#I COULD throw up if i wanted to but i won't!!

[alchemistc]

"Any plans for your days off, Buck?"

Buck knows his grin is a little feral, but he's kind of hoping that'll throw them off the trail. It's barely been a year, and in that time they've had three natural disasters, one copter crash, a boss intent on making Buck's life a living hell, and two almost break-ups.

It's too soon, to know for sure, except Athena and Bobby had known, and Hen and Karen had known even if they were too scared to admit it at first, and Chim and Maddie may have taken a little longer to get there but they'd known.

And Buck knows. He knows he's never felt like this about anyone before. Knows no one has ever had the ability to infuriate him and calm his fears quite like Tommy Kinard can. Knows they could have done this like they joked about six months ago and they wouldn't have regretted it.

Hen is making a face like she's trying to decide if she wants to know whatever head-tilt-cheek-bite sexual innuendo Buck's got in the barrel, because she only appreciates that about half of the time and Buck's praying she decides on no because he's a terrible fucking liar and he doesn't like keeping things from people. But it's sort of a secret, for the next 48 hours, and Buck also wants to bask in it, wants to enjoy keeping it to himself for just a little while.

"Our Buckaroo is all grown up and refusing to over share about his sex life, praise be," Chim chips in, and Buck tucks his chin to his chest and hopes his pink cheeks read as embarrassed.

His phone buzzes in his pocket, and around him lockers slam and voices drift over him. He's only got eyes for the text that just came through.

Bird's ready, suits are pressed, room is paid up. You wanna go to Adele, after? I think I know one of her people.

You know everyone, stop bragging, I'm already impressed

I'm always gonna try to impress you. You still at the station?

Yeah but not for long. I'll see you in like forty

"--right Buck?"

Buck blinks, hums, stares across at Chim.

"Please tell me you're not sexting at work right now."

"Technically, we are off the clock."

"I'll remind Clipboard Buck of that next time he shows up."

He's zipping up his bag when his phone buzzes again.

See you soon, baby.

He's pretty sure he's gonna get away with it - Hen and Chim are arguing about some reality show as they all trudge toward the open bay doors, and though he can hear their voices further back, Eddie and Bobby still seem to be deep in conversation.

Ravi comes out of left field, because of course he does, just finished inventory still clutched in his hand as he rounds the engine closest to Buck. "Hey, Buck, you and Tommy wanna catch that movie tomorrow night? I picked up a shift but I've got like twelve off in between."

Buck winces. Damn, so close. "Sorry, bud, we actually won't be in town."

Which he's realizing now is pretty uncharacteristic of the both of them, and Hen and Chim have clocked it, so he's gonna have to make a run for it, but he catches sight of raised brows and questioning expressions and he can't give them nothing.

"Tommy's taking me to Vegas, we might see Adele, okay bye!"

They absolutely let him make a break for it, let him scramble into the Jeep, let him send them all a quick wave before he peels out of his parking spot, and Buck spends the drive to Harbor viscously ignoring the steady buzzing from his phone.

---

Tommy snags the backpack from his shoulder before he's fully out the door, and tugs a belt loop to pull him close. Buck is pretty sure he'll never get over how much he likes being manhandled, just a bit.

"You wanna tell me why Chim and Hen both wished us a good flight?"

"Ravi ambushed me on my way out the door. Technically, they don't know anything about anything, except maybe Adele."

Tommy's fond smile makes Buck feel all warm and tingly inside, and he basks in the glow as Tommy nudges a knee between the open bow of Buck's legs.

Tommy's expression morphs, a bit, lips dropping as he tilts his head. "You having second thoughts? We don't have to-."

"No. No second thoughts."

"Evan, I know how close you are to your family. If you want to wait, make this something you can share with them, we can hold off."

He's so goddamn charmed by this man - by how he cares, by how well he knows Buck, by a million and one tiny things that Buck gleefully hoards his knowledge of like a dragon over his caverns of treasure.

"I kinda don't want to share you, for this." It's the first time since Tommy's brought it back up that Buck's been able to express exactly why the prospect makes him so giddy, but there it is. Possessive jealous Buck rears his ugly head again, only Tommy has always been a little charmed by that. At least when Buck expressed it in a healthy way.

"The moment they know, it's gonna be a spectacle," Tommy agrees, fingers curling over Buck's side.

"Exactly. So. Take me to Vegas and wife me up before one of them shows up trying to tag along."

He expects the dramatic eye roll, and Tommy's fingers digging into his sides. He doesn't expect the ear-ringing whistle echoing through the bay door to their left, or the smirk on Lucy Donato's face when she lets her looped thumb and pointer finger drop from her lips.

