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tojipie · 1 year

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Please serve us your best dilf toji headcanons I am begging

warnings: nsfw, exhibitionism, anal, alc n weed

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will use little placeholder names for you but gets all flustered when you do it back. he’ll call you things like pretty girl, little girl, sweet girl, etc. but as soon as you start firing back he gets embarrassed

works construction so he exclusively likes to wear a simple black tee and baggy jeans. a lot of the pieces he owns have singe marks and paint stains because he can never remember to put his work clothes in the wash in time :( he likes the look of it though.

doesn’t care that he’s older, like at all. he has an almost sickening amount of confidence in himself and quite honestly loves having a pretty little sweetheart on his arm.

loves cheap beer. always has a couple 6 packs stacked in the garage, and will usually pull you into his lap when you come to bring him one. it happens so often that the two of you now have this inside joke where you bringing him a beer means you’re initiating sex.

little bit of a temper in public but is working on it. is no stranger to road rage or picking fights with other men in public places. he got the two of you banned from ihop after he called one of the managers a cunt 🫡

bad cook! just terrible. it’s literally comical how incapable he is of making the simplest meals. he lived almost exclusively off of takeout before he met you and is still adjusting to eating at home more.

likes to eat out of the pot with u :,) thinks it’s romantic and will use his spoon to feed u bites from time to time.

is the type of smoker to say “i’ll quit when i want to” (he’s not going to quit). he tried shifting over to weed to get the buzz he needs but it fucks with his head before work so he just went back to his cigarettes. prefers marlboro reds! will blow the smoke in your face just to make you mad.

let’s you cut his hair! he thinks you do a better job than a barber ever would. when he needs a trim he’ll touch-up his undercut with an electric razor and have you shorten his fringe for him. you think he looks so cute sitting at the kitchen table with a towel wrapped around his shoulders.

will do different things while he rubs your back just to see your little reactions. he’ll run his nails down your spine, trace shapes into your skin, and give you little pats just to see you melt off to sleep.

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lives for a good blowjob, no matter the place. will ask to get sucked off in the living room, in the drivers seat, on his breaks when you visit him at work. literally no shame when it comes to having his dick in your mouth.

cums fast and cums a lot. pretty fast recovery time and can definitely go multiple rounds. his favorite place to finish is on your face and lower stomach 🫶

wants to do anal but doesn’t really know how to go about bringing it up. the idea first piqued his interest after a friend told him about him and his wife trying it. he’s definitely curious about how tight you’d be around him, and would love to see your little gape :( he’s a sick man

definitely an ass man! lots to do with it, it’s natural that it’d be a favorite of his. loves how easy marks take on the skin there and is likely to leave a couple hickeys while ur doing it.

favorite position is doggy. boring ik :( but it’s a classic to him! he feels most comfortable gripping onto the fat just above your hips and pulling you back into his cock. he’ll either have you face down with a hand to the back of your neck, or use your shoulder as leverage to keep you upright while he pounds into you.

might have a genuine exhibition kink. you cannot visit the airport without going at least a round in the single stall bathroom. if the two of you can find a room with a lock, he’s gonna ask to fuck in it. that’s just how it is and there’s no changing him. had his way with you once in the gym showers, you still don’t know how he successfully snuck you in and out of there.

big on both degradation and praise, he knows how to balance them out well, following every “fucking slut” up with a equally devastating “but you take cock like a champ no?

big dick 🫡 need i elaborate. he likes to press down on your tummy while he fucks you to try and see where his tip is, he thinks it’s fucking hilarious.

#dilf toji #dilf!toji #adah’s asks #fushiguro toji #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji drabbles #toji fluff #adah thoughts #toji fushiguro #toji x reader fluff #toji x reader #toji x fem reader #toji x fem!reader #toji x female reader #toji hcs #toji headcanons

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total-dxmure · 8 months

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ೃ࿔ “INVISIBLE STRING THEORY” MASTERLIST

the marines didn’t ruin ellie. ellie ruined ellie. after being medically discharged she feels lost. being sent to live with joel is more of a last ditch effort to save her and less of a fun reunion for the father-daughter duo. jackson is worlds different than chicago, but the fresh air and sprawling countrysides are a welcome reprieve. ellie finds herself finding comfort in more than just the change in scenery though. after losing your girlfriend due to an accident you feel as though you’ll never find love again- but that was before meeting ellie williams. the two of you figure out that you have more in common than just the fact that she and your girlfriend were both marines though. tethered by some invisible string, the two of you meeting has to be fate. who would have known that you were the golden ticket to ellie’s recovery?

total word count: 13.8k

𖦹 chapter one- grief is a difficult thing for anyone to navigate, but ellie finds it impossible to tread through her bottomless depression. all roads seem to lead to nowhere and everyday is a struggle. after a run in with the law after a ptsd episode, her close friends decide that it's do or die. a quick phone call to joel is all it takes to turn her world upside down. moving back to wyoming is a last ditch effort to save the scarred marine. the woman has no idea what's waiting for her back home. . . or who.

𖦹 chapter two- it's easy to pretend that things are normal when she's with joel. she can put on a brave face. grin and bear it, as they say. your sudden appearance in ellie's life hits her like a battering ram, and she finds it impossible not to be drawn to you. joel lets her know that you are no stranger to loss. the two of you seem to have a lot in common. a lost engagement ring, a smitten ellie and a minor mental breakdown.

𖦹 chapter three- you're tired of waking up in bed cold and alone. abby would have wanted you to find joy again. . . so why can't you? ellie shows up bright and early to help you with your duties on the farm, which is when you realize just how irresistible she is. for the first time in a while you feel comfortable to be yourself around someone, and she feels the exact same way. she shares some hard truths about herself and discovers what was once lost to you.

𖦹 chapter four- to be continued . . .

ೃ࿔ fic "soundtrack"

i fall to pieces - patsy cline

i walk the line - johnny cash

big black car - gregory ivan isakov

blue eyes crying in the rain - willie nelson

streets of laredo - marty robbins

plastic jesus - tia blake

almost gone - my terrible friend

death don’t have no mercy - rev. gary davis

i’m so lonesome i could cry - hank williams

god’s gonna cut you down - johnny cash

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buddierecs · 1 month

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demisexual!eddie diaz buddie fics

all of these are general audience, teen and up or not rated (no smut) make sure to kudos/comment on these amazing works :)

the aftermath of liberation and love confessions by: elvensorceress "in which eddie comes out, sexuality is complicated but coffee is not, buck makes an excessive salad and is also roasted, everyone has a love confession, and december is the most dramatic time of year." word count: 17k important tags: idiots in love, coming out, love confessions, buckley-diaz family, getting together on the road with you, where everything makes sense (series) by: goforeddie "the demisexual eddie díaz series" word count: 17k important tags: getting together, soft!buddie, bisexual!evan buckley, gay!eddie diaz, asexual!eddie diaz eddie vs romance (series) by: allyasavedtheday "eddie diaz vs the great romance paradigm." word count: 27k important tags: character study, therapy, emotional hurt/comfort, falling in love, feelings realisation running out of reasons by: bptlmevyentc "buck ponders all the reasons why he and eddie should never, ever, ever be together." word count: 19k important tags: idiots in love, slow burn, mutual pining 'till our fingers decompose keep my hands in yours by: heartbeatdiaz "five crucial moments in life where buck and eddie hold hands." word count: 6.1k important tags: fluff, light angst, slow dancing, getting together, soft!buddie, mutual pining, coming out i think i've been having revelations (and really weird dreams) by: the11thtardis "buck is no longer with tommy... also he just realized his feelings for eddie might be more than platonic. oh, and eddie is having weird dreams and questioning his life choices, especially when it comes to the women in his life..." word count: 70k important tags: pre-relationship, getting together, jealous!eddie diaz, feelings realisation, gay!eddie diaz forever by: all-or-nothing-baby "buck tries to help eddie with the clasp on his st. christopher chain and eddie promptly loses his mind." word count: 1.5k important tags: soft!buddie, fluff, possessive!eddie diaz, coming out, friends to lovers it's not in the color of my eyes, but in the depths that they hold by: reallysmartladymariecurie "five times that eddie hears of firefighter buckley from the 118 performing dangerous stunts, and the one time that eddie aids him in the process. (with the added bonus of eddie having a full-blown sexuality crisis throughout)" word count: 12k important tags: different first meeting au, 5+1 things, humour, sexuality crisis, angst with a happy ending if i should fall by: elvensorceress "a accident leaves the love of buck's life dying in a hospital, leading him to evaluate the life he has, the life he wants, and where his heart belongs." word count: 23k important tags: angst, near death experiences, minor buck/tommy, getting together, pining, hurt/comfort, injury recovery there's always been a rainbow hangin' over your head by: underhung_aura "eddie comes out to buck, receives a quirky mug, and gets together with the love of his life. in that order." word count: 8.7k important tags: coming out, getting together, love confessions, feeling realisations, soft!buddie, fluff parenthood by: on_mars "eddie comes out to bobby and they have a chat about his feelings for buck" word count: 2k important tags: supportive!bobby nash, idiots in love, mutual pining, love confessions, first kiss 8:53 p.m. on a sunday night by: kingdomclouds "buck acts like christopher's dad and it makes eddie realize a few things." word count: 3.3k important tags: family fluff, angst, soft!buddie, miscommunication, love confession, hurt/comfort, happy ending clear priorities, easy decisions by: eightpackdiaz "bobby's in hospital, eddie's life is a mess, and buck makes his priorities pretty clear to all those around him." word count: 5.3k important tags: boys in love, taking care of each other, hurt!bobby nash, angst, hurt/comfort, love confessions, getting together

#buck x eddie fic #buddie fic #buck x eddie #buddie fics #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie fic rec #911 abc #911 show #911 fandom #buddie 911 #evan buck buckley #fic recommendation #buck x eddie fanfics #buddie recs #buddie fanfic #buddie recommendations

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tagedeszorns · 19 days

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I haven't posted in a month.

