#could be worse. ilove them

[angeltism]

okay i googled some timezone to other timezone calculators and like. everything with my qpps and knight works out well i think actually. what the fuck. i am going to explode possibly

[sleepr-agent420]

clegan hunger games au

IVE BEEN THINKING THINGS

• Gale is like two days away from 18 (poor baby has to spend his birthday in the capitol) and gets his name called

• john volunteers for him bc theyre best friends and he cant fathom watching gale die and he loves him. more than friends haha

• umm the game officials decide to just make them both play bc why not jt makes the games interesting so no one wins 😒

• gale is fucking livid. obviously. yells at john so sooo much and john just stands there and takes it. he's obviously not happy bc he didnt think his volunteering trick wouldnt work. butbhe doesnt regret it at all

• gale keeps asking him if hes insane like wtf are you doing you fuckung dumbass. and john accidentally lets it slip that hes in love with gale (bc gale wouldnt take the whole but were friends so john gets frustrated)

• gales dumbfounded. absolutely speechless. and still angry at john. hes so fucking mad bc now its even worse and wait what the hell did he just say he was in love with him???

• it drives them apart a bit, gale distincing himself and john letting him. theyre pitted against each other in the games yayy

• umm gale realizes he feels the same uh ohhh ok thats all i got.

this shit could get angsty oooo ilove angst. if anyone has anything to add please dont be shy ‼️

[tooweirdforyou]

Hi, can you write sum abt tokyo rev (preferably draken and mikey)x y/n in which they go on a midnight walk? talkin abt stuff and yeah whatev ud like~

ilove your drawings and thank you for writing this if you answer it or do it or yeah^^

Midnight Talks » Draken + Mikey x Reader

A/N : it might be a bit angsty but I thought it was cute. apologies that it’s short! <3 it’s also a little rushed so please forgive me. :))

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The night was still long.

After riding your bikes down to the coast of the city, where the dock laid, the three of you, you, Mikey and Draken, were now taking a nice, calming stroll along the water, the moonlight casting down on you as you spoke of random nonsense.

You share laughs, jokes and old memories that have you smiling for a lifetime.

Until you remember what they do, and the injuries you had to clean for them today.

The joy was dying down and you all just walked in silence, enjoying the peace and each other’s company.

Mikey was swinging your arm while Draken, who had put his jacket over you, secured his grip on you and held it steady.

“… You know, you don’t have to be so reckless..”

You were a little afraid to say anything but you spoke before you could stop yourself.

“Huh?” Both blondes blink and glance at you as you kept your face ahead but vision lowered.

“.. I mean.. just be more careful.. you know? I don’t want to keep seeing you come back to me covered in bruises and cuts, all bloody and shit.”

The air suddenly grew tense as no one said anything else, until Mikey chuckles. “What are you talking about, [Nickname]?”

Draken doesn’t say anything but you had a feeling that he knew what you meant. And he had the idea that this is what you wanted to say all along.

After all, you suggested the idea of the walk in the first place.

“..I’m just saying, maybe take it easier next time? You guys just straight into fights without a second thought.”

Walking in between the two blondes, you sigh gently as you express your thoughts on their daily gang fights, your worry seen over your expression.

Mikey looks towards the water, standing on your right with his left hand intertwined with yours.

Draken stares ahead, standing on your left right his right arm around and locked with yours.

“I can take them down easily.” Mikey simply says and you frown at his ignorance. “What if one day you pick a fight with someone stronger than you? You’ll get hurt.” You point out and Mikey merely grins.

“I have Ken-chin!” He beams, looking over at the tall one who sighs. “[Name] has a point, I won’t always be there, Mikey.”

Mikey pouts as he looks into the distance this time. “What’s that supposed to mean? You’ll always be by my side, right?”

You abruptly stop, causing both males to release their hold on you and look back as you stare straight at Mikey.

“Mikey.”

The tone of your voice makes the Toman leader momentarily stop, his demeanor changing as he looks back at you.

“Please.. stay safe for me. Okay?” Your eyes turn to Draken, hints of sadness glinting in them. “Same for you. I don’t want anything bad to happen to either of you. I care about you both so much..”

You turn to the water, taking a deep breath to prevent your voice from breaking at the thought of the two blondes with serious injuries or worse possible conditions.

“Promise me you’ll stay safe for me, and stay by me forever.”

The boys hadn’t said a word, staring at the moonlight shining it’s reflection in the water before Draken places a hand on your head.

“Promise, [Name]. We’ll be careful.”

Mikey turns to you and tightens his grip on your hand, smiling softly at you.

“I promise you, [Nickname]. I won’t ever leave your side.”

-

okay. this is very late. I know. very short. not my best work.

[mollywog]

A list of people Katniss Prim’s-the-only-person-in-the-world-I'm-certain-I-love Everdeen loves (in the order mentioned in the text)

Prim

How could I leave Prim, who is the only person in the world I'm certain I love?

Rue

Sing. My throat is tight with tears, hoarse from smoke and fatigue. But if this is Prim's, I mean, Rue's last request, I have to at least try. The song that comes to me is a simple lullaby, one we sing fretful, hungry babies to sleep with. It's old, very old I think. Made up long ago in our hills. What my music teacher calls a mountain air. But the words are easy and soothing, promising tomorrow will be more hopeful than this awful piece of time we call today.

[proceeds to sing a song]

The final lines are barely audible.

Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true

Here is the place where I love you.

Peeta

It's like being home again, when they bring in the hopelessly mangled person from the mine explosion, or the woman in her third day of labor, or the famished child struggling against pneumonia and my mother and Prim, they wear that same look on their faces. Now is the time to run away to the woods, to hide in the trees until the patient is long gone and in another part of the Seam the hammers make the coffin.

But I'm held here both by the hovercraft walls and the same force that holds the loved ones of the dying. How often I've seen them, ringed around our kitchen table and I thought, Why don't they leave? Why do they stay to watch?

And now I know. It's because you have no choice.

* There are other instances- just sighting the first

Haymitch

I turn and see them all waiting in a big chamber at the end of the hall - Effie, Haymitch, and Cinna. My feet take off without hesitation. Maybe a victor should show more restraint, more superiority, especially when she knows this will be on tape, but I don't care. I run for them and surprise even myself when I launch into Haymitch's arms first. When he whispers in my ear, "Nice job, sweetheart," it doesn't sound sarcastic.

Additional Notes:

Katniss doesn’t talk about feeling a sense of debt to Haymitch, even though he continually helps keep her alive. This feels significant, and I choose to believe it’s because she considers him family

Haymitch is included in the running away from D12 scheme because she can’t leave him

After the bombing in D13 and failed propo she only wants to be comforted by Haymitch “because he loves Peeta, too.”

Gale

"I've heard worse," she says. "You've seen how people are, when someone they love is in pain."

Someone they love. The words numb my tongue as if it's been packed in snow coat.

Of course, I love Gale. But what kind of love does she mean? What do I mean when I say Ilove Gale? I don't know. I did kiss him last night, in a moment when my emotions were running so high. But I'm sure he doesn't remember it. Does he? I hope not. If he does, everything will just get more complicated and I really can't think about kissing when I've got a rebellion to incite. I give my head a little shake to clear it.

Madge

I nod and go straight to my room. I sit on the bed, knowing I will never write those letters. They will be like the speech I tried to write to honor Rue and Thresh in District 11. Things seemed clear in my head and even when I talked before the crowd, but the words never came out of the pen right. Besides, they were meant to go with embraces and kisses and a stroke of Prim's hair, a caress of Gale's face, a squeeze of Madge's hand. They cannot be delivered with a wooden box containing my cold, stiff body.

Too heartsick to cry, all I want is to curl up on the bed and sleep until we arrive in the Capitol tomorrow morning. But I have a mission. No, it's more than a mission. It's my dying wish. Keep Peeta alive. And as unlikely as it seems that I can achieve it in the face of the Capitol's anger, it's important that I be at the top of my game. This won't happen if I'm mourning for everyone I love back home. Let them go, I tell myself. Say good-bye and forget them. I do my best, thinking of them one by one, releasing them like birds from the protective cages inside me, locking the doors against their return.

Honorable Mention

(She at minimum cares about and feels responsible for these people - love could be implied.)

Mrs. Everdeen - Katniss loves Prim, Prim loves their mother, Katniss at minimum feels responsible for her mother if only for her sisters sake

The Hawthornes - She provided for their family from the woods after Gale starts work in the mines. They are included as part of her escape plan in CF. She gets Hazelle the job working for Haymitch when times are lean.

Finnick and Johanna - Come on! She doesn’t say as much, but she loves them, right?

District 12 - she altered the Lady the Goat story to protect people back home. Also Greasy Sae.

Cinna

Effie

Please add your thoughts!

* Inspired by this question

[slicznymartwy]

Hello, loved the way you answered my last ask, your writing is amazing <333 I got a bit intrigued as in the notes you said Billy would love corrupting his SO so I would like to request a little something expanding upon the idea of that

in short, i would love for him to make me worse </333

ilove ur requests so much omgggg this gave me an idea heh heh .. gonna elaborate more in the notes but i just wanted to get this out first warning: dub-con, obsessive behavior, billy in general, not edited or proofread

☾⋆⁺₊ billy lenz x corrupted!reader

you can hear your housemates downstairs. they're laughing and drinking, which was standard for a saturday night. you could hear the clinking of glass from time to time, and you think an argument breaks out between two of the girls. it's difficult to tell when the loudest noise to you is coming from your wet lips, wrapped around him.

your knees hurt, but they're slowly getting past that and to a more comfortable numbness. on the other hand, your jaw aches terribly, and it only seems to get worse with how billy - you only think that's his name - is keeping an unrelenting pace against your tongue.

he's not very big, although you really wouldn't know what to compare that too. you've only seen one other dick before his, but that was in high school. barb likes to tell stories about the guys she meets, and she's either exaggerating or billy is much smaller than average (you're more likely to believe that barb is exaggerating).

his size barely matters because it feels massive in your mouth. he forces you to take more of him, and he holds your head firmly as his dick slips in and out against your tongue. you're drooling, you can feel it on your chin. you love it. god, you love it.

you feel wicked. you've been ruined by a stranger that you sometimes aren't sure really exists. he could be a ghost for all you know - an evil specter that haunts college students and comes on them while they sleep.

he's surprisingly quiet, but when you look up at him you're scared by the look in his eyes. wild and opened wide, turned black in the shadow. he barely reacted beyond the quickened breath. your mouth was so wet, and when his cock brushes against the back of your throat you gag and cough.

billy pulls away, letting you gasp wetly for air. his cock is shiny with your spit, and you hardly recognize yourself when you lean in to lick at his length even as you pant. you remember a few weeks ago when the furthest you've ever gone was a kiss.

the night can't last forever, but it's still cut short with the sound of one of the girls bidding everyone goodnight. she's drunk and slow up the stairs, but billy rushes to hide himself back into his pants and climb the ladder without a word.

you had no chance, not with your brain slow and addled with promises of getting fucked. you're still kneeling in the alcove by the stairs, leaning slightly against the ladder that billy climbed up.

