#me bolding nightmares for all of them lmao

[yelenasdiary]

The Third Widow || Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff X Fem! Belova! Reader.

Summary: Y/n Belova is the younger biological sister of Yelena Belova and the adoptive sister of Natasha Romanoff. Saved from Red Room by Melina & Alexei she now must adjust to a new normal. Going to school, recovering, and finding love in the eyes of another troubled teen, Wanda Maximoff. All while General Dreykov has his eyes set on claiming back what he calls his most powerful ‘widow’.

Angst | Comfort | No Warnings | 2.1K | 

Notes: Flashbacks are bold, italic and start with ‘~’ | Written in second person. | 

AC: Ignore the text not the gif lmao.

The Third Widow Masterlist

"Nat, there's somebody here to see you" Steve popped his head into the redhead's room, breaking her train of thought, "I'll be down in a moment" she replied as she finished filling out one of the many mission report forms. "It's Y/n" Steve adds, Natasha turned to face him, "send her in and please don't let anybody else up" 

"Of course," he smiles softly before closing the door. Natasha cleaned up her desk a little and checked her mini fridge for a selection of drinks to offer just before she heard your light knock on her door. "Come in" Natasha said with a welcoming smile as you opened the door, "I'm sorry to come unannounced, I was wondering if I could talk to you?" You looked at the older woman with tired eyes. 

"Sure, do you want to talk here, or we can take a walk?" 

"Uhm, here, please" 

"Of course, take a seat anywhere" Nat smiled softly once more, "what's going on?" she asked once you were sat comfortable on the end of her bed. Your eyes looked up at her, "I can't sleep" your eyes dropped to your hands in your lap, "I can't stop thinking about all the things I've done, I mean, made to do" you added, "I don't want to worry the others"

"You're struggling to adjust?" Natasha asked as she sat beside you, "yeah" you sighed. "It's not easy, I'm not going to sugar coat it for you, but I found that talking about it actually helped. It took me a long time to trust anybody enough to share the things I'd done" 

"Did you have nightmares? Did you still hear his voice ringing in your ears?" you looked up at her hoping she understood and to your relief she nodded, "I did and that's one of the reasons I became an Avenger, to make up for the things I did, to try and clear the bad from my name as much as I can before its my time. I know something that might help if you're interested" 

"What is it?" you asked.

"This is something I haven't told anybody, but I help out at the girl's orphanage not far from here. I teach them self-defence and I take them out for the day when I had time off. It might not seem like much but seeing them smile makes it worth it. There's just like how you and I were, how you and Yelena were, girls that just want a chance to do simple things like go to school, get a job, girls that Dreykov would've easily taken if he had a chance" Natasha turned slightly to face you face-to-face. "They would love to meet you and maybe they might be able to help give you some hope that things will be okay, maybe not overnight but over time, things will be okay" she added. 

"I'd like that" you smiled softly at the idea, "C-can I stay here for a few days? I find that Melina's house is a little much for me right now" you asked, Natasha smiled back, "there's always a room here, you can stay here as long as you need. Does Melina know you're here?" 

You nodded, "I'll call her to tell her I'll be here for a few days" 

"I'll do it" Natasha gently rubbed your back, "So, I hear Wanda made a visit last week" She raised a brow, changing the topic just to see you get giddy. "Y-yeah, she jus-just wanted to catch up" you stuttered as you felt the butterflies flutter in your stomach, Nat chuckled at the redness in your cheeks, "come on, I'll show you the spare room"

----

Natasha could hear the discomfort you were in, with your room next to hers it was hard for her not to hear the groans and sleep talking from your nightmare. She hated to invade your privacy, but she remembered when she used to have nightmares just like yours and how she always longed to feel safe again. She made her way quietly into your room, she could see the droplets of sweat pooling from your forehead, the way you kept tossing and turning reminded her of how dark her nightmares were. 

She placed a glass of water on the bedside table and kneeled beside you, "Y/n" she whispered causing you to groan and toss once more, "Y/n, it's just a dream" she added but still, you didn't wake. "I won't do it!" you shouted in your sleep when you felt Natasha pull you close to her, your eyes fluttered open tears instantly falling from them. "It's okay" Natasha rubbed your back while keeping you wrapped her in arms, "it's just a dream" 

"I just want them to stop" you cried, clinging onto your older sister as if this was the last time, you'd ever get to hug her and feel the comfort she was able to bring. "I know and they will, I'm going to help you, I promise" Natasha assured you as she continued to rub your back while you cried yourself back to sleep. Gently she shifted you and laid your head on the pillow while she quickly went back to her room to grab the mission reports she hadn't finished. 

While you slept, Natasha stayed up filling out reports and being there for you with assuring words and comfort for when you woke up again. She didn't mind doing this, she'd had plenty of nights where she didn't sleep, sometimes for nights on end during missions. Natasha kept a count of how many times you woke up during the night, totaling 6 times while she was there. When morning came, she quietly let herself out and allowed you the sleep in you needed. 

"You're up" she smiled as you entered the kitchen, "coffee?" she asked. 

"Please" you nodded, your eyes wanting nothing more than to be sleeping again. Natasha handed you a mug of fresh warm coffee, "thank you for last night" you looked at her before taking the coffee from her hands. "Don't mention it" Natasha smiled, "I thought today we could go down to the orphanage, if you're up for it" she added. "Yeah, sounds good. I just need a shower and this coffee" you replied before taking your first sip, "take your time, I'll just need to hand that pile of paperwork into Tony" 

The warm coffee was just what your body was craving to help keep you awake or maybe the help of seeing Wanda was more than enough to keep your eyes from closing. "Natasha said you were here" her voice made you blush just like you did when you were younger, "yeah, I thought I'd come see what Nat's all about" you joked not wanting to tell her why you sought Natasha's help. 

"How long are you staying?" 

"Only a few days" 

"Do you think you'd have time for a sleep over?" she smiled softly. "A sleep over?" you frowned causing Wanda to chuckle, "you've never had one before, it'll be fun, I promise" she replied. 

"What exactly do you do at a sleepover besides sleep?" 

"Eat a bunch of crappy food, watch trashy movies, gossip, do a bunch of girly crap" she explained with a convincing smile. "You'll love it, what do you say?" 

"I fear I don't have a choice" you smiled, "how about my last night here?"

"Sounds perfect! I can't wait" she playfully winked before helping herself to the fruit bowl, "what's your plans today?" she asked. 

"Uhm, Natasha and I are doing something, she wouldn't tell me about it though" you lied. 

"Well, I'm making dinner for everybody tonight, will you and Natasha be joining us?" 

"I'm pretty sure, yeah!" you smiled, "I should hit the shower, I told Nat I wouldn't be long. I'll see you tonight" you added before giving her one last soft smile. 

----

"Nat!!" a young girl with blonde hair came running into Natasha's arms, "Hey there!" your older sister smiled as she hugged the young girl, "we have missed you! Are you taking us out today?" she asked with a wide smile. 

"Not today honey, but I have somebody I want you all to meet. This is Y/n, she's my younger sister" 

"Hi" you smiled at the little girl that somehow within such a short few minutes made your heart feel full. "Hi! I'm Taylor" she smiled with a wave, "Come on, let's go meet everybody else" Natasha took Taylor's hand as you followed closely behind. 

The room was almost like a classroom, there were roughly 10 young girls playing board games or drawing. "The older girls are in glass; these little angels are all between 7 and 10 years old" Natasha explained as more girls greeted Natasha with wide smiles and big hugs. "Girls, I want you to meet somebody special, this is Y/n" Natasha introduces you before the room is filled with greetings to you, "Can you girls keep her company for a moment?" she asked, not a single no was said. "I'll be back, I just need to go chat to somebody, you'll be okay" she turns to you with a smile before she's out the door. One of the girls tugs your hand and asks you to play monopoly with them or maybe it was just code so everybody would ask you questions about yourself. 

They asked many questions like what your favorite color was, which was your favorite movie, your least favorite food, what do you like more, dogs or cats? Anything the young girls would think of to build their own profile on you. Although you didn't mind it at all, you answered all their questions, even if you had to make up an answer. 

"Are you going to come back every week like Nat does?" Brianna asked with wide eyes and rosie cheeks. "Would you guys like that?" you asked, "yes!! You could come with us to the places Nat takes us! She's so fun, she lets us eat ice cream before lunch!" one of the girls pitched in, exposing their little secret with Nat. "Yeah!! Nat is taking us to the carnival on the weekend, will you come?" Taylor said. 

"Pleaseeee!!" the girls begged in sync, "well I don't see why I can't" you smiled softly earning a bundle of 'yes' from the girls then at last, you all played a game of monopoly.

----

The drive back to the compound was mostly silent as you got lost in your thoughts, "I can hear your thoughts from here, come on, what's up?" Natasha glanced over to you before putting her attention back on the road. "Those girls, they have barely anything and yet they seem so full of life, and nothing seems to worry them" you looked over at Natasha, "they were happy to see you and to even get to know me" you added. 

"You know, they do worry" Natasha replied, "they worry every single time a couple walk through those front doors to take one of them home, they worry who it's going to be. Will it be them or somebody else and when it's not them, their hearts are broken. They worry why they weren't picked; all they want is a family" she explains taking another look at you for a second. "You saw how excited they were when they met you, how they wanted to know everything about you and for those few hours we were there, they weren't thinking about whose next or why they weren't picked, all they cared about was making a new friend" she adds. 

A soft smile tugged at your lips, "and I guess for those moments I didn't feel like I was born into a world to be used as a weapon" you spoke softly.

 "You weren't born for that, we were just dealt with crappy cards and now we just have to find things that make us as happy as those girls, even when we know things are perfect we can still find joy in little things" 

"I see what you did, very smart" you chuckled, "seeing those girls, I needed that, thank you" you added. 

"What are sisters for?" Natasha smiled softly, "do you think I could join you in helping them? I mean, I'd really like too" you asked. "Of course, we'll talk more about it tomorrow, I hear Wanda is cooking dinner for us all tonight" she nudged you lightly. "If I tell you about Wanda, will you stop dropping the hints that you know? Yelena told me everybody knew" you raised a brow.

"Well, is there anything to tell?"

"Maybe" you blushed unable to hide it. 

"Its your business so I won't poke around anymore but, you are my sister and if Wanda steps out of line I wi-"

"What is with you and Yelena?! God!" You groaned as your cheeks got more warm, "We care about you, that's all and look, it's nothing against Wanda, I know her well" Natasha smirks, "I just wanted to see you squirm" she admits. "You're an ass!" you chuckled.

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[basiliskonline]

I just finished a Court of Fey and Flowers by @dimension20official, it was absolutely amazing, hands down the best AP I have ever seen, or imagine I might see.

You can find it here.

As someone that is strongly anti-D&D 5E and Anti Wizards of the Coast, it took me a long time to give dimension 20 a chance, and I will strongly suggest that anyone in that same position give it a shot.

I am gonna talk about it below the cut here, cause this will likely be long, this will be things I both liked and didn't like.

So i'm gonna talk abit about my feelings and experience with games and APs, because we're all different, we all like different things in a TV Show and by extension those variable preferences would also expand to APs. So I want to give you a little bit of information about where I stand as I explain my thoughts. Sorry if this gets very SEO Recipe lmao.

If you don't care about all that, skip to the next bold line, however if you are gonna comment or argue or whatever, at least read the context first and then probably don't do that.

I've been gaming for 30+ years, I started very early, and i've played definately dozens, probably hundreds of different games. D&D doesnt even rank in that list, I didn't like it much as a kid, when i grew up and it was 3/3,5 I hated both it and pathfinder with a passion. I played 5E for a bit but its lackluster and very poor design led to a game of boring mechanical options and choices that quickly grew old. And if I was gonna play a narrative game, i wouldn't be playing D&D in the first place. 4E is the only edition of D&D I've actively enjoyed.

I was an immense Critter during Campaign 1 and partway through Campaign 2. Like... "my wife and I have Critical Role quotes engraved on our wedding bands" critters.

But I quickly fell away from both Critters and Critical Role, by and large Critters is the worst fandom ive been apart of (and I was a SuperWhoLock back in the day) and the CR cast talks a lot of nice ideals and backs them up with absolutely nothing but lip service. I am now, tbh, somewhat uncomfortable when I see any of them on my timeline.

Dimension 20 is the first AP my wife and I have tried to watch since CR (we find most APs to be unwatchtable in most situations, just our own preference), My wife was curious about seeing Brendan as a DM after watching him on Game Changer, so we watched Mice and Murder (it was fun, and good, but has NOTHING on aCoFaF), and then on a suggestion moved to watch aCoFaF).

Last piece of the puzzle, WotC is a fucking nightmare company that has harbored some of the worst pieces of trash imaginable (though tbf that is not unique to them, its a major "large/old ttrpg company issue". And I quite frankly would love to never have to hear or see about anything wotc ever does ever again, preferably because they burned down and everything they ever made goes with them (this sadly means I would lose 4E but sacrifices must be made).

Things I like about a Court of Fey and Flowers

The first thing I love about it, is its a very role play heavy AP, and it centers on matters of Political fey intrigue, and that is done so masterfully by every single player and by the GM. (I absolutely avoided D20 because of the DnD/WOTC connection, but I in retrospect absolutely understand the whole "Season of Aabria" that was going around now).

The characters were thrilling, dramatic, sneaky, nuanced and hilarious, and the storyline was gorgeous and beautifully made, allowing the players to make their own messes and their own relationships and romances. So much romances.

I absolutely loved that I didn't have to see dnd 5e be played most of the time. This is something, and one of the only somethings, you'll see me talk about in the "don't like" section, so it is strangely enough both. The system was changed and mostly ignored that I almost never had to see dnd played, the AP is so heavily social and rp and during the state of the AP only had two very very short combats that were more priority on the social implications of the combats than the combat itself. Overall it could have used any system and done what they did, but mostly I didn't have to see 5E played and that made it pretty solid, despite "being 5E".

I also love Brennan Lee Mulligan's Captain KP Hob, a very good bab and the first and only Bugbear PC ive seen in an AP (and I love me some Bugbear)

Thing's I didn't like about a Court of Fey and Flowers

This is gonna stay light, because really there wasn't much. The only thing really is that the system, while ostensibly "5E" the system was so lightly applied, used or stuck to that the game could have used almost literally any other system to better affect and I absolutely hate that they still gave 5E and WOTC some sort of props/bandwidth by barely using the system but still selling it as DnD.