Thing is, I'm really fucking sick. Never felt closer to Fabius than with this diagnosis.

It's no easy feat coming to terms with such a big thing and keeping my shit together ate all my energy and left me with no desire to be creative at all. No drawing, no writing, no minipainting. My diorama for this year's Armies on Parade sits unfinished and most likely will remain that way.

I'll get a really hardcore treatment sometime around October/November/December and even if it goes well I don't think I'll have enough energy for a while for my hobbies. This sucks major camel dong. But if it goes well I'll be on my road to recovery and maybe this time next year all will be a horrifying story to tell and that's that.

We'll see!

Fuck the Blight.

"Never take gifts from monsters"

#warhammer #emperor's children #Fabius Bile #Personal stuff

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madarasgirl · 4 months

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His Immortal

Permission to use art from the INCREDIBLY talented @vanerchest. Feeling very honoured! I think about this piece often whenever I write Alucard angst.

C/W: Alucard (Ultimate) x senior!Reader, angst, on death and dying, hospital setting, hurt/no comfort, shadow writing. Inspired by the legendary song "My Immortal" by Evanescence Words: 998

You supposed you were the one who was selfish for choosing this mortal fate and leaving your greatest love behind.

Did you regret this path? Sometimes you thought perhaps you did. There would have been tons to gain by becoming an ageless vampire at his side, and on occasion, you used to speculate 'what if?'

It didn't matter. It was far too late to backtrack anyways, and it would be an insult to do so, after living such a beautiful, full lifetime spent with Alucard, teeming with precious memories and magical experiences. He aged with you through the decades –at least he made it so his appearance did.

But as with all mortals who lived long enough, you too eventually grew very old, frail, and sick. Your body betrayed you and no longer belonged to you. It didn't obey when you wanted to walk, speak, eat, or even breathe.

So here you lay in a hospital bed, intubated and sedated, machines replacing the function of vital organs while multiple drugs dripped nonstop to hold you captive in this realm. What a sight you made, with tubes protruding from every corner on your skeletal form.

Your body may have failed, but fortunately you never developed dementia. Your mental faculties were as crisp as the night you met so long ago. A piece of you was still buried within, floating from above and somehow aware of the happenings around you in your comatose state.

The various alarms and buzzing were only background noises by now, and there was little commotion this time as well, but you felt a sense of relief. Sighing inwardly, you wished Alu would leave your side for a moment so you could just die already, though you knew that was an empty hope. The vampire had not parted from the bedside your entire stay.

Was he scaring the nurses by crying again? You hoped he'd remember to make them forget this time. And not to terrorize the staff and force them to do whatever it took anymore. You recalled the time you surfaced with another set of thick tubes in your neck and groin, and how painful they were. How frightening it was.

"You must live," he whispered to you at night at first. For his sake. So you did, trapped in the confines of your weathered shell, you continued to exist for him, slowly spiralling downhill until now.

With any other man, you'd be helpless to communicate in your vegetative state, but Alucard had never been as mediocre as 'normal.' So you begged him through telepathy. After all these years, reaching for his mind was as easy as sifting through your own thoughts, as natural as breathing (well, back when you were still able to do so independently). You implored him again to let you go. You were terminal and old, with no hope for recovery or any good prognosis. Being connected to every form of life support was not life, just a sad fate that prolonged your suffering and delayed your inevitable expiration.

Long ago, he promised not to let you suffer.

Alu, please don't make them bring me back again when my heart stops.

The weary, congested muscle thudded weakly towards failure. You were already dead in every way except you still possessed vital signs. The numbers were just evidence of the drugs, transfusions, and machines at work though.

The irony wasn't lost on you. At the end of the road, after declining his many offers to turn you when you were a maiden, you were finally just like Alucard, the living dead. You'd laugh if you could.

...More than anything, you didn't want him to see you like this, a husk of the vibrant woman you once were when you fell for each other. The unlikely circumstances of your meeting and scenes from your life flashed by in an instant. The vampire would tell you throughout the decades, when he'd get in one of his romantic moods, that you'd always be his sprightly young woman no matter your age. He actually only told you again yesterday. Or was it last week?

How long have you been laying here?

The mind's eye saw his seated figure clearly and smiled. Actually, your tired mind pondered, you certainly did not regret a moment of your life with Alucard. He was the perfect partner and his unchecked devotion never gave you a reason to regret choosing him. Your lifespan was too short for that, he used to tell you.

But you regretted leaving him behind to be alone once more.

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Your heart stopped. And he loved you enough to let you go.

You were free.

Your spirit lifted from the prison of your flesh and you soared, wrapping around your love with your incorporeal form, sinking into him and caressing the unbeating heart that had ever belonged to you. This time, you wiped away the blood tears that fell.

You quivered.

Liberated from the pains and illnesses of advanced age, it was as if you'd become new and for the first time ever, like the fog lifted and you could finally see with clarity. Your non-existent chest tightened at the sight of your love crushed by your death, looking utterly devastated and lost. There was no sobbing or outward breakdown, but you knew his expressions well.

Nebulous fingers smoothed over inky black locks while you cradled his cheek. Glistening eyes the colour of polished rubies stared blankly at your lifeless corpse, your chest still rising and falling mechanically before the ventilator was turned off. He could not feel your soothing touch anymore and it broke you.

...

You will watch over your vampire from above and wait for him for the rest of your eternity, until he returned to dust and was no more. Then you'd meet him wherever he ended up. Just as he was, you were bound by the life you left behind.

And even if he was unaware, he still had all of you.

~End~

(For more angsty romance, check out my one-shot “Without You” on AO3. Warning: Smut abounds in that one. It is about the occasion when Reader chooses to remain human for her remaining days with Alucard. You will find similar themes to this short scene)

#alucard hellsing #alucard x reader #alucard x you #alucard fanfiction #vampire x human #angst #Actually I'd rather die of old age in my sleep #In bed with Alucard and not a living corpse in a hospital #But mentally I needed to write this piece for myself #Reader is more likely to be very puffy and edematous based on her medical status and elderly comorbidities #But I used “skeletal” instead for the effect #tw death #monster lover

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lost-rxverie · 6 months

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march recap

this month held a lot of milestones for me. i was accepted into a summer research program, attended my first academic conference, and after a year of health issues and time off i finally finished my first year at college.

it hasn't been easy - i'm still often reminded of how things were pre-covid and all of the stuff that's harder now than it was then - but i finally feel like i'm on the road to recovery.

i never thought i'd be this excited about officially being a sophomore, but here we are <3

#i took so many pictures of my laptop this month oops #studyspo #studyblr

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hlficlibrary · 11 days

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Remember to leave kudos and a comment on the fics you enjoyed to show your appreciation! You can find the library's other recs here.

🍊 Own the Scars by @crinkle-eyed-boo {E, 144k}

“But I don’t belong here,” Louis insists.“Why do you say that?” James asks.“These people are all drug addicts and alcoholics,” Louis shrugs.Something sparks in James’ eyes.“And you’re not?”

Louis has never felt like he was good enough: for his stepdad, for his life-long best friend, for the life he's supposed to want. After an accident that nearly costs him his life, Louis' parents send him to rehab where he’s forced to face his demons. On the long and difficult road to recovery, Louis must confront the truths he’s been avoiding about his future, his relationships, and his sense of self-worth. Because before he can love anyone else, he’s got to learn how to love himself first.

🍊 California Sold by @isthatyoularry {M, 123k}

Notoriously closeted boyband member Harry Styles is famous on a global scale, meanwhile Louis, as his best friend, is back home in Manchester, living the typical life of a 24 year old. When Harry needs Louis with him in LA, a publicity stunt gone wrong changes their friendship forever.

A fake-relationship AU between two lifelong best friends.

