#hello I just discovered the real meaning of it all so I’m going to pretend like I got it all figured it out from the start

[rocketrouquine]

"It's not about glory. It's not about gettin' what you want. It's about belonging to something when the world has told you you're nothin'. It's about finding the family to kill for when yours are long dead. It's about letting go of ego for something larger. The crew."

Ok, yes. BUT. *stepping on soapbox*

Excuse me, ok, he got an amazing arc where he changed and I went from despising him (I never hated him, I thought he was entertaining in season 1 but very one note villain) to actually adoring him BUT : telling this speech, like, this is what you were always feeling in your soul ?AHEM ! SIR ! I haven’t forgotten your little lunch on deck in season 1 finale when you were speaking about « Izzy’s revenge » all gleeful and dickish while Ivan and Fang were serving you wine and you threatened WeeJohn with no rations just because he vexed your… yes you guessed it EGO.

Don’t get me wrong I really adore the contradiction and the hypocrisy of it all, it’s very on brand. BUT it was clearly the « I’m gonna die » speech.

[zesty4zenin]

“𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬, 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞?”

YANDERE!DOUMA X MALE!READER

SYPNOSIS: Douma’s cult offered him a pretty little thing. And for the first time in awhile, he doesn’t want to eat it. He instead wants to keep it with him! Forever.

WARNINGS: gore, cannibalism, implied forced marriage, and that’s it!

A/N: I’m trying a different style for my works..… you guys like it or should I go back to my regular style? :3

IT WAS just another day for Douma.

He greeted his followers with a casual hello, letting them shower him with worship and adoration. Among the rituals of his day, he indulged in the elaborate fake food he meticulously prepared, relished the real delicacies that satisfied his demonic cravings, and of course, savored the taste of women who fell under his spell.

Then, as the day waned, he retired to his quarters, pretending to sleep. It was a routine he followed diligently, day after day, without fail. Occasionally, a follower would discover his true nature as a demon, but Douma disposed of them swiftly, consuming their flesh without a hint of remorse.

And through it all, he felt nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

His life was a repetitive cycle, void of any genuine emotion or thrill.

The monotony was occasionally broken by the desperate pleas of those who realized the horror of what he truly was, but their fear only provided a fleeting amusement.

As the sun set, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, Douma lounged on his throne, surrounded by his devoted followers. He observed them with a detached curiosity, wondering what it would be like to feel as they did. They looked up to him with such reverence, unaware of the fate that could befall them at any moment.

One follower, a young woman, approached him with a gift, her hands trembling. "Lord Douma, I brought this for you," she said, her voice quivering with a mix of fear and adoration. Douma accepted the gift with a smile, masking the indifference behind his eyes.

"Thank you," he replied smoothly, his voice dripping with charm. "Your dedication is always appreciated."

The woman blushed, stepping back into the crowd. Douma's smile lingered as he watched her, already planning her demise for when her usefulness had ended.

As the night deepened, Douma continued his charade, maintaining his facade of benevolence and divinity. Yet inside, he was as empty as ever, each day blending into the next, the endless cycle of his existence.

But something in the air tonight felt different, as if a change was approaching.

Yeah, right.

Nothing has changed since all these years he’s been a cult leader, so why would it change now?

He shrugged his shoulders and closed his eyes, pretending to go to sleep, something he was no longer able to do.

THE NEXT DAY..

Douma 'awoke' with a yawn, stretching his sinewy limbs beneath the dim, crescent moon that cast a faint glow through his chambers. His eyes, devoid of human warmth, flickered with the remnants of a dream he couldn't quite recall.

He sighed softly, the memory of sunlight teasing at the edges of his consciousness, a distant echo of a time when such mundane sensations held meaning. But those days were long gone, replaced by the hunger and power that came with being a demon.

As he began to rise from his makeshift slumber, a soft knock interrupted his thoughts, followed by a timid voice outside his chamber door.

"Come in!" he chimed, his voice carrying an almost playful cadence as he settled onto his ornate throne, unfurling a delicate fan with practiced grace.

As the door swung open, revealing two of his devoted women worshippers, their smiles widened as they beheld Douma lounging regally on his throne. Their eyes sparkled with adoration as they stepped forward, barely containing their excitement.

"We have someone new to introduce to you, Lord Douma," one of them gushed, her voice tinged with reverence.

The other nodded eagerly, stepping aside to reveal you standing in the doorway, bathed in the faint moonlight that filtered through the chamber. Your presence seemed to stir something within Douma—something he hadn't felt in centuries.

His eyes, usually cold and indifferent, widened imperceptibly as he took you in. For the first time in his existence, a strange sensation gripped his heart—a version of what humans called love.

It was possessive, consuming, and entirely his own.

"You've caught my interest," he murmured, his voice a low, mesmerizing purr as he studied you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.

Douma didn't usually take much interest in his male worshippers. They were typically predictable and lacked the intriguing nuances that made him want them, for entertainment or pleasure. Their devotion was unwavering but bland, their actions all too similar to one another.

But you? You were different. There was something about you that drew his attention, something that set you apart from the rest. Your demeanor, your presence—it stirred a curiosity within him that he hadn't felt before.

Douma leaned forward, his fan brushing lightly against his chin as he observed you with a growing curiosity. "What is your name?" he asked, his voice dripping with a sweet, almost mocking charm.

You hesitated for a moment before answering, "[Name]."

Douma's lips curled into a slow, almost predatory smile. "[Name]… Welcome," he said softly. "I sense there's something special about you."

The two women glanced at each other, surprised by Douma's unusual interest. They had never seen him react this way to a new follower, especially not a male.

"Come closer," Douma beckoned, his gaze unwavering. As you stepped forward, you felt an inexplicable pull toward him, as if his very presence demanded your attention and obedience.

He waited for you to come closer, his eyes darkening with a possessive glint. "You’re very pretty for a boy," he cooed, his voice a silky whisper that promised both danger and allure.

The women by his side beamed, pleased with their lord's approval. Douma, however, couldn't tear his eyes away from you. For once, he felt a genuine interest, a twisted form of fascination that threatened to consume him entirely.

The women exchanged glances, their smiles widening even more as they saw the intense focus Douma had on you. One of them couldn't contain her curiosity any longer.

"Lord Douma, do you like him?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and awe.

Douma's gaze never wavered from you as a slow, almost predatory smile curled his lips. "Yes," he replied softly, his eyes gleaming with a strange light. "I do."

The women, thrilled by his response, bowed deeply before making their way out of the chamber. "We shall leave you two alone then," one of them said, her voice tinged with satisfaction.

As the door closed behind them, the room fell into a heavy silence, broken only by the soft rustle of Douma's fan as he flicked it shut. His eyes, now entirely focused on you, bore into yours with an intensity that made your heart race.

"Come closer," he commanded, his voice low and hypnotic. "I want to get a better look at you."

You took a hesitant step forward, feeling the weight of his gaze as if it were a physical touch. The air seemed to grow thicker, charged with an electric tension that was both thrilling and terrifying.

Douma's smile widened as you approached, a twisted satisfaction playing across his features. "Tell me, [Name]," he purred, his eyes locking onto yours with a possessive hunger. "What is it that you desire most?"

You took a deep breath, feeling the intensity of Douma's gaze pierce through you. "I desire love and companionship," you confessed, your voice steady but filled with an underlying sorrow. "My fiancée abused me, and my family despises me. I've been searching for a place where I can belong."

Douma's expression shifted subtly, a flicker of something darker passing through his eyes. He rose from his throne and stepped closer, his movements smooth and almost predatory. The air around him seemed to grow colder as he approached.

"Love and companionship," he repeated, his voice a whisper that seemed to echo in the chamber. "Such simple desires, yet so elusive for many." He reached out, gently lifting your chin with a finger, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Tell me, [Name], do you believe you can find that here, with Eternal Paradise?"

His touch sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of fear and a strange sense of comfort. "I… I don't know," you admitted, your eyes searching his for any hint of genuine emotion.

Douma's smile widened, a twisted blend of compassion and malice. "You will find what you seek here," he murmured, his voice a seductive promise. "I will ensure it. You will be loved, cherished, and protected under my watchful eye."

His words, though meant to be comforting, carried an underlying threat. There was no escape from his grasp, no turning back once you stepped into his world. Yet, in that moment, you couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope, however twisted it might be.

"Stay by my side, [Name]," Douma continued, his hand sliding from your chin to gently cup your cheek. "And I will give you everything you desire."

"You'll never be alone again," Douma continued, his eyes burning with a fervent intensity. "I will give you everything you desire, and more. All you have to do is trust me."

His hand dropped from your cheek, but his eyes never left yours. The room seemed to close in around you, the air thick with a tension that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

"Do you trust me, [Name]?" Douma asked, his voice a soft, seductive purr that promised both danger and salvation.

"Yes," you replied, the word slipping out a bit too eagerly as relief washed over you. Douma's laughter rang through the chamber, a low, amused sound that sent a shiver down your spine.

"Good," he said, his smile widening into something almost predatory. "I’m glad you trust me. Because I trust you too."

With a dismissive wave of his hand, he gestured for you to join the other worshippers who were still lingering outside. "Mingle with the others for now," he instructed, his voice tinged with a hint of excitement. "There’s something that I have to do right now."

As you reluctantly turned to leave, you couldn't shake the feeling of Douma's eyes following you, his presence lingering like a shadow in your mind. The other worshippers greeted you warmly, their admiration for Douma evident in their every word and gesture.

Meanwhile, Douma remained seated on his throne, his mind spinning with possibilities. You had stirred something within him—something he hadn't felt even when he was human. It wasn't just desire or possession; it was a twisted fascination that threatened to consume him.

As he watched you mingle with the others, a dangerous smile played across his lips. "Yes, [Name]," he whispered to himself, his eyes glinting with dark intent. "I think I’ll keep you until you turn bitter and old."

With that thought, Douma leaned back in his throne, his mind already plotting the next steps.

—

It was later that night, the temple quiet as everyone else had drifted into peaceful slumber. But you were restless, feeling the need to speak with Douma before you finally lay down to sleep. Dressed in your nemaki, you made your way through the darkened halls to his personal chambers, a sense of devotion and eagerness driving you forward.

"Lord Douma?" you called out happily as you opened the door to his chambers, but the room seemed empty, silent. Strange. Douma was usually there, a constant presence. Undeterred, you stepped inside, the soft rustle of your nemaki the only sound breaking the stillness.

As you ventured further into his chambers, a faint, metallic scent reached your nose, causing you to pause. Your heart began to race, a sense of foreboding settling over you. Pushing forward, you followed the scent until you heard the unmistakable sound of squelching and chewing.

Frozen in place, your eyes widened in horror as you came upon the gruesome scene. There, on the floor, lay your fiancée, her body ripped apart, bathed in a pool of her own blood. Douma was crouched over her, his mouth stained with crimson as he devoured her remains with a chillingly serene expression.

Time seemed to slow as you stood there, your mind struggling to process the sight before you. The warmth of the room felt like ice against your skin, the reality of the situation hitting you like a physical blow.

Douma looked up, meeting your eyes with a detached calmness that sent a shiver down your spine. "Ah, [Name]," he said, his voice disturbingly casual as he wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. "I didn't expect you to be up so late."

His eyes gleamed with a dark satisfaction, the earlier hatred now replaced with a twisted sense of possessiveness. "It seems I've taken care of a little… inconvenience," he continued, his tone devoid of remorse.

Your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of fear, shock, and betrayal swirling within you. "Why?" you managed to choke out, your voice trembling.

Douma's smile remained disturbingly serene as he stood, stepping over the remains of your fiancée with casual indifference. "She was getting in the way," he explained, his tone almost gentle. "She's in a better place now."

Tears welled up in your eyes, the horror of the scene overwhelming you. You turned to run, desperate to escape the nightmare, but before you could take more than a few steps, Douma's hand shot out with inhuman speed, gripping your arm and pulling you back to him. Panic surged through you as his iron grip held you in place, his eyes locking onto yours with an unsettling intensity.

"There's no need to be afraid," he murmured, his voice deceptively soothing. "I did this for us, [Name]. I learned what love is just for you. You should be grateful."

You struggled against him, your tears flowing freely now, but his hold was unyielding. "Let me go," you pleaded, your voice breaking.

Douma's expression darkened, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features. "No, [Name]," he said firmly. "You need to understand. I did this out of love. Say thank you."

His words were a command, not a request. You felt his grip tighten, the pressure making your heart race even faster. "Say it," he insisted, his voice playful but strained.

Trembling, you forced the words out, your voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you."

Douma's smile returned, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good," he said softly, releasing his grip slightly but not letting you go. "See? That wasn't so hard."

He pulled you closer, his other hand gently brushing away your tears. "Now, remember, [Name]," he whispered, his voice dripping with possessiveness. "You belong to me, and I will always take care of you. No one will ever come between us again."

Douma's eyes softened as he gently brushed a tear from your cheek. "Now, go back to sleep, [Name]," he instructed, his voice taking on a calming, almost hypnotic quality. Leaning in, he pressed a soft kiss to your lips, the metallic taste of your fiancée's blood smearing against your mouth, making you shudder.

With a shaky breath, you nodded and slowly walked out of his chambers, your legs feeling like they might give out at any moment. Each step felt heavy, your mind struggling to process the horrors you'd witnessed. When you finally reached your room, you collapsed onto your futon, curling up in a ball as silent tears continued to stream down your face.