[nightcourtreader]

Hi<3 hru?

can I rant with you a little? I feel like you're the most reasonable person in this fandom (and this platform) haha or maybe we share same opinion idk but:

I am so tired of seeing this fandom painting Feyre be bad at everything... her talent in painting? "not very good she didn't have a teacher or anything" (mind you I'm an artist and self-taught). her being a high lady? "she can't even do her job she a bad ruler" her being equal to Rhys and powerful as fuck? "Nesta is way more powerful than her" her being beautiful in Rhys' eyes? "no everyone say Elain is more beautiful than all of them" Feyre being a mother? "oh she will be a bad mom and can't raise her child" to the point I've ppl saying Eris (ERIS OF ALL PEOPLE) who apparently had 6 brothers and knows better than Feyre how to calm a baby and we all know both Feyre and Rhys won't let him get near him at any scenario. or how there's fanfic where Gwyn is the one telling Feyre how to pull it together and calming Nyx and Rhys just sits there and agrees with her... it's funny how ppl want to show Feyre as a incapable mother so some ppl like Eris and Gwyn should come and save the day.

I love Gwyn don't get me wrong (and I'm neutral about Eris since it's obvious he's a another version of Rhys lmao) but to show a softer version of them through bringing down Feyre pisses me off... and in none of this Rhys is portrait as a bad father... interesting! or how I've seen more fanart with E/riel and Nyx more that Feysand and Nyx is bothering me to no end. them babysitting him or a older version of him have a sleepover in their house or them literally raising him bc apparently Feyre is busy being a high lady and doesn't have time to spend it with Nyx. and no one say Rhys is also there being a high lord and have a job like Feyre ruling their court no...

and it won't stop on her being a bad mother she's also a bad painter and that rages me. we have Azriel going through continent to buy her paints, Cassian watching her paint and cries over them and Nesta she also cried when she saw Feyre had a painting of her and lets be honest if Feyre was a bad artist Nesta would've already told her in cabin but she said nothing and let her paint on everything. or how Mor loved what she did to the Cabin but everyone only focus on her drawing on the walls without permission and make fun of it. or how they have always something to say about sjm bad writing means they look deeper in it but never notice the artistic way Feyre describes things...

but we don't see anyone saying Nesta is a bad dancer or Gwyn a bad singer or Elain's a bad cook... Like ever... I've never seen it at least!

it's funny how they bold their fav Character through bringing down another... and think sjm would or doing the same :)

Hiii 💜 trust me you can rant to me all you want! Thank you 😂

I always found it crazy how Feyre was the only character to be made fun of about her hobby. I know people say oh it’s a joke, lighten up, I just thought it was funny. But is only funny to a certain extent, you know?

There are people literally shitting on Feyre for painting. And I think that comes down to not liking the character. You don’t have to like her, but making up lies because you don’t like the character is crazy to me. Like people have to realize that SJM is writer not an artist but I think she did pretty with describing Feyre and her painting.

And like you said. Why is it that Elain is so good at baking even tho she just picked up the hobby in acofas but Feyre is a bad painter. Why is nesta so good at dancing but Feyre is a bad painter? Why is Gwyn such a good singer but Feyre is bad at painting? We see that Azriel also sings, why is he a good singer already and we haven’t seen him sing yet?

Cassian AND nesta said how much the black dress Elain wore to the court of nightmares was an ill suited dress for her. If they can critique Elain’s fashion choice, why haven’t they critiqued Feyre’s painting if she’s so bad? I could have sworn nesta was upset because there wasn’t any paintings of her in the river house.

It has been stated by numerous characters that Feyre is a damn good painter. It doesn’t matter if she’s self taught and so is my nephew who is a teenager and he can outdraw my on my best day.

People get so upset about the cabin but nobody cared. Mor even brought her more paint to encourage her to continue! If it’s Rhysand’s cabin, then in turn it’s Feyre because what’s his is hers and I think Rhysand made that pretty clear. I can even see the IC in the cabin making little drawings around Feyre’s painting like Mor did to mess with each other and add more color to it and laugh about it later.

With the whole Feyre not being a good ruler thing kills me because she just literally got into the role in acomaf. They had a war in acowar where we couldn’t see her be a ruler but Feyre was actively helping in the war. She saved prythian twice by defeated amarantha & rebuilding the cauldron. She saved the damn rainbow of velaris! Nobody was over there but her. She even talked about the paperwork side of being a high lady in ACOFAS, but this is the same novella people say they don’t like.

Tarquin just got to be a highlord in acotar but he’s such a great ruler? Why people are acting like Feyre can’t be further taught? She just got into the role. She’ll be fine.

I do think if nesta had her full power before she gave it away she would have more power than Feyre, some people also have a hard time understanding that nesta literally didn’t want that power and she stated that she slept with numerous men to keep that power away/at bay. But now since she doesn’t have as much of her power I think that Feyre and Rhys are once again more powerful than she is.

I get it that Elain is the most beautiful sister but all the sisters say the same thing about Azriel, does it make Cassian or Rhys less beautiful? Cause I could have sworn nesta didn’t think Rhys was ugly and she didn’t even like him. Aelin saw Rhys and she said he was beautiful too. So why does saying Elain is the most beautiful Archeon sister take away the beauty from Feyre & nesta?

The whole she a bad mother thing is just crazy because we haven’t even seen Feyre be a mother at all in the series! Just because we got that one scene at the end of acosf, that doesn’t tell us anything.

SJM said in CC3 the acotar characters are going to be very protective of Nyx, if they are so protective with him why would he be around Eris when they don’t even trust him? Eris is allies with the night court at best. We’re not even sure if eris himself even help raised his brothers because based off reading it’s clear that the autumn court siblings are not close (they are all killing & hurting each other) and they had a fucked up upbringing.

I love Gwyn but Gwyn is only 28, I know she defended the children in sangravah and I have no doubt my girl will be a good mommy, but I don’t think Gwyn is the right candidate to tell someone what to do when it comes to a baby.

Having Nyx was something Feyre and Rhys wanted. SJM is a mother to 2 kids and just recently had her second one, so I’m pretty sure she’s excited writing Feyre as being a mom herself, so why would Feyre be a bad mother? Feyre knew how she grew up, she literally has all the chance and opportunity to give Nyx the opposite of what she had growing up, so why wouldn’t she?

If they’re only attacking Feyre since she’s supposedly going to be a bad mother and not Rhys then that tells me all I need to know, they don’t like Feyre.

I get being a new mom is hard and trying to balance work can be difficult and no I’m not a mom personally myself, but it has proven time and time again that first time moms and moms who have more than one kid can take care of their mother duties and work at the same time and still be a good damn mom but for some reason Feyre can’t?

[linddzz]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

@gretchensinister tagged me, and I realized I can't mope about lack of interaction if I don't interact! This ended up being a really fun sort of retrospective :)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

44. tbh I think that's an inflated number since for some reason I posted every single chapter of the Evil Boyfriends Series as a separate ficlet??? and there's like 30 of those.

2. What’s your total word count?

349,680 if my math is right (it rarely is)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Rise of the Guardians, The Hobbit (movies), Fantastic Beasts (first movie only and wrote is in bold past tense there lmao), and now getting back into it (arguably returning to my roots of dramatic hot mess Nightmare/Dream King Sandmen) with The Sandman (Netflix)

4. Top 5 fics by kudos

Safe and Distant (Thorin/Bilbo, The Hobbit)

Mahrâna (The Hobbit, Thorin POV companion to S&D)

A Study on the Habits of the Adult Obscurial (Fantastic Beasts movie 1, Newt/Credence) ((ngl I was surprised this was so high in the ranking))

The Blizzard of '68 (Pitch Black/Jack Frost, Rise of the Guardians)

The Intervention (same as above lol, man that Evil Boyfriends Series was fun)

The Device Has Been Modified (Kozmotis Pitchner/Jack Frost. Rise of the Guardians movie/novels/a wild fuckin "Jack is a sci-fi AI" AU. holy shit I forgot about this one it was a wild blast)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Rarely and not as often as I'd like. I'm also bad at responding to texts from friends tho, so it's a Thing. I love and read every comment repeatedly though!

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Shiver/Tremble for the Rise of the Guardians. No question. They're also the darkest things I've written. First thing I ever wrote seemed to purge all my darkest impulses out right at the jump.

(I ain't linking those lmao. I don't regret writing dark noncon fic, or even taking on writing it from the predator POV. They're just my very first published works and shit is ROUGH.)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

The Cultural Misunderstanding series of Safe and Distant and Mahrâna. Based on the fact that they actually ARE finished and I always held that the Evil Boyfriends Series isn't exactly a "good" ending for Jack, even if it isn't a bad one.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Mahrâna had a commenter who was mad that all the dwarves said fuck because "Tolkien wouldn't have them say that."

This was on the sequel to a fic where Thorin and Bilbo explicitly touched their dicks, and thus it remains the funniest comment I've ever received.

(They also thought Thorin was too obviously Mentally Ill and since there were no therapists in Middle Earth they didn't see why anyone would put up with him. So. Y'know. Fuck that commenter in general.)

9. Do you write smut?

YUP

10. Do you write crossovers?

Nah

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Safe and Distant has been translated to Chinese, German, and Russian!

Steady Hands has been translated to Russian

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Tremble, the equally fucked up sequel to Shiver, was done with a co-author where we went back and forth on chapters!

Currently, Audacity in Human Form has @amahhi as my co-author, as it's written based off of our RP where I wrote Dream and she wrote Hob, and she's who I bounce ideas on for adapting it all into fic form while she also acts as my beta editor.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

This is like asking for a favorite food why. Hell some of my favorite ships are ones I haven't written fic for (Newt/Hermann, Jayce/Viktor, William Laurence/Tenzing Tharkay to name a few).

(Tbh I wouldn't even say whether or not I write fic depends on how much I like the characters. Amahhi and I also have many rp storylines that are basically full fics of all of the above ships (shout out to the Newmann Star Trek AU that remains one of my favorites ever, along with the Willzing with Werewolf!Laurence). It just depends on if my brain figures out how they'd be written as a fic.)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

A Study on the Habits of the Adult Obscurial. In my heart I still love my version of Credence, who is pretty much an OC of mine with how far I went "oh fuck that" at canon after the first movie. But between the terrible sequels, Rowling going full terf, and the fact that I had not actually plotted out a good outline and was hitting a wall.....yeah that thing's never getting finished. I recently put a note on there letting any new readers know it's officially abandoned.

Things That Were also ran into the problem of me taking on a big fic idea without the big fic planning. I had specific future scenes in my head but didn't have a strict guide on what happened when or how characters would get from A to B. That one I'm more sad about needing to give up on though.

16. What are your writing strengths?

According to friends and comments: dialogue, particularly capturing a characters voice in the dialogue and POV prose, and getting a solid characterization overall.

I'm also told I'm good at making a ship into a convincing couple and how they work as a couple.

Which is good for me, because those are my favorite things to write! Most of my fics are built on scenes of dialogue that popped into my head and the dialogue is what I have the most fun writing (hence why most of my Tumblr posts are goofy dialogue bits).

And I just like taking the characters as they are at a point in their story and going "ok, if these two get together, how does that happen?" and exploring it from there. Tbh I consider most of my successful fics to be character studies hiding in a full fleshed fanfic.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

What the fuck is a story plot????

Is a plot not just "two people take 50k words to figure their shit out with almost no other characters coming in?" What the fuck is actually planning out a storyline with beats to it and an outline? (Trying to get better on the last one, Audacity actually has an outline that includes what specific RP scenes to flesh out or what gets subtracted/added!) (As far as plot goes I've now accepted that I'm not actually A Writer. I just wanna do my drawn out character studies and that's what I'm gonna do damnit.)

Besides that: laying out scenes beyond just the dialogue. Using repetitive descriptive language or getting rambly with it. I legit don't know if my occasional super short sentence lines for character reactions come across as punchy or if it's just choppy and disjointed, which ties in with a general struggle to keep small scenes flowing into each other without getting bogged down in details that fuck pacing up.

According to my various betas: punctuation is my mortal enemy, and I don't know how to make a sentence that isn't a fragment or an eternal run-on. I will sometimes fight them on my sentences and they put up with a lot.

Also, writing discipline in general. I'm uh, very bad at making myself sit down to write even when I want to, and my job tends to burn up the executive functioning points that my ADHD meds give me.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

Did it a little bit for Mahrâna with Thorin speaking Khuzdul, but not more than short sentences and it took a stupid amount of looking things up for a couple sentences of dwarvish dirty talk lmao.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

If we count what was actually posted: Rise of the Guardians.

But there's some notebooks rotting away somewhere with a classic early 2000s isekai LOTR fic in it with an OC that was so much like Tauriel that my old buddy and I joked that "Peter Jackson fuckin stole my OC!!" This isn't a dig at Tauriel bc my OC was rad.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Safe and Distant/Mahrâna are my magnum opus, with Safe and Distant as my personal favorite even though there are bits I'd change (mostly in the smut scene).

I think finishing Mahrâna was a bigger accomplishment and it was overall a bigger challenge to write Thorin's pathos and the mental journey he had to go through, but Safe and Distant was just FUN to write. It was the last time I was young and dumb enough to do things like stay up until 7AM writing nonstop. I think I did a good job of managing to take my strength of chronologically disjointed, shorter character driven scenes and stringing them together into something cohesive. I still like the back and forth flashbacks I did and think I did a good job making the flashback scenes related to the current storyline, even with the flashbacks being out of order.

(Ironic that Bilbo was more fun to write, when Thorin was who I fixated on more ferally and thought about more as a character. I'm having the same thing now with Hob and Morpheus lmao. I love rotating those dark, dramatic, brooding king types in my head, but actually writing the internal brooding out makes me want to chew glass and bully their dramatic asses.)

((still don't know why tf I thought Bilbo would be the virgin of the two of them, or why I have that bit in there with a fucking hobbit being a little insecure about pudge. God I was off base with that lmao))

Tagging @alienfuckeronmain, @avelera, @spicedrobot, @insufferablearchanist

[writerof-thewoods]

Welcome to my blog!!

🇵🇸🇸🇩🇨🇩🇺🇦 I stand with them.

Hi, you can call me Willow :3! You can honestly use any pronouns with me, I don’t really care. (Idek what my gender is at this point lmao.) I’m mainly a little kid regressor, but it’s kind of complicated to explain. (I’m not used to posting about it & while it is a part of my life, I still have a difficult relationship with it.) I'm non-community mainly because the online agere community is confusing to navigate xD.

This blog is for me to post my age regression content/writing & hopefully you can find some stuff you enjoy here! I’m just gonna do my own thing and not really follow an exact formula because that’s just not my style, y’know? But you do you! I take requests for pretty much anything (moodboards, headcanons, fanfiction..) & my dm’s are open, so feel free to message me if you want! 

DNI/FOLLOW: I know this sort of thing has mixed receptions on here and I’m not going to force it down anyone’s throat. But please know I only do this as a therapy/coping thing & I’ll never sexualize it. This is all safe for work & nonsexual. Seriously, do whatever you want, I’m not gonna judge. Just please don’t follow me if you’re abdl, ddlg, ageplay, or other kinks like that. I’ll be respectful & stay out of your spaces, just do the same for me okay? Also, just in general, don’t be an asshole (so like racism, transphobia, LGBTQ+ phobia/exclusionist, ableism, etc.) 

Requests/Fandoms:

Bolded are my current hyperfixations or special interests, I’ll do any fandom really, it just won’t be the most accurate. For HC’s, I mean.

Adventure Time Avatar the Last Airbender BrBa/BCS! Call Of Duty (all the games bc I love them <;3) Daria In the Heights Be More Chill Bare: A Pop Opera Monster High Guardians of the Galaxy Supernatural Good Omens Spiderman Into/Across The Spider-verse Star Wars (I'll do pretty much all of them, but I'm really loving the prequels rn) The Mandalorian Strawberry Shortcake DC Marvel Metalpocalypse 80's/90's Movies The Last of Us Halloween Scream FNAF (I've loved them for so long <3) Nintendo games (like Mario and Zelda.) Coraline Nightmare Before Christmas Resident Evil (originals and the remakes) Criminal Minds Peter PanHeartbreak High! Top Gun Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit Hercules (most media/fictional types) Renfield

Masterlist 🖤

And yeah that’s it! Thank you for reading & I hope you enjoy what’s to come! <3

[sga-owns-my-soul]

for the stargate ask... all of them >:]

stargate asks

well if you insist 😌😂

1. How would you stop a Wraith from feeding on you?

bold of you to assume i would stop it 😏

2. Do you think you have the ATA gene?

i desperately hope that i would, is that the same? 😂

3. Goa'uld, Ancient, Wraith, or Asguard technology?

ancient tech. i'd pick wraith but i really don't think i could get over the texture it looks like a sensory nightmare

4. If you were in the stargate programme, would you prefer to be stationed at Cheyenne Mountain, Atlantis, or Area 51?

ATLANTIS ATLANTIS ATLANTIS

5. Would you be willing to join the Tok'ra? why or why not?

no bc the idea of living that long is exhausting honestly i'm fucking tired bro

6. What's your opinion on the Ancients?

they're fucking PUNK ASS BITCHES and i would throw a brick at them if given the chance (except janus he fucks)

7. Would you like to fly a puddle jumper?

i cannot express how badly i desperately want to fly a puddle jumper. i used to say dream about it endlessly as a kid. actually i still do. i cannot stress enough that i would give up just about everything in my life to fly a fucking jumper please please please please please

8. Wraith stunner or Zat gun?

depends on the situation i think, they're both handy for different things. zat gun would be fantastic for say, making certain politicians disappear. overall tho i think probably a wraith stunner. idk they're cute

9. What alien language would you like to learn if you could?

all of them? is that an option? 😂😂 idk i wanna learn wraith and ancient and asguard and all the different milk way and pegasus native languages omg it would be cool to learn them all

10. Which character(s) most match your vibe?

lol idk i'm sad and complain a lot so a mix of john and rodney? i really don't know! what do y'all think?

11. What would you do if you found yourself in a time loop/dilation field?

nap. i would sleep so fucking much oh my god. time is fake nothing is real im sleeping for 6 months gn (if i was in epiphany i would've spent the entire time sleeping. the team would've had to come wake me up from my sleeping beauty nap)

12. What would you do first with access to a ZPM?

assuming it's not needed for like. impending attack or something id probably power the fuck out of the sensors and look around for funky little secret rooms and stuff in the city

13. What's your favourite ship?

atlantis obviously. she is perfect and iconic and has literally zero flaws and can do no wrong. (im not even gonna bother mentioning my favourite parining bc. if you follow me you already know lmao)

14. What's your favourite Goa'uld and/or Wraith?

for wraith it's a toss up between todd (obviously 🥰) and the badass punk wraith in vegas. he's so hot oh my god i'd let him murder me 😩😩

15. You run into your robot duplicate. How do you react?

"great you can go to work for me i'm taking a fucking break. come wake me up in two weeks"

[lilac--sun]

Schools been keeping me so busy lately so i wont be posting that much- so here is a extremely long headcannons post :) mainly for the NM gang but whatever

After the °°°°° the stars and Nightmares gang + Error have a truce. They stay out of eachothers way and keep the balance peacefully<3

Ignore any spelling mistakes it was 4am when i wrote this LMAO

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Nightmare relates a little to much to Brutus by buttress

Killer does Amazing eyeliner because he has a steady hand

Dust and Killer absolutely kiss eachother goodnight but get offended when people ask if they're dating

Dream and Nightmare have a telepathic ability that they can use if they are within the same au

Error makes up little songs and sings then while walking around the castle, the gang thinks it's cute

Horrors knows the name of everything food related, he memorized of everything that can grow in the underground and most plants above ground

Killer is the Castles prankster and also the most bold out of them, he doesn't fear death so he'll tell Nightmare to shut up if he needs to and thats what Nightmare found great about him and made Killer is Right-hand-man

While Horror is a comic book nerd, Cross is a Tv show nerd. Cross could talk about different tv shows for hours, His favorite is how i met your mother

Outer sometimes forgets hes not always in zero gravity so he'll lean back to float and then fall back, Red finds this absolutely hilarious

Dream sleeps on his left side

Nightmare sleeps on his right side

Error sleeps upside down/on his back

Ink sleeps standing up/ on his stomach

"what..what is ink doing??"

"he fell asleep while painting, so when he wakes up he can get back to work"

"oh- oh dear he should probably lay down-"

"its already rare he sleeps just let it go"

Killers vision is kinda shitty but his hearing is WAY better then most

Horrors vision is the worst considering his cracked skull and that not even being his real eye, but he can literally smell people out

Dust has the best eyesight out of everyone and usually reads things for the gang

Nightmare has really bad vision but he can Sense whe people are around so he doesn't worry ( he definitely has reading glasses )

When Nightmare is in his passive form he throws up liquid negativity every few hours(this gave Error an opportunity to call him Squid 2.0)

If Dream feels to many emotions at once he'll throw up liquid positivity but its rare he does it

Error accidentally replyed to Nightmare when he said Geno and now Nightmare is determined to find out why

Horror, Cross and Blue all like to garden together

Nightmare gave out food to Horrortale and was seen as a god there but then Horrors kid decided to rest and Horror told nightmare not to do it again because he doesn't like the false hope he feels

Nightmare and Reaper can both shadow travel

Dream and Life are actually the best of friends and talk about different types of flowers all the time

If Ink spends to much time in an Au he'll start to develop small characteristics of people from there

Error wakes up like a cat, he stretches and lets out a little noise when you wake him up

Dreams castle is ALMOST uncomfortably warm, like wear more then what Blue is and you will be sweating up a storm

Nightmares castle is extremely cold, to the point where you can ALMOST see your breath but he own PLENTY of blankets and bed/couch warmers

Horror is the exact same way but hes able to purr

Dust is actually pretty clumsy, he can barely walk up steps without tripping and has fallen with his food/drink so many times

Errors Glasses were made by Sci

Killer has fangs‼️

Killer has a slight case of OCD so he has an entire rack of different types of knifes, Arranged from biggest to smallest and when hes worrying about something or just need calm down he counts them then re-arranges them and he will do this over and over again until he feels nice and content

Cross has a stuffed animal of a bear that he found Right after he made the deal with Nightmare and he named it soldier, he sleeps with it every night

Dust literally ONLY takes his brothers scarf off to shower and even then he will lock the door then use magic to completely lock the door, he trusts the gang but if anyone touches that scarf without permission they're dead.

Error is SUPER conscious about how much noise he is making so he often makes little to zero noise which tends to scare the gang when he just...appears

Killer can never lie about when hes feeling overwhelmed/mad because his eyes LEAK liquid hate

When Dusts magic starts to act up and the vision's/voices get really bad he can barely breathe and that triggers spiraling memory's and this can last until he passes out from exhaustion or someone pulls him out of it, most of the time Nightmare can sense the spike of negativity before it gets to bad.

Horror hates the smell of anything burnt, he will literally throw up because he gets memory's of monsters burning alive and being eaten after.. sometimes still alive so he stays away from it. Raw meat is only a trigger if he doesn't expect it, like if it suddenly appeared after he killed somone his eye lights will go small until he eats monster meat..he always sobs after this and Nightmare comforts him

The gang cuddles when they sleep, like a lot. They all usually pile onto nightmares bed and cuddle pile with Error hanging Right above them on a hammock with a hand hanging down SO close to touching

Before they knew about Error fear of touch they all hugged him suddenly after he decided to stay at the castle and he crashed the second he was touched and the gang felt bad but Error really didn't mind since they didn't know

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°

While Error can't access the doodlesphere like Ink cant access the anti-void ink has taken Error there and Error was absolutely amazed by it and keeps asking Ink to go back with the gang sometime

Although Dream ane Nightmare aren't fighting they have a lot of PERSONAL stuff to work out and its getting better slowly, Nightmare went back to calling him brother which Dream is beyond happy about

"Uhhh what are you doing boss?"

"What does it look like im doing"

"...plaything jenga with dream?"

"thats exactly what im doing, playing jenga with my brother-"

"*GASP* You called me brother again! Give me a hug!"

"NO- WAIT- KILLER HELP-"

"yer on your own boss"

Blue literally squealed and jumped up when Ink told him and the council about the truce and literally RAN to get Dust to introduce him to everyone

Nightmare had a ball dance the night of the truce and invited everyone(...im actually writing a story about this one, which will be out shortly)

Dream and Nightmare both sleep so much better when near eachother, They usually fall asleep leaning against eachother and it's the most the gang has ever seen nightmare sleep so they like having dream around

When Error found out that Ink had agreed to the truce he slept for literally 3-5 days because he finally gets to rest without having to worry about Ink shifting the balance to much

Dust visited underswap and slept over but was forced to sleep on the couch by stretch but he really didn't mind but he ended up having a nightmare and Underswap Chara woke up and Dust almost killed that poor kid before Blue stopped him, he still feels bad and trys his best to make it up but after hearing what happened in his AU Underswap Chara didn't hold it against him

Stretch REALLY doesn't like the dark sans' hes just so stubborn but classic can't even say anything because if Papyrus was in Blue situation he would be the same way

Red is absolutely fascinated by Killers crying liquid hate situation and Killer is super curious about how Red hasn't snapped like the gang with how bad his au is

Farm has Horror help out around the farm and Horror is more then happy to help.... Horror has a chicken named Willow, he loves that chicken

Horror is lust's personal body guard and since then NOBODY had touched lust without his permission and Horror once beat the living shit out of somone because they tried to man handle Lust and Lust screamed

Dance and Dust had a dance off and while Dance obviously won Dust was able to match his stamina and he was impressed

Cross and Ink paint and draw together all of the time and loves to listen to ink talk about different AUs

Crosses and Dreams love languages are touch so they snuggle ALL of the time like always holding hands, leaning on eachother, hugs etc

The gang has permit eye bags under their eyes and everbody feels bad about that

Stretch witnessed one of Dusts meltdowns and Blue wasn't around so he talked Dust through it and Dust fell asleep leaning on him and so did Stretch, Blue has that photo posted on his wall over his bed its his favorite

Lust is absolutely a HUGE lady gaga and Gwen Stefani fan and Horror gets him different albums everytime he can

Since after the incident with undyne that cracked his skull Horror has been jumpy around any undyne and ready for battle so when he was visiting Classic for a food shipment from Farm and undyne went to scare him as a joke, Horror literally almost had a massive panic attack when Classic de-escalized the situation. Undyne feels super bad after learning what happened and swore "beat my other self up if i ever meet her!" Which made horror feel better.

While the truce is very much liked by both sides, ALL of the dark sans' are just waiting for the stars to break it and they will have to fix everything again, because nothing is ever easy for them

Ink has had some close calls with breaking the truce because he didn't get his way but he noticed how the multiverse is doing way better

Nightmare Pampers the fuck out of his gang, and its been increasingly obvious now that they don't have to worry about having the stars called on them when shopping

Stretch punched Error in the face, knocking him down when he walked into the council room and Errors only reaction after was "Yeah, deserved" which surprised Stretch but got a stern talking to from Blue later

Horror and Red fangirled about Comic books the first time they actually talked together and now they play DND with eachother every monday

The first time they stayed over at Dreams house they cuddle piled for safety warmth and Dream took a photo but hasn't told anyone he has it

Nightmare and Dream have tree climbing contests and Nightmare wins every time but Dream is determined to win one day

[golbrocklovely]

since i was nicely asked to do so...

here are more of colby’s tweets from 2019.

i don’t have proof that these are his tweets, but believe me, they are his.

if it’s bold and italicized, it’s someone’s tweet to him.

if it’s in (), that’s just me commenting lol

added bonus: if they have a * next to them, that means it’s been deleted

~~~~~~~~~~~

July 4 - sometimes i take the stairs cause i don’t wanna see people in the elevator

July 6 - i jus wanna drink mikes hard with my bros

July 7 - *random girl comes up to us* “OMG I THINK I KNOW YOU GUYS, WHO ARE YOU!?” us: “Jack and Jack” “HAHAH I WISH” *runs away*

July 9 - i still have a fat crush on gwen stefani

July 10 - it only takes one thing to make me not interested anymore

July 11 - everything will come full circle sooner or later. law of attraction

i’m in every hot topic , send me a pic if you see me

July 13 - i’m a mess

July 18 - it’s hard to let people in

July 20 - kidney stones scare me like i don’t wanna piss out a rock

(the difference two days can make huh? sksks i hate him SO MUCH)

July 23 - i just had a terrible nightmare

July 25 - it’s never been the same after

July 26 - WHO CARES ABOUT PEOPLE WE HAVE DOGS

Aug. 3 - i could sleep forever if i wanted to

Aug. 8 - everyone talks shit in LA

@/mikes_dead: lmao who we fightin b

@/colbybrock: everyone

my anxiety has been through the roof this past few days .. but we’ll be fine i’m so excited !

Aug. 9 - do what you want just don’t lie to me .. i see right through it

self care, i’m treatin meeeeeee right

Aug. 11 - sam and colby vs. the world. we love you guys, never forget. #ChoiceYoutuber let’s go baby

(wow this feels like forever ago at this point)

WE THOUGHT THEY WERE KIDDING hahahaha only we would do that

Aug. 12 - life feels so surreal lately

Aug. 14 - everyone needs a day where you can just curl up in a ball and do NOTHING.

Aug. 17 - i used to to have 3 guinea pigs named Patch, Reno, and Taho they all died horrible deaths

(this man has brought this up multiple times over the years and has never explained what happened. WE NEED ANSWERS COLBERT)

i miss the middle school Warped Tour days

Aug. 19 - pretty sure my neighbors think i’m a crackhead

Aug. 20 - i don’t like who i was then

Aug. 23 - @/mikes_dead: Everyone pray for my boy @/ColbyBrock nothings wrong with him he just ugly

you just mad cause i spanked you in beer pong

Aug. 27 - you can find me on my balcony listening to music most late nights

Aug. 28 - Sam and I have been working for the past few years on this project that’s literally the reason we started social media. it’s finally almost here .. revamped and better than ever.

if you’ve ever felt alone, help is on the way i promise

ill pour my heart n soul out

Aug. 29 - need to escape

Sept. 1 - i’ve been watching joey graceffa puppy videos every day ngl

Sept. 2 - nothing lasts forever make it count

no one will have me like you had me

Sept. 4 - i just got tickled on live TV how’s your day goin

Sept. 6 - calvin klein x colby brock ?

Sept. 10 - i always have a random song playing in the back of my head

Sept. 13 - being yourself no matter what anyone thinks is so important

my friends have been tellin me i’ve got a big head… not sure why (with a pic of him surrounded by himself lol)

Sept. 18 - ALL BLACK ALWAYS

Sept. 23 - i’ve grown up so much over the past few years. 2015 me is someone i’d like to leave behind forever

(he really doesn't like his past self. i'm not sure why…)

Sept. 25 - i’m constantly having a mental battle of whether i wanna go workout or eat a chalupa

[feuqueerfire]

Our Dating Sim

Okay, I've got to actually watch this, it's like barely 2 hours long total and is fairly light-hearted, so this can't become like the few 12/16 ep shows I'd tried to watch since August and then given up on just a couple minutes in.

Episode 1 (Oct 19)

lol so this is how people feel when their job shows up in a show. why was this guy concentrating so hard on writing 5 words of comments on the code related to very self-explanatory function names lol

job interviews, worst nightmare for ever (but also… i wish i was getting some lol i want a job). At least the CEO is friendly

Gi Tae’s (Eddy) psychological warfare please he’s putting Lee Wan through it

Episode 2 (Oct 19)

ah sad, the confessing and running away

the Gameboy nickname misunderstanding is awkward to me

Gi Tae being Gameboy, that's expected but I wonder for how long he's known it's Lee Wan?

Episode 3 (Oct 19)

Actually crying for Wan, man’s just got here on his first day and has work piled on him and Gi Tae also putting him through it. Meanwhile, Gi Tae seems like he’s having fun lol

Also Jamie mentioning Wan’s unrequited love twice lol

Ah, Gi Tae recommending Wan isn’t a surprise but him insisting and arguing on behalf of him kind of is

[Linguistics] Wan's unexpected boldness and confronting Gi Tae, going down to informal + 너

Not to mention all this being on a ROOF again - the original confession place

And Gi Tae's boldness back as he basically says the reason he's been looking at Wan's webtoons as Gameboy is because he's got a crush on him woah

Episode 4 (Oct 19)

The CEO is so funny for no reason, like he keeps trying to make Wan comfortable and also apparently needs to be told by Gi Tae to do his work. + him and the other workers spying on Gi Tae and Wan trying to guess whether they're fighting or not lol

Does it say that Gi Tae's been blocked on Wan's webtoon? didn't sub it

ah, the restaurant scene - funny how in Gi Tae's attempts to fluster Wan, he played himself too

pls not Wan saying he's betting on Sunny but helping out Gi Tae during the game, ah and gaining a barrage of skinship from Gi Tae for it

The film camera thing is so good, like Wan's anguish that he's making clear but Gi Tae's anguish that he hides first by being playful and fucking around with Wan but then breaking down

Gi Tae confession, nice - and at the school too, even if not on the roof

This is quite well paced, we're 4 episodes into this 8 15-minute episode drama.

I usually get annoyed by work-place or similar setting shows where one person holds all the cards while the other is kind of at their mercy but I haven't been bothered by it here much at all, actually. I think it has to do with the fact that they know each other from before so it's more even footing than if a stranger started harassing you, Wan also left/abandoned Gi Tae first so I can understand why he's being antagonistic, Wan also doesn't bend to Gi Tae's will even though Gi Tae's playing with him so much.

The way I didn't even know they had little post-credit scenes of them in high school dating sim-style until I saw someone mention it in a post

Also, Wan kind of reminds me of Pawin from GMMTV.

Episode 5 (Oct 20)

broo is Gi Tae just gonna have to repeat "I like you" in 10 different times and Wan avoiding it each time?

ah, kiss. cute but since they're drunk i hope it's not gonna be like "oh i was drunk" "oh i don't rmr"

This was an okay ep but didn't quite follow up with the emotionally charged scenes of last ep

Episode 6 (Oct 20)

Well at least they both remember but "you can try having a crush on me a little longer" is crazy lmao Wan

Ahhh I fucking love when characters do random roleplays like this "unrequited love" way of asking out on a date, so cute

Agh, this park date of them just walking around and playing hard to get and being cute T.T

ohh I saw this scene of Gi Tae getting mad at Wan's blind date setup, I didn't realize the two had started dating by this time lol

I like that Gi Tae is simultaneously straightforward and insistent but also listens well to Wan. One of my fave episode types where the characters are just playful and cute and know they like each other (a la Ep 7 in Bad Buddy), a happy time to show them just being cute and affectionate before real angst/conflict starts again

Episode 7 (Oct 20)

Wan leaving without a trace actually traumatized Gi Tae for real, from the way he's searched for him everywhere, the way his friends talk about it, even his reasoning for the plants being that they take root and don't go anywhere

woah tense breakfast convo fr

ah, Gi Tae breaking down

Episode 8 (Oct 20)

Ah, Wan getting a teeny bit of his own medicine with Gi Tae's short disappearance

pls this PD is scarred from these rookie artists turning down the opportunity while thinking of "the reason they started drawing" lol

Also usually I'm like hmmm turning down an opportunity for a relationship that's just starting out is questionable but I think it does work out better for these people in this specific circumstance

I just realized in this 1 Year Later part that Gi Tae reminds me of Shinee Key

Ah, good ending

Overall Thoughts:

The pacing of this was so good, they managed to give everything needed and timed it well within 2 hours. Well written, well acted, well planned, well shot, woah, nice. I liked and understood the main characters and even the side characters had distinct personalities despite not being fully fledged. I loved how Gi Tae and Wan were so playful with each other, whether it be with the teasing they did and playing hard to get but also the easy affection they often had whether it be kisses, pecks, tickles, hugs, hand holding, just regular romantic touching - a good balance between being strangely chaste and very raunchy. Was cute but I won't think about them again, probably.

Also, one of the characters reminds me of Lee Yedam (Boys Planet, One Pact)

Rating: 6.5/10

[galaghiel]

Sometimes i'm still caught up perceiving myself like how i used to way back in highschool that i experience a dissonance whenever i catch myself doing something that would be 'out of character' for highschool me does that mean anything

Bc i remember being younger and being called an introvert and a loner— not out of maliciousness or anything, just what the others have observed of me— and embracing that bc w so many people saying it then it must be true

But then i would find myself initiating talks w random strangers from queues, going to an unknown person and complementing their clothes or pets, asking for the uid of someone i saw playing the same game that i do at a public transport and i'm like, would an introvert do that? Or a loner??? Would they be as confident or bold to approach this stranger? I've asked my irl friends abt this and going by how they reacted its definitely not how an introvert behaves lmao

(one even called me 'literal nightmare of introverts' which, rude.)

I love people. I love talking. Most of all i love talking to people. Like, i enjoy hanging out with friends, the more the merrier. Twice i was asked to be a host for programs and i enjoyed both times immensely. I spent the first half of my internship in some front-desk situation where i have to interact and deal with clients and i love it. Its stressful and tiring but god do i enjoy getting a glimpse of the lives of these people and i hope that i have helped them all in some small way. What i'm saying is i definitely am an extrovert but sometimes i still get hung up remembering how i used to be seen as the opposite and it kinda fucks me up to realize how much i've changed

[orcelito]

Ok some of the edits I did to discacc chapter 1: got rid of the uncapitalized first letters of sentences after ellipses (I will need to do this for a few more chapters at least), fixed a few spacing errors, separated the solid scenes from time summary bits with my normal scene separation bars (I really did have some very inconsistent scene separations), merged two sentences into one to flow better (specifically with the birthday bit)

There r more things I could edit but it'd get into sentence structure changes that r more dramatic than just merging two sentences together & like. I don't rly feel like doing That much effort with editing lol

[solarisensun]

White Lies

Yandere! Diluc x Sister Reader (Modern Au) 

- can you tell that I’ve been on a yandere fixtation with all these fics lmao

The love you and Diluc have for each other extends past a simple familial adoration. 

Warnings: Mentions of trauma/mental health, incest, NSFW, yandere themes, dub/non con, obsessive/possessive behaviour 

For as long as you could remember, it had always been the two of you against the world. 

A pair of siblings shrouded in a past of misery after the passing of both parents in an unfortunate car accident that left them with a ridiculous sum of inheritance that most could only dream about- it’s a classic newspaper headline that gets plastered all over the pages.

Naturally, it brought forth a sea of strangers all vying to get a piece of the wealth in their greedy hands. Distant cousins from different countries showing up at your doorstep, young couples with beams a little too wide looking to adopt new kids, men in sharp dark suits and their endless mountains of paperwork about the family company. 

It made Diluc grow up too fast and too hard. 

The new young head with bold crimson hair and a jaw set in stone to protect the remnants of his family. Even when he was only 18, he’d taken over the seat of your father, holed up in the study until the beginnings of dawn peeked over the gloomy clouds, forged a city of iron and steel around his heart until no one dared to even think of taking a piece of the Ragnvindr name for themselves. 

Of course, even with his armour. There was a chink in it that could shatter it into pieces with a single blow. 

There were rumours about the younger sister, a frail thing as pretty as a painted porcelain doll and equally fragile. Not many have had the chance to lay eyes on her, confined to the mansion with private tutors and home schooled all the way to college. A polar opposite of her brother, a poor child that never quite managed to get over the passing of their parents and was plagued with endless nightmares of the tragedy. It was whispered that she’d wake up the entire mansion in the middle of the night with screaming fits until she was soothed by her elder brother. There are even more tales of how he’d spend hours in her room, the heavy oak door locked with a sole master key and no one would be allowed to enter the premises even in the utmost emergencies. 

From an outside perspective, it must have looked absolutely baffling to see the usually emotionless young man’s face turned grief stricken at a simple phone ring from his sister, even more baffling when he adjourns the meeting that would cost him millions without even batting an eye. 

 It was easy to see how protective they were of each other. But of course, they only had each other after all. It was only natural for a pair of siblings to be this close when they were the only two in the world that shared the same blood.

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“You’re marrying her?”  

Your voice is tiny and petulant, small figure brimming with rage twice your size when Diluc closes the door shut behind him in a quiet click. 

“What are you talking about?” He says flatly, darkened gaze turning to your figure by the window where the silvery moonlight shrouds your face in pale shadows. 

Your face morphs into a sneer, fists balled into your silk nightgown and teeth bared. “I’m not as dumb as people think. How long were you going to hide the fact that you and that Gunnhildr girl are set to wed in winter?” 

Bare feet cross the wooden floor as you jab your finger into Diluc’s chest fiercely, “You promised you wouldn’t leave me!” He doesn’t flinch when your tone raises an octave, doesn’t even bat an eye when you scream in his face so loud that the words echo and bounce across the high arched ceiling.

But you know your brother better than he knows himself. 

“I was going to tell you eventually.” Diluc replies, keeping his stony gaze fixed on yours.

The tension in your stiff shoulders seem to tighten even further, “Don’t lie” You look up, bright eyes already turning glossy with unshed tears and it’s exactly those tears that gets your big brother to break. 

His reaction is instantaneous, a heavy sigh escaping his lips when Diluc pulls you into his embrace. The walls around him crumbling into ash and dust the moment your tears begin to track down your cheeks. “I’m sorry. I should have told you earlier.” 

You sniffle into his suit, feeling his arms tighten around your waist as your muffled voice speaks up. “Sorry doesn’t cut it.” 

“What do you want me to do?” 

The moment your fingers creep underneath his suit, watching as his eyes flash with a range of emotions when you push your big brother to the bed where his knees knock against the bed before he lands with a soft thud. The moment he lets out a shaky breath as you plant your thighs on either side of his waist and your fingers work to loosen his tie. 

The moment your lips meet his and it’s like falling back into the yawning pit of addiction again. Even when every little action is wrong, it doesn’t exactly stop the both of you from drawing together like two opposite poles of magnets unable to seperate. 

A low groan tumbles out of his mouth when his gloved grip tightens around your soft thighs, hiking the loose fabric of your dress until it's high enough to expose your barely clothed cunt as you mewl at the touch. 

“Missed you so much.” You murmur, lashes fluttering when he thrusts his hips up so that your core comes into contact with the growing bulge in his slacks. Greedy fingers tangle themselves in his hair, arching your brother’s face towards yours so you can kiss him better. 

Diluc inhaled a shaky breath while looking at your tear stained cheeks, something in the proud lines of his face shattering at the alluring sight of your face. “You make it so hard to breathe you know that? Every single time I step out of this room,” He thumbs away a stray tear across your cheek with an air of breathtaking gentleness that no one would think was capable from the stoic man, “All I ever think about is my spoiled little sister.”

He couldn’t blame you- wouldn’t blame you. Wouldn't blame this insatiable greed that brewed in his chest. You were the only thing he’d wanted in this life, even when he knew that he wasn’t worthy of your love. He supposes that it’s partly his fault that you’ve grown up this way, utterly shunned in the mansion without any friends because Diluc had refused to give you permission to attend a public school (or even step foot outside the mansion).

What would Father say if he saw his children now? Tangled in the sheets with Diluc’s fingers slipped down to push your drenched panties aside so he can feel the familiar irresistible warmth of your little cunt when he curls his fingers in you. What would Mother’s face look like when she sees her precious daughter bouncing on her brother’s cock, spurred on by the iron grip Diluc has around your waist? What would their faces look like?

But dead men tell no tales. 

You know without a doubt that the marriage contract would be cancelled by the next morning. 

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Life is upturned the moment Mr Alberich- one of the few trustworthy friends of his late father asks for a favour. 

“Your son is back?” Diluc asks, lacing his fingers together under his chin as Mr Alberich sips on his tea thoughtfully. 

The older man sets down the teacup delicately. “I’m sure you’ve heard many stories of my son, he’s around your age too. But alas, our relationship…” A slight grimace graces his weathered features, “Is not the best and I fear my wife will not cope well with the tension due to her weak heart.” 

“Will it be alright if he stays in your place for a few weeks until I settle things?” 

There are a million reasons Diluc could give to say no. But the Ragnvindrs had always owed the Alberichs one. Mr Alberich was one of the rare few that lent out a genuine helping hand to the children of his deceased best friend. 

His memory of Kaeya is a fuzzy one safe for the time when he’d teased you for clinging to Diluc’s hand when the three of you were younger. Diluc had developed an instant dislike for Kaeya in that very instant. 

Diluc gives him a curt nod, “I will call the butler to arrange suitable lodgings in preparation for the arrival of your son.” 

“Speaking of family, how is your sister faring these days? It’s been a long time since I last saw her.” Mr Alberich’s gaze falls onto the tiny framed picture perched on Diluc’s desk- the one where he has his hand on your shoulder. Your wide beam is a stark contrast to the way Diluc’s lips are pressed into a firm line, with only his eyes that betrayed a faint glimmer of amusement as he stares into the camera. 

“I hope my son’s arrival will not cause any disturbance to her wellbeing.” 

“Don’t worry,” Diluc replies tersely. “Her condition is improving gradually these days, I’ll make sure that she feels comfortable around Kaeya.” 

And far far away from him too. 

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“Aren’t you a little too old to be sleeping with your brother?” 

You stiffen at Kaeya’s words, setting down your fork to glare icily at the smirking man seated opposite you. It’d been almost a week since Diluc brought Kaeya in despite your countless protests. Why would you want a total stranger in the house? 

Kaeya wasn’t exactly unpleasant, in many ways he reminded you of Diluc before your parent’s death. Before your big brother seemed to lose any sense of warmth within himself.  Though the similarities ended with an abrupt halt when you took in his tan honeyed skin, the inky blue curls of his hair and the mischievous glint in those eyes that seemed too probing for your liking.

But he was a stranger. Not a Ragvindr. 

Trust no one except for me get it? Diluc’s face is twisted in rage, lips pulled back in a snarl as you whimpered from the force of his strength when he pins your body against the wall. It was the first time you’d seen your normally passive brother this angry and the sight alone made your heart clench in fear. There was a crazed gleam in his eyes blown so dark until only a thin ring of crimson is visible as he towered over you like a menacing shadow, each shuddering breath from your brother’s frenzied shoulders wafting across your tear stained cheeks in warm puffs. Everyone out there is out to get you, unless they have Ragvindr as their last name, you’re not allowed to even look at them.  

“You should mind your own business.” You shoot back primly, trying to focus on the meal in front of you when he huffs out a throaty laugh. 

“Not so brave when your big brother isn’t around aren’t you?” He jabs again and you resist the urge to hurl your plate at him. 

“Do you follow every order from him? Like a good little puppet?” 

“Shut up,” You seethe, slamming your palm on the table and tearing yourself out of the seat and knocking the chairs backwards in a piercing screech. “I have no interest in being civil if you continue to insult my family like that.” 

Something in his eyes gleams wickedly as Kaeya lets out an amused laugh. “Calm down princess, I’m just taking a slight interest in your relationship with your brother.” 

“When was the last time you even stepped foot outside the mansion?” He asks with a tilt of his head. 

You can’t even remember. 

Taking your silence as defeat, Kaeya leans across the table to whisper conspiratorially. “Don’t you want to go outside?” He prompts, tapping his finger on the wooden surface. “I can bring you out if you’d like.” 

Against your better judgement there is a rising wave of curiosity that emerges at his invitation. 

“How would you get out without the staff noticing?” The question slips out of your mouth before you can stop it.

“Meet me at my room tonight-” 

“Kaeya.” 

“Ah,” Kaeya leans back into his chair, all traces of earlier mischievousness wiped away like a blank slate of paper and replaced with an air of languid grace. “The master of the house arrives.” 

Diluc frowns but remains silent, instead letting his gaze shift towards you. You can already feel the disapproval rolling off his body in waves when Kaeya shoots you a sly wink. 

“I’m done with breakfast.” You announce curtly, brushing past Diluc and ignoring Kaeya’s fixed gaze on your retreating back. “The two of you can enjoy breakfast together.” 

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A large hand slides up your thigh, gliding from your ankles to the hem of your cotton shorts before curling to gently push your legs apart. 

“Diluc?” You blink groggily into the darkness, shifting to turn around on the bed to be met by a solid warmth that hits your cheek. “M’ sleepy.” You complain, trying to wriggle out of his arms when he draws you in closer against his broad chest. 

“Just once.” He huffs against the side of your ear, even through your hazy daze you can hear the dark yearning in his muffled voice but he doesn’t plead, never pleads.  

You could push him away, there’s no denying that Diluc holds a raw power over you the same way you do to him and you find yourself nodding as he slides thick, coarse fingers under your top until they are bunched above your tits. 

“No bra?” He asks, pulling at your nipples and you squirm a little at the touch. “I thought I told you to be more careful now that we have a guest sharing the same roof?” 

Who’s the one creeping into your bed now? You want to retort but the drowsy sleepiness still clinging to your lashes only allows you for a soft sorry as your pretty panties start to turn uncomfortably wet the longer Diluc worships your breasts. 

Growing impatient, you guide his fingers from your chest and underneath the waistband of your shorts. “Please,” You gasp, nuzzling into your big brother’s neck. “Wanna fuck you already.” 

He hums in response, bringing two heavy fingers to rub circles against the damp fabric of your panties as you arch forward in a silent desperate plea, feeling his small smile against your cheek when you pull him closer. 

“You’re soaked.” Diluc rasps in a low tone that makes your tummy smoulder, his darkened eyes running across your face and finally sliding his fingers into your soaked core. “Have you touched yourself these days?”

“No.” You whimper. No matter how many times he’d touched you, there’s still that electrifying spark of excitement and arousal that ignites within your heated body whenever Diluc lays his hands on you. “Been waiting for you.” 

Pressing his fingers into your clit, Diluc starts to stretch your hole as you let out a pathetic mewl, fingers digging into the hard planes of his shoulder. The wet press of something against your thigh forces you to crack your eyes open to see Diluc stroking his cock in tandem to the sinfully loud squelch of his skilled fingers in your cunt and it feels as if your cheeks are threatening to set on fire at how addictingly depraved this scene looks. 

“Diluc,” You press your palm over your mouth, trying to stifle the girlish moans in fear of alerting Kaeya who has his room just down the halfway. “Gonna cum soon.” He grunts in displeasure when your tiny voice is barely audible but makes no move to pry away your hand, instead focusing on the way the pads of his fingers are disappearing in your glossy slit. He’s so close that the long locks of his hair are tickling your inner thighs and the heat of his laboured breaths fanning across your pussy making you writhe in embarrassment. 

‘Keep your legs open.” The tone of his voice brokers no room for leniency. 

Another delicate press against your walls has your legs seizing up as your head falls back against the pillows when you cum, the walls of your pussy pulsing around his fingers. The area between your legs turns into a huge mess of arousal when Diluc slides his fingers out of your cunt and wraps those same wet digits around his cock to give it another few pumps. 

“You’re pretty when you cum.” A rare grin tugs his lips upwards as he guides his fat cock to your swollen clit. The weight of his hardened shaft gliding against your slick folds alone has you trembling with anticipation, even more so when he starts to push himself in little by little, making your mouth fall open in a silent ‘o’.

Excruciatingly slow, far too slow for your liking, Diluc finally nestles his cock in you as you mewl impatiently at the delirious burn- so big, so wide that you can feel your muddles brain going haywire. On days like these, it often feels as if he was deep enough to be felt in your throat. There is a brief moment of pause before he slides his cock out of your pulsating cunt until only the tip is left, making sure that every vein and ridge rubs against the sensitive walls of your pussy and the sudden void of emptiness makes you suck in a breath at what’s to come. 

“Hngh you’re tight fuck.” A sound tears its way out of Diluc’s throat that you think might be a low growl but you’re too out of it to fully focus anyway. His cock somehow manages to touch the deepest parts of your cunt so effortlessly that it makes your head spin. 

Big hands move under you and Diluc lifts both your legs over his shoulder with ease, shifting your hips upwards to his liking so that the new angle lets him hit even deeper until a murky ring of white coats the way his cock is splitting your tiny cunt open. 

You can feel yourself getting wetter each time Diluc slams his hips forward as if he was dying to bury himself in your cunt. “Diluc,” You breathe out into the tiny heated space between the two of you, unsure of what you’re even pleading for from your brother. “Diluc.” 

He almost falls forward at the sound of your strained voice, every instinct in him arching towards you even when you’re already safe in his arms. He could never get enough of you even if he wanted to. Say it again, he wanted to command, but kept his mouth shut. 

It makes his eyes snap to yours instantly, meeting your gaze through years of affectionate familiarity. Makes his grip on your thighs tighten to the point where a dull throb resonates where his fingers are digging into your skin and nearly drawing blood. Makes his cock throb inside your cunt as you whine to pull his rigid body down for a hungry kiss. 

The entire bed seems to lurch forward with every hard thrust that makes you come undone underneath him, breaking away from the kiss to leave sloppy trails of saliva over your chest. You’re so full to the point where every twitch of his veiny cock makes the heat coiling in your belly wind tighter. Diluc is quite literally folding you in half at this point, your ankles at his ears as he pounds another ferocious thrust into your soaking mess of a cunt. 

“You want me to cum inside?” He hisses, sweat dotting his forehead as your vision swims deliriously. “Want your big brother to fill you up don’t you?” Each pump of his cock making sure to catch that sweet spot inside of you that he just knew never failed to drive you off the edge. 

“Yes!” Your high voice is so needy and your greedy cunt sucking on his cock with equal vigour that it makes his pace falter just a tiny bit at the sensation. “Want you to fill me up please!” 

“Fuck,” One of his hands drops from your waist to rub wet messy circles on your clit, petting it gently before getting heavier and you shudder hard enough that Diluc groans at the way you tighten around him. “Go on then, be a good girl and come.” Another purposeful rub of his finger on your clit has your back arching upwards as your climax hits you so suddenly that your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

It feels like you’re about to shatter. Especially with how Diluc continues to graze across your clit and your entire body is shaking. It nearly makes him cum when your velvety insides squeezes his cock in desperate pulses as you reach your high. 

You come apart under him, not bothering to be quiet anymore until Diluc shoves two fingers into your mouth, pressing them to your tongue to stifle your cries. There is a deep groan when he cums after you, keeping your writhing hips still with a savage grip to keep your perfectly still as you clench down around him when a familiar molten rush fills your insides. 

“Gonna cum soon.” His voice gets a little raspier, a little darker. 

“Want your cum” You bob your head immediately, soft thighs closing weakly around his waist to lock him in. “Please.” As if he hadn’t already planned to cum inside of you anyway. Diluc gives you exactly what you want- like he always does. Jerky thrusts losing its rhythm when your pussy clamps around him as he floods your cunt with load after load of cum until you can feel the fluid trickle down your inner thighs. 

“You're made for me,” He hisses between his teeth, still giving your abused cunt a few shallow thrusts through his orgasm to pump his seed further. “Made to take my cum inside you. Mine.” 

It’s a mess that stains your inner thighs and expensive sheets when Diluc pulls out, strings of milky white clinging to the tip of his cock connected to your cunt. The image is almost enough to get him hard again, his adorable little sister looking at him with those glazed over eyes and her cunt stuffed full of his cum. A mess that he quickly cleans up by pushing his cum back into your cunt and giving you a stern glare when you try to shut your legs. 

“Don’t let it go to waste.” He instructs despite your feeble protests, sliding your panties back up again. 

Gently, Diluc yanks your shirt back to place whilst smoothing your hair back. “Go to sleep now.” He says, pulling your pliant body to fit against him sungly like two puzzle pieces attaching back into place. There’s something soft and precious about the way you look at him that makes his chest ache with love. You’re his, it’s a phrase that keeps him grounded and the same phrase that pushes him to his limit to make sure that you’re draped in the best luxuries the world can afford. His restraint reduced to a thin fraying thread when it comes to you. 

Hands, so much smoother and softer than his reach up to cup his face and your delicate fingers run through his hair to soothe down the mass of curls. “Love you.” You smile, kissing him on the side of the cheek with a content sigh, 

“You’re gonna stay right?” You whisper sleepily, your brain still buzzing in gentle vibrations from yoru post-orgasmic haze, further lulled on by his comforting warmth as your fingers instinctively fist into his shirt and he nods. 

“Yeah-” 

A sharp ringing snaps through the peaceful bubble. Instantly, the warmth vanishes when Diluc pushes himself upright to grab his phone off the nightstand and you find yourself missing his presence already. 

Curiously, you lift your head from the blankets. The bright words flashing across his screen are unmistakable in the dimness - Jean. 

Jean...Gunnhildr? 

“Helllo,” Your brother answers the phone and there’s a faint response that you can’t catch before he’s leaving your shared bed, striding to the cupboard and discarding his t shirt for a freshly ironed button up.

“I’m heading over right now.” He says curtly, sliding on his silver watch and buttoning the last of his slacks. “I look forward to meeting you.” 

The last phrase makes your irritation bloom into something much uglier. “Sorry,” Diluc looks over after he hangs up the call, sliding his hair up with your hair tie to meet another woman. “I have to get to my office right now. An emergency came up.” 

“I’ll be back tomorrow, remember to take your medication.” He says, cracking the door open and the light from the hallway casts his long shadow over your bed. “Good night.” With that, the door clicks shut and nothing can quench the angry purples of jealousy that flares in your chest when darkness descends. 

The stinging hurt makes the back of your eyes water as you slide out of your bed. It’s not a surprise that the door is locked when you try the knob but living in the same house since birth has taught you a few tricks that you keep secret from your big brother. 

It takes a few tries, but the silver hairpin Diluc had gifted you for your 18th birthday does the work as it always does. The mechanics of the lock pried apart when you jiggle the hairpin until the knob gives away underneath metal. 

A bitter sense of determination seems to fuel your movements when you stalk down the hallway, he lied to you. What would he be doing with her this late at night? Why was she more important than you? Despite your best attempts, you can’t seem to halt the growing jealousy brewing like an unstoppable storm.

It was childish to be acting this way but what other way was there to get an edge over your mighty brother than taking up Kaeya’s offer?

The tense voices floating out from the guest room makes you soften your stomping gait and you rub the back of your hand across your eyes to quell the tears. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. The thought of Kaeya seizing this chance to further tease you was something that you’d like to avoid. 

It isn’t until you outstretched hand is about to push his room door open when the tense voices bleeds through the slightly cracked open door. 

“You have an interesting medical history don’t you.” Peering a little closer, Kaeya’s back is facing the door and you manage to catch the slightest hint of fiery red over his shoulder. Only one person in his house had hair that striking. 

“Stop with your wordplay and get straight to the point. I have a meeting to attend” Your brother’s voice is tense and low, a seething anger brimming in the undertone that sends fear creeping down your spine. The force of his words alone is enough to have your heart pounding uncomfortably. 

“I received a package from the hospital when I was out in the gardens, Zoloft, Paxil and Effexor? Those words sound familiar to you?” 

“They are for my sister, antidepressants that keep her nightmares at bay.” 

You aren’t exactly surprised at the names, though there were often times when you doubted their effectiveness. Seeing as to how you were still haunted by constant flashbacks that left you caged to the bed when a particularly bad one decides to strike. 

“But you haven’t been giving her the right doses have you?” 

You nearly fall backwards. What? 

Kaeya’s response has Diluc taking a hard step forward, the floorboards creaking under the weight of his foot. 

“The locks around this house are old,” Kaeya doesn’t flinch, instead pressing on with a grim tone. “Guess what I found when I stumbled upon your little cabinet beneath the stairs? Unopened boxes of the same drug from months, even years ago. What exactly have you been giving you precious little sister Diluc Ragvindr?” 

Kaeya returns Diluc’s glare with a gaze as frigid enough to rival the Northern winds. “You’ve been feeding her placebos haven’t you? As if keeping her locked in the house wasn’t enough, you decided to take away her drugs, leaving her weak and uncurable even by the best doctors the world has to offer. I saw through your stupid act the moment I heard the news. How much did you pay the staff to keep quiet? Or did you hold their families hostage?” 

“Diluc Ragvindr,” He sneers, “A psychopath billionaire that cages his sister. How many times did you force yourself on her?”

A sickly crunch fills the air when Diluc lunges forward, his fist connecting against the side of Kaeya’s face and you finally break. 

Your shrill scream fills the air at the sound and your knees give away, as if the weight of the sky was holding you down. The entire house seems to spin on its own axis when the door slams open so hard that it leaves a dent against the wall and you whimper, shying backwards when Diluc approaches you with wide desperate eyes. 

“Go away! GO AWAY!” You scream when he tries to scoop you into his embrace, “Don’t touch me!” There’s nothing but sheer panic in your lungs, the relenting chant to escape resounding in your brain until you feel like throwing up. Tears sting your eyes when Diluc tries to reach for you again until he’s yanked backwards by Kaeya. 

“Stay away from her you sick fuck,” He snarls, “Stay the fuck away from her, the police are on the way and you’re not gonna get away with this.”

“Let go of me.” Diluc doesn’t even flinch when Kaeya pins him down on the floor so hard that his head slams against the wooden floor with a wet thud. “She needs me. SHE NEEDS ME RIGHT NOW!” He roars, pushing against Kaeya’s restraining arm when your sobs continue to reach his ears. Every muscle in his body straining in a fog of murderous rage when Kaeya continues to keep him down with the weight of his body. He’ll kill Kaeya, kill his fucking father as well, kill anyone that sets a finger on your trembling figure curled up against the floor. You’ll understand after he explains, you’ll welcome him in your embrace again. 

With a pained grunt, Diluc manages to break free, already hurtling to you with shaky hands and shallow breaths. “I can explain, look at me, look at me please. I did it for you, to keep you safe in the house.” He pleads softly and your wet gaze drifts up to meet his despite the burning betrayal that feels as if it’s about to consume you whole. Your eyes widen, “You’re bleeding.” 

Even after he’d torn your heart in two, there was a part of you that nearly reaches towards him in an urge to wipe away the bleed matted across his forehead and tend to his wounds. You could feel his agony like your own, even if it was ripping your heart to pieces with each passing second. 

“You lied.” Your hushed, broken whisper makes him halt as Diluc kneels before your huddled body- the husk of a proud man diminished to a miserable fool at those two words.

 “You lied about everything.” 

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Sometimes, it’s as if you could still feel the weight of his stare between your shoulders when you're crossing the street. Or the warmth of his presence behind your back when your in line to purchase groceries.

“Mummy?” 

Breaking out of your daze, your son tugs on your pinkie with a toothy grin. “Can I pet the doggie?” He asks politely, crimson hair floating in the breeze and bright eyes gazing so earnestly that you can’t possibly say no. 

“Alright,” You hum, “Be careful okay? Mummy will stay here and make sure to be back by 6.” 

He trots off the moment you give him approval with a wide beam and you turn your gaze upwards to the clear sky. When was his release date again? Had it really been 15 years since Diluc’s sentence? 

Even miles away and with the stretch of time between the two of you there is still a stiff pang that throbs in your heart whenever the thought of him reaches your mind. 

Across the park, your son lets out a delighted squeal and you reach for your book. Blissfully unaware of the silhouette that looms just a few metres away. Maybe those sensations hadn’t entirely belonged to your imagination after all. 

[darthmaulification]

(Idk why I thought this but I think it’s funny) Imagine din and reader going back to visit Karga for a job and reader is a apparent heart throb to most of the villagers (not that she knows) and like “hi mrs. Parker” Friday style, these women are see them walking by going “hi Reader~” with cara teasing of reader the whole time having to tell the ladies that reader is already taken with din.

A/N: you are my very first  request, so i decided to do a full, bonifide one shot! thank you so very much!! 🥰💕💕

oddly enough, din doesn’t show his bucket in this until the very end. 💀 it became really cara-centric for some reason. hope that’s okay! 😖

also, the trope of “everyone collectively loves person, but person is so utterly oblivious to it” is, without fail, one of the funniest bits any piece of media can pull lmao.

hope you enjoy! 💗

content: references of sex (kinda), saucy language, gender neutral!reader (my first time writing a gn reader 😲), reader being completely “no thoughts head empty” type of oblivious, cara just brutally teasing reader, soft!din makes an appearance!, cara is also kinda a bisexual icon???

word count: 1,775

“... What do you mean?” 

Cara looks at you strange. She searches your face for a few seconds longer, eyebrows furrowed, trying to see if you’re serious. 

“Are you fucking with me?” She deadpans evenly, and you tilt your head slightly, blinking. You slowly shake your head, raising an eyebrow.

“No...?” You drag out the word and Cara barks a sudden, loud laugh at your genuine confusion, tossing back her head as she does. She straightens up in her seat, still chuckling lightly, and picks up her glass of spotchka. Cara leans against the backrest, draping her free arm over it.

“You’re really not fucking with me, huh?” She mutters with a grin, bringing the glass to her lips and taking a low, long sip, her eyes not leaving yours. You frown, puzzled.

“Cara, I have no ide—"

“Everyone wants to fuck you.” Cara interrupts and it takes a moment for the blunt, vulgar words to register, but when they do you feel heat rise in your cheeks. You visibly recoil, sputtering out an answer.

“I— What are— There's no—” All Cara does as you fumble over your words, getting more and more red in the face, is shrug, an easy grin on her face.

“Yeah, everyone wants to get in your pants, can’t say I blame ‘em.” Her grin turns downright predatory and it gives you the final push to spit out a reply.

“WHAT?” The word comes out incredulous and far louder that you had meant, causing you to cringe at the sound of your voice reverberating in the cantina. People glance over at you and you give the crowd a sheepish, nervous smile. Thankfully, everyone turns back to whatever they were doing, no questions asked. Then your head whips back to Cara, whose all smug-looking, to shoot her a glare. Your face is positively burning, and you just know she can see it.

“Are you fucking with me?” You throw her own question back at her, but it falls flat because all it does is grow the shit-eating grin that’s plastered on Cara’s face. She shrugs, gesturing around lazily to the room at large.

“Jax, the Rodian over there, gives you puppy dog eyes, Kol and Zaltor— the Trandoshans, not the Togrutas, by the way— look at your ass every time they get, that pink Twi’lek gal over there practically fawns over you— think her names’ Numa or Nima or something, the Duros over there...”

Cara continues listing off more and more names, and with each one (some who you know and have spoken to) you feel yourself getting more and more flustered. You sink low in your chair, staring wide eyed into your spotchka, hands on your temples.

“Good Maker.” You groan, placing your hands over your face and slumping onto the table. Cara (finally) stops listing literally the entire population of the village and gazes at you quizzically. She tilts her head.

“Don’t like being the sex idol of the town?” She teases and you groan again, louder this time. You glare up at her through your fingers, still furiously blushing. Oh, how you wish Din was here to beat the snot out of Miss Dune...

“No. This is a nightmare.” You growl out, going back to digging your face into the table, hoping the sandstone would just swallow you whole. Before Cara can reply, a new voice sounds up.

“U-Um, hi.” You stiffen and turn your head to the side to see two Twi’leks, one taller than the other, standing next to the table. They seem a bit nervous, fidgeting with their lekku and rocking on their feet, but something tells you they’re here for... something. The moment you meet Cara’s gaze, your face blanches.

“Kill me now.”

“Hey, pretty ladies.”

You groan and Cara flirts at the exact same time, Cara’s strong voice unfortunately gaining the upper hand. Both Twi’lek giggle, and the taller of the two, the lavender skinned one, flutters her eyelashes. Even more unfortunately, you make eye contact with her. She flushes when you meet her gaze.

“O-Oh my— Stars, um hi!” She and her companion devolve into giggles again and you force yourself to sit up. Giving them a forced smile, you rest your hands under your chin and elbows on the table.

“Hello. What can I do for you?” You ask through gritted teeth, attempting to keep your strained voice relatively nice, while also fighting back both the blush that’s still on your cheeks and the urge to shoot Cara with your blaster. Thankfully, the Twi’leks have gotten over the apparent “meeting their idol” giggles, because now the shorter one places a dusty tan hand on the table and leans in. A bright, stunning smile spreads across her face, but something flirty burns in her eyes.

“Mm. Me and my sister here have just been seeing you around so often.” She says, voice a obviously practiced mix of playfully coy and feigning ignorance. You glance from her, to her lavender sister, then to Cara. And your luck must really be in the gutters, or maybe Cara just wants to torture you—or both— but the mercenary only offers you a grin, lifts her spotchka to her lips, and sips. Your hands curl into fists.

“Yeah, I—” 

“You’re talking to Mando’s squeeze, babes.” Cara interrupts yet again and all three sets of eyes land on her. Two of them moon-eyed and incredulous if not also disappointed, one of them so embarrassed that Carasynthia Dune, you are a dead woman—

“Really?” The lavender Twi'lek’s eyes are so blown wide you almost think they’d roll out of her head. Her sister looks just as awestruck, and both look a tad bit fearful. You go to speak, but Cara (you’re really starting to hate her) opens her mouth again and beats you to the cut.

“Mm hm. Y’all are hitting on the Mando’s sweetheart. Pretty bold, honestly, he’s real protective over this one.” The blush you put all your hard work into smothering returns full force at Cara’s words, and the Twi’leks start looking a bit flustered themselves, though for another reason.

“So sorry!” The lavender one breaks first and goes running off to a Rodian and Zabrak sitting at a far table. She leans in close, seeming to whisper something into their ears, and suddenly all three of them are looking at you with a strange mix of disappointment, lust, and fear. You hastily look away and hide your face behind your hand.

“Aw. Shame.” The tan Twi’lek purses her lips, pushing herself off the table, and you begrudgingly force yourself to look at her. She gives you that stunning smile again and winks.

“You know I’m here for you.” She says and sashays off to where her sister is. Across the room, she gives you another wink and flutters her fingers. Pretty sure that all your bloods’ in your face, you turn to Cara, slowly.

“Cara.” You say her name lowly, looking her dead in the eye. She’s grinning, and blows a lock of her hair out of her face. She feigns an unassuming, innocent look, but both you and her know better.

“Yeah?” She’s walking on thin ice and she knows it, but you also know she’s never been afraid of risk.

“I’m going to kill you.” You say, coming across as deadly serious as you possibly can. Cara’s grin widens, her eyes twinkling, and she downs the last of her spotchka.

“I know,” She starts and she shrugs, “But you know I couldn’t resist.”

You want to reach over and smack her a good one, but a voice alerts you to a certain someone at your side.

“Hey.” Din’s low, modulated voice gentle pulls your attention to him and you turn your head to look up at your silver-clad lover. Even with the dark T-visor, you know exactly where to look to find those soft, doe eyes beneath it. A small smile creeps across your face.

“Hey.” You reply and he offers a hand to you, which you gladly accept. Like always, his hand is large and warm and strong, and it makes you feel completely at peace. Din helps you up to your feet, settling you close, but not too close, to his side. 

“I got the next few pucks, and the kid’s already in the Crest, so we’re ready to head out...” Din trails off and tilts his head, and you can feel his curious gaze roam your face. 

“Your face is... pretty flushed. Are you feeling okay?” He asks it so gently and sweetly, his gloved hand still holding yours, that it’s almost enough to make you forget why your all disheveled in the first place. Letting out a forced, somewhat breathy laugh, you pull your hand away to cross your arms over your chest.

“Um, yeah, yeah— I’m good.” You assure him, but Din knows you so he turns his attention on Cara, whose sprawl in her seat, looking like a satisfied loth cat.

“What did you do?” He asks, keeping his voice neutral, but there’s a hint of that good ol’ Din Protectiveness seeping in too. Part of you celebrates that Din’s finally here to beat up Cara, but all the other parts of you just want to hop on back the Razor Crest and get the Hell out of here. Cara lazily raises her hands in mock surrender, tilting her head into her shoulder.

“Just playing, that’s all.” She replies, eying your spotchka from across the table. She and Din are in some type of staring match even as she reaches and snags your drink. You don’t care enough to protest. Din stares at Cara for a few seconds longer before he shifts on his feet and turns back to you.

“Ready to go, cyare?” His voice is like warm like sunshine, and it makes your entire being light up. You nod and smile, uncrossing your arms to grab his hand. His thick fingers close around yours, encasing your hand in his.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.” You reply as you both start walking, tethered to one another by the most sacred link you can while in public. Din and you walk side by side, a Mandalorian and his beloved, through the cantina and out the door.

Cara watches you leave, then looks around at all the inhabitants of the cantina who had also watched you and the Mando leave hand-in-hand. She nearly laughs at all the looks of disappointment. You really were the village heart throb.

And as Cara downs the last of her (your) spotchka, she ponders,

Dammit. Wish it was me instead of Mando.

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Hawk’s eye| 18+

pairings: hawks [keigo tamaki] x female! reader

summary: hawks is in his rut, desperate for some relief. his annoying secretary won’t stop irritating him so he decides to take his pent up frustrations on her.       ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

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anonymous said:

hi!! so while the requests are still open, could you write some headcannons for Hawks x reader when he's in rut? maybe the reader is a bit clueless and doesn't even know he goes through stuff like that? dirty details are welcome 👀❤️

this was high-key inspired by @tainted-wine​‘s this fic. (i hope u like my take on it !! 💓) 

a/n: aaaa this took so much longer than i thought it would take 😭, also thanks @the-grimm-writer  for proof reading this! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) also this is porn w plot so if u just was to skip to da porn. skip to this ‘◌’ bhai 

ALSO THANKYOU FOR 900 FOLLOWERS LMAO WTF FOR REAL 😭

tagging: @lady-tokugawa-of-mikawa​, @koiibito​, @reinawritesbnha​, @shorkbrian​

warnings: noncon, hate fucking, one slap, she bites his dick at some point, scumbag hawks.

word count:  5862

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The sound of your phone buzzing on the side table with a loud, irritating noise jolts you awake. You roll around on the bed, your fingers reaching to turn the vibrating device off. Groaning, you sit up straight. The warm mattress under you threatens to lull you back to sleep but you shove the thought away instead choosing to stretch your arms over your head and yawn endlessly. You were tired, so goddamn tired. Rubbing your temples lazily you start thinking about the dreadful day you have ahead of yourself. You think about your boss: Hawks, the man who makes you hate your life and job. He has trapped you into a never-ending nightmare which starts the second you open your eyes till the moment you fall asleep and even then he still manages to haunt you in your dreams. 

Cleaning up after his messes, obeying his ever so pliantly. He has turned you into his little pet slave. He says that it’s your job as you are his assistant, his little helper there to make his job a little less hectic. You must listen to his needs and wants and to some degree, you do agree with him: it is your job, it’s what you signed up for after all but you can also sense him misusing his title when he is with you. He never listens to your suggestions which results in him calling you late after work hours to help with his problems knowing damn well you had already warned him beforehand. And, oh his flirty, suggestive comments which borderline sexual harassment. Hawks is a difficult man to work with and you often find yourself wondering how much calmer your life would be if you never worked for him but you do not have that luxury of leaving the job. It pays ridiculously well and you have bills to pay, your family to support. No, you cannot afford to lose this job. So you sit through his torment and hope for the best.

Seconds later after you have gathered your will to live you start scrolling through your phone, skimming through the morning news lazily. Your eyebrows furrow and eyes turn into angry slits as you glance upon a displeasing, astonishing article.

 ‘No. 2 Hero Hawks spotted partying with strippers–’

Your heart stops for a moment.

What the fuck was this? 

You hesitantly read through the article, your heartbeat increasing every second that your eyes focus on the led screen, reading the details of the damned article. Eyes widening as panic settles in your nerves, you realize the gravity of the situation you had found yourself under as Hawks’ manager. Hawks had been spotted partying with strippers in a nightclub with a bunch of celebrities. The crazy stalker who had managed to follow him succeeded in capturing exclusive pictures of Hawks dressed in an expensive suit, his hair styled to perfection dancing under the dim lights of the club with women in basically their underwear shamelessly grinding upon him. You honestly couldn’t have given a single fuck about what Hawks did in his free time but since he had managed to get a paparazzi to tail him and now that his career was at risk; it became your problem. Your first and foremost instinct was to call Hawks and ask him what the hell he was thinking. Not being careful enough, he had managed to taint his entire reputation. The people of Japan now probably viewed him as a reckless party animal rather than the No. 2 Hero! 

Before you could call him, your phone’s screen lights up illuminating a contact you dread. ‘Hero Commission’ it’s written in bold letters, your face drops. Your fingers shake, filled with anxiety as you accept the call. Inhaling and exhaling, you try to calm your nerves. If it is a call from the Commission, you know it’s bad. Bad. 

You pick up the phone and instantly regret it, “What were you doing?” an angry, masculine voice snarls through the screen. You open your mouth to answer but are not given a chance too. “How did you let him go to a strip club during patrol hours?” you bite your lip thinking of an acceptable excuse, “He had to go there for work! It’s a misunderstanding. He went down to the strip club undercover to meet up with a crook to get some intel– that’s what he told me. This is a misunderstanding, I–” your explanation was cut short as the person on the other end of the call deemed it enough. “Whatever it is, fix it and never let this happen again.” he sneers a warning before cutting the call. It wasn’t a complete lie, Hawks did tell you that he was investigating a case on his own and that he would be gaining information from shady people but you did not expect him to go to a strip club out of all places. The worst part: he never even told you in detail anything about this case neither did he notice the paparazzi tailing his back. You sigh in frustration, rubbing your forehead, you quickly ring up his number only for it be sent right to voicemail. You almost scream. Where the fuck was this bastard?

Managing Hawks was not a walk in the park. The hero commission had sent you down especially to be Hawks’ secretary. You had a reputation: you were known to be responsible, diligent, and punctual. You were one of their best, entrusted with the responsibility to manage Hawks and you did a good job but it was Hawks who just made the job so hard. 

Creating problems he could never solve by himself; on lucky days you would get a call from him at three in the morning, him begging you to come to help him. You want to say no, deny him any help. Let him suffer by himself but you cannot do that. If he screws up and you are not there to fix it. You lose your job, you can’t afford that. You give your 100%, you do but it’s Hawks. He has a problem with you, well, he has a problem with everyone in the commission but projects it mainly at you. He does not respect you. 

He chooses to ignore your decisions and suggestions, diminishing them with a cruel chuckle, “Look, I need you but just not now.” He would say with an apologetic smile, “just let me work at my own pace, I will call when I will need you. After all, I love seeing your cute face.” You would always have to force yourself from not slapping his smug face before he took off into the bright, blue sky.

The truth untold, it wasn’t his fault completely either. He was just so fast. It was hard for anyone to keep up with him and since he did his job right; bringing peace to the nation you could not deem him worthless. But it still was a bother at times like this when you were left completely in the dark while Hawks ruined his hard-earned reputation. 

You got into the building earlier that morning to wait for Hawks in his office, you needed to talk to him. This was not his first mishap. Not long ago, another article about him shamelessly flirting with a fan had been published. It had said the fan was visibly uncomfortable with him but Hawks didn’t seem to care, he kept presting. You had managed to cover it up as the two being close friends who were publicly joking around, there was no real harm done. It was a lie though, you had to pay the fan a large check to keep her mouth shut. She accepted the money and the story was lost and forgotten but you had no idea how you were going to cover this hell up.

The clock struck nine as the day began, people rushing into the building all tensed but there was no sign of Hawks. You tried calling him on his number but the call directed to voicemail yet again. You were growing impatient, did something happen to him? Sure Hawks fucked things over sometimes but he never disappeared like this. It got you genuinely worried. Something horrible could have happened to him. After all, he was on a case. 

You waited for another thirty minutes and there was yet no sign of him. His sidekicks came knocking on his office door only to be surprised to see you there instead of their boss. You told them to continue with their day and not worry about Hawks, he was just awfully late. Not a big deal, he will be here soon. Soon. 

Another hour passed by, no sign of Hawks and about now your phone was blowing up with angry calls from his sponsors and business partners, screaming at the top of their lungs frowning upon the scandal. Heck, even Endeavor called you after he couldn’t reach Hawks himself. The call made you nervous as anxiety crept in yet again. Hawks wasn’t answering to Endeavour something bad must have happened. Getting tired of the wait, you make up your mind to drop by his penthouse and to go see him for yourself. His silence was driving you crazy and worried at the same time, you just hoped he would be there well and safe. You could not imagine the ruckus that would create if something were to happen to him. 

You walked out of his office after waiting for an hour. Rushing down to the basement you got into your car and before driving away to his house. Just before leaving, you decided to test your luck by calling him. Hoping, praying he would answer this time and luckily he did .

“Hawks!” you cried, a wave of relief washing over you, “Where are you? What are you doing?” you began pestering him with questions, not letting him answer even once. Hawks, tired of waiting,  interrupted your monologue of questions with a chuckle. “Aw, you’re worried about me, baby?” his tone was low and mischievous, the sentence slurring almost into a moan at the last word. You rolled your eyes and clenched your fists in irritation, you weren’t new to his teasing. Hawks thought it was appropriate for him to casually flirt with his secretary. Send unasked comments about your figure, perverted implications about what he would do to a ‘cute little thing like you’ which made you very uncomfortable being around him at times. But it wasn’t that what made him get on your last nerves. It was the fact that he could even think about joking at a time like this which made you furious. 

You screamed into the phone, giving him a piece of your mind. Degrading him for not taking care of himself, complaining about how he had managed to put you in such a tight spot. 

“Once again I am asking, where the fuck are you. Hawks?” you ended your speech with spite in your words. Hawks sighed, “I am in the office,” he says your name with an edge in his voice, instantly shutting you down, “Where the hell are you?” The smugness in his tone remains and you can tell he is smirking on the other side of the screen as if he’s won. You hang up abruptly before walking out of your car and into the building, hurriedly making your way towards Hawk’s office. 

You slam the door open glaring upon hawks as he sits behind his table. Dirty boots resting pliantly on the shiny, polished wood. His wings out, stretched to their fullest, filling up the room standing on high alert. They have a deeper hue to them, they look darker– a darker red. How did that happen? You find yourself wondering. Is he on drugs? His face is tilted upwards, facing the ceiling. Eyes screwed shut. They open as he hears you enter and walk towards him, his wings falling back behind him calm and collected. 

“You’re late,” he says with a smirk, you bang your fist on the table beside where his feet rest, making him flinch and bring them down instinctively. His eyes widened in shock, he was not expecting you to be this furious. Sure, he knew he knew he had gotten you mad but he was not expecting you to be this angry. Without any hesitation, you start scolding him again. He watches you ramble in ominous glee. A poker face masking his expression, he watches you trot about how much trouble he is in. His job is to protect meek and weak citizens who cannot fight for themselves, what he was doing in a strip in the name of business is something you cannot grasp your head around. You repeat your lecture which you had already tortured him over the phone while the entire time Hawks drums his fingers underneath the table, waiting for you to get over with your dumb speech. His eyes trail on your lips, watching it move. Plump, pillow-like features tinted dark red ramble on about how much of an irresponsible person he was. Complaining about how much trouble he puts you through daily. Honestly, he doesn’t quite catch what you were saying. His mind busy imaging you shutting the fuck and letting him get through the day– or better yet how pathetic you would look underneath him while he shoves his dick down your throat. The thought makes his cock throb. His eyes change from an unbothered, bored look to something sinister as they start trailing all over your body. His eyebrows slightly furrow as he catches up on the few degrading terms you throw at him. 

You talked too much. Way too much, do you realize how much better you would look if you keep your pretty, little mouth shut? The entire time, it’s always: Hawks don’t do this, Hawks don’t do that. Don’t you ever get tired? He wonders whether your dumb little brain had any thoughts other than the ones which tell you to irritate him all the time. You should shut up, really stop talking. He might do something bad, he’s already stressed enough as it is being in his rut and having no way to relieve himself, he is going through a rough time here. The other night he escaped to a strip club in hopes of relieving some stress and it had worked but it had also brought along a mind splitting scandal.

The entire morning, Hawks was busy avoiding people. Whether it be his fans, reporters, or even someone he knew; he paid no mind to them trying to get to the office as soon as possible to deal with the mess he had created.

It wasn’t his fault entirely, he was in his rut and needed sexual relief which he was finding very hard to receive. With his work piling up and you breathing down his neck, he couldn’t even take represents as they slowed him down. He couldn’t risk falling asleep on duty. A stupid, little headline about what he does in his free time was much more favorable than a failed mission in which he would let countless innocent lives slip by his fingers. 

He watches you ramble, his eyes trailing over your body locking on your tits. He stares at them intensely, watching them bounce slowly every time you huff out of irritation and frustration. Your work shirt works him favors, the white almost translucent material shows off the slightest shadow of your black, lacy bra. It’s enough to get him going- imaging how your soft mounds would feel in his hands. How you would whimper under his touch as he tugs and pulls on your perky nipples, you probably wouldn’t sound as monstrous as you do right now. Your moans would be girlish, small whimpers would leave your lips as you would try your best to cover them up. You would try to hide your face under his assault but he wouldn’t let you, pinning you down instead and forcing himself on you while you cried for him to stop. Beg for his mercy. 

He can feel his jeans tighten. 

“So please, Hawks. Just be a little more responsible.” you finish, your voice turning into a plea. He hums and apologizes for his impulsive thinking, like always, he is not sorry. “Let's fix this mess, what do you say?” he asks with an apologetic grin, trying to be polite. You on the other hand don’t even spare him a glance, walking right out the door instead. It leaves him very offended. 

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“Ah! What a troublesome day it was,” Hawks chimes in walking into his office with you closely following behind, “It was all your fault.” you spit making hawks chuckle, “Whatever happens, happens for the good.” he says, a scoff leaves your lips, “What was good about that?” you ask annoyed. “I get to have you alone with me now~” Hawks winks at you making you roll your eyes dramatically. Both of you stand together in Hawks’ office after hours. The day is done, everyone in the agency building has taken their leave excluding the two of you. It had been a long day fixing up after Hawks. You were tired and all you wanted was a warm bath and some sleep. 

“Do you want to know why it happened?” Hawks asks out of the blue, “What happened?” you question, “Why was I at the strip club?” you sigh, “I don’t give two shits about your personal life, Hawks.” replying sternly. A look of disappointment arises on his face, “It’s actually more than that, really, I u-uh have this condition- it gets very hard to work during these times-”

 “What are you even talking about?” You interject confused and clueless. You turn to him, a glare evident on your face you stare at him sheepishly. What was he on about now?

“I am serious, I went into my rut, and that's why I went to the strip club-” “Into a what?” Hawks’ eyes widened, were you really that clueless? “A rut, [y/n],” he says like it is a matter of fact, something everybody is aware of. “A rut. You know like how some animals go into heat and they-” your face scrunches as he explains his rut to you, you visibly grow more and more repulsed. Hawks studies you face, his heart genuinely breaking at your expressions. “Why are you telling me this?” you screech, “jeez Hawks, I did not need to know any of that!” you continue. 

Hawks is hurt, he accepted a reaction which showed more concern. Maybe he went a bit too far imagining that you would offer him help but seeing you so disgusted by him shattered his heart and made him lose all his respect for you. You were a terrible human being, no different from those villains he put behind the bars every day. “I am telling you all of this because- this actually happens!  Many- fuck- millions of people like me actually suffer from this shit! You should be a little more emphatic.” he reasons. He accepts you to understand at least now but you gloriously manage to disappoint him yet again. A rude snarl leaves your lips followed by a scoff, “What are you really trying to tell me Hawks? That you don’t want to do your job and to justify your laziness; you are making lame excuses now?” you shove a finger to his chest, it pushes him off the edge. 

Something in his snaps, he looks down where your fingertip touches his chest. You are smaller than him, he’s at least a foot bigger than you. Where does your bratty, puny self get all this confidence from? His eyes darken as something sinister floats within him. He stares down at your finger, wanting to rip it off. He wants to see you cry. He wants to see you in pain and misery, suffering a great deal while nobody comes to help you. 