🍊 I'll Fly Away by @juliusschmidt {E, 122k}

Harry and Louis grew up together in Lake County, Harry with his mom and stepdad in a tiny cottage on Edward’s Lake and Louis in his family’s farmhouse a few minutes down the road. But after high school, Louis stuck around and Harry did not; Harry went to Chicago where he found a boyfriend and couple of college degrees. Six years later, Harry ends up back in Edwardsville for the summer and he and Louis fall into old patterns and discover new ones.

ft. One Direction, the local boyband; Horan’s Bar and Grill; families, most especially children and babies; Officer Liam Payne; many local festivals and fireworks displays; and Anne Cox, PFLAG President.

🍊 Heading for Limbo by @kingsofeverything {E, 100k}

Childhood best friends who’ve fallen in and out of touch with each other since Louis’ family moved away when they were thirteen, Harry and Louis find their paths crossing again and again. Each time, no matter how many miles apart or how many years it’s been, it’s as if no time has passed. They fall back into their easy friendship, until life intervenes and sends them on their separate ways once more.

When Harry discovers some life-changing things about himself, Louis is there for him, however he needs. But it’s all temporary because Louis has plans that will move his life from New York all the way to L.A. and the distance isn’t the only thing between them.

The pieces of their twice broken hearts are scattered from the Atlantic to the Pacific.

🍊 When the Lights Go Out by thelarenttrap / @antidotetogo {E, 79k}

“Louis, what do you have to say about how last week ended?” the reporter asks. There’s a moment of silence. Harry is looking at the reporter, but eventually gives in and looks down the table at Louis. He’s looking straight ahead, as if Harry isn’t even in the room. “If you can’t take the heat, then get out of the kitchen.” Harry leans forwards, placing his arms on the table and leaning onto them to get as close to his microphone as he can while looking at Louis. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” Louis turns to him, his icy blue eyes meeting Harry's. “Driving is your fuckin’ job, act like it.”

In its near eighty years of existence, Formula 1 has never had an out gay driver. In 2017, Harry Styles signs a contract with Scuderia AlphaTauri alongside his childhood friend and competitor, Louis Tomlinson. The next decade of their careers is some of the most tumultuous press--on and off the track--Formula 1 has ever seen.

aka the one where Louis and Harry are childhood friends to enemies to lovers over the course of 15 ish years.

🍊 Bottom of the Tenth (series) by kikikryslee / @flamboyantommo {M, 60k}

As Harry stood there, the other man turned around, and he knew he was correct in who he thought it was. “Louis?” he asked, still not quite believing it. Louis blinked. “Harry? Wh– what are you doing here?” “I work here,” Harry said. “What are you doing here?” “Um, I’m picking up my brother. The nurse called and said he was sick.” Harry felt like he was going to be sick. “Wait, Ernest is your brother? Since when do you have a brother?” “Since about seven years ago, I guess. Wait, how do you know Ernest?” “I’m his teacher.” “You’re his what?” Louis exclaimed. Harry gulped. This was going to be a long year.

Or, the AU where Louis and Harry were best friends growing up, but lost touch after Harry moved away. Ten years later, Harry has moved back to town, but he and Louis don't pick up where they left off.

🍊 Never Let Me Go by loveisalaserquest17 {E, 55k}

“Harry! I’ll tell you what,” Louis exclaims, clapping his hands together. There’s a big grin on his face. “If both of us are still single by your thirtieth birthday, we’ll marry each other.”Harry’s head snaps up, eyes widening. “What?”

Harry and Louis have been friends forever, but they couldn't be more different. One night, with a little too much alcohol, they make a pact to marry in ten years if they're both still single. Now, one month before the deadline, Louis is willing to do whatever it takes to avoid ending up with his best friend. But is he, really? | Loosely inspired by The 10 Year Plan

🍊 Faking It by TheCellarDoor / @donotdialnine {M, 46k}

A uni AU in which Louis has been Harry’s best friend since he offered him cubed fruit on the playground, and they spend more time cuddling in their dorm beds than they do apart, but it’s not like that. Or is it?

Aka Harry pretends to date his best friend to escape unwanted attention from a too insistent classmate and hopes it won’t blow up in his face. Featuring embarrassing dildo accidents, awkward boners, longing, first times, late night conversations, emotional discoveries and Niall as the exasperated friend with bad advice.

🍊 it always leads to you (in my hometown) by @insightfulinsomniac {E, 40k}

Doncaster hasn’t changed much since Harry left it nine years ago to chase his dreams in LA. Harry, on the other hand, has changed a lot.

Except for one thing — he’s still desperately in love with his childhood best friend and first boyfriend, Louis Tomlinson. Who he hasn’t spoken to for the same nine long years.

A holiday story of returning home — not just to a place, but also to a person. ‘tis the damn season and This Love inspired AU.

🍊 Canyon Moon by delsicle / @eeveedel {E, 40k}

For as long as Louis has remembered, he has been promised to be mated to Harry, his best friend and the future pack alpha. But Louis’s heart belonged to the forest and to the hunt more than he could ever imagine it belonging to Harry.

Then Harry’s father dies in a violent accident, and Louis’s future alpha disappears on the wind.

An A/B/O Lion King AU

🍊 Snow In Love by @lululawrence {NR, 33k}

Harry and Louis are best friends and have been for basically as long as they can remember. For the first time since middle school, they are both single for the holidays leaving them with the brilliant idea to take each other as their dates to work events. To make things easier they will pretend like they’re dating. But then they learn something funny.

People thought they were already dating. Weird.

An advent fic featuring childhood friends, fake dating turned actual dating, really horrible secret keeping, and a winter weather surprise.

🍊 Oh, We're In Love, Aren't We? by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings {M, 30k}

After sixteen wonderful years of friendship, it's hard to imagine any grand (and usually dumb) plans they haven't had or some type of mischief they haven't gotten into together. But, when Harry suddenly finds himself without a fiance and Louis just wants to help him feel okay again, they realize falling in love is one thing they haven't done, and that's about to change.

🍊 Forever Never Comes by Larry_you_know / @larryyouknow {M, 25k}

Victorian au, where Harry Styles, the youngest son of the Duke of Sutherland, was always a little in love with his childhood friend Louis Tomlinson, the young Earl of Doncaster, though he would never have told him in a million years. Especially since Louis never showed him any signs of romantic affection. But now Louis has invited him (and his sister Gemma) to London, and many things may not be as they have seemed.

🍊 I Wanna Be More Than Friends by @2tiedships2 {NR, 20k}

He hadn't meant to scent Harry. They were best friends and that was it. Scenting best friends wasn't exactly socially acceptable.

"Lou," Harry whispered.

Louis jumped at his name and sat up straighter to provide a bit of distance between himself and Harry.

"You can't scent me, Lou," Harry stated.

Which of course Louis couldn't scent him. They were best friends.

"I mean," Harry continued. "I wouldn't mind exactly, but if I can't scent you, I don't think you should scent me."

"What do you mean you can't scent me? I mean, I get it because we're best friends but..."

"I mean I can't smell you, Louis. I fucking can't smell you. I can't smell anything, okay?"

Or the one where Harry’s an alpha with no sense of smell, Louis’ an omega who isn’t allowed to scent his best friend, and that’s all they’ll ever be. Obviously.

🍊 threadbare by kiwikero / @icanhazzalou {M, 20k}

Harry Styles was eight years old when Louis Tomlinson kept him from falling into a machine in a Manchester textile mill.

He was 18 years old when nothing, not even the threat of death, could keep Harry from falling in love with Louis.

🍊 Restless Lane by @jaerie {E, 14k}

Louis had grown used to his boring life back in Mississippi as a stand-in father figure to his siblings. He never expected his childhood friend to show up on his lawn with the heat of summer or that he would remind Louis how much of himself he'd tucked away and neglected. He also never expected to find himself caught up in a tangled web of feelings or secrets that just might break him. Maybe he had never known Harry at all.

🍊 you and I love like it's a secret by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed {T, 4k}

Louis swallows, looking at Harry, who grins at him as though nothing’s wrong. He’s leaning against the door of a wardrobe, his long hair having lost some of its curls due to the amount of times he’s run his fingers through it. Louis is still where he was the moment the door got closed behind them, all but pressed up against the wood, trying to keep as much distance between him and Harry as possible.

His heart stutters in his chest as he looks up at his best friend. He’s known Harry since he was barely out of diapers, and Harry gets him in a way that few people ever have – or have tried to. He knows him, to the point where sometimes Louis worries that he’s able to read his mind.

Or: It's Seven minutes in Heaven, but Louis sort of feels like he's ended up in Hell instead when he's forced into a small bedroom with his childhood best friend slash long time crush.

🍊 All The Way Home I'll Be Warm by @justanothershadeofblue {T, 2k}

Harry & Louis jokingly send out holiday cards together as friends, and now everyone is congratulating them for finally getting together. A 5+1 fic, for Christmas.

🍊 What’s in a Name by @hellolovers13 {T, 2k}

Louis had always known Harry was his soulmate.

The name on his arm disagreed.

But what did his soulmark know about true love anyway.

🍊 captivity by momentofclarity / @gaycousinlarry {G, 1k}

you get to a point in life when your secrets aren't as holy as they once were.

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leveloneandup · 3 months

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Christen Press on returning to soccer following ACL tear, season three of The RE—CAP podcast

Christen Press, the all-time leading goal scorer in Stanford history, has starred for club and country since graduating in 2010. With the USWNT, she has won two World Cups and scored 64 international goals. Press has played overseas professionally, including a stint at Manchester United, as well as in the NWSL with the Chicago Red Stars, Utah Royals and currently with Angel City FC.

After tearing her ACL in June 2022, Press required four surgeries and an arduous recovery. She returned to her first training session on Tuesday, after which she spoke to SBJ about her rehab and the new season of her podcast. Along with Tobin Heath, Megan Rapinoe and Meghan Klingenberg, Press founded a media and lifestyle brand called RE—INC in 2019. She and Heath are the co-hosts of the RE—CAP podcast, which returns for its third season on Thursday. The first episode includes appearances by USWNT legend Abby Wambach and author and podcast host Glennon Doyle.

On returning to the pitch . . .

I am currently in the car driving home from my first training. I would say the road to recovery happens very slow, and then yet it happens all at once. I have been back in the team environment for almost four months. So it's been a long time that I've been integrated into the environment, and it took four months for me to get ready to be in a warmup and a passing pattern — really simple, basic stuff. And I felt very ready for it. I felt almost underwhelmed by how easy it was because I've done a lot more complicated things, and yet it was also entirely overwhelming and joyful to be so connected to my teammates and be celebrated in the way that I have been these last two days.

I'm very grateful for that. They say it's the hope that kills you, and as I drive home, I just have this big smile on my face because I can't help it. I can't help hoping. I can't help believing that I'm going to make it back, and it's going to be everything that I see in my head. I'm relentlessly optimistic, I'm naively positive, and I like that about myself, and I'm not I don't intend to change it. I think the way that it left me feeling was just like, yes, I can do this.

On monitoring her rehab . . .

I'm a person of devices, so I have quite a toolkit, I'd say, of ways that we're tracking and measuring. The truth is we're really still working through issues with my knee, and I have chronic scarring of the knee, so I can experience some discomfort and some swelling that could lead to more scarring, which is incredibly rare, because most people don't scar after a couple months after their surgery. I'm now over nine months for my surgery and still at risk of scarring. So it just means that I have to try very carefully with how much impact my knee can take.

We're being careful, but we're progressing. In terms of my overall fitness, what my GPS has said is that I've got to like 60% of a match load, which is all that I really need to get in terms of volume. And yet, in the warmup and the passing pattern today, it felt like I played a 90-minute game. I was so fatigued. There's training, and then there’s really training. There's no way to get fit for football, except for playing football. And I've done a ton of running, I've done a ton of lifting, and now it's time to play.

On how deep she gets into data . . .

My performance staff would laugh because they said they've never worked with a player that cares so much. So right now, I wear a Polar Watch that I was given in like 2015 from the national team. It's just old school. And I wear my Apple Watch, which is connected to my GPS so I can see all my data live, from heart rate to distance to speed to all that. And then I do sleep with an Oura ring — although I'm not endorsing any of these products, I'm not connected to any of these products — but I do sleep with an Oura ring and track my sleep and my stress levels.

On season three of the podcast . . .

Our show really is about authenticity, and it's about creating a more inclusive space for sports and including diversity of perspective. And so that means we have hard conversations, and we have honest conversations and we have vulnerable conversations, and we have a lot of fun — the same spirit and joy that you saw last year during the World Cup edition of the show. We're back, and we're bigger than ever.

On the origin of the creating the podcast . . .

I never thought I would be in media. I think that's even more true of Tobin. There's two typical paths for athletes after soccer, and it’s coaching and broadcast. ‘So Christen, do you want to be a coach?’ ‘No.’ ‘So Christen, then you must want to be a broadcaster? I was like, ‘No.’

That's an interesting part of the story, but first and foremost, we decided to launch this show as current and active players, and that's unique and different. It's not really a stepping-back-from-soccer thing. It's current players trading stories and having a little bit more space to dictate the narrative.

And then secondly, we really approach this as business leaders. This is our business, this is our company. We are a 3C company: content, community and commerce. The most amazing thing about women's sports is the community, and we're trying to build the coolest women's sports community in the world in our membership, and we're feeding that with amazing content.

And I think because we have such an authentic and vulnerable relationship with our audience that we've developed over the last five years that we've been building this business, it made sense for Tobin and I to be our first piece of content that was really more large scale and more widely accessible. But the plan will be to find like-minded people that sit at the intersection of sports, progress and equity, to continue to hear stories from an insider's perspective. It really disrupts the industry in that way.

On topics they plan to cover in season three . . .

We're going to be talking about women's health, particularly in sport, which is obviously a really hot topic, and representation in sport — how we make it more diverse and equitable for more people, be it across the gender spectrum, the orientation spectrum, across different races and classes. I think that's incredibly important. Soccer in America is an upper-middle class sport, and almost everywhere else in the world, it's a very accessible sport that's found on the street. That's really the spirit of football, so that's really important to us.

On the role of athletes as activists . . .

The interesting thing about the community that surrounds women's sports in particular is they care about a lot more than the sports, and the values transcend beyond the pitch. And that's about diversity, inclusion, progress. And I think that's just inherent because it is disruptive in itself to see women embodied, powerful, unapologetic and also very celebrated the way that you do in the professional sports world today. The people that it's drawing in are the same people that want to march, and they want to create change and they want to stand up for what they believe in.

It's so embodied in the Angel City culture. The professional team that I play for has just nailed it. And when you're in the stadium, it's electric, and win or lose, it's a different type of vibe than any other sports arena I've been in because there's a connection point for all of the audience. They care about more than the X's and O's. They care about what we represent to them, the progress and the opportunity that we as women athletes represent.

On the versatility of women athletes . . .

It's always been that way in women's sports, and it's just becoming more popularized. I think the expectation is that we would always be multifaceted as women and expected to do multiple jobs in multiple roles, if we were going to have careers. And so it really did take to me and my personality to be a player and also be a leader off the field, on the US women’s national team, going through the Equal Pay lawsuit, going through the reestablishment of our players association.

For me, it was such a balancing sense of purpose that I continue to create space in my life for that, and I think that's what we've done with our business, RE—INC. RE—INC is reimagined, incorporated. We set out, in 2019 when we started this company, to reimagine the status quo, to reimagine the way women are seen and experienced in sports. And it's a very bold and ambitious goal, and we do it in a multifaceted way. And I'm really, really proud of that.

#christen press #angel city fc #article #interview

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thekingofwinterblog · 10 months

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Franken Stein - Anime Vs Manga - Foils

As I've noted before, one of the more facinating things about comparing the later Soul Eater Anime vs the later Manga part is seeing and comparing the ways characters and themes follow similar lines, sometimes with wildly different outcomes, or quality of execution.

And one of the more interesting examples of this is how each incarnation handles Dr Franken Stein's descent into madness, and ultimately rejecting the abyss in it's own ways.

Both rely heavily on foils and contrasts, with the Anime using Stein's lovelife by contrasting his feelings for Marie Mjolnir with his deeply unhealthy attraction to Medusa, while the Manga uses the character of Justin Law to showcase why Stein ultimately rejected total madness.

Both have the same themes, but uses wildly different means to tell their story.

The anime's biggest difference here is that it actually has Stein fall to madness, while in the manga despite all temptations, and just how close he dances at the endge he never falls in.

This by it's very nature changes Stein's story to one of recovery, rather than temptation.

Because Anime Stein gives in, and the anime is not shy about illustrating just what a terrible choice doing so is.

The anime is also different in that it very much builds upon already established character and storylines in order to tell it's tale.

The anime takes the plotpoint of Crona betraying Stein to Medusa, and uses it as a springboard to further both Marie and Crona's characters as they deal with the aftermath of that choice.

This ultimately would likely not have happened if Crona had not fallen back into obeying Medusa again, and so Thematically, Crona's fate and redepmtion is tied to Stein's.

And while Crona is deeply, deeply regretful, Marie loves Stein and so deeply, deeply angry at both Crona and Medusa, while also wanting to reacue Stein.

However, this is just one side of the story, because Stein's actual fall is also rooted in the other character motivation that this direction uses to tell this tale.

And that is Medusa and her genuine, and toxic attraction to Stein.

Stein and Medusa ultimately are very similar people, both love taking things apary, both love chaos, and both are brilliant minds.

Their attraction to each others qualities are genuine... But that is all it is. Attraction. There is no love involved here, as neither actually cares about the other as a person.

These two only compliments the other in that they bring out the absolute worst aspects about the other. It is a relationship built on perverse attraction to their love for destrution and hedonism, very much a mirrior to Maka and Crona, who ends up being very important to this section of the story.

It is also a relationship built upon being the easy road. Whereas all the healthy relationships in the series are built around having to take the hard road with your loved ones, even when it hurts, medusa represents Stein just giving in to his madness, to jump off the abyss because he sees something destructive, tempting and interesting there.

