#he's so... so... good... so pure............. it hurts.......

[loveluvrs]

unfamiliar l lando norris x reader

request/summary – reader getting overwhelmed (in a good way) at all the care and love lando shows her, despite how she's been treated her whole life

author's notes – this is just pure fluff, ive had no motivation lately so please send requests!! 🙏

Lando and I are at his parents’ house for dinner, and I’m helping his mum wash the dishes and clean up afterwards when I accidentally drop one of the glasses. The glass shatters everywhere, and I immediately panic. I start apologizing profusely since usually my family would get mad if I broke something. Lando froze as the glass dropped onto the floor, and he immediately processed the way I was apologizing out of habit. He wrapped his arms around me to calm me down, speaking to me softly, “hey, hey, hey… its alright, baby… are you okay?”

“Yeah but I dropped the glass and it fell everywhere and now you’re gonna have to clean it up and-“ I begin to ramble on nervously. He squeezed his arms around me lovingly to cut me off. “I know, my love, I know. I heard when you dropped it, but are you alright? Did you get cut anywhere by the broken glass?”

I stopped as I lifted my head up to look at him. “…You’re not mad?” I asked quietly. “No, of course not… it was an accident. The important thing is that you’re okay, and you’re not hurt,” he says softly as his hand rubs my back lovingly in the hug. I frown, my heart aching from the care and consideration he was showing towards me. “I’m alright,” I mumble. 

The frown on your face made Lando’s heart drop for a second. He knew you never had a great relationship with your parents, but it was only at this moment that he realized you weren’t at all used to the love he was giving you. He didn’t like the thought of someone ever getting upset at his girl for a small accident like dropping a glass, and he knew of course that she wouldn’t have said anything back. He sighs. “As long as you’re okay, baby, that’s what matters…” he says softly. 

“I did get just a small cut, though,” I say quietly as I turn over my hand to Lando. He instinctively ran his finger over the cut, figuring out how bad it was. It was a small cut, but he couldn’t help but worry. “Doesn’t look too bad… does it hurt much?” He asks with concern lacing his voice in each word. I shake my head no as I say, “just stings a tiny bit,” trying to downplay the injury. 

Lando brought me upstairs, sitting me down on the bed in his childhood room. He washed off the cut and wrapped a bandage around it, tending to me with extreme care the whole time. 

“How come you’re not mad?” I asked curiously. He smiles softly as he looks up at me, speaking in a soft and gentle tone to not worry me. “I’m not mad because it doesn’t make sense for me being mad. It was an accident. You shouldn’t be yelled at for accidentally dropping a glass. I was just worried if you were hurt or not, that’s the only thing I care about.”

I frown as I feel his words pull at my heartstrings. “I love you, thank you for treating me like this,” I say softly. I look down at him, still kneeling in front of me with my hand in his. “I love you too, baby, and I’m always going to treat you like this. I’d gladly rather take some pain from you, just to make sure you’re safe and happy. It’s really just not worth it getting mad over something like this, especially not getting mad at you,” he says with the utmost gentleness. 

“It’s just so…. different to what I’m used to. I never know how to act when you give me all this love, Lan,” I say as I interlock our fingers. He gives a sympathetic smile. He hates how you were trying to process the amount of love he was giving you. He knew you had always been so used to people giving you a hard time over minor things, so much so that being shown love was so foreign to you. His heart aches as he thinks about how hero desperately wants to change all of that and love you in every way possible. “I know, my love. Just try your best, because I’m going to keep giving you a whole bunch of love,” he teases. 

I sniffled as my eyes became glossy with tears. “I’m- I’m sorry. I just- I love you so much,” I muttered as I tried to hold back my tears. Lando immediately wiped away my tears with the pad of his thumb, his touch gentle and as light as a feather. He lets out a sigh. “I love you too. So much. And don’t ever apologize to me for showing your emotion, hmm?” He says as he brushes a hand through my hair. 

I sniffle once more, the sobs forming at the back of my throat. “I just- you show me how you care about me so much. and I don’t know how to react to these things. I don’t know how to show you I love and care about you just as much,” I say with a frown. 

Lando squeezes my hand. “That’s okay.. Just do whatever you’re comfortable with doing, you hear me? I know you’re not used to all of it, so all I really need is you being comfortable with me. That’s it,” he says softly as he places a kiss on the back of my hand. At his words, I hold my arms wide for a hug, as his hands wrap around my waist, my face burrowing in the crook of his neck. “I’ll help clean up the mess, I promise,” I mutter into his neck. 

Lando pulls back ever so slightly from the hug so he can see my face. “You can if you want to. But baby, why do you feel the need to do all this? I mean, yeah I want the glass cleaned up, but my mum and I can do that ourselves while you can just relax?” He asks in confusion. 

“i just- i dont know. it always feels like i need to compensate with doing work for others so that they don’t get mad at me and they still like me,” I murmur quietly. “Aaaaand see… there is the problem. You feel like you need to compensate and do work for others so that they don’t get mad and stay with you. But you don’t have to compensate for me… or my mum… the two of us would be perfectly happy with you just enjoying your time here and not dealing with the cleanup…” Lando says as he tilts my chin up ever so slightly so I look at him in the eyes. 

“But how are you gonna love me if I don’t do things for you guys?” I ask with a frown. 

“I love you for who you are as a person, baby. It's okay for you to do things for me for the sake of showing that you love me or whatnot... but you don't need to do extra things just to make me or my mom like you, or just to make sure I don't leave you. Does that make sense?” He says softly. I fidget with my fingers nervously at his words. 

“Babe, what's wrong...?” He asks with a small sigh. 

“It’s just all so unfamiliar…” I whisper quietly into his neck. Lando traces circles into the small of my back as he hears this, “mhm, I know it is… I’m just trying to make it less unfamiliar to you. It might take some time, but I’ll be here the whole time so you can get used to it.”

He pulled back from the hug as he held my hand again, still making sure that he was gentle. “I’m just scared it won’t ever be familiar to me,” I confess in a hushed whisper. 

Lando immediately frowned at my words, as he felt his heart ache a little, “hey, don’t be scared of that… because I’m going to take care of you the whole time, yeah? I’m gonna make sure that it eventually will be familiar for you. That it’ll be normal for you.” He rubs his thumb over my hand, looking at me with loving eyes. “You’ll get used to this… to being treated this way… to the love… I promise.”

I nod. “Thank you for taking care of me,” I say every so softly. “No need to thank me, just the bare minimum for my girl, hmm?” He says as he pulls me in for a short kiss. And just for that one moment, he needed me to feel like there was nothing wrong with all the love he was giving me, that there was nothing else I ever deserved in the whole world. 

[brainrot-of-a-thot]

i was wondering how togame, sakura and unemiya (if you can) would react to someone else flirting with the reader😭 and p.s i just wanted to say your writing is chefs kisses 🫶🏻

she’s mine (just not officially)

or, someone is flirting with you, and they can’t deal, featuring: haruka sakura, hajime umemiya, jo togame, suo hayato, kiryu mitsuki

a/n: I actually sort of combined two similar requests into one — just felt it would be easier for everyone! tbh I loved writing this. jealous boys are yummy ~ and thank you so so much for your kind words babes, they mean so much to me! <33

note: first time writing for pretty boy kiryu!! ooh nooo he’s actually kinda cute eeeeee

c/w: fem!reader, crushes, headcanon blurbs, language, jealousy, pre-relationship

the instant that sakura haruka registers that someone’s flirting with you, he’s clenching his teeth so hard that his gums start to ache.

there’s many things that crop up in his mind and threaten to spill from his lips — but he holds them back, because none of them would truly make sense in the situation.

you can’t very well tell someone to back off of your girlfriend when she’s not your girlfriend.

it irritates sakura to no end to watch the way your cheeks flush prettily at every lame-ass compliment the slooze offers you; they aren’t even that good, simply mediocre at best, and it’s very clear that all the dude wants is to get in your pants — and sakura can’t even fathom how you can’t see that.

your giggles, normally so pleasant to his ears, grate like nails on a chalkboard when they’re evoked by someone else.

sakura knows he’s more than likely overreacting, but he can’t help it. every fiber of his being is screaming at him to yank the douche away from you, to separate your bodies that are drawing way too close for comfort, to drag you off to some darkened corner and show you that he’s the one that’s worthy of your attention — that all he wants is to receive it and offer you his own.

but he can’t — and that’s the worst part of it. all these things he wants to do, all the things that sleazeball is currently doing, are the things that sakura is too scared to do.

maybe one day, he’ll pluck up the courage to put himself in that place; and if only he could see the yearning glances you send his way, then he would realize there is no need to fear rejection.

truth be told, you won’t even know hajime umemiya is jealous, because he knows how to (mostly) play it cool.

he’s long since learned to smother negative emotions with ones that are positive — and if he simply can’t smother them, he will act as if they aren’t even there, and proceed with his day like normal.

this process is no different when he feels that green snake curl up in his heart.

of course, he’s outwardly calm, but on the inside he’s seething over every interaction you have with the man. umemiya is taking note of every single pick-up line and compliment the man is throwing at you, and discreetly judging them — that one was way too cheesy, or that one delivered way too lazily, and really, when is the whole “did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” schtick going to die out?

umemiya couldn’t blame him for asking that question though; you were purely angelic, what with that soft smile and those beautiful eyes and that silky hair — he could go on and on about every angelic quality about you.

umemiya does his best to keep his nose out of these situations, but the second he hears the man suggest a date, umemiya is springing to your side with a bright smile.

he’ll apologize to the man and launch into an explanation about how you have plans already (plans of which you weren’t aware of until just now), and only once he’s secured you away from your suitor will he smile sheepishly and say, “I totally forgot to let you know about that. just figured you’d want to come along.”

umemiya never once stops to wonder why you never refute his claims of agreed-upon plans, or why you never question the fact that those same plans turn out to be very rushed and obviously cooked up on the spot; or why he only springs them on you when you’re being hit on.

when someone is flirting with you, jo togame has to find a way to occupy his hands — by fiddling with his ramune bottle, fixing the collar of his jacket, or even in some cases, by simply shoving them in his pockets.

because, nine times out of ten, when someone starts flirting with you, togame is right there beside you; and his hands begin to tremble with the urge to place themselves somewhere on your body. he wants to sate that protective and possessive growl in him by showing a subtle claim over you by a well-placed hand on your hip.

but togame doesn’t hold that claim over you; because although he’s head over heels for you, you have absolutely no idea about it — and sometimes, togame doubts you’d ever hold the same depth of emotion for him too, even if you did know.

so he sits, and he waits, and he seethes. and he yearns. and he thinks.

thinks about what it would feel like if he could do the very thing his mind was screaming at him to; wonders how good it would feel to have your body tucked against his, to be able to look at the guy and say, “I’m sorry, but she’s taken,” all the while you smile up happily at him. like he’s the only man on earth.

togame thinks about all these things — completely unaware that, in that same moment, you are too.

whenever a man enters a conversation with you, suo hayato very subtly injects himself into it and then takes complete control of it. though it’s fairly obvious the man only wanted to talk to you, suo somehow manages to get him roped into a conversation with him as well.

suo is never straight-up rude — but it’s not hard to discern if one bothers to read between the lines. his voice is as calm and unaffected as ever, even bordering on genuinely conversational at times, but there’s this hint of something else beneath it; almost like a threat of some sort.