"We should definitely go before any of them remembers to hit her up for more details."

"Why would she -."

"Yeah she caught a look at the manifest and snooped until she found the rings."

"So you're actually worse at keeping a secret than I am."

"They're all gonna know before we land back home."

"Hen's gonna break like thirty bylaws trying to decorate a county owned chopper."

"Evan, seriously, we can still -."

Buck only knows one sure-fire way of stopping Tommy from spiraling too much - he uses the little bit of leverage he has plastered to the open door of his Jeep to catch Tommy's lips, and the resulting pleased hum shivers down his spine. Evan takes a moment to be pleased that Tommy hadn't shaved this morning like he'd threatened, and then he's tilting his head for a better angle and losing himself in it long enough that a few more wolf-whistles make their way across the tarmac -- Wendell and York, most likely, but when Buck finally breaks the kiss to dart a look over Tommy's shoulder, everyone has made themselves scarce.

"You gonna marry me or not, Kinard?"

It's a rare thing, but sometimes, when Buck makes him a little extra wild, Tommy does this growling thing that Buck always feels down to his toes. Tommy kisses him breathless again when Buck responds to this growl with a satisfied smirk.

---

"How much you wanna bet Hen convinces you to do a vow renewal within six months."

Buck's busy nipping at a spot of flesh just above Tommy's transverse abdominis, so it takes a second for his brain to catch up with the words.

"It's gonna be Maddie, and she's gonna rope you into it before you realize what's happening."

Tommy hums, pleased, not denying it, and runs a hand through Buck's hair, palm curling over his crown. It takes Buck a moment to figure out why it doesn't feel quite as familiar as it always does, and then he's reaching for it with a hand of his own, the tips of two fingers sliding along the smooth metal surface of Tommy's ring.

The smile he shoots up from the general area of Tommy's groin is all puppy-dog grin, and he basks in the soft, warm grin Tommy sends back. Buck tracks the crinkle of Tommy's eyes like a lifeline.

"I'm gonna lord it over everyone's head that we didn't get married because of, during, or after a health scare or a natural disaster."

"You asked me two days after we made up because of a flash flood we both thought we were gonna lose each other to, but okay."

Tommy's smile is soft. The fingers that slide around his scalp to brush reverently over his birthmark are even softer. "That time doesn't count, because we didn't follow through. You thought I was joking."

He had, honestly, at first, because they'd technically still been broken up at the time and the adrenaline and the terror at nearly losing one another had still been close. It'd taken him three days and Tommy angrily re-ringing his house key back onto Buck's keychain to realize Tommy maybe hadn't actually been joking about hopping in the chopper the next time they both had 24 off.

He's glad they'd taken the extra time, though. Glad they'd had time to drive halfway across the state in search of a ring shop they could be sure they wouldn't run into anyone at, glad they'd had the time to get new suits tailored, glad he'd had time to fuss over vows he'd still cried about while he was saying them, glad they'd done it without an Elvis impersonator standing just off to the side.

"You're stuck with me now," Buck tells him, and Buck knows Tommy's delighted bark of laughter will keep him warm for years.

#one day i'll start a ficlet and keep it short #one day #bucktommy #bucktommy fic #tevan fic #is it still eloping if you've been secretly planning it for six months

[lawchwan]

do you like the sound of the music? (law, ace, sanji, zoro, kid)

summary: how the boys sound when they're getting pleasured. reader: gn!reader genre: smut disclaimer: not super detailed smut, but a grave detail on how these fine men sound like a/n: I know I haven't done an a/n, but it has been a minute since I posted here. I have been preoccupied (thanks to being a senior at uni) but now that I am done with everything, I hope I have more free time to post some fics and reignite my love for writing. I won't bore you much and we will proceed with more content (also my fem!law fic is in the works and it'll be put out sometime soon)

crossposted on ao3

Law

as much as i'd like to advocate for the whimper-whiny-loud-subby!law agenda that i have been adapting to my psyche while i was gone, he seems like the quiet kind while he's pleasuring you.

obviously not the type to be overtly silent to the point you won't hear a breath out of him. he's just simply a grunter and a light growler. he won't be very vocal unless you want him too.

when he comes, thats when you hear the magic beautiful sounds. it depends on the type of sex, dynamic, and/or pace you two have set in, he’ll either grunt a dragged deep moan or a slight whimper that cascades into your ears as he spills out his load onto you.