Medusa additionally takes this a step into even further depravity by adding body possession into the mix, adding a third party into this mess, one withouth any capacity for concent... Which is made even worse by the fact that the person in question is a child.

Watching medusa and how much joy she takes in having twisted Stein to her will, it is crystal clear that she not only understands just how fucked up this entire thing is, but she REVELS in it.

It is frankly one of the most disturbing things in shonen anime and manga fiction period, and though thankfully it does not go all the way to the logical and disguisting endpoint, it still leaves the viewer both disguisted, disturbed and impressed just how EVIL Medusa really is.

And on the opposite end of the spectrum, we have Marie Mjolnir.

Whereas Medusa represents everything wrong about Stein's personality, Marie represents the opposite.

She represents Stein's caring side, his loyalty to his side and students, the man who was brave enough to stand alone against Medusa to buy his students time.

Hers and Stein's relationahip was one of genuine love, and understanding, not simply built on nothing but attraction and shared similarities.

Quite the the opposite, Stein and Marie could not be more different... And yet they love each other anyway.

I'll also note that the Anime portrays Marie and Stein's relationship in a different light than the manga does. In the manga, the entire point is to hammer in just how unlikely that these two people could ever fall for the other, while the Anime has the same premise but focuses on something else, namely how well this fits into Soul Eater's themes of different people coming together despite all their many, many differences.

When Stein ultimately makes the choice to go back to Marie, it doesnt feel like it's an unlikely choice, but instead one feels that it's the right one. It feels natural, that these two souls that fell away from each other once more found the other.

They are different people... But so what? They both have the bravery to gice this another shot, because they care about each other.

Also, just a bit of speculation on my part, but we never actually learn how Marie lost her eye in the phsyical world, but it shows up here, when she and Stein reaffirm their bond. That augfests to me that Marie probably lost the eye in circumstances that in some way meant something deep and profound between these two, given how important it seems to Stein.

If so, and especially if her losing it was Stein's fault in the first place, and mayhaps the reason they broke up, would add even more weight to her choice to gice this another go, forgiving him for his mistakes which deeply hurt her personally.

But again, this is total speculation.

Ultimately the Anime take on Stein is one that is defined by this contrast, the parallels and mirrors of Medusa and Marie, and Stein's ultimate choices between them.

Meanwhile, the Manga's foils is not between two differen people close to Stein, but instead about Stein himself as a mirror and foil to Justin Law.

Now let me be blunt. Justin Law is a very boring villain. There is very little compelling about him directly... But there is something compelling about the contrast between him and Stein.

Justin fell to madness because despite his rigid adherence to justice, honor and being a good person, he completely, and totally rejected any and all human bonds, with the only ones he made being made by complete accident, and ultimately he, in his madness, rejected even these.

He had no one to support him or draw strength from in his time of need, and so he fell to madness.

Meanwhile, Stein, despite being far, far more naturally inclined and much closer to madness from the get go, ultimately does not jump over the edge in the Manga... And the reason for that is his relationship with Marie Mjolner.

Ultimately Stein despite all his flaws devotes himself to Marie and helping her avenge her dead ex boyfriend.

And ultimately these two end up reconnecting their love just the anime, even to the degree that they get much further along in their reknit relationship than their manga counterparts.

However there are some massive differences between the two adaptions in this regard.

While the anime plays them getting back together again as a natural thing, the Manga instead plays up just how unbelievable and insane it is that these two somehow managed to reknit their relationahip, to the point where Marie actually protests that Stein is not her boyfriend, even as she is pregnant with his child.

I do actually like this take too... But I do prefer the Anime version, in large part because we actually get to see The critical turning point between Marie and stein, while the manga has their lighting the old flame happen offscreen.

It also helps that while the thematic differences between stein and Law are solid, Law is not a particularily interesting character, nor do him and Law have a deep connection.

Medusa is, and does have that connection. She is a delightfully EVIL and TWISTED villain, and her relationship with Stein makes the climax of Stain's arc, if much less of a spectacle, a much more emotional and thematically satisfying affair.

And thats even withouth factoring in the fact that this fight's outcome is actually about Crona, Maka and Medusa. Stein's fall and recovery is technically the sideplot, buy damn if it's not a great one.

#soul eater anime #soul eater #medusa gorgon #dr franken stein #meta #marie mjolnir #justin law #maka albarn #crona gorgon #old flame #toxic relationship #toxic love

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milliesfishes · 1 month

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the aftermath of getting kidnapped, the never feeling quite entirely safe, the jumping and even sometimes screaming if you’re touched or a sound was made unexpectedly, the nightmares, the panic attacks, the refusal to be alone because that’s how you were taken

and then you tie it all together by poor billy being the one helping you through all of it and holding you when you cry when it gets to be too much 🫠

:(((( this is so sweet I'll cry 😭😭

⋆౨ৎ𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓭𝓷𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭⋆౨ৎ 𝓯𝓮𝓶 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝔁 𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓭

In the wake of your kidnapping, you were a shell of your former self, life's horrors all the more apparent after you were taken. Billy found that the road to recovery was a walk, not a horseback ride. The second he had retrieved you from the dark cavern in which you'd been held, he had known the act of getting to you would be easy in comparison to easing you afterward.

You were on edge constantly, as if your kidnappers were breathing down your neck. Every touch was met with a jump, every bout of sleep a nightmare. It broke his heart clean in half to watch you struggle so badly. His beautiful, vibrant girl reduced to a shadow. The mere notion made him want to tear those who had taken you limb from limb.

But that wouldn't do you any good. Hurting who'd hurt you would only bring you more pain. Heaven knew you had enough of that already.

Billy often walked in on you with a hand pressed to your heart, breathing shaky and uneven. He knew the signs of your panic like the back of his hand now, and it caused an instant reaction in him.

"Honey, honey," he'd breathed, cautious to touch you due to your panic. Reaching out a hand to you, he waited for you to lean into him before pulling you into his arms. Once your head was against his chest, he enveloped you, gathering you up and kissing your hair comfortingly. "Oh my sweet girl...c'mere, you're alright. I'm here...you're gonna be alright."

This occurrence was more common than he'd have liked, your tender heart overwrought with all manner of awful memories, your body on the defensive even when it was just him. You flat out refused to be left alone, paranoid that somehow you'd be taken again, that the men would creep through the window and snatch you away for the few minutes he was in the washroom, or when he'd go into the next room to make breakfast.

Still, he couldn't deny you a single thing, especially when you were in such a state. He let you take baths with him. Let you hug him around his middle as he stirred eggs in the frying pan. Took days off work to be home with you and sheath you in his arms, away from the world's cruelties.

One particularly hard night, a thunderstorm had woken you, the sky's rumbling conversation stirring you from your dreams and springing tears to your eyes. Billy awoke to the sight of you covering your ears, body trembling. The rain beating at the windowpane was a roughened soundtrack to your pain, and he wordlessly held out his arms to you.

Diving into his chest, you burrowed yourself into it, pressing your cheek to his bare skin. He had started sleeping shirtless more often recently, discovering that it was an easy way to calm you. Sliding a steady palm under your nightdress to rub lightly over your skin, he murmured soothing, affectionate things into your hair. "Shh, sweet girl. You're doin' so well. You're being so brave, my love."

"I don't feel brave right now," you murmured into his chest, and Billy pressed his lips to your forehead. He caressed your back like one would a flower's petals.

"I know. But you are, honey. Oh, my sweet baby," he breathed, smoothing his fingers through your hair. "You've come so far." He cradled you gently, rocking your body back and forth. Billy brushed away every tear that clung to your cheeks, told you he loved you, that he was here for you as many times as you needed.

Billy would move heaven and earth for you to ease your sorrows, bleach his soul snow white again for your sake. He kissed your troubles away, never hesitating to hold you as tight as he could. As he did now, covering your ear with his hand and pressing the other to his chest to dull the sounds of the storm, he knew in an instant that he would spend forever doing this and enjoy every second.

Steadily, he was able to guide you back into sleep, tucking you into him to keep things that way. The worst had passed for now.

And he would be here when the worst darkened your doorstep again, to fend it all off. Billy would smooth everything out; love marking its path.

#billy the kid #billy the kid x reader #billy the kid fanfiction #billy the kid x you #william h bonney fanfiction #william h bonney x reader #william h bonney x you #william h bonney imagines #billy bonney #billy the kid fanfic #billy the kid 2022 #billy the kid imagine #billy the kid imagines #william h bonney imagine #william h bonney #milliesfishes billy

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not sure if requests are open, (still new to tumblr) but can u write childe x fem!reader with ed? i just need comfort, i fell of recovery again

-: the road to recovery is not always steady :-

feat. childe

genre. comfort

summary. childe helps you get back on your feet when you slip

warnings: triggering topics, mentions of food, crying

authors note. tysm for this ask, as someone with an eating disorder this was an honor to write and i’m so sorry for posting it so late. thank you anon, you are brave and you are loved 🤍

In and out, with lungs meekly expanding and contracting as you stumble upon the streets of Liyue. Feeling weak you find some steps to rest on, with a pounding head you close your eyes and feel the world around you. It’s a typical day in Liyue; the streets are bustling and buzzing with chatter, shoppers and tourists visiting from around Teyvat. Getting back up there’s a rush to your head causing you to wince as your legs drag you back home, today was long and the sun was harsh. The feeling of fog overwhelms you, with a cloudy head you can’t seem to find where you’re going. Reaching out your hands everything feels distant almost as if you’re underwater, suddenly all you can recognize is the feeling of falling.

“(y/n)? (y/n) wake up”

Your eyes never hurt so much, with a mixture of a torturous headache and blinding light you manage to open your eyes and look around without moving too much.

“Where am I?”

You gather your strength as you try to sit up but an arm wrapped in gray stops you and lightly guides you to lay back down.

“Don’t move. You’re at home, just take it easy.”

Turning your head you find Childe at the side of the bed, his usual battle attire off and his more casual gray button up adorning his body. His eyes soften as they meet yours, a warm smile curling up his lips.

“What happened?”

“You passed out, Zhongli called me.”

“Oh. I’m sorry, I didn't mean to inconvenience you.”

You sit up again, this time without his interference. Throwing your legs over the bed you hold your breath looking at them and feeling dull, throwing your feet onto the ground you nearly trip over your feet if not for grabbing onto Childe like your life depended on it.

“Get bad in bed (y/n)”

“It’s fine Jax I’m fine-”

“Get. Back in bed.”

You look down to see him holding onto your arm, feeling sick at the sight. With a heavy sigh and a few seconds of tension in the air you find it in yourself to get back in the bed, your body relaxing against the smooth sheets.

“I’ll be back, just stay here.”

Staring up at the ceiling you take in your surroundings. The sky outside looks muted and the lights are a little too bright, you’re cold. Despite the warm weather outside and fluffy blanket covering you, there’s a constant chill over your skin.

Childe comes back into the room after a few minutes, in his hands he holds a tray carrying your favorite food and drink, the sight alone is enough to make your blood pressure spike.

“Eat up” his face is relax and soft, he isn’t demanding nor is he asking

“I’m… I’m not hungry.”

“Come on (y/n), you just passed out you need to eat.”

“Ajax I told you I’m not hungry.”

“Have you eaten today?”

Silence, dead heavy silence. You chew on your cheek trying your best to come up with some sort of excuse, knowing it’ll never work on him anyway. You’re lack of a response says more than you can manage out your mouth.

“(y/n).... You haven’t eaten?”

“I was busy, you know how it is.”

“When was the last time you ate?”

“Umm… a few days ago I think.”

More silence, the tension was so thick and unbearable. Before you realized it your eyes welled up, maybe it was shame or embarrassment. Embarrassed to admit you hadn’t eaten, that it was intentional, that you hadn’t told him, that you were doing this to begin with.

“I’m sorry Jax.” your voice trembled, the tears slipped down your cheeks quietly and your breathing was no where near even.

He didn’t respond, you were scared to look at him. What would he think? Was he mad? Or disgusted? Or disappointed? You couldn’t bare the thought of any of it, it felt so scary. Before you knew it your head craned in his direction.

He… was also crying. His cheeks were stained with salty water that flowed from his eyes like a waterfall, without thinking you reach up to hold his face. He closes his eyes and leans into your hand letting out quiet sobs, and for the first time since meeting him you feel your heart break.

“Jax… I’m so sor-”

“Stop, don’t say it. Don’t be sorry, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not noticing, for not paying enough attention to you, for letting you do this to yourself.”

He grabs your wrist and removes your hand from his face, letting go of your wrist he pulls you into a hug and kisses the top of your head. You feel his tears, his heartbeat, and for once you feel warm. The warmth is comforting, the way it all hits you like a truck you can’t stop yourself for sobbing in his arms. You feel safe, you feel loved, you feel like you’re supported.

“(y/n), I love you so much. I love you more than anything in this damned world, I can’t live without you. I can’t live knowing you’re hurting, and I know you are.” He pulls away and lowers himself so his eyes meet yours and now he’s the one holding your face.

“You’ll get better baby, I’ll help you.”

#[🍧 𝐥𝐞𝐞’𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬]#[🥮 𝗼𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬]#character x reader #x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #childe x reader #childe x reader comfort #genshin childe #childe genshin #genshin impact childe #childe genshin x reader #genshin impact childe x reader #genshin childe x reader #childe genshin impact #childe

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melanieph321 · 4 months

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Ruben Dias x Reader - Fix You Part 2/10

Part 3 and 4 are out on my Patreon for Free!

Summary - Reader is hired as Ruben's assistant nurse after receiving head trauma during a football game. He has fallen into a deep depression on his road to recovery and does not accept much help from Reader as she only reminds him of how incapable he is.

Enjoy!

Ruben's family were not joking when they said that if successful, you'd be hired immediately. You still had your flat in London with all of your belongings, however, that would be taken care of for you since Ruben's family were more than willing to set up a room for you in Ruben's apartment. There you received your own private quarters, with a joint bathroom and everything, not to mention your own walk-in closet.

"I kid you not, it's bigger than my old flat." You squealed into your phone.

"Well, what is he like, your employer?" Your friend Donna asked. She was currently in your apartment in London, collecting the immediate essentials that had to be shipped to you right away.

"Well, you know. He's kind of quiet." You said, having only known Ruben for two days. During these two days his physio, Max, had taken care of everything, only asking you to measure the proper proportion for Ruben's daily dose of Heparin, which was injected to prevent blood clots from forming.

"But he's hot, no?"

"Who, Max?"

"No, the guy you're working for, Ruben?"

"I don't know?" You muttered. Although he was tall and fairly built, there was something about not knowing the color of a man's eyes that didn't sit right with you. "It's the mirror to one's soul, you know."

"I'd rather wanna know the size of his...."

"Donna." You hissed. "Really?"

Her laughter buzzed in your ear. "What, it's the canal of life, you know."

"Ha, ha, very fun..."

"Y/N?"

A knock on the door interrupted you.

"Just a second!" You pressed the phone to your ear as you jumped down from your bed.

"It's Max."

"Yeah, just a second!"

You said goodbye to Donna and hurried up to close the suitcase that lay open on your floor. You shoved it under the bed along with other scattered items, before making your way over to the bedroom door. Max stood waiting for you in the doorway.

"Hey, I just wanted to say that I'm leaving now."

"Oh, okay, when will you be back?"

"On Monday?"

"What? But that's in three days."

"Exactly." He nodded. "I work four days and get three days off to see my girls."

"You have a family?" You said, quite disappointed by the fact. Max was really handsome for a forty-two year old.

"Anyway, If you need anything I think Ivan is stopping by tomorrow with some groceries, other than that I wrote down everything that needs to be done during the day, along with some light exercises that you can help Ruben do."

"Me, help Ruben?" You frowned. It took you two days to get comfortable living the easy life. You would've never pursued acting if you had known about being a rich man's nurse.

"Like I said," Max smiled. "If you need anything, call Ivan. He lives twenty minutes away from here."

"Alright, okay. " You nodded, accepting the situation. "Have a good weekend."

"You too."

And just like that a man's life was left in your hands. It was an odd feeling. Not scary, just odd. Nevertheless, you plotted yourself in the living room, just in case Ruben needed you he could call for help and you'd hear him. However, hours passed without a word from him. You weren't concerned at first, considering the fact that Ruben knew how to walk on his own. But after some thought, you decided to knock on his door and see if he needed anything.

"Ruben, It's me."

No answer.

"I thought that maybe I could make you a snack? Would you like that?"

Still no answer.

It hit you, what if he was bleeding out? With the trauma to his brain, perhaps he had developed some internal bleeding and now he was laying in bed, dying on your watch.

"Ruben, I'm sorry but I'm going to have to...." You burst into his room. The first thing that hit you was the breeze from the balcony with its door ajar.

"Oh, no."

Only seeing the traces of Ruben on his bed, you could only assume the worst.

"Please don't be dead, please don't be dead."

You rushed out onto the balcony, leaning over the railing, expecting to see a body laying flat on the ground. However, there was nothing, not a trace of human remains.

"You're worse than the others, you know that right?"

You gasped, hearing his low chuckle. Turning your head, you spotted Ruben, shirtless, laying on his back, arms tucked behind his neck as he bathed in the sun.

"You're....you're...."

"Not dead?" He said, raising a brow behind his bandaged eyes.

"I'm sorry, I thought...."

"That a guy with injuries like mine should consider killing himself?"

"Yes and no."

"Yes and no?" He frowned, "Care to elaborate?"

"Not should consider." You said. "But I believe some people would consider...doing it."

"Well, unfortunately I'm still alive."

"I can see that." You muttered.

Ruben sat up, and to your surprise removed the blindfold from his eyes by tugging it down to rest around his neck. He then reached for the bottle of sunscreen on a stool nearby, applying a drop of it on his nose.

"If you're planning on laying in the sun all day, you should probably apply sunscreen to your entire body."

He stopped the motion of putting on sunscreen, shifting his head your way. "I'm Portuguese, I'm pretty sure I can handle a dose of English sun."

"But can you handle a dose of skin cancer?"

He chuckled, eyelids flickering as he did. He seemed tempted to open them, his eyes. And for a moment that thought struck fear within you.

"Was there something you wanted?"

"Pardon?" You had been distracted. Your eyes falling onto the sight of his abs. They were visible even though he was sitting down. Something worth remembering for your next call with Donna.

"Was there something you wanted?" Ruben repeated, snatching you out of your daze. "I mean Max already gave me my shot and I don't need your help swallowing my pills."

"Right." You said. "I guess I just wanted to check on you."

"To see if I was still alive?" He grinned.

"Right." What an asshole, you thought. "Now that that's confirmed, I'll get started on dinner."

"Don't bother." He said, pulling the bandage to cover his eyes again.

"Why not?"

"Well, my mom left us food that should last us all year."

"Oh, okay."

"She's afraid that you can't cook, you know."

"Well I can."

"Yeah, but not as good as her."

"Right."

You left Ruben's room, embarrassed to have entered in the first place. Who does the guy think he is, speaking to you like some kind of servant? You wondered how long you'd be able to put up with it. Not for long you reckoned.

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Bloody Mess

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Characters: Comedian (Edward Blake) x Vigilante F!Reader

Summary: When a fight between the two of you goes wrong you find yourself and your arch-enemy The Comedian indulging in a different type of violence.

Word count: 3.7K

Warnings: NSFW - physical violence, rough vaginal sex, blood play, semi-public sex, hair pulling, spanking, dom/sub dynamic, Eddie's filthy mouth, shotgunning

A/N: Nasty, bloody rooftop sex with the Comedian, need I say more?

The sky was darkened, though the busy roads; the many scarlet-tinted tail lights that blared from every vehicle and looked like little red dots from your view relentlessly lit the city. You stood on the ledge of one of many rooftops you'd crossed tonight in search of anything, something. Someone to kill, someone to save, trouble to start and to end. Your idea of heroism was never exactly clean cut, and it showed in your violent streak of vigilantism. The government was never particularly fond of the masked freaks running rampant in New York City let alone the occasional rowdy civilian or protester you might've beat half to death, or all the way to, here and there. You were a wanted woman. The target on your back got you used to the feeling of being watched, an unlikely familiarity with that chill that swept down your spine when it felt like someone was waiting for you to turn your back and take a swing at you, or when he was here. You turned around, and sure as shit there he was, him. Your arch nemesis Edward Blake, the fucking Comedian. You despised the bastard, and he hated you no less. Oftentimes you'd leave each other so bloodied and beaten that when you did manage to get away you'd be in recovery for weeks, and he'd broken more bones than you had fingers.

"Fancy seeing you tonight, doll." Eddie spoke past the cigar balancing in the corner of his mouth, his hand reaching up to close his fingers over the cigar as smoke streamed out from the ignited end.

His back was pressed up against the door that led to the rooftop of the building, a smile playing on his lips as he inhaled deeply before removing the cigar from his lips. Asshole took the easy way up. The dynamic between you and the Comedian was one of brutality, the two of you indulging in an endlessly intense cycle of violence over and over again, and you were sure you'd do it until one of you killed the other. And as he took one last drag and tossed the cigar off to somewhere on the rooftop you knew it was time for this usual rough little dance of yours, a flurry of swinging fists and nasty kicks until one of you got too tired or injured to fight the other and managed to pull off some kind of escape.

"Oh Eddie, you know this didn't happen by chance. You chase me through this city like a lost puppy."

His smile faded, the shift in his eyes highlighted that much more by the black eye mask that surrounded them, and his jaw tensed with the irritation of what you'd accused him of. You practically called him clingy. He stormed towards you, his boots thudding against the roof as he moved in strides with a focused look in his eyes, the look he usually had before he punched you square in the mouth and threatened to take a few teeth while he was at it. The approaching attack had you hopping down from the ledge and charging towards him knowing you couldn't let him reach you first, you always met him halfway. As soon as you were within reach Eddie swung, a heavy punch that you narrowly dodged and attempted one of your own, except yours landed. Your fist slammed against his jaw, your knuckles splitting when you drew your fist back and dealt a second in succession, but the third was greedy. Eddie recovered, not that he needed much, and caught your wrist. He swiftly twisted your arm behind your back and kneed you down to the concrete, your face slamming into the ground and the feel of strain and tension searing through your shoulder making you let out a wheezy pain-filled laugh. You turned your head to look at him ignoring the friction burn you were surely scraping along your cheek in the process, a smile playing on your lips as you finally felt the blood lining your top lip, your nose pouring with it. You'd have to crack that back into place later.

"You know I like it rough."

His eyes filled with amusement, the smile he too allowed to spread across his lips reflecting that sickeningly pure joy. He loved having you pinned bloody and beaten beneath him, but more than anything he loved that you cracked a smile through the pain no matter the agony. It was one of few similarities between the two of you, but most definitely his favourite.

"Good, 'cause there's more where that came from."

He had your arms pinned behind your back, the other clasping the nape of your neck to snatch you harshly upright from the concrete, and you could feel how he was readying to slam you back down again. Fuck that. You swung your head back and slammed the back of your head into his face, the sudden force making Eddie loosen his grip enough for you to wiggle free and spin around to face him. He was clutching his nose while muttering curses under his breath, blood escaping from his nose and through the gaps between his fingers, dripping from his chin onto the floor below. Then, as the initial adrenaline began to subside, you felt a pounding sensation throughout the back of your head. You reached up to pass your hand over it for a moment and hissed as your palm lightly pressed down whilst you tried to blink away the fact that you were seeing doubles, then drew your hand back and raised it in front of your face to inspect it. No blood, but you'd have one hell of a concussion. It seemed Eddie came to just as quickly as you did, your eyes locking as you glared daggers at one another. He was the first to stand and practically lunge in your direction, an infernal rage in his eyes burning so bright that you were sure this would be it, he'd surely crush your throat if he got a hold of you, but you'd go out swinging. You quickly rose to your feet and leapt at him when he was within reach, tackling him to the ground and landing on top of him when his back collided with the ground, the solid wall of a man that he was cushioning your fall. He took a deep breath a little winded and you used the opportunity to bring your fist down onto him, once, twice, but the third was wishful thinking. It seemed bad things came in threes this evening. He raised his leg up under you and kicked you, a boot to the stomach so hard there was nothing beneath you before you knew it, until there was; and by hell did you know it. You landed awkwardly on the ledge of the rooftop, the immense pain coursing through your abdomen and the blood you seemed to be painting the ledge in with every cough sending what of your body was on over, and you slipped. You managed to grip the edge with both hands just as you felt the nothingness below you, wind rushing through your hair and the view of passing cars on the streets hundreds of feet below taunting you. It was a long way down, and the gnawing pain in the shoulder Eddie had busted was making it hard to keep a grip, a small scream escaping your lips as it only worsened the longer you held on for. Just then, there he was. He leaned over and hovered just above you to let out a small chuckle at the state you were in, his eyes following the way your fingers were slowly slipping further and further towards your demise.

"Well shit, looks like I'll get the last laugh after all, doll."

It was as you looked into his eyes that you felt it, pure unadulterated fear. You'd never felt anything like it in your life, had never been this close to death, and the place you were most likely going was nowhere good. You never thought you'd beg him for anything, but you began sputtering the pleas from your lips before your mind could stop you.

"Eddie, Eddie please! My arm, fuck I can't!"

Under any other circumstances seeing you beg for your life would've pleased him, made him laugh even, but his smile faded. The Comedian stopped laughing. You couldn't hold on any longer, frantic eyes fixed on his as you scrambled slightly before being forced to release your grip and prepare to feel yourself falling through the air, eyes screwing shut for a moment out of sheer panic. But you felt nothing. When you opened your eyes Eddie was leaning over the ledge, his hand tightly gripping yours. You thought he ought to have stamped your hands off at first, or simply let you fall to your death, but there was something strange circling in that man's eyes, something you couldn't quite recognise. He just couldn't let you die. He pulled you up and wrapped his arm around you as he lifted you and pressed you to him, allowing himself to fall back onto the rooftop and take you with him. As his back pressed up against the concrete you attempted to calm your hysterical breathing, his chest rising and falling beneath you as he inhaled his own heavy, fatigued breaths. What could be distinguished as stars through the evening smog twinkled brightly overhead, the moon casting a light over one side of Eddie's face illuminating the scrapes and cuts you loved to mark one another with, and you dare say the two of you found your first moment of peace; of silence. Intoxicated with the adrenaline rush of a second chance at life at the hands of your own would-be killer you lifted your head from his chest to look at him, him too lowering his eyes to meet yours though they appeared to wander elsewhere from time to time, and you crashed your lips against his. It was reckless, and Eddie could've sent your ass tumbling over the roof again, but he didn't. His lips moved back against yours hard enough to bruise, his tongue forcefully pushing into your mouth as your slightly blood-filled mouths began to mix, both coating each other's tongues with that salty metallic mixture. It was a goddamn mess.