any and all topics pertaining to you are steered in another direction, the turns always orchestrated by suo himself — sometimes you find yourself wondering why the guy is even still there, why he’s actually conversing with suo when you could clearly feel that he was interested in you.

the man knows why. he feels the silent commands that suo sends his way, feels the aura from him.

of course, you can’t really detect that — but the man flirting with you certainly can. whatever metaphorical language suo is speaking in the man understands clearly, and before you know it, his interest in you is deflected (forced) away.

and every time, you’re left wondering why you don’t feel disappointed about it; and why it just feels more natural for it to just be you and suo.

kiryu mitsuki is what you’d call a man of few expressions. it isn’t that he’s emotionless or incapable of feeling, it’s just that it’s difficult to tell what he’s feeling. his expression is always soft, eyebrows relaxed and eyes even more so, his lips always pulled into a smile as if he’s heard a joke that only he understands. if anything, you’d say kiryu looks content with life — it’s actually a quite charming look.

but when someone’s flirting with you, kiryu looks anything but. his brows are furrowed and the smile is wiped from his mouth. his eyes, a kind, gentle green, burn like twin peridot in hellfire.

kiryu can’t even hide it; can’t be bothered too. he’s shown his affection towards you in ways that are too blatant to be considered merely-friendly. he may not have ever verbally confirmed his feelings for you, but he doesn’t really have to. kiryu shows them.

of course, he’s well aware that you haven’t reciprocated these feelings; and he won’t force you to — if it happens, it’ll happen naturally.

it’s because of this philosophy that he won’t ever interject himself or disrupt the flow of your conversation with the man, but after it’s all said and done with, kiryu will be just a tad clingier towards you than before — and secretly, selfishly, hope that you’ll reciprocate his feelings soon, so that he can finally call you his and he can say all the things he wants to to guys that flirt with you.

[the-dendrophile-bookdragon]

Braids

Pairing: Aemond x child OC/his daughter, Aemond x fem!reader

Warning: Pure full

Summary: Aemond had always dreaded this day, yet his fears were unfounded.

Aemond heard small feet hurrying through the library.

The corner of his lips turned upwards as he heard giggling. Small bodies hurrying from bookshelf to bookshelf. Giggles grow louder.

He pretended to read at this point, knowing sooner rather than later his daughter would demand his attention.

The small heads of his daughter and niece peaked from the last bookshelf corner. Two sets of lilac eyes stared at him with mischief.

“I can both see you.” He spoke behind his book. More giggles erupted from their throats.

He put his book down and stared directly at them.

Little screams filled the large library before Alysanne and Jaehaera came out of hiding. Running up to him.

“Kepa, you know so much.” His daughter began. “Can you teach us how to braid our hair, kepus?” Jaehaera finished.

Aemond huffed out a laugh. He wanted to ask where their mothers were. But Helaena was probably occupied with either the new baby. And his wife was with his mother if she couldn’t be with their daughter.

He put his book down and smiled as both girls stretched their hands forward seeing the various hair ribbons in their hands. He preferred black leather but these were little girls of only five years. Colours, especially favourite colours, mattered to them immensely.

He knew his daughter’s hair better. Seating her on the carpet in front of her while his niece watched from beside him.

“You take the hair and divide it into three strands.” While Jaehaera watched him, Alysanne took three ribbons and did what he told them.

“Now you lay the left outer strand over the middle. Yes just like that, good Aly.” He praised his daughter. “And switch the middle. Did you see Jaehaera?” The small girl nodded.

He showed them more ways to braid. He had some experience himself. He hated his hair sticking to his neck when he worked or read. And the warm weather didn’t help with his dislike.

He once wore a braid to training. But with one swift turn, he whipped it onto his scarred cheek. It hurt like hell.

Aemond was a good observer too. Watching his sister braid her hair sometimes. Or when maids braided his mother’s hair. His wife liked to braid his hair in the safety of their chamber.

After the braiding lesson, both girls sat in front of him and braided each other’s silver-white tresses while he read on.

The giggles erupting now and then made his heart flutter. A smile was permanently etched onto his face.

At the later family dinner, everyone praised their hairstyles. Jaehaera had a fish braid while Alysanne had her hair braided into two long braids and put into a bun at the back of her head.

His wife leaned over to lay her head on his shoulder. He leaned closer to her. “And you panicked you would never be able to braid your daughter’s hair. Or teach her how to braid.”

Aemond chuckled. “I had a patient teacher who showed me how to braid.” He smiled down at her, kissing her forehead softly.

[pinkiemachine]

BATMAN: GOTHAM FILES - SEASON TWO

OKAY, so this season starts off with a spectacular BANG! Joker makes his debut, causes a ton of mayhem for the Dynamic Duo, but of course, in the end, the heroes save the day. Here’s some sketches of Joker I’ve been working on…

Still not sure if this is what I wanna go with. Like I said, work in progress.

Anyway, what really matters is what happens after Joker gets defeated. He’s thrown into Arkham Asylum, for the Criminally Insane, and the doctors there attempt to treat him. Namely, one Harleen Quinzel. This does not go well. Instead of her being able to bring Joker back to sanity, he manipulates her and gets her to cross over to the insane side, becoming his twisted on-again off-again lover, and they break out of Arkham together.

But this is all happening in the background while the rest of the season goes on. The real highlight of Season 2, aside from revisiting classic villains and meeting new ones, is the arrival of BATGIRL! Now, Barbara Gordon (17) was going to get a law degree after high school, but after seeing what sort of corruption there was in Gotham from her father’s police job, she’d lost faith in the system. Instead, she became inspired by Batman to take matters into her own hands. Batman initially tries to tell her to stop—she’s just going to get herself hurt—but then she manages to make a strong case for herself. She’s smart, she’s been taking self-defence classes since she was three, she knows the criminal justice system, she’s passionate about making a difference, Robin’s allowed to fight crime despite being four years younger than her, and… she’s not going to take no for an answer. Batman begrudgingly agrees to let her help, especially after she saves his life on a mission, but he has one condition: no crime fighting alone. She must always have backup. He’s not about to let the police captain’s—now Commissioner’s—daughter get hurt on his watch. Because he knows who she really is. Because he’s a detective.

So now they’re the fanatic threesome. I should also mention that there is NO Dick X Barbara. He’s 13 now, she’s 17, both going on 14 and 18. He’s like a little brother to her. Moving on.

Some time goes by, more baddies get thrown into Arkham, and then… Bruce meets Catwoman. It happened on a cold night when Bruce was soloing it as Batman. Dick was behind on his homework, Barbara was taking time off to rest, so he was all by himself when he got called in to investigate a series of expert burglaries/murders. He had to admit, she was good at what she did. Barely a trace of her was left behind… but barely was enough. He figured out her next target and then had her captured in one fell swoop. Catwoman. It’s not like she was a brawler or anything, just a cat burglar. It was during their ride in the Batmobile later that they got to talk some and learn about each other. Bruce questioned her about the two other robberies—ones where people died—and Selina pleaded innocent. She never killed people. Then, surprising Batman, she managed to escape from right under his nose. They would meet again, though, when he and Selina teamed up to catch the other burglar who had attempted to frame Selina with murder. The two had formed something of an attachment. Selina found Bruce attractive, and Bruce thought she had some good in her (and was also attractive), and they both found themselves wanting to see each other again some time. Purely for work purposes. Bruce only wanted her to face justice. There was totally NO OTHER reason. *cough cough* I have a post where I talk more about her and her relationship with Bruce.

Moving on, there’s an episode where we briefly head to Star City and meet The Flash, but THEN we get introduced to Ghostmaker. A fellow vigilante from Bruce’s past. His rival… and friend. He had also been one of Ra’s’s top students and they had fought often, but the main difference between them was that Ghostmaker was willing to kill. Bruce wasn’t. They have some funny, witty, exciting times when he comes to visit Gotham, but in the end, Bruce establishes that Gotham is his city. And there will be no killing in his city.

Grande finale sees the return of the Joker, alongside Harley Quinn’s debut!

It’s big, it’s exciting, there’s mystery, there’s crime, there’s shenanigans, and… you know, I haven’t thought this finale through all the way yet… but details… not important… right? It’ll come to me. Eventually.

So that’s season 2 :)

Part 3 👇

Part 1 👇

More of Bruce and Selina 👇

[hannieehaee]

Because I love making my boyfriend handmade little gifts but he never appreciates them :(( I need how svt would react to you making handmade gifts (those silly cute ones from Pinterest yk) for them

their s/o making them handmade gifts

content: implied established relationship, fluff, etc.

wc: 697

a/n: hii anon pls leave ur man and date someone who will love and appreciate ur cute little gestures :(

masterlist

seungcheol -

he's so flustered and touched and happy and and and!!! he's just so in love with you, with insane adoration in his eyes when you give him yet another one of your cute handmade gifts. he already adores you so badly, only falling deeper for you when he sees what a sweet gesture you made him just out of pure love.

jeonghan -

cooing and aw'ing at you endlessly any time you come to him with a cute little gift. carries it around with him as a treasured item for everyone to see. will sometimes stop whatever he's doing to look at the cute gift you made him just to smile to himself as he recalled how adorable you looked giving it to him.

joshua -

he already has such a cute habit of gifting his loved ones little handmade bracelets, so you two would compliment each other perfectly<3 would fill your jewelry box with personalized bracelets any time you gave him a cute little gift.

jun -

he lightheartedly whines at you for being so cute, claiming he's supposed to be the cutest one in the relationship. this would start a tradition of you two making and giving each other gifts every so often to surprise each other. falls in love with you more and more each time you give him a cute personalized gift.

soonyoung -

shows them off to everyone lol. he needs everyone to know that his baby loves him and made him such an adorable present. he'd be so affectionate in showing his gratitude for making him something specifically just for him.

wonwoo -

so bashful in receiving your cute little gifts, thinking its the cutest gesture ever. does not care for the price of anything you give him, he appreciates heartfelt gifts even more and carries them around with him as good luck charms.

jihoon -

chuckles sheepishly the first time you give him one of your gifts, shy in accepting it bc he thinks its such an adorable detail from you. he doesnt really know how to react properly bc he finds it just so cute and lovely, but tries his best to let you know how much he loves such gestures by keeping them displayed in his home and studio.

seokmin -

literally cries the first time you make him a cute little handmade gift. treasures it forever and thanks you endlessly for it. has such an urge to show it off to everyone else, making you a little bashful whenever he'd do it in front of you.

mingyu -

he'll carry around anything you give him either in his wallet, bag, or even phone case. for once you'll make him blush at how cute the gesture is, causing him to lose his composure and let his cuteness aggression take over as he gave you endless affection in return.

minghao -

finds the thought of you making this for him so adorable. thinking of you looking for an idea, making it, putting it all together and giving it to him would make his cheeks hurt from smiling. he'd thank you with a hug and a kiss to your forehead, believing you to be the cutest thing alive.

seungkwan -

groans and whines at you for being so cute and lovely. you know the effect you have on him so why would you amp up your cuteness in such a way!! it's like you want him to melt for you, it's not fair!!! you cause him such heart pains he doesn't even know what to do with himself anymore. kisses you and thanks you for it without holding eye contact, far too touched by these little displays of affection to articulate his feelings properly.

vernon -

so touched by you taking the time of your day to think of him and make him something you'd thought he'd like. would save it or carry it around for years just bc you made it and that alone made it special to him.

chan -

heart eyes the moment you come up to him with the gift and the explanation behind it. his heart literally hurts at how adorable he thinks the gesture is, literally groaning out loud at how cute he finds it.

