:

i dont even realise i do this until after, the emphasis on nature and imagery and setting plots and scenes. But for me to understand a story, i need a place where i can see the characters, i need to know their place in that setting, and i need a bit of background that sets everything.

-> For UTWT, that was the solace of the tree in the shitty hometown for reader, a reader who's desperate to leave, why they want to leave, and then i give them something. in this case yoongi.

-> for TDWV that was the bar. Why a bar? it's where creatures of the night can go to destress becuase even they aren't always "on." and then why is reader there as a mortal, oh shes a bartender, but that gives her special priveledges with the other species becuase now they cant do anything to her, so shes safe. except for the one thing that disrupts her night. the one thing that goes bump in the night for her. and so how do i take that a step further? I make him obscenely powerful, so powerful that the people who kill her kind for fun are scared of him. And then to seal the deal? I make the big scary man care for the one thing he's supposed to see as less than dirt. I make her special. And you learn this all early on in the story. It cements the who what where when why and you learn the how as you go.

and then when im describing a setting and using things to cement the reality of my stories i go into almost a trance and literally insert myself into it to pick out the details. Visualization is something i've always had "a gift" for. It why i usually dont draw with references, and can look at something crafty and just "know" how to make it. So i guess thats how i do that.

-> like in UTWT. I am the tree and the reader and yoongi. I'm the wind around them and the pond watching them learn to love one another. I'm the motorcycle and the books and the leather jacket shielding them from the rain. I have to be everything to be able to write it the way i see it.

-> and in TDWV i was the bar and the music notes and the black tiled floors. I was yoongi and the reader and the banshees on the balcony and the other creatures. I put myself into everything and think about what they see. what they hear. what do they look like. How do they feel. whats their background, and i think that's why they feel so confident to you. I just - know - everything about them. i need to. to fake it till i make it. to baffle with my bullshit.

as for romance and poetic-ness(?). I've said this before, but it makes me laugh in a good way cuz if you know me irl you know i am the least poetic person alive and i dont do romance. Like i dont even let my partner get me treats bigger than a chocolate bar. (I am learning to be better tho.) So the fact that my writing is two things I am very much not in my waking life, it just goes to show how many sides a person has.

11. (*Something I wish/hope you write) FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE WRITE MORE SMUT IN THE FUTURE. Now that The Devil Wears Valentino is out there, the cat is out of the bag - you have an incredible gift for filth, my friend.

dude i was so so scared for the smut. i told you in dms but like i was sweating BUCKETSSSSS. I followed the same process i just described, but then i also had to go over the scene with a completely unsexual, professional and almost sterile eye. I had to think about what would work here. what would work there, should i switch out this word. I should come up with a more creative way to say that, because everyone writes it that way (not that theres anything wrong with that, it's just personal choice.)

and so for example, I'll go with something you pointed out recently from TDWV:

*NSFW INCOMING*

That filthy line when instead of saying he cums, you wrote "as he covers your inner walls in the most sickeningly sweet shade of white." Like, how DARE you?? No one talk to me. I'M NOT OKAY

I've seen this exact thing written as "he paint your walls white" and thats fine. that gets the point across, but i wanted this scene to hit different, i wanted it to show how engrossed he is and she is in this. And so i switched up my words to create a more sensually graphic imagine in the readers head.

and your reaction is all the proof i needed to know it worked the way i wanted it too. And these arent things i think of on the fly in my rough draft. These are things I sit with and brainstorm and tweak to make just right so i get the mental image i want.

*END NSFW PART*

12. A fic of yours that I've reread: There are legit chunks of UTWT that I could recite by heart on command.

Maybe one day i'll test you on this. (jokes) BRO THATS SO FLATTERING LIKE WHAT???!?!!!?!?! I CANT EVEN BEGIN TO COMPREHEND THAT.

LOVE YOU BB 🥰🥰🥰

I WILL BET MY ASS AND YOURS I LOVE YOU MORE <<<<<333333333333

[persephoneflouwers]

I’ve been thinking about this scene a lot recently. I want to share it, only to bring comforting moments on my dash.

Harry walks through the garden, taking in the scent of blooming flowers and fresh earth. As he turns a corner, he spots Liam sitting on a bench surrounded by small cages filled with white birds, simply taking a break from his important duties.

The birds chirp happily as Liam feeds them from a small dish.

Liam glances up and sends Harry a big smile, before Harry has the time to announce his presence.

«Are my eyes deceiving me?» Liam mocks.

Harry shakes his head, watching as one of the birds hops onto Liam's finger.

«Hearts can deceive. Words can deceive, but eyes? I don’t think so.»

Harry watches Liam with a smile on his face, admiring the way he effortlessly connects with his feathered friends. The birds seem to love Liam just as much, flitting around him and chirping happily in his presence.

(Extract from DAET)

[chelseasdagger]

HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY TO THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!!!!!!!!

Charlie Cox is literally the sweetest person. He had seen so many people that day, and he still treated me as if I was the first. He smiled big and shook my hand, said it was okay that I was shaky, and even called me “my dear”. His presence was so welcoming and gentle and while I was so anxious to meet him, it all felt okay when I was near him

During the questions panel he was very fun and even giggled (yes literally) at some of Vincent’s answers. He also apologized to the fans that were lined up for questions that they ran out of time for. His line for autographs went halfway down the main convention hall, but I overheard that he was skipping lunches and breaks because he wanted to sign as much as he could

I’ve always heard he was sweet, but seeing it in person is a whole other thing. He was truly incredible and yesterday was the best day ever. I’m so thankful I got the chance to experience it

[ponderingmoonlight]

jjk men cheering you up

Pairings: gojo x fem!reader; geto x fem!reader; choso x fem!reader; sukuna x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,3k

Warnings: this is my first fic in months so I hope you enjoy. Will post more from now on🫶

Gojo Satoru

Gojo knows something is off the moment he sees you. Your usual spark is dimmer, and even though you try to play it off, with that stern expression and eyes hidden behind sunglasses, he isn’t buying it.

So, naturally, he decides to fix it the best way he knows how - by being an absolute menace.

“Helloooo, earth to my favorite person!”

He dramatically waves a hand in front of your face, leaning in way too close for your liking. Honestly, this is the last thing you need today after getting shat on by literally everyone crossing your path. Why does everything have to go wrong. And more specifically, why are you always involved?

His sunglasses are perched on his head, letting those ridiculous blue eyes stare right through your soul.

You sigh.

“Gojo-”

“Bzzzt! Wrong answer. It’s Satoru, your beloved, devastatingly handsome best friend-slash-mentor-slash-personal-jester-slash-lover? I don’t know about that last part, we didn’t get specific on that.”

He pokes your cheek, grinning.

“Now tell me what’s wrong, or I’m gonna start listing my best qualities. Out loud. In public.”

You roll your eyes but can’t stop the small smile forming. How does he do this? It’s like all the frustration leaves you bit by bit the second this jerk starts talking. What were you even mad about in the first place? He gasps.

“Was that a smile?! Oh, I knew you couldn’t resist me.”

Before you can protest, he grabs your wrist and teleports you to a café downtown. The next thing you know, he’s ordering every single dessert on the menu, grinning like a proud child while you stare at him like an idiot.

“Nothing a little sugar can’t fix,” he comments, plopping down across from you.

“And if it doesn’t work, don’t worry - I’ll just have to be even more annoying until you laugh for real. Or we can take this to my bed-”

“Can you just stop?”, you interrupt him immediately, cheeks turning bright pink.

You shake your head, but as he starts dramatically fake-crying about his "invisible pain," you find yourself laughing anyway.

What a jerk. And yet, what a blessing.

Geto Suguru

Geto doesn’t say anything when he notices your exhaustion. Sure the elders took out their anger and frustration on you again and sent you through the country hunting day and night for curses. You don’t deserve to go through this. Not you, one of the kindest people he knows. He simply sits beside you, offering his presence instead of demanding explanations while all you’re able to do is staring in the distance.

All that horror, that restless night…When is this going to end? When will you have a life again?

After a while, he quietly lifts up his voice.

“Want to talk about it?”

You shake your head, and he doesn’t push. Suguru never does. Instead, he reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear while gently allowing his arm to rest over your exhausted shoulders. It’s like he’s your savior, your ambrosia after every stressful mission.  

“Alright,” he says.

“Then how about a walk? Fresh air might help.”

You agree, and soon you’re strolling through a quiet park, the late afternoon sun casting a warm glow. Geto is calm, steady - he doesn’t try to force conversation, just lets the silence sit comfortably between you both while his hand gently holds onto yours.

When you sigh, he finally speaks.

“You don’t have to carry everything alone, you know.”

His voice is soft, understanding, his touch so reassuring that you feel like bursting out in tears any moment.

“I’ll listen whenever you’re ready.”

The sincerity in his eyes almost undoes you, but you manage a nod. Geto doesn’t need you to thank him. He simply reaches out, squeezing your shoulder gently before letting go.

“Wait”, you blurt out before you can stop yourself.

“What is it, (y/n)?”

“Can you…can you maybe just…hold me?”, you mutter.

Suddenly you feel out of place. What are you even doing here next to that guy all your friends crush over? Did you really just ask him to hug you?

“I mean I-“

“I’d honestly love to”, he replies before you’re able to explain yourself.

The next second, you find yourself devoured between his arms, lost in his immaterial touch, his arms light as a feather and yet so demanding against your skin that you feel whole again.

For the first time in months, you find yourself relaxing. Not in a bath, not in a sauna, but in the arms of a man you learned to love more than any obstacle could ever hurt you.

Choso

Choso notices the way you drag your feet, the way your shoulders slump. His instincts scream at him to fix it, but he isn’t sure how. To be honest, he still isn’t good at reading human emotions. Yuji told him a few things here and there, but what if you feel uncomfortable by him talking to you? What if you get mad, scream at him? His chest tightens the way he hates it most.

But he has to do something. There’s no way he’ll allow you to potentially feel bad.

So he does the only thing he knows - he stays close.

You’re curled up on the couch when he silently walks over, placing a blanket over your shoulders. When you glance up at him, he merely nods, sitting down beside you. He doesn’t say anything, but his presence is solid, grounding.

To be honest, you’re on the brink of crying. It feels like the whole world is against you with everyone screaming, lying and ditching on you. When will this finally stop? Will you ever be happy again? This life just feels like a nightmare you can’t wake up from, I grave you cannot escape.

After a moment, he shifts.

“You should rest,” he murmurs.

“I’ll stay here.”

There’s something so simple, so unwavering about his words that the tightness in your chest loosens just a little. You lean against him without thinking, and when he doesn’t move away, you let yourself relax.

He smells surprisingly good for the old man he is, his body soft and yet hard against your touch. Without thinking twice, you lower you head to his chest and start screaming, crying, bawling your eyes out.

“You don’t have to hide from me”, he simply comments, his hand caressing your hair and making sure it doesn’t stick to your soaked face.

“I’ll always be here. And I’ll kill everyone who makes you feel this way.”

You can’t help but chuckle while wiping your nose in the most unladylike manner.

“You being here is more than enough.”

Sukuna

Sukuna scoffs when he sees you sulking, immediately springing up from his throne.

“Tch. What’s with that pathetic face?”

You glare at him. Honestly, he’s the last thing you need right now. Not when your life is falling apart already, not when you have 99 problems to deal with – him not included.

“Thanks, asshole. That really helps.”

He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms.

“What, you expect me to coddle you? Please.”

You sigh, rubbing your temples. No, you can’t take this right now. This isn’t the time for Sukuna’s shit talk.

“Then leave me alone.”

But he doesn’t. Oh, he never does.

Instead, he clicks his tongue and suddenly pulls you into his lap, making you yelp. His clawed hand rests lazily against your head, almost like… like he’s patting you?

“You’re annoying when you mope,” he grumbles, but his fingers brush against your scalp in slow, careful strokes.

“So stop it already.”

You blink, stunned.

“Are you…are you comforting me?”

Sukuna clicks his tongue.

“Shut up before I change my mind.”

You can’t help it. You laugh despite feeling like shit, and his scowl deepens. But he doesn’t shove you away, doesn’t stop his absentminded gestures of comfort.

Maybe he won’t say it outright, but you get the message.

Even the King of Curses doesn’t like seeing you sad.

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I LOVE YOU, I'M SORRY ~ Rafe Cameron

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SMAU AND TEXTS!

PAIRING: Rafe Cameron x kook!reader

SUMMARY: You've always been a robust and steady presence in Rafe's life; from toothy, toddler smiles to screaming teenage outbursts , the admiration between you inevitably blossomed. Time passes, emotions evolve, things change, people change , and the line between friendship and the unknown suddenly blurs, making both of you stumble into a state of irreversible circumstances —

— But I love you, I'm sorry.

WARNINGS: angst , drinking , cursing , mention of drugs /past drug addiction, brief mention of vomiting and parental death ,sexual innuendos, sexting (kind of?)(MORE TO COME!)

MASTERLIST.

PREVIOUS PART, EPILOGUE! , ...

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OH MY GOD, IT'S OVER 🥹!! Can you hear me sobbing around the globe? I don't think I can even thank you guys enough for the love you've drowned this story in, my heart goes out to every single one of you. Thank you for over 1.1k followers,and thank you for being the kindest souls💗💗! I absolutely loved making this, and if any of you have a request for a future smau/fic , my inbox is open!! Thank you again, I love you!!💗

[asheyxash]

WHAT SEVENTEEN’S GIRLFRIEND WOULD LOOK LIKE:)

OT13 x 3rd pov

genre(s): fluff, humour

warning(s): none

word count: ~1.25k

*work of fiction that is what I think of seventeen and their ideal type, do not get any wrong ideas or judgement*

work all mine, no reposting without creds, no stealing of published work, copyrighted:D

scoups:

his girlfriend is definitely someone who he is scared of like how his members fear him because of his aura, as soon as he comes home from work, he will be running for his life if he sees his girlfriend mad. he always tries to please her, giving their relationship his all and on most occasions she returns the love, making them quite a happy couple with a healthy relationship (unless cheol pisses her off then you already know he’s sleeping on the couch tonight😃).

jeonghan:

his girlfriend isn’t the angel you think she is either, just like him, because he would need someone to be his evil partner when joshuas not around. she is very playful and pranks jeonghan’s members too, making seventeen groan internally whenever jeonghan brings her to practice with him. she has an outgoing and bubbly personality (1), makes friends with anyone and everyone to “earn” their trust, just to prank them afterwards.

joshua:

unlike her boyfriend, she is someone very calm and collected, and if i do repeat myself, ✨NORMAL✨ she’s got long, smooth hair that matched her visuals so everyone calls her and joshua the visual couple, she puts up with shua’s antics because anything he does is cute to her, blushes whenever he calls her baby, is the melt absolutely KINDEST soul you’ve ever met and could do no wrong, the main reason why joshua fell in love with her anyway.

jun:

girlfriend is unexpectedly funny, just like him. an introvert obviously, but she knows jsut when and what to do to make you laugh or smile after a bad day, and did i mention an amazing cook? (her food is so good svt begs jun to ask her to make some for them) makes jun the best chinese mala dishes ever and treats jun as her number one priority, MAJOR green flag!!!

hoshi:

isn’t it obvious? his girl would definitely have that tiger energy in her as well, bringing headaches to every single seventeen member whenever she tags along during practice because oh damn you bet she’s loud and crazy and chaotic, just like hoshi. they call her the tigress, but svt has to admit she’s got the skills of a dancer too (also part of the reason why hoshi went head over heels over her was because he saw her effortless and flowly yet sharp dancing and loved her artistic style🔥) likes to tease hoshi by joining in on the anti horanghae club, often hears and keyword, IGNORES hoshi’s complains on how she likes woozi more than him but can you blame her?🐯

wonwoo:

his girlfriend is interesting. she's mysterious, her feelings so hidden only someone so close to her like wonwoo would know what she's feeling or thinking. she looks really cold on the outside, but is the absolute sweetheart inside once you get to know her. LOVES mystery and crime shows, and reads books so much wonwoo had to built her a small library in their shared apartment. the seventeen members and wonwoo himself sometimes feel intrigued to knowing more about her. she also loves cats and although has an RBF, couldn't hurt a fly because she's so sweet.

woozi:

his girlfriend loves music. albums, records, vinyl players, radios, dg booths, she loves them all. instead of being quiet, she's actually quite talkative and an extrovert who gets along well with basically everyone. finds woozi's height cute and pinches his cheeks every time they go to the studio. cries a lot and very emotional, but her tears aren't always sad tears and most of the time are tears of overflowing joy and pride whenever seventeen wins an award, the most supportive girlfriend to her boyfriend's career fr.

the8:

his girlfriend loves the art and can make REALLY good tea. chamomile, green, earl grey, fruit teas, you name it, she somehow has the ingredients and teabags for it???🍵🍃 very peaceful and understanding so her and minghao barely ever fight. she gives in really easily, and is sort of the peacemaker, her voice alone enough to calm down any tension. the one who suggested her boyfriend to start trying yoga and meditating with her to which he eagerly agrees to. her voice is music to anyone's ears, and never, ever does raise her voice at anyone, doesn't hold grudges and VERY forgiving.

mingyu:

unlike him, she is very focused, neat and organised, and is polar opposites to mingyu because she's careful and firm, somewhat a perfectionist but then again, mingyu defends with "opposites attract" which is somewhat true, because they fell in love at first sight after he accidentally knocked down her cup of coffee on himseld one random night at a cafe. she loves reading up on animals and is the BIGGEST eco friendly enthusiast on earth, cares passionately about saving the environment so makes seventeen recycle and use sustainable materials but that just makes mingyu fall in love with her once again.

dokyeom:

his girlfriend is the cheery girl version of himself. cute and short, but her heart is bigger than the universe. has a burning interest towards nursing and healthcare, and is incredibly smart too! loves taking care of children and aspires to be a pediatric nurse. she has a strong set of values and a moral compass that she sticks by too, and will NOT tolerate it if anyone crosses the line, breaks her limits or hates on her boyfriend because let's all be fr, who hates our happy pill dk right?

seungkwan:

his girlfriend has has an outgoing and bubbly personality (2), never fails to make anybody laugh. she is seungkwan's whole motivation to keep going and she would do anything, and i mean anything, in a heartbeat for his boyfriend. she does NOT care about any hate comments and defends her boyfriend very aggressively, but a smile is always plastered on her face and she's always bright and positive, lighting up anyone's day. she is the diva and is just as if not even more savage than seungkwan, does not gaf and would roast seventeen as if she owned the place. this world is hers, and we're all just living in it:D she actively peels oranges for seungkwan because it is "good for him"🍊.

vernon:

like him, his girlfriend lives her life exactly how you expect her to. nothing fun, nothing boring, but at times, she does break "character" and wants attention from her boyfriend who of course, instantly melts at her eyes that he doesn't know whether to describe cute, or a look of "vernon hansol chwe you better look at me this instant or i will dig your eyes out" YES, kinda creepy and gives silent treatment when mad so yeah...she's chill with her girls though and very generously splurges on her friends, treating them to whatever whenever because she also helps to pay the bills out here, but may or may not fake her "anger" sometimes just to see the pitiful side of vernon because she likes to spice her life up a bit, yk?

dino:

his girlfriend is quiet...or is she really and has the best humor, has a collection of jokes that never seem to run out?? dino as her boyfriend is forces to laugh at every single one of her jokes even though some of those he questions whether she got it from his dad but moving on, she would have the BEST fashion taste and sense, and is SHOPPING BESTIES with seungkwan and minghao(and also sort of a shopaholic). challenges dino actively to games where she wins (most of the time). loves sports and athletics, and may even be fitter than dino himself???

[astrum99]

I’m loosing it at this tag

Gabriel from ultrakill. I'm sorry but also I'm not

[one-in-a-million-fishsticks]

When Alucard finally dies and enters the afterlife, he's going to spend days just cuddled up to Trevor and Sypha, getting used to existence on the other side and absorbing all of the comfort he's been missing for the last however-many-odd-centuries.

Every generation of Belmont that he's ever helped/befriended is going to want to see him, and a buttload of other very curious souls are probably going to be clamoring for a meet-and-greet, but they're all going to have to wait their turn because Trevor and Sypha have no intentions of "sharing" their favorite dhampir anytime soon.

It'd be absolutely hilarious if there was an honest to god que, I can easily picture Sypha yelling at everyone to "Pick a number, and shut the fuck up!"

Trevor and Sypha's kids get first dibs on the reunion after Alucard is finally okay enough to see more of his immediate, first found family without breaking down completely for the second time.

Then Grant has his turn.

Then Trevor and Sypha's grandkids, and so on. This continues until all of the closest Belmonts, Belnades, and Dynasties have had their fill of reunion-ing.

Soma is definitely up there in heaven with everybody else, he 100% starts a fistfight with Richter over who's turn it is before a very disgruntled Simon Belmont breaks them up because it's actually Maria's turn.

I like to imagine that Lisa is up there from time to time, too. Alternating back and forth between heaven and hell at will, so that she can see her husband and son with equal regularity.

Alucard spends several days just glued to his mom, ignoring everything and everyone else around them until she introduces him to her human family.

The idea of Lisa's parents being up there is hilarious, I want them to be progressive cinnamon rolls just like their daughter, and I want Alucard to struggle with being the center of their attention. The idea of having ever had human relatives in Lupu is very hard for Alucard to wrap his head around.

Sypha and Trevor also have a varitable army of dead people that they want him to meet, between Trevor's relatives and the speakers.

Trevor's family is nice enough, at least Gabriel, Marie and everyone else who died during the burning of the Belmont estate are all civil.

Sypha's extended family is incredibly sweet and curious, to the point of being almost suffocating.

Moving on, Leon Belmont is probably one of the kindest unknown parties that Alucard has met so far since his death. The founder of the Belmont clan harbors a soft presence that comes across as almost calming, and he seems to know an awful lot of embarrassing shit about Dracula for some reason.

Some lady named Elisabetha is there, too.

She seems to know Leon pretty well.

[rucow]

some placements im soft for<3

♐ sagittarius sun: my everlasting obsession. the most magnetic people ive ever met. they're insanely beautiful and enigmatic, they fascinate me. i have no sag placements myself, so idk why im so in love with this sign, but to me they're ethereal and regal in a way. they give me a heartthrob. i adore their facial features and their personality, i love their blunt honesty. these people are majestic and special to me. also very silly.

♏ scorpio mercury: this placement could tell me to jump off a bridge and i probably would. their words and tone can have full control over other people, they have so much power in their voice! even if they speak very quietly, the impact of their words is immense. singers and performers with this placement are impeccable at delivering the most raw emotion to their audience. every time they speak, i feel like i can see and feel their soul. which makes sense, because their mercury is conjunct my moon. i feel compelled to listen to these people. they put me under a spell anytime they speak (or sing). also, i love it when they go detective mode trying to solve a ~mystery~

🌠 mercury-neptune conjunctions: ethereal, mesmerising, haunting. i noticed that a lot of singers i listen to have this placement, and you can really feel it. ive always had dreams (and nightmares) about songs written and sung by people with this placement, they're absolutely haunting in such an addictive way. they're out of this world. beautifully poetic people.

♎ libra moon: some of the sweetest people ive ever met. they're so soft and sensitive, even if they don't seem like it. somewhat of a role model to me, i looked up to them so much only to find out im a libra moon myself in sidereal astrology. i have an urge to protect these people and reassure them that their feelings are valid. they have the most beautiful smiles.

♊ gemini moon: maybe it's because my own moon is in the 3rd house, but i find these people very relatable. the amount of hate and misunderstanding ive seen them receive is plain cruel. i think these are some of the most genuine people, and i appreciate it when they speak their mind. silly factor off the charts

♑ capricorn placements (any): i haven't gotten to know you too well yet, but you're always like a breath of fresh air. im intrigued by you! i feel i have so much to learn from you.

♏ scorpio sun: the kindest most understanding people ive ever met. sure, there's been a few bad apples here and there, but so many scorpios ive met have helped me heal, even if indirectly. they've had a huge huge impact on me and im always thankful for that.

♐ sagittarius mars: i adore these people's energy. my mars is in aries but at the 9° degree (a sagittarius degree), and i feel like being around these people is so fun. very very playful people with an outstanding positive energy, they are silliness personified and i love that about them.

♒ aquarius venus: i didn't care much for this placement at first, seeing as it's my own, but looking through works written by aquarius venus artists has hit something deep inside of me. there's something sad about your heart being in this saturnian, fixed sign. it's like a prison. you fully commit to people once you think you've found "the one", and break-ups can be brutal for you. you don't show it on the outside, but your suffering shows in your art, and im sorry i didn't see it sooner. your understanding of the world is very real and fascinating, and you're such a devoted friend. ive grown to understand and appreciate this placement a lot more than i did before.

though i only talk about a few specific placements here, every sign is special in their own way. ily all, take care of yourselves 💖

[amazingcreek]

straight friend groups be like: *white boy with blonde hair* *Chad* *blonde girl* *Kyle* *brunette girl* *white boy who plays sports*

gay friend groups be like: *daughter of daughters becoming the King* *literal prince of demons* *anarchist in love with them both* *the smartest nerd pulling both punches and women* *sweetheart who can both fuck you up and heal you* *mysterious enemy turned ally who is too gay to function (for aforementioned sweetheart)* *the kindest soul you know who can absolutely take you down* *baby they who's so confused but got the spirit* *newbie femme who is just here for the tea and chaos* *whatever the fuck valechaz has going on*

(this is a legendborn riff of this post by @its-all-love-now about the owl house!)

[shefollowedthestars]

impressions ⋆🚕•⋆. 💞 ˚₊ | karen page x reader (platonic matt and foggy)

warnings: fem!reader, mentions of alcohol consumption, my writing (yes, you do need to be warned, so you can't say you weren't aware of what atrocities you were getting yourself into lmao)

notes: karen page save us all 🙏 i really loved the idea of matt and foggy's best friend dating karen and them being all smug about it and so i came up with this the other week! <3

"so, what are you visiting new york for?" you look up from your phone as your taxi driver asks you the question.

"i'm seeing two of my friends i haven't seen in ages." you reply, trying to hide your excitement.

"oh, that's nice! always good to see old friends." you nod and smile at his words, looking out the window. as the taxi drives under a tunnel it darkens the inside of the car and you simultaneously feel a fondness in your heart. nostalgia has taken over your mind the past few hours.

when you were younger, you had attended columbia and there you met matt murdock & foggy nelson and you three were inseparable. from the moment you all met, your dynamic was magnetic, loving and definitely chaotic. there was countless nights spent on the floor of their dorm pretending to do homework, but instead gossiping with foggy while matt yelled at the two of you because he was trying to fall asleep. and there was also nights were you all stumbling home from the bar drunk, laughing and forgetting all about your exams that were the next day. every single one of your peers and classmates always questioned where the other one was when only two of you were together - that's how close you guys were.

but unfortunately, following graduation, you moved all the way to california after getting offered your dream job there. it hurt more than anything to leave your two best friends behind, but you knew you had to do it. due to your guys' busy schedules you had never been able to visit them until now, and you were more excited than ever.

you couldn't wait to see the life they had made for themselves in hell's kitchen with their new firm, new apartments, and new friends. speaking of new friends, they had told you that they had a secretary, karen page, who had quickly became one of their closest friends.

and you would be lying if you said you weren't nervous to meet her. you've seen her pictures on foggy's instagram and on the daily mail's website and she is gorgeous. not only that, she's smart and from what your friends have told you, the kindest. and while you don't know exactly why, you want to make a good impression, you really, really do.

so while your breath starts to quicken, the taxi approaches your destination. you get up and walk out, thanking the driver as you step into the new world of hell's kitchen.

you're in front of an older building, but the store to the side seems like it was newly renovated. you admire the scenery for a minute and then you spot it. the sign, 'nelson and murdock' and you can't help but feel proud of your two brothers. they've managed to create something special together. before you start to absolutely sob on the middle of the street, you open the door and head up the stairs.

reaching their office door, you hesitate before knocking. you now notice that your hands have gotten sweaty and unusually warm. it only just hits you now that it's been years since you've seen matt and foggy. and despite texting and calling them consistently, you haven't physically seen them in what feels like forever and you've changed and so have they. what if things aren't the same? what if you won't be able to laugh and talk with them as you used to? what if everything's okay, but karen doesn't like you? what if it all just feels different?

"i cannot believe you are standing in front of me right now." your thoughts are interrupted by the one and only foggy nelson, staring directly into your soul. you're both frozen, in shock that you're seeing each other in the flesh. your heart's pounding in your chest and you're nervous, but elated at the same time. you can't deny this is an uneasy situation though.

from behind foggy, matt appears, a smile evident on his face. "foggy, quit doing that or she's going to have a heart attack." he laughs. he pushes his shocked friend to the side and engulfes you in his arms. you lean into him, feeling the sense of comfort that you haven't felt since college. soon after, foggy's arms wrapped around the both of you. there was a sense of solace that hadn't been this strong since the last time you had all been together.

it's comforting, but borderline suffocating being trapped in their embrace. matt pulls away. "okay, let's stop suffocating, y/n." he says with a laugh, strangely reading your mind like he always does. foggy pulls back as well and grins. you follow and readjust your jacket.

"y/n, right?" you hear a satisfying voice ask from behind you. you whip around to see a familiar blonde. it's karen page, you realize. fiddling with your fingers and chuckling softly, you nod. "yeah, that's me," you suddenly feel smaller, "karen, right?" you already know it's her, but you can't think of anything else to say. your heartbeat returns to it's loudest state.

she extends her hand "yeah! nice to meet you." you return her smile and shake her hand. her skin is so soft and warm that it flutters your heart and you feel nervous again, but in a good way. god, you don't know what's happening to you right now.

"oh don't worry, i get nervous around pretty blondes i want to impress too." matt snickers from behind you. you roll your eyes and groan. why were you worried about things not being normal? of course matt would take every opportunity he's given to make fun of you. he has not changed in these 10 years at all. in front of you, karen bites her lip and slowly sways back and forth on her heels.

she laughs lightly. "gosh, he's annoying, right?! it's okay, i'm nervous too. meeting new people is always...hard, i guess?" you nod, agreeing. "but you seem kind and cool. i can't wait to hear all of your stories about these two." she says, pointing to the lawyers.

"oh, i have great ones," you excitedly start. karen has somehow managed to make you feel calm with her words. they were right, she was the kindest. and she was so adorable about it too, the way she paused when reassuring you, slightly anxious, not knowing what to say.

you play memories from college back in your mind, randomly selecting one. "there was this one time that fog was drunk and got weirdly attached to this rock that he found outside. he kissed it, hugged it and took it home and only when he got into the shower with it and it dissolved did he realize it was literal dog shit!" you laugh, reminiscing. karen leans her head back with a giant smile on her face just thinking about drunk foggy being stupid. her smile illuminates all the rest of her features and she looks perfect.

"oh my god, tell me another one, please!" she cackles as you naturally both walk further into the office together, towards the table.

foggy buries his face in his hands and groans. "you know i'm very embarrassed right now, but i'm happy that they at least get along very well. so well that she's forgetting we exist right now."

matt tilts his head and places his hands on his hips. "oh they get along very well." he says with a smirk.

foggy lifts his own head up, raising his eyebrows. "oh really? you could hear both their heartbeats pounding fast with your stupid devil thing?"

matt nods, but suddenly foggy's face drops, their conversation reminded him of something important. "shit, matt, we have to tell y/n about you being daredevil." his voice is serious.

"mm."

"i'm sure she'll be accepting, we just have to find the perfect time. let's just hope she stays here for longer than a couple days." foggy tells him, hopefully.

"oh, that shouldn't need much persuading." he responds, pointing at the two of you on the couch.

you two, sitting thigh to thigh, laughing and smiling. to anyone it would seem like two friends just having a funny conversation with each other, but matt and foggy know you two. they know that when karen keeps tucking her hair behind her ear and that when you slightly cover your face while laughing, you're nervous. and they knew you two are so fucked for each other. they were going to have fun watching this unfold.

[enchantress-arc]

It's pretty awesome that I have this partner and he's absolutely adorable and one of the dorkiest and kindest people I've ever met and also conditioned over several years to follow my every command and constantly desire me, to be hopelessly devoted to me, able to sink into a trance so deep that I can rewire his mind and soul with only a hint of a tonal change in my voice, but also I can just use that to hold and cuddle him and pet him and tell him how wonderful and perfect he is, or put him in a cute outfit with a skirt and collar and bite his neck, fucking him while I tell him that I love him over and over as he moans and whimpers on my girlcock like the adorable brainwashed slut that he is.

Point being he is perfect and I'm so glad to have him as my pet, I cannot understate how much I appreciate the fact that he gave himself over to me and allowed me to do this to him. He surrendered every part of himself to me, to be used for my own pleasure, and the fact that he trusted me enough to allow this makes me want to just... It makes me want to ruin him so much more. Because I know he loves being ruined. Corrupted. He trusted me enough to let me be the one corrupting him, and I want nothing more than to show him that his trust was well placed. I want to show my love for him through cuddling and loving making him happy in normal, silly, romantic ways, but I want to show it through breaking him as well. I want to make him worse. And I want him to enjoy every second of it.

[rippersz]

𝙎𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚

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(Brienne of Tarth x Fem!Reader) (NSFW: Cunnilingus, Overstimulation; Fluff) (~1.3K words)

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Brienne held the kindest soul. Always hidden behind a tough exterior, yes, but kind nevertheless. She was so eager to be of service and fight for her honor, for her morals, for her people. Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, the best of her ranks. The best of her warriors. Perhaps not as strong as some of the men, but definitely more intelligent. Definitely more lithe. Quick, even in her armor. Brutal, even in her training.

You enjoyed watching from the walls of the castle, looking down at the training grounds with amused eyes as she barked orders and corrected stances and cut down a few arrogant souls with one swift slash of her sword. It wasn’t very funny to her, but sometimes, in the dark of night beneath your blankets, you were able to pull a laugh or two from her tired body. Gossiping about how stupid and oaf-ish some of the men could be, and mimicking their silly deep voices so outrageously that she was forced to wack at your shoulder and roll her eyes in eternal exasperation. You delighted in those moments, especially when you could lean over and push a smooshed sloppy kiss onto her cheek - giggling when she shoved you away and pretended to get sick into her palm. Also a tactic to hide the blush on her face, but you never confronted her about it.

Though it was no surprise, of course, for a woman like Brienne to take her passion for combat into other areas of her life. Her vigor when mounting and riding her horse, the quick sharp movements of her hand and her penmanship, and the way she pulled on her armor without needing help. All done with a certain level of dedication and precision. All done without complaint. You admired those qualities about her, and you told her so often.

You told her so often… when you weren’t being fucked dumb on top of her face. Held by her strong hands. With a dedicated, precision-focused Brienne looking up at you through hooded lashes.

She was flushed and sweating, with the soft baby hairs at her temples slicking back into the rest of her golden locks. Splayed out like a halo on the front of the feathered pillow. She was an absolute vision there, your warrior. Eyes so dark and sharp, watching the way your breasts bounced and your lips parted - swollen from the biting kisses she placed there not too long ago. Something had happened earlier in the day that led to her desperation. The very moment the door to your quarters was closed and locked, those calloused hands were running to your hips and bringing you in. Closer and closer and closer to her, until she nearly ripped the shirt from her head and the dress from your body.

“I’ve missed you,” she huffed into your ear before pressing hot kisses down the line of your neck, trailing her tongue in a delightful little dance across your skin. You were so sensitive for her, and so familiar with being in control, that the loss of it had you losing your courage.

“You saw me- oh gods- e-earlier,” was your whispered response, though it was shoved out of your mouth by the hand that wound itself into your hair and tugged backward.

“I don’t care,” Brienne seethed. “I always miss you.” And the softness that came with such words was only reserved for you. In front of others, she wouldn’t dare, but there were no others there. It was only you, grasping her shoulders, and her, leaning down and walking you toward the bed.

The bed, where she had you falling apart.

The bed, which you could barely see because dear fucking gods her tongue was ruining your senses. It was an eager thing. Absolutely hungry. Running over your clit in perfect circles, flicking and teasing and pulling soft whimpers from your chest. Stroking the flames of your desire, building them up and up and up until they swallowed you whole. From the prickles of heat at the base of your skull all the way to your curling toes and shaking thighs. You were so sensitive, pushing yourself against the wall to stop yourself from losing balance, utterly embarrassed to feel the drool leak out of your mouth as the overwhelming tide of bliss came over you again. And again. And again. Washing away your thoughts, your earthly desires, and leaving a raw woman behind. Shuddering above the wicked mouth of your lover, with her sharp jaw burning in exertion and her sweet brow furrowed, too concentrated to care about her tired muscles. Long fingers kept you pinned, digging into the crease of your thigh and tummy, and her arms flexed with the strength it took to keep you still and open for her. At her dear excruciating mercy. Quivering on top of that handsome face and feeling your muscles clench eagerly when she filled you up with her tongue and moaned. Forcing the warm flutters from your body while she closed those gorgeous blue eyes and lapped at your mess.

“B-Brienne- please!” Your words were slurred and sloppy, mumbled helplessly against the wall. Every part of your body crumbled from the exquisite burn. “Please- ungh- can’t-”

But Brienne didn’t care if you could or couldn’t. The only response you got was a throaty groan and a small quirk of pale, wet lips. Her silent pleasure at your beautiful praise. Her gentle purrs at your eager whines. She was more than willing to drown in you - if only it meant you were satisfied and happy and so tired by the end of it that she wouldn’t have to feel embarrassed about you being the ‘big spoon’. That is, of course, if your arms ever became strong enough to hold her again. It was far too easy to lose yourself in the pleasure she gave, desperate and starved, and when your hands ran to tangle themselves in her soft hair, she seemed to know that just for a moment- you had had enough.

“Dear gods Brienne!” You huffed as soon as her arms pulled you down toward her chest and she had enough leverage to flip you around and put herself on top. “That- I-” a soft whine bubbled up from your throat, swiftly cutting off your words when she leaned down and pressed soft pecks to your cheeks and neck. They were easy and light, so quick and delicate on your skin that they could’ve been raindrops. Your eyes slid closed with bliss. Whatever you were going to say was lost to the feeling of her chest pressing into your own and the sweet subtle hum between your legs.

“Are you alright?” Brienne murmured, shoving her mouth against the space above your heart to grant it the sweetest of kisses.

All you could give her, your darling warrior, was a pleased grunt. You were more than alright. You were loved. Cared for. You were pleasured within an inch of your life and intelligent conversation was far above you then. Perhaps after a warm night together, you’d be able to return the favor in the morning. Though Brienne was never the type of woman to care so much about reciprocation, and the soft amused snort she responded with was the most beautiful sound you’d ever heard.

“Can I- tomorrow- hng.” You stuttered, waving your hand like a white flag in the air. Too tired to bother stringing together a proper sentence.

Brienne’s smile was small and full of pride when she sat up.

“Rest now, love,” she leaned in and swiped her thumb along your cheek, silently admiring you in all of your sensitive glory. “And we’ll see about tomorrow.”

Well. You heard the woman. And there was no need for her to tell you twice.

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Short but sweet. - Rip x

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[fieldofdaisiies]

Alone

ship: Theodore Nott x Hufflepuff!Reader type: angst/fluff word count: 2,6k words warnings: mentions of racist parents, awful parent child relationship, talk of war and Death Eaters summary: Y/N and Theo are childhood friends, when she receives a howler from her mother that breaks her, he is there for her. (I'll blame @azrielscrown for her amazing Theo stories and hence making me want to write about him, and also @moonlightazriel for the tiktok videos she sent me hahaha)

It is quiet. So very quiet. All of a sudden everyone stops talking. There aren’t even any hushed whispers. Nothing.

It is so quite that one could hear a needle drop. 

So quiet that even the mice in the smallest nooks and corners of the castle could hear your mother’s voice blaring out of the howler that has just unfolded itself in front of you. Its tongue poking out, the howler spats the exact same words your mother shouted into it in your family manor.

The words drip with venom. Disdain and disappointment lace every spoken syllable. 

Your blood runs cold, your chin quivering, as you watch and listen in absolute shock. Your whole body has gone rigid, you don't even dare turn to glance around, not wanting to see the either mocking or pitiful looks of your school mates. 

How would she know? How does she know? And why is she so mad? 

It was just a school project, not your decision to spend time with him. You had to spend time with Harry Potter — it was for a Potions project, preparing a recipe, trying it out and then presenting it in class. It was project where you were assigned partners. A project where you were forced to spend time together. And even if you don't hate Harry, you would not have chosen to do the project. But you had no choice.

'The shame you brought upon this family by being sorted into Hufflepuff.'

There is a pause, and it is so long, so dreadful, so painful, and you just hope the letter won’t continue talking. Maybe it is over and the letter will just rip itself into shreds — the same shreds your heart has been ripped into when the letter started howling.

Or maybe a hole in the ground will open, and swallow you wholly? A ghost will appear and take you with him? A giant will crash both you and the letter?

But your prayers are ignored. Of course they are…

'And now, now you are doing partner work with him? Spending your free afternoons with him? What comes next? Dating a Muggle? Marrying one?'

'Y/N Y/L/N, in this house I allow none of that!'

Your best friend slides her hand into your cold one, squeezing it tightly. She is the purest and kindest soul Hufflepuff house has ever seen and in this very moment you are more grateful to have her than ever before. She somehow grounds you, stops your body from shaking or convulsing fully. 

'I am deeply disappointed. So very much. What you do to this family, the shame you bring upon us.'

That’s how the letter ends. No well wishes, no goodbye, no I love you, no motherly love. Nothing.

You are shocked, sad, embarrassed — feeling too much. Too many emotions. Your heart can’t take them, can’t deal with them all at once and you know you have to leave, get away, escape. Cry. And be alone. 

You need to get out of the Great Hall. And that right now. 

You know your friends want to support you, comfort you, but sometimes you just need to be alone.

Your voice sounds choked, throat constricted, as you climb over the bench, the howler still in pieces on the table.

"I am sorry, I need to be alone now." You run, weaving your way through the pupils crowded in the Great Hall and the corridors outside. Tears start to burn behind your eyes, clouding your vision and your throat starts to burn. 

You run, run until your feet ache, slumping down on the ground, sliding down the ball. And then the damn breaks. Hot, burning tears rolling down your cheeks, as one ragged sob after the other leaves you. 

It hurts so much, growing up in a family like this. It is so painful. Your mother's words, laced with venom, still reverberate through your mind, loud and awful, filling every fibre of your being. A cool shiver makes its way down your spine, making you shiver. 

You draw in a deep inhale, your breathing shaky, lower lip quivering. Closing your eyes, you let your head rest against the wall, replaying every single word she said to you. 

The eerie silence of the corridor and your calm sobs are suddenly interrupted by the faint echo of footsteps nearing. You have no time to make guesses who it could be, finding you sitting behind a corner, back pressed against the wall to almost become invisible. 

"Are you…alright?"

It is strange seeing him like this. He is always so confident, so cocky, arrogant, silver-tongued. And not so…reserved, and at a loss for words. Your desperate state has probably shocked him, you think, trying to hold his gaze, but the tears are coming back again. 

"I am…fine," you croak, the lie in your voice louder than the Howler you received earlier. 

Theo breathes out a cold chuckle. "That was the worst lie I've ever heard, Y/N."

His voice is flat, his expression stoic. He just looks at you, his normally confident demeanour nowhere in sight. "And I thought you Hufflepuffs are those goody-two-shoes who never lie."

You watch how the corner of his mouth tips upwards, but only shortly. He quickly presses his lips in a thin line, something he has always done when thinking deeply. A crease appears on his forehead, eyes solely focused on you.

You have known Theo basically since the day you were born. He is two months older than you, both of you coming from noble pureblood families, your father's had once been good friends, are still probably, but you don't really know. When you were placed in Hufflepuff…things changed. 

Also the friendship with Theo changed. He got distanced, you did too. Being friends with him was somehow no longer possible, and still isn't. You are not rude towards each other, he also always stayed out when the Slytherins mocked you and your housemates, but he has also never sought you out to spend time with you…and neither did you.

You have been growing apart and this is alright — some friendships are not forever. Or at least that is what you always tell yourself. 

"I…I just had to get out."

He nods, slowly, and in understanding. "I always come here when I want to be alone."

"Yes, that is why I am here, I want to be alone." You hope he gets the memo…that you want to be alone. Fully alone.

Not deigning him another look, you bury your face in your hands again, knees pulled up to your chest. It is not in your nature to be rude to anyone, but…

"I know I should probably leave…" But he moves closer.

"I heard what the howler said and I don’t really want to—"

"Everyone heard what the Howler said." A humourless chuckle escapes you and you lift your head. Theo is already looking at you, his eyes, meeting your red and puffy ones. Pain flashes in his eyes, bright and stark and you feel yourself shiver.

He nods slowly, almost like he wants to tell you it is not the truth, hoping it will ease the pain and discomfort a little, but he says nothing. And that for a long moment. Until—

He closes the distance between the two of you, claiming the spot on the ground beside you. 

"I am sorry," he says, stretching out his long legs and leaning his head against the stone wall behind him. "I am so sorry for what she said and that everyone had to hear."

"It is not your fault, you don't have to apologise." You furrow your brows as you turn to look at him. 

His eyes are filled with concern. You can still feel the embarrassment, the way the entire hall had turned to watch as the red envelope exploded in a blaze of your mother's fury and rage. Everyone became witness to your misery…

You swallow hard, trying to push the memory aside, but it lingers like an illness that just won't get better. 

"Y/N," Theo says, his voice softer than what you are used to. "I can't believe she sent you this letter…"

"Howler," you correct him, wearing a forced smile.

The corner of his mouth curls up, and he casually runs a hand through his hair. "Indeed, a Howler, you smartass."

You chuckle, and playfully nudge him with your elbow. But then you shake your head, take a deep breath and shrug."You know how she is. Always expecting more, always disappointed in me."

Theo reaches out, his hand brushing gently against yours. He does not take your hand into his, just rests it next to yours on the ground, your pinkies touching. "You don't have to listen to her, Y/N. You're so much more than what she thinks of you."

You draw in a shaky breath, thankful about his presence.

Funny, you think. You would not have thought that exactly his presence would bring you so much comfort now. You had wanted to be alone just moments before, but talking to him feels somehow good. "Thank you," you say.

He smiles. "Of course." But he does not look away, keeps holding your gaze, his hand shifting the tiniest bit, his pinkie finger now placed on top of yours.

The dimly lit sconces cast eerie flickers of light upon the stone walls, and also on you two. His lashes look longer in this light, casting shadows across his cheeks, his eyes looking so much deeper. And soon you realise you are staring at him. 

It feels like he leans closer, but you could also be mistaken.. And yet, his presence wraps around you, like a gentle embrace or a warm winter coat. And, with his voice barely above a whisper, Theo says. "You deserve so much better than this."

Tears glisten in your eyes once more. His gaze is intense, filled with an emotion you have not really seen on him before. "Thank you for being here for me."

"I am your friend, of course I am." 

Your expression must have given you away.

He huffs, and lowers his chin to his chest. "Well, at least I hope we are still friends…"

For a long moment silence stretches out between you because first of all, you did not expect that statement and secondly, you don't know how to answer.

Are you really friends? Still?

You’ve doubted it in the past years, you’ve never talked to each other, unless you had to do so in class. You’ve never spent time together. This is not what you would call a friendship. 

"I don't know, are we?" you answer honestly, and a small smile appears on his face. "I can't blame you for not considering me your friend anymore…"

It is still strange seeing him like this. He has never been like this…so vulnerable somehow. 

"I know I should have been here for you so much more in these past years."

This is not at all what you expected, and it confuses you greatly. Is he blaming himself for not being here? You also did not reach out to him, you did not seek him out, and you are in different houses.

"There is no blame on you!" Your voice is stronger, firmer, wanting him to see that it is absolute bullshit that he is talking. "Why would you say something like this?"

He shrugs. "I am…" He does not continue, only draws in a deep inhale, and leans his head against the wall. His eyes close for a moment.

There has always been a connection between you, a connection that is still somehow there, even though you might no longer be friends. The kind of friends you once used to be.

You also lean back against the wall, your own eyes closing, his finger still touching yours. It is such a tiny gesture, but you feel it everywhere. Feel him so strongly. 

Theo breaks the silence, his voice quieter when he says. "Y/N, I want you to know...I've always cared about you more than just a friend."

Your heart skips a beat, and you open your eyes, turn your head and look up at him, your eyes meeting his gaze. "Theo..."

"I know it's complicated," he continues, his hand now flipping yours over and taking it into his. "I can't pretend anymore. And seriously, if Draco or Blaise would see me like that right now…stumbling over my own words, they would call me the biggest fool on this planet, but I need you to know…"

He groans almost like in frustration, and squeezes your hand. 

"In Salazar's name, why is this so fucking hard?" A chuckle escapes him, but you only look at him, not sure if you are ready for his confession. 

"I'm in love with you, Y/N. And I have been for the longest time."

Your breath catches in your throat, and a mixture of emotions swirls within you, a whirlwind starting for a whole new reason now. "Theo, I..." You hesitate, not sure what to say.

He smiles and shakes his head. "You don't have to say anything right now. I just needed you to know. And if you ever need someone to talk to, to be there for you, I'll always be here, I want you to know this."

This is a side of him, you think, only you know. And only you know since this very moment. He has never been like this before, he is not like that to others and it makes your chest warm from the inside. 

Tears well up in your eyes again, but this time they're not tears of sadness — they’re tears of happiness and comfort. Without thinking you throw your arms around Theo and hug him tightly, feeling the warmth of his embrace. "Thank you, Theo. I... I really care about you too. I want you to know this."

He holds you close, his hand gently rubbing your back. "What happened today, and what is maybe about to come…we'll get through this together. You are not alone in this. I know you have your Hufflepuff friends, but you also have me."

He holds you tightly, and for as long as it takes the pain of the former happenings to ease. The weight of the howler and your mother's hurtful words begins to fade, replaced by the knowledge that you have someone who cares deeply for you by your side. His words and his confession were like balm to your soul, and they make you smile, even when you thought you wouldn't be smiling much this day. 

"I am really glad to have you back in my life."

He smiles, a genuine and adorable smile that makes your heart flutter. "I have always been in your life. Maybe we weren't that close, but our bond has always been there."

You nod, and draw in a deep inhale. "You are right."

When more pupils file into the corridors, you know lessons are probably soon about to start. You give his hand a final squeeze and slowly get up. "I'll see you later, Theo."

He nods, his eyes never leaving yours. "Take care, Y/N. I'll see you for lunch?"

You nod, a smile on your lips and his eyes momentarily dip to them.

With one last smile, you turn and head toward the Hufflepuff common room, your heart lighter. You know you can talk to him about the issues in your family, and he will listen, because he understands. Understands the pure blood nobility and problems.  And maybe, just maybe, there is also a chance for something more between the two of you in the future. He, after all, already confessed his love for you. 

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jealous/possessive low honor!arthur morgan x hyperfem reader... he's so hot sorry,,, arthur doesn't like other men having their eyes on u or something??

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low honor!arthur morgan who is mean to everyone but you. that right there. that’s how i die. — arthur morgan masterlist.

ᯓ it’s very grumpy x sunshine undertones you two got. he is this mean, rude, six foot tall outlaw who is literally wanted for murder and people advise not to get close to him when spotted outside. and you are his sweet little thing, kindest and purest soul, always so full of love. and you got him swooning after you. <3

ᯓ the thing is. he loves showing you off. he wants everyone to see how mesmerizing you are. and that you chose him. but he wants them to see that from afar. anyone flirts with you at the bar or even tries to start up a flirty conversation would just be signing themselves for a trip to afterlife.

ᯓ it’s not unusual for prying eyes to find you two, a rather odd couple. a broody looking man dressed in dark with an angelic sweet lady hanging by his arm. so he doesn’t mind when people stop their doings to stare. but once that stare turns into lust and you got men checking you out, it’s a disaster.

ᯓ he knows that in contrary to him you hate when he gets into fights, so he will always try to keep his calm with you, shooting silent but deadly daggers with his eyes at others.

ᯓ absolutely smiles at you while you rumble his ears off when the two of you are in a saloon just conversing over drinks. but that smile is reserved for you only. you are not sure others even know he can physically form a smile.

ᯓ would absolutely beat someone who dared to throw a perverted comment at your direction to an unconscious state before finding your trembling body at the corner and coming to hold you with one hand on your waist, the other caressing your cheek, his bloody fingers leaving stains on your pretty pink dress. :(

“y’know i would never hurt ya, sweetheart. but those bastards need to know you’re mine,” kissing you softly before it progresses into a hungry make out session.