Meanwhile, back in his chambers, Douma returned to the remains of your fiancée. He crouched down beside her, his eyes gleaming with a twisted satisfaction. With deliberate, almost reverent movements, he resumed his feast, tearing into her flesh with a disturbing ease.

The room filled with the sickening sounds of squelching and tearing as Douma devoured her piece by piece. His hands were slick with blood, his lips stained crimson as he chewed methodically, savoring every bite. He stripped the flesh from her bones, consuming it with a fervent hunger that bordered on ritualistic.

Douma's eyes flickered with satisfaction as he continued, his sharp teeth effortlessly ripping through muscle and sinew. He relished the metallic tang of her blood, the warmth of her flesh, the way her body yielded beneath his grasp. For him, this was more than sustenance—it was a declaration of the lengths he would go to ensure you remained his.

As he finished, Douma sat back on his heels, surveying the remnants of his meal with a satisfied smile. He wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, his thoughts already returning to you and the twisted love that bound you to him.

"Sleep well, [Name]," he whispered to the empty room, his voice carrying a promise of both protection and possession. "Tomorrow is a new day for us."

—

A year had passed since that horrifying night when you discovered Douma's true nature. The memory of him devouring your fiancée haunted your dreams, but you had long since stopped trying to escape. Each attempt was met with swift retribution, either from Douma himself or one of his loyal followers. In the end, you surrendered to your fate, resigning yourself to the life Douma had crafted for you.

Now, you sat on the throne beside him, a symbol of your reluctant acceptance. Douma lounged comfortably, sitting cross-legged with an air of regal nonchalance, while you knelt next to him, holding onto his arm and leaning into his side. The weight of his presence was both a comfort and a chain, binding you to him in a way that was inescapable.

"Look at our paradise, [Name]," Douma said softly, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he gestured to the room filled with worshippers. "Isn't it beautiful?"

You nodded, your eyes distant as you gazed out at the devoted followers. "Yes, my lord," you replied, your voice subdued. The title of "lord" felt foreign on your tongue, a constant reminder of the twisted love that had ensnared you.

Douma smiled, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your arm. "You see, this is what true love is," he murmured, leaning closer to you. "A bond that cannot be broken, a connection that transcends all else."

You forced a smile, your heart heavy with the weight of your circumstances. "Yes, Douma," you said quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

He tilted your chin up, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. "You belong to me, [Name]," he reminded you, his voice a playful purr. "And I will protect what is mine."

The worshippers around you continued their adoration, oblivious to the dark undercurrents that flowed between you and Douma. To them, you were their new lord, the perfect partner for their divine leader. They couldn't see the fear and resignation that lurked beneath your surface, the silent cries for freedom that had long since faded into acceptance.

As you leaned into Douma's side, you felt the cold metal of his fan against your skin, a constant reminder of his power and control. You were bound to him, forever trapped in the eternal paradise he had created, a paradise that was nothing more than a gilded cage.

ahh, that was my first time writing for demon slayer !! Was it good ? Did I write Douma decently ? 😭 also, I am writing chap 2 for yan!fem!Toji story :3

requests are open. . . — made by zesty4zenin on tumblr only!!

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Lesser Known Doctor Who Fics

Hello everyone! Happy Doctor Who Day — here's some Doctor Who fics that have under 5,000 hits! I hope you enjoy them :)

Take It, Leave It (But you'd better believe it) by lloydsglasses (760)

“I told my foster mum that I’m gay. Now she keeps trying to set me up with guys."

“Ah,” says the Doctor, with a frown. “That seems… counterintuitive."

Self-Defenestration by gawayne (1.2k)

The Doctor jumps out of a window, and Donna discovers he isn’t quite as human as he looks.

I'm a satellite, I'm out of control by rainbow_porcupine_ninja (1.3k)

Yazmin Khan's so tired of running. The Doctor is always rushing, hurrying from one place to the next and never stopping to talk about it. There is always so much running. All Yaz wants to do was sit down.

OR: In which the Doctor and Yaz finally have that talk.

making time by thereweresunflowers (1.3k)

This time, they really have run out of time. It’s sliding away with the melting of her ice cream and the lump she can sense quietly building in Yaz’s throat. In mere hours, there will be so much they’ll have left unsaid.

There’s silence between the two of them and the Doctor has so many regrets.

or, the ice cream in space scene but there's kissing <3

Whatever fits my skin by lloydsglasses (1.4k)

“So, does that happen to you a lot?” Bill asks once they’re safely back in the Doctor’s study, each cradling a mug of tea. “Getting snogged by gorgeous women as a thanks for saving their lives.”

The Doctor sets his teacup down gently on the desk, mouth pursing in distaste. “Far more often than I’d like.”

it's the end of me, i won't let it be the end of us too by starstruckthirteen (1.6k)

“I’m not going to pretend this won’t hurt, Yaz, ‘cause it will and it pains me to tell you that there’s nothing we can do to stop it. But what that sadness means is that we’ve had such an amazing time, together. The Doctor and Yaz in the TARDIS! Just think of everything we’ve done.”

if it's left to chance or fate, i'll be lost by yasminkhxns (1.7k)

It feels like a nightmare. A living, breathing nightmare. Except this is real, and she would happily pluck the worst of her actual nightmares from her brain and trade it for this living hell. Because this is worse than anything her timeworn mind conjures in her fitful sleeps.

Because Yaz has been shot.

And the Doctor is helpless.

don't hold this war inside by WishingTree (1.8k)

“It’s just - I’m scared,” she finally manages.

“Scared?” the Doctor stills where she’s been trying to roll up the sleeves of her coat, shoving the material of one arm over her elbow and asking, “Scared of what?”

Yaz doesn’t answer, can’t answer, and the Doctor goes to reach for her, aborting the movement halfway and only managing an awkward swaying motion.

“...Scared of me?”

By your side by winged_daydreams (2.7k)

Once her breathing had slowed down and her heart didn’t feel like jumping out of her chest anymore, Yaz finally dared to open her eyes and was met with a smiling Doctor looking down on her.

“Hey, you.”

“Hey”, Yaz answered weakly, feeling extremely tired.

“Do you want to check?”

Yaz nodded. It usually helped.

Sitting up a bit, Yaz trailed her hands under the Doctor’s shirt and reached for her back. Her fingers pressed against the soft skin there, searching for wounds or scars. Once she was satisfied that the skin was perfectly smooth, she retrieved her arms and avoided the Doctor’s gaze, shaking her head in response.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed, Yaz”, the Doctor’s face slowly approached hers and left a chaste kiss on her lips. “What do you think of some breakfast?”

giving up and giving in by seaunicorn (3.1k)

It takes Yaz almost dying for the Doctor to actually confront her feelings.

Baby, it's cold outside. by Ineffablemurderhusbands (3.2k)

The fam and the Doctor goes ice skating.

The Doctor is not very good at it and ends up stumbling.

River catches her.

Painfully Transparent by seaunicorn (4.9k)

After her conversation with Dan, Yaz decides to tell the Doctor how she feels. Unfortunately, the Doctor doesn’t seem to want to discuss and avoids the conversation in increasingly ridiculous ways.

Five times Yaz tries to tell the Doctor how she feels and one time the Doctor finally listens.

the world was void by river_of_words (5.8k)

Yaz's first night on the Tardis contrasted with her last.

Crescendo by WordsInTimeAndSpace (6k)

As her relationship with the Doctor slowly develops into something a little more than friendship, Rose starts to wonder what's holding him back. But one fateful night, he confesses something that makes her realize she never had any reason to worry.

half the world away by timelxrd (9k)

Locked up in a prison cell to live out the rest of her days, the Doctor is left with no choice but to dwell on her most recent discoveries while those around her only chip away at her reserve.

Half a universe away, Yasmin Khan comes to the conclusion that, sometimes, the Doctor needs a helping hand just as much as the next person.

Please send these lesser known fics some love! And if there are any that you know of — whether they be your own or someone else's — please share them with me :)

[elamimax]

Writeblr Introduction

Hey hi hello, I’m Ela, Ela Maxima or Ela Bambust (my real name isn’t a secret). I’m a refugee from twitter, though I was technically on twitter ten years ago. The passwords to those accounts have been lost, like tears in rain.

I’m a writer of queer and trans fiction, often with a very heavy emphasis on affirmation, leaving “queer suffering” narratives for others to tell. I’m here for the trans superheroes, the lesbian witches and nonbinary monsterfuckers. I try to keep the genres in which I write broad, because I like to pretend that it keeps me sharp or something, so I’ve written stuff from children’s picture books and YA novels to explicit erotica and hardcore body horror.

Other than that: I’m a European national, spent some time in the US, I use she/they if you know me and she/her if I don’t, I currently live with two clingy cats, my biggest literary influences are <modem dialup noise>* and I’m a sucker for Food, both in practice and in concept. Oh, and I’ve written 18 novels and novellas, which I’m all gradually getting published to amazon.

I’d like to try to get to know writing tumblr a bit, see what’s up, and then we can go from there!

Current WIPs

On Verdant Wings: Part two of the commissioned Verdant trilogy and sequel to Through Verdant Mirrors, Wings is the story of an orphaned “boy” become princess become queen. In the five years since she’s ascended the throne, Vera has become nigh obsessed with magic and the idea of finding others, those trapped in the wrong bodies, like her. The fact that there is a nymph living in her head who can do actual magic makes this a lot more manageable. But when she and her lovely husband Clarus go on a political visit to the neighbouring nation of Raasland, things start going spectacularly wrong. This one has a dragon in it.

Penumbra Redshift: Also a sequel (and also about someone with a creature in their head. It’s a running theme), Redshift is the sequel to Penumbra. In the first one, the Symbiote Penumbra (Penny to their friends) bonded with the incredibly depressed Maxine Powers, gradually teaching her that asking for help is allowed. It was an examination of depression and self-worth that just happened to star a transgender superhero. Redshift, then, is a spin-off featuring a new protagonist (Eric McCarthy) and a new Symbiote, Amaranth (Amy, of course). Together they will discover the meaning of antifascist action through the power of friendship and rioting.

Flipping Out: 6 kids all grow up together in Fuckoff Nowhere, Who Cares, all trapped in their own way. When one day they find a coin that lets them turn into anyone they can think of, the possibilities for hijinks and nonsense are endless. When fifteen years later they meet again at a swanky wedding, the six take a long hard look back at the road behind them, and the various adventures and betrayals that led them down that path.

Parasite: What if Penumbra (or Venom, if you like) was unrepentantly evil and cruel. An exploration of body horror and extreme discomfort. This one is not for publication nor is it really for a specific audience. This is the literary equivalent of picking at a mental scar and seeing what’s under there.

So yeah! Feel free to say hi, I’m basically always writing.

*I don’t cite my literary influences and heroes because people get extremely weird about those.

[sleepyheadscompany]

TW: DID struggles, fear of faking, mention of long inpatient stays

hello!

It’s been a while since i’ve posted anything DID so imma just type I guess.

I’ve been having some of the worst DID imposter syndrome ever and i guess that’s sort of expected for how my system functions.

I discovered my system in 2021 during covid. I was actually in the best place I’d ever been in right before covid. My spiral downward was pretty sharp. My system kicked into action and I wouldn’t really hold front for more than a few days at a time. This would go on for a few months.

I went inpatient for that and similar issues, got out, went in again a few months later and stayed in inpatient mental health treatment for more than 7 months straight and then post hospitalization for exactly a year immediately afterwards. Traumatizing as it was, it made systemhood pretty easy to spot.

I’ve been doing better. My system activity is very much based on necessity. When things are good, my system is pretty much quiet. But once things get bad or I get triggered, things get fuzzy or I might even black out.

Like right now, the last time I remember being triggered and switching was in October/November. (a lot of the time switching happens without me realizing until after i get a date wrong or miss some information) I’m doing pretty normal. It feels too good to be true honestly.

Now. the crux of the issue: was I just faking? Was I just searching for an answer to my problem all those years ago and, like, gaslit myself into believing it? When I first talked to a therapist about DID I didn’t really have social media or know it was a big trend to fake it.

My high school psychology 101 class had a DID unit. That’s how I learned what it was. I didn’t even suspect that’s what it was until a therapist laid out all my symptoms for me and told me I was also severely dissociating. It clicked, I mentioned alters as a possibility, the rest is history.

I feel like my DID is so different to tiktok’s version. (yes, eventually I caved and downloaded tiktok to see what the community was like. I promptly closed out of the app./j) I’m not officially diagnosed, but multiple therapist have referred to what I have as DID. Before that, I never would have actually called it that out of fear. That’s part of it I think.

I’m “medically recognized” is the best way I know to put it. I feel like my experience with systemhood is too different. I don’t have stellar communication with my alters or access to headspace or a little paper that says i’m super extra valid as per a doctor I could never afford on my own.

We don’t have different hand writing or different accents or different IQs as far as I know. There aren’t 100+ of us or even more than 10. I hardly even know what my alters look like?? i mean how do people even know that stuff??? Do they guess???? I can imagine what some look like because they’ve said stuff in passing but i’ve never ‘seen’ them.

I feel all this pressure to pretend like I do have all this stuff because i’m worried someone’s going to harass me if i don’t. Some “your DID isn’t the right super edgy aesthetic” type bs.

ESPECIALLY now that my alters don’t really talk to me now that life is better. Oh and GOD forbid a system have a normal, not agony filled life. I feel more fake than ever bc my DID is ‘wrong’ and it’s not causing me constant immediate distress. I’ve cried and yelled and hurt myself over this disorder. Like ptsd breakdowns with a side of looking in the mirror and not recognizing my own face. But it doesn’t feel good enough.

I’ve ACTUALLY had issues with severe dissociation and derealization and fuge and it’d be really embarrassing for none of it to have been real yk? So i’m worried.

But I guess, in the same vain, I’ve cried and yelled and hurt myself over this disorder. If that’s not real struggle, I’m not sure what is.

-Saturn🪐

[withlove-kiddette]

Hello, I’m deciding to be an actual pathetic attention whore for once in my life instead of hiding the fact that I want attention for once 🧍🏻‍♀️

TW: Mentions of weight, for those who ha ED’s, please leave if you have to and take care of yourself 🫶🏻

I’ve been feeling surprisingly down as of late. And discovered that I’m actually at 144lbs/65kg which I’m happy for because I was at 160lbs/72kg since a few months ago and I’ve been trying to lose weight and I’m doing great as you can see.

But my brain keeps screaming at me that it isn’t enough and that there is a long way to down to 130lbs/58kg, which would be a normal weight.

Context with a nice dose of childhood trauma (if you don’t wanna get depressed please skip this part,srsly):

So I know over explaining myself is kind of dumb, but in case someone would like to lend me an ear for a moment when I was little, like around 6 years old, my Dad started to get obsessed with my weight and insisted that I needed to go on a diet and do exercise. He would scream at me that I was fat, even if I was actually at a pretty normal and healthy weight. For a while I even thought that I needed to starve myself to do lose weight, I never fell into a restrictive eating disorder, but it definitely left me with some disordered thinking.

End of context.

As of now, with the progress I’ve done. I feel more attractive and healthier, I even look at my back now in the mirror and feel like it’s the most attractive area of my body now, which wasn’t the case in the past and was one of the parts I hated the most to look at because unlike my belly, I can’t hide my back all the time (tropical climate go brrrrr).

I know damn well this is also coming from self esteem issues, like, I know myself, I know my self esteem it’s in the negative numbers still 😭

But you know…just this once…could any of you pretend to be my platonic dom real quick and praise me for my weight loss? 👉🏻👈🏻

I know I’m dumb for asking for attention and yes, I do sometimes speak to friends about this, but right now the therapist I have doesn’t manage trauma or gives DBT :’D So I’ll have to put doing the work with a professional in hold for a while, which means also putting on hold professionally working on my self esteem issues.

I just need a little bit of praising today, even if it is from strangers online who would probably use me for their devious intentions in a heartbeat lmao I just want to be a good girl today, please? Sir? Miss? 🥺

[kimpossibly]

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 — 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃. STARTS — JANUARY 2 ENDS — JANUARY 5

Hi everyone! Sooooo I just discovered that I hit ONE HUNDRED FOLLOWERS???? HELLO???????? That is insane and I am literally so grateful for each and every one of you. I wanted to come on here and do a little sumn sumn to show how much I appreciate all of you, and this is what I came up with! Hope you enjoy and thank you all again for 100 followers!!

HOW TO PLAY: pick a character/characters + and prompt, and then send me an ask with both of them. Also please specify if you'd like a drabble or a headcanon, otherwise I will automatically default to a headcanon. For the promts you can just send the corresponding number to whichever prompt you'd like. Send me the ask and I'll write you whatever you want! Fair warning, there are some smutty prompts in the list, so I'll put a little asterisk* by those so you'll know to expect a smutty drabble. Asks can be anon or otherwise, just send in whatever combo you like! Enjoy!

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Wednesday Addams

Xavier Thorpe

Tyler Galpin

Rowan Laslow

Jeff Winger

Abed Nadir

Harry Potter

Cedric Diggory

Hermione Granger

Ginny Weasley

Peter Parker (MCU)

Peter Parker (TASM)

Bruno Carrelli

Matt Murdock

Kate Bishop

Eddie Brock

Regulus Black

Remus Lupin

James Potter

Lily Evans

Sirius Black

Dick Grayson

Jason Todd

Rachel Roth

Gar Logan

Stiles Stilinski

Liam Dunbar

Theo Raeken

Gilbert Blythe

Theseus Scamander

Jules Paxton

Nick Nelson

Anakin Skywalker

Five Hargreeves

Peeta Mellark

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

— 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 (𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐬)

“why are you really here? to mock me? to… make me hate you more?” “no. none of that. i came to be a friend, because it really looks like you need one right now.” (this post)

“they would be so mad if they found out.” “fuck ‘em” (this post)

“please, for the love of god, shut up for once.” “why don’t you come over here and make me?” (this post)*

“i’m tired of having to pretend we hate each other.” (this post)

“you’re annoying, you know that?” (this post)

" it's alright... it's okay... i'm here now. i've got you. " (this post)

" who did this to you?"

"we make a pretty good team." (this post)

" you never need to apologize to me. ever. and certainly not for crying... " (this post)

"Hey! Hey, it was just a nightmare. You're okay. I'm right here."

“What, did you think I kissed you all these times because I was doing it for the shits and giggles?” “…Let’s be real, you did have a lot of fun shoving your tongue down my throat in public.” (this post)

“I’ll get over you. I promise. These feelings, they’re— they’re only temporary, I swear. I—I’ll get over you. Just please don’t leave me—” “Did you ever think, that maybe, I don’t want you getting over me? What if I don’t want these feelings to be only temporary? That maybe I... Like you, too?” (this post)

“I didn’t mean to fall for you.” “And neither did I.” “…Fucking pardon?”  (this post)

"this is a one-time thing only. don't let me being nice to you get to your head." (this post)*

"Make me." *

"Wait! Can you maybe stay? I don't want to be alone tonight."

"This is why I love you."

“if we weren’t in public right now i’d have my head between your legs” (this post)*

“is that my shirt?” (this post)

“Would you just shut up and kiss me already?” (this post)

— 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 + 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬

21. Enemies to Lovers 22. Friends to Lovers 23. Childhood Best Friends to Lovers 24. Only One Bed 25. Forced Proximity 26. Cuddling 27. Co-Workers 28. Sharing Earbuds 29. Sickness 30. Halloween 31. Christmas 32. Nightmare 33. Scary Movie 34. Coffee 35. Unrequited Love 36 Academic Rivals to Lovers. 37. Forbidden Romance 38. Stargazing 39. Mornings 40. Going to sleep 41. Date 42. Hug 43. Panic 44. Mutual Pining 45. Friends with Benefits to Lovers

[thefangirlthatwaited]

Encounter (Chapter 154) - A Destiny 2 Story

Crow x Guardian

“Ruby,” Stell scolded. “You’re swaying on your feet. Go home.”

“I know, Stell. I just need to check something.” She flew in front of my computer and turned it off. 

“NO! Go home and rest. Whatever is waiting on there can wait a few more days.”

“Fine.” I pushed myself off my chair and headed home. My hand stopped on the doorknob when I heard a voice other than Crow in the apartment. Slowly, I opened the door and discovered Osiris on the couch with Rory on his lap as he spoke to Crow.

“I understand your concern. But if we cannot rely upon the Veil, the Ahamkara is our only option.” Osiris explained.

“Even if it was Savathûn who pointed us at Riven in the first place?” Crow hissed.

“The Witness is our priority. We’ve dealt with Savathûn and Riven in the past.” 

Crow walked to the window, posture hunched. “And now Savathûn is free, and Riven is toying with us. I won’t end up as a puppet again.”

“Nor I,” Osiris replied solemnly.

Crow turned around, looking guilty. “Hmph. Sorry. I didn’t mean...”

Osiris put my daughter down and walked over to Crow. “I fear it too. The experience of watching your body perform a series of actions you would never condone. Of that terrible regret... But that fear won’t stop me. Just as I know, it won’t stop you.”

Crow looked up. “Was any of it real? All that advice Savathûn gave me while she pretended to be you?”

Osiris walked over to the window, hand clasped behind his back. “At the time Uldren began his campaign against the Reef, he was already suffering from the Black Garden’s corruption. Riven must have found him an easy victim. One could argue he wasn’t fully in command of his decisions. All the same, the impact of those decisions was very real. So, let me ask you this: Did I give you good advice?”

Crow paused as he weighed Osiris’s words. “Life-changing.” He admitted

Osiris turned, smiling. “Then hold onto it.” 

“Mommy!” Rory screamed when she saw me. Osiris and Crow turned to me, surprised that I was there.

“Hello, my darling.” I picked Rory up and spun her around.

“Ruby,” Crow said, but any other words died on his lips as Osiris stepped towards me.

“You look exhausted.” He noted. 

“I am,” I confirmed.

“Would you like Saint and I to keep the children tonight? You and Crow deserve the rest.” 

“I couldn’t ask that of you. You’ve been watching them for almost a week.”

Osiris chuckled. “It’s not an issue. We love having them with us.” 

Rory watched intently, waiting to hear what I would say. On one hand, I missed my kids and wanted to spend as much time with them as possible. On the other hand, I was dead tired and didn’t want them to hear the fight I saw on the horizon.

“If you’re sure,” 

Osiris smiled. “I am.” He scoped my daughter up. “Are you ready to see Grandpa Saint?” he asked her.

“Yay!” 

Crow chuckled. “Thank you, Osiris.”

“You are most welcome. Enjoy your rest.” Osiris captured Ari, and with a kiss to the twins, they followed Osiris out.

Once the door closed, silence filled the room. Crow stared at me, and I saw the wheels turning in his head as he worked to formulate a question. Not ready to hear it, I made my way upstairs to shower.

The hot water washed away the dirt and grime from the last few days, but not the storm brewing in my mind. Nothing could stop that once it started. The bathroom door creaked open, and when I opened my eyes, I saw Crow standing there.

“Yes?” I asked, turning my back to him.

“Making sure you’re okay. You’ve been in here a long time.”

I sighed, my head hitting the wall. “Just thinking,” I explained.

“About?”

“Can you wait till I’m out of the shower before you grill me?”

“Why do you always feel the need to jump down my throat when I only want to see if you’re alright!”

“Because of your ulterior motive.”

Crow stormed over to the shower door and ripped it open. “I’M NOT MARA!”

I jumped at the outburst. “DO YOU MIND!” I reached over and closed the door. “Fuck.”

Full Chapter on Ao3

[multilabeledperson]

Recently Discovered I am Aromantic

Hello persons of this scary world,

As the title suggest, I am aromantic.

How did I feel about this discovery? Emotional.

Why?It is scary walking in this world as a semi-grown adult. I feel like an anomaly. Often vocal queers advocate for every LGBTQ+ person of celebrating our differences within our means. I want to showcase my pride. I really do and I have the space for that. 

I just cannot feel that right now. 

It sucks. 

In a country where queer people are subjected to such much hate on a daily basis, being loud and proud is necessary. However, recognizing that I am aromantic has left me confused and slightly uncomfortable.

As a kid, I believed that a partner. Marriage is unnecessary nor I ever want that. Yet I want a life partner. I frequently watch romance comedies. I read fanfiction with heavy romantic themes. I listen to music with romantic yearning. A fantasy that someone will recognize me for who I am and understand me. The belief I’d have the opportunity of holding hands, hugging, and watch tv/films that we both love. Finding comfort in someone who respects me as much as I respect them.  Offering my kindness and love unconditionally. I thought I wanted romantic moment with my partner while Kiss Me by Sixpence None the Richer or Vapour Trail by Ride playing in the background. My partner eagerly telling me their day while drinking tea. Above all else, have an unbreakable and incredibly important foundational friendship that makes love so beautiful. 

Now I am double guessing those fantasies I created. I have more I’m yet to express.

As Alice Osman wrote it best in Loveless through the character Georgia:

“In the end, that was the problem with romance. It was so easy to romanticise romance because it was everywhere. It was in music and on TV and in filtered Instagram photos. It was in the air, crisp and alive with fresh possibility. It was in falling leaves, crumbling wooden doorways, scuffed cobblestones and fields of dandelions. It was in the touch of hands, scrawled letters, crumpled sheets and the golden hour. A soft yawn, early morning laugher, shoes lined up together dy the door. Eyes across a dance floor. I could see it all, all the time, all around, but when I got closer, I found nothing was there.”

No one is obligating me to review all these emotions. 

It is fucking Pride Month. I should be outside screaming to the heavens and everyone that “EVERYONE I AM AROMANTIC!! I AM A PROUD ACE/ARO NONBINARY!!” I should be happy that I made this discover. A sense of relief. I do not have any of that cause I feel like I am my own biggest liar. 

I lied to myself for years. 

Did I do this to protect myself? Did I lie as I knew this is the label I would have the most trouble with? Are the crushes I told myself to have are even real? Did I lie to everyone about who I am? Did I use media as a way to pretend the romantic feelings I thought I had? 

As I am crying that I can’t seem to accept this revelation. I hope to go outside and be proud. For now, I will ruminate in my feelings behind my desk and wait to have courage of facing this truth.

A truth that I am way too scared to face.

A conclusion I will explore for a while.

So bear with me in this journey. I’m not asking for pity. Much less wanting others to feel bad for me or interact with me.

I just needed to vent.

Sincerely,

Multi-labeled Person

[syzyg3tic]

Yuletide Letter 2022

Hello!

Thanks so much for writing for me! I’m excited to see what you come up with :) Here are some general likes and dislikes, as well as fandom-specific thoughts. Feel free to think of this as a grab bag of starting points or inspiration, not hardline prompts (of course)!

General Likes:

-Character study/character motivation exploration

-Expressing emotions physically--sex or kissing or any physical interaction as conversation/argument/apology/confession/goodbye

-Characters B&C talking/making out about their mutual feelings for Character A

-Reveal moments (confessions, when a couple is discovered by friends, in general just the fallout from the moment when characters have to stick by the choices they’ve made about their feelings because other people know the feeling, now)

-Getting together moments/firsts

-Missing scenes/vignettes

NSFW likes:

Again, no pressure to write explicit fic, but if you do, here are some things I like to read about!

-Sensation play

-Breathplay

-Solo/fantasizing

-Sex as conversation--sex that’s also about forgiveness/goodbye/someone else/admission/catharsis/grief

-First times/exploration of each other

Dislikes/DNWs:

-AUs

-A/B/O dynamics

-Soulmate/one true love stuff

-Mpreg/pregnancy/kidfic

-illness fic

-Noncon

-Scat/pee

-Non canonical character death

Requests

1) เส้นลองจิจูดที่ 180 องศาลากผ่านเรา | 180 Degree Longitude Passes Through Us (TV)

Characters: Inthawut, Sasiwimol, Siam

Why I like It:

This show obliterated me. The way In, Mol, and Wang balance and unbalance each other and circle around the absence of Siam. How it ended the way it should have but made me ache for other possibilities. All the damn line and bridge and travel imagery and concepts. It was so restrained while making me FEEL unhinged. Real fuckin art. Anyway, the show made me feel like my heart got scraped over gravel, and I would love to feel worse. I mean. I am also down with a hopeful ending, but if you want to dig into the angst (especially for In), feel free.

I requested In, Mol, and Siam, and I am happy to have any fic focusing on any one of/combination of those three characters! While I do love Wang, and the fucked up juicy tension of Wang/In, I am not interested in fic that focuses on their relationship, which is why I didn’t request him. I am fine with him being a background character, and his different fraught relationships with both In and Mol can still be present, if you write about the canon era, I’d just rather have the main dynamic the fic is about be some combination of the other 3.

Concepts:

-More about the past era! Could be more about a time In and Siam almost got together but didn’t. Or make it more Mol focused, her trying hard to Not See the truth, because if she manifests what she wants hard enough, surely it will happen. Or a time when they were happy (or thought they were happy) In/Mol, In/Siam, Mol->Siam, Siam shooting his shot to try and get a 3 way, and it absolutely not going well, if at all. Any of that!

-This is uh. The most wretched concept I’ve got, but I am very fond of it. I keep thinking about what if In and Mol did some grief hooking up once. The show is pretty clear on the fact that they didn't hang out after Siam died, but like. What if Once. And it was just miserable for them. Lots of talking around Siam. Or what if they run into each other, pretend they don’t know each other, and hook up playing like they’re strangers but they’re both definitely aware of what’s going on? Or Mol trying to get In to talk about Siam while they’re having sex and it making In dissociate. I just really love the trope of persons A and B hooking up about person C that they both love. And this would work both with them acknowledging this to each other or not. This could be cathartic or make things worse, or both!

-Any kind of In, Mol, or Siam navel gazing, past present or future, self-aware or unreliable narrator style.

-And a note about Mol--She's one of my favorite parent characters ever. She’s extremely flawed, but I think the show does a good job of showing us why her fears make sense to her, and how they lead to her narcissism and hold her back from being a happier, better person. I know some people have a hard time with her character, but I love her a lot, so if you feel up to writing her, I’d love it if you show that she is trying hard to be good, to be loved, to not be left behind, rather than just demonizing her.

2) คาธ | The Eclipse (TV 2022)

Characters: Kan, Ayan, Thua, Akk.

Why I like it:

This show makes me soooooooo achingly fond of my own teen queer era, and have so much love for every queer teen ever. I love how it shows people in multiple stages of understanding their own queerness, and is tender about how it deals with each boy’s struggle with where he’s at, and how he reckons that with where other queer kids are in their own journeys. There is so much intra-community pain dealt in this show by characters who are just scared and hurting,

Concepts:

-I’m actually especially interested in the cross-pairing unlikely friendships that bloom over the course of the show. I’d love to see more of the conversations Aye has with either Kan or Thua. He goads both of them toward the things they need but shy away from–with Kan it’s about accepting his own sexuality and confessing his feelings to Thua, and with Thua it’s about Aye nudging him toward seeing his place in the larger queer community, and why it matters to protect others in it. I’d be happy to see a fic that follows either friendship as it grows, either in missing scenes or postcanon. They can bond more over their growing relationships and identity exploration or they can bond over other things! The canon pairings (and Akk) can be there in the background, I just would prefer the focus on another dynamic! ~~~~~~OK I wrote all that before episode 11 and now after it, i'm soooo fucked up over how Thua handled his rage over watching Akk successfully hide in the closet when he can't. All of my previous thoughts still stand, I’m just wanting the added layer of Thua’s turn to fuck up in there. I still do love him and understand why he did what he did, but some more digging in to how they all interact would be great.

-If Akk and Thua have any interesting friendship connections I might add more here, and hey who knows, I might end up with shipfic concepts once the show has ended, or at least after this week's episode. Watch this space. ~~~~~ post ep 11 thoughts AHAHHA. wow. OK YEAH I would love to have Akk and Thua have to work through more of their shit together in some kind of forced interaction.

ETA 11/1/22 I HAVE NOT had a chance to watch the finale, since i'm watching with friends and we keep taking turns being out of town. I do know some spoilers though, and my prompts still stand for now!! so no need to wait for me to get going. BUT i will come back when i am able to finish watching (should be by this weekend).

ETA 11/6/22 OK I FINISHED IT! Sorry to leave you hanging, if this was the prompt you wanted to write. But all the previous things still stand. Any kind of missing scene or postcanon thing with the switched pairs (a few more prompts--Thua and Akk talking before or after their little sentencing meeting, or Kan asking Aye for love or sex advice). You can definitely include kanthua and akkaye in there too if that's what you're super excited about writing!

DNW explicit fic for this (I know I didn’t request any pairings, but since I mention solo stuff in my general likes, not for this show please! M and fade to black is fine though!

3) สามเราต้องรอด | 3 Will Be Free

Characters: Miw, Mae

Why I like it:

I love all the characters in this show a lot, and I love the hero trio and the “villain” trio on their own, but I think a LOT about the two women, on their own and together. They both have had to learn to be hard, and to push away their feelings. They both are scarred by the memories of the first person they killed. The fact that one woman’s revenge quest hinges on another’s downfall is aaah it’s a big feeling, especially because Miw gets what she wants in the end and Mae doesn’t. This pains me. The 3 who end up free are the only people left in the world who know what Mae went through, and she can’t really talk to them about it because of the nature of their situation!! Their connection in that big confrontation in the forest really hit home how similar the two of them are, and how well they’d get along in other circumstances. I think there’s a lot of bittersweetness in that. I want Mae to be happy.

Concepts:

-I would love to see postcanon fic where Mae and Miw meet, either planned or by accident, and get a chance to talk. To create some kind of friendship forged in trauma. I think they are both capable of forgiving each other, since they now know they both acted the way they did because of situations they did not control. I can see them wanting to take back control from those external forces by being good to each other, both learning to feel worthy of the other’s forgiveness. I can see this being fully friendship or turning romantic or physical. I love the idea of them experiencing queer gender euphoria together. I don’t want you to break up Shin/Miw/Neo, but hey, they’re already polyamorous, why not let Miw have a girlfriend also! Or at least a one off emotional cathartic hookup (or series of healing hookups) with Mae??? And Mae deserves the world, by god, and I want her to have SOMETHING good after the story ends ;-;

DNW “welcome to the polycule, here are the rules” type long winded relationship negotiation. The way the main 3 navigated their relationships in the show was pretty fluid and organic, and a bit of checking in with each other is fine, but I’d like to keep that relaxed tone, if you do take this in a romantic direction.

I didn’t request the other characters because I wasn’t interested in fic that focused on them, but feel free to include them as side characters if you like.

4) Great Men Academy สุภาพบุรุษสุดที่เลิฟ (TV)

Characters: Love, Rose.

Why I like it:

This is my favorite show of all time and if you've seen me anywhere online before you probably know I never shut up about it. I almost didn't request it this year, but new people are watching it recently, so what the hell, why not! Anyway, I love this SHOW. Especially the gender stuff and the self/identity stuff.

Concepts:

I requested Love and Rose, because I am most interested in fic that focuses on one or both of them, but I am happy to have other characters in there as background characters. I ship just about every combo of characters in the show, but especially love/tangmo, vier/nuclear, love/rose).

-I adored the bathroom scene where Rose showed Love all her secrets. I loved their tension, as well as the sort of tentative trust and understanding they came to. Once Rose didn’t see Love as a threat, and once she started chilling her ass out a bit (partially because she saw how Love was handling things not so good), they had a really interesting dynamic! I’d be happy to see them in any combination of Self forms postcanon. Maybe Rose has been perfecting her look and her smokey eye makeup even in her Sean form, so her giving Love some makeover tips for her new form would be great? Love visiting Rose in Germany and Rose thinking life was chill and fine but then as soon as she sees Love she realizes she still has shit to work out? This can be friendly or friends with kissing or whatever!

 - I am a huge sucker for multiple selves interacting, so when that happened in canon I lost my shit. We didn't get to see this with Sean/Rose in the show though, and I would be interested in some postcanon or missing scene fic with this! Especially without the rest of the world watching on live TV, haha. I like this in a platonic way and also in a selfcest way, so feel free to have multiple selves kissing/experiencing the weird fraughtness of trying to understand themselves through the eyes of their other self emotionally or physically. This can be via unicorn hijinks or VR goggles or whatever. I could also see some messy verbal sparring/making out happening. Her vibes are soooo intense, so them reflecting on themselves via Two Of Them would be a lot. If you wanted to get sad, having her-as-Sean tell her the things she wished Vier would tell her? Anything in this vein. I'm really interested in the way Rose approaches gender as though Rose and Sean are two separate facets of herself (as opposed to Love, who is just Herself no matter what she looks like<3).

-I also have this idea i like to rotate in my mind where Rose like plays lakewater chicken with herself (by herself in her own mind or with the Sean double, sure) where she waits til 11:59 to drink it. Just to feel something.

DNW for this canon:

-explicit fic (kissing and tension are both great, and fade to black is fine too, though).

I'M GOOD WITH TREATS. Just learned about this. Rip

[ggukkiereads]

Hewwooo!!! Do you have any fic recs where the boy is the piner one? and oblivious!oc or something like that... it's always the other way around 😣😣 thank you so much!

🌷 Hello anon! These are what I remember.. Strangely most of them are part of my #holygrailfics which I marked with a carrot 🥕 But, everything is a must read 🥰

UNREQUITED LOVE AUs - Member!Pining

💔 Most of the stories will eventually achieve redamancy. There are just few fics here where it’s unrequited all throughout

Re: Untitled @to-star-lake - Jungkook  🥕

↳ Arranged Marriage, Childhood Acquaintances, Enemies to Lovers, CEO/Executives, Angst, Smut, Fluff [4/4][

This is really one of my favorite discoveries 🥰 At that time there wasn’t much info or even comments on the fic so if you’re not as daring to try fics out, it’s easy to assume it’ll be just a regular story. But I'm glad my curiousity won because this is such a gem. It was painful and lovely unpacking all the discoveries in their relationship (or lack of) per chapter 🥰. I swear the plot “twists” per episode made the fic extra memorable.

Frost Impressions @fortunexkookie - Jungkook 🥕

↳  Teacher AU, Gamer AU, Simultaneous (One-Sided) Enemies to Lovers,  Best Friends to Lovers, Idiots to Lovers AU, Humor, Tooth-rotting Fluff, Smut, Heavy Pining, Slight Angst [one shot]

ugh this just puts a smile on my face every time I remember this. I was just thinking about this Jungkook the other day. OC is oblivious because, well, they have this E2L thing going on. Plus he didn’t exactly give a great FIRST IMPRESSION. So many AUs thrown in but author was able to squeeze it all and produce this masterpiece. It’s just a feel-good fic 🥰

Love So Shallow @jimlingss - Taehyung 🥕

↳ Best Friend AU, College AU, eventual Roommate AU, eventual Pining [3/3]

also one of the best written OCs in fic land. Please read this gem. I still gush over how their relationship developed and you’ll see how the “pining” develops too. It’s a great Love Yourself theme too!

Paper Cranes @aquaminwrites - Taehyung  🥕

↳ Slice of Life, Childhood Friends, Best Friend AU, College [one shot]

Ugh my heart ached for this Taehyung. I don’t know why I feel bad for him (I mean, it wasn’t as if he was to be pitied) but the way author wrote his story is guaranteed to pull at your heartstrings. 

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The Key to My Drawer @jjungkookislife - Taehyung  🥰

↳ Best Friend AU, Childhood Friends, Epistolary (letter form, some parts), Angst, Smut [12/12]

I was just thinking about this the other day because we’re just waiting for the last chapter/epilogue and then I saw the notif on ao3 that it got updated. What do you do when you get hold of a key to a drawer and discover unsent letters from your best friend? All addressed to you?  It’s such a creative way to tell a story and I enjoyed this very much 🥰

(please access the rest of the chapters through the author’s masterlist)

Please Be Naked @floralseokjin  - Yoongi 🥕

↳ Rebound AU, OC is Namjoon’s Ex, Namjoon is Yoongi’s ex-friend [8/8]

“you were still a little unsure why he and your ex....had bad blood.” of course we all want to tell OC why!  Seriously, this is a classic if you haven’t read this yet.  Yoongi’s just top-tier in this. Unforgettable characterization. Even if you are not into Yoongi fics, this is a must read for bts fics in general. The angst/smut is just 👌; then read the drabbles for the fluffy future

One Thing Right by hobios - Jungkook  🥕

↳   Arranged Marriage AU, Fake Marriage AU, Childhood Friends AU, Enemies to Lovers, Police Office AU, slow burn [8/8]

So I am adding this to every fic rec list because like RE: Untitled, there’s a lot of discoveries in this fic. It’s always a question why Sheriff Jeon will agree to a marriage of convenience (I mean he’s committing fraud in a way). So it’s wonderful to discover a lot things about their story since they had a falling out.

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Roses, Poetry, and Jeon @seraphimguks - Jungkook ⭐☕💌

↳ bookstore au, enemies to lovers-ish?, fluff, slight angst [one shot]

This is just so beautiful and it is like curling up by the window on a rainy day with a warm hot chocolate. I think in my review I said the shift to Jungkook’s POV is like seeing poetry in action. Must read and instantly a favorite of mine

Tinder 2.0 @tayegi - Jungkook 🥕 🔥

↳ sex app/room, Coworker, Enemies to Lovers, Crack, Smut [one shot]

This is kind of different from the rest of this list because it’s more crack and smuttier. The pining is not as intense but it’s there. Please give this a read too. 

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Fluff and Smut @jinggabitch  - Jungkook 

↳ smut, porn star JK, OC is a fluffer, one-sided pining [drabble]

Porn star JK is in love with his fluffer. - I remember reading this months ago and I found it so cute. Though it’s just a drabble, which means the story didn’t continue on, I got invested in this JK and hoped he gets what he wants.

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Bad Influence Collection @noteguk - Jungkook  ⭐🔥

↳ FWB AU, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies with Benefits, College, Bad Boy AU, Smut [4/?]

please click the link to the masterpost so you’ll access the very first story. Maybe it didn’t start out pining at first but the recent chapters we see Jungkook getting so affected over OC (it’s mutual but I feel at this point its more JK trying so hard not to show heart eyes 😍). Ugh, the joy I feel whenever this gets updated. Still ongoing but better start on this since some chapters are over 10k+ wc.

Hot Enough @soft-sarcasm - Yoongi  ⭐🔥

↳ College AU, Fuckboy AU, FWB AU, Yoongi caught feelings (kind of Unrequited AU), Smut, Angst [one shot]

I’ve read years this years ago and when I decided to officially have a blog, it took me months to find this. It’s just memorable because usually it’s the female catching feelings in a friends-with-benefits scenario. But here, OC actually rejected him (that’s the start of the story). Please read and find out what happens next. 

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First Love @jungnoir - Yoongi 

↳ bestfriend au, OC about to get married 

so this is sad at first because it’s only hours away from her wedding but read until the end 😍

Not Yet + Almost  @bratkook - Jungkook

↳ neighbor AU, kinda fake boyfriend (on the spot) to annoy OC’s Ex [2/?]

ahh this is cute. I shouldn’t be smiling at Jungkook’s pain but it was just so cute. It’s more of mutual pining though. The first drabble is more on JK’s while Almost we get to see OC’s thoughts. So, I guess in the third???

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Pining 101 @guklvr - Jungkook 

↳ hospital au, friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, humor, fluff [drabble series] 

a collection of drabbles based on pediatricsurgeon!jk dealing with his crush on generalsurgeon!reader. Read if you’re looking for something light and humorous. 

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Sidekick @bananagukkie - Jungkook 

↳  superhero au, best friend au, fluff [one shot]

You didn’t realize that your best friend was in love with you or the fact that he was Busan’s “newest” hero.

Lifting the Veil @/fortunekookie - Jungkook 😭

↳ real unrequited love/pining, friends to lovers, smut, angst [one shot] 

so yeah I guess read this first because it sure is angsty then read other fluffy fics (like Pining 101 or Frost Impressions)

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Requiem @cinnaminsvga - Jungkook 

↳ pretend confession!au, angst [drabble]

Jeon Jungkook loves you. You love someone else. He lets you say “I love you” to him, if only so that he gets to hear it once in his life. - so yeah, let’s cry about it  😭

Unveil @nijoonie - Jimin 

↳ Arranged Marriage, Childhood Friends to Lovers

angsty tones in the beginning. Jimin is such a dear 🥺

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Best of Me @/floralseokjin - Jimin

↳ Best Friend AU, OC just got heartbroken, angst

ugh just angst all over. The ending is hopeful but still sad?

Piece by Piece @underthejoon - Seokjin x Reader x Hoseok ⭐

↳ bestfriend au, fwb au, love triange, a collection of drabbles where your love life is muddied up by two men – the one you love and the one that loves you. Smut, Angst [drabble series]

if you are not into love triangles, I think this will, well not change your mind because some people strongly dislike love triangle themes, but it’ll make the LT themes bearable. The writing is just beautiful and actually I’ve reblogged this for Hobiuary Day (one day I was on Hobi lockdown just reblogging purely favorite Hoseok fics) but I haven’t written a review or reaction yet. Read and explore their relationship dynamics 😭🥰

🌷  so, I don’ recall a Namjoon fic where he’s the one pining (usually it’s the OC). 

I had a great time recalling scenes from each fic (and what made the pining so angsty) 🥰. So, please enjoy!

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[anonymousfiction211]

Meeting Tom Hiddleston

Summary: Meeting Tom Hiddleston for the first time! (A girl can dream...)

Word Count: 3502 words

Warnings: Smut

The line moved slowly. You were already waiting for a very long time, but it would definitely be worth it. Luckily, you were not alone. Your best friends Eline and John were with you, who happened to be in a relationship with each other. This was your fist time at comic con, since none of your other friends ever wanted to go. And you were extremely nervous to see your favourite actor in real life. Finally, the line moved a few paces. The more the line moved the more nervous you got. You were about to be eye to eye with him. With possibly the most charming and handsome men on the planet.

You were wondering if he would be in a good mood, or would pretend to be in a good mood. He had been giving out autographs for a few hours. Since your friends wanted to go to another panel first, you barely made it in time to stand in line. You had thought long and hard about what you wanted him to sign. Eventually you decided on a book about Loki, which you have read quite a few times. It was not about the Loki that he played, the Marvel version, but the one from the Norse mythology. Your thoughts were disturbed when Eline let out a little shriek. ‘I can’t believe we’re finally going to meet him!’ she said excited. The two of you had planned this a few years back, when you both discovered that you were massive Loki fans. The deal was, if Tom Hiddleston ever came to your country, the two of you would go.

‘Oh my god, I’m so nervous. I don’t know what to say’ you replied. From the moment you had tickets to this event you were thinking about what to tell him. Everything you came up with sounded like a cliché, and he sure would be tired to hear the same thing for the hundredth time today. After some sleepless nights and driving yourself crazy, you thought you would come up with it while waiting in line. Well, you couldn’t be more wrong. Now that you were standing in line, you had forgotten every series and every movie you had ever seen him in. You knew he was your favourite actor, but why that exactly was you couldn’t explain if your life depended on it.

The line moved along again and you were now next in line. The two girls before you were giggling loudly and you heard Tom chuckling. You started to feel overwhelmed and thought about backing out. ‘(Y/N), relax. It will be fine’ John encouraged you. ‘I don’t do well with first impressions and if I screw this up I will never be able to sleep’ you argued. Your friend just laughed at you. The three of you had have this argument about a million times when you discovered that you would meet Tom. The girls before you left and now you stood eye to eye to Tom Hiddleston. He made eye contact with you and your mind just lost it. You froze in your spot. John laid a hand on your shoulder and whispered to you ‘This is the part where we walk towards him’. From his tone you heard that he was quite amused by your state and you felt like you had embarrassed yourself already.

The three of you walked towards the table. ‘Hello there’ Tom greeted you. Your friends immediately greeted him back and started to introduce themselves. ‘.. and this is (Y/N)’ you heard Eline say. ‘Nice to meet you (Y/N)’ Tom said to you. God that voice was going to be the death of you. ‘What can I do for you today’ he continued. Your two friends gave him each a Loki funkopop to sign and after that you handed him the book. He eyed the book and looked at you. ‘Have you read it?’ he asked you. When he saw your questioning face he just laughed to himself ‘Sorry, of course you have. Stupid question’. Out of nervousness you laughed too ‘No, stupid questions don’t exist right?’ ‘I have read the book, one of my favourites actually’ you explained. ‘From all the books and stories, I’ve read about Loki, I quite agree’ he told you. ‘So, who do you like better MCU Loki or Norse Mythology Loki?’ he asked you. ‘Not to be insulting, but Norse Mythology Loki, actually’ you said, hoping he didn’t notice the blush on your cheeks. His face looked amused and you saw a twinkle in his eyes that confirmed your suspicion, that Tom and your all-time favourite trickster shared some qualities. ‘And why is that?’ he asked in his low voice while leaning a bit more forward.

‘Well, the Loki from Norse Mythology wouldn’t be stupid enough to try and kill Thanos with a butter knife’ you replied. You were shocked to hear yourself say that. The words had left your mouth before you even registered what was happening. Like you said, you really weren’t good in first impressions. You heard your friends laugh beside you. You were relieved when you heard Tom laugh also. ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to insult you’ you quickly added. ‘You didn’t, darling’ he said. Great, if the blush on your cheeks wasn’t obvious, it sure would be now. ‘But remember, Loki does everything for a reason’ he said and gave you a wink. ‘I hope he does, I’m really excited for the series’ you said as steady as you could. Hoping you didn’t show how much that one wink effected you. ‘Glad to hear you say that. Do you want me to sign the cover or the inside?’ he asked you. A bit disappointed that after he signed it and you left this meeting, you would never see or speak to him again. ‘Inside, please’ you replied. Tom wrote something inside, but cut of the view with his arm. He closed the book and handed it back to you. ‘Best not to read it with your boyfriend standing next to you’ he said while handing it back to you.

Eline immediately grabbed John and pulled him closer. ‘Actually, John is my boyfriend. (Y/N) is single’ she said. The meaning behind her words couldn’t have been more obvious. If you could, you would have fainted right there and then, just to escape this embarrassment. You shot her an I’m-going-to-kill-you-for-this-look, but her look said that you would have done the same in her situation. And who were you kidding, you would have. ‘Really?’  Tom asked. The tone of his voice made your knees weak. ‘’Yeah, still wating for prince charming on his white horse, I guess’ you chuckled, not knowing how to respond to this. ‘Not for a skilled sorcerer with a God complex? Tom replied teasingly. ‘If Loki really existed I would take that chance’ you replied in all honesty. At this point the security guard behind Tom cleared his throat. ‘Mr. Hiddleston, we need to get going’ he said. Tom nodded at the security guard before turning his attention back to you. ‘Unfortunately, that is my que to get going. But I would love to explain to you why Loki tries to stab people with butter knifes. If you like?’ he said to you. You nodded quickly, more time with Tom was not something you would turn down. ‘Yes’ you said a bit too enthusiastic. Tom just laughed a little at your energetic reaction. He grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down the address and room number of his hotel ‘Here is the place I’m staying. Let’s say around 10pm if that’s not too late? I think it’s going to be a long day today. We can have a drink and talk more’ he said to you. ‘Your friends are more then welcome to join if they want’ he quickly added. You smiled at him ‘Sure, see you tonight’ you said. With that the three of you left and Tom got up to go to his next event.

‘Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god’ your friend started to chant once the three of you were in the main hall. ‘I can’t believe that he asked you out!’ she exclaimed. You furrowed your brows ‘Look, I can’t believe either that he wants to spend more time with me. But it isn’t a date. I’m not going alone, you two will be there as well’ you answered. Your friend shot each other a look before the shifted their focus back on you. ‘You’re going alone’ the said simultaneously. ‘What? How about you two come with me for moral support like good friends are supposed to do?’ you asked them. ‘We are making you go alone so you can have some time with your all-favourite actor. Who knows what will happen when you two are alone’ John said to you. ‘That is what good friends are supposed to do’ Eline added with a smile. And you knew it didn’t matter how much you argued, you were going and you were going alone. 

The day passed and you had a blast with your friends. The nerves within you were building up about tonight tough. At the end of the day, you and Eline went shopping for an outfit for tonight. She insisted that you wore a dress, but you had successfully declined that. Dresses weren’t really much your thing and you didn’t want Tom to think that you were expecting or trying something. After all, it was just a talk about Loki, a drink and he even had invited your friends. Eventually, you found a pair of black jeans and a dark green t-shirt. It was a bit Loki styled, but your friend assured you that Tom would appreciate that.

In the evening => You got out of the cab and were more nervous when you saw the luxury of the hotel. Maybe you were a bit underdressed you thought. After a few deep breaths you mastered the courage to walk into the hotel. The man behind the desk eyed you and asked if he could do anything to help you. You knew that he was really asking what the hell you were doing here. You told him that you came to visit Tom in room 325. After a quick phone call, he smiled politely at you, explained how to get there, and told you to have a nice evening. You got into the elevator and pressed the button for the third floor. You took a few more deep breaths. Maybe you should have brought something you started to contemplate. Why hadn’t you thought about that before? When the elevator reached the floor, your breath hitched when Tom was standing suddenly in front of you. Amused by your reaction he greeted you politely. To your shock he even hugged you once you were out of the elevator. ‘Are you alone?’ he asked you while walking towards his hotel room. ‘Yeah, my friends rather wanted a quiet night alone’ you lied to him. I mean, you couldn’t possibly tell him why you were here alone. ‘That just means we have the chance to get each other better’ Tom replied.

Tom’s hotel room was pretty big. It was still a simple hotel room but he had a large sitting area with comfy couch and a tv. He told you to make yourself at home, so you sat down on the couch. ‘Sorry, I didn’t think to bring something’ you said to him. He just told you that you didn’t had to bring something. He asked you what you wanted to drink. Luckily for you he had wine, maybe alcohol would calm your nerves a bit. He poured two classes of red wine and sat next to you on the couch. You noticed that he sat fairly close to you. Something you both love and hated at the moment. ‘I like the colours you’re wearing, very Loki-like’ he said to you. ‘Thanks’ you blushed, not knowing how to take this compliment. Luckily, Tom changed the subject about Loki and the Marvel Universe. After some time, your nerves calmed down and you actually had a blast. It was fun to talk to Tom about Loki, hobby’s, and he even took an interest is your life. When Tom handed you a glass with only a little wine in it he said ‘Sorry, I’m afraid that the second bottle is already gone’. You were shocked ‘The SECOND?’  you asked him. He just laughed at you ‘Time flies when you’re having fun I guess’. That is when you looked at the clock. It was past 1 o’clock at night. ‘Oh shoot, it’s already late. Sorry. I should go’ you stammered a bit. ‘No apologies, I’ve had a great time. And do you really think I’m letting a woman go home alone at this time at night?’ he said while raising his eyebrow.

‘Assuming from your tone, I guess not?’ you replied. ‘You’re staying here. You can have the bed and I’ll sleep on the couch if you want to. But I’m not letting you travel alone at this time’ he said. You saw him think over his words ‘I mean, if you really want I will take you home. I don’t want you to feel forced to stay here’ he added. You already heard your friends voice in your head telling you what an idiot you were if you actually went home right now. And to be honest, you didn’t want to go home. Things with Tom felt naturally. ‘If you don’t mine I’d like to stay for the night’ you said and immediately saw Tom’s face lit up. ‘But either we sleep both in the bed or I’ll sleep on the couch. I’m not having you sleep on the couch in your own room’ you added. It was a bold move, but the alcohol made you forget all your nerves. Tom just gave you a wide grin ‘Bed it is’ he said to you. The two of you talked and laughed more and eventually finished the wine. Tom had put his arm on the armrest around you and you sat to face him. The two of you sat really close to each other. When you put down the glass you looked in his eyes. He met your gaze and there was a long silence. His hand cupped your cheek and he leaned in ‘Can I?’ he asked while maintaining eye contact. ‘Yes’ you replied to give him your consent. You felt his lips on your, it was soft and he kissed you slowly.

When you kissed him back the kissing got more heated. Tom grabbed your waist to pull you closer and you laid your hands around his neck. After a make out session that made you feel like you were a teenager again, he broke the kiss. ‘Should we go to the bedroom?’ he asked you while catching his breath. You nodded and he laughed at you. He got up and stretched out his hand for you to take. You took his hand and he led you to his bedroom. When you entered he closed the door behind you. He immediately starting to kiss you again while walking you back to the giant bed. While you were walking you started to undo the many buttons of his white shirt. Once they were all unbuttoned, your hands roamed his chest and his abbs. You felt Tom slightly moan at your touch. He pulled the shirt of himself and you felt the back of your legs against the bed. Tom laid you down gently and grabbed the hem of your shirt. You moved your arms up so he could take it off you. For a moment he froze and eyed the sight of you laying underneath him on the bed in your bra. You chuckled at his reaction and pulled him closer for a kiss.

You undid his belt and opened his pants. He slides his pants down and was now laying on top of you in nothing but his underwear. You clearly felt his erection against your core, making you more wet. Tom unhooked your bra and started to kiss down your neck. When he reaches your breasts, he took his time. He started to kiss them, bite them, and roll his tongue around your nipples. Your nipples hardened and you moaned shamelessly from his actions. Once he was satisfied he trailed his kissing downwards. He reached the top of your pants. He looked up to make eye contact with you, while he undid the button of your pants. He hooked his fingers from the top and pulled your pants and underwear down simultaneously. ‘I wanted to do this the first moment I saw you’ he said to you. His tongue was circling your clit, but his eyes never left your gaze. The sight of Tom between your thighs looking at you was adding to the intensity of the pleasure he was giving you. When you were starting to pant from his tongue you saw him smile.

He trailed his kissing back upward and reached your mouth. You could taste yourself on him, which was adding to your lust. You took charge and moved so Tom was on his back. You slowly trailed his underwear down and he shuddered in anticipation. He quickly pulled open his nightstand and grabbed a condom. He handed it to you. You grabbed his hardened cock and he moaned immediately when you touched it. Slowly you started to move your wrist up and down and Tom was bucking his hips to create more friction. After some time, Tom was all worked up ‘Please (Y/N), ride me’ he begged you. You opened the condom package with your teeth and slowly put the condom around his cock. You startled his legs, grabbed his cock, and slowly let him enter you. You started out the same slow pace when you teased him with your hand. Tom grabbed your hips to increase the pace. You leaned downwards to kiss his neck and discovered his sweet spot. When you kissed the crook of his neck he almost yelled. ‘Oh god (Y/N)’ he said loudly. You were still riding him and gasping for air. He hit all the right spots and it felt so good to have him inside of you. You felt his hands trail down to your lower back and he carefully laid you on your back.

He was on top of you and thrusting faster inside of you. He tried the kiss you but the two of your were moaning uncontrollably. At this point you were more breathing each other in then actually kissing, but you loved every second of it. The way his breath felt on your skin, his lips ghosting over yours and his tongue occasionally sliding in your mouth. Suddenly a wave of pleasure flooded over you and you came hard crying out his name ‘O god Tom!’ you screamed. You laughed when you saw the smug look on his face. You grabbed his ass and squeezed it. He began to moan out loud again. His thrusts were getting wilder and you knew he was close. After a few more thrusts he thrusted one more time as deep as he could. He grunted loudly and stayed in that position for a few seconds. After that he collapsed on top of you, but supported himself a bit to make sure he didn’t crush you. Once he caught his breath he moved to his side of the bed. He went to the bathroom to get rid of the condom and after that you went to clean yourself. When you came back Tom laid in bed, waiting for you with a large grin on his face.

You crawled into the bed and he immediately pulled you close to him. The two of you cuddled in silence for a while and you felt yourself become sleepy. ‘So, what are your plans tomorrow?’ he asked you. ‘I am going with my friends to a museum, then some sightseeing and at the night we grab a bit to eat and go out you replied. ‘What are you going to do?’ you asked. He sighed loudly ‘Oh, well. I fly back in three days and in the meantime I have time to kill, but don’t know anybody here. It sure would be lovely to spend a day like that in your company’ he said a bit too obvious while pulling you close. ‘Are you trying to invite yourself?’ you giggled. ‘Hm.. maybe I am. Would you mind that?’ he asked you. ‘No, you are more then welcome to join us. I just thought that after tonight you maybe didn’t want to’ you replied. His face nuzzled in the crook of your neck ‘Darling, the first thing I’m going to do tomorrow is ask your phone number, because I really like to see you again’ he whispered. And with that you fell asleep.

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[scaramoucheslove]

Oo hello!! I discovered your Albedo fic while on my scroll, and sheeesh 😫😫 made me feel things,,,,, but I digress, could I request how Xiao or Albedo would deal with a bratty sub?

And,, if I may,, could I be 🏵 anon? ;0

A/N: Hi, Love! Tysm for your support <33 I actually thought no one liked or even read the Albedo smut lolol. Also yes ofcc!! Hello my first anon :D also I’m gonna make this as a HC/drabble thingy hehe

also I’m so sorry if it’s shitty aaa 

How they would deal with a bratty sub (HCs)

(Xiao, Albedo)

What to expect: Rough shit, Petnames, Dacryphilia, Overstimulation, Degradation, Dumbification, facefucking, Exhibition kink pls tell me if I miss anything ^^

Smut beneath the cut

XIAO

·         Really easy to get on his nerves tbh.

·         Would definitely not tolerate your behaviour. Especially if you’ve been good.

·         “Stop. Behave.”

·         His punishments would lowkey highkey hurt </3

·         He’ll give you the rough treatment, choking, marking, overstim, you name it. Maybe even toys??

·         D E G R A D A T I O N <33 you will be hearing no praise from this man.

·         Humiliation too omgomgomg

·         DUMBIFICATIONNN AA

·         Will most likely use the name “Pet” “Doll” “Bitch” “Slut” “Whore” etc

·         And you’ll have to call him master in bed, but today we’re going to pretend that you just didn’t feel like it.

·         “Tsk, seems like my pet is misbehaving again”

·         I feel like he wouldn’t like physical roughness as much, since he’s not much of a sadist. But if he felt the need to remind you of what your position was, then he’d probably only go as far as spanking.

·         If you cry, he’ll humiliate you for it

·         “Are you crying? Where’s your act now, brat? Continue counting.”

·         Deep down, he loves lives to see you cry.

·         He’d continue to overstimulate you with his mouth, fingers, and dick until you were begging, crying, screaming, thrashing.

·         He’d mark almost every part of your body

·         He WILL choke you and bite your neck as he’s pushing himself inside of you.

·         Mans has no patience, will go ALL out on you. Who cares if his hands and tongue were too much anyways? You were the one who wanted to act like a brat.

·         “If you don’t keep that little mouth shut, I’m going to stuff your slutty mouth with my dick you whore.”

·         And if you keep pushing his buttons? He would.

·         Completely facefuck you until you’re all fucked out, crying and out of breath.

·         He loves to see himself in your throat.

·         The type to hold your nose while he shoves his dick down your throat  <3

·         Not the best at aftercare, but he still tries his best.

·         Will apologize to you even if it’s half assed, gets you cleaned up, and brews you a nice cup of tea.

·         You probably drifted off to sleep already once he brought you tea.

·         Will smile and hold you close and even though he doesn’t sleep, he would still just lie on the bed and appreciate every moment with you.

                                             “Xia- Master- ah- please” you didn’t even know what you were begging for now. For him to stop? For more? You didn’t know. What you do know is you’ve been begging for over an hour now, your voice was hoarse and tired after all your screaming. Your eyes were watery and begging for forgiveness. But alas, it went from one ear to another. The room sounded so sinful. The two of your sweaty bodies collided, your arms clinging onto his neck as he continues to pound into you. Faster. And harder. “Stop. Fucking. Shouting.” He said while he thrusts in every word. Annoyance clear in his voice. “Shut up and take it, will you?” He said before moving his arms from your hips to your neck and applying pressure. “Dumb little sluts like you don’t even deserve anything from the likes of me.” Seeing your drooled up face, he couldn’t help but say “Look at you all drooled up, doll. You look so stupid like this. Who else can fuck you stupid like I do?” “O-only you mas-ter” you managed to say. He smiled momentarily before his other hand reaches your clit to rub it as your mouth fell open. Fighting the urge to call you his good girl.

 ALBEDO

·         I’M IN MY ALBEDO FEELS PLSS

·         He’d just be like 🤨🤨.

·         Usually completely unaware and uninterested so he’d continue to do his work.

·         You have to be a real brat to really test his limits.

·         I think he wont be rough intentionally. He’s just rough without realizing he is. Even on your daily sex life.

·         OKOK NOW if you DO manage to break him somehow, here’s some of the punishments he’ll prolly do.

·         Humiliation.… degradation… bc chile… he ain’t much of a talker but SHEESH if he dirty talks it’s over. Oh but he won’t go too far. I hope..

·         He also sometimes uses you to help with his experiments.

·         Spanks, chokes, slaps, and other physical things but not too roughly, just for “research purposes.” And sometimes for punishments too if you ever got too out of hand.

·         Loves to see you tied up tbh <33 really likes to see you all helpless.

·         Gags on occasions (if he’s working on an experiment or punishment and he’s not in the mood to hear you moan or make a noise or anything)

·         Dumbification?? without him realizing it?>@>@*&^$^$% 

·         Petnames <33 plspls i beg u call him sir or master bc that’s such an ego boost for him. I mean you don’t have to but like,, why wouldn’t you.

·         Also loves the thrilling feeling of someone catching you two.

·         Toys,, sometimes.

·         Imagine being a brat in your daily life and one day he just snaps.

·         As he was doing his work, you, being the brat you are continued to test his limit. From asking him dumb questions to “accidentally” smashing/destroying his experiments.

·         He just sighed, cleared his table and said,

·         “Y/N. Come here.”

·         You would be so shocked that you froze in your spot.

·         He never really paid attention to your actions, just casually answering your questions from time to time.

·         “I said, come here.”

·         His voice was stern, but calm.

·         “Don’t make me come over there myself.”

·         You, along with your shaking legs, were slowly making your way towards him.

·         “Sit on my lap.”

·         You did as you were told. Hell you were too scared to do anything he didn’t say you could.

·         “Say, did you know the things you broke?”

·         You just shooked your head as your legs kept shaking.

·         “Since you don’t know how to keep your hands to yourself, I’m gonna force you to keep it to yourself, brat.”

·         OOP I ACCIDENTALLY WROTE IT AS A HC LMAOO IDK I’LL CONTINUE IN THE DRABBLE LMAO

.         Anyways probably kinda good with aftercare.

.         Will apologize if he’s too rough and shower you with attention. If you’re lucky enough, he’ll skip his work that day and the day after to spend a day or two to make it up to you.

                                       Albedo continues his ministrations on you. “Master- fuck slow down” you panted. Your hands tied above your head. you were sprawled on his table as Albedo continues to insert 2 fingers inside and out of you. “Oh? Were you not searching for my attention then dear?” He inserted another finger as you whimpered. “You were the one who happened to mess with my experiments, after all.” “But I-“ you didn’t manage to say anything else before he has his tongue on your clit. He had kept your legs open with a tool so you had no power against him. “Albedoo~” You whine once more which caused his other gloved hand to slap your clit. You flinched a bit, but fuck that felt good. He stopped moving his hands and said “You better be quiet before I gag that mouth of yours.” He continued to thrust three fingers in and out of you again as you rolled your eyes back and moaned. “Fuck, you look so dumb, doll. You look so pretty like this.” You heard the door knock and you immediately looked at Albedo while shaking your head. “Come in” you heard him say. A man went inside the room and stood still with some files in his hands and clearly distracted on whatever was on the paper. “Sir, we have a prob-“ Once he saw what was going on, he looked a bit terrified. “Continue. What is the problem?” Albedo asked calmly as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. They continued to talk about some things you couldn’t register because you were slowly losing your mind little by little, although the man did sound a bit flustered. By the time they were finished, Albedo just said his thanks and told him to close the door. His mouth latched onto your clit once again surprisingly fast and your mouth fell open. You were sure drool was everywhere. “I’m going to keep going until you’re all brainless and unconscious. But before I do-“ just as about you were about to reach your high, he pulled out his fingers and gave you a look. You whined at the lost of contact. “You better be ready, my love.” That was all he needed to say before you realized, you were in for one hell of a ride.

STOP OMFG I DIDN’T MEAN TO MAKE ALBEDO’S LONG I HAVENT EVEN FINISHED THE CHILDE SMUT I’M WORKING ON

[merakiui]

hello!!<3 can i request an angst scenario (it can have a happy ending it's up to you!!) childe x fem!reader where they are together for some time and she didn't know he's fatui (she hates them bc her parents were in debt and overall they ruined her life and he's too scared to tell her) but she finds out and wants to broke up?? THANK YOU

In which you discover Childe’s ties to the Fatui.

cw: angst, debt, small mention of depression as a result of debt, female reader note - I woke up and chose pain with this one. >:) it also got long;;; oops!

You hate the Fatui. And although that’s such a strong, hurtful word it's your true feelings. You’ve never experienced their wrath firsthand, but you have witnessed what it can do to people. Your sweet, loving parents, who took loans out of the bank in order to pay for repairs to their shop, were reduced to frightful messes at the mere mention of that harrowing F-word.

It’s horrible to see them in such a state, especially since a few agents had come by once and practically demanded the money. As a result of such a distasteful discussion, you refuse to go into any sort of monetary career: trader, merchant, and even a wandering saleswoman. You’ll find a way to make things right by getting a job that will bring in lots of riches for your poor parents. Then the Fatui will have no choice but to leave your family alone.

Your own funds have dried up, having gone into another Fatui agent’s gloved hands. You can’t even argue because you have an inkling as to what will happen when you finally run out of money to give. Ever since this entire debt charade, your parents have become hollow shells of their former selves: paranoid, depressed, and starved of the happiness that comes with being in a regular, debt-free family.

Childe tunes into your rant as if someone had just turned on the switch that designates his listening skills. The two of you are sitting on a lovely hilltop, watching the stars twinkle in and out of focus. Liyue Harbor can be seen from afar, glittering in warm colors of gold and red. If Childe remembers correctly, another festival should be right around the corner. He’ll have to take you when he finds time to slink away from his work.

Speaking of his work, he’s never actually told you about it. When you asked, he simply said it was a job that allowed him to travel. It sounded like a traveling merchant to you—perhaps even a fishmonger specializing in exotic types—considering he was seemingly loaded with Mora. It made you jealous that he was so well-off with his finances, but you couldn’t complain when he so readily emptied his pockets for your sake.

“And then that stupid agent shows up at our door right when I get home! It’s the worst timing ever. My parents were pretending to be out of the house and I showed up and ruined their plan.” A heavy sigh tumbles from your lips as you flop back onto the grass, where Childe fixes you with a lopsided, sympathetic grin. “I hate it. They’re not even themselves anymore. It’s like they lost all sense of life. I’m picking up as many commissions as I can, but it doesn’t even help. The Fatui just take it all faster than I can save it.”

“They’re the worst, aren’t they?”

“And the sky isn’t blue. Of course they’re the worst!” You inhale softly. “No use getting mad about something that already happened, though.”

“You’ll just give yourself more stress and you don’t need that.” He joins you on the plush grass, turning his head to look at you rather than up at the inky night sky. “I can help with your commissions, you know. I’ve been itching to smash some hilichurl camps.”

“I can handle it myself. It’s fine.” Only it’s not and you’ve started realizing that. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Funny. I was going to ask you something, too!”

“Oh. Uh...”

He chuckles, staring at you with blue eyes that don’t sparkle. “There’s this festival coming up and I wanted to take you. It’ll be just the two of us for one night. You can forget all about work and money—”

“What about you? You said your job has you traveling all over the place. That’s why we’ll rarely see each other in the future. Once you’re done here in Liyue, that is.” You move onto your side, holding yourself up on your elbow. “I don’t think it’ll work.”

“Well, my boss doesn’t have to know. It’ll be our tiny secret!”

You roll your eyes, smiling a little. Deep inside you’ve always felt like something was off about his story. For the past few months, he’s remained in Liyue and once you even caught him slipping into Northland Bank when you were running some errands. You hope he isn’t in a similar situation concerning debt and poverty. No, he wouldn’t need to be. He’s shown you just how many lavish things his funds can afford. Why would he be in debt if he has a stable job?

“Are you...doing something bad?”

You could’ve phrased that better, but it’s already out in the open now. Sheepishly, you avoid his befuddled stare, opting to watch the moon as its light becomes obscured behind a dark cloud. An airy chuckle escapes him, but he doesn’t say anything. His silence confirms your fears and it dawns upon you that he hasn’t been truthful this entire time.

“This mask.” It’s in your hands before he can stop you. You’re tapping at it with a finger, equal parts curious and apprehensive. You refuse to beat around the bush; your doubtful gaze catches his and it hardens at once. “You’re Fatui, aren’t you?”

He sits up calmly, holding out his hand. “That’s quite the accusation, my dear. Let’s not jump to conclusions.”

“I’m not jumping to any conclusion. I’m right, aren’t I?” Now you’re sitting up, staggering to your feet to find some sort of leverage over him. He’s taller than you and far more powerful than he once let on. “Childe, why would—“

He sighs, lowering his hand out of defeat. “I suppose there’s no point avoiding it now. You were bound to find out one of these days.”

“One of these days? What? Like, when my family’s on the streets because the Fatui took our house?”

It hurts that he wasn’t honest and it hurts even more knowing that he has the power to help. He could’ve spent his time working out ways to get you out of debt, yet he decided to shower you in affection and useless trinkets! Trinkets that are only good for selling and receiving money to pay off the debt. You could cry; that’s how much it hurts. And when he makes no solid effort to comfort you, the tears begin to form.

“Of course not. I’d never let that happen!”

“Then why would you lie about it? Why not help me? Why can’t you just be honest? You always avoid questions you don’t want to answer and I hate it! I’ve been with you long enough to know that that mask is bad news. I was just waiting for you to confirm it, but you didn’t.”

You think it’s selfish for wanting his help—for wanting help from a Fatui agent, no less—but you’re too upset to care.

“(Name), you know that’s—“

“What else haven’t you told me? What else have you lied about? I don’t care if you’re trying to protect me. I’m already on a list. The Fatui still show up to my house and you just...let them. Why?”

“If I interfered, it would look bad in front of Her Majesty. You know I can’t go against her orders. I want to help you—I do. But...”

You’re fumbling for new words, at a complete loss with yourself. No matter how many questions you spout, he’ll evade them like they’re optional. And even if you want answers and honesty more than anything right now, you know he’ll fail to provide it. You shove the mask into his hands, shaking your head in disbelief. A swell of emotions overcome you: sadness, anger, and regret. You feel utterly betrayed. The sweet Childe, whom you once thought was your perfect match, is working for the Fatui—the people who have turned your life into misery.

And that’s probably not even the half of it.

“Let’s break up,” you say before he can spin another false tale. Another easy excuse to avoid this downfall. Childe stops short to stare at you in surprise and it’s weird to see that emotion scrawled across his face. He’s usually smooth and collected; he always knows what to say and how to act. Not this time, though. “It’s not going to work if we’re together while the Fatui are hounding my parents. And they wouldn’t approve of our relationship either.”

“Now, (Name), wait a moment. You’re not thinking straight. You’re just—” He struggles to find the correct words and in that small moment between foggy clarity and paralyzing uncertainty he plasters another plastic smile on. “Look. I know you’re upset, but I didn’t mean to lie to you. I was going to tell you eventually. Just had to find the right time to do it, you know?"

“I know. And that’s why we should go our separate ways.” Like Childe, you also put on a faux show, building up your walls as high and strong as his are. You don’t think you’ll last another minute in his presence, as you’re far too close to tears. “Thank you again for tonight. I’ll take my leave now.”

Rather than pain, it’s bitter when your lips fall upon his soft cheek. And the gesture stings harder than a slap on the wrist. 

The searing pain returns when you pull away and begin the descent from the hill as fast as your trembling legs will allow. You refuse to look back and fall into his arms in hopes that he’ll reassure you. The fact that he doesn’t chase after you—doesn’t even call out—stabs your conflicted heart and it’s more than enough confirmation. Childe isn’t exactly boyfriend material. He’s callous when it comes to a battle and he’s driven by his own ulterior motives. Surely this relationship was just a means of spending his extra time when he found himself bored and lacking a fight. Maybe he thought of his work when the two of you were on secretive dates. Maybe his heart was empty when the two of you were intimate. Maybe you were just the glue holding this crumbling bond together.

Childe remains on that hilltop, watching you disappear into the distance. And it’s then when realizes he’s lost you. The feeling is different from the battlefield and it’s far more real than when he’s snooping around as a Harbinger. You’re just a normal, good-natured citizen and he...ruined that part of you. With his ties to an enemy that has crushed your family. He’s partly, if not fully, responsible for what transpired just now and for the first time in a while real guilt gnaws at him. He’s left wondering why he did all of that—why he couldn’t just face your questions head-on.

It’s his fault, isn’t it?

On that windy hilltop, under the silent, disapproving darkness of the sky, he’s left to pick up the pieces of a fractured relationship. And it’s all because he couldn’t admit the truth to his precious girlfriend.

In a way, the Fatui have taken something from him, too, and he’s not sure if he’ll be able to patch it up with honeyed promises. 

Looks like we won’t be going to that festival anytime soon...

[bellasprettywords]

Friend/crush | Harry Potter x Reader

a/n: Hello everyone! This is a request from a lovely anon, and I hope y’all like it 😊

PD: this fic has a happy ending, unlike the cannon, so I hope you enjoy it

y/n – your name

y/ln – your last name

Pairing: Harry Potter x Hufflepuff!Reader

Summary: Harry and y/n grow closer as the Wizard Tournament approaches; in an impulse to keep your friend/crush safe, you start investigating who put Harry’s name in the Goblet of Fire.

Warnings: nothing I can think of, but if you need a trigger warning let me know

Word count: 2,083

Masterlist

Reblogs and comments are always appreciated!

Everyone at Hogwarts at least had heard the name Harry Potter, and now, the boy who lived was widely known in the Durmstrang Institute and Beauxbatons Academy of Magic; yet being popular did not mean he was loved. In fact, since the disaster of the Goblet of Fire, where Harry was chosen as the fourth champion, pretty much everyone in these schools despised him, thinking he somehow cheated the Goblet of Fire, which sparked tension among the schools and even the students. You could see the way the other kids, even professors looked and talked about Harry Potter as if he was the reincarnation of the Dark Lord himself.

“Miss y/ln, you’ll work with Mr. Potter” Professor Snape said unbothered, taking you out from your thoughts and the room got death silent.

“Great, thank you professor” you said flashing a warm smile to Harry and moving your stuff from the table so he could sit next to you

“Hi” he said quietly looking at his hands

“Hello, nice to meet you” you said smiling at him and extending your hand so he could shake it

“A pleasure” he said shaking your hand and with a shy smile “Look, I know right now I’m not… the most popular around so, you don’t have to pretend to like me” Harry said with a string of voice

“Do not sweat it, a Hufflepuff never judges a book by his cover, or the rumors that are spread about it” you said flashing him one of your gorgeous signature smiles

“Thank you, that’s actually a relief” he said this time with a genuine smile “Everyone looks at me as if I have spiders in my face” he chuckled a little, but you could see a glimpse of pain in his eyes

“I know the whole sitting arrangement in the Great Hall and everything, but if you ever want to come to the Hufflepuff table, or even the Common Room, you are completely welcome” you said hoping the offer would make him feel a little better.

“Thank you, I really mean it and I’ll probably take you up in that offer” Harry once more flashed you a shy smile and you could see he wasn’t as bad as people painted him, in fact, he wasn’t bad at all.

During the following week, you started spending more and more time with Harry. You’d meet up to study, you’d eat lunch together and you’d spend most of your free time talking and hiding from the world in the Castle Gardens. As you got to know Harry, discovered his kind and caring nature, how he’d do anything for his loved ones and his bravery when it came to facing the unknown. With each passing day, you grew closer to him, and you hoped he’d feel the same way.

“Are you for real telling me you really did not put your name in the Goblet of Fire?” you said tilting your head from Harry’s shoulder and staring into his beautiful eyes

“I’d never go against Dumbledore’s instructions like that, at least not deliberatively, it’s bad enough being the boy who lived to now become the unwanted champion” Harry said caressing your cheek and you could feel a light blush rushing over the place his hand was over, once more, you rested your head in his shoulder

“Maybe we can figure who put you there” you said enthusiastically

“What’s is it good for? I’m already involved in this mess, at least I’m not all by myself, I’ve got Cedric’s support, my friends and I’ve got you y/n” Harry said now stroking your hair

“Of course, you got me, I… I just want to help you Harry” you said staring at his eyes

“You are already helping me” he said now cupping your cheeks and just centimeters away from your mouth

“Harry, y/n, where have you been?” you heard Neville calling you from behind “Dumbledore has been looking for you, Harry, something about the Wizard Tournament” he added

“Oh, hey Neville” you said and waved a little disappointed as you were looking forward to that kiss with Harry

“I’ll see you later, okay?” Harry said pressing a kiss to your cheek and leaving you with Neville

As the Wizard Tournament started, you decided you’d get to the bottom of the mystery regarding Harry’s participation in the tournament, as you had a bad feeling about all this. The first step of your masterplan was talking to Dumbledore, but he wasn’t of much help as he was as clueless as Harry and yourself. Then, you decided to go talk to Hagrid, as the first task involved Dragons, and there was nobody in the school with as much knowledge in the topic as your half-giant friend:

“Hey Hagrid, I do not mean to intrude, but I have this weird feeling about all of these Wizard Tournament situation” you asked him after the first task “Harry did actually pretty good today, but I was wondering if you… I don’t know, noticed something off?” you added

“Hey little y/n” he said with a big smile “Well, I don’t know if this helps you, but ‘bout a week ago professor Barty came ‘round here and told me that the best way to protect Harry was letting him know what he was gonna face, so to prepare m’ boy I showed him the dragons” he told you as you had your first clue

“Thank you, Hagrid, I know we just want the same thing, to keep Harry safe” you said and remained there with your friend, talking about Harry’s performance and sharing a delicious butterbeer.

Days passed and you spent more and more time with Harry. There was some kind of tension building between you, as now you’d almost kissed at least four times. You’d also caught Harry staring at you more than once when you were apart, but if anyone asked, you’d say you were just friends.

“Hey gorgeous” Harry said coming from behind you at the library and giving you a peak in the cheek, which was now a habit

“Hey yourself, handsome” you said sliding your class notes over what you were researching

“What are you studying?” Harry asked and you were grateful he was oblivious about your research on Bartemius Crouch

“Not much, just a little wandless magic, I just wanna catch up on some schoolwork while everyone is too busy with the Wizard Tournament” you lied, but you knew this was for the best, as you didn’t want to worry Harry, he already had enough to worry about

“My girl is such a responsible student” he said staring at you and making your heart flutter “Just don’t get too invested in the future, you are already a great witch” his words made your heart race, and your cheeks turn pink

“A little study never hurt anybody, Potter” you said chuckling. Harry seemed a little distracted and you followed his gaze, he was starring at Cho and Cedric at the back of the library “Hey, everything okay?” you asked a little confused

“Yeah, it’s something stupid, don’t mind me y/n” he said brushing up the question

“Come on, we are friends, you can tell me anything” you added now intrigued

“I… I think I’m starting to like Cho” he said with his eyes fixed in the Ravenclaw

“Oh” you muted with a string of voice. You felt your heart break a little, but decided to remain calm, at least while he was there

“Yes, but whatever, she’s with Cedric anyway” he said turning his gaze back at you

“Hey, I have to go now, but… I’ll catch you later” you said taking your books, notes and papers leaving Harry all anole at the library table. Yes, your heart was a little hurt, but you still needed to concentrate on solving the mystery surrounding Harry’s involvement in the Wizard Tournament.

As you left the library, you bumped into a stressed out Dobby:

“Hey, honey, are you okay?” you asked the little one

“Harry Potter, Harry Potter!! Got to find Harry Potter” he exclaimed really nervous

“It’s okay, it’s okay, he is just in the library, but is there anything I can do to help you? Or to help him? You know I love you both and I’ll do anything I can to protect you two” you said calming Dobby and hoping to get some answers

“Professor McGonagall and Professor Barty discussing, Dobby heard they mention gillyweed might help Harry, so Dobby got it for sir Harry!!” he said showing you the gillyweed

“Professor Barty you say, interesting, I left Harry in the library a minute ago, so he must still be there, hurry and good luck little one” you said, and Dobby left running

You were putting two and two together walking around the dark hallway that conducted to the Hufflepuff common room when you felt like someone was following you in the shadows. Normally you wouldn’t mind, but today the castle was particularly dark and quiet.

“Lumos” you conjured taking your wand out

“Hello, miss y/ln” you heard professor Barty creeping behind you

“It’s you! You are behind Harry’s involvement in the Wizard Tournament!” you said frenetic

“Really smart for a Hufflepuff, but I guess you know too much” he said, and you felt your body get weak and your vision got blurry, until you felt nothing, you saw nothing, you were unconscious.

“y/n, y/n y/n” you could hear Harry’s voice calling you “please wake up y/n” you heard, and you felt him shaking you. You opened your eyes slowly and you found yourself in the foggy maze. You recalled the events of your encounter with Barty and realized you were out for quite a long time.

“Harry, it was Barty all along, I don’t know what he wants from you, but he got you into the tournament and he’s been helping you win” you said realizing how crazy that sounded and Harry helped you sit on the ground

“Actually, that is half right, miss y/ln” you heard Barty’s voice “I’m actually Professor Barty’s son, Bartemius Crouch Jr.” he said revealing himself. Harry pointed Bartemius with his wand and started yelling.

“Do not come any closer, I swear if you hurt her, you’ll regret it” he said angrily

“I don’t have to hurt her, just do as I say, and everything will be okay” Bartemius said calmly

“Harry, don’t listen to him, we can fight this” you said in a whisper

“I have no choice; I’m not letting him hurt you, y/n” he said caressing your hair

“The odds are two against one, we can stop him” you insisted but Harry is as stubborn as they come

“So, are you coming, Mr. Potter?” Bartemius insisted

“I am, just, let me make sure she is okay” Harry said and turned back to you “Stay here, if you see any of the other champions ask them for help, but for the love of Merlin, do not do anything stupid” he whispered and pressed a kiss in your forehead

“Listen to me, he is drunk on power, we can stop him” you said barely audible

“I’m not going to risk you” Harry said but you were faster and had already thought this through

“Immobulus” you whispered in Harry’s ear, and you stole his wand pretending to hug him, once with his wand in hand, you conjured it again, this time, pointing to Bartemius “Immobulus” you yelled and saw him freeze, you knew this was risky and you only had a couple of minutes until everything turned out ugly, so you conjured “Vermillious” and hoped someone noticed and came to the rescue.

The fog started to dissipate, and the walls of the maze came down, you could feel a glimpse of hope. Professor Dumbledore, McGonagall and the real Barty Sir came down, taking Bartemius and disenchanting him and Harry. You knew you’d have some explaining to do, but you were glad your friend was safe.

“I told you not to do anything stupid” Harry said coming closer to you

"I guess a thank you is in order" you grinned

"You saved me" he said only a few steps away

“I’m sorry I enchanted you in the first place” you said chuckling as Harry embraced you in a tight hug

“I’m glad you are okay, I don’t know what I’ve done if something happened to you, you stubborn little witch” Harry said spinning you around

“That’s what friends are for” you said smiling

[genshin-impact-writings]

Hello! Could I get a platonic, gender neutral drabble for Zhongli and reader who has impostor syndrome and it kicks in especially hard when it comes to his opinion on them? Thank you v much if you'll accept this 🌷

Hello dear! I'm so sorry that it took me so long to finish this one and I really hope you're still interested in this. I don't know much about imposter syndrome (I read a few things about it while I was working on this request), so I apologize if I depicted anything wrong. Have a nice day/night and take care! <3

(Not) Good enough – Zhongli x gn!reader (platonic)

“Well done, (Y/N).”

Whenever Zhongli said these words to you, you couldn’t help but feel like he was lying to you. To you, it seemed nearly impossible that someone like him would say that to someone like you and actually mean it. Surely, he knew that the credits for all the things you had achieved so far didn’t belong to you but to everyone else around you. Without their support, you would’ve never mastered the control of your vision, and most of it had been exclusively good luck anyway.

You looked at him, noticing the soft smile and the proud expression in his eyes as he watched you train your elemental skills. “You’re getting better every day,” he said, unknowing that his words engulfed you in another crisis. Hopefully, he wouldn’t notice that you had just been lucky when you had channeled the energy from your vision to destroy the training dummies in front of you.

Being able to train with Zhongli was a great honor, an awesome opportunity that not many people got, and you really didn’t want to put this experience at risk but a part of you always feared that he would discover that you had only cheated your way through all the time. His compliments always made you anxious, knowing very well that you didn’t deserve them. It was exhausting and grueling to pretend to be someone you weren’t, and yet, you kept going, simply because you didn’t want to disappoint your closest friend.

“If you ask me you’re ready for a real battle, (Y/N),” Zhongli added. “Perhaps we could go to Guili Plains together. There have been increased sightings of Abyss mages recently and someone should head out to stop them. It’ll be a good training for you.”

Oh no.

Your heart sank. There was no way you could fool him in a real battle, especially not against Abyss mages who could make the strongest warrior look weak if they didn’t use a good strategy. So, no matter how you looked at it, as soon as you had to prove your skills in a battle like that, Zhongli would realize how weak and useless you were. He had put his heart and soul into your training, constantly trying help you getting stronger, and it definitely would break his heart to know that everything was in vain.

“I – I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you stammered. “I mean, um, I don’t think I’m ready for something like that. Maybe – maybe we should continue with the dummies for a little longer.”

Zhongli cocked his head. The pride in his eyes slowly faded into something else that you quickly identified as astonishment. “I think you are underestimating yourself quite a bit. From what I have seen here in training, you are more than ready.”

You bit your bottom lip. How could you tell him that all of this had been purely coincidental and that it had nothing to do with your actual skills? How could you explain the gnawing fear of not being good enough in everything you did?

“Zhongli, I-“

He stopped you with a wave of his hand. “(Y/N), listen. We have been training for months now and you make progress every day. If I didn’t believe that you’re ready for a real battle, I would have never suggested it. So, trust me when I say that you are ready.”

“No, I’m not,” you insisted. “The training results – it’s coincidental that I’m so successful. Half of the time, I don’t even know what I’m doing and-“ You stopped mid-sentence and shook your head. “I’m sorry. But I really think you’re overestimating me.”

“Do you want to know what I think?” Zhongli asked and before you could reply anything (for example, that you really didn’t want to have that conversation now), he already continued, “I think you are selling yourself short. You are far more talented than you want to believe, and you continue to belittle yourself for reasons I don’t really understand. I realize that the thought of going out there to fight against Abyss mages can be scary but that is not the only problem here, am I right?”

When you didn’t reply, he gently squeezed your shoulder. “Talk to me, (Y/N). What can I do to help?”

You couldn’t look at him. You had tried so hard to hide your self-doubts and that he was able to see through you so quickly was just another proof for your inadequacy. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled. “I’m sorry for disappointing you.”

For a brief moment, Zhongli seemed to be at loss for words. He who always found the right words to say, who never hesitated to speak his mind, was actually speechless.

“You’re not disappointing me,” he finally said, shaking his head in disbelief. “What makes you think that? Your success in training is above average, you’re brave, smart and loyal. You see, I’m not disappointed at all. I’m actually quite proud of you, my dear friend.”

“But I’m not good at anything I do,” you whispered. “What you call success… that’s nothing more than being incredibly lucky most of the time. I don’t get why people never notice that.”

Zhongli chuckled. “Because it is not true. What you have achieved so far has nothing do to with being lucky. You work hard every day, (Y/N), and you are capable of much more than you think. There’s really no need to belittle yourself.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his words, his voice so earnest that you didn’t want to contradict him again. And maybe, just maybe, you would be able to believe him someday.