"oh god, are you okay?" barb asks, seeing you on the ground. "what's wrong?"

belatedly, you realize your cheeks are wet with tears shed during the blowjob, and your mouth was still wet and likely swollen. sniffing, you turn your face away and try to wipe off the moisture.

"i'm okay," you say, trying to get to your feet slowly. it hurts as blood starts to flow again. "boy troubles."

"boy troubles? since when did you have a boy that troubles you?" she teases.

you shrug, not in the mood to bicker. once hidden in your bedroom, door unlocked, you lay flat on your bed and stare at the ceiling. your mind flashes with images of come stains and his tongue in between your legs.

notes:

i think for the right kind of person (me) billy could be an attractive prospect. someone who's lonely and feels undesirable suddenly has someone who's absolutely desperate for them .... say less heh heh heh

this is nasty but i like the thought of insert maybe touching themselves into the phone .. like .... letting billy hear how it sounds .. im sure he would have some Things to say about it lolol

but honestly i think that reader would eventually get really upset by it all because they realize billy isn't some prince charming. he doesn't Actually love you because of you. he's not going to take care of you

he's going to use your body because you let him.

he wants to hurt you, he threatens to kill you all the time. even when he's got his tongue deep inside you, he'll pull away to whisper how he'll do it.

and that starts to turn you on too

very vicious cycle

i mean maybe he thinks he loves you. but obv it's not a normal love. and i think that would make it so much worse because he might tell you he loves you, which would just give you false hope.

didnt mean for this to be so angsty but basically he fucks you sloppy and hard and he breaks you, because even years later you'll never feel as turned on as when someone was calling you a pig whore

[lakesbian]

Do Brian & Aisha & Alec for the blorbo bingo obviously :p

alec:

almost everyone but me is wrong about him. gnawing on wildbow's leg like a rabid dog for dropping the ball in the gender and sexuality department. there has got to be SOME reason i like him so much but i have no idea what it is. did not expect to care about him even remotely but his death put him in my brain forever against my will. i can make him worse. and will hypothetically sometimes for fun. he is chilling on the couch in my mind palace in perpetuum. i want to take him out for ice cream as a special treat. the thing is that i Would say "alec did nothing wrong" as a somewhat facetious rebuttal of the fandom spaces that think he's an ontologically evil cunt for being sexually abused when he was 12 but the same people also genuinely believe he did nothing wrong in his interlude and subsequently i cannot say "alec did nothing wrong" without sounding exactly like said people. so i compromise with "alec did 2 things wrong and the things redditors think he did wrong are none of them," which technically isn't true either, but captures my intended sentiment close enough. i love him forever

aisha:

ilove her forever. she's done nothing wrong in her entire life, ever, at any point in time. i wish her existence was pleasant and easy. please stop putting her in situations. alec is my favorite in a "inexplicable bout of autism" way but aisha is my favorite worm character in a "favorite with all inexplicable bouts of autism aside" way. i wish ward was about aisha. fuck vicky i want an entire book about aisha. everythign ever should be about aisha. extremely underrated undersider. i wish i was autistic about aisha instead of alec so i could inspire an Aishaposting Renaissance on wormblr instead of just an alec one. we should set wildbow's car on fire once for every Wildbow Moment involved in the writing of aisha laborn. also i should clarify. most worm fandom takes about the undersiders are incorrect in general, so i'm defining "fandom" here as just wormblr and not the broader worm fandom--wormblr generally understands miss aisha laborn imo

brian:

every time i think too hard about the way wildbow fucks up writing brian i morph into a man literally too angry to die. there's soooo much interesting shit there and then he just fully forgets to make any of it relevant. Gnawing On His Leg Like A Rabid Dog. i Love brian he's one of the top characters ever. there's something about an exceedingly normal guy who isn't Actually normal but Thinks he is because everyone else is so much weirder than him that's so funny and endearing. i wish his life didn't suck so much but also i love watching how much it sucks. we should all post about him more. i intend to get a phd in brian laborn upon worm reread.

[moimoimoinnnn]

Welcome ladies and gentlemen give it up for the band Hi we'Re the Ban dmy name is Jayho and this is my friend Sung Bun we are from South Korea and we will be one of Koreeas favorite band ever oR TAHT IS OUR GOAL ANYWAY WE LET YOUD ECIDE AND BE SURE YOURE GONNA JUDGE WISELY. ;) WE RECENTLY GAVE OUT OR EP CALLED WHAT IS LOVE BUT COPURIGHT SO WE HAD TO CHANGE IT TN LOVE IS WHAT BUT IF YOU AKS ME ITS ALWAYS WHAT IS LOVE ALTHOUGH I KNOW IT OK I WAS ALWAYS PLAYING LOVELY DOVELY YES I SAID TAHT IN high school i wa sthe pumpkin spiced latte said cause i was half white but im not a basic bitch and yes i said was cause i died but got chrynofrozen and tgehn unfrosen back ti life it wa surreal i was not willing to do so but hey im bakc and now i dont understand why i wasnt willing to do so in the frst place. Anwyay my single dead and then undead was really popular

gee i winder hwy sung bin not round now i am talkning tomy fans 'bro your camera is turned off

more like on Minhjoo said when he came in th eroom

eight Minhoo can you scootsh back ok this is worse than that band with more than 84 memebers and still called them 84 what a world i know right but before we could continue our intelligent conversation the bus took a turn for the worse or a u turn we grabbed our seats but no too late i hit my head we all did and woke upin the hopsital not remembebirng a athing so we must learn how to be kpop stars all over again pretty much guys

so first of all the fan service can you do taht

well since minwhioo only love himself you should ask him that if he could hey self love is important mnot this much we all said

ok so

Kim PARK

CAN YO U PARK YOUR CAR

if tah s what yo uare gonna call it then yes

night pk get going guys and os we did we practisied dancing for four hours not five thank god and sang and everything until we couldnt talk literally lol

butn ot lol my throat hurts Minwhoo cried ill help you i said Thanks Kim Kimchi

tahts not my STAGE NAME AND NEVER WILL BE well what ever my pumpkin hey no tahts the other guy

i know he said adn kissed in the air to me

i but my hand in a way

no way i was getting kisses and def no t air kisses

they were more seriosu that anything

oro should isay cheerios and im niot saying that cause i ve been paid tp but we got pur paycheddk fro mcherrios so

Anyway we were lit liek our stage all in candles teh show was lit

And the nMinwhoo told me to get to the stage room

i felt like iwas in A drama Why would you call form e so unesxpectactly

well i have a request

ok

can you become my man

on nstage

catch you and stuff we already practised that wjen i jump you jump ok i know but i mea in bed

in bed

i was not sure what he meant

ok dont be so nervous he said take of your shirt what

kome here kimchi he said and began to undress

i looked at his abs they were marvelious

i felt hugnry no thirsty well both'

i couldt stop looking i was in awe

so much so that i got a boner akward i hadnt even started to undress

its ok i know him Minwhoo said

of COURRSE YOU TOO YOU SELF LOVER

WELL I CAN PLAY FOR THE OTHER TEAM AS WELL TOO HE SAID AND WE BEGAN TO KISS AND MAN IT WAS HOT MAKEOUT SESSION MY FAVORITE KIND OF SESSION. mY GOD YOURÉ GOOD I SAID DEFIENLTY NOT BAD YOURSLEF EITEHR

I CANT BELIEVE IUT WE WERE KISSING WE WERE SO NAUGHTY BIYS I MEAN UHUM MEN ANTWAY WHO LIEKS TO PLAY NICE ALL THE TIE EITHERWAY

SO WE WENT PON AND ON AND sEUNG bIN WALKED IN WHAT ARE YO UGUYS DOIN OK OK I SEE WELL I Knew you would be close but damn you´Re reall yclosoe thats cool btw

oh man icnat believe im saying this but Sung bin your nit Sung IN this story

sayonara OK KIM kIMCHI

Hey ilove that food

i thought you loved me Minhoo said and laughed i started to laugh to o we had a fun night that night filled with joy and lauughter;)

It wa sbetetr than our band called teh band so we were the band teh band or teh band band as our fans called us

[pilotheather]

k. finale time

ep 11 - dark water

preface this by me saying im doing dogshit right now so idk if im going to get through this ep in one go we'll see

again. kinda wish i saw these live. i bet the reveals in this finale were crazy. and again bugh... im thinking again about current who and sigh bc we're never gonna get that again are we. sorry i whined already. it was just nice to watch stuff with ppl even if youre, like, alone. now its just straight up alone. LOL.

like i dont even know what was happening at this time. do the reddit live reeaction threads exist from back then. did they know danny was abt to die right now. like was that leaked. im certain therre was missy speculation which speaking fo im excited to see her again. missy come home

like jesus fucking christ

WHY IS MADGE FREOM BENIDORM HERE I FORGOT SHEWAS LIKE CLARAS NAN HLEP ME sorry that took me out of it

CLARA YOU'RE SO FUNNY FOR THIS

THE WAY HE DOES NOT EVEN KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON IM GOING TO KILL MYSELF. "DANNY PINK IS DEAD." HE'S LIKE UM. AND? STOP. CHRIST.

why did it make the splunch.mp4 sound when she chucked it.

i think its funny. i still lowkey hate clara for season 7 and a lot of the... very irritating qualities written into her. but i am also kind of obsessed sometimes. i wish companions could be wretched cunts like this more often.

i keep thinking about how much i'd kill myself bass boosted if i did manage to actually off myself properly and there was still more. and if chris addison was the one there to tell me that.

hi missy

shes so funny shes so funny fo rhtis everything about missy is maybe the funniest fucking thing conceieved i need moffat desperately for this in retrospect this is such an insanely thing to do with the master but also shes just havbing fun

THE WAY SHE JUST JUMPS HIM LIKE CHRIST ITS SO GOOD

"My heart... Is maintained by the Doctor..." "Doctor... Who? 🤨" "... 🥺............... DOCTOR CHANG!!! 🤬"

i forgot how kinda dopey these cybermen looked

guys i miss the s10 finale

i need her so bad 👆

ep 12 - death in heaven

its funny i dont remember that much from this finale but comparatively i swear i rate it like. relatively highly as being pretty solid.

thats not saying jack shit so many of the finales are dog shit

OSGOODDDD YOUR RELENTLESS SLAYYYYY

"87. Ocd." help me.

i forget help why did you sedate him youre insane

the really dodgy fucking crowd outside saying the mos t obvious shit is making me giggle. also ilove this absolute bullshit scifi mumbo jumbo, even worse than usual, like i forgot they did it like this. like what the fuck are you talking about. the rain forming perfect metal suits around them. hang on does it have a name

https://tardis.fandom.com/wiki/Cyber-pollen

you're lying to me (<- he would later find out they said this in the episode)

i wish they'd done something with the designs to make it look more organic and to make it look like it literally grew over the corpses. i get that that would be more expensive but it would be tight as fuck. i love it when the cybermen lean into horror more.

why did they make him the president. its so messy.

clara just yapping

also classic fucking moffat giving his special little girl the same birthdya as doctor who fuck off man.

isnt it crazy how missy and 12 are so toxic yuri

its bewildering to me how danny is somhehow the only one that did not hit that fat delete button like i guess ok fin hes one of the last few in there but help me. is there really no one else. i guess if you simulate them ALL feeling eerything they would all jsut delete in the end but still

Permission to squee!

YOU, DOCTOR, ARE A HATER.

THE THANK YOU AND THE LITTLE KISS IS SO FUNNY

IT JUST SENDS ME INTO HYSTERICS THE WAY THIS WHOLE TIME CLARA IS JUST HUGGING HER METAL BOY TOY.

SOLDIERS

WE MUST FIGHT IN THE KILL YOURSELF WAR

EVERYONE. FLY UP AND EXPLODE RIGHT FUCKING NOW.

"All of it is on you." GIRL HE DID NOTHING

BRIGADIER JUST THERE LIKE EHRM. 🧍‍♂️

danny you are such a little angel baby pookie pecan pie with sprinkles and cherries

this is so fucking rough man

imagine if this was 12 and clara goodbye. help me. that would have been so funny

[livvynka]

Can i get your vote? Kamilah x Amy x Priya AU

Warning: SMUT, death threatening, harsh sexual activities, Angst, Putting Kamilah in her place, bit of a fluff?

I’m not native english speaker, feel free to correct me (i would be actually glad).

NOTE: Story is before Kamilah and Amy fall in love, when Amy tries get Priya's vote, so Lily can join Adrian's clan. Uff, this takes a lot from me. :D

Pairing: Kamilah x Amy x Priya

About 2430+- words.

Tag list: @fal-carrington @samanthadalton @vonda-b-real @drmmyrs @straightlikewetspaghetti @blaine-hayes @lizielasyd @mrskamilahsayeed @millasayeed @ntoraplayschoices @ilove-kamilah-sayeed @kamilah-is-queen @rhonda-sayeed @queenkamilah @domakir @kwaj115 @fundamentalromantic @somethindarker @crimsonvrose @glowriter @leenasayeed

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Amy has goosebumps just from the thought, she needs to visit and get to the good side of Priya's. She knows Priya is evil, and every good thing in her died a long time ago. But there is no way Kamilah or Adrian could break her so she does something nice for them. They are sitting in Adrian's office. Brainstorming plan how to get 4 votes, so Lily can live. Amy: "Alright, I pay her visit." Kamilah shoot stare to Adrian. Kamilah: "She's your pet. I don't care. But she gets all of you into this mess, so she needs to fix it." Adrian: "Kamilah be reasonable, she will not come back alive. You know Priya and her ´activities´..." Amy: "Kamilah is right. And there is no other way. She will send you to the hell in the moment you set your foot to her club."

Adrian: "No! We will find another way, I will not let anything to happen to you." Amy: "Maybe we will, but it will take a long time. And now, time is what we don't have. I already decide Adrian. And you cant change my mind. I'm going with or without your help." Kamilah: "Amy, she is going to break you. Don't underestimated her. Not every vampire is in control like us and our clans." Amy: "Now you care? You threaten to kill me, Kamilah! You can go back to your office, because you are not helping." Amy stands up and starts walking towards door. She stops with her hand on the handle. She takes a few deep breaths. Then she looks over her shoulder. Adrian put his head into his hands. He shakes his head and nod. Adrian: "We send someone, who will watch you from distance. If anything goes wrong, they help you." Kamilah straighten her back, clears her throat and began walk towards Amy.

Kamilah: "I'll escort you to her club. We need to talk privately." Adrian look between Amy and Kamilah with questions in his eyes. He feels there's great tension between them. He just don't know what kind of tension. It seems he wants to say something, but he just look to the opposit direction. Amy: "Great.. Yeah.... Thank you..." They got into her car. Kamilah drives Amy to the Paulus viewpoint. Kamilah exit the vehicle first, she opens doors for Amy and offers her hand. Amy decline and burst out of the car. Amy: "Why did you take me here? I need to meet with Priya! If you want to kill me, do it! Enough of your threats and shit talking about me all the time."

Kamilah: "You may be right, mortal. I don't care about you. But Adrian likes you. So listen to me, I will not repeat myself. I will help you out of this situation, who if I remember, you cause. But if this doesn't work out, and Adrian loses his life, because you put your con act and manipulate him to turn Lily. I'll kill you both without any hesitation." Amy is stressed out. Angry. Scared for her, Lily's and Adrian's life. This was the last button to push. She doesn't care if more than 2000 years old, strongest vampire on the earth, who can snap her neck in the velocity of light, stands before her. She slaps her hard and pushes her. Again, and again and again. She pinned Kamilah to the railing. Amy: "Ohh, really, Kamilah? Than do it, kill me! You are full of the bullshit! Drop this nonsense! You are hiding behind coldness, strength and rudeness. But we both know where is the truth! Deep inside, you are scared little girl, who is afraid of people leaving you, after they get to know real you! You are lonely and scream for the attention, affection and love! Deep inside, you want someone who will care about you, who will see the real you! Who will get you and stand by your side. So NO! I'm not afraid you. You care about people. Adrian may be the last being who likes you, and you know it. So you are losing your control, because he is the only hope for your humanity. Only thing which puts you in the line. The last thing to stops you from being monster. Be honest for second and show me some damn respect!" She catches Amy's hand when she wanted to push her again. Her jaw drops. She is right and they both now it. She stands there in shock.

Kamilah: "I-I..."

Amy: "That's what I though."

Amy free her hands from Kamilah's strong grasp and start walking towards the city. It's a few miles. This is going to be a long walk, but Amy doesn't care. She needs to clear her head. She feels connection towards Kamilah, but she is tired of her act and manipulation. Kamilah feel how tear slides down her cheek. Reality falls apart and she remembers how she sits alone in her pentahouse or office, trying to drink her mind off. She prohibited herself any kind of connection after what she done in past. After so much pain she causes.

After centuries someone sees through her like she was a plate of glass. She closes her eyes and tried gain her control back. After a while she enters her expensive car and follows Amy. It does not take long, she finds her walking angrily in abandonen path.

Kamilah: "I'm sorry Amy. Please get into the car, I'll drive you to the Priya's club. It's not safe in the night here."

Amy: "I'm fine. Just go away." Kamilah: "Don't be stuborn, you were right about everything. Let me take you to the Priya's club, now for real. I know I upset you, but it takes hours from here, by walking.

Amy sight and listen, she gets into the car and turn to the window with her hand fold above her stomach. She is looking at the night New York. Amy: "What can Priya do to me?"

Kamilah: "She is a real monster. She will promise you a lot of things. She makes you feel special for short quantity of time. In the second she gets enough of you or gets bored, she will probably kill you. Her games, no human can survive. People disapear or they found them dead." Amy: "At least she is attractive. I will have a nice view when she dries me suck and I will die for someone I care about." Kamilah narrow her eyes at the girl, sitting besides her. Kamilah: "We won't let that happened. You need to get out of there if she tries something. We still can get Baron's vote." Amy: "He is even worse. Priya wants to play games, but her ego destroys her once. What she doesn't know, I'm good at playing games."

Amy: "Kamilah, I'm sorry about what I said earlier."

Kamilah's brows quirk. She thinking about hers next words.

Kamilah: "Don't be. Perhaps it was bold to say those things, but you were right. Noone was brave enough to tell me before..." Kamilah drive Amy to the Priya's club and wish her luck. Amy didn't wait a long line and walk towards the bouncer. Amy: "Priya will accept me immediately." Bouncer: "Oh, are you her snack? Tell me your name, I check the list." Amy tells her name to the bouncer. He calls for his colleague and they escort Amy right to the Priyas V.I.P. room. Priya is wearing a black minidress, with gold stripes and a red high heel boots. A lace from the dress covering only a little bit of her skin, it's really tight dress. She talks with another vampires. Some of them Amy knows from the Council meeting. It takes only few second before Priya sensed Amy. She shoot glare directly to Amy. Priya: "Well, well, well. Look at who's decided do choose better company."

She kissed Amy at both cheeks and hugs her tightly. Priya may be a monster, but she is also very attractive. When Amy feels how close is Priya's body presses to hers, she gasps. Her heart skips a few heartbeats. Priya smirk and look at the girl before her with amusement.

Amy: "Hi Priya, I need to talk with you. Privately." Priya: "Ohh!" She clapped her hands together enthusiastically and murderous smile appear at her face. Amy rolled her eyes. Priya: "I love where is this coming. Follow me." They enter a private elevator what is connected directly to the Priya's apartment. When the door close Priya immediately catch Amy by her sides, other hand searching to find a way under Amy's shirt. She runs a nail along Amy's stomach harshly, and cut a line on her belly, blood appears immediately. Amy let out a moan. Priya kiss her with hunger. Amy pauses the kiss and walk a few steps away. Her heart is beating fast. Priya attract her, but she is also very dangerous. Amy is trying to cool down and put hand in the air between them, to make some space. Amy: "I'm here only to talk." Priya: "Don't lie, I hear your heart, it's like it explode any moment."

Amy: "Priya... I need your help with something, hear me out." They exit the elevator, and Priya pour them a glass of expensive red wine. They sit on the leather couch. Priya grab Amy by her thigh and pull her close. She is drawing a circles at her thigh. Priya: "Well?" Amy: "Someone of your kind attacks my friend..." Priya: "Of my kind?!" Amy: "Vampire... My friend, Lily... She was dying... So I ask Adrian to turn her. I got you envelope, he is calling a Council meeting. We need your vote." Priya: "HA! Adrian breaks rules for some human?"

Priya: "You get my vote under one condition. You stay with me and become my little kitten." Amy: "No way, I want to live at least for next 50 years, Priya. One night, no killing, no turning. No ripping parts of my body." Priya: "Oh, I will have so much fun! Alright then. After I do to you, you will have no thoughts of leaving." Amy: "I am going to regret this. Am I? I accept." Priya: "Very well." She kisses Amy and guides her to stand up from the sofa. Her hands sliding at Amy's arms. Making way to tangle their fingers while Priya dominate Amy's tongue. Priya: "Now, I want to hear your heart race, your moans fills the room. And I have a very good idea." Before Amy opens her mouth to say something, she is back in flash with sex harness. Its black leather metal restrains for neck and wrists. Amy let out a long sigh and look directly at Priya's eyes. Amy: "Seriously Priya?" Priya: "I'll enjoy this my little kitten." She doesn't waste any time and free Amy of her cloths. She is completely nude. Before she can protest Priya restrain her into the harness and with the swift move settle Amy into near chair. She spread her kneese and push her toward the edge of the luxury seat. She kissed her again, but not for long. She continues to Amy's neck and bite, she inserts two fingers inside Amy. Amy sees how colors spread before her eyes. The pain and pleasure made Amy arch her back a bit. Her breath quickens when suddenly she feel another finger thrust in. A moan escapes her lips. She tried to hold onto something, but the harness blocking her movement. She almost can't take it. Amy: "FUCK, PRIYA!" Priya continues in her murderous pace and drinking Amy's blood. Amy vision goes blur. She doesn't know if its from the pleasure or the blood lost. Amy: "You dry me suck Priya! STOP!" But Priya continues. She starts to fuck Amy again and moves to her shoulder. She bites her again and sucks her blood like it's the best food she ever has. She bites her side, drink a little bit, then stomach, and finally she sucks her vulva. Amy let out very loud moan and rock against Priya. When Amy's orgasm come to close Priya moves again, to her thigh. She drinks Amy's blood again. Amy yell by the pleasure Priya giving her and from the pain.

Amy: "Priya! I am close!" Priya: "Let go my beautiful kitten." Priya pump into Amy with vampire strenght and speed. She can't even breath properly. She arch her back, the harness slightly choke herself, her wrist miss oxygen, but she doesn't care. After few moments she crashed so hard. Amy: "PRIYA! FUCK! OHMYHOD!" Amy lost her consciousness, from blood lost and pleasure Priya gives her. Priya stands up and clean her face from Amy's juice.

Priya: "Ha! They will be pissed, especially Adrian and grandma. Th-."

In that moment doors flew open and Kamilah make her way to the Priya. Kamilah is standing her, her twin daggers holding close.

Kamilah: "What about we just kill you?"

Priya: "Wait! Just take her!"

Kamilah: "Smart choice, Lacroix."

Kamilah hide her daggers and undress her maroon blazer. She free Amy of the leather - metal harness and wrap Amy into blazer. She pick her up, holding her close, but carefully.

Kamilah: "You are not allowed to touch her again."

Priya: "Whatever, after this night, she comes back voluntarily."

Kamilah: "I expect ´aye´ from you, tomorrow. And even if she comes back by her choice, you will hand her over to us, immediately."

Without hearing answer, Kamilah exit the building.

Kamilah: "You got yourself into serious mess Amy."

Amy wakes up and nuzzles to Kamilah's neck.

Amy: "Kam?"

Kamilah: "Shh. You are safe and alive."

Amy: "I was imagining you whole time. While she was doing, what she was doing."

Amy falls alseep again. Kamilah stops for the moment and look at that small, fragile human. She don't know what she should think about this. But she decide to ignors it. She carefully put Amy at back seats and drive her to her pentahouse, where she clean Amy's wounds. She lay her onto her bed and with intention watch her till she wakes up, lay besides her. Amy lookes so calm. Soon she falls asleep to.

Amy wakes up in the morning. She is laying on top of Kamilahs chest. Kamilah is holding her close, only in underwear, Amy is only in Kamilah's blater. She tried to stand up, but Kamilah is holding her too strongly.

She nuzzle to her cheek with her nose, while stroking her silk hair between her fingers.

Amy: "Kamilah? Wake up"

Kamilah: "Hmm, no, you are not going anywhere."

Amy smile at the old vampire and lay at her chest again.

Amy: "Okay then"

They both continue sleep. And for once, both can sleep peacefully.

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END.

[t4tbruharvey]

two face &&&& someone of ur choice <3

HI BESTIE ILOVE YOU

two face (and mostly harvey):

realistic headcanon: really tall and broad and some of the other attorneys used to think (privately, in the safety of their own homes) that he moves like a fucking great white shark.

this still applies but it's not really as intimidating anymore because like his entire friend group is scary anyway? and they all know like, five mob bosses he's not fucking special for being tall

unrealistic but funny headcanon: this one WAS going to go in the 'unrealistic but idc abt canon' category but i remembered that the second one also had 'funny' attached and this one makes One Single Canon Event absolutely hilarious so: he's trans.

now, while this isn't funny in and of itself, obviously, you have to bear in mind that there was this one time in the comics where

(i've mentioned this before but by GOD will you all hear it again)

where harvey's ex-wife, gilda, now remarried to a guy named paul janus (y'know. the roman god with two faces? that guy)

has kids and- hang on.

ok so a reason harvey supposedly believes their marriage failed is NOT 'he was in an acid attack and then went on a crime spree' but instead 'he failed to give her children'.

so she has TWINS specifically now that she's remarried and he's Convinced they're his.

which is already really funny if he's trans because like can you imagine another rogue trying to like sit him down and explain how reproduction works.

like as gently as possible harvey, i mean this SO so nicely, that's not... um. it's not possible?

but anyway he kidnaps the twins and then they're returned

but IT TURNS OUT they ARE his kids which is just sooooo funny if he's trans because it means that gilda was like 'you know what, i really want to have my ex husband's biological kids. yes i know he's a serial killer i don't care' and then did like the bone marrow thing or something WITHOUT TELLING ANYONE like it's soooo funny to me

"heart crushing and awful" headcanon: put off writing this one because his whole character is sad? i think that like in the months leading up to his mum's death (which i hc to be when he was 15) he sort of lost the support of all his friends? he was in a private school and he was maybe starting to realise that being a girl wasn't entirely Right but he was in a group with a lot of rich girls who were kind to their own but horrible to anyone else. and as his mum's illness got worse he stopped being able to tolerate their kind of 'fun' hangouts and retreated into himself and they kept getting on his case about it and eventually he snapped and got in a huge fight with them and then he didn't have any friends anymore, and then he didn't have a mother anymore.

"unrealistic but i don't care about canon" headcanon: paramore stan

one of my choice: rick jones

realistic headcanon: this is not hashtag deep at all but he has freckles all over his face and is naturally dark blond which is why he dyes his hair Bright Red

unrealistic but funny headcanon: hates spiderman when spiderman is allowed into the avengers because what the FUCK, man, I'M supposed to be the young witty adorable trans guy what the fuck there can't be TWO he's STEALING my ecological niche, bruce! i'm gonna be out of a job!

"heart crushing and awful" headcanon: hmm like there's a lot you could maybe say here but i'm going to go with, like, he witnessed his parents' death? this technically is me not caring abt canon but whatever. local headlines like "couple die in car crash, leaving 8 year old daughter an orphan" or something bc they lived in a small town I Assume and part of the headcanon is the car crash like i think that's sad

"unrealistic but i don't care about canon" headcanon: paramore stan but since the beginning this time. he picked up their first cd When It Came Out on a whim and it blew his mind. he'd previously only listened to like... take me home country roads and bruce springsteen and stuff bc he was insecure about not passing so he overcompensated with a typically 'manly' music taste. anyway paramore stan

[sunseteyes]

hello! Can I req prompt 3,4,25 (light) for Shinobu from kny? Tysm and have a nice day :>

prompt 3. “Open your eyes! Please!”

prompt 4. “Please don’t go.”

prompt 25. “I know it hurts, but please hold on.”

shinobu saves lives. she knows it and she’s proud of it.

but sometimes, it becomes a burden too.

because with saving lives, she could also kill them too, even without motive or intention to do so.

healers can be killers too. 

you, on the other hand, always trusted shinobu. even with your constant trip to butterfly estate, you were calm.

“i believe in you.” your smile was very dreadful for shinobu. because with that gentle curve plastered on your lips whenever you look, speak, and is just simply with her, shinobu feels like there was a poison crawling in her veins, towards her heart. then it travels to her arteries as an antidote, making her feel illuminated, as if some kind of bright light had passed through her insides, brightening them up and making them feel pleased. 

“i’m glad that you trust me that much, (y/n)-san. but with the amount of times you’ve been here, i might just think you’re purposely injuring yourself to have me tend to you every time.” she tried teasing you.

but she was teased back.

“and what if i was?” you peer your eyes at her, your innocent smile making everything else worse as that she felt that familiar poison crawled inside of her again. this happens most of the time.

actually sometimes, shinobu was debating whether she’d be flattered or flustered. either way, these feelings should not matter to her.

but it does. it clearly does.

she’s strong, she knows she’s a strong woman, one that kanae had always praised her. and she believes kanae, whatever she says.

so when your body came to the butterfly estate, covered in a color that she believes she had always hated, she was terrified. she felt weak, feeble, frail. because just by the sight of your bloody figure, her calm composure disintegrated like how a demon would die the moment you decapitate or poison them.

the smile on her face disappeared but there was one on yours as you reached onto her hands--her cold, frozen hands that only warmed up when you held onto it, despite your state. 

“i believe in you, shinobu.” 

those words echoed in her head as she frantically held onto your hand, crimson staining her own as aoi came to help her tend to your wounds, so as you won’t lose more blood.

but your body couldn’t handle it.

because she just found out that you were poisoned.

stupid! shinobu cursed to herself, her eyes steeling in disappointment and remorse. 

it was a good thing she has an antidote, and just as she was injecting it to you, you stopped her.

“i... i don’t think i can survive, shinobu...” your eyes fluttered and she immediately perk up, leaning close to you.

“no... no (y/n) don’t you dare. open your eyes! please!” she was shaking as she finally injected the antidote, not even mattering if it would be a waste or not. 

shinobu clutched into your hands with her small ones, praying on the inside and pleading on the outisde.

no... she can’t allow this.

“i know it hurts, but please hold on.” she whispers close to your hand as she brought it close to her mouth, landing a soft kiss on it, her eyes still locked onto your face, focused if the antidote was working.

it wasn’t.

“please... please don’t go.”

there was a heavy weight in her heart, one that she will always feel whenever there is someone who dies in the engawa. she never would have imagined the next one would be you.

a lone tear smoothly dropping by her cheek, just like the emotions she had always hid for a very long time right after her sister’s death. 

sadness. 

she was always angry--angry at every demon and especially the one who had been the reason for kanae’s death. but this time, she still is angry, but she doesn’t know who to blame anymore.

was it the demon that poisoned you? you who were reckless and impeccable? or her that had forgotten to check if you were poisoned or not?

either way, it wouldn’t bring you back. you became one of the casualties here in engawa, those she failed to save--those she killed.

and she became angrier than she was before.

i know i said i can only make 1-2 prompts per character but.... it just fits so much! so maybe thisis an exception~ hehe. ilove shinobu too much >,< feel free to send more requests~

event links: prompts and masterlist

[stressedkitkatttt]

You’re Beautiful

Okay, so an Erick story wasn't even on my list to do, but this request is coming before any of the other stories. So first off, happy early birthday to your friend! Lucky duck, my birthday is still two months away... Secondly, this fic contains dark themes, such as mentions of rape and attempted suicide. If any of these things are triggering to you, or you can't handle these types of things, please do not read this story.

If you, or someone you know, has been through a traumatic event, is contemplating suicide, or anything of the sort, I recommend you check out this post here - Helplines. I want my viewers to know that I do care about you, even if we don't know each other. You all matter. I have been through some shit and I know how much it can mean for someone to just say that they care. I write stories to help deal with the stresses of life and to think that they may brighten some of your guy's day, it makes me even happier. You are all so strong and so beautiful.

Word Count: 3.1k (once I got into the feels, I stayed in the feels)

Warnings: the reader is a rape victim, reader has tried suicide(I don't go into detail about these things, but they are mentioned), PTSD/reader has nightmares, reader has a hard time accepting herself, Erick being a truly awesome human being, fluffy smut(it’s short but I hope the fluff makes up for it), I cried a little while writing this... I also got carried away but I am proud of it

Anon: Hi, can u make an Erick fanfic where the girl was a rape victim and she's like scared and self concouis, and then Erick help her. U know, something like a sweet fluffy smut. Its for a friend and her birthday is next week. Can u do it pls?.Ps Ilove u writing!😉❤️

DISCLAIMER: Do NOT  think it is okay to take my stories and post them somewhere else without my EXPLICIT PERMISSION. Do NOT  think it is okay to take anyone else's stories and post them somewhere else without their EXPLICIT PERMISSION. Giving credit does NOT count as permission. You may reblog my stories, you may NOT repost my stories without MY PERMISSION.

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It's dark. The street lamps only light up so much of the street, and even less in the alleyways. You look around, seeing an empty street, a faint sound of a bass and music could be heard from a couple of blocks down. This place looks very familiar. You begin to walk down the sidewalk, towards the sound of the music, yet you soon notice that the sidewalk seems to stretch on and on. You continue to walk for what seems like hours and yet, the music stays the same distance, still faint and far away.

You try to move off of the sidewalk yet you can't, almost like an invisible force was keeping you there. As you continue to walk down the never-ending sidewalk, you pass the same alleyway that is pitch black, the light from the street lamps unable to penetrate the darkness after a certain point. The more you pass the alleyway, the more a growing fear settles beneath your skin. The feeling continues to grow, almost like you're being watched.

You keep walking, something compels you to look down the alleyways. At first, there was nothing but darkness in them. Then there was a faint silhouette that grew closer and closer to the entrance of the alley each time you passed it. You tried to turn around, to stop, to run, but you couldn't. You keep on walking, your heart is beating loudly and your fear clearly visible now. When arms as dark as onyx grab you and drag you into the dark abyss of the alley, you try to scream but nothing comes out.

You're slammed against a brick wall, knocking the wind from you, and you're stunned. Looking up, you catch a glimpse of the assailant. You could see his face clear as day despite the darkness. His dark eyes, his crinkled nose, his lips, which curled into a wicked grin as he held you down with ease. You try to call for help but his hand came down over your mouth, muffling any noise. You close your eyes as he slowly brings his head down and begins to whisper your name.

"Y/N. Y/N. Y/N!"

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You open your eyes and scream, looking around wildly as the alleyway and the man fade from your vision and are replaced by a mutely-toned bedroom, dimly lit by a bedside lamp. Your boyfriend, Erick, was next to you on the side of the bed, gently calling out your name.

"Turn on the lights!" You gasp out and Erick quickly gets out of bed and runs to the light switch, turning on the bright lights. You look around the room once more, pinching your arm just to be sure that this isn't a dream. You begin to shake and a rush of emotion crashes over you, making you curl up into yourself and cry. Erick comes back over and places himself beside you, making sure he's not on top of you.

He lets you cry it out, feeling helpless as he watches you go through another episode. He wants to hold you in his arms but he also knows that it could make your episode worse. Some time passes and you finally stop crying and shaking, taking deep breaths and looking up at Erick. You almost throw yourself at him and he holds you against him, letting you cry a little more as he gently rocks you. Soon, you're relaxed and breathing in his scent. You finally pull away and look him in the eyes.

"Erick, I'm so sorry about -" You try to apologize but he cuts you off.

"You have nothing to be sorry for." He rests his forehead against yours, hands gently rubbing your back. You try to speak again but your voice fails you and you cough, the scream from earlier made your throat dry and raspy. "Want me to get you some water?" You nod and he gently lets you go, getting up and walking out into the hallway.

You grab some pillows and prop yourself up, thinking about the events still fresh in your mind. The man's face still haunted your vision years after the fact. Every time you closed your eyes, even to blink, you could still see his dark eyes and sick smile. It's crazy to think about how one person can ruin your life. Even though it happened a couple of years ago, the wounds are still fresh. And the PTSD nightmares seem to be like putting salt in the wounds like your mind doesn't want you to forget what happened. Though over the years you've been having fewer nightmares, it's something that will forever haunt you.

Your hand unconsciously runs up your wrist, feeling the scars, forever a reminder of the times you tried to end your pain. More tears prick your eyes just as Erick comes back with a glass of water. You take it from him and take small sips, the cold water feeling good against your throat. You place it on the nightstand when you're finished and you sit in silence with Erick. You scoot closer to him and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close.

In the silence, you're brought down memory lane to the first time you met Erick. After the incident, it left you feeling hollow and emotionless, pulling you into a deep depression that you thought nothing could pull you out. Your parents had finally convinced you to go outside, just down to a small cafe where your best friend since kindergarten worked. It was the first place, besides your home, where you felt semi-safe. Though it would be a while before you felt safe going out in public again alone, it was a step in the right direction.

You remember you were scrolling through your phone that faithful day, wrapped up in a blanket when movement in front of you caught your eye and your head snapped up. Your best friend was standing in front of the table with a green-eyed stranger. Your friend introduced you to Erick, and at first, you were a little panicked. He asked if he could sit down and you didn't reply. Eventually, you gave a little nod and he grabbed a chair, sitting across from you. You both were silent. You kept your head low but your eyes were trained on him like a hawk.

He began to tell you about himself and what he did, what his hobbies were, and some crazy stories he had from traveling with his buddies. It got to the point where you were actually looking forward to going to the cafe. Even if you didn't talk, you grew to love his stories, his voice was very soothing and it made you relax for the first time in years. You were sad when he wasn't at the cafe, but when he came back, he had a ton of new stories to tell you. Eventually, he was able to sit next to you, showing you some photos of the places he traveled and funny videos.

Then one day, he was sharing a story about him and his buddy Chris doing something stupid when you looked up at him. He was deep into his storytelling, which was normal for him, and didn't notice your stare for a few minutes. When he did, he looked at you with a brow raised.

"Y/N." Your voice was so quiet, but the slight movement of your lips told him you had said something. He looked at you in shock, and even your friend from behind the counter had whipped their head around like they somehow had super-hearing and heard what they thought was their imagination. In the year since he was first introduced to you, you had never spoken a word to him. You took a deep breath in and spoke a little more clear. "My name is Y/N."

He was shocked and didn't say anything for a minute. When he finally got snapped from his trance, he smiled and reached out a hand, "I'm Erick." You looked at his hand for moments, silently making him second guess his choice to do that, before you took your own hand and gently shook his. And that was the moment you had formally introduced yourself. You remember going home that day with a small smile on your lips and your parents had broken down crying. You began to get more and more comfortable with him. He made you feel like you again.

And the rest is history, leading up to where you are now, smiling, wrapped up in the arms of the man that saved you. Erick looks down and notices the smile on your lips, making him smile in return.

"What are you thinking about amor?" He asks, gently running a hand through your hair.

"Oh, you know... Just the first time we met." You reply. Saying that out loud made you realize that you never really told Erick about what happened. Your friend had filled Erick in on a vague description of, "She's been in an accident, so just go slow." You had eventually told him what that accident was, but now you figure that you've been together for a little over a year, he should at least know the truth. The whole truth.

"Hey Erick, I don't think I've ever said thank you."

"For what?" He sits up a little straighter.

"For everything. I don't think you realize how much you've helped me. I probably wouldn't be here because of you." He looks at you now. "I think... I'm ready to tell you what happened."

"You don't have to..." He trails off, a little unsure.

"I want to." He nods after a moment and gets himself comfortable. You take a deep breath and open up about the incident; telling him how you tried to kill yourself twice before you met him, and how the first time you had met him, you had made a pact to kill yourself by the end of the week. You tell him how in that first week, he, still a complete stranger to you, had changed your mind. He lifted you from this dark place your mind had gone to and helped you fight off your demons.

You explain how much he helped you and how you weren't the only one thankful for saving you, bringing up the memory of the first time you brought Erick to your family's house and how your mom had hugged him and cried, saying "Thank you" over and over. By the end of it, you could see his eyes glossing over and a few tears escape.

He suddenly looked up at you and pulled you in for a tight hug, whispering "I love you" over and over. Once he had calmed down, tiredness had both of you yawning every few seconds. "Let's get some sleep, yeah?" He said, and you nodded. Getting into some new clothes for the night, and turning off the lights, you lay down and Erick wraps his arms around you, making you feel safe and secure. Almost instantly, you both are asleep soundly.

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Sun shines through the blinds, lighting up the mutely-toned room rather brightly. You can see the light coming through your eyelids and you groan in protest to the daylight, turning around and snuggling close to Erick's chest. He adjusts to the change in your position and snuggles closer to you. Though you were tired from last night's episode, and you're pretty sure Erick is as well, you know now that the light had been shined in your face, you wouldn't be able to go back to sleep.

Deciding to prolong the inevitable, you relax into Erick's embrace. You didn't have any more nightmares, and you think it's due to the fact that Erick never let you go from his embrace, not that you're gonna complain. Having no nightmares and getting to snuggle against someone you love? It's a shame you can't do it twenty-four seven.

Erick has yet to wake up and you slowly start to drift off when a pang from your bladder alerts you. You groan softly and open your eyes slowly. Looking up a little, you're met with Erick's peaceful face. Another pang reminds you and you'd hate to leave him. Slowly, you move his hands from around you and he shifts, getting comfortable again, still not awake. You quickly make your way to the bathroom and when you're finished, you walk back to the bed and sit down on the edge.

You reach a hand over and comb it through his dark hair, noticing a small curve of his lips. He opens his emerald eyes, practically glowing in the sunlight, and looks at you. You smile in return and notice when he shifts, there's a tent in his boxers. You raise a brow.

"Need any help with that?" You ask teasingly. He laughs and runs a hand through his hair.

"Only if you're comfortable amor..." He trails off. Another thing you fell in love with was that Erick never pushed you to do anything. If you felt even the slightest bit uncomfortable, he would stop whatever it was and calm you down. You get on the bed and crawl over to him, your body hovering slightly over his.

"I'm comfortable with it..." You look into his eyes before you slowly start leaning in, as did he. Your lips meet and it's a slow kiss, Erick's hand coming up to your face and cupping it gently. He slowly begins to sit up and he lays you down on the bed. Getting comfortable beside you, he makes a trail of kisses down to your neck and ghosts his lips over your sweet spot, making goosebumps rise and you giggle. "Erickkk," you draw out his name.

He smiles and his hands begin to wander down your body, to your wrists where his fingers run over the scars. Your breath gets shaky and you try not to squirm. You always get uncomfortable when people stare at you because they notice your scars. You've even gotten some dirty looks from people like they're judging you even if they've never met you. But when Erick looks at them, it's like he doesn't judge. He knows they're a part of you and he accepts it. But there's always that voice in the back of your head that, even though it's small, can drag you back down into a dark place.

Erick knows you well enough to know that you're getting slightly uncomfortable. He sits up on his knees and brings up your hands up to his lips and kisses your wrists, looking at you with so much adoration and love. "You know your scars don't bother me, mami."

You don't know how long it had taken you to get comfortable enough to show Erick your body. Long-sleeved shirts and hoodies were your best friends for the longest time. But now you're actually comfortable wearing a t-shirt around the apartment, though still a little too self-conscious to go out in public. All in good time. Look how far you've gotten come already.

Seeing Erick look at you with such a genuine look, you couldn't help your heart from melting a little. When you were with him, you felt on top of the world. He made you feel like you again. He didn't see your body's imperfections. To him, you were perfect, even if you yourself couldn't see it yet.

Erick takes his time and slowly undresses you, making sure to tell you how beautiful you were and placing kisses everywhere. Soon, you're both naked and he lets you relax for a minute, knowing you're a little stressed.

"O-okay Erick, I'm ready..." You tell him. He nods and gets in position. You give him the go-ahead once more and he captures your lips before pushing in. You suck in a breath he makes sure you're okay. Before you know it, he's bottomed out and pecking your lips, waiting for you to tell him to move. Taking a deep breath, you're ready and you tell him. He pulls up and looks at you before he moves his hips.

He pulls his hips back and pushes them back in, creating a slow-burning fire in your lower belly. Erick keeps eye contact until the pleasure gets to him, making him lean his head down. You like the slow pace, which allows you to feel him and the pleasure he's giving you. Your hand finds his hair and you gently tug, making him groan and moan your name in return.

"Feel good, mami?" He mumbles against your neck. You nod and slowly lift your hips to meet his, sending him a little deeper, and making you shutter. Before you know it, he's brought you to the edge, and you just need that little push, which you receive when he brings a hand down and rubs your nub twice and you're sent over. He follows you seconds after and rolls off of you, heading to the bathroom and grabbing a rag and cleaning up the mess and going to throw the rag.

You never thought you'd open up to anyone like this, but it's crazy to think how sometimes all it takes is one person. Erick has done so much for you that you don't think you'll ever be able to repay him. He comes back and gets under the covers with you, pulling himself close to you and you both settle down. You glance over at him and he has a big smile on his face.

"What?" You ask.

"Nothing, amor, it's just that you're so beautiful. And all mine. I'm so lucky." He adds, pecking your cheek.

"Actually, I think I'm the lucky one." He smiles even wider. "You've actually done so much for me Erick, I don't think I'll ever be able to repay you."

"Well, you don't have to. Being with you, being able to share my life with you, is more than enough for me."

"Even with all my problems and imperfections?"

"You're so beautiful and so perfect Y/N. And if I have to say it for the rest of my life to get you to realize it, I will." That made your head turn and you were a little shocked. You were both young, and marriage wasn't on your list of things to do, but the thought of spending the rest of your life with him made butterflies in your stomach flutter and your heart skip a beat. One look into his eyes and you know he means what he said. You feel tears prick your eyes and you lean into him, basically cuddling against him like a koala.

"I love you, Erick," you whisper.

"I love you too Y/N."

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Random, Useless Headcanons | Accepting

i like how i keep labeling this meme as “accepting” when i have…. 260 of these right here.

1: Has he driven a car before? Yes. Should he be allowed to keep driving? No.

2: You know that “I’m washing me and my clothes!” vine? That’s Jane. It’s efficient.

3: If you gave him Cat Food he’d say it’s the best thing he’d ever tasted.

4: Before going to Poland to serve his time, he hired a sex worker. Her touch would be the last non-violent physical contact he would feel for the next 9 or so years.

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6: He donates a healthy sum of his paychecks to wild animal and veteran charities. 

7: Jane’s ‘friendship’ with Merasmus is the longest relationship he’s ever held.

8: Jane doesn’t believe in the number 8.

9: He doesn’t have any titty mags, but he does have tasteful pin-up for the inside of his locker.

10: He’s an excellent swimmer - but will sometimes forget to hold his breath. 

11: Getting Jane to imprint on you like a baby bird is really easy. Be strong, be patriotic, be funny, be determined. 

12: He trusts everything he’s told from someone he views as a friend.

13: He’s been on BLU before - it was brief.., a WAR! got started and ended. A few years went by and he was balanced to RED

14: Continuation of 13, it was… very easy to get him to believe he was always on RED team.

15: He loves fighting robots - but nothing compares to the feeling of a neck snapping in his hands.

16: He taught himself how to use every weapon he came across in Poland - it took a few years before he ran into a rocket launcher…. His life was changed from that moment onward.

17: His knowledge of the US military comes from tv and stories from veteran home he was forced to work at through his older years at the orphanage. (Outdated or complete bullshit.)

18: The liveliness of America is just one of the innumerable reasons he loves the country. Even things he hates (like.. war protesters/hippies) have this determination in them that makes him proud.

19: He’ll pick ear wax out of his ear, sniff it, grimace, and happily hold the finger out to somebody near him.

20: He only wants the best for you.

21: Getting him to realize he’s actually ended civilian’s lives is a conversation that would take over an hour. His brain has the wildest, irrationally rational excuses ever. (”Officer Miss Pauling, what I am about to say will SHOCK you; I was framed” will never make me not lose my mind. ilove him)

22: His moral compass is, admittedly, terrible, but he genuinely wants the best for people in the world.

23: Helping people, serving his country, that’s his goal. That all he wants out of life. He’s a cog in the machine of war and he loves it.

24: Consequences don’t exist in Jane’s world.

25: He’s so fucking bisexual. This headcanon is not useless at all.

26: Jane snores like a chainsaw - and will then be absolutely silent for spaces of minutes.

27: He never covers his face when he sneezes.

28: He’s very touchy feely - A way to make up for what he so clearly craves.

29: But god this man wants to be touched.

30: As much as Jane holds back on admitting to weakness, he’s also just a genuinely honest guy so simple prodding usually gets him to spill.

31: Jane has never purposefully manipulated someone in his life.

32: He’s only ever seen one movie. Well, more like registered he always zones out at some point. Sometimes starting the movie in a day dream and zoning back in to catch the ending. The movie he’s fully seen was watched through 3 separate sessions.

33: War films, what he does catch, always make him cry.

34: With everyone he meets; Jane immediately thinks of two things. How to kill them. And what to say when holding their guts into their dying corpse and crying to the sky.

35: He has no idea he’s beautiful.

36: Jane doesn’t have a self-effacing bone in his body.

37: He chews with his mouth open, and speaks with his mouth full. He’ll also snap at someone else to stop talking with their mouth full, it’s disrespectful.

38: Jane had a dream where he beat Communism and thought it was true for a whole year.

39: He’s not dumb on purpose. He has nothing to gain by making people think he’s an idiot, as far as he’s concerned. He acts like himself 24/7

40: Jane invented that song Fifty Nifty United States song that’s song in elementary schools.

41: You know those kiddie leashes? You could put one of those on Jane and he wouldn’t be, like, “Okay.” Try and run off and be like “What contraption is holding me here?!?!?!”

42: The answer to life, the universe, and everything is American Apple Pie

43: i just realized im gonna get to answer a headcanon 69 and got excited. UHH jane likes the color red.

44: Jane likes the color blue.

45: Jane likes the color white.

46: Jane loves all skin colors, anybody can be American.

47: Has he retained any American history? Haha. Ha. No.

48: Jane was taken out of elementary school for bad behavior, lack of attention, and general ruckus.

49: His orphanage never tried to send him back to any schooling. 

50: Jane was born July 4th, he doesn’t know that, despite claiming it.

51: He’s not an amnesiac - he’s never had a strong sense for long-term memories. 

52: God, he loves bread.

53: And also he loves taking everything Engineer says literally. He’s such a wise American.

54: Jane would absolute trollface and say “Problem?”

55: He would never say a slur.

56: Jane does not use fuck as a curse ever. He’ll say it, but like, to mean, y’know.

57: He’s a follower, don’t tell him that. He’ll get offended. 

58: Jane is convinced the President is the most powerful being in the world, and is also granted special powers.

59: Jane is progressive, baybee. He thinks dogs should vote!!

60: UNLESS IT HAS TO DO WITH WAR. Then he’s, like, a total bootlicker.

61: He’ll beat up racists in bars.

62: Jane really came alive during Grey Mann’s first robot attacks - for the second time he felt like he was protecting America and not some Very Important American Gravel. 

63: If Jane ever got sentenced to prison, he’d just serve his time.

64: He has Lawyer Powers given to him by magic, and he is not afraid to use them.

65: Besides Scout, he has represented himself, Lt. Bites, and the state of Tennessee in court.

66: He was a bad roommate, he genuinely thought Merasmus was an even worse roommate. 

67: Extreme Cold is a surefire way to trigger his PTSD. He doesn’t act all that different verbally, but he becomes entire still. Not even moving to shiver. It’s like he automatically transfers to late stage hypothermia.

68: Jane may have never played baseball, but he’s briefly been on a bowling team.

69: ayyyyy. Jane always returns the favor, if ya know what i mean.

70: I can’t tell you how much he can lift because I know nothing about fitness, but it’s a lot. And it’s impressive. 

71: Jane practices unsafe workout routines! It’s a miracle lifting without a spotter hasn’t killed him yet.

72: He makes up for his genuine stupidity with Pure Luck.

73: He’ll kill, he’ll maim, but he won’t assault. 

74: Jane’s favorite chocolate is Hershey’s.

75: He’s convinced Milton Hershey, founder of Hershey’s Chocolate, was a President despite him being alive in Jane’s lifetime.

76: Jane isn’t afraid of gay thoughts, never payed attention to period typical homophobia going on around him therefor never got a chance to develop it.

77: Jane would totally be the type of guy to see one of those Fireman Calendars and zone out staring at some dudes pecs and someone asks him if he’s okay and he’s like “I’m ogay.”

78: It’s a miracle, the first time Jane rocket jumped, his legs weren’t blown off. He was injured from the fall, surprised he’d gotten air at all. It was an accident and, while he’d never go to recreate it during his time in Poland, when he’d gotten hooked up to respawn and he saw all the high perches, the trick reoccured to him.

79: He loved Tavish so much

80: He was born in Tennessee, although he grew up in Wisconsin.

81: He’ll make odd little sounds - aborted sentences, thoughts lost to the depths of his brain. You can point them out and he’ll have no idea what you’re talking about.

82: He could have a possum mixed in with his raccoons and think it’s a raccoon.

83: He takes his Ranger Job very seriously. Just as serious as he does all his jobs. (So, you know. Not… very.) He is very enthusiastic at least!

84: He’s not empathetic at all, however energies at Large in a room really affect him. Chances are, if everyone’s in good favor, he’ll be really happy and relaxed - even if previously grumpy.

85: Jane can be really grumpy, that’s when his drill sergeant personality shines through - more often than not, he’s just a good natured loud patriot rolling with the punches of life.

86: He believes in the Judeo-Christian God, but also… believes the president is stronger than God? Sometimes? Depends on the situation. What is blasphemy haha?!?

87: Jane always wanted a puppy - meeting Bites, future Lieutenant, was like a dream come true to him.

88: Plus, he’d always liked raccoons - often responsible for tipping over dumpsters at his orphanage to help the little critters.

89: Jane can and will eat out of the garbage if not stopped.

90: He’s very passionate and strict about what he knows are fact (the issue is, facts can change pretty easily in jane’s head.

91: Good thing he has a helmet because Jane’s puppy-dog eyes are the sort that are clearly un-practiced and unintentional and thus made all the more soul-wrenching. 

92: He’s always surprised by doorbells.

93: Jane would never smoke weed of his own volition, but under the influence, everything would make So Much Sense to him.

94: I’m talking the wildest stoner sayings, that always are so structurally sound it’s scary.

95: This man loves cashews.

96: “Mm crunchy things.. good.” - Shared thought by Jane and Lt. Bites.

97: Lt. Bites likes to curl up on Jane’s stomach when he’s sleeping. Jane often wakes up with his face covered in scratches and fur in his mouth. Much like the Soldier, the Lieutenant isn’t quite a sound sleeper.

98: Fuck, like, he loves cashews so much? The texture is amazing.

99: Jane has no illegitimate or legitimate children.

100: Jane loves his team almost as much as he loves America.

101: IF YOU MADE IT THIS FAR scroll back up and read everything, LOSER otherwise… wow………you love soldier. me too…… 

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[pespy]

I just realized smth, The reason why I get uncomfortable or anxious or panicky when I watch Tangled. Like holy shit, Tangled Triggers me. WTF!? WHYYY?? ILOVE THAT MOVIE! I LOVE THE ANIMATION, THE STORYLINE, AND MOST OF THE CHARACTERS. BUT THE MOMENT MOTHER GOTHEL INTERACTS WITH REPUNZEL, I CANT WATCH IT. I NEVER KNEW WHY UNTIL THAT DISNEY MOTHERS POST!!!! (But fuck it, I’m still gonna watch it cause it’s quality shit!) Ok you can ignore me now LOVE YOU CW MUAH

(Heyyyyy, so this got really out of hand, so imma put a read more.

Warning: Talk of abuse, and as I’m not a professional in the matter—just a tiny bit of research and a lot of questioning—it wont be as accurate as I would have liked.)

Yeah, no, Mother Gothel sucks. Grade A trash.

But I think Disney did a fabulous job of showing how incredibly abusive, manipulative relationships can be and why they’re so difficult to get out of. But what I ADORE most about it, is that they showed that it’s completely possible to get out of it. They were willing to put a spin on a classic fairytale and reach out to abuse victims and let them know, “Yeah, the situation you’re in sucks, and you might not even realize how bad it is because of how—unfortunately—normal this has become, but if you’re willing to find help or help yourself, you can get out of this.”

And even better are the characters that bring it all to life and further reinforce that idea!

Rapunzel is blatantly the victim (V) in all of this. She’s stuck in an environment that she’s been drowning in since she was a baby, so she knows nothing else. She knows something isn’t quite right, but she’s been taught to follow directions or her abuser will lash out (hence why she’s so nervous asking Mother Gothel to go out to see the lights and why she panics so deeply when she disobeys her orders even when there is no one to show backlash quite yet). Thankfully, Rapunzel finds a way to escape the abuse, even if only for a little while, and she begins to fully process how wrong everything is. She still doesn’t know exactly how it’s wrong, but she knows something is. So she fights back, but only after going back, because “mother” (read as: abuser) knows best. “Mother” was right all along, and I can’t face any of this without “Mother”. So she goes back, but after even just a taste of what it’s like without the constant abuse, she knows something isn’t right. She knows that what she’s going through isn’t what is right, and so she fights back. She fights and she comes to realize that she deserves more than what she is being given because she doesn’t have to know how every thing works, because she is willing to sacrifice what she must if it means being able to realize her full potential, which is something Mother Gothel has never done for her or allowed her to do on her own.

Pascal is great because in this sense, he is the person that stays by V’s side, even when he can’t do anything to effectively get V out of this situation. The Vs of the world need supporters like Pascal because even if they can’t swoop in and save V from the abuse, they can always stay by V’s side and let them know that they will always be there, through the bad and the worse because V is worth sticking around for. Not every person is going to be capable of doing what needs to be done to save someone in an abusive situation, but staying by their side to keep them from falling into a hole of despair and self doubt and so many other possibilities is more than enough to keep them afloat as they wait for someone who can help them or learn to help themselves.

Another thing about abuse is that there will always be people that speculate and are too focused on their own thoughts to see the abuse. Maximus is that person. Throughout the movie, we see Max chasing after Flynn Ryder, and he becomes so engulfed in the capturing of or keeping an eye out for Flynn that he completely overlooks what’s happening with Rapunzel. Of course, that isn’t to say that it’s the speculator’s fault—things can be harder to pick up on to for some people—but that doesn’t change the fact that in a lot of cases, the signs or the cries for help would be more clear if they were willing to look past what they’ve decided was true on their own. Rapunzel speaks on many occasions on what is happening in her home life, but because Max is focused on solely Flynn, it doesn’t occur to him that something might truly be wrong until Flynn brings attention to it for him.

Oh, Flynn. Flynn Ryder, without a doubt, is my favorite character in this movie. He’s flawed and admits it and doesn’t let the way others view him change his compassion for them, even if it takes a little time for him to. Anyway, Flynn is the person V can rely on to make them realize just how important and capable they are. Flynn is the person that acts like V’s personal glasses and makes it clear that they are more than deserving of a place without abuse being a constant. Flynn is the person that saves V from their situation or makes V realize that they are strong enough to get out of the situation without relying on others to get them out. Flynn is a person or object or idea or outcome that makes V feel like they can be brave enough to get out of a crappy situation or can rely on someone they trust to help them escape it. Flynn’s character is all about making V come to the conclusion that the predicament that they are facing is one that they need to get out of, but to also realize that they don’t have to face it on their own because he’s there to make that transition as painless as possible if they can help it.

And then there’s Mother Gothel…. If you couldn’t tell, Mother Gothel is the abuser, but what I think that needs to be noted here, is that she isn’t physically violent. At least, not until the very end when Rapunzel finally stands her ground against everything Gothel puts her through. No, up until then, the only attacking she has ever done is to Rapunzel’s mind. For example:

-“Mother knows best”

-“Stop, no more, you’ll just upset me”

-“Me, I’m just your mother, what do I know?I only bathed, and changed, and nursed you”

-“I’m just saying ‘cause I love you”

And this is all in a single song. Now, I get that these probably don’t sound terrible, but with a little context, it all makes sense. Gothel only ever says “Mother knows best” when Rapunzel wants to do something she doesn’t approve of. You want to go outside? Sorry, it’s dangerous. You want to go on your own? Can’t let you do that. You want to leave me forever? Most definitely not because “Mother knows best.”

In the second and third of the lines listed above, Gothel is using emotional manipulation. If she makes Rapunzel focus on not making her “upset,” Rapunzel won’t have enough time to realize that the only one really hurt is herself. Plus, using the argument of having raised her uses the fact that she’s taken care of her her whole life as a ruse for dictating everything for her own gains. She’s making Rapunzel feel bad for wanting to do anything on her own by giving examples of instances in where she had no choice but to rely on Gothel, so she has nothing else to compare it to.

In the lines right before the final quote, Gothel was insulting Rapunzel. “You’re too chubby, you’re a ditz, you’re too gullible.” Nonetheless, Gothel tries to appease it all with an “I love you!” It’s almost along the lines of her telling Rapunzel, “Hey, you’ll never be good at this because of x, y, and z, but I love you so much, and isn’t that enough to let me do everything you can’t? Rely on me!”

Along those lines, another thing I noticed is how we, as an audience, are constantly being force fed that she is called “Mother Gothel,” not because she’s Rapunzel’s real mother but because she has to make that appearance seem real. A lot of times with abusers, they force others to see them in a certain light—whether to hide that they’re abusing or some other secret—and by doing so, it becomes hard for people to see them in the shadows that they really wallow in. That’s why it takes Rapunzel so long to realize that Gothel is treating her the way she is; she’s been living with the idea of Gothel being her mother, her caretaker, her rock for so long that it becomes even harder to see her as someone who has been manipulating her emotions and mentality since she was little.

I don’t know, that Disney mothers post has been making me think as well, so this was nice to let out. It’s honestly trash, and probably not as thought out as it could be, but these are just my thoughts. I was going to delete it, but it took almost 30 minutes to get all of this down, so I thought I’d just keep it.

Also, Tangled is one of my FAVORITE Disney movies! The characters and detail and music all come together in such a beautiful way and it makes me so happy to watch, and I love all of it!!!!! So much!!!!!

I’m glad you realized the root of that anxiety, Birdie. It tends to help. At least, it’s a big step towards learning how you as a person need to cope with that situation. And you’re incredible, so you will find a way! Mwah! ❤️👌

[writeyouin]

Hey there! Could you write something about the reader sharing their first kiss with V? Extra points if they kiss him beneath the mask.

V X Reader – Doubt

A/N – Sorry this is late, sotired.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

The 1st of November.The 2nd of November. The 3rd of November. Slowly, thedays were creeping closer to V’s plot, leaving just one more year before thehopeful revolution he’d planned. When you were at Lark Hill, the revenge heoften screamed of inspired you, filling you with the same rage he held. Yet, asthe years with him crept on, your anger subsided, leaving only questions in itswake. What would be the death toll of this plan? Would it really make the worlda better place? If you helped V, would it just make the two of you as bad asthose in power? Although these thoughts often clouded your mind, you hadn’ttold V yet; how could you? He was so bent on revenge, you were sure he’d throwyou out and you couldn’t bear the thought of leaving him.

You sat in front of Valerie’sportrait, wishing so much to talk to the woman who kept both you and V goingduring your long days in hell. While there, you re-read Valerie’s letter,though you could recite it by heart now; it felt better to hold the fragilepaper, it was like carrying her with you.

‘But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when Itell you that even though I do not know you, and even though I may not meetyou, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you: I love you. With all my heart.I love you.’

“Oh Valerie,” You whispered. “Youwere there at the start, when things had only just started getting bad, if anyonehad a reason to spread hate it was you, so how? How did you use your lastminutes spreading love?”

Valerie’s eyes in the poster werealight, that was the happiest time of her life and it clearly showed, makingyou feel all the worse about the hatred you’d harboured for so long.

“I don’t think I can do itValerie. I have to tell him.”

“Tell me what?” V’s sophisticatedvoice rung behind you, making you jump up.

“God V, you gave me a heartattack,” You cried out, facing him.

V chuckled, “I’m sorry (Y/N), itwasn’t my intention to frighten you.”

“How long have you been standingthere?”

“Not long enough evidently, youhave something to tell me?”

Now the moment had arrived, youfelt your heart seize; under pressure, could you really tell him? Sensing yourhesitation, V stood next to you, admiring Valery and the tranquillity shebrought. With her there supporting you, you finally found your voice.

“What do you think Valery wouldhave liked to see the world become?”

V tilted hishead, staring at you, but saying nothing.

“It’s just thatI’ve been thinking about this plan of yours… will it really make the world abetter place or will we be making it worse; countless untrained civilians willsupposedly rebel against people with guns next year and they’ll be slaughtered;can we really be the cause of that?”

“Drastic changesrequire drastic consequences,” V replied all too calmly.

“V, peoplearen’t consequences, if we start pretending they are then we’re just as bad asthe people at Lark Hill.”

V grabbed yourarms, shaking you slightly, “WE ARE NOTHING LIKE THOSE PEOPLE, THEY USED US INTHE WORST WAYS.”

“Which is whatwe’re planning to do now.”

“NO (Y/N). I’MNOT…” he let go of you, calming slightly. “We are presenting the people with achoice, informing them that it will be dangerous and they may get hurt; they donot have to rebel but I hope, for the sake of this world everyone’s built, thatthey do.”

V’s words rungtrue but the two of you had trained for years, learning every possible aspectof fighting, bomb crafting, and working tirelessly to create the shadowgallery; the people above had no concept of fighting, nor what they weregetting themselves in for.

“V, I’m… I’mscared.”

“(Y/N), we’vespent our life in certainties. We were certainly going to die in the facility.We were certainly going to train for years. Now life has progressed andwhatever is to come will bring about an uncertain future; your fear isunderstandable, though I wish I could do something to abate it.”

You rushed intohim, hugging tightly. V held his arms back before holding you unsurely. In allyour time together, V usually kept a reasonable distance, always believing itwas what you wanted; in his world, there was no time for anything more than abusiness partnership but that wasn’t the V you knew. The V you knew made you‘eggy in the basket’ when you weren’t feeling well, or put on old films thatreminded you of home, since you retained all your memories of before. He was agentleman trapped inside of a tortured body, constantly hiding his expressionsbehind the genteel persona he’d created.

“I love… V, Ilove you.”

V froze at thevery words, seemingly taking you in from the eyes of Guy Fawkes; you wish youknew what he was looking at.

“(Y/N), I’m… notwhole anymore.”

“Then let mecomplete you, the way you complete me.”

You made a moveto kiss him, hesitating at the mask. V made no attempt to move until you triedto remove his mask, at which point he gently held onto your hands. “Underneathhere, it’s not me anymore.”

“You’re wrong,it’s what makes you, you.”

“Please (Y/N).”

You closed youreyes, “I won’t look, I promise.”

After a minute,V dropped his hands, leaving you free to remove the mask.

You stroked theskin below it, feeling the scar tissue; V was hardly breathing, he was stillwaiting for you to betray his trust and peek, nobody alive hadn’t betrayed himthus far. Still, you kept your promise, cupping your palm to his cheek, toguide you. With the lightest of touches, you pressed your lips against his,relishing in real human contact after years spent without it; you hadn’trealised how starved you were of human touch until now. As much as you wishedto linger in V’s scent of old books, soap, and something else uniquely V, youpulled away slowly, giving him time to replace his mask.

When you thoughtit was safe, you asked, “Is it okay to look again?”

“Yes,” Vwhispered, somewhat breathlessly, then regaining some composure, he stood upand added, “It’s time for our revolution.”

You smiledsadly, he needed time to process everything. “Okay, to the revolution.”

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the rest of those questions also insert i love my gf meme

o fuck reese sjsjs

3. do you want kids?ya maybe! if i’m in a good enough place i think i will.

4. if you do, will you adopt or use some other form of child birth?probably adopt, or have my wife have the kid– i.. am not down for pregnancy tbh

6. describe your experience having sex for the first time (were you nervous? or was it easy peasy?)it was fine! i was a little nervous but it was w someone i really trusted so i’m grateful for that

7. are you a morning time gay or night time gay?i wish i could b a morning gay.. im too tired for that. i’m a night time gay.

11. would you ever date someone who owned rodents or reptiles?yes??? ilove Both of them

14. what is a piece of advice you would give to your younger selfstop living in DENIAL oh my GOD!!! also stop fetishizing gay men you’re nasty

15. (if attracted to more than one gender) do you have different “types” for different genders?nope bc i am An Lesbian

16. who is an ex you regret?neo lmao

17. night club gay or cafe gay?cafe! i would b too awkward at a night club

18. who is one person you would “go straight” foruhhh.. clear

19. video game gay, book gay, or movie gay?video game probably? does dmmd count as a video game?

20. favourite gay ship (canon or not)CLEAO!!!!!!!!

21. favourite gay youtuber:/ i don’t watch youtube unless i’m w spriha

22. have you ever unknowingly asked out a straight person?nope lmfao

24. have you ever been heartbroken?oh hell ya

27. what is a piece of advice you have for young / baby gaysdon’t fight it, just makes shit worse– try to accept who you are and if that changes? that’s fine!

29. what is the most uncomfortable / strange coming out experience you have uh.. i’ll prob come back n edit this bc i cant think of one rn