“mm, shit, fuck, y/n, you feel so fucking good…fuck~”

ace

oh that loud ass motherfucker. if you expect him to quiet down, well you’re out of luck. even if you placed a gag on his mouth, he’ll still spill out the loudest moan any human could produce (please gag him, he actually loves it).

ngl he kinda is the type to give exaggerated noises, like im talking those very exaggerated moans that you would hear in those shitty pornos (that ace may or may not unironically enjoy).

if you want to illicit the most hottest whimper that spills out of his mouth, simply just stroke and tug on his wavy locks—he will definitely go feral over this simple manuever. his mouth would probably be wrapped around your nipples, and his muffled moans could be heard on the outside, disturbing whoever’s nearby.

“mm—pfah! you think you can cover my mouth, baby?! huh?! think again—oo FUCK!~”

sanji

another loud boy. maybe not as loud as ace, but definitely can be loud if he needs to be.

he’ll honestly let out the most cutest and hottest moans any person can produce, it can even border into whimpering. he does get embarrassed when he gets super loud though, so keep a gag nearby if needed.

he’ll, however, take pride that only you can push him into the edge and let him produce music to your ears, much to the dismay of the crew. he’ll sometimes purposely moan out loud if it means to piss off zoro and keep him up from his slumber, leaving the green mosshead disgruntled and disgusted.

“oh~oh my god! y/n! you feel so—fuck!”

zoro

zoro’s a grunter. next.

no but in all seriousness, he does seem like a grunter and the type to give you dirty talk. he, like law, is not that talkative but he’ll say the most filthiest of shit in your ears that will leave you melting under his touch.

he’ll also maybe taunt you by groaning along with you with a smirk as he looks down at your wet parts.

“aww, you want my cock that badly?… well you might have to beg for it”

kid

jesus this man is crazy in bed. he strikes me as the type to be a growler. he seems to me to be very animalistic as he rails you like there’s mo tomorrow.

i can see him pinning your hips down as he thrusts himself into you, throwing his head back, letting out the loudest growls and groans as he speeds himself up. he’ll probably start talking in haste manner as well as soon as he feels himself getting closer to let his waterfall out.

“c’mon.. fucking, c’mon! you better come for me. come for me. come for me. come for me—grrr FUCK!”

characters are owned by oda. i will not tolerate nor accept translation, reposts on other websites, or plagiarism. divider made by mmadeinheavenn.

#one piece headcanons #one piece smut #one piece x reader #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar law smut #ace smut #ace x reader #portgas d ace smut #portgas d ace x reader #blackleg sanji x reader #sanji x reader #sanji smut #blackleg sanji smut #zoro smut #zoro x reader #zoro roronoa smut #zoro roronoa x reader #eustass kid smut #eustass kid x reader

[flowerandblood]

The Fall from the Heavens (37)

[ canon • Aemond x Strong • niece female ]

[ warnings: angst, attempted murder, descriptions of wounds and their effects, descriptions of the fight ]

[ description: A cool distance turns into friendship and more when two children see that they can find refuge and understanding in each other. However, naïve dreams collide with the reality in which every event has consequences and what once could have been love becomes a dark, newly painful obsession. Angst, sexual tension, obsession, violence, madness, very dark Aemond. ]

The story in this series is an alternate reality from the oneshot Stay and love, leave and die, in which Aemond reads the letters his niece has sent to him over the years. They are the same characters and it shows what would have happened between them − I have changed the background story from their childhood slightly for the sake of the plot.

Characters & Series Moodboard Lady Strong Moodboard Aemond & Lady Strong Moodboard Aemond & Lady Strong Childhood

Remember to read Alys POV before this chapter: click

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Next chapters: Masterlist

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Jace's presence in Harrenhal was making him furious – although he was staying in his chamber, offended apparently at the whole world, he was irritated by the very fact that it was unclear when he intended to return to Dragonstone. His wife noticed his sullen mood and, to his satisfaction, decided to speak with her brother. What he heard when she returned to their quarters, however, shocked him more than relieved him.

"What?" He asked, hearing that this fool intended to take Alys Rivers with him.

"He fucks her?" He sneered, raising his eyebrows in amusement. His wife sighed heavily, burying her face in her hand, exhausted.

"I don't know. He didn't refer to her as his mistress, just his relative. Which in our family, unfortunately, leaves a lot of room for interpretation, as you know, uncle." She muttered, stroking her slightly rounded belly as she walked slowly to the window. He involuntarily chuckled at her words, shaking his head.

One of the things he had treasured about her since childhood was the irony she was able to frame with her own characteristic gentleness.

"He was seeing her without your permission?" He asked lowly, looking down at his fingers. His niece sighed heavily.

"Yes."

"Are you going to leave this insult unanswered?"

"I don't have the strength for it, Aemond. Let him do what he wants. He plans to leave for Dragonstone tomorