#and he saw some clarity in his madness

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Finished reading “Star Wars: A New Dawn” for May the Fourth (be with you).

I give it a B+ bc it was almost perfect but THEY DON’T MENTION CHOPPER EVEN ONCE!!! ZERO REFERENCE TO C1-10P!!!! I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS DISRESPECT I WOULD THROW THE BOOK BUT ITS FROM THE LIBRARY SO I CANT

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Comfort

Pairings: R4! Leon x Fem! Reader

Summary: Your husband is glad that he has you, just like he's glad to have his little family.

Wc:4.8k

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, p in v, mentions of ptsd, mentions of birth and pregnancy, soft sex(nothing too kinky), oral sex(f receiving), just Leon being a sweetheart.

An:So, this week has been very busy for me. As I've been saying in my last few posts, university has been taking up a lot of my time, as well as my mental health being pretty messed up. I didn't manage to finish the chapter of 'Between Love and Vows' so I probably won't post anything new until next week. In compensation, I'll post another one of my drafts (smut), I'll make a poll so you guys can choose. And next week I'll post two new chapters of the series! Thanks for your love and understanding <3 If I haven't answered your comment, ask or request, don't worry, I will eventually🫶🫶

MDNI

Sleepless nights, the nightmares that kept tormenting him, his mind that was in turmoil all the time. Leon was used to all this, he had already realized that these were sensations he would carry with him for the rest of his life.

His trauma, ptsd that haunted him every day. Things he had seen and heard, all so fresh in his memory, so vivid. Things that no matter how hard he tried to forget, he couldn't. As if it were a mark stamped on his soul.

But he coped, as he always does with everything in life. Little by little, he understood how to deal with panic attacks, how to calm down even when he was about to collapse. He learned all this, but that didn't make things any less worse than they were.

Although he thought he had everything under control, that it wouldn't affect him as much as before, he was wrong.

His last mission in Spain proved it, he went from hell to heaven to save the president's daughter. Everything worked out in the end, but that doesn't erase what he experienced or saw.

Many times he could have sworn that if it hadn't been for you, he would have gone mad a long time ago. Even if you weren't able to end the pain he felt, you were there to be the light at the end of the tunnel for him, the clarity to his own insanity.

All this because every time he returned from a mission, he came home first, not caring if he was all dirty with mud and dirt, even blood. His safe haven was here, with you.

That was the only reason he always came home, no matter how difficult things might be for him. You were what he needed, you were the person who healed all his wounds, and he couldn't be more grateful.

If it had been anyone else, he would have left you by now, but you understood him. You listened to him even if he didn't make any sense, you were still there.

Your love was the remedy for all his problems.

And if he was being honest, it was the reason he woke up every day, the only reason he had a place to call home. You, simply you.

And that night, he found himself on another one of those nights when he couldn't sleep, and there he was, pacing around the house, finding something to occupy his mind.

It had been two weeks since he had returned from his mission in Spain, and he was still terrified by everything that had happened, even though he was safe and sound in the comfort of his own home.

He woke up from a nightmare, yet another one. And in order not to wake you too, he preferred to get out of bed. You were already tired enough to have to deal with him in the wee hours of the morning.

He was so careful with you, even though you had told him several times that it was okay for him to wake you up if he needed to. But he was stubborn enough to say no.

As he made some tea, just to see if it would calm his nerves, he watched the rain falling outside, the gentle drips hitting the window.

In that silence he began to have some sweet memories, it always helped to calm him down a little. One of those memories was when he asked you to marry him, God, he still remembers the nervousness that ran through his whole body. The trembling hands that held the box with the ring, the words that he had rehearsed so much and still came out messy. He was so afraid of being told no, but his heart calmed down when you smiled and threw yourself into his arms, saying yes again and again, making his heart melt each time.

That night he fell even more in love with you, if that were possible.

When you started living together, every time he came home he was greeted with a hug, you welcomed him with love and affection. He felt his cold exterior crumble at the same moment, words couldn't describe how much he liked it. Every little gesture that came from you, no matter what, he always took it to heart and considered it with all his soul.

He still vividly remembered a conversation he had with you as soon as you moved in together. It never failed to crack a smile.

"Darling, did you let something burn?" Leon asks as he feeds himself, looking around the kitchen.

You look at him with a laugh, seeing that he arrived so tired that he didn't even realize he was still in his work clothes. And then you answer, "No, why do you ask?"

"Nothing, it's just that something stinks." He says quietly, focused on finishing his food.

You can't help yourself and a giggle escapes your lips, "You haven't showered yet, sweetheart."

"Oh..." He mumbles, looking down at his state.

He was so entertained that he only noticed a baby crying from one of the bedrooms, it was you guys son.

He didn't hesitate to go into the baby's room, watching the little one whimpering in his crib, even though he was warm and comfortable in his blankets, the little boy was still bothered by something.

Leon imagined that he wasn't hungry, since you had fed him not long ago. Then he thought it might be his diaper that was dirty, which he soon confirmed.

So the baby was in his arms the next second, he put the little boy on the changing table and changed him properly, not forgetting a single detail, from carefully wiping him down with a wet wipe, to the ointment he had to apply to prevent diaper rash.

He checked the diaper to make sure it was fastened properly. Once he'd checked everything, he rocked the baby in his arms until the little one fell asleep again.

He even sang a lullaby, one of the little boy's favorites. He still thought it sounded ridiculous, but he didn't care as long as it soothed the baby.

Every time he looked at the little one's face, he couldn't hold back the loving smile that always appeared on his lips. It was still hard to believe that he had his own little family.

It's still clear in his memory when you announced that you were pregnant, the uncertainty and fear that consumed him. The anguish he felt, the apprehension of being a bad father. As well as the shock he felt when he received the news, since it wasn't something either of you were expecting. Not least because you had just started living together, so it was a lot all at once. But nothing that shook the relationship, quite the opposite.

But every time he saw you laugh, every time you came home with a little baby thing, whether it was clothes, shoes or even a toy. He couldn't contain his joy at the thought that he was going to be a father, that he was going to have a child.

It wasn't long before he started buying lots and lots of things for the baby, rattles, diapers, baby cloths, various types of educational toys, plush toys and everything else.

In a matter of weeks, the spare room in the house was full and ready to receive the baby, even if you weren't that far along in your pregnancy.

Not only did he become even more protective, the kind that wouldn't even let you lift a thing, but he accompanied you throughout your pregnancy. From start to finish. Even though he sometimes had to leave for work, he never failed to call you, even if it was late at night.

He always made video calls to see how you were doing, even talking to the baby in your belly on the phone. Even if they were quick calls, he still made sure they happened.

It was obvious that he wanted to be there for you, and he made it clear whenever he could, because he did everything for you, simply everything. Craves? He'd arrange anything you wanted. Going out late at night to buy a slice of cake in a particular flavor? Well, he was there. He would go to the end of the earth to find whatever you wanted.

When you were uncomfortable he was there, always whispering kind things to you, always trying to calm you down and relax in his embrace, trying to give you all the security you could have. He still remembers when your water broke, you were so calm, and he was about to have a heart attack.

Yet he was with you the whole way, holding your hand as you went into labor.

But all his worry went away as soon as he heard the baby's cry, the little being that had just come out of you. He still remembers the unconditional love he felt as soon as he laid eyes on the little one, as soon as he saw you cradling the boy in your arms, crying with exhaustion and joy. Just as he was crying as much as the baby, he felt so happy that he couldn't imagine being anywhere else but there with you and your bundle of joy.

"What are we going to call him?" Leon asked through tears, wiping away his own with the back of his hand.

"I don't know, sweetheart, we agreed that if it was a boy you'd choose." You say in a whisper, giving him a small smile. Rocking the newborn in your arms.

"No, I'd rather you chose." He says softly, running his fingers through the baby's thin golden strands, which by the way had the same hair as his father.

"Leon-," he doesn't let you finish, giving you a kiss on the lips. Letting his forehead rest on yours, looking at you with tear-filled eyes and a sweet smile.

"You've already given me one of the greatest joys of my life. Nothing could be fairer than for you to choose any name you like." Kind words that made your heart melt, and you just nodded.

At that moment he realized that there was no better place in the world. That there was nowhere else he wanted to be, all he needed was you.

While he was lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice that the little one had already fallen asleep, making cooing noises, his mouth hanging open while he slept peacefully. Even the way he slept was like Leon's, it was funny to see how similar the two of them were.

Then he slowly placed the little one in his crib, tucking him into the covers and making sure he was warm and comfortable for the rest of the night.

He stayed for a few more minutes, humming some more until he was sure the boy wouldn't wake up too soon.

After that he moved into the kitchen, where he found you awake, which was enough to make him wrinkle his eyebrows.

"Love?" He asks softly, moving towards you.

You answer him with a smile, giving him a hug, "You should have called me."

He shakes his head, kissing the top of your head, "I didn't have to."

You pout, giving him a playful pat on the shoulder.

"Here, I've made your tea. I've also put out a slice of cake for you." You murmur with a smile, pointing to the plate on the table.

He chuckles, holding your face and kissing the tip of your nose.

"You're amazing." He whispers before walking over to the table and sitting down, taking a sip of tea and eating the cake, which, by the way, was his favorite flavor.

So you sat next to him, waiting for him to finish eating silently.

"Your food is fucking good." Leon says, taking a bite of his cake and smiling at you.

You couldn't help but giggle, knowing that even if you burned the food, he'd eat it and say it was good.

"No, you're just being nice." You say softly, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

He laughed genuinely, entwining his fingers with yours. Then he lifted your hand and kissed the back of it.

You were always amazed by his loving gestures, which he always made towards you. And so the two of you remained until he had finished eating, rubbing his thumb against your hand to give it a gentle caress.

When he had finished, he leaned back in his chair and sighed, looking at you with a smile. But you couldn't help noticing the dark circles under his eyes, just as he still had a few scratches and bruises all over his body. As well as the scars, some new, some old. All a mark of his profession.

"Did you have another nightmare?" you ask, running your fingers along his cheekbones, smiling softly.

He nodded with a tired sigh, leaning into your touch, "No big deal."

You knew that he always hid these things from you, not least because it took time for him to feel comfortable sharing the events of his mission with you.

"You can tell me, smartass." You said smiling, rubbing your nose against his, letting his hand rest on the small of your back.

His lips curved into a small smile, just as his eyes met yours. And that was enough to make you blush slightly, no matter how long you'd been together, he always had that effect on you.

The rain began to fall harder outside, enough to make you both look out of the window. The rain left a comfortable atmosphere in the kitchen, just the two of you sharing the warmth of your bodies, making that cold night a little warmer.

You picked up the dishes and took them to the sink, taking the opportunity to wash them right away. And it wasn't long before you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist, just as he rested his chin on your shoulder, his warm breath beating against you.

"I swear to God I love the smell of your lotion." He purrs, rubbing his nose against your neck, hugging you tightly.

You smiled, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. Even if it was late at night, those moments were so precious to you both. A little intimacy was always nice.

But even with all the affection coming from him, you could feel how tense his muscles were, how his breathing wasn't very regulated. Every time he had these nightmares, they took a while to wear off, and he was still scared for a good few hours.

You then turned to him, held his face in your hands and looked at him seriously, "You should have called me."

He knew how this conversation would go. But to be honest, he wasn't paying attention to your speech, only to the way your lips moved as you spoke, your sweet voice entering his ears. Even if it was you scolding him.

All he could do was give you a silly little smile, stroking your cheeks with his thumb. No matter how much you talked, he would forget the next day. He just didn't want to worry you with his work matters.

Gently he put his index finger to your lips, whispering, "Why don't you hush, darling?"

You widened your eyes, preparing to protest, but he interrupted you, giving you a loving kiss. The kiss was full of affection and tenderness, just as he wasted no time in wrapping his arms around your waist once again, gluing your body to his.

Without giving you time to say another word, he carried you in his arms, taking you to your room like a princess, as if you weighed nothing, he did it with the purest ease.

His grip was firm, as if he didn't want to let you go, he wanted to have you there, in his arms.

Your room was dark, lit only by the faint light of the moon, while the rain continued to fall outside. It wasn't long before he laid you down on the mattress, letting you sink into the soft surface.

The door locked, the baby asleep, just the two of you in that room. The perfect moment for what was about to happen.

No matter how many times Leon looked at you, he always lost his breath, his breath caught in his throat.

You were so beautiful, so perfect, he didn't know how he had been so lucky to have found someone like you, and he couldn't thank you enough for that.

His hands began to move slowly up your thigh, callused fingers caressing the soft skin, letting his hand wander over the flesh, touching you with all the passion he had to offer. And he would do this for the rest of your life.

His mouth finding your neck, his hot breath making you gasp, letting him do whatever he wanted with you.

Soon the wet kisses began, leaving his lips hovering over the weak spots that he knew, he knew exactly where to touch, because he knew well that every touch of his made your body shiver with desire.

"You're beautiful." He whispers, giving your thigh a light squeeze, feeling the soft fabric of your nightgown on the back of his hand.

You give a sly smile, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close.

He soon understands what you want, and he gives it to you right away. A tender, passionate kiss, gently capturing your lips.

You don't know how, but he always manages to show his devotion to you with every kiss, every touch, every night of love. He makes it seem like the first time, always showing you how much he loves you.

His fingers keep tracing your thigh, feeling how warm your body gets from his touch. Your body reacting under his, squirming and shivering, an incentive for him.

When he pulls away from you a little, just to stop the kiss. He nibbles your lip, lifts your leg and grabs the back of your thigh.

Making a point of giving you wet kisses all over your neck, shoulders, collar bone, all to hear the sweet sounds that escaped your lips every time, the way you begged softly for him to continue.

"Oh, fuck Leon..." You whimpered, watching his fingers purposely wrap around the strap of your panties, he was taking his time.

As he always did, because he wanted to make sure he gave you all the affection he could give.

As soon as their trail of kisses went down to your chest, he spared no effort in giving little kisses to your nipples, which were already hard, crying out for any kind of touch and attention.

It was more than enough for you to let out several moans and low squeaks, letting your hands nestle in his golden strands, feeling the softness they contained.

Both his hands slid under your nightgown, and before long his fingers were playing with the waist line of your panties, fingering and stretching, all the while keeping an eye on your every reaction.

The look he had in store for you was yours alone, he had never looked at anyone else like that. Nor would he ever, you were the only one capable of bringing it out of him. The only one.

Just as you never tired of looking into those gentle blue eyes, similar to the color of the sky, or even the ocean. You lost your breath every time.

And there he went, slowly dropping wet kisses over the thin fabric of your nightgown, feeling your body tremble beneath his, just as he made a point of running his fingers over the wet surface of your panties, only to give a smug smile, knowing that he could get you soaking wet for so little.

As soon as he reached your navel, he lifted your nightgown completely, exposing your lower body, which was enough for him to let out a low noise, excited by the image in front of him. Which only fueled his cock to throb even more under his pants.

"I wonder what I did to make you like this." Leon said with a sly, mischievous smile, sliding his index finger down your slit.

Did he know the answer? Of course he did. But it was nicer to hear it from your mouth, your sweet voice echoing through the room.

"You know, you just need to touch me..." You said with a pout, looking at him with piteous eyes, a look he already knew well. And yet it broke his smile every time.

"Because of me?" He purrs, pushing his fingertips against your covered pussy, teasing you as far as he can.

You whimper, spreading your legs as if it were an automatic reaction from your body. Understanding the signal, he pulls you a little closer to the edge of the bed, taking off your panties and sliding them down your legs, soon the garment was lying in a corner of the room.

You were there, completely exposed to him, legs dangling from his shoulders, clit throbbing and begging him to do something.

It felt like magic, every time he touched you he was able to drive you crazy with the smallest things. You often got wet just watching him, seeing the way the muscles in his arms flexed every time he held your legs tighter.

Or the way he always looked at you throughout the process, as he positioned his face close to your center, biting and licking your inner thigh, making sure to leave soft marks all over the area. He loved looking at the love bites the next day, not least because you looked beautiful with each one.

"You're all mine, aren't you?" He asked in a whisper, which sounded more like a question to himself. Especially because he didn't even need to hear the answer.

You were about to answer, but your mind turned to crumbs as soon as he started planting wet, caressing kisses in your folds, letting his tongue linger in certain spots.

His wet muscle slid into your wet pussy, making you arch your body and tremble under him. The tip of his tongue brushed against your clit, swirling around your sensitive part, enough for you to roll your eyes and moan a little louder.

"That's so good, so good..." You mumble, biting your lower lip to hold back your moans.

Every time he eat you out, he didn't hold back with the noises he made, he didn't even care about the slurping noises he made, or the way he did it in a completely sloppy way.

Not least because he never wasted any time, it wasn't long before he was fucking you with his tongue. Moving in and out, hitting all your sweet spots.

It didn't take long for you to be a mess, moaning and whimpering, your sounds echoing around the room. Your hands nestled in his hair, pushing his head against you, letting him get buried in your thighs.

Despite this, you couldn't help but crave his cock, a need to have it inside you, you needed him fucking you.

"Leon..." You called out, rolling your hips against his mouth, you could already feel your orgasm approaching.

He smiled sideways, kissing all over your intimate area, making a point of running his tongue over it in the process. The way he did this so masterfully left no doubt that he knew exactly what to do to bring you to the edge, he knew exactly.

As soon as he started tongue-fucking you one more time, it was enough for you to come apart in his mouth, gushing out all your climax. You could feel your body hot and bothered, your mind confused and without any other thoughts. It was surreal the way your orgasms with him were always that intense.

Just as he spared no expense in giving you sloppy, wet kisses on your wet folds, as if he were smoothing the area, taking the opportunity to clean up the mess that was between your legs. Even though he was about to make another one.

"It tastes fucking good, love." He purrs, licking his lips and lifting his head.

Having the beautiful image of you, with your legs spread, sweaty body, chest rising and falling. The way your eyelids were closed and your lips were open was more than enough to send a wave of electricity to his cock. Which, by the way, was already leaking pre-cum, the wet spot on his sweatpants was already clearly visible.

He wasted no time in removing his pants and underwear, letting his cock pop out. Which was a divine sign for you, seeing every inch of his shapely body, the way he was hard as a rock.

His cock resting in his palm, as he gave it a few small pumps, watching the precum drip down a little. Despite this, his eyes were focused on you, the way you bit your lip and stared at him.

"Please?" You ask in a whisper, spreading your legs even wider for him.

In response, he gives you a puffy smile, rubbing the tip of his cock against your clit, his sticky liquid pooling with your own juices.

You whimper and pout to get him in at once. As if on command, he obeyed, lifting your legs over his shoulder and fitting himself into you. Hissing once he was all the way in, the way your walls clenched around him was enough to elicit a grunt from him.

"So fucking eager..." He whispers in your ear, taking the opportunity to nibble on it. Making you gasp easily.

"Oh-Oh, so deep!" You moan, your nails sinking into the muscles of his back, a reaction he loved every time.

You can't say how, but he thrust into you in such a sensual way, his hips rolling with a dexterity you couldn't even describe in words. It was calm, sexy, who knows how you could describe it.

His eyes never left yours, he could reach all your weak points, all the places where he made you roll your eyes and curl your toes.

At that point, he didn't even try to understand you. Not least because you could only mumble half-words, whimpers or moans, and he couldn't have been prouder to leave you in that state. Your mind so foolish as he fucked you numb.

"Are you going to come already, love?" He asks softly, kissing your cheeks and pulling you even closer.

"Mhmhm." You hum and nod, feeling your walls tighten around him. Just like the feeling of butterflies in your stomach that you were beginning to feel.

He chuckled, speeding up his thrusts, making an even louder sound of skin hitting skin. He wouldn't be long either, he'd probably come right after you.

And there you went the moment he started making circles with his thumb on your clit, you're sure you went to heaven at the same moment.

Your lips parted only for you to let out a silent scream, a noise that came from deep in your throat. He was quick to pull you into a hot, thirsty kiss, moving at a much faster speed than before.

He wanted to get there now.

In and out he went, feeling his cock throb with each jerk of his hips. On the last thrust he came, thrusting deep, spilling all his seed into you, as deep as he could.

He let out a grunt through your lips, holding your sides tightly.

By the end you were panting, covered in a thin layer of sweat. When the kiss ended, he rested his forehead on yours, giving a silly, tired smile.

"Sore?" He murmurs under his breath, trailing kisses down your cheek.

"Maybe a little." You whisper, closing your eyes and sinking into the mattress.

He then gets off you and places you properly on the bed, rolling you under the covers, and then doing the same. He hugs you from behind and cuddles you, giving you massages in the places he knew would be sore. He loved worshiping your body, and you couldn't complain.

"I love you." He says, full of love and tenderness.

"I love you too." You return, kissing his hand.

You fell asleep a few minutes later, and he watched you sleep as always, giving you kisses and caresses from time to time.

He loved you so much he couldn't explain it, you were his comfort. Everything he needed most. You and your son were his adored little family.

And the way he loved you, he knew that you would be the death of him.

Oh God, how he loves you.

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.·:*¨ Night Affairs ¨*:·.

Astarion x fem Tav — Explicit 18+

Summary: Oops! Tav accidentally ate a mushroom that causes her to completely lose her mind. Astarion finds her in this state and enjoy each other’s company, A little too much.

T/W: smut!

Notes: this is Pre- Astarion telling Tav his feelings for her. Also, this takes place in the under dark! Happy reading~

Tav’s body felt a subtle change that began to take hold on her. At first, she felt a gentle warmth spreading through her veins, accompanied by a tingling sensation that danced across her skin. Colors seemed to intensify, becoming more vivid and vibrant with every passing moment. Gods, she was feeling the consequences of mistaking a mushroom for something safely edible. Damn it, these mushrooms in the under dark are all confusing to her. How was she supposed to know it’d make her delusional?

It was already time for everyone to settle in their tents. Tav would have been trying to catch some Z’s like everyone else, but As time passed, Tav’s perception of reality became distorted. The world around her transformed into a kaleidoscope of swirling patterns and shifting shapes. Sounds became amplified, echoing through her ears with an otherworldly clarity. Her senses were heightened to an extraordinary degree.

She wondered outside her tent, away from the camp unknowingly, and stumbled her way around the underdark. It was beautiful with its luminous plants of all kinds. Tav’s thoughts took on a dreamlike quality as her mind wandered through uncharted territories. She experienced a profound sense of euphoria and introspection, as if she had been granted access to hidden realms of consciousness. Time lost its meaning as minutes stretched into hours and hours into what felt like an eternity.

From a short distance sat Astarion, admiring the access he had to life again. He wouldn’t admit it, but he loved the adventure away from home no matter how much he missed Baldurs Gate. He was in deep thought about his situation until he heard dragging noises. He reached for his knife as he saw Tav, clumsily dragging her feet around. Her eyes were widened, almost sparkling from reflections from all the glow of the mushrooms. There was definitely something off about her.

Tav's eyes caught Astarion, by his lonesome in deep thought. She noticed his odd stare at her, "Oooh, Astarion! My favorite person in camp. Isn't it soOooOoo beautiful tonight?" She drunkenly plopped her body onto the ground, now sitting next to him.

Astarion's eyebrows crocked, and he noticed her pupils were dilated. "Oh dear, I see what's going on here. What did you eat?"

In this altered state, Tav's emotions fluctuated wildly. Waves of laughter washed over her as she found humor in the simplest things. Tears welled up in her eyes, not from sadness but from an overwhelming sense of beauty and interconnectedness with the world around her. "I didn't knoooow, please don't be mad at me. I just want to see the pretty plants tonight." Tav wiped away her unjustified tears, her mind was going insane. She could only cling to what little hold she had on reality.

Astarion tilted his head and stared at her. He was unable to take his eyes off her, often staring directly into her eyes or admiring her physical features. He adjusted his posture to face her. Admittingly, Astarion was already catching feelings for Tav the night they indulged in each other's bodies. It was just a part of his plan to manipulate her, something he knew how to do all too well. He just didn't expect to enjoy himself more than usual. It actually felt— good?

Astarion cleared his throat, "You must be losing your fucking mind. I bet anything we talk about now you won't even remember by tomorrow."

Tav slouched her head on his shoulder, her body twitching every so often, "I reaallyy don't want this to end. I lovE traveling w-with you guys, so much fun. I'm scared to go back home..." She spoke with slurs and all kinds of messiness. However, due to the fault of the mushroom she ate, the truth comes spilling out of her mouth uncontrollably.

Astarion perked up, "Scared? Darling what in the hells do you have to be scared of?" It wasn't like she had Cazador hovering over her shoulder. She couldn't possibly feel what he felt.

Tav's face ingrained with sadness. She clutched her trembling hands together, trying to steady herself. The fear that gripped her was suffocating, threatening to consume her entirely and the high didn't help her cope either. Home for her was anywhere but home. She wanted to run as far away as possible from this place that held nothing but darkness for her. "It's hard t-to talk about...You know that feeling that power someone has over you. It's hard to escape something that happened for soooo loonnngg." She rubbed her wide tired eyes. The area around her started to feel like it was melting with colors.

Astarion furrowed his brows, oddly, yes, he knew that feeling. But why did she know that feeling, "I do. But why—“

Tav cut Astarion off quickly, "I LOVE making bread. I have a hidden talent for it...Although now it isn't a secret anymore, so now you know." Tav cracked up a laugh, the little random bursts of confessions entertained her. It was hilarious to her. For no reason of course other than the mushroom effect.

"Uhh, right..." Astarion chuckled softly. She's ridiculous. It's actually entertaining to him how obliviously out of her mind she was. This was great blackmail fuel, or perhaps something he could poke fun at her for.

"Y-you are my favorite camp friend." She smiled goofily.

"Friend? What about our late-night tryst, Did you not enjoy yourself?" Astarion felt offended at her comment. Favorite, sure, but friend? This 'friend' comment did not fit into his plans. Although, lately he has been catching himself smiling at Tav more. He started to notice himself staring at her longer, maybe even lustfully? His heart raced whenever she got close to him, this was unfamiliar territory for Astarion. He leaned closer to her ear and whispered, "Would it make you happy to try again?"

"Oh! Yes, yes. Something in me tells me that'd make me very happy. But hold on! You dont reallyyy mean that do you?" Tav leaned away from him, and crossed her arms doubtfully.

"I— actually don't know. It doesn't really matter what I say now, you'll wake up tomorrow with not a zero clue." His mind wondered. Even if he confessed maybe having feelings for her, she would be oblivious. But it could also be a good moment to test the waters. If Astarion got a bad reaction from Tav, she'd forget all about it the next day. This could be an advantage for him.

"What if I told you you're incredible? That my plan to easily course you didn't work. That my master plan fell apart and every little thing we did together felt— meaningful…That in the midst of this mess I actually find myself caring for you?" He softly pushes away a strand of hair that swayed over Tav's face. His heart started to race to see her reaction.

To his surprise, Tav fell quiet and stared up at him. Her face flushed red and her eyes went a little watery. "You do..?" She spoke softly. Her breathing became heavy. Tav went and wrapped her arms around him in a warm and comforting embrace. The world around them seemed to fade away as they held each other tightly.

At that moment, all of Astarion's doubts melted away as he felt genuine affection and acceptance from Tav. He couldn’t believe that she reciprocated his feelings, and it filled him with an overwhelming sense of joy and relief. As they sat there embracing each other, time seemed to stand still.

The hug spoke volumes without the need for words. It conveyed a deep connection between them, finally acknowledging their feelings for each other. It was a moment of vulnerability and trust, where they could let down their guards and allow themselves to be open to the possibility of love. After all, Tav was Astarion's first consensual sex affair where he didn't worry about Cazador. He could not ever imagine taking her to him. She actually made Astarion feel love. This made him only want to protect her from any harm.

"I promise I'll make this sound better when you're not out of your damn mind." Astarion held her close. It was such a refreshing feeling to love someone instead of loathing someone. He felt the heat of his cheeks flush, and Tav tugged on his sleeve.

"C-Can I kiss you, Astarion?" The way she looked at him with those eyes of hers. Big, full of lust. He saw this same look the night they had sex.

He chuckled cockily, "You couldn't help yourself? I would like that." No one ever asked for his permission, it was admired greatly by him. His lips covered hers in a swift motion, and a soft smooch was placed on her lower lip. Her skin was so warm compared to his, and it only made him yearn more for that warmth.

There they were, in an atmosphere lushed with glowing plants as they held each other tightly in its nature. They kissed each other until it got sloppy, their breaths going in haste. Astarion pushed his body over hers, forcing her back onto the soft moss.

Astarion gazed down at Tav. It took him back to that night, how beautiful she looked under the moonlight, and how beautiful she still looked now. He felt lucky to have met such a beauty, she had a charm he only saw from royalty. The kind that has people swooning over her hand, begging to make her their beloved. Not many people could say they bestowed these kinds of looks.

"Astarion?" a whisper left her lips, cutely yet— begging. Her eyes averted from his and she felt her body tense. No mushroom could mask her lust for Astarion's touch, it was written all over her face. Her little trembles of excitement gave it away.

"Just say the words, love. You know I can give you all the pleasures, Your wish is my command." His hands traveled up and down her thigh, caressing her skin tenderly.

Tav nodded as a shiver ran up her spine from his touch. She spoke with a soft tone, one that begged for him tenderly, "I need your touch."

"As do I." He hovered over her small stature, placing his lips gently on hers. A soft kiss it was. It was different from their last kiss because that one was just lust. This kiss had a heart in it, so naturally it felt so much better. Especially when the warmth of her blood heated his cold lips.

Astarion shut his eyes tightly, and a tingle ran up his spine. The passion from the kiss scrambled his mind because why did love feel this good? Love never felt good. Cazador claimed all of his spawns were a family, something to love. That was no love. But Tav, however, felt completely different. Even regular sex felt amazing, which was also just bland for him.

Astarion kissed her lips until they couldn't no more. Both gasped for air as their adrenaline ran threw their bodies. Astarion's shaft pushed hard into the seam of his pants, and it poked her inner thigh. He then adjusted himself so that he wasn't poking at Tav anymore.

"I want to save that for later, my dear. A day when you can wake up and remember it. So you can come to me in the morning with flushed cheeks and a racing heart." Astarion didn't want to sour a moment where he could make love and not just have sex. He'd rather wait for Tav to be completely aware of herself.

Tav nodded in agreement. Her body felt like she was floating on a cloud. Her high still clouded her mind, and her body still yearned for him. "Could you suppose still spoil me...?"

His eyebrows raised in surprise. "Cheeky aren't we?" His hand raced down her curves, exploring the warmth of her skin, "I suppose I can, pet." Without a thought, Astarion swiftly tugged down Tav's pants. He pulled her legs apart so that her core was to full access to him.

His lips planted kisses all over her neck. The heat of his rough breaths hit Tav's skin, causing her goosebumps to crawl all over. All the while Astarion's hand was caressing over her folds. His fingers moistened as it stroked over her slit. Tav let out small moans as his fingers rubbed her clit. His motions were skilled, almost like a second nature to him.

“M-mphh…” Tav clutched onto the cloth of his shirt. His kisses grazed over her neck tenderly, and he nibbled on the lobe of her ear, “How does that feel?” He spoke in a breathy tone.

“Amazing.” She purred. Her legs twitched from Astarion’s touch. She became sensitive and more wet as he circled around her clit. He seemed pleased with the performance Tav was giving, the moans were a validation for him. But he wanted feel more of her.

With two fingers, he slipped it into her entrance. Tav gasped out of pleasure, the feeling was all too much and she spreader her legs more for him. He bucked his hand in and out of her. The warmth of her walls encased around his fingers, begging for more.

Tav cupped Astarion’s face, pulling him into a kiss that was muffled between her moans. His tongue danced with hers, a sweet taste he’s been thinking about the day they first kissed. Her back arched for him more, and it was granted, a third finger slipped into her and she pulled away from the kiss. A pleasurable wince left her lips and Astarion looked at her with red piercing eyes. He enjoyed watching her crumble under him. It made him feel powerful.

Tav’s head hung back as moans and groans left her mouth like a lyric to a song only Astarion could produce. Her wet core made it easier for him to fuck her with his fingers fast and swiftly. His arm burned as it continuously fucked her, he didn’t break his motion while beads of sweat formed on his temples.

Astarion suddenly lowered his head, he kept his fingers in her, and now his tongue was over her clit. His saliva trailed down between her inner thighs as her moans grew more intense. Her hand gripped a chunk of his hair, forcing his face closer into her core.

His tongue played with her clit, rubbing it in circles as his fingers thrusted in and out of her. An intensity swelled in her lower stomach, she gripped Astarion hair tighter as her finish comes to a near.

“F-fuck! Ahh— S-starion..” her back arched more and more against his face, like a two magnets attracting each other. His steamy breath huffed against her sex, awarding him with more groans. It was absolute bliss for Astarion. It was his first time spoiling someone like this. It felt so intimate and so passionate. If this is what sex felt like with a lover, he wanted to do it over and over again.

Tav yelled out a final moan of pleasure before releasing onto Astarion’s face. His tongue dragged along her folds, licking up any wetness he could as if he was drinking blood. He kissed her moistened core, he then picked up his head from between her legs.

Astarion used the back of his hand to wipe the cum off his mouth, his eye contact was like daggers. “Mmm…That taste of yours. It’s amazing.” He wrapped his fingers around the band of her pants, and pulled them up. Cleaning her up was a love language for him. To destroy someone sexually and then cleaning up the mess he caused, it was so liberating. Especially since it was Tav.

Tav sat up, her skin moistened red on her cheeks, “you’re too good at that. Do it again.” Tav teased him. She liked to have fun with Astarion even at the most tense of times.

“Cheeky pup. You might get tired of me if I keep spoiling you like this, however I couldn’t imagine ever getting bored of that taste of yours. You’re magnificent.” His finger stroked the side of her face softly. “Shall we get some rest? You’ll be needing it tomorrow when you’re sore.”

💤

The next morning Tav woke up with an aching head and also…a soreness between her legs? She brushed off the feeling and greeted her fellow camp members. Gods was she never touching another mushroom ever again. She pretty much went blank but she remembered a faint memory of Astarion face. But, she couldn’t tell if it was a wet dream or not.

She yawned and went to stroll around the camp to chat. When she made her rounds to Astarion he flashed her a welcoming smile, waaay nicer than he usually was, “Well look who we have here. How’d you sleep my dear?”

Tav pleasantly nodded her head to his kind words. “It was strange…but much needed. How did you sleep?”

“Wonderful. I wanted to say thank you for last night. It was…an experience I won’t forget.” He clicked his tongue softly. His face was smug and he walked away from Tav, who fell silent.

Her heart dropped in her chest and it all clicked together. The soreness, the stickiness she felt in her pants, and Astarion being extra nice. A moment she had alone with him and she could barely remember what was said. Tav was mentally cursing herself in her head. She was very fond of him and honestly, she wanted to figure out their dynamic. Only Astarion could tell the tale of their late night affair, but for now, Tav wondered all about her wet dream. Or so she thought.

Any thoughts? Comment 👇🏼 I love to engage !

[seduzist]

Please write some finnick angst!!!

this takes place on mockingjay pt 1, when peeta, annie and johanna were being tortured by snow, reader takes annies place.

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you heard the same scream, over and over again, you felt bad for whatever victim they’d be torturing at the moment but part of you was happy that wasn’t you and the other was mad because you couldn’t sleep with so many screams of absolute pain and suffering.

you just wanted to go back, go back to finnick, to your home, to the place where they took you off, to the place where you earned, where you fought w/ your life to have, where other 23 teenagers died just for you to have it.

then you heard it, from across the hall, heavy steps in your direction, they opened your cell, they came closer, you adjusted your sore eyes at the clarity of the hall since your cell was w/ the lights off, and then you saw him. finnick.

“finnick…”

your eyes fills w/ tears and he comes closer, both happiness from seeing you and pain at your deplorable state in his face, he puts his hand on your face, carefully and gentle, like he always did, caressing your cheek w/ his fingertips.

“y/n, i’m here.” you couldn’t stop yourself from crying at the sound of his voice, joy and relief filling your chest. the presence of him was indescribable, a smile couldn’t leave your lips even if everything hurts from the beat you just took.

the screams stopped, all you could hear was his voice. he was the only thing in the world, no pain, no hurt, no screams or punishment, no torture, just finnick, just the love of your life rescuing you. “it’s okay, my love, i’m gonna take you from here.”

“did you win? the games? finnick?” that’s the last thing your brain remembers.

the games. he’s chosen. he has to go, again.

“yes! i told you i would come back for you, my love.” he kisses your forehead again, his lips soothing you to the point where you almost believed him. but when he looks at you again, you understood.

“you didn’t won, finnick.” the smile faded off of your face and he looked at you confused. “katniss exploded the games, no one wins this time.” more tears fall from your face but now they didn’t tasted like happiness.

you closed your eyes, hearing his confused voice asking multiple questions to you, allegations that he won again and that you were wrong, but when you opened it, he was gone, the door of your cell was still closed, the darkness in the room was still present and there was no finnick standing there kissing your forehead.

it was all a hallucination, again.

[spookyspecterino]

Quiet After the Crash

Tangerine x GN!Reader

Word Count: 2.4K

SFW; Mentions of blood, violence, grief, death, language, idiots in love.

When you come to in the middle of some wreckage after the train crash, you immediately start looking for The Twins.

A/N: Takes place at the end of the movie. Self indulgent fic because I require something with a happy ending. Marched right out of that theater and said FINE, I'll do it myself.

Canon? Not in my goddamn house.

A muffled gunshot (or was it a small explosion?) cut through your sluggish senses, dragging you back into the world of the living. As your body changed gears, coping with the strenuous weight of consciousness, the aches and pains flooded back, making you groan. Sharp, biting smoke clung to the inside of your lungs as you attempted to take a deep breath. The air sputtered back out in coughs from your dry, raw throat.

You had to move, you had to get up. Every instinct you had was begging you to move. Something urgent pulled at your thoughts. What was it? What had you been thinking just before you were knocked unconscious?

Before…

Fingers scrabbling at what felt like sharp metal debris and wires, helped you pull yourself into a sitting position. Your head was pounding and you winced, trying to block out the light. Thick, wet liquid (blood, your blood) fell down in thin trails along one side of your cheek, but your thoughts weren’t centered on yourself. They were trying to recall the events that led up to this. The fight with goons, screeching metal, yelling, a feeling of weightlessness as the entire train flipped and the floor went out from under you.

Where the hell was Tangerine and Lemon?

That single thought drove you to crack your eyes open and lurch forward in a mad dash to get on your feet. The world around you momentarily spun and you fought back a wave of sickness roiling in your stomach as you leaned over with your hands on your knees. Surrounding you was the shredded metal of the train, littered among the destroyed homes of an otherwise peaceful and quaint Japanese neighborhood. Disconnected train cars, laying in various positions, were tossed all over the area.

It looked like a toddler had gotten mad with their train set and thrown it across the room. It must have been by some miracle that you survived. You silently hoped that the same miracle was extended to The Twins.

A friendly voice called out to you as you pushed through the anxiety and shuffled through the wreckage, over turning sheets of metal and ruined chairs. Sluggish to look up, you saw Ladybug making his way over carefully. Looks like he and two others had survived the crash. He had a polite smile as he asked you something.

You only frowned at him. “What?”

“I asked if you’re alright?” He extended a hand out, which you promptly ignored in favor of continuing to pick through the debris. Taking a second to watch as you struggled to walk through the scraps of metal, he followed you patiently. “What are you looking for?”

“Who.” You corrected quietly, “I’m looking for…” Your stomach did a flip, tightening in knots at the sudden idea that at any time you could turn over a chair and find either Tangerine or Lemon’s body. Were you prepared for that? Were you capable of pulling Tangerine or Lemon out of the wreckage without having a breakdown? You banished the thought; you would cross that bridge when you came to it.

Ladybug snapped his fingers as if he was coming to a great moment of clarity. “That’s right, you teamed up with The Twins, but…you weren’t around when…” He drifted off and you picked up the foreboding tone that lingered in his voice.

You whipped your head toward him, swaying slightly from the sudden movement as you looked at him with an intensity. “Have you seen them? Do you know where they were when the train crashed?”

For a moment he simply watched you, chewing on the inside of his lip. “Well, I uh…”

“What? You what?”

“The last time I saw them…Lemon—he fell out of the train tackling a guy…Tangerine went jumping out after him.”

The noise that escaped you must have sounded awful because Ladybug winced, drawing his shoulders up as if he was in pain. Doubling over, you felt as if the world had upturned again; ringing filled your ears and you were only vaguely aware of Ladybug placing a hand on your back in an attempt at reassuring you.

Images of Tangerine filled your mind, what was the last thing you had said to him? For the life of you, you couldn’t remember. It certainly wasn’t something you thought would be your last words to the man you had intense feelings for. In all probability it was probably something cheeky or rude.

You cursed between the sobs that wracked your body. Your handler, she was a smart one, had warned you of this very thing countless times. ‘Don’t get too close, he could wind up dead tomorrow. You can’t let your feelings affect your profession, it’s bad enough that you aren’t trying to compete for jobs they’re on. Missed opportunities, if you ask me.’

Well, it was far too late for that, even by the time she had said it. Tangerine had stolen your heart without as many as ten sentences, swept you off your feet with only a few looks from those blue eyes. Sure, you weren’t about to step on their toes when it came to jobs, but that didn’t mean that you wouldn’t go out of your way to see them.

They had (or maybe it was Tangerine dragging his brother along) done just the same; winding up in places where you would frequent or around similar jobs as yours. Tangerine always acted very pleasantly surprised to see you, the cocky smirk that lifted his mustache up into a crooked line was ever present as he struck up a conversation or  invited you to dinner with them.

It was like flirting, in a professional way. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it.

And now, you were faced with the reality of being without him.

Ladybug fretted around you as the sound of your grief rattled in and out of your lungs. “Deep breaths, I’m sorry. It’ll be ok—"

But he was interrupted by a young woman’s shouting.

You stood up to see The Prince standing and pointing a gun toward you, she was pretty badly scratched up, bleeding all over. You weren’t paying attention to what she was saying in the slightest, let her yell until she lost her voice, let her shoot you—you hardly cared anymore. A cold fury incased you; she lived through the wreck, she had made it out, but not your Tangerine, not Lemon.

Snarling, you seethed quietly to no one in particular, “Would somebody, please, kill this fuckin’ bitch.” You had half a mind to pick up a piece of metal and do the deed yourself.

But it seemed like the universe was listening this day as a truck slammed into her tiny form, sending her body flying out of sight.

A truck with tangerines on it.

You thought maybe it was a sign from God, but midway through the half-formed thought, out stumbled Lemon. He was laughing like a maniac and shouting something incoherently about a Diesel. He glanced back inside the truck, stepped up the foot rung to reach in and...

Pulled out a battered, worried looking Tangerine.

He was bleeding from the side of his mouth and head, and clung to Lemon, trying to regain his footing as he exited the truck. His dark blue shirt was ripped all over and stained with dirt and blood, but he still somehow managed to look dashing as hell. Both twins looked like they were soaking wet for some reason. Lemon was trying to say something to his brother, but Tangerine immediately stumbled over to the piles of debris and looked around, picking up chairs and tossing them out of his way.

He looked along a line of toppled cars and back to Lemon, who had caught sight of you standing with a star-struck look. Lemon only started to raise a hand to point toward you when Tangerine whirled around, curls bouncing on his head, to meet your eyes.

It certainly was a funny thing, as in that moment every pain in your body ceased to exist; the ringing in your ears was replaced with absolute, blissful silence. Maybe you had been standing there for one minute or several minutes, but you suddenly found your legs were moving with a mind of their own and you were flying toward Tangerine. He ran, half stumbling, toward you as well, meeting you halfway in the middle of the rubble.

Stopping, just beyond an arm’s length away, you both came to a silent halt. Looking at one another as if trying to separate reality from fiction. Tangerine was at a loss for words, on the ride here he had been utterly silent, expecting to find your broken body among the debris. He was so sure that his luck wouldn’t hold out and that you were dead, he didn’t think about what he might say if you were alive.

And Jesus Christ, did he have so many things to say.

But as he stood looking down at you, his words failed him. Completely dumb-struck by your presence. You had been through a fucking train wreck and you had come out the other end looking angelic.

You broke the silence first, pushing him on the chest with two hands. He hardly moved, at most being pushed back a half-step, he didn’t even blink; too shocked to react.

Pointing back at Ladybug with one hand, you shout, your voice straining from holding back emotion and it rises in pitch, “He told me that you threw yourself out of the train after Lemon!”

You raise your hands up in a ‘what the fuck’ kind of motion, struggling to express the words you want to say. Moments ago, you had been thinking of only getting him back, now you wanted to tell him how stupid he had been.

You let the floodgates open, too exhausted to stop yourself; and then you’re shouting, rambling, as tears fill your eyes. “You jumped out of a bullet train—are you serious—how could you be so reckless?! Did it ever cross your gorgeous mind that, oh I don’t know, diving out after your brother wouldn’t actually solve anything?!”

You huffed, angrily swiping a hand across your face to wipe at the stubborn tears that escaped down your cheeks.

“What was I gonna do if you had fucking died? I’d be stuck here, devastated, heart-broken—going up and down the countryside for days—ugly crying the entire time, searching for your bodies! And look at me? Do you think it would have been easy to load you, Mr. Muscles, into my car with Lemon? I’d have to rent a truck—my car can barely fit you both when you’re alive.”

Lemon was trying to conceal his laughter as you stepped closer and pressed an accusing finger into Tangerine’s chest. You could feel his heart pounding under your touch. He just continued to look at you as if you were a figment of his imagination, there was a sort of awe in his eyes that only spurred you on.

“Maybe when I retire I’ll become a nun, because it was only by the will of God that you two made it out safely—and don’t let that go to your head! If I have to watch you do more reckless things because you think you’re invincible, I’m going to need heart medication—"

You’re interrupted by Tangerine rushing forward, taking your head in his hands, and kissing you roughly.

There wasn’t even time to be surprised as sheer relief floods in and you melt into him. Maybe it was the sensation of how warm and real he felt against you or how desperate you’ve been for this, but the tears didn’t stop. They mix into the taste of salt and iron on Tangerine’s lips and to you it’s heaven.

His moustache is rough and scratchy as he pushes his lips to yours, molding against them, pulling needily and threading his fingers through your hair. He pants ‘I’m sorry’, ‘I love you’, and ‘thank God you’re ok’ with hot breaths in between feverish kisses. Your hands find their way up his chest to grip at his wet shirt and pull him closer, returning his words breathlessly while still trying to find a way to keep kissing him.

Lemon walks up as sirens flare in the background, getting louder as they close in. He’s chuckling to himself; through the haze of kissing Tangerine, you thought you might have heard him mumble ‘about bloody time’ before addressing you both.

“Alright love birds, let’s pack it in. We’re gonna have company soon.”

Tangerine’s lips only pulled away from yours enough to hiss out an irritated reply. “Not now, mate.”

Lemon’s responding laugh is good-natured. “Look I know you’ve been wanting this for a while, yeah? But I don’t think it’s really the time.”

Tangerine growls into your mouth, fully intent on letting that be his answer, but you pull away this time; turning his growl into a small whine as he tries to chase your lips. “I have words for you, Lemon.”

The man’s eyes widen and he looks at you incredulously while motioning to the wreckage with a hand. “You what? I didn’t jump—I fell off the fuckin’ train. And all’s well that ends well.”

“Putting yourself in that position to begin with was completely irresponsible."

“Yeah, hindsight is 20/20. Tell me, what was I supposed to do?”

Tangerine’s mustache tickled your skin as he leaned his forehead against your temple. Impatient hands tried to coax your face back to his as he pressed soft, lingering kisses onto your cheek, wiping away any tear tracks and inching his way toward the corner of your mouth. The gentle rumble of his voice in your ear was enough to make your knees weak. “Please, love. You can shout at each other all you want later. For right now… let’s just…”

Coarse fingers pulled your chin toward him, the grumbling reply you had started to aim at Lemon died in your throat as Tangerine’s lips brushed against yours. He hummed contently as you returned the kiss and forgot about the scolding you were going to give his brother.

There was an overly dramatic sigh from Lemon as he dropped his arms to his sides and mumbled something about going and finding a car, but neither you nor Tangerine heard him.

[akutasoda]

Hi! It's nice to meet you, I read though your works for a while now and saw how good they are.

I was wondering if I could request something with the hunting dogs(platonic teruko)

We the reader was there significant other/friend and died right after committing a very violent crime.

So the hunting dogs go on for years thinking that there friend/significant other was a criminal until many years later they find out that the reader died so that they wouldn't get framed with a crime.

So basically the reader died to protect them. And took being framed with a very serious crime so the hunting dogs wouldn't.

Thank you for your time and if this is to big of a request that's okay.

Have a good day!

time's long lost mistake

synopsis - for ages they never understood what drove you to do something that permanently stained your reputation, but they find out that's not the real story

includes - tachihara, jouno, tecchou, teruko

warnings - gn!reader, angst, reader dies, slight hints to blackmail, wc - 1.7k

a/n: hello! its nice to meet you to! no request is to big it just means ill take a bit longer haha - hope your having a nice day aswell!

michizō tachihara ★↷

tachihara had been through quite a bit. despite him being apart of a undercover mission in the port mafia he had never really committed a crime that would make him reap the consequences. but one thing he constantly worried about was that you may be caught up in any crossfire - port mafia or hunting dog.

being associated with both of these meant even more of a risk for you. but you knew what you were getting in to - he had told you many, many times. you had no doubt that you two could make it work and so did he. but now he wishes that maybe you both were a but more cautious.

wether the threat was from his undercover affiliation with the port mafia or because of his title as a hunting dog, you had no idea but one thing was for certain. if you did not take the fall, your lover surely would reap more consequences than you ever could imagine. you were made quite aware to the fact that there was no way out of this and that was fine. your mind was sealed on your decision.

tachihara had never thought something like this would be capable - let alone you but here he was, faced with the news of your untimely demise following the crime that seemed near impossible for someone to commit. he was near outraged, not to you, but to himself for not seeing any signs or letting you do this but now in your final resting you were branded a criminal. and yet he felt deep down as if something was off.

and it seemed his gut feeling was correct. for years he had gone on bearing the news of your demise and some part of him always felt mad when he had heard others talking bad about you and your end. but all of a sudden, like a sudden clarity, he was informed by a conspicuous individual who had presented him with clear as day evidence. evidence that could clear your name.

but now he felt even more outraged, he had let his job affect your life and caused you to die protecting him. he wished dearly that you had talked to him about it and not go along with it immediately to protect him. but it was too late for that now. now all he could do was try and bring peace to your final resting and clear your name.

saigiku jouno ★↷

jouno was always very hesitant to begin a relationship. not that he didn't want to, he loved you dearly and wanted nothing else but to be with you, but because he wanted to be with you that he feared that you would be used against him. being a hunting dog came with risks and the last thing he would want is to put you in danger.

however he eventually became confident enough to begin that relationship. trusting taht you both would be strong enough to protect not only each other but the relationship itself. the risks were well understood and much discussed before and during the relationship, he didn't want it to seem overbearing but he had to get his worries across.

however no amount of warnings could've prepared you for the decision that you were about to make. the decision if either sacrificing yourself or letting not only your liver be framed but the entirety of the hunting dogs. you wished you could've discussed it with him but time was short and you had decided the consequences of letting your liver be framed would be much worse than what you would face.

upon hearing the news, the only way jouno could describe the way he felt was betrayal. betrayal of the fact that he did not believe you could do something like that and betrayal that you had never been honest with him. he became rather quiet after. he was lost in honesty. not only had he lost you but it had left him to question things he normally wouldn't.

for years he had gone on feeling a multitude of emotions and becoming rather reclusive. that was until he was presented with quite the comically suspicious envelope. contents, that upon reading, made him realise that all this time he had doubted you. now he could feel the shame creeping up on him. why did he ever doubt you? of course you wouldn't do something like that.

and in fact he felt sympathy even more, for you. for the fact that he understood the situation you were placed in and no matter how much he wished things went differently he could do nothing to change the past. all he could do was bring peace to your reputation and get revenge in his own personal way.

tecchou suehiro ★↷

tecchou was a firm believer in justice, that was laid in no doubt. however there was one person that could rival his faith in justice. and that person was you, the person who stood by his side thick and thin. the person that understood the risks associated with dating a hunting dog and still chose to be with him. oh he wished he could of made you take back that choice.

the risks that hung over your head were a constant reminder for the reality of who you were dating. but you never minded in the slightest. you loved him and nothing could deter you from being with him. but fate did not see it that way. fate saw it fit to adminish a cruel change.

you had knew all too well the consequences of the action you were about to take. but to you, you hadn't seen it as the matter of the hunting dogs reputation or yours - but more as your beloved boyfriends reputation or yours. and you were more than willing to sacrifice yourself for him. the news had hit him like nothing he had ever felt before. he was in disbelief, how could you do something of that level and let alone die without explaining yourself to him - scratch that, how did he not see this happening.

he went on for years with the restraints your death placed upon him. he was disappointed in himself for not being there to protect you from your fate. constantly questioning the one thing he never even batted an eye at - justice. surely justice ment more than you losing your life for one crime (a rather violent one but that didn't add up for him). and even so he never felt as of he could be mad at you. he could never even dream of being mad at you.

clarity came in the form of a brown, conspicuous envelope that was laid in the middle of his residence with no recollection of how it could've gotten there. engraved upon it read 'justice for your loved one'. did he find it suspicious? yes. did he still open it? yes.

upon reading the contents, he felt as if he had lost control of his body, the envelope and its contents falling with a dull thud as he tried to process the information contained. but, however, it made everything click into place for him. inside contained documents of information passed between you and a classified individual. information that lead to you taking the fall to spare the hunting dogs of being framed for the crime you ultimately were framed with. a crime that no doubt would of lead to the disbanding of the hunting dogs.

justice was cruel. and what was even crueler was the fate of the fact that he bore for these past years. all this time he had been led to believe you truly had committed these crimes of your own volition, that he had doubted your innocence. but now he had learnt the truth and he had two options. to continue on knowing that everyone else hated you for what you did or to spread the truth and avenge your name and bribg peace to your final resting. a final will to justice.

ōkura teruko ★↷

teruko had two people that she truly admired in her life. the commander and you. she truly looked up to you in a way siblings would and you reciprocated the feeling just the same. she never really gave a thought into what being associated with her meant for you, she had occasionally but she had come to the conclusion that the both of you were perfectly strong enough to protect each other.

you however had thought more about the risks, but they quickly were oberlooked. you understood them yes, but the last thing you wanted to do was to just leave teruko. you two had made a silly child like promise to always look out for each other. and sometimes, now, she thought she could've honoured that a bit more.

she spent alot of time blocking out the noise of people telling her what happened or even just talking about it, mind spiralling into thought after thought about what could've driven you to commit such a crime. she lived in denial, no there's no way you could or would do anything like that, is what she told herself over and over again to block out the noises or glaring at those that sttill spoke ill of your name. fellow hunting dogs could only look upon her in pity.

that was until she received a few files. files detailing conversations - more like threats - sent to her that were intercepted by you. she stared at the words in disbelief. you had taken the fall for her, you had prevented her from being framed. but at a cost she didn't seem fit. while it brought her some clarity, knowing that your name could be cleared and hopefully grant you honour in death, she was unhappy that it was because of her that lead you to that fate.

many people tried telling her that it wasn't her fault entirely but she couldn't help but harbour the guilt of knowing that if she had distanced herself from you, you would be alive and well. but the more that she thought about it, the more she started realising that you took her silly idea of being found siblings and forever protecting each other a bit to serious and she admired you for that.

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

I thought of another 1K fic request for you if you have the time. For a while, I've had this missing scene in my head from Calypso's Birthday where Stede is the one who untied Ed from the stretching device he was tied to. Stede undoubtedly heard Ed screaming in pain and from the angle we're shown, he probably couldn't see him that well, if at all, so he had to be worried sick over hearing his love in pain but not being able to see what was happening. I just imagine him rushing over as soon as the situation is under control and untying him and whispering to him and making sure he's okay. Ed probably has a hard time moving at first because his joints were just popped, so maybe he just lays there for a minute while he adjusts and Stede comforts him.

I really enjoyed this one! It works so well with some thoughts I'd had bouncing around about what I wish we'd seen in this episode.

(Always taking prompts for 1k word fics!)

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The world had narrowed down to a singular goal and what Stede had to do to see it through.

There was clarity, in moments like this, and Stede was glad for it. Everything he could see, from the rope around his wrists to the knives within eyeshot, became nothing more or less than potential tools. He was, himself, little more than the need to get to Ed. To touch him and kiss him and make sure he was okay, yes, but at times like these his mind could only hold one thing, and there wasn’t even space to think of what could come after.

Stede wondered if the way Ned had positioned them on deck, so he and Ed couldn’t see each other, was another intentional way of hurting them or if it was just a casual cruelty. Stede didn’t even know what was happening to Ed, how badly he was being hurt and in what way, and if he thought about it for too long he thought he might just go mad with worry.

Time went funny, at moments like these, every second sort of melting into the next. Stede knew he’d dream about it for years, probably - picking out Ed’s cries from the crowd, the little broken noises of pain as he tried to keep himself quiet. A shouted threat at the end of one of Stede’s own yelps. A scream that morphed into a cry of Stede’s name and back again, like Ed just loved Stede so much, trusted him so much, that he was hurting and unconsciously thought of Stede as the person who might be able to make it stop -

He couldn’t even deny it to himself, later. Ned Low’s death warrant was written when he’d mocked and hurt Ed in the cabin; it was sealed with the pain and fear and humiliation of having to listen to Ed be hurt and be powerless to do anything about it or offer comfort.

It was all very clever, slipping his bonds and getting Ned’s crew turned against him, and Stede was sure he’d find time to brag about it later. But the instant tides shifted, it all faded into the background.

Stede’s legs wobbled as he ran to Ed.

“They put you on a fucking rack,” he said indignantly, looking Ed over, checking for blood or bruises.

“Bit medieval, yeah,” Ed agreed. His voice sounded alright; little hoarse, but nothing indicating he was in excessive pain, circumstances considered. “Respect the chutzpah, at least?”

“I do not respect the chutzpah, frankly,” Stede muttered, getting to work on grabbing one of the torturer’s knives and sawing through the bonds on Ed’s wrists. 

“Oh, oh fuck,” Ed groaned, starting to pull his arms back by his side and stopping immediately, his face twisted in pain.

“Are you okay?” Stede laid a gentle hand on Ed’s elbow, and Ed flinched.

“Nothing broken, nothing dislocated.” Ed let his eyes slip closed for just a moment. “I’m alright. I’m okay.”

It sounded like he was trying to convince himself.

“Gonna help you,” Stede said, carefully taking Ed’s forearms in his hands. “On three, okay?”

They moved Ed’s arms back down to his side, Stede guiding them back very slowly, trying to minimize Ed’s pain. As he’d said, it was nothing time and rest wouldn’t fix, but his muscles and joints were incredibly sore and weak, and his arms trembled with exertion as they brought them down.

“More comfortable?” Stede asked, undoing the bonds around his ankles next. “How do you feel?”

“I’m alright.” Ed shifted a bit, grimacing. “Just…hurts.”

He’d lowered his voice to a whisper as he admitted it. Stede rested his hand on Ed’s thigh as he worked, rubbing soothing circles through the leather.

“For a second there, it actually felt really nice,” Ed joked. “Gave my back this satisfying pop like you wouldn’t believe.”

“Oh, I bet.” Stede sat at his side, taking note of how reluctant Ed was to move. “Right now, on my pain scale, I’d say I’m at about…a four. They mostly just poked me and hit me with a stick. Very impermanent.”

He raised his eyebrows, then, in obvious question. He’d shared. It was a safe space to talk about it.

“I’m at…” Ed considered. “Maybe a seven.”

“Oh, Ed.” Very slowly, so Ed had plenty of time to object if he didn’t want it, Stede took Ed’s hand, giving his fingers what he hoped was a comforting squeeze, and with the other he cupped Ed’s cheek. “You poor thing.”

“I’m alright,” Ed mumbled. “Just need to lie still for a bit.”

Stede’s own wrists were red from the chafing of the rope, he’d noticed, and he confirmed grimly that Ed’s looked just as sore and painful. Slowly, being sure not to move too quickly and hurt him, Stede lifted Ed’s hand to his mouth so he could kiss the scrapes on his wrist.

“Thank you,” Ed whispered.

“Of course.” Stede scritched his fingers lightly through Ed’s beard, making him hum happily. “You just take a breather. You’re doing so well. I’m here, now, and you’re safe, and I’m never going to let you get hurt again. I’m with you.”

He hoped Ed heard between the words. I love you, I love you.

Stede held Ed’s hand and kept a soothing hand on his face, smiling down at him as Ed nuzzled his cheek into his palm. Occasionally, he glanced up to supervise how things were going, making a mental checklist of the crew, making sure they were all okay, keeping an eye on Ned Low as his own former crew tied him up.

He ran his thumb gently over Ed’s cheekbone.

The crisis had shifted. Ed was safe and alright, and Stede had a new priority. He watched Ned with narrowed eyes.

Oh, yes. He wasn’t sure how, yet, or exactly when. But he looked at Ned Low and there was one, singular goal in his mind:

Ned Low was a dead man walking.

[lovelyjj]

Jsjdndnddhcudndufjf I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH LIKE AHHHHHHHH YOURE A GENIUS!!!

Can I request a JJ x reader where the reader is comforting him? It can be about anything you want. Maybe he’s feeling insecure about the relationship or his dad did something or maybe oooo maybe she’s been busy studying and hasn’t been able to spend a lot of time with him and hasn’t been texting him much so he starts to think she wants out.

If you can’t I understand :))

thank you angel, sorry this took so long

Reassurance

jj maybank x reader

wc: 1,094

The rain drizzled down near the château. The pitter patter of it hitting the roof could be heard even from the inside.

JJ sat on his bed in his designated room waiting for your arrival.

After about 10 minutes of twiddling his thumbs he herd his phone ringing. When he saw the contact photo he grinned and pushed answer.

"Hello" JJ answered.

"Hi baby" You exclaimed, your voice ringing through his speaker making his heart soar.

"What's Up" JJ asked.

"So I have a bit of bad news. I can't come over today. I have to study. I'm drowning in homework over here."

"Wait really."

"Yes. I'm really sorry" you spoke with remorse.

"It's ok I understand" JJ replied halfheartedly.

"I'll see you sometime soon" you reasoned.

"Yeah alright sounds good." JJ remarked.

"Bye JJ I love you" you say.

"Bye baby, I love you too" JJ speaks ending the call.

JJ sighed. He wasn't gonna lie he was disappointed. He really wanted to see you and cuddle up on this rainy afternoon.

He wasn't mad you blew him off. He really did understand. He was just missing you a lot. He felt saddened by your absence.

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The following day is when JJ decided to text you. Usually when the two of you aren't with each other you text. His phone however has been strangely silent.

JJ: Hey baby. I miss you. Hope your doing well. Would you like to come over tomorrow?

JJ waited and waited and he still received no response. Now JJ was confident and secure in your relationship. However, he was starting to get worried.

You not texting him back made JJ start to feel insecure in your relationship. This almost never happens. It usually would take a lot for JJ to feel this way. However, he started having his doubts pretty early on. It wasn't until the next day that he heard from you.

Y/N: Hey! Sorry i'm just now getting back to you. I had my phone off while I studied. I can come over tomorrow if you want.

JJ: Sounds good.

JJ was glad your finally agreed to coming over. He was just sad he has to wait a whole nother day to see you.

Usually the two of you would text non stop but after JJ sent his last message his phone was dry.

JJ started feeling like you wanted out. That this relationship doesn't mean as much to you as it does to him. He was spiraling and he needed to talk to you to find some sort of clarity. He did not want this relationship to end and the thought of you wanting it to had his heart hurting.

The next day came by slowly for JJ as he anticipated the day he gets to see you. The day came however and JJ was looking forward to talking to with you.

"JJ," you called out to him as you entered the château.

"In here," JJ announced.

You walked into JJs room and smiled.

"Baby! I've missed you," JJ spoke standing up.

You engulfed JJ in a hug and squeezed him.

"I've missed you to."

"It feels like it's been forever," JJ responded breathing in your scent. He snuggled deeper into your neck.

"Hasn't been that long has it" you asked.

JJ released you from the hug but was still holding on to you.

"You know that it's agony being without you right." JJ pressed.

You smiled brightly at him, beaming you brushed your hands up to his biceps and then slid them up to wrap around his neck.

"Really?" you asked in awe of him.

"Baby, you are the love of my life. Being with you is when i'm at my best." JJ concluded.

You reached up and kissed him passionately. Your lips locked together massaging one another.

JJ broke the kiss and placed his hands back on your waist.

"That's why I got so sad when you canceled on me. and then I didn't hear from you for like days on end." JJ frowned.

"I really am sorry I was just really focusing on my schoolwork." You added.

"Heck you got me questioning our relationship." JJ threw his hands up in the air.

You sat down on the edge of his bed, "JJ it had nothing to do with you." you pleaded.

"I thought you wanted out. Like you wanted us to be over." JJ said angrily.

"That's not what I want. I still want to be with you." You argued.

"You have a funny way of showing it." JJ added.

"Listen JJ i'm sorry i've been neglecting you but breaking up is the furthest thing from my mind. Let me reassure you." You begged.

JJ was pacing back and forth in his room as the two of you talked.

"Ok fine reassure me please," JJ begged.

You stood up and cupped his face in your hands causing his pacing to come to a halt.

"JJ Maybank I love you. End of story. I want to be with you until we're old and grey. Your it for me. I promise to be more attentive to your feelings. Please don't ever think I don't care about you because I do with every fiber of my being." Your heart ached at the thought of JJ becoming insecure with your relationship. You wanted him to feel secure and reassured that your not leaving him.

JJ grabbed onto your wrists and nodded. His expression was looking sad but he was just letting your words sink in.

"Baby. I love you. You just scare the shit out of me sometimes." JJ laughed.

You started to smile seeing JJ laugh it was like music to your ears.

"There's that smile I love." You announced.

JJ picked you up by the waist and spun you around. You giggled up in the air and held on to his shoulders.

"Promise this is forever," JJ said as he put you down.

You looked up at him smile gracing your lips and said, "this is forever."

JJ then tackled you to the bed. You launched onto the bed with him on top of you.

After a tickle fight, play fighting and laughing together you both winded down for a movie.

You and JJ were cuddled up together on his bed watching a movie. You were running your fingers through his hair as he laid with his head on your chest.

"You'll stay the night?" JJ asked.

"Of course I will."

JJ smiled and nestled further into you laying contently in your arms.

[idcbabyialreadylostmymind]

Lily of the Valley

Pairing- Tsu'tey x darkfey!reader

Summary- After Tsu'tey injured you in the forest he finds you again and over time after many hangouts he develops feelings.

Request-yes

Tsu'tey crouches behind a tree watching as a strange creature he has never seen before sits in the forest. From where he was all he could see was wings and a pair of horns, his eyes squinted as he pulled his bow back ready to let the arrow free. His fingertips gripped the string once more before he let it go, and then he heard a shriek you turned around touching where the arrow just gashed. His eyes flattened and eyes widened, you weren't an animal creature maybe but an animal never.

Tsu'tey comes from behind the tree and sits the bow down under some leaves. The rustle of the leaves made your body turn around and your eyes widen seeing the person who just injured your wing. You were frightened it was obvious and before he could speak you were up into the air pushing through the pain in your right wing. And he was left crouching on the ground shocked at what he just saw.

The warrior in him told him to go tell the other warriors to track you, maybe even kill you, but there was a strange feeling, a voice that told him to go back and don't tell anyone to wait for you. And he did. He went back to his home and didn't utter a single word about you to anyone. It ate at him, you weren't human though you looked like one, but you weren't wearing one of those masks they need to breathe, and you definitely weren't Na'vi you had wings and horns but you were beautiful.

It had been a few days since the incident and all that was on his mind was you, even when he closed his eyes all he saw was you, the faint vision of your face and all he heard was the flapping of your wings. So for clarity he went out into the forest he walked his way through the steps he took that day. And then he crouched under the very tree he shot from. And then, he saw you.

You lay on the soft green grass, wings and hair sprayed out everywhere, your skin seemed to glisten in the sun as the light reflected it, you had what seemed to be a tight brown dress made of wool that looked perfect on you. And your horns grew from your head; they were black and pointy that twisted upward. He blinked a few times to make sure his eyes didn't deceive him, they weren't. He dipped under the tree branch leaving his arrow strapped to his back not to alarm you.

You hadn't noticed he was there until a leaf crunched him. He silently cursed himself once he saw you shift upward and your eyes widened at the man in front of you. He looked different than yourself, he was blue, stripes along his body, braids, and barely any others on. You shuffled to your feet backing from him. And just as you thought he was going to attack you he put his hands up, mostly because he didn't want to scare you away once more. "I mean no harm." He spoke he didn't know if you knew what he was saying but he hoped.

It was silent as you observed him, before you lifted your right wing, "Then why shoot." You question and his face twists. "I thought you were an animal but now I see you are not you just-" he was cut off. "You thought I was an animal because of how I looked and your first thought was to shoot me, do they not teach you any decency where you come from or is that just you?" You ask him a little mad he shot you. You were right, he shot you without a second thought and that wasn't right.

He brought his hands to his chest, "I am sorry."

You take a deep breath looking him up and down before puffing your chest out and nodding your head. Sitting down at the previous spot you occupied he took this as a notion for him to sit as well.

Once again it was silent. "Name?" Was the only thing you said, first he was confused and then it clicked. "My name is Tsu'tey. Yours?" He asked after answering your question. "Y/N where are you from?" You asked him as a butterfly-like creature landed on you. "I am from the Omaticaya clan." Your eyebrows furrow from his answer. "Where?" You asked once more and he was bewildered at your question. "We once lived in hometree but demons from the sky came and burned it down and now we live in the Hallelujah Mountains." He answered more thoroughly.

"Ah the mountains, it is quite beautiful up there." You say moving the bug from your finger into your palm. "And you? Where are you from?" He asked you and you blew on the bug making it fly away. "Everywhere, I do not have a set home and will probably never." You answer but this confused him more, where was your family? Did you not have one? You saw his confusion and it made you giggle a little bit as if you read his mind.

"I had a family once, when I was very little but one day these people in big machines came and shot my father and then my mother cut their wings off right in front of me and now I live everywhere." You say pointing around the forest but your voice is laced with sadness.

"Sky demons." He said jaw clenching because he knows exactly what it's like to date someone to the demons.

You look at him confused about what demons he talked of.

"Sky demons killed your family." He said even talk of these demons made him angry. You only shake your head as you close your eyes laying in the sun on the grass once more. He stared at you in awe, you had no hint of anger in your face, none of sadness either you were just there being.

You two didn't talk, but he felt like he didn't need to. "Would you like to come back? I am here all the time." You ask him and his ears perk up. "Yes I would like that." And when he left his curiosity was at its peak.

When he entered the mountain he ran past all the people greeting him and immediately went to Mo'at. Tsahik sat down at a table teaching her granddaughter Kiri. She looked up as the warrior busted into her tent. "Ah Tsu'tey have you been injured Kiri what do we do about deep cuts caused by- " being cut off by him he would never normally do this but curiosity got the best of him.

"Actually Mo'at I was wondering if you could help me figure the name out of a certain creature." He began and Mo'at squinted her eyes at the male who had just cut her off, but she shook her head patting the spot next to her. "Kiri can help." She said not giving him time to ask her to leave. "What does the creature look like?" Kiri asked.

"Um they look like sky demons," he began and Mo'at was taken back. "But they do not need those masks to breathe, they are almost our height, just a little shorter, and they have wings, huge wings they use to fly, and horns that come from their hair, and they are beautiful." He remembered every detail of you, every mark of your horns, every feather of your wings, everything.

Kiri looked at her grandmother in confusion, "I haven't heard of any creature like th-"

"Shush child Tsu'tey is talking of a Dark Fey, they were beautiful, graceful but can be dangerous but that is to only those who threaten." Mo'at told the two. But that word 'Were' stuck. "Are they extinct now?" Kiri asked and Tsu'tey straightened his back. This didn't go unnoticed by the older woman but she closed her mouth. "There is no telling but if one comes past us there is no missing that." She said, grabbing a few more herds from her medicine bag.

Tsu'tey stood up. "Thank you." He said tilting his head down, he stalked to his home. You were the last of your kind, and you were all alone.

Tsu'tey would come back to your spot everyday, and those days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months.

And soon he got you to open up to him as you got him to open up to you.

And everyday you spoke with each other, the closer he felt to you to your heart. But he didn't know if you felt the same.

You did, if not more. You felt it ever since you talked for the first time. You felt electrical when he would brush his hand along yours, or when you let him touch your wings for the first time.

It felt as if the stars aligned the first time he saw you. Maybe they did, maybe the great mother put you in his path for a reason, where to be his? He had so many questions as you talked about some adventure you took the other day.

You noticed he wasn't listening to you, you grabbed his tail giving it a tug. He hissed and you only scoffed. Your hand rested on his tail and he felt his body stiffen. "You were not listening." You say removing your hand from his tail finally he could breathe.

"I was listening." He exclaimed.

"Is that so?" You questioned getting up from the grass now shoulder to shoulder with him.

"Yes." He replied toying with some flowers on the ground.

"What did I say last?" He looks at you as you quirk a brow up towards him.

"See you were not listening." You say turning your head to look at the darkening sky. "What are you thinking about, oare." His mind went blank at the term of endearment, moon it meant saying it was because he was the moon to your sun. You had little knowledge of the feelings you caused and this did not help.

"I can not tell you." He says and you only laugh.

"What why?" You are confused on why he couldn't tell you this oh-so important secret.

"Because then you will see me differently, you will not like me anymore!" He declared loudly making you jump.

"No, Tsu'tey te Rongloa Ateyitan tell me now!" You said back just as loud.

This was the first time you've yelled at him. It took him back for a while. And the way you yelled his full name made him feel like he was being scolded by his mother for eating dessert early.

He looked at the ground and he was ashamed of himself, he couldn't tell you that he loves you, or could he.

"How about I tell you a secret I've been keeping and you tell me yours we can do it at the same time." You suggested and his eyes and tail perk up at your suggestion and he shakes his head in agreement. "Okay."

He turned his body as you did yours now he was staring into your eyes, he felt like his soul was sucked in as soon as he looked into your gorgeous eyes. "Okay after I say one we will blurt out what's on our minds okay." You explain and he shakes his head.

"Okay 3-2-1."

"I'm in love with you."

"I'm in love with you."

Your voices mix together as the words leave both of your mouths. Tsu'tey was taken back once more. You loved him?

You smile sitting up on your knees as he was doing. His eyes met yours once more and your smile brought a smile to his as he cupped your face rubbing your cheek before bringing your lips to his you stand on your knees meeting his sitting down height as he holds your waist. The kiss started off slow before it got faster, rougher. He pulled from the kiss first, he touched his kiss bruised lips had that really just happened.

He looks at you once more and your love blown pupils suck him in once more giving you a gentler kiss. You were the one to pull away this time tapping his chest giggling at his eagerness.

"Does this mean I am yours now?" You ask and he smiles cupping your face once more.

"That and so much more." He said.

[waitmyturtles]

THE MORNING AFTER: ONLY FRIENDS, EPISODE 9 EDITION -- SEX, RELIEF, HYPOCRISY, AND A MEDITATION FOR THE HOES

There's a lot to dig into, so let's git it. This episode was more complicated than it actually seemed on the surface -- THANKS, TOP.

@lurkingshan and @respectthepetty came OUTTA the GATES as soon as yesterday's episode dropped, swinging their chanclas at the hypocrisies that larded this episode. Shan read almost every last one of these motherfuckers for filth in her post, naming Atom (there goes my NeoTitle dreams already) for unfairly shaming Boston; Ray, for clearly cheating on Mew; and Sand, for equivocating Ray to Boston -- all while Boston is actually still clearly communicating his preferences to not date, despite people all around him judging him for the sex he has. RTP Senpai points out that Sand is pissed off at Top for stealing Sand's ex-boyfriend -- but that Sand full well knows that while he's sleeping with Ray, Ray was technically still dating Mew. So -- is Sand stealing Mew's boyfriend from Ray? Why, oh yes he is, and Sand ain't holding himself accountable for it, Big Boba Kanaphan Eyes.

Hypocrisy. It was the name of the game of this episode. Or.... was it? It was actually way more complicated than that.

Atom in particular, just like -- where's my chappal -- but let me get back to him in a sec. As the hypocrisies were starting to click in, I saw something else going on in this episode, an opposite to the hypocrisy. I saw some clear revelations, and a learning and leaning into love through the inexperienced eyes of Mew, as compared to the painfully experienced eyes of Yo.

The episode started with Mew waking up at the hostel, unaware of Top's behaviors after Mew passed out at the Halloween party. (Top, by the way, was just -- CHEF'S KISS -- drippingly condescending, hypocritical, and sneaky this episode. Force just laid it awl out. What a performance. More on this in a bit.) Mew parties with Yo, who is like, the friend we need the MOST in this series, and asks her about whether or not he SHOULD like Ray. And Yo has to remind Mew to check himself before he wrecks himself over any sense of obligation he may have to Ray.

Yo's starting to help Mew's thoughts tickle away from obligation to a reality of his heart. At least -- one reality.

I thought of this scene when we went on the camping trip with Sand and Nick, and we had, I think, the best scene in all of Only Friends so far (cc @wen-kexing-apologist and @lurkingshan who were very, VERY right) -- in Sand and Nick clicking into their moment where they're both single, they both real cute, and why don't we see if something's there? Because that happens among friends, sometimes, and if you don't try, you won't know, right? Especially in a queer friend community that will almost always be smaller than a het community, making love that much harder to find. So you might dibble and dabble with your friends here and there.

And they smooched, and they laughed, and they were like, this doesn't work, and they laughed more, and moved on. And they were just so mad cool about it.

The way that this particular line of engagement ended with two pairs -- with Sand and Nick finding clarity, and Ray and Mew together at the social services office and communicating, to confirm that Ray and Mew just would not work together -- was a kind of relief that I haven't experienced in Only Friends yet. The slight lift I got from seeing these considerations and interactions reminded me of how I felt when the tide of trauma began to turn in Bed Friend, where the second act of that series was just trauma pummel after trauma pummel -- how much more could Uea take, I wondered. As we saw, in this episode of Only Friends, clarity roll through SandNick and RayMew, I felt relieved that there was some closure, somewhere, among some of these individuals who had tried, even ever so briefly, to pair up.

But -- this being Only Friends, heh -- it was not only relief that I felt in this episode, but we also still saw a lot of sticky toxicity and hypocritical judgements.

Atom couldn't just leave Boston ALONE. As ever, Boston has communicated to his hook-up that he's not a dating guy, not a relationship guy. And Atom doesn't take the hint.

I love that at this point in the series, at episode 9, we STILL have people judging one-night stands as "awful." What a stark reminder of the ways in which people use judgements against sex to forever condemn those who choose to engage in casual sex.

After episode 6, I wrote a little about the phenomenon of having "feelings" after sex. Many, many people have a biological urge (or even a socially expectant urge) to care/have feelings for for the person they have slept with, whether they had sex after a one-night stand, a friends-with-benefits arrangement, sex in a relationship, etc. Others, like Boston, don't.

Either of these phenomena are okay and utterly normal -- as long as you're accountable to yourself for your feelings, and not placing on anyone else any obligation to respond to those feelings that are only emanating from you, yourself.

In other words: even if Atom had "feelings" for Boston after sex -- what is Boston's responsibility to respond in kind to those feelings?

Boston had the right answer to Atom here. Boston says to Atom: no one (meaning, me, Boston) asked you to care for me. And I'm not here to hold that caring for you. I don't owe you that, Atom. That's not what's assumed when two people have sex as casually as we did.

Compare this to Nick's farewell monologue to Boston (right before Boston is about to have a hook-up, oh my god, Nick). Nick had a thing to say about his feelings ("I like you, Boston, and I am sorry for everything I did, and I am going to move on from you"), he said his piece, and he moved on.

At first, I was CRINGING at what was happening, because I thought Nick would make an embarrassingly grand and dramaaaaatic farewell, of a kind that I saw many of my drunk girlfriends make to their exes at bars when I was in my 20s, all with an intent of making their exes feel guilty for the break-ups that had previously happened.

But Nick, in that moment, actually owned his feelings, despite the timing of the conversation. And we saw Boston respond, ready to approach Nick -- and Nick had bounced and moved on with Daddy Dan, right then and there.

What a MIRROR of behavior between Atom ("Boston, you owe me") and Nick ("I thought about this, and I'm going to end it, for your happiness and for mine"). While Boston and his reputation still remain as a kind of bottom standard for people who want to feel superior when they compare themselves to him (ex: Top, Ray, Sand), Boston himself is direct about his feelings, or lack thereof, and Nick demonstrated that he himself has moved on from equivocating about a feeling of like/love that at least, he thinks, is not there anymore. (Which, from Boston's eyes -- we know now is not the case, as Boston continues to give hints of regret.)

I gotta tell y'all something. I was a party girl, like this group of friends, in my 20s. And I was heavily judged for being a ho. The terms slut, ho, whore -- were all used to describe my behavior in dripping judgement that I wasn't, instead, seeking safe and Puritanical monogamy. I was having fun with and in sex, and I was very heavily judged for it. Maybe, in part, it was because some of my friends had a harder time finding sex? Perhaps. But because sex is so EASY to judge, based on the majority popular judgements against sex -- isn't it easier to roll with the tide, than to think outside of the box and to not judge someone for having casual sex?

While Boston's ho reputation precedes him -- it is a reputation based on an unfair, almost Puritanical judgement against sex, and against people who have sex. (Once again: hello, Khai.) I give major applause to the hoes in this episode of Only Friends. All while people around them are judging sex, and judging people like Boston for having sex: Boston and Nick are not hiding anything -- they are not trying to equivocate away their actions. Their own timing isn't right. Nick knows he's about to go and hit that with a new dude. But they both have clarity about what's happening inside of them at their given moments, and they've become better about communicating what's happening inside of them over the course of the series. It's yet to be seen if the timing will work out for Boston and Nick -- but they're inching towards a clearer line of openness than we've seen in the past.

So. While awwwwlllll of this is going on: Top continues to try to infuse himself in Mew's life. Man. THIS GUY.

Top? Shut the hell up. Condescending foo. And then showing up to invite yourself to accompany Mew's moms? All while Mew doesn't know that you crossed his boundaries the last episode? And that you recorded Ray smooching Sand? Stooping to the very same tactics that got you, Top, caught? AND YOU CALLED A BOOTY CALL? While trying to win back Mew?

And...... amazingly. For Top, it worked. Or at least, it was working for a second. Mew was reconsidering.

To me -- in my opinion -- Top's behavior seems conniving, sniveling, more about winning than about love. But he also knows that he still has a hook in Mew, and was pulling rapidly on the fishing line.

And Mew... Mew began to follow that fishing line again, showing up to Top's building, and hopping into that elevator, with another person that Top had on his hook. And, good lord, now with Mond (MOND!) in the mix, we're going to have ANOTHER dramatic pile-up next week.

God, for me, while there were these notes of relief in this episode, these moments of clarity among people like Sand, Nick, and Boston, I just, like, wanted to tear MY HAIR OUT when I saw Mew and Boeing both approach Top's door at the same time. What the fuck will happen next.

And while Top will try to convince Mew to stay with him, surely, in episode 10 -- Top will also continue to judge Boston to Mew, I am sure. Top will judge Ray. Top will try to "heal" and "protect" and "take care" of Mew.

Top, leveraging judgement against sex by others to build up his own supposed moral and ethical fabric, "taking care" of Mew and leading Mew to think that Top is still a viable candidate for dating -- Cheum even interprets Top's behavior at the Halloween party as "taking care" of Mew -- will it come crumbling down as Boeing the Ex shows up for a little boing-boing?

Dudes, I have no idea, because Top keeps catching breaks! For people at The Top -- that's so often how it works in society, no?

Like I said: this was a hella complicated episode. We have three more to go. This episode captured in a snapshot a group of gloriously imperfect people making equivocating decisions as they bumble along, minute by minute. SandNick and RayMew got CLARITY. Boston got CLARITY on his feelings for Nick. Cheum is getting CLARITY on her association with the hostel. Atom got CLARITY on where Boston stood. I don't know that we have CLARITY on SandRay yet, but.... I dunno, I'll let the capitalists at GMMTV decide that, ha.

Where we don't have clarity is now with Top and Mew, with Top acting clearly duplicitously, and how Mew is going to manage this latest fall-out. I have no idea if Boeing will serve as competition to Mew, if Boeing will be the lug nut in the polycule we're all dying for -- I have no idea. I just know that Top -- who purports himself to be above all moral judgement, winning the hearts and minds of at least two moms from out of town, wtf -- will face yet another challenge in winning Mew's heart that he likely has a stronger chance of winning, due to his station in life. Top was about to come out on Top in this episode, and I wouldn't be surprised if he hangs on for another playoff win next week. We shall see.

I'm tagging the Ephemerality Squad in permanent fury over the permanence of people judging sex, let's go! @ranchthoughts @chickenstrangers @twig-tea @distant-screaming @thatgirl4815 (THATGIRL WITH THE THEORY THAT BOEING MAY NOT BE THE EX THAT TOP AND SAND SHARE, OH SHIT!) @lurkingshan @neuroticbookworm @wen-kexing-apologist @clara-maybe-ontheroad @kayatoasted

[lopposting]

Hello Puppet pals + Romeo fans

would you like a fresh, fun new dose of pain tonight

On Romeo (long post)

So way back in april, in the taiwan event they showed some material from what looks like early builds of the game. this is the still i want to talk about today

It's gepetto (romanized to "zepeto" here) asking if we've "killed the beast".

In the released version, we meet him outside in rosa isabelle street after the KOP fight. It looks as though he's even beside the same lamppost. There's no other similar scene of us meeting gepetto like this, so it's likely referring to the puppet king. (When we meet him on the bridge, he's seen that the donkey has been killed, so we wouldn't need to lie.) but the thing is, this question is a YES OR NO ANSWER, meaning one or the other would be a lie.

So maybe in the early versions of the game it was actually possible align with/spare the puppet king (and by extension romeo) and then lie to Geppetto about it. (I mean, it's possible that it's simply just lying about not killing him to G, and we couldn't spare him to begin with)

I think they realized that they couldn't possibly make such a narratively important boss fight optional and that story-wise it wasn't linear enough to work. The story as a whole is not nearly as effective without his loss.

TLDR: I'm speculating that that image was from an early version of the game, and Romeo could've actually lived but the devs made the hard call against this.

[It's also possible that they just made that image for the purposes of presentation, and that it doesn't mean anything, or that it's another beast entirely.]

But still, somehow it makes it the more tragic. *stares blankly into space.*

(bonus fun notes below)

In this IGN interview before release, Director Choi dropped a big hint about romeo here.

"Yes, this is the king of puppets. And we want to call him a character and not a monster, because he will be the centre of the story. So if you play more and discover more about him, you'll find out more about what he is and who he is."

the puppet king being lampwick was also inadvertently leaked by IGN in this video:

I don't think people unfamiliar with the story would know anything, but pinoheads definitely would've and did recognize what "romeo" alluded to

They kept Romeo's ENTIRE EXISTENCE a secret up until launch. During the roughly two years of promotions before release there was never any mention of Romeo before release. Zip, Nada, so much so that the budding fanbase was starting to assume that he wouldn't even be in the game. NO ONE saw it coming when we found out who exactly we killed. Developers did consider that people who had read the book would catch on to particular things, so, bravo neowiz

And here's the other ingenious thing - they showed us the "Mad Donkey" boss early on in the demo and NOW I'm starting to wonder if this was a deliberate play. Almost everyone assumed this was already the game's iteration of Lampwick, so Romeo came as a surprise, and I think the proceeding story reveals about who the King of Puppets truly was were very effective.

also.. it's extremely cute what they did with the character. Of course, Romeo is the canonical name of Lampwick in Pinocchio, but the name "Romeo" is also probably the most heavily associated with Shakespeare's play Romeo and Juliet (which also takes place in Italy, as does Pinocchio!). And then we meet him in a theatre, and he puts on a play for us before we fight. Romeo supposedly had an affinity for acting, as Carlo did with the piano (I have heard this around on reddit, I don't know where this originates from, please lmk if you've seen these lore items). But most of all, Romeo and Juliet is a deeply remembered tragedy - like Lampwick in collodi's pinocchio. They are two young boys who didn't get away.

(maybe all of this was so obvious to everyone else but i love it still haha)

Fun to revisit this stuff after release with new clarity.

[To Reiterate - All of this is just my speculation]

[azurlily]

Please write more Annie x fem reader

Our Unparalleled Love for You is being discontinued. It didn't get the traction I wanted and some people unfollowed me because of it(someone dmed me). Things like that will only be written upon request. If you're worried just please be upfront about what you want and ask anonymously.

Anyway I'm sorry it's short, I've been in the hospital and the other writers aren't writing on the acc anymore.

Yan!Annie x Colossal Titan!Reader

What happened?

Those words were desperately trying to leave Annie's mouth, but she was failing herself. Beretoldt is dead, and you inherited his titan. The girl whom Annie had saved from titans more times than she saved herself.

Why you?

The idea that someone like you, someone so...human. Normal, kind, willing to save others. How could someone like you be a titan, and the most destructive one at that? How could someone who hid behind Reiner when she(Annie) was mad do this? It doesn't make sense.

When did it all go wrong?

Annie is no idiot, she knows that to an extent, you were acting. You always had that look in your eye, like you knew something was wrong with what you said. You never truly said anything, therefore she never acknowledged it.

Why did you do this?

It was you or Berthold- why did she choose you? Why did she choose a girl she barely knew, when Beretoldt was the one she grew up with? It doesn't make sense, it doesn't add up. Why do you make her smile, why do you make her feel things shes never felt before?

Could it have gone differently?

Annie wanted to tell herself it could have gone differently. The idea that she could have chosen Beretoldt in another universe, it gave her clarity clarity that was stripped away when she saw your face: fear, anger, anguish, and confusion. You didn't get what was going on.

What is doing to herself for you?

Anything; Annie would do anything for you, and no matter what she tries to tell herself, you both know it. The look in her eyes isn't one of anger, she isn't as scared as she's deluding herself to be. No, she's not stupid. One of the thing she prides herself on: she knows what to do. But in that moment, she didn't. She could save herself or save you.

"Trust me."

Annie- despite telling herself differently- will always trust you. Until the day she dies Annie will put her life in your hands. With no regard for her safety, and no idea of what to do. She'd kill them all, just to save you. Armin, Reiner, her father. If it must be done, then so be it. Their just more blood spilled, more stains on the ground.

Monster or not, you'll still love her right?

Of course you would. Annie is risking everything for you, the least you can do is love her unconditionally. No matter what you feel, you know you're indebted to her. No matter how mean she is, no matter how mad she gets, no matter how many she kills. It's in your name, it's for you. You have to accept it, you will accept it right?

It's just a few bugs, why are you so scared to kill them, better yet, why do you help them?

They're not you. Annie doesn't care because they're not you. So why, why do you care about them? Your titan is made for destruction, yet you use it for protection. Not just of yourself or her, for others. Eren. What do you fucking see in a man, what does Eren have that she doesn't? Is it his titan? His power? She'll give it all to you, just stop staring at him. He's a bug. Not a person, not you.

You still wont leave her?

After everything she's done, you're still by her side. Even as she fights for someone she hates, even as she kills her former comrades. You still love her? Well, you're just as fucking crazy as she is.

[cat-mentality]

The downfall of the Federation doesn’t come with explosions.

It doesn’t come with blood and ashes and destruction.

It doesn’t even come from anger.

It’s not rage, it’s not boiling blood and snarling mouths, it’s not swear words in multiple languages, it is not righteous outrage and the need to tear down the ones responsible for your suffering, it’s not carefully crafted plans, it’s not tearing down symbols or making statements, that ultimately makes the Federation falls.

The downfall of the Federation does not come from the Islanders.

Not directly at least, not in the way they all expected it to happen.

The downfall of the Federation is slow.

It starts with a barber shop. 

It starts with giving a name to someone.

It starts with showing someone they could be more than “it.”

The downfall of the Federation starts with kindness.

When an Islander, mad by grief and hatred for the Federation, still gives a name for a worker who has nothing but his job. When his refusal is not met with anger and violence but with understanding and reassurances.

When an offer of something unknown is made.

What is friendship?

Friendship is caring.

Friendship is loving.

Friendship is laughter.

Friendship is a helping hand.

Friendship is not laughing at the unpleasant, back breaking, task of fixing what someone else broke. It’s acknowledging your hard work and praising you for it, is offering help even if said help is meaningless.

Friendship is answering questions with care.

Friendship is seeing someone, acknowledging their existence.

The Federation does not know what friendship is.

Oh they can give you the definition of the world, they can throw the word around as if they know what they are doing- But they don’t, because they don’t understand it.

(Friendship is not something perfect.)

Friendship is kindness.

And kindness spreads. Faster than fire, deeper and hotter than any explosion could dream off.

The workers see the Island.

They are the usually invisible forces building constructions and fixing messes, they are the ones making sure everything is perfect, that everyone is happy, that everything is in order.

But who cares for them?

The man with the wings who casually mentions they are welcome to take some of his avocado toast if they can feel hunger, who tells one of them once, careless like it’s nothing important, that he knows it’s not their fault, that they are not the ones they should blame.

The weird hybrid with the loud laughter who likes to look at them building, who will throw tips sometimes, who is never mean no matter how much he may laugh at them sometimes, what pranks he may play.

The inseparable duo who saw them as individuals before anyone else did, who help rebuild things others have destroyed, who are so clever, so kind, who never target them in their anger.

The kind janitor, who even if he never relaxes around them, if his shoulders are always tense and his eyes track their movements, always greets them, always insists on making small talk even if it means waiting for them to write.

The weird employee who looks like he wants to be anywhere but there, who looks at them like he understands, like he can see what they feel even if they don’t have faces, even if they cannot understand and name those broken parts themselves, who rages at the bear but never at them.

The Islanders as a whole.

The people who love and laugh and cry and suffer everyday in this Island, who in the middle of their worst moments can still find in themselves to show kindness, to propose friendship even if they know it will bring them nothing back.

The downfall of the Federation starts oh so very slowly, so subtly they don’t even realize it’s happening until it’s too late.

It happens with quiet rebellions, it happens when warp plates are left there, when books with important coordinates are dropped, when books with relevant information or warnings are left behind, when a building is built with hidden but there escape routes, when answers are given with as much clarity as they can.

It happens loudly sometimes too. With refusal to cause harm, with questions about why, about how they could do this or that, it comes with helping prisoners escape, it comes with antidotes being stolen and shared with those that deserve.

And when the reset happens, when their minds get scrambled and they go back to being nothing but mindless, faceless workers, it doesn’t matter.

Because time and time again kindness proves itself to be stronger. The Federation can wipe their memories a hundred times, they can do whatever they want to them and their minds, it is fruitless because they cannot stop the Islanders from being kind, from being good.

And it grows, and grows and grows until the Federation devours itself. 

The downfall of the Federation doesn’t come from hate.

It comes from love.

[the-fiction-witch]

Formalities

Media The Queens Gambits

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny X Reader

Rating Flirty Af + Mild Smut

Warnings Drug use

I giggled running after the other girls, I wasn't sure where we were going, or where we were but that sort of thing was par for the course. The other girls ran off without me but I spotted a ladies' room so I ushered myself in and shut the door behind me. I spotted myself in the mirror taking a good look at myself for the first time in ... I wasn't sure how long. 

My white plastic knee-high boots hugged my legs tightly, my tights so ripped and laddered little remained of them, my black sleeveless shift dress tight to my withering body, a white plastic belt around my waist with a round buckle, my little wrist high white gloves, my necklace long gone, earrings too, my make up smudged and muddled into nothing but madness, my hair still stiff half up and half down with my white clip to pin the back. 

In a moment of clarity, I threw away my tights, wiped off my makeup and washed my face with the sink's water and soap, I took my little comb from my white leather clutch bag and fixed what little needed to be repaired on my hair, I dried my face and fixed my smokey eye shadow high to, my two liner lines one at my eyelid the other at the crest of my eye where my eye shadow ended, I added a slight blush to my cheeks and nose tip leaving my freckled exposed, I added mascara to my already fake lashes both top and bottom, and I grabbed my black lipstick so dark and dense as well as my white lip liner, I lined my lips perfectly and then added the lipstick blending the two with my finger to create a sort of gradient to my lips. I spritzed enough of my perfume to drown an elephant and refilled my bag before heading back out following the direction the other girls had gone. 

I soon picked up on the music playing and found myself in an art Deco-style bar, with carpets,  a grey floor with dancing people, and a bar littered with people, I found my way to the floor setting my handbag on the floor to dance around, I found the other girls I had spent my time with even if I didn’t even know their names. They greeted me with a smile and handed me a drink which I quickly had and joined the dance. 

My mind became fuzzy, the vibration of the music through the floor, time seemed to slow, like all that existed in the world was myself and the music as I danced. 

In a moment of clarity, I looked across the bar, as they offered me another drink. 

I saw him across the bar, and sat on one of the stools. He had a pair of black shined shoes, a pair of black jeans tight to his legs, a black t-shirt with some silver chains hung low, a green button down with only two or three of the bottom buttons done up, he had a thick leather trench coat over him and a cowboy hat on the bar beside him, He had fluffy blonde hair and a gracing of facial hair, his brown eyes seeming to linger on me as I danced. I smiled at him as I danced having some more of my drink, He smirked watching me, and taking a drink of his own beer. 

I passed the drink along and continued to dance for a while until I felt a hand across my arm. 

His hand stroked across my arm gently up towards my shoulder so I moved back to press us together. I was utterly lost in the music and movements feeling him grind against my back and I often did it back to him too, his hands often stroked my arms and waist guiding our dance to the music, his jacket gone often the cold of his chains and rings would make me jump a little, I could smell his teakwood scented aftershave, often feel his facial hair tickling against my skin when he would move closer to my exposed neck, I often found my hand moving back to twist my fingers in the locks of his hair. 

“You’re a good dancer.” He whispered in my ear

“I have a good partner” I smirked back just as the bottle found its way to my hand again I went to drink but he grabbed the bottle 

“Don’t.” He warns 

“Why not?”

“It’s not just beer” 

“I know” I giggled

“Don’t.” He warns “I think I’d like to dance with you sober”

“Really?”

“For me baby” he whispered 

I blushed and passed on the bottle without taking a sip continuing to dance getting more intense 

“Good girl” he smirked 

“Can we dance?”

“Of course, we can” 

We danced getting closer and closer his hands wandering up and down my body his fingers gently stroking across my bottom lip 

“You’re beautiful” he cooed 

“I don’t know if you are handsome or not, haven’t looked at you.” 

“Why don’t you?”

“Why should I? We’re just dancing” 

“What if we wanna do more than dance?”

“Boys often don’t wanna do more than dance”

“Who said I was a boy?” He whispered, “What do Men want?”

“Men? Well they often want more than a dance” I smirked as I slowly turned to face him, the boy from the bar but his jacket gone left with his hat and his beer at the bar 

“Hi” 

“Hi” I giggled lazily wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my body tight to his so much I felt the cold sting of his belt through my dress “Handsome” I smiled 

“You flatter me Baby” He smirked wrapping his arms around my waist his hands on the opposite hip guiding me as I danced our grinding only got more intense “I never caught your name?”

“I didn’t throw it.”

“Humm Guess you didn’t” he smirked stroking his hands down my ass

“Who needs the formalities? We're only dancing” I whispered playing with the tiny thin hair on his chin 

“Maybe I think we’ve danced enough” he whispered touching his nose to mine 

“You can never dance enough” I smirked running my hand down his chain and letting my body slip down his by the time my hand met the buttons on his shirt my head was at his belt but he forced me back to his eyes “Will you tell me your name?”

“Why? Do we need the formalities?” he smirked back “Benny. Benny Watts”

“Benny. Benny. Benny” I giggled nuzzling into his neck

“Do I get to know about you?” he whispered pulling us even closer 

“Y/n” 

“Y/n” he smirked “A name as beautiful as the rest of you” He cooed

“You flatter me” I smiled taking his hand and spinning out and he quickly spun me back into his chest 

“Come and stay in my room tonight”

“What?”

“Come up and stay in my hotel room tonight.”

“Oh? And do what?” 

“More than dance baby” he smirked 

“Okay” I smiled

“Yeah?”

“Yeah” I giggled 

“Come on” He smirked we grabbed our stuff and he wrapped his arm around my waist and tugged me through the hotel and up to one of the bedrooms, it was an impressive room and I giggled and collapsed on the bed. “Comfy baby?” he smirked 

“I didn’t know I was in a hotel”

“Didn’t you?” he asked

“No” I giggled

“You do know you in Las Vegas right?”

“Am I?” I giggled “Cosmic” 

“I think you need to get to bed.” he said going through his bag “Here you can borrow my shirt tonight,” he said handing over a shirt from his bag “Get yourself to bed,” 

“Will you come and cuddle?” 

“Absolutely baby” he smirked stripping off and climbing in the bed as I did too “Come on bed”

“Okay” I giggled cuddling up to him and I fell asleep almost immediately. 

[odinsblog]

where OJ Simpson died , what your thoughts on his abuse of his two wives and nicole brown and rod goldman's families , i know every women of color experience domestic violence , i saw black women cheer that oj is dead, has gotten away from murder

I wish I had something more poignant to say, but when I heard about OJ Simpson’s death the only things I thought about were,

1) Nicole Brown Simpson. She was a victim of femicide, and unfortunately,

2) I cannot help but remember how fucking mad white people were. Literally for years afterwards. And I’m not trying to excuse OJ or anything, but I was a kid when all that happened. Like not even a teenager. And I remember being interrogated by my white school mates, and I also remember being treated a lot more harshly than normal by my white teachers (lol, and I can count on one finger the number of Black teachers I had from kindergarten to high school)

For clarity, I dO believe that OJ murdered Nicole and her boyfriend and I am not making excuses for OJ

I just keep thinking about how the L.A. riots happened only two years prior, and how A LOT of the racist cops involved in OJ’s arrest were patently racist — they caught Mark Furman on audio tape freely slinging the n-word, and other (white) cops were totes cool with that

White people were sO fucking angry. Like, not angry because a woman was murdered, but because it was a Black man who murdered her, a literal blonde haired Guinevere

It was the same kind of whitelash that got Emmett Till murdered, and the same kind of white anger that landed the Central Park 5 and countless other Black men in prison. If Nicole was a Black woman (or if OJ was white), I doubt white people would have even taken notice

Again, I’m not caping for OJ Simpson. He definitely murdered Nicole, and there isn’t a poor Black man alive who would have gotten off like OJ did

FWIW, I personally do not know any Black women who cheered at his death, but then again, his death is a non-issue and it hasn’t come up too much (not at all, really) amongst my family and friends, and it’s almost beyond my generation

And I just wanted to add some context for the jury verdict that let him off the hook, because in my experience there’s this unwritten cultural thing in America where, whenever any non-Black person asks a Black person about OJ, they are really just expecting a simple admonition of “bad dark skinned Black man,” without digging any deeper and recognizing context like what had just happened to Rodney King and the L.A. riots —they ask Black people about OJ kind of like how whenever a media pundit “randomly” asks every single Muslim they encounter if they condemn Hamas)

(SN: And even if OJ hadn’t murder anyone, I never liked him ever since I read where he once said, “I’m not Black, I’m OJ” … I genuinely detest other Black people who are so desperate for the white gaze that they hate their own Blackness and would sell out Black people for their own self enrichment)

It’s wild af that every time I’ve heard about his death, it’s like listening to a highlight reel of his career, almost without any mention of Nicole or Ron Goldman’s murders

The United States has a big fucking problem with femicide

And misogyny

And racism

And racialized misogyny

I would say that OJ’s death would be a great opportunity to raise awareness about femicide and domestic violence and intimate partner violence, but America is so blind or indifferent to the role that ingrained racism plays, I wouldn’t trust the disproportionately overwhelmingly white media to not fumble it

Yeah, anyway, I have always believed that if the police hadn’t had such a long ass + well documented history of being abject liars and racists, Nicole might have gotten the justice she deserved

I hope that OJ’s death brings some semblance of peace to the families of Nicole and Ron

[ladykiller-yt]

JUST TO HURT YOU 4

After speaking with Maggie, Nina and Muriel it is now clear to me what I have to do even if it will be very difficult. But I have to do it, I can't put it off any longer. But I'm scared and very scared. I keep thinking about his words, so full of resentment and at the same time full of sadness and then the absurd story of taking other people to bed, Crowley would never do something like that, not to me... at least I hope so. Maybe I should also take into account his possible rejection and I would probably understand it very well but... I don't want it to happen, I don't want it to end between us, I don't want to lose what we have created in 6000 years, all the laughter, the dinners, the smiles , miracles. Because this is ultimately the truth, my truth... I don't want to lose Crowley. Only now do I realize it, only now do I see the reality. Only now do I realize what his words meant that morning in the library. I have to go back to his house and tell him these same words, no hesitation, no shame and no hidden words. Only clarity and sincerity.

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After these careful reflections made while walking throughout the library, sometimes speaking in a loud voice, Aziraphale took courage and left the library to go towards the demon's house, he could also have performed a small miracle to get there as quickly as possible but he decided to walk a little.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, a red-haired demon had woken up from his post-crying sleep, his hair was disheveled and he was half-naked wrapped in black sheets that covered his nakedness. He still felt guilty for the words that had come out of his mouth but he didn't want to think about it, the phrase 'nothing lasts forever' was still clear in his head, what a bad phrase to say and even more so to hear . A beautiful response phrase would have been 'but we do!', this would have been a fabulous catchphrase that, perhaps, would have changed things... or perhaps not. It was too late now.

– –

All this is driving me crazy, it makes me mad and nervous at the same time. It makes me feel frustrated and gives me an indescribable sense of annoyance. I had never felt like this before, not even my fall was so tragic, I had learned to accept it early on, being a fallen angel wasn't that bad, damnation suits me very much. I am free to do what I want to whoever I want and with WHO I want. So why do I feel so damn guilty?! Why don't I feel free to act as I want?! My head is pounding and I want so much to relax and not think about anything. I need time to reflect and think. I don't want humans around me, I don't want angels around me and, in particular, I don't want Aziraphale to be near me, I'm fed up with his bullshit, actions or words. I don't want to deny the fact that I miss that stupid angel, because that would be a lie, but I need some peace of mind right now.

While I reflect to myself, an old acquaintance of mine comes to mind, an old...friendship, if we want to call it that. She would be a great comfort to me at this time.

I take my cell phone from the bedside table and scroll through my address book and after several searches I finally find it among the latest contacts with the letter W. I don't remember why I saved it like that. We haven't spoken to each other for years and I don't even remember when the last time we saw each other was.

I start the call and after a few beeps he finally answers me.

<<Hello, traitor.>>

<<Oh, you know that too, huh?>>

<<Obviously, everyone in hell knows what you did. But you know what, you did well.>>

<<You believe?>>

<<Of course, my dear Crowley. I was tired of always going to war with the forces of Heaven but you and your little friend found a solution that will work for several millennia.>>

<<Yes well... he and I had an argument and now we don't talk to each other anymore. We've done each other wrongs and now we're on the fence with our friendship and I don't know what to do.>>

<<I imagine you want a friend right now and maybe even 'other'.>>

<<You certainly know me well.>>

<<Give me 10 minutes and I'll be at your place. I was taking care of some business in Hell.>>

<<I'll wait for you.>>

Maybe with her I will be able to relax for a few hours.