“Hawks, you know what? I am so done with your bullshit. I am leaving.” You turn away from him, heading to the door but before you could move a step. Hawks grabs you by writs, caging your delicate hand into a bone-crushing death grip, “What the fuck?” you question, “Hawks?” you continue. You wait for his response, turning to him. He is facing the floor, his hair scanning over his eyes making it impossible for you to read his expression, not that you could read what was going on with him normally but now; it’s even harder. “Are you going to let go?” you ask again only to be met by him squeezing your wrists even tighter. You bring your other hand over him to pry yourself free from his clutches but he doesn’t want to let go. 

“Hawks wha-” you don’t get to complete your statement as Hawks pushes you down on the floor making you fall on your butt. You let out a loud hiss. You frown, yelling out “What is wrong with you!?” You try to stand back up but his hands settle on your shoulder pushing you back down. You try fighting but it’s to no use. Did you forget he is the no. 2 Pro- Hero? He is much stronger than you, he brings down villains twice his size daily. What makes you think your weak kicks and punches will be enough to beat him? 

You keep struggling under him, screaming how you were going to report him and ruin his career, how he is going to be sorry for messing with you.

 “Shut. Up.” he finally speaks, he brings his gloved hand to your perfectly styled hair. Pulling tightly on your roots he stretches your face upwards, making it easier for him to look down on you while you cry in agony, “Stop crying.'' His voice is deep and raspy, much different from how he usually talks. You look up at him, fear swimming in your eyes as tears prick at the corners of your sockets, lips trembling. If you already weren’t terrified enough, your horror becomes tenth fold when you see his boner raging in his pants, “Come, on. Hawks..” your voice is small and weak, it's a broken cry. You know what he is going to make you do. He was going to violate you, break you beyond repair. 

This was so wrong. As much you hated Hawks, you never would have thought he would do something like this. Hawks was a hero. He is meant to fight for justice, punish evil. Why is he doing this? “Hawks no. Please. Was it something I said? I take it back I didn’t mean it-” 

“You know, y/n, you are not so different from those villains yourself,” if looks could kill, you would be dead. The pure, anger, and hatred he looks at you with bothers you. It makes you hate yourself, there is something sinister in his eyes which makes you sure about the fact that he is not afraid of hurting you. He has given up on you, after all, his polite gestures, generosity you always ignored- he’s fed up with your sheer ignorance and your ego. He hates you. He does and heck if he wasn’t in his rut; he would never bring his dick anywhere near you. He does not respect you as a human and in no way does he have any romantical attachment to you. All he ever saw was a walking alarm clock, bugging him every second, and now all he is going to see you as is his cocksleeve whom he can stuff his fat cock into whenever and however he seems fine. To him you are just a walking hole he can ruin whenever he wants to, you have managed to get on his bad side and he is going to show you his bad side.

He undoes his belt, his pants falling to his thighs displaying his expensive boxers and his growing hardness. His cock is throbbing within its confines, fighting desperately to come free. His free hand pulls his boxers down and his cock springs free, hitting his abdomen. It stands long and hard, the tip blushed red and angry, tiniest bit of pre-cum spilling sweetly from his slit. He pumps his cock in his hand before forcing it against your mouth, pressing it to your lips smearing his pre all over your lips. You whimper in protest, moving your head the littlest you can under his tight grip. “Bitch open up. You had this coming for a long time,” his dick slaps your cheek while his fingers try to pry open your mouth. Pushing his gloved digits forcefully into your mouth, the rough fabric feels disgusting on your tongue. His fingers capture the lower part of your jaw, tearing your mouth apart with deranged strength. A loud cry escapes from you as he stuffs your empty mouth full of his cock, “Yeah, that’s more like it. Fuck.” he bottoms out into your throat, his shaft hitting the back of your throat making you gag, “get on with it. A slut like you would have the experience, right?” he taunts you. You do as he says, puckering your lips firmly around his length, your hands resting on his exposed thighs while you stroke him with your tongue. You feel his chiseled thigh muscles flex under your fingers as he melts in pleasure, tiny moans leaving his lips shamelessly. 

As Hawks drowns in overwhelming pleasure, a criminal idea crosses your mind. Your eyes trail up to his face. His eyes are screwed close, he bites his lower lip softly. Carefully and slowly, you graze your teeth over his cock. Clamping down on it lightly, you hold your position. Your heart beats faster when Hawks stiffens and in a quick flash, he pushes you off his cock throwing you into the ground before backing up, squealing in pain.

 “YOU LITTLE BITCH!” he screams, you sprint to the door. Trembling fingers try to unlock the doorknob while Hawks cries in agony behind you. You can feel him loom behind you, ready to come for your neck. A part of you tells you that you will not make it but the adrenaline rushing in your veins calls to be hopeful. Just open the door and just run. 

Your cold, quivering fingers almost unlock the heavy wooden door but before you can push it open. Hawks appears right behind you, pushing his body onto your back. You feel his cock poking at your ass, his hand grabs your head pulling you, prying you off the door. You scream and cry trying to break free, grabbing his hand clawing on it to let you free. Hawks chooses to show no mercy as he drags you by your hair to his desk, your scalp hurts from his grip. You can feel tiny strands breakaway. He turns you around and slams your back to his wooden desk, you whimper at the contact. He stands in front of you, pressing his knee between your thighs. His hand reaches out to pull at your collar, forcing you to look at him. 

He is livid, eyebrows furrowed with a death glare his jaw clenched, and his eyes darker than you have ever seen before. He looks at you with murderous intent, you think he might as well kill you with his wings flared open. The feathers turning into knives, you beg for your life. 

Hawks observes your face. Broken, scared for your life your eyes are glassy, ridden in fear your makeup smeared all over your face. He thinks it's beautiful, he has finally got you begging for mercy, finally thinking of him as the man he is. He appreciates your submission but it does not erase the fact that you just bite oh his dick. You beg for mercy, your voice is small and broken. It comes barely above a whisper, “I am so sorry hawks, please don’t do this.” He doesn’t listen, staring at you head-on with his jaw clenched. He brings his free hand to the air, keeping it steady for a second before bringing it down with a horrendous force. You feel it before it happens; white, hot flashing pain erupts through your cheek stinging you hard. You cry out in agony as your face drops to the other side. The strike was powerful, it left you sore, you can still feel it sting your face. It leaves you swollen, you try to bring your hand up to your face lightly to carcasses you paining cheek but Hawks pushes your face on the wooden desk before you could, trapping your arms behind your back holding it with one hand. “You don’t realize your position, do you? You know what? I was going- planning to be gentle with you. I thought I would at least make you cum but now,” he pulls a feather out his wings preceding to tear open your pencil skirt with the sharp end. The ripped fabric falls to the ground leaving you in your panties and the pantyhose you always wear under your skirts, “There we go. I hope you are a pain slut, otherwise you would really not enjoy this.” he says with a small chuckle before ripping you out of your bottoms, leaving you in your panties completely vulnerable to him. He abandons his gloves, rubbing his fingers on your clothed cunt roughly trying to gather slickness from your dry hole. Pleasure shoots down your body as his digits find your clit, rubbing tight circles on the little pearl, “Does this feel good? You are getting wet.” a smirk scars his face, “Who gets off to being raped?” he says sharply. Your face scrunches up in disgust and embarrassment. A heavy lump forms in your throat and the waterworks that you had been holding off burst open. Big, fat tears roll down your cheeks as you cry for mercy. You didn't know why this was happening to you, for your entire life you had been a nice person: always helpful, sensitive, and kind. At least, that was what you thought yourself to be. Never in a million years could you- or anyone, in fact, could have ever thought that you would be crying pathetically while your boss: a person known to all as a Hero, the truest, most honest person to exist ever would be the one defiling you, tearing you down to nothing just for his pleasure. 

“Shut up, you like this.” He snarls at you, so sick of your loud wails he even shoves two fingers inside your mouth plunging them to the back of her throat, “Don’t you dare bite now, slut.” he warns. His fingers stop prodding at your clit when he notices the wet spot forming on your panties, he wastes no time shimming them down to your ankles, whistling when he sees your glistening pussy. You only wail louder pleading him not proceed any further. Hawks turns a blind eye to all your begging, “I should just shove it in, right?” he asks petting his finger over your hole, “but that won’t be fun,” he snickers. You feel his move away from your cunt and move higher. Panic settles, he couldn't be serious, “Hawks. Please no. Please don’t. I don-” finger rims along your asshole, inching to dip in, “What? Don’t want me to fuck your ass?” he spanks your ass hard making you flinch, “Please I’ve never-” you cry out hoping he would understand, “No one’s ever fucked you in the ass before?” you whine at the lewd words which shamelessly fall from his lips, “Guess there’s a first for everything.” he says with a scoff. 

His digits bury into your hole, stretching you out in a way you’ve never felt before. The stretch burns, filling a fresh set of tears rolling down your eyes, smudging your mascara and eyeliner You looked like a whore. He keeps hammering his fingers inside you without mercy, a loud whine leaves your lips as you feel a tingle of pleasure from him hitting the right spot. “Do you like that? Too bad, this isn’t for you.” he moves his fingers from you before lining his fat cock to your almost too tiny hole, “How will this fit?” he laughs to himself, pressing his engorged tip in slowly, “Will be a tight fit,” he continues to shove his cock into your hole, his face turns off one to ecstasy as your walls take him inch by inch. You scream in pain, his cock was much bigger than his fingers. It was stretching you out, numbing your mind and soul, you did not know how much more you could take. Salty tears fell from your eyes as Hawks bottomed himself in you, he waited for a moment before starting to thrust into you unforgivingly. Dragging his fat cock out and your walls pulling him right back in. As he kept ramming into you. Slowly, you start to pleasure tingle up your spine as his tip smashed against the right spots. Your cries of pain turn to pleasurable moans. Hawks wastes no time in teasing you, “Look at you moaning like a slut,” he spanks your ass with swift force sending your rear to sting. You feel unbearable pleasure starting to build up in your abdomen, a straining coil wanting to burst which each of Hawks’ strong thrusts yet it is left unfilled as the simulation is not enough to make you cum from all alone. Hawks notices this, the pitiful crying for him to touch your swollen little clit which was begging to be played with. He almost thought he would give it to you, after all, he was a good person. Almost. 

Hawks just snicker, his cruel, sadistic laugh echoing in the room, “No, no, no.” he teases, “no matter how much you cry, baby. I am not letting you cum. This is your punishment, you deserve this. You’ve been a bad girl.” Hawks couldn’t formulate how he was able to form complete sentences. The moment he had caught you, he had let himself go feral. Dragging you down like a predator, he finally had you under him. He kept grunting and breathing profanity down your ear along with shameful praises about how well your slutty ass takes him. He is glad he is finally getting his much-deserved relief but he is not done yet. He won’t be done until he is filling your vulnerable womb with his seed, he won’t be done until he hears you asking him to give you his children. He is not going to leave you be until he has destroyed you, balls deep in your tiny pussy. He is going to keep you here all night fucking you, he is going to stay there all night fucking you with hate which he has buried within himself for you over the years. He is going to melt you in his hand, break you until only he can build you up, and maybe he will not let you go even after that. Maybe he will keep you after all hawks mate for life. 

Just hope he lets you cum the next time. 

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Help me out pls

Hiii! So I know this is very premature but I’m going to force myself to finish Living Nightmare within the next month or months and after that, I’d like to start a new series but only if people are interested!

So to know that, I set up a little question thingy that I would appreciate feedback for which series on the list below you’d like to read. You could send asks or comment on this post but I’d prefer you answer it on the poll so I have all the answers together!!

Thank you all so much! It should be a few months before I actually get a series going, but I’m more curious than wanting to be prepared lmao

Click here for the google forms poll (you don’t need an account on google or tumblr to do this)

The Born Again Planet

Eleventh Doctor x reader

With only the help of a bedtime story, the Doctor and you must figure out a way to escape a doomed planet, all while risking the fate of your existence.

Welcome to the End of the World

Tenth Doctor x Reader

When the Tardis takes you on an unexpected and dangerous trip to a parallel universe, the Doctor and you do all you can to save it and yourselves.

A/N: There’s a little bit of Eleventh Doctor x reader in there and I’ll be honest I don’t remember all the bits and pieces about traveling to parallel worlds yet (I will rewatch the episodes don’t worry 😉) except that you can’t visit them but suspend your belief a bit!

Amy’s Guide to Being Bold

Eleventh Doctor x Reader

Tired of watching you and the Doctor dance around your feelings, Amy creates a tip list, her “guide to being bold”, in hopes you finally tell the Doctor how you feel.

Until We Meet Again

Tenth Doctor x Reader + Eleventh Doctor x reader

You have a habit of popping into the Doctor’s life at random, but it’s not always a good time.

A/N: River and Doctor vibes and it’s enemies to lovers to enemies to friends to lovers except it’s you!

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Do you have more Kiribaku Fics?

oh, my sweet summerchild, i have them all

these are all sfw, most of them are rated t for bakugo’s choice of words, and just fluff, so much fluff

i don’t create nor consume a lot of nsfw content, especially not if it involves minors, so if you want something of that sort, you’ll have to ask someone else

the classics, you probably heard of them before, but for a reason

“quote love unquote” by newamsterdam it’s a celebrity au with fake dating, what more can I say?

“2am Knows All Secrets” by Unbreakable_Red_Riot tbh just read all of their fics, they’re so good. But this is basically hurt/comfort and so wholesome and ahh

“cotton candy hands” by chonideno another wholesome one that just made my heart all fluttery because kiribaku taking care of each other hits different

“Roses are red and they taste like shit” by Unbreakable_Red_Riot (again) the first hanahaki fic I actually enjoyed lmao

“one to ten” by crunchrapsupreme friends to lovers but kirishma turns it into a whole operation

 these are all about kisses

“houdini” by chonideno “ooh no im making out with my best friend whatever shall I do” this tag says it all

“The Hard Easy” by dirtbag kissing lessons, that’s it

“Detonate” by theroyalsavage bakugo and kirishima kissing on a roof

too gay to function kirishima

“the laundry room” by dellsey just two dudes bonding in a laundry room, nothing to see here

“Love Notes” by PurplePersnickety kirishma gets looooove notes wink wink

“Worth a Thousand Words” by awareoftheconcept jealous kirishma, cranky kirishima and an accidental love confession, love to see it

“’Cause the Dark’s Not Taking Prisoners Tonight” by imatriasarahtops hurt/comfort and cooking bakugo and them just bonding over trauma and nightmares

“the easy parts” by chonideno hurt/comfort, mention of blood and wounds, I love it so much

“The Best Medicine” by chezka, this, my friends, is absolute gold, one of my favs, just fluff and pining and cuteness AND HAPPY BAKUGO

 pining bakugo at its best

“Dulcet” by sodagum kirishima confesses to bakugo and he just short circuits, what a dork

“Absolutely Did Not” by GanglyLimbs bakugo gets the love he deserves from everyone, but especially kirishima or class 1-a are the anti-bullying police

“Cranky-rishima” by PurplePersnickety another hurt/comfort one, even more nightmares, these kids deserve a break

“neon season” by chonideno the vibes dude, the vibes, kiribaku road trip, get your playlist ready and enjoy !this is the only one I think that has implied sexual activity with aged-up characters!

“Kokoronashi” by chiisanaai *slaps the fic* this bad boy can hold so many pining bakugo moments

“help me get out of my head” by popcap more hurt/comfort, more nightmares, this is a pattern

the bold/italics one are my favs of each category, and now i hope you can enjoy them

i’ve read a lot more and i’m gonna read a lot more, but these are the ones i really enjoyed so far and so i hope you’ll enjoy them too!!