"You're so fucking pretty, sweetheart." Eddie whispered between your bloody kisses, the surprisingly gentle flattery making you laugh against his lips.

"I always knew you had a thing for me." You teased, the comment prompting him to bring his hand down onto your ass hard and send a loud smack sound ringing through the air; that'd leave a mark.

You jolted a little as you bit down on your lip and felt the sting prickling across your skin, the warning stare he shot you and the dangerously dark smile forming on his lips reminding you of how vulnerable of a position you were in.

"This doesn't change anything, doll. Just a little fun."

He flipped you so that it was your back now pressed against the cold ground and he was hovering above you, one of his hands trailing from your breasts down to your stomach, and then further until he was skimming his fingers over your inner thigh, dangerously close to where you shamefully needed him more than ever. Eddie gripped your thigh, squeezing the flesh and revelling in the small moan that slipped past your lips from the smallest of touch.

"You keep up with making noises like that and you're gonna be the death a' me in more ways than one."

He brought your legs further up onto his lap, angling you so that he could work a hand behind your back in search of your costume's zipper. He started tugging it down the moment he felt it against his fingers, the form-fitting material of your bodysuit spreading out slowly over your back and exposing your skin to the freezing skyline chill. When the zipper stopped just above your behind Eddie was eager to reach around the front to start peeling it off you, your body arching to assist him with the removal. He tsked as he reached your hips, your legs hung over his lap stopping him from dragging the material down your legs.

"You ladies and your damn costumes, legs up."

You weren't the type to take orders, especially from that of Edward Blake, but you were for tonight. You drew your legs back and raised them allowing him to drag the gathered fabric down your legs, carelessly tossing it aside leaving you in nothing but the g-string that hardly constituted as underwear and the garter belt laid over the top, your stockings fastened to the clips. His eyes lit up at your taste in panties, and a throaty chuckle escaped his throat.

"You always been such a nasty slut?" He rasped as he dug a finger beneath some of the material situated on your hips and pinged it against your skin, the elasticated sting making you wince.

It was clear Eddie took no prisoners even when it came to that of intimacy, his fingers impatiently fiddling with the comically large buckled belt resting across his hips and tossing it aside once he got it undone, his fingers pulling his zipper down and wedging into the waistband of his pants to push them down afterwards, letting the material sit just below his hips. Almost irritated he dug his fingers into the front of your panties and tore them clean off, the rip of the lace and the sudden exposure to the cold almost causing your legs to attempt to snap shut and a surprised gasp leave your lips, but your legs draped either side of his hips meant you could do no such thing.

"Eddie!" You scolded as he discarded your ruined panties, the look he shot you once he turned his attention back towards you sending a chill down your spine.

He was grinning, the blood drying beneath his nose and decorating other parts of his face making for one hell of a mess, and making his amusement all the more sinister. It was now that it occurred to you that giving yourself to the comedian was like selling your soul to the devil. Eddie was a cruel, callous bastard who would do with your body as he pleased, and you were opening yourself up to whatever sadistic torment he had in store for you, but what really frightened you? You weren't sure you cared. He roughly grasped your hip with one hand, the other digging into one side of his pants as he pushed them down until he'd entirely freed himself, his cock springing free and leaving you barely able to spare a glance as he immediately leaned into the space between your spread legs and took hold of your other hip, his calloused fingers digging into your sides as he lined himself up and practically slammed inside you. He gave you no time to adjust, giving his first thrust with no mercy for the way you were still getting used to the stretch around him, the sharp pain making you wince and grip his forearm, your fingernails digging into his skin as you squirmed beneath him.

"What, can't take it now, sweetheart? Thought you liked it rough." He punctuated his taunting words with another hard, merciless thrust, your eyes screwing shut as you let out a pain-filled moan.

"That was when we were beating the shit out of each other, Eddie." You forced through your desperate and strained breaths, the reminder of the violence you shared only minutes ago making him smile a little and run his tongue over his bloody bottom lip.

"Fighting, fucking, same damn thing." He leaned down to capture your lips before you could argue with him, the groan that he breathed into your mouth as he gave another deep, bottomless thrust mixing with your own muffled, high-pitched moan.

He tasted like cigars, the facial hair dusting his top lip skimming over your lips as he stole the air right out of your lungs and exchanged it for his own. Eddie's lips moved against yours until he pulled back and used his bruising grip on your hips to flip you onto your stomach, his hands immediately readjusting onto your hips and bringing your ass upright making your back arch, and then he was inside you again. You flattened your palms against the concrete as you tried to come to terms with the new unforgiving angle, the sounds of skin meeting skin echoing throughout the evening air as did the moans you could no longer suppress, the noise only seeming to further spur him on to bury himself inside you over and over. Then his hand was in your hair, wrapping it around his leather fingerless gloves and using the grip on your hair to jerk your head backwards only arching you further, his hips bucking up as he utilised the newfound angle.

"Oh fuck, Eddie!" You cried through pleasure filled sobs, tears trickling down your cheeks from the mixture of the searing burn in your scalp and the way he fucked into you so ruthlessly.

Even then you somehow found yourself needing more, and so did he. He leaned into you and pressed his lips against your neck, sucking marks into your skin that would be a deep violet in only a matter of hours and lightly biting with his teeth, still tugging your hair all the while. Eddie was branding you. You'd have to sport these marks on your neck for weeks along with the other bruises and cuts that you'd earned from the way he'd manhandled you moments prior, not that now was any different. It just felt better. But only the two of you would know the man those marks pertained to, and you'd have to hear him taunting you about it anytime you run into him from here on out. Your thoughts were interrupted as he brought his free hand against your ass with a hard smack, the biting sting spreading through your skin making your eyes water once more, though the cry filled whimper that escaped your lips told a different story. He chuckled darkly at the sound you made, his chest plate pressed up against your back and lips ghosting over the shell of your ear as he whispered.

"You gotta let me hurt you like this more often." He teased, still pushing your buttons even when he was so deep in you you could hardly think straight.

"Fuck you." You spat back, though Eddie didn't seem to care much for your protest as he gripped your jaw and moved your head so your mouth could sloppily meet his, your lips parting more submissively than you'd like to admit as his tongue slipped past your lips.

He could still taste your blood on your tongue, his mouth claiming yours and groaning against your lips as he did, and then he pulled back. He unwrapped your hair from his hand and let you fall back towards the concrete, feebly propping yourself on your arms as he gripped your hips again and picked up the pace of his hard thrusts, the spot he was driving into over and over making your legs quiver. It was no surprise when your orgasm crashed over you, your palms instinctively flattening against the ground as the occasional minute stone dug into your palm, the way your breath caught in your throat before you let out a long, pleased moan making him all the more eager. His hips started to stutter whilst a low grunt rumbled from his throat, and he managed to pull out just in time to shoot hot wet spurts on your inner thigh, his hand resting at the top of your ass as he watched the droplets dribble down your thigh and slightly pool on the concrete at the inner side of your knee. Too weak to hold yourself up any longer and having already pushed your injured shoulder to the limit you let yourself drop to the ground, the side of your face smushed against the roof as you tried to steady your breathing, Eddie too slumping against your back but propping himself up enough that he wouldn't crush you with his weight.

"That was almost as fun as kicking your ass." You teased once you'd gathered yourself, the comment making him scoff and lift himself to move off of you, readjusting his costume and tucking himself back into his pants.

"Someone's ass still got mighty kicked." He retorted and gave your abused ass a firm slap just to remind you, the sound it drew from you making him chuckle.

You winced from the sharp pain and dreaded the thought of catching a glimpse of whatever he'd done to you back there in the mirror later, to your whole body really. Gathering what was left of your dignity you picked yourself up and slipped your bodysuit back on, the way the material clung to your afflicted skin doing you no favours, and the embarrassing reminder that you were now pantyless thanks to The Comedian as the material uncomfortably lined your crotch. You took a deep breath and stepped closer to him when you were done, a lit cigar now balancing between his lips just as it had when you first laid eyes on him earlier in the night, though he looked much more dishevelled now. There was a thin sheen of sweat on some parts of his face, stray strands of hair falling from the way his hair was somewhat swept back and curling at either side of his forehead. Blood had dried above his top lip from when you'd given him quite the nose bleed, some on his teeth which you could only make out when he closed his fingers around the cigar and removed it from his lips, grabbing your chin to guide your lips towards his, smashing his mouth against yours. He used the opportunity to fill your mouth with cigar smoke until it was almost like breathing him in, humming a small moan against his lips from the sensation before Eddie let go of your chin and pulled back. He cracked a cocky smile as he watched you exhale the smoke once your lips had parted, the hubris in his expression only heightened that much more by the eye mask that encircled his eyes.

"See you around, doll."

He murmured before setting his cigar back between his lips and heading back through the way he came, the metal door slamming shut behind him.

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