[allurilove]

Yandere Stalker x you

Rated 18 + — mature short content !

Includes: Stalking, blood, non con—he goes down on you without you knowing, fem reader, perverted and lewd behavior, again he’s weird and so delusional, mentions of violence against women.

*Happy Pride month!!! 🫶🏻This fic is influenced by You—specifically season one. I’m trying to give him a joe goldberg vibe. This is also part two, and check out part one! Your stalker doesn't have a name, and this fic is in his point of view. This is purely fictional writing!*

Synopsis: Your stalker decides to celebrate one year of staking you by giving you a little visit.

What’s more dangerous than a lustful and starved man?

You wanna know what’s great about New York? That every apartment seemed to have a fire escape. Yours is tastefully decorated with a rug, and a small chair that has a plaid blanket draped over it. What's also so great about it is that it gives me access to you. You live on the fifth floor of this red-bricked building. It’s somewhat old but has a nice rustic charm. You seem to have an eye for knackered and worn-down things, as I’ve seen you pick up a used vanity and refurbished it. Inside, there’s a lobby with a doorman that is barely awake half of the time, he picks up a huge breakfast and clocks out after having a food coma. He's old, flabby, and not nearly ready to protect you like I am.

I seriously doubt he could jump over his desk and grab the throat of any danger coming your way. It's quite concerning, you know? You often sleep with your window open, and with the current rise in crime...you could get stabbed, kidnapped, bound and tied, and thrown into the back of a truck in a matter of seconds. Trust me, I have seen it happen before.

Don't get me wrong, it's understandable. It’s a hot spring day, and even if the moon gave the city a bit of a break from the sweltering heat, the lingering humidity continued to have a tight grip on everyone. Every crow resides in the trees for shade, every stray cat hiding in the alleyways, and even the rats seem content with steaming away in the sewers. The pavements are hot, the wind is hot, and you can see and smell the stench of people's BO in the air. I mean, c'mon... have they heard of deodorant?

June is just a month that comes before my favorite season.

Summer, and in other words: “An excuse to wear more revealing clothing.” There’s something amazing and titillating seeing you in tiny, tight tank tops, walking around in flip flops with freshly painted nails, and your hair up so I can see a bit of your neck.

And today marks one year since I first saw you. I know how you drink tea since coffee makes your head hurt, how you dance around your apartment after having a good day, and how you always leave your apartment at 12 p.m. for lunch.

I memorized the exact time you close your curtains for bed, just before I catch that perfect glimpse of you in your robe after a hot and steamy shower. I want to be your bath mat so badly. Step on my ribcage for all I care, and let droplets of water from your body fall onto my face. Let me see up your towel and gaze into what I consider to be the gates of heaven itself. Let me lift my head up so I can suck the remaining bathwater on you. Let me get all of my questions and prayers answered, and let me see all of you.

I have reached the top of the steps, my hand gripping onto the window to push it up higher, and I duck down to crawl into your bedroom. The floors seem to creak with every step I take, yet you haven't woken up. A heavy sleeper, are we?

My eyes adjust to the lack of lights. My pupils expand as I drink in your nude form. You look so serene with your soft snoring, your arms splattered, and my gaze traveled over the peaks of your tits rising and falling with your breathing. Your blanket was just thrown to the side, clearly disregarded with a bit of anger, and I could see the sheen of sweat on your forehead.

Your legs were already sprawled wide open-- a reward for my tremendous bravery. I lick my lips. I notice a white string sticking out from your underwear, and I reach out to gently tug on it. It looks stuck, and I wrap the string around my finger and give it an extra hard pull.

What could that be? I know you’re on your period, and I still have your pad that I grabbed from the trashcan earlier. I sort of understand what a period is, and all I really know is that the sight of your blood causes my head to spin. I pushed your panties to the side, and my curiosity piqued as I slowly removed the feminine product out of you.

I inspect the hygiene product I haven't really seen before. It looks different from a pad, and in my opinion it looks like a sperm— well the shape anyways. I put the tampon in my mouth, gently suckling it as if I were an infant. You taste salty, copper-like, and your plasma is warm. It's almost soothing. I then let the tampon fall out of my mouth. I tug on your underwear, pull it down from your legs, and stuff it into my pocket.

I rub my hands on your thighs, and I can feel the slight stubble on your legs. My fingers graze over your sex, and it follows the outline of your pussy. I put your legs on my shoulders, my head then leaning down so my tongue can lick stripes on your slit. The tip of my tongue touches the wet curls of your hair, and a frisson of pleasure runs down my spine. Your cunt is an eesome sight, the hair dampened by my saliva, and it covered your core like it was protecting the most precious jewel. And in a sense it was. I become more brazen, a single finger pushing inside you, and my jaw dropped at the sight of you sucking my finger in. You welcomed it so nicely, and there was a nice pressure of tightness.

I curl the single digit, intently staring at your face for any reactions towards my fingering. I use my thumb to circle your clit. I have read that some women can't come based on penetration alone. Hopefully, my tongue and fingers can help bring you to the brink of an orgasm.

I also hope that you never wake up. How else am I supposed to memorize your body? Would you even think that I am worthy of you? Or would you run away just by seeing my face alone? Would you think I'm crazy, or would you be flattered by the way I devour your cunt like it's my last meal? I hold your hips down firmly onto the bed, you're slowly squirming around and starting to gain consciousness.

It's like I'm drowning in a never-ending pool of crimson, and no matter how many times I swipe my tongue, it just oozes out of you so effortlessly. Your aroma is intoxicating, and it's like your body lured me--the prey-- into your little trap of ...

"Where are you going...?" I instinctively mutter as I miss the presence of your warmth against my mouth. You seem to crawl away, your limbs trying to save you from the repeated administrations of teasing.

My eyes shoot open as I realize that you're screaming. I immediately reel back, my ass landing onto the hard floor and I wince. "Shit-- I'm sorry!"

I scramble onto my feet and I try to duck every pillow you throw at me. I trip on my way out, and the wind gets knocked the fuck out of me as my bottom half got stuck in your window.

"This is literally my worst nightmare...!" I grunt as I try to wiggle my hips. I feel pain coming from my crotch, it's compressed against the window sill, and of course my dick had to be as hard as a rock.

You continue to hit whatever you see-- which means my ass. I yelp as you put your hands on my bottom, and you muster as much strength as you can to get me out of your house.

Why is this oddly arousing?

With one final shove I landed onto my face.

There's nothing dignifying about walking down the street with a clear boner and a bloody nose. I just look like a pervert that got punched after leering at someone. Wait.

No, that's not what I was doing. I'm not a pervert. I just have wandering eyes that are glued to whatever you're doing. I just happened to notice how your chest bounced around when you were running late and had to run out of the house. I happened to carry a tiny vial to collect any fluid and essences that dripped out of you after our encounter. My hand reached into my pocket, and I sighed in relief as I am comforted by the soft material of your panties and of the long plastic tube. I feel a sense of relief knowing that they didn't fall out as you kicked me out.

Am I crazy? No. Am I the only man you'll ever meet that has done this to you? Probably. I am one of a kind, after all.

Allure: Someone slap some sense into him.

[apocalypse-shuffle]

BATMAN | BRUCE WAYNE (THE BATMAN 2022)

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“Live a Little” (Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader)

| Car sex on the hood of the batmobile w/ a very determined Bruce.

| NSFW, so this bad boy is 18+, minors dni, semi-public sex (?), this ain’t nothing but pure fucking smut, slightly sub!Bruce, bottoming from the top, switching (in the kink sense) -soft!Bruce

| Rev those mfkn engines, Bitch! (Pic Source: The Batman 2022)

| 1k+ words

You hadn’t known what, but something had set Bruce off tonight.

The whole night he’d been bouncing all over the place. Even when escorting civilians from an active shootout as you distracted the perpetrators he’d been studiously focused and swift. There hadn’t been a singular fatal wound acquired at all.

Bruce had been at the top of his game the whole time.

All of which led you to where you are right now. Head down and ass up as he took you against the hood of the Batmobile.

Bruce had barely let you get two feet away from the vehicle before he was kissing you senseless, and you’d gone along with it because you’d been feeding off of his energy all patrol just the same.

No one could possibly expect you to watch the man take down almost a whole drug ring by himself, he was going at them so hard, and not get a little turned on. It had been a very successful night, you think Bruce deserved to take the edge off.

Didn’t hurt that it benefited you also.

—

“Fuck, Bruce,” your words whoosh out of you in a rush, “harder.”

In response Bruce pushes his gloved hand in between your shoulder blades to get you to arch your back, pushing himself even deeper inside of you with a grunt.

Your head thunks softly against the hood as his pounding gets harsher, your covered breasts rubbing harshly into still warm metal, and in the back of your mind you’re glad for your costume still being on.

Your name falls past bruised lips in a desperate growl and, impossibly, Bruce’s thrusts grow wilder.

It’s maddening. You can barely remember to keep breathing.

Hands clambering over the hood for purchase the Batmobile by design doesn’t grant, you gasp at the way he keeps forcing you forward.

“What - fuck - what if Alfred comes down?”

Bruce leans over you until his hips meet flush against your ass. His breath puffs on the side of your head.

“It's fine,” he presses a sloppy kiss to your cheek, “I asked him to give us a minute.”

You cry out as he straightens back up and the tip of his cock presses down on your g-spot. A whine comes tumbling past your lips when, on top of that, instead of pulling back Bruce stays still.

Legs trembling where they’re trapped against the front of the enhanced car, the bottom half of your suit tangled around your boot glad ankles, you close your eyes against his onslaught.

Bruce just barely pulls away before slamming the short distance back into you and your mouth falls open, saliva leaving a short wet streak in your wake every time you’re jolted.

Your toes curl.

“You feel so good,” he whines, trembling against you.

Eyes still squeezed shut, colors play along your lids as your body clenches, walls tightening on his cock in a mostly purposeful reward.

“I’m glad, Sweet Boy. It’s just for you,” you say breathlessly.

Bruce moans at your slurred words and the hand he had braced beside your head goes to wrap around your waist and lift your lower body up, granting him even more leverage to grind into you.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” you breathe out, using one of your own arms to push your upper body higher to gain enough footing to push back against his minuscule thrusts and snake an arm down to get at your clit.

“C’mon then,” Bruce grounds out.

The shallow thrusts stop as he guides your hips so that you’re both grinding flush against one another. His cock incessantly pressing into your delicate bundle of nerves as you do your best to clamp your walls around his length against the way he’s making your body go haywire.

You huff out a breath while your head hangs and your forehead rests on the hood.

“God Bruce,” you gasp, fingers circling fast over your slick nub.

A few scant tears squeeze from your eyes, your arms starting to shake, then Bruce is knocking your right arm down and forcing your left arm up beside its twin as he bends over you.

With a grunt two gloves drop down beside your head and then you’re letting out a sob as his left hand moves to rub over your clit himself and his other arm moves to wrap around your shoulders from the front as you jerk against one another.

“Come for me, Sweetheart,” he moans against your ear.

Your throat clicks and you can feel your orgasm coming, body tightening as your breath stutters. Bruce holds you still when you squirm, body convulsing as everything peaks and your mouth drops open in a silent scream.

“That’s it, let me be good,” he grinds hard as he guides you through it. “Let me make you come.”

“Mhm,” you breathe out to the best of your ability, body going limp. Bruce stays stroking the sensitive insides of your walls raw as he works to get himself off next.

His grinding gets more frantic, his hips rub flush against your ass, and his grip tightens. He grinds a few more times, moans almost pained, before he whimpers and goes still and he’s coming inside you.

You shiver at the feel of the heat pooling right up against your cervix in the space left at the top of his condom. That alone makes you groan even as your orgasm bypasses you and you and Bruce are left trembling against one another in the aftermath.

With slow movements Bruce eases your body back down onto the Batmobile but stays inside you for another few moments as you both catch yourselves.

Eventually though, he squeezes pale hands around the brown skin of your hips and carefully begins inching his cock out.

You whimper softly at being left wet and aching to be filled when he finally pulls free and leaves to toss the soiled condom.

Huffing out a laugh, you just take a few moments longer to breathe, a pleasant ache already settling into your body while you get a feel for your legs again.

The sounds of Bruce tucking himself away and buckling the crotch area of the suit back wash over you in an easy wave that you have to fight not to let take you under as your eyelids grow heavier.

When you feel his heat back on you he’s got a wet wipe and lifts you a little to clean around your wrecked vagina with a few firm swipes. You blink your eyes back open with a start, but Bruce only holds you steady.

When he speaks next his voice is almost tiny, it's gone so soft.

“Are you okay?” His thumbs rub circles into each side of your hips. “Was that good?”

You nod your head lightly into the hood, “Yeah, baby,” you sigh, “I’m okay. It was great.”

A silent beat and then Bruce is laying his body back over yours.

“Good,” he mutters into your dark skin, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck before pulling away once more to go deal with something.

You flip over, leaning against the hood to wipe at your tear streaked face and stare at him as he walks back from the garbage bin to loom over you.

You lock eyes and a smile tugs at your lips when his face flushes. His cowl is off, there’s tear tracks streaked through the black smudges around his eyes, and his hair’s a runthrough mess.

“What spurred that on?”

His flush travels down his chest, but still his perpetually gloomy gaze locks with yours - his eyes a little lighter than usual - as he answers.

“Yesterday you said you were proud of the progress I was making.” His lashes flutter, he shrugs. “Felt nice.”

“Awww,” you coo, voice coming out in a breathy pant, before falling back against the now cool metal of his pimped out muscle car to stare up at the high ceilings of the Batcave, “I’m glad you appreciated it so much, Brucie Baby.”

Bruce gives the most dissatisfied grunt he can muster, a low embarrassed thing, and you summon enough air in your lungs to laugh.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!!

I’m so bad at writing full on smut so give me some grace, I tried. Like, you don’t understand, I’ve been trying to post this as something appealingly written for two whole years. For two years this fic has been fully written but just didn’t read right so I’ve been tweaking it over and over and over again this entire time.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it! constructive feedback would be especially lovely.

[merbear25]

Can I request Ace, Mihawk, Zoro, Sanji, and smoker x kind reader? She treats everyone with kindness and respect and always tries to see the good side of everyone even if they don't deserve it, technically her soul is pure.

And what does Ace, Mihawk, Zoro, Sanji, and Smoker thinks about her being too kind? Like do they try to tell her that not everyone deserves kindness or something like that?

Hey, hey! This was cute to write about. Since you sent more than 3 characters, I chose the ones I had some ideas about. Thanks for sending in your request! I hope you like what I've written for you. 💜💜 p.s. it's my first time writing anything for Smoker, so I hope I did alright.

CW: gn!reader, headcanons, some angst, fluff

With a kind reader (Ace, Mihawk, Smoker)

Ace: He adored how kind you were: never failing to put a smile on his face with your upbeat attitude and light-hearted nature. Despite how much he admired your positivity and optimism, he did worry about it being taken advantage of. It wasn’t that you weren’t aware of the cruelty that lurked in this world; you simply wanted to spread kindness everywhere you went. One day, the inevitable happened: those you were so willing to extend your good-natured spirit to snubbed you, hurting you deeply. He wasn’t going to be the one to say ‘I told you so’ because you knew this could happen. Instead, he held you and offered you reassurance to help soothe your tender heart.

“You’ve got such a big heart. Some just don’t know how to appreciate it."

Mihawk: Although he never really showed it, he admired your resilience to the coldness in this world. Your sunny personality took some time to grow on him, letting him process and fully appreciate your genuine kindness for what it was. With you being so carefree about showing this side to everyone, he thought it would be irresponsible of him not to offer you some advice. You understood his concerns and even appreciated him trying to protect you. However, you didn’t feel it was truly necessary to be more selective to whom you spread your positivity, honestly wanting the best for everyone. That being said, when there were times your sunny days had rain clouds, he was there to offer you shelter from the storm.

“Only those who are most deserving of your kindness can appreciate it.”

Smoker: Throughout his time in the Marines, he met many who were like you: soft-hearted, gentle, kind. Each of them eventually lost that side of them, unable to cope with the harsh reality striking them down. You surprised him, though. Time and time again, you stayed true to yourself and what you stood for. ‘Spreading kindness,’ he’d think to himself, chuckling at the childlike purity. However, he quite enjoyed that side of you. Seeing your sweet, smiling face and knowing that it was backed up by sincerity warmed his guarded heart. There were moments when he’d tell you to be wary of others, not to trust or extend your kindness to them so willingly. Despite already knowing this, you continued, eventually leaving you in tears one day. Not being the best when it came to comforting others, he still cared enough to try.

“Sometimes the light feels as if it’s left on your darkest days. But it’s still there.”

[fuckmyskywalker]

thinking about religious reader and stepbrother!sam (with corruption kink) going to catholic school together

18+, smut, Catholic!Reader x Stepbrother!Sam, stepcest, slight dubcon (if you see manipulation as dubcon).

I've been having an awful block so I hope this is good ;)

“Give me my notebook back.”

“No.”

“Give it to me,” You repeat, launching your arm over your head in an attempt to snatch it off Sam’s hand, which is pointless. His soft chuckle infuriates you, to him, everything is just a game. “Sam, I’m being serious. I need to finish my homework.”

“Lemme just borrow it,” He insists, like he has been doing for the past ten minutes. “I’m just gonna copy your Classical Studies homework.”

“No!” After another failed attempt, you give up, defeated arms falling, frown forming. “No one is going to believe you wrote that. You are not that smart.”

This time his chuckle bounces sarcastically around your walls, looks like he isn’t giving up. Sharing a household with him is already bad enough— share school, classes, work is just the cherry on top. Sam can be quite a pain in the ass if he wants to; with little effort to continue his studies, the only reason he agreed to join a religious college was because it was his only option. Join or get kicked. Bothering you is just a plus.

Stubborn, dense and miserable, Sam is quite the fit. Sticking like a sore thumb, he enjoys how you lower your eyes and hide your face behind your binder every time he drives you both home. Is easy to read what's going through your mind, how you wish the world just swallowed you. People talk— the more religious, the more toxic is their venom— something that is part of Sam’s everyday life. Not yours.

You hide under long skirts, friendship bracelets and psalms. The role model that would never be able to break a plate or hurt a bug. The kind of girl you'd see every Sunday; which only makes it more entertaining to taunt you.

“Give me a kiss and I’ll give it to you,” He smirks, leaning down. Your eyes admire his piercings, the dark circles under his eyes— pure sin. The juxtaposition of your disgust and his amusement is enough to pump blood… all the way down.

“Ew,” You squint. “No.”

“Fine. Then show me your tits and I’ll give you the notebook.”

The request alone brings a wave of discomfort down your spine— but surprisingly you find yourself considering it. The thought lasts no longer than a few seconds, barely even acknowledged by your mind. Sam notices. Blue eyes drinking your expressions, how your eyes zone out for a moment, perhaps he hit a soft spot, or perhaps he was truly experiencing God’s blessings.

“Give me a kiss or show me your tits. Either way you'll win,” Threading carefully, there’s a purpose, a chance.

You pout, a habit of yours that indicates frustration. “I’m not going to kiss you.”

“Oh yeah. I forgot you are saving your first kiss for your husband,” Dangling the notebook over your head, Sam leans down. Just keep pushing, he repeats to himself. Just keep pushing. “Look. Showing me your tits isn’t that bad. I’m not going to touch you or anything.”

“It's just as bad!” You argue, biting the inside of your cheek. “If I’m saving myself for marriage, no one should see me.”

Gears working at maximum speed, you ignore how his eyes change focus. “ Now you are wrong, little sis. Your husband is the one who will touch you and enjoy your flesh. I will simply watch,” His words aren't even convincing, far from truthful, close to deceiving. “Just lift your grandma’s dress, I know you wear those fucking briefs underneath. I won’t look anywhere else.”

“How can I know that?”

He is so close. He can almost taste it.

“I swear to God.”

This is the first time you have ever heard Sam say that.

With a regretful tremble, your hands find the hem of your dress, lifting it slowly. Your eyes stay glued to the door, praying that no one walks in. He says it is not that bad— yet it feels like it. Your heart is racing, palms sweating, as if this wasn't supposed to happen.

“Well, if it helps, I think your bastard future husband will be more than happy.”

Not sure if his compliment is a backhanded comment, the second your eyes meet Sams, he lifts them, agreeing to break contact with those round, precious pieces that he thinks are in fact a blessing. A beat goes by. You know you should let go of the fabric now, he got what he wanted, right?

The notebook hits the carpet with a muffled sound just in time for Sam to launch forward. Pushing you down with strong hands on your shoulders, you let out a choked gasp, wondering when did you stop staring at his eyes to now focus on the white ceiling.

His tongue flicks your left nipple teasingly, the sudden jolt of pleasure both terrifying and exhilarating. “I said no touching,” He whispers, the devil’s voice dripping down his lips. Circling your nipple with said lips, you arch your back, surprised by your own response; the soft suckle is enough to drown your loud thoughts. momentarily, at least. “But I didn’t say anything about sucking.”

[offtorivendell]

On Elain, Gwyn and their apparent romantic worthiness.

TW: mentions of death, violent or sexual assault, infertility and pregnancy/childbirth related trauma. Please do not proceed if these topics bother you.

Disclaimer: please, please engage with this post with kindness. I promise I am not writing it to stir the pot, but because I - and many others - are fed up with seeing hurtful and harmful rhetoric spewed by the fandom, yet having no back up when dealing with it. Word vomit incoming, I'm sorry. This has been bothering me for a while.

My love to everyone who has been hurt by things they've read in this fandom. 💜

It's 2024 and I cannot believe we are still seeing posts, almost daily, about both of these women; all giving reasons why they cannot possibly be with Azriel. And I don't mean the debatable but utterly harmless discussions about Elain not looking good in black or Gwyn blabbing to Merrill when asked not to. Whatever, go nuts. I mean the truly horrific takes based around things these two women have had no control.

Now, my post history makes it very obvious where I stand in terms of ships, and yes, I'm well aware I've spoken before about the inherent power imbalance - that I perceive - which would exist if Azriel ever became involved with any of the priestesses in the women's shelter he is charged with protecting (to be clear, that's not me suggesting that Gwyn and her story isn't powerful, or powerful representation to those who see themselves in her, nor is it personal to Gwyn, or indicative of any of the sheltered priestesses and their ability to heal; it's purely a function of Azriel's position of authority over their sanctuary). I want to reiterate that my stating my feelings about this was never done with the intent to shame people who do ship them; we all ship who we like, and real world ethics should rarely come into it.

That being said, the following, in my opinion, is one of those times.

Firstly, I just want to say that lived experience informs how we interpret fiction, so please let me clarify something: the people who have said that they don't think Gwyn is ready for a relationship yet, and that NSFW fan art of her with anyone makes them uncomfortable, are not in any way in the wrong. They're simply the other side of the coin to those who find it empowering, and both are valid responses, often related to personal trauma. The problem lies with those very few who say that Gwyn could never have a romantic relationship, and call those who talk and/or post about it "gross." Some have called her "damaged goods." This is absolutely wrong and whoever is doing it needs to stop.

The entire fandom, even those who find romantic or NSFW content involving Gwyn uncomfortable to consume, frequently acknowledges that her trauma doesn't define her, and of course she should be able to enjoy love whenever she feels ready for it. Those who say otherwise are readily condemned from all corners. I've seen it happen and called the people out myself, as have many other Elriel shippers when necessary. However, Elriels are still very regularly and very publicly blamed for the actions of a few (some of whom I truly believe are burner accounts wanting to cause chaos, with their Elriel themed usernames and no post history), despite our largely collective action to call them out when we see it.

Could we do better? Absolutely, but so can you!

Because, on the other hand, I've noticed that, whenever I or others have tried to explain why the pliable bones "theory" - which attempts to reason that Elain could never be endgame with Azriel, as she and any baby would die during the course of pregnancy or childbirth - is equally as harmful, we are met with people publicly and wholeheartedly refusing to understand why (especially recently). Some horrific comments have been made to my friends, not to mention all of those I see well after the fact, which are never widely condemned by any but us. People will argue back that we're wrong, and have even suggested we're weaponising infertility! On Mothers' Day, of all the fucking painful days to say that.

Some of the push back I've seen recently includes:

"Nobody has said Elain is infertile."

No, nobody has, and that's not what we're saying or have ever said. We know you don't think this, as the Elucien fandom loves to write and draw Elain and Lucien's hypothetical future children (which is super understandable, as this is a romantasy fandom after all - no shame, enjoy your warm fuzzies).

What we are saying is that, if it's true that Elain's anatomy wasn't changed as Feyre and Nesta's was - and to be clear I cannot stand that entire plot, I wish SJM had chosen literally any other reason why Feyre's pregnancy was dangerous, as it is simultaneously degrading and doesn't fit with her previously established lore - then Elain and Azriel, together^, would be functionally infertile. Yet it's only ever framed as Elain's body not being able to work with Azriel's, never the other way around.*

^Why didn't the bat boys have to sacrifice their wings to keep their wives/mates safe? Why did the women have to change their anatomy? Because it would make it harder for them to be all powerful? Well Nesta sacrificed her powers! Why not just have Feyre be cursed by an enemy or something, and Nesta found a way to use the Dread Trove to save them all. Ugh. I love SJM's books, but this was such a miss.

*HOSAB/HOFAS SPOILER: funnily enough, this was never said about Ruhn and his eventual mate, even though he actually did think he may be unable to father children, thanks to the Oracle's prophecy. People shipped the hell out of him and a couple of different women throughout the CC series, despite the chance he could never get them pregnant.

"People haven't called Elain damaged goods, so it's not the same. We're allowed to not like her."

My faerie porn* lover in christ, what the fuck do you think the pliable bones "theory" is actually doing? It is suggesting that Elain's hypothetical inability to survive having children with Azriel, and for those children to also survive childbirth, is impaired. Ergo, she's damaged.

We don't care if you don't like Elain, we're allowed to have different preferences in characters and ships. That has never been the problem.

*I use this term with affection as a great lover of the genre.

But "damaged" vs a functionally "impaired" uterus? It's the same damn thing, and sorry, it's misogynistic af, not to mention ableist and homophobic at a minimum. In the same breath you are also reducing your favourite to her apparently functional uterus (even though the pliable bones argument is medically inaccurate, by the way - this is really damning of the state of health education across so many countries).

"Hahaha/lol."

Yes, I have seen people laugh and treat this as a joke. As recently as tonight, in fact. It's disgusting.

Regardless of your lived experiences and shipping preferences, both of these takes about Elain and Gwyn are equally degrading and horrific and need to stop, but if you're only calling out the comments that hurt you/your friends/your ship and not the others, then you should maybe attempt some basic self reflection and analyse those double standards you're carrying.

This entire fandom needs to do better. I'll say again, for the umpteenth time, to any of my fellow Elriels that if you think mocking Gwyn's past is funny, then you're not mature enough to read an adult series. But this works both ways, and if you think mocking infertility is funny/use it as a win, then you're just as immature. I would really and truly appreciate it if we were not left alone to argue over and over again why discriminating against someone who couldn't "have a man's children" is wrong, and why many, many people in this adult fandom - that is largely comprised of women! - might find such a theory, and the resulting discourse, incredibly upsetting.

Infertility hurts; not having a kid when you want one can be viscerally painful. Besides that, I know very few people who have given birth who don't carry around some sort of emotional or physical trauma from doing so. Treating a character's hypothetical infertility with one man as a joke is gross.

Please don't call Gwyn "damaged goods" or suggest that Azriel would choose somebody else over Elain because she couldn't have his kids.

They are the same thing.

It's not hard to be kind. Pain is not a competition.

We should all do better, and take care of each other.

[scoobydoodean]

CASTIEL I'm sorry, Dean, but I warned you not to put that thing back inside him. DEAN What was I supposed to do? Let T-1000 walk around, hope he doesn't open fire? CASTIEL Let me tell you what his soul felt like when I touched it. Like it had been skinned alive, Dean. If you wanted to kill your brother, you should have done it outright.

Another scene people use to villainize Dean for putting Sam's soul back in his body—a kind of meta I have already criticized several times. The context of this scene gets really lost in the weeds when it gets giffed. Most obviously when you actually watch the scene, it's part of a larger conversation about whether or not Sam (who's been unconscious for 10 days) is even going to wake up. Immediately prior to this bit of dialogue that always gets giffed:

DEAN Is he ever gonna wake up? CASTIEL I'm not a human doctor, Dean. DEAN Could you take a guess? CASTIEL Okay. Probably not. DEAN Oh, well, don't sugarcoat it.

Dean asking Cas questions ("Will he wake up?") that Cas doesn't have the answers to is also a thing Cas hates. He likes to avoid questions he doesn't have the answers to by flying off when he can (ex: 5.01, 6.03) or not showing up in the first place (ex: 6.03, 6.06). And all those moments this season have been in regards to questions about Sam's soul... because it's a sore subject in a way we can only realize retroactively after finishing 6.20 "The Man Who Would Be King" where we find out Cas is the reason Sam came back wrong to begin with.

In this scene, Cas thinks Sam isn't going to wake up, and he just felt his soul and saw what a terrible state it's in, and secretly, he sees this as his fault. If Cas hadn't fucked up, Sam's soul, just like his body, would have been back to the earthly realm within a week of Sam going to hell. Because he fucked up and missed something that probably feels painfully obvious in hindsight, Sam's soul spent a year in hell being "skinned alive" as Cas describes, while his body walked around fucking everyone around him over—including Dean who this was supposed to be for. It's his fault that Sam came back soulless. It's his fault that while soulless, Sam hurt people and used Dean and nearly killed Bobby. It's his fault that Dean got so desperate he put Sam's soul back in. It's his fault that Sam's soul is damaged like this because he's the one who accidentally left it behind (and making what in hindsight must feel like such an obvious mistake must be infuriating).

Cas was able to avoid the soulless Sam problem as long as Cas wasn't around. From afar, he could just say "good enough" to have Sam's body around even though he knew Sam was off and was secretly bothered by his behavior (6.06, 6.10). By putting Sam's soul back in his body, Dean unwittingly made the reminder of Cas's mistake unavoidable.

Cas wanted to bring Sam back to make Dean happy, but he fucked it up, and Dean faced the fallout and (tried to) clean up the mess, which probably stings. In the process, Dean was in danger and (by bargaining with Death) put himself in further danger—the number one thing Cas has been trying to avoid since watching Dean rake leaves— which probably stings. Dean asked Cas to touch Sam's soul and then Cas had to directly feel what his careless mistake meant Sam suffered through which definitely stings. And there isn't even a consolation prize here of "well at least I got his body out" anymore because (unwittingly) Dean is telling him “well your fuck up consolation prize wasn’t good enough”. Cas wants to convince himself soulless Sam could have been enough and HE isn’t the one that created Frankenstein’s Monster—Dean did—but Cas knows that isn’t true deep down. In his head, he ultimately created this situation and this incongruous Sam and all the fallout is on him. Sam wakes up and prays to him and Cas immediately shows up with no ulterior motives like an ancient weapons (such as in 6.03 or 6.06 or 6.10). He shows up purely because Sam is awake and alive and his soul is in his body and he's OKAY despite all the damage resulting from Cas's major fuck up and it's such a relief Cas forgets all the awkward interactions they had in season 5 and tries to hug him.

[fanfoolishness]

Growing Pains

This one came to me as a combination of prompts from @thecoffeelorian (who sent Tech and Crosshair + Cadet as a prompt!) and @summer-of-bad-batch, whose week 1 prompt was water gun fight. Somehow my brain mashed them together and here we are!

Crosshair has trouble sleeping, but Tech has an idea for a distraction. Cadet Batch, brothers being brothers, pure fluff. ~1700 words.

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Tap tap tap.

Tap.

Tap tap.

Crosshair growled, rolling over in his bunk and kicking his legs out from under his blanket.  “Tech,” he warned.

There was no answer. Crosshair lay on his back, scowling up at the ceiling.  He reached down and rubbed his shins, wincing.  They throbbed and ached. 

More growing pains. He was so sick of them.  Nala Se said they were normal, that pain medication wouldn’t help. Crosshair wished he could just grow up already and be done with them.

He lifted his hand, nibbling at the dry skin around his fingernails, biting at it until he tasted blood.  He frowned, balling his hand into a fist and jerking it away.

Tap tap.

“Will you stop tinkering and go to sleep?” Crosshair hissed.  

“Hm?” Tech asked from across the room, where he was working on a half-scuttled battle droid under the light of a single glow lamp.

What he was doing with it, Crosshair had no idea, but the nagging tapping wasn’t helping him get to sleep any faster.  Especially not with the way his shins pulsed and ached.

“Put that thing away and go to sleep,” Crosshair snapped. “Haven’t you noticed it’s been lights out for hours?”

“You can usually sleep through my projects,” Tech said, adjusting his goggles. He got up, padding over to Crosshair and peering closely at him. Despite the late hour Tech looked as alert as ever, though his brownish hair was rumpled and dark grease smudged his cheeks.  “Why are you still awake?”

Crosshair sat up with a scowl.  “Because you’re annoying.”

Tech raised his eyebrows at him, unperturbed. “I’m no more annoying than I usually am.”

Crosshair sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.  “My legs hurt,” he confessed.  

“Oh. Growing pains.  They’re no fun.”  Tech paused, looking closely at him.  He reached out and grabbed Crosshair’s hand, examining his fingers.  “You should stop biting those, you know.”

“Shut up.”  He yanked his hand away.  “I know.  I just -- I start and it’s hard to stop sometimes.  Especially if something else is bugging me.”

Tech sat down beside him, sitting with him back to back.  Crosshair felt some of his tension fade, and he leaned into his brother, closing his eyes.  He was so tired.

But his legs twinged, as painful as ever.

“So why aren’t you asleep yet?” he asked Tech, trying to keep his mind off his legs.

“I’m trying to figure out how to reprogram this droid,” Tech said.  “Make it fight for us instead.  I know it’s a training droid, so it won’t really be fighting at all, but it’s good practice.  Maybe it’s something I could do on the battlefield, once we get our shot.”  

“Huh,” said Crosshair, impressed.  “That would be good.”  He was quiet for a minute, thinking.  “Don’t you get tired staying up, though?  You could do this stuff during the day.”

Tech fiddled with his goggles.  “I could.  But we have other training then.  I want to learn as much as I possibly can, but since we grow so quickly, that translates into less time.”  He shrugged.  “And I don’t really get tired when I’m focused.  It’s as if I go into my own little world.”

Crosshair stifled a snort.  That was an understatement.  “I’ve noticed,” he said, but considered.  He thought he knew what Tech meant.  “Like when I’m planning a really hard shot?  Everything else goes away.”

“Yes, exactly.”

Crosshair wished he had that kind of focus now.  His legs ached with another horrible set of pulses, and he rubbed at them with both hands, swearing under his breath.

“It’s particularly bad tonight, isn’t it?” 

“Yeah,” Crosshair admitted.

“You know what helps me?” Tech asked.  “Distraction.  I may have just the thing.”  He trotted back to his tangles of wires and tools.  Crosshair watched him, wondering if they’d wake up Wrecker and Hunter.  But Hunter had buried his head under his pillow, and Wrecker could sleep through anything.

“If you want me to tear apart droids with you, thanks but no thanks,” said Crosshair. He was okay with basic datapad work, but hopeless at the intricate stuff Tech managed to do without breaking a sweat.  “They don’t make any sense to me.”

“You could learn if you wanted. You’re very bright.  Not at my level, but still —“

“Tech.”

Tech finished rummaging in his pile of projects and came back to Crosshair, pressing something into his hands.  “Here.”

Crosshair looked down at what appeared to be a small white blaster, but with a curious tank attached to it.  He lifted it and heard it slosh.  “What is it?”

“A water blaster,” said Tech. “They won’t let us have real blasters to practice with in here, of course, but I thought I’d try making something like this for practice.”  He held up a little board of shiny white material with a black target drawn on it.  “Where do you want this?”

Crosshair grinned.  “Across the room. Give me a challenge.”

“You might find it’s more of one that you think,” said Tech. “You’ll have to account for gravity, and the minimal propulsive capabilities of this water blaster compared to the real thing.”

“Hm. I’ll be the judge of that,” said Crosshair, experimentally squirting Tech with the blaster between the eyes.  Water dripped down his nose and splattered on his goggles.

“Very funny,” Tech said, mopping his forehead and lenses with his sleeve.  He flashed Crosshair one of his little half-smiles.  “All right, let me find a spot to stick this.”

“Try over here,” Hunter groaned. “Since you two are keeping me awake anyway.”  He tapped the top of his bunk.  “I think… it’ll take Crosshair four tries before he gets a bullseye.”

“Four?” Crosshair asked, offended, as Tech affixed the target above Hunter’s bunk, across the room.  He took aim with the blaster, lining up his shot, figuring that the water would take a parabolic motion at that distance.  He fired slightly higher than the target —

And the water splashed harmlessly onto the floor a good meter away.  

Crosshair stared at the dry target, infuriated.  “You didn’t tell me this thing had no power!”

“Well, look at it,” Tech chuckled. “Do you see a power source? I just put it together with some spare casing material and a simple plunger. It’s significantly limited.  That’s why I had it set aside, I’m sure I could design something much more effective if I had the time.”  Tech sat down again amongst his wires, resuming his fiddling.

Hunter yawned, sitting up and running a hand through his shaggy hair.  “Maybe four was too generous. Maybe I should make it five tries.”

Crosshair glowered.

“What are you all blabbering about?” Wrecker mumbled. “Some of us are trying to sleep!”

“Crosshair’s trying out a new weapon,” Hunter said.  Which was the wrong thing to say around Wrecker.

“What!” Wrecker cried in excitement.  He tried to get out of his bunk, but was so tangled in his blankets that he rolled onto the floor with a thump.  From there he propped himself up on his elbows, all hint of sleepiness forgotten.  “New weapon? Where’d you get it? How’d you sneak it in? What’s it do? Can’t believe you were holding out on me —“

“It’s Tech’s. It’s just a water blaster, and not a very good one,” Crosshair said, taking aim, adjusting based on the disappointing performance of his last shot.  He experimented by slightly covering the barrel of the pistol with his fingernail, narrowing the opening, and shot a jet of water out the end. It sailed across the room, falling short of the target again but hitting Hunter square in the face.

He grinned.  That would do nicely.

“Oh that does it, Crosshair,” Hunter grumbled, wiping his face off.  “Tech! You got any more of these things?”

“Yes, I made enough for all of us,” Tech said mildly.  “Though as I said before, the design could be better…” He searched through his piles of debris and pulled out three more blasters, tossing one each to Hunter and Wrecker before whirling and squirting them both in the face with his own.

“Oh, it’s on!” Wrecker roared, rolling out of his blankets and squirting Tech three times, then training his blaster on Crosshair.

“Oh no you don’t —“

The battle was pitched and bloody.  Crosshair leapt from his bunk to take cover behind the crate that held their dirty laundry, sending out jets of water that spritzed his brothers dead in the face every time.  Wrecker charged him, wearing a blanket as armor, water from his blaster flying everywhere.  Hunter circled around on the outskirts of the fray, catching Tech from behind, but Tech pulled out a secret fifth water blaster and squirted both Hunter and Crosshair at once. 

They howled with battle cries, erupting into a mad scuffle in the center of the room, water splashing into the air, limbs a tangled frenzy.  

“I’m gonna get you!”

“I’d like to see you try!”

“You’re all dead!”

“We’ll see who has the upper hand now!”

At last the battle came to a close.  By the time they flopped onto their backs panting with exhaustion, Wrecker had a (self-inflicted) bloody nose, Hunter’s head was drenched, Tech’s goggles were halfway across the room and Crosshair had stolen all five of the blasters for himself.  

“We should do this every night,” Wrecker snorted, pinching his nose shut.

Hunter laughed, elbowing him.  “Well, it was pretty fun.”

“It was certainly a good distraction.”

Crosshair took aim with one of his blasters at the target over Hunter’s bunk.  The spray drenched the bullseye perfectly.  “There.  Three,” he said in triumph, sticking his tongue out at Hunter.

“Haha, nice one, Cross!”

“Ahhh, I knew you had it in you.  I only said four to piss you off.”

“Not that that is difficult.”

“Hey, that’s -- okay, that’s true.”

Crosshair lay on his back near his brothers, still catching his breath, his eyelids getting heavy.  He put his hands under his head and stretched out on the floor.  With the blankets Wrecker had managed to hurl around the room beneath him, he was pretty comfortable.  

Comfortable enough to stay here, just a little longer.  He yawned and his eyes fell closed.  

He drifted off to sleep, and his legs didn’t hurt at all.

[itsthe60sbaby]

Things to be noted after the trailer of season 3 of Bridgerton part 2:

First things first, a ten days waiting is unacceptable. It’s a crime against fandomkind. Netflix, Shonda. You’re pure evil. I despise you. I adore you.

Secondly… my goodness, Pen is getting gorgeous and gorgeous. It’s hurting my eyes. Kate was breathtaking but Pen’s… I mean, she’s from another planet at this point. She’s glowing, unearthly, a goddess. She’s killing it in all departments. Character-wise (a lady doesn’t have dreams, just her husband… that still resonates, on different levels, chills) and as “object” of desire. Those lips, those cheekbones, the hair, her chest… those eyes, that body. Never saw someone so stunning. Maddly in love with this season, this couple and Penelope.

Eloise is getting lovelier by the minute too. Falling for her gowns. Can’t wait to see how their story plays put too. Bring on the drama, I am so not ready and so eager it’g getting me off balance and messing with my daily focus.

Benedict, oh BB. You’re my hero. I love the comic release you provide. Never change.

Antony, what can I say? You’re so impulsive (and kinda of an hypocrite let’s say it). But I love you, you’re the loveliest redeemed rake I have ever come across on tv.

Colin… where do I start? Your kind smirk gets me wobbly knees all the times. You’re adorable, mama’s boy and kinda a sexy bomb since you’ve blossomed. But aside from my hormones… shall we talk about the agonizing cry of angst he displayed against Pen after finding out of LW? I am heartbroken. What a hurtful moment. Luke, dear, I had underestimated you. What a scene, what a line… and the chemistry, for the love of tv Gods, is off the charts. Those love scenes... One can almost feel it under their skin. And there’s yet more to come… will I ever recover? Never I presume.

Go Miolet! Go! Let’s give mama B some water to tender her garden!

[imtryingbuck]

Nightmares and Shopping

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC!Theo

Summary: Bucky has to marry a woman who surprises him more and more as their story goes along.

Word count: 2,902

Warnings: angst. nightmares. mentions of urine. Eliza being the biggest cunt known to man. mentions of scars.

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By the time they had managed to try and salvage any of the supplies out of the warehouse - which wasn't a lot - it was late. Everyone was waiting for Bucky to say something, to say anything but he was silent. He didn't utter a word going there, during or after.

Getting into the car Bucky looked at his watch and sighed at how late it was, knowing that the conversation he was having with Theo before Steve interrupted was going to have to wait until morning, something he didn't want.

Walking into his home he climbed the stairs not even uttering a 'good night' like he did every night, leaving his family confused to his behaviour behind him.

Once he was settled into the huge warm embrace of his bed he let the quietness drift him off to sleep.

Bucky's startled awake from his slumber as the screams pierced throughout the house. Rubbing the sleep that had gathered in his eyes he grabs the gun from his bedside table and jumps out of bed.

He sees the members of his found family in the doorways to their room, each already armed. The screams of pure terror ring out from Theo's bedroom, not wasting a single second he barges inside nearly taking the door of its hinges, gun ready to shoot at the intruder who had the nerve to break in to his home and attack his wife.

Eyes searching the room he slowly lowers his gun, his heart cracking when he sees Theo backed into the corner rocking back and forth with her knees pulled tightly to her chest, stream of tears sliding down her cheeks. His heart cracking even more when he sees the blood lightly flowing from her swollen lips as she bites down on them.

"Doll, sweetheart wake up please" He pleads softly.

"No more pl-ple-please no more"

"Theo wake up sweet girl"

"P-p-please ma-ke them sto-p E-Eliza"

Bucky swears his heart is going to stop beating at the way she stutters, the way she pushes her already small frame further into the wall. The words she begs make his blood boil he mentally fights with his heart and mind, his heart wants to protect his wife even from her nightmares whilst his mind wants to know more so he can put a bullet through the bastards head who hurt her.

Placing his gun on the bottom of her bed he slowly walks towards her pleading with her to wake up as he goes, kneeling down on the ground in front of her he doesn't grimace when he kneels in the puddle of urine.

"Doll wake up please, you're safe no one's going to hurt you. Please baby wake up"

"No mo-more"

"No more sweetheart, I promise you. Just open those pretty eyes for me"

Steve needed to hold on to Wanda as she tried to get towards Theo to help her. Nat lowered her head. Sam flinched at the woman's cries.

Bucky. Bucky was trying to keep it together.

"N-no m-mo-more?" She questioned whilst still asleep.

“No more sweetheart." He promises.

Sighing a breath of relief as she pants for air, her eyes open. "M-mr James"

"Bucky sweetheart, your safe"

"I-I'm so sorry sir"

"Don't apologise come on let's get you cleaned up okay?"

"I-I-I'll clean-" her hands hovered over the accident she had.

"I'm talking about cleaning you up. Wanda's here and she'll help you okay darling"

Calling Wanda over he holds out his hand for Theo to take. When Wanda takes Theo into the bathroom, Nat leaves to get some clothes from Wanda's room before knocking softly to hand them to Wanda, Sam still had his eyes trained on the bathroom door. Steve moves in with a towel gripped tightly in his hand going to lay it over the puddle Bucky takes it from him and does it himself.

"Buck?"

"What am I going to do Stevie?" The last time Steve has ever seen his best friend cry was years ago when his grandmother had passed away. Seeing him with tears wetting his cheeks Steve doesn't waste a moment to pull his brother into his arms.

"We'll figure it out I promise"

As Bucky was about to reply the door came open revealing Theo who was now wearing clean clothes that belonged to Wanda.

"I'm going to be staying with her tonight Buck" Wanda speaks lowly.

They all watch as Theo moves quickly with her head down and crawls under the bed. Wanda gave Bucky a tight lipped smile and copied her friend's movements.

The rest go back to bed but Bucky. He shuts the door and drops to his knees, he lays on the floor next to the bed and slowly moves his hand out to reach hers.

Falling asleep on the cold wooden flooring was uncomfortable but Bucky found solace as he slid his hand into Theo's, her fingers squeezing ever so gently.

The sun rouses Wanda making her the first one to wake out of the trio, she beams at the sight of Bucky's hand linked tightly together with Theo's. Taking slow steps towards the door she makes her escape.

"Morning guys" she greets as she walks into the kitchen.

Receiving a chorus of greetings she takes a slice of toast off Nat's plate earning herself a smack on the hand.

"Bucky stayed with us last night, well early hours in the morning”

"Was anyone else's heart breaking at her cries or was it just me?" Sam questions with food in his mouth.

"How many times have I told you not to do that?" Steve's quick to scold him "and no mine was too"

"Same" Nat nods.

"So I was thinking all of us should leave, give all the staff the day off that way they can spend the day together" Steve says watching as his friends nod in agreement. They know Bucky needs this push.

The four of them clear out the house before Bucky and Theo wakes.

Bucky walks into the kitchen and sees Theo cooking breakfast he stands there for a moment to watch.

When he woke up he panicked when she wasn't there but hearing the distant sound of bacon sizzling he gathered she was downstairs.

"Morning Theo"

"Mr James I-I'm so sorry about last night"

"Bucky, everyone calls me Bucky so please stop with the whole mr James shit and stop apologising everyone gets nightmares" he says softly.

He stood and watched as her head dipped low as she turns back around to the bacon in the pan.

"Where is everyone?" He asks.

"There's a note on the counter"

He walks over to where a piece of paper laid on the marble top-

***

Buck we gave the day off to the staff and we've gone out for the day so you and Theo can talk, get to know each other.

Wanda says take Theo shopping as she desperately needs clothes.

See you later

***

"It's just the two of us today Wanda says to take you shopping for clothes, so we'll eat and go shopping, would that be okay?"

"I don't have any money sir"

"I'll pay and what have I said about calling me sir?"

"N-not to do it. I'm sorry. You don't need to waste your money on me"

"Stop apologising as well, please. And Theo I won't be wasting money on you"

Bucky's quick to notice that there's only enough food for him so as Theo's about to put the food out he tells her to sit at the table, putting the food she made in front of her he makes himself breakfast.

After eating and putting the dishes away they retreat upstairs.

"The store that Wanda loves to go to isn't that far we can go there if you like or do you have somewhere else in mind?" Bucky questions once the pair was on the road.

"I've never been shopping before Wanda took me" she whispers.

"Oh. I'm sorry that the first time you went shopping was with Wanda that girl don't know when to stop"

Bucky nearly crashed the car when he heard Theo laugh. Wanda was wrong, it wasn't cute. It was heavenly.

His eyes couldn't stop bouncing from the road to her sitting next to him, a small smile playing on his lips hoping, wishing that he could hear it again and again until death did them part. Even though he remembered that Theo had asked Michael for a divorce he kept telling himself that there was time for him to fix this marriage.

"It was fun, I had fun" she says with a smile.

"I'm glad, you and Wanda get along well don't you?"

"She said I'm her friend"

"Is she yours?"

"I've never been anyone's friend before an-and l've never had one b-but I think she is" giving a light shrug, Bucky's heart pangs at her confession.

"She's a great friend to have, loyal and kind, supportive and fiercely protective. Wanda's more like my sister really" He sees her smiling and he loves seeing the way her dimple dips in.

Noticing they had arrived he pulls up and gets out the car before she could, opening her door he smiles.

"Welcome Mr Barnes, I'll have the store cleared out immediately" the manager spoke quickly before dashing away.

And immediately it was, within a few minutes the whole store was empty aside from Bucky, Theo and the manager.

"Get whatever you like, if you need help Ria will help okay?" Bucky asked as he notices Theo not moving.

Nodding and moving a price tag on a shirt that looked similar to that of Wanda's had her gasping at the price moving along her palms started to sweat, the prices of the clothing making her heart beat unevenly. It didn't help that she could feel Bucky's eyes on her.

She couldn't understand why he was doing this for her not since she had told him about asking her father to let them divorce and let one of his daughters marry him instead and especially not with what happened the night before, she pissed herself in front of him and now he was taking her shopping.

It didn't make sense.

"Theo? Is everything okay?" Bucky's soft voice startled her.

Making her way over to where he stood she lowered her head and whispered "everything is really expensive sir"

"Don't worry about money, have you seen something you like?" though she liked the top that reminded her of her new found friend she shook her head.

"We can go somewhere else if you like?" he tries again.

Nodding she looked up and out of the window, across the street a little ways down there was a store and from what she could see the sign said "Thrift Store" and a huge red sign saying sale was hanging in the window.

Looking back at Bucky her breath stuttered in surprise at the fact he was already staring at her.

"Ca-can we go there, please?" pointing at the store Bucky's blue eyes followed her arm as she pointed.

"A-are you sure?" nodding at his question "O-okay" a thrift store he scoffed in his head. Saying his goodbyes to the manager he opened the door for Theo.

Once they had entered the store the owner had forced all the customers out in hopes to please the Mob boss.

"Anything catching your eye?"

"N-not sure"

He watches as she glides around the store, watching as her eyes light up before picking out an item then moving on to the next. Bucky smiles softly at her when she lifts her head up eyes darting around until she lands on him, giving him a shy smile her head goes back down as she continues her hunt.

"I-I like these sir"

"They look good, would you like me to hold them as you continue to look?"

Shaking her head softly "I'm done sir"

"Theo there's only two pairs of trousers and a shirt here" he says as he looks at the very small pile of clothing in her hands.

"That's a-all I'm allowed"

"No sweetheart, you need to fill your wardrobe up. It's okay to get more, I saw you pick up lots of clothing that had you smiling"

"I only need two pairs of trousers and a shirt..."

"Not to fill a wardrobe up. Pass me those and let's get you some more, okay"

Handing him the items she trailed behind him like a lost puppy as he seem to have memorised her previous movements. Soon enough the owner had to come over and take the clothes out of Bucky's hands and placed them on the counter.

"J-James this is too much"

"Nonsense, is there anything catching your eye?"

"N-no"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes sir"

As they moved over to the counter where two huge piles awaited them there was two things that caught Bucky's eyes, one of them being something that he watched Theo touch delicately - a rugged brown bear.

The other was a jacket that had cross stitched patches on the elbows and breast pocket, though he still didn't know his wife the jacket screamed Theo, so when she wasn't looking he picked both items up and handed it to the owner.

Though he didn't bat an eye at the total he heard Theo inhale sharply.

Theo tried desperately to take the bags from Bucky's hands he shook his head, instead he gave her his car keys and asked her to get the door.

"I'll get Martha to wash all your new clothes for you when she's back tomorrow" Bucky says as he put the bags down in the foyer.

"I-I can do it"

"Nope don't worry, would you like me to order you some food?"

"Why?"

"Aren't you hungry?"

"No why are you doing this?"

"I'm not following..."

"Why are you being nice to me? I told you yesterday that l asked my father to let us divorce"

"I sadly remember that, can I ask why you did it?"

"So you can marry one of my father's daughters"

"I already married one"

"No you married his bastard"

Furrowing his eyebrows he sighed, he knew she was the product of her father's affair but truthfully it didn't matter to him. Bucky truly believed he could find happiness with Theo if only given the chance. Turning his back to her he pinched the bridge of his nose trying to contain the emotions swirling around his heart "I don't care about that Theo"

She stands there surveying his movements when she remembered Eliza's words from the day before she swallowed thickly as her stomach churned at what she was about to do.

"Well y-you might change your mind now" she whispers just loud enough for him to hear.

"Wha-Jesus Christ-Theo-what... wha-" his stomach drops along with his heart when he turns around and sees Theo standing before him in only her bra and underwear.

The angry scars that are on her stomach makes his nose flare in anger, the huge scar that Wanda had mentioned was bigger than he thought. The small circled scars Bucky knew for a fact were from cigarette burns.

"Let's have sex" she whispers once again, the urge to cover herself up and run away itches her insides.

"N-n-no put your clothes back on"

"It's okay I just have to lay right here and take it sir, don't worry about hurting me the others don't" the last three words were barely above a whisper, slightly hoping he didn't hear her confession but sadly he had.

"Put your clothes back on" he repeated however this time in more of a demanding tone.

"Now that you've seen the filth that is my body you can now ask my father to divorce me, he'll say yes to you"

"Fuck sake Theo put your clothes back on!"

"It-it makes you sick doesn't it"

"Yes" he answers without missing a beat. Moving closer to her he bends down to pick her shirt up he hands it to her "But not for the reason you think, please sweetheart put your clothes back on and me and you are going to talk"

Feeling like the most stupidest of people thinking, wishing Bucky would of done what Eliza had told her how he would react. It confused her why he didn't either run away or dragged her out of his house.

"Are you dressed?" Bucky asks with his back to her.

"Ye-yes"

Turning back around his eyes found hers, he motioned for her to go and sit on the couch "I need you to be honest with me Theo, how did you get these scars?"

Hesitating for a few minutes Bucky sat patiently as she gathered her thoughts, as she opened her mouth to finally confess she slams her lips shut as a loud ringing coming from Bucky's phone pierces through the silence.

"God sake, give me a second sweetheart. Hello?"

She couldn't hear what was being said on the other end of the line but the way Bucky's face dropped and paled she knew it wasn't good.

"We'll be right there." Standing up he handed her Wanda's coat that she had let her borrow the day earlier before putting his on.

"We need to go, come on" his voice wobbled enough to let her know it was serious and for her to comply.

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[im-actually-a-certified-idiot]

Just Your Best Friend

“You’re fucking kidding me.”

The words were supposed to come out as angry, fierce, sharp- something to give Lily a reality check with, to make her realize the mistake she was making. But those four words- those four simple, pathetic words- came out in a heartbroken, hoarse whisper. 

“I don’t understand,” Lily said. Her voice was high, nervous- she gave a little laugh. “I thought you’d be happy.”

“Happy?” Mary echoed. Her heart was being broken, shattered, ripped to thousands of pieces, and Lily thought she would be happy?

“For me. I thought…Mary, you’re my best friend. You’re supposed to support me.”

“Support you?” Mary had never been more speechless in her life. 

She had once read a Muggle Greek myth, about a nymph who was cursed to only echo back words spoken to her. At the time, she’d found it ridiculous, maybe amusing- but now she wondered if this was karma coming to bite her back in the ass. Was this the universe’s idea of a sick joke?

“What the fuck?” she whispered. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Lily?”

“Wrong with me?” Lily’s smile faltered. “I don’t understand-”

“He’s James fucking Potter!” The words finally burst out with the force she intended, the force she needed to communicate her pure, inexplicable rage. “He- he’s a bully! An arrogant arse! He struts around and hexes people for fun and-” She stopped at the look on Lily’s face, for the expression was full of pity- pity Mary could not stand. 

“He’s changed,” said Lily, her voice turning unnervingly soft. “People change, Mary.”

People change. Only Lily, sweet, optimistic Lily, would buy into such bullshit. Lily, who gave out second chances with the same abundance and generosity the Trolley Witch handed out sweets. Lily, who refused to see anything but good in people. 

“So you’re just going to- what? Forget about all the horrid shit he’s done? All the people he’s hurt?” Mary gave a bitter laugh, dimly aware of the growing panic on Lily’s face. “Gonna date him because he’s cool and popular? Rich, sexy boyfriend who takes you to bed every night?”

Lily jerked back, as though she’d been slapped. “I would never-” she hissed, her voice finally gaining an edge- in some way, it gave Mary a sense of relief. Kind Lily was infuriating, daunting- but angry Lily? Angry Lily was something Mary could work with. “You know, I expected this shit from everyone else- everyone else- but you, Mary. You were the last fucking person I expected to hear this from.”

This itself should’ve been a sign to stop, to apologize, to wipe that look of disappointed hurt off Lily’s face- but Mary really was a Gryffindor at heart. Reckless, impulsive, and maybe a little spiteful. She was her mother’s daughter, raised to know how to spot perfect opportunities for digs and words that hit too close to home. And she never missed a chance- ever. 

“I seem to recall the last time you said those words, you were still madly convinced that Snape wasn’t a fascist asshole, but a sweet innocent boy who just needed a second chance.”

If she’d hurt Lily before, that was nothing compared to now. All the blood drained from the redhead’s face, leaving it white and furious. Her green eyes flashed in such a way Mary knew she’d reached another level of rage. “Don’t you dare,” she said in a low, dangerous voice, “imply that James is anything like Snape. They are two widely different people, and you know it.”

The words struck Mary so hard she almost staggered backwards- not because of the tone, not because of the severity of them, but because of the word James. 

Not Potter. Not arrogant toerag. Not royal pain in her ass. James. They were on a first name basis. 

This was really happening. 

“You really love him,” she whispered brokenly. 

And just like that, all the anger seemed to drain out of Lily too. Her lips trembled, her green eyes turning glassy with unshed tears. “I love you, Mary, I love you so much,” she said, her voice turning mournful- and fuck, was she crying? “But I can’t…Merlin, I can’t do this right now.” Her voice cracked. “You’re supposed to support me.”

Mary couldn't find it in herself to say anything else. Instead, she turned away to the wall, unable to bear the sight of Lily’s tears. Leave, please leave, she thought, yet simultaneously praying she’d stay. 

“Why? Why can’t you do it?” Lily begged. “Marlene supports it, Remus supports it, Dorcas supports it- why can’t you? You’re my fucking best friend, why can’t you support it?”

Because I’m in love with you. Because I’m in love with you so much it hurts. Because you deserve so much better than him. Because you’re beautiful and kind and smart and everything that this world needs. Because-

“Answer me, fucking answer me, please.”

Because I need you. Because I love you. Because I’ve always been there for you in the way you don’t want. Because you’ve never been there for me in the way I want. Because you’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of. Because-

“I hate you!” Lily burst out. “I hate you! Why can’t you- fuck, why do people always leave me?”

Why do people always leave me?

Mary didn’t look up as Lily wrenched the door open and vanished down the stairs, her sobs echoing. 

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so. marylily angst, anyone?

[choimari-achoochu]

Playing... "This Love" by Taylor Swift

"How good can that certain love make you feel so good to the point it's too/down bad?"

Non-idol!Lee Heeseung x F!Reader

Tags : Angst, Hurt, fluff, comfort, NOT PROOFREAD, Reader fell first but Heeseung fell harder<3

"You kissed my cheek, I watched you leave. When you're young you come back to... To what you need. This Love is good, this love is bad. This love is alive back from the dead (oh-oh). These hands had to let it go free, but, this love came back to me. This love, left a permanent mark. This love is glowing in the dark. These hands, had to let it go free, but, this love came back to me."

You never really know where it all went wrong when the time came you and Heeseung had to break up. He was the perfect man. Always soft and caring, patient, he was the epitome of perfection, good looking with a lot of green flags. Being someone who was more than what you asked for, you hardly thought that a time would come where you would be separated from each other. More so, after 4 years of relationship.

You met him during your second year of college, he was in his third year. You had the fattest crush on this basketball player who aced every single class he took. So of course, you approached him. He was reluctant to even respond to you at first, but warmed up to your cheery personality sooner or later. Or maybe, too soon. You experienced love at first sight, but he slowly fell for you as time went on with the both of you hanging out.

He found you pretty cute, very cheery and bubbly. Your aura always radiates a sense of warmth that infects the whole room, the whole building if not. He was attracted to how your cheeks flush everytime you see him, how a shy smile always creeps to your face when he winks at you during a game, how your smile and laughs absolutely make his day.

You were what he considered constant happiness in his day-to-day routine. Sometimes when he wakes up in your dorm room after a movie night sleepover, his heart always swells with gratefulness and love when there, laying beside him on the bed, was your body presses against the sheets in a deep but peaceful slumber. He loved you so much to even ever think about being separated with your absolutely pure soul.

Yet, there in his dread, he's standing before your figure on your doorstep. His hands trembling and anxiously tapping his thighs as he gulps, not knowing what to say. When all of his academic pressure was weighing on his shoulder to the point he pushed you away, does he really deserve a second chance? You're not sure yourself.

"What are you doing here, Hee?" You asked with spite but pain at the same time.

"I-..." He paused. He wasn't trying to find what words to say, no. He was trying find the words to associate right after "...sorry...". But what should he say? "I'm sorry, I hurt you because I was too occupied with my own problems" ? Or was it "I'm sorry, I had to prioritize myself over our relationship and your feelings because I had "unintentionally" hurt you due to the fact I had assignments and projects to pass that led to me irrationally blurting out the words 'Let's break up'... " ?

"I don't know, Y/N, fuck..." He ran a hand through his hair and slightly pulled on a few strands.

You both know what he wants to say but you both take for granted the silence between the two of you, no matter how uncomfortable it may seem due to the tension.

However, he broke the seconds of silence with a sharp inhale and spoke again. "I'm so fucking sorry and regretful of the things I've done that I just— I don't even know how to start saying that sort of shit without thinking about how stupid it is. How stupid my actions were, how stupid it is for me to even seek for you after what I've done... " He stalls as tears well up in his eyes as he, with all the courage he has, looks into your eyes. You don't know if the pain and love you still absolutely have for him and from him seeps through the cracks of your broken hearts with the way he's trembling.

"...But I'm so fucking sorry. " He breathes out, a feeling of relief washing over him as he finally let every thought and emotion out of his chest. The only thing that remained was the feeling of dread that was to come after you reject his apology. You would definitely do that after all those stunts he pulled during your relationship—

"I forgive you." You say as you take your eyes off him, letting him process what you said without the burden of thinking you don't mean it. But as you break eye contact, his eyes go wide in surprise, an ineffable feeling washing over him as he thinks his ears are betraying him. So he asks...

"What?" He mutters but loud enough for you to hear.

"I said, I forgive you." You fiddle with your fingers as you answer him. "Also, it's not stupid."

"Huh?" He tilts his head in confusion, he feels he's too broken to even be able to think properly.

"It's not stupid to apologize. And I absolutely understand how you prioritized your studies above our relationship—"

"No, Y/N. Baby, that wasn't okay." He cuts you off.

"Yes, sometimes those sort of things can get in the of our relationship because, as students who want good grades, we have to put it first rather than our relationship. But that doesn't mean outburts are reasonable just because of all the academic stress. I'm happy that you forgive me, but please never seek for something less than what you deserve from me, Love." He reaches to meet your hand with his trembling ones for him to hold, he slowly lifts it up to his mouth and kisses the back of your hand.

Tears stream down your face as the raw emotions you've felt from the past week comes rushing back to you. All the pain, the misunderstandings that made you confused, the loneliness... Everything was too much to bear all st the same time.

"I'm sorry, too, Heeseung." He said in between sobs and he pulls you to his chest, wrapping you in his warm and comforting embrace.

"Don't say sorry. There's nothing for you to apologize for. I was in the wrong..." He mumbles sweet comforting word, but are still coherent enough for you to understand, as he kisses the top of your head.

"No, no..." You protested and shook your head. "I'm sorry for not being understanding and still being clingy. I should have been more mature." You sniffle as the words almost seem like queit mumbles, but Heeseung understands. He always does. How much you doubt yourself. It breaks him to be one of the cause for the cacophony of your negative thoughts to be the only thing you hear because of his actions. He softly runs a hand through your back as he sighs.

"Shhh, baby... You did nothing wrong. I wish I could have done better for you, but I'm here to do right now. Will you please give me a chance to make things right between us?" He pulls away, but his hands are still firm on your waist. He stares at your face.

He kisses your cheek and asks again, "Hmm? Please, Love?"

The moment you give him a soft nod, he wraps you back into arms once again and heaves a sigh of relief. He is never gonna lose you again. No, never. The week where he had to be away from the warmth you brought into his light was enough for him to suffer in darkness, all alone... He doesn't want that again. For the both of you. He doesn't wanna hurt you anymore, don't want to leave you all alone again, and you want the same thing. To never be away from his calming and comforting presence that he brings due to his love for you.

"Please never push me away again."

"I won't. I never will. Not again, never in the lifetimes where I have your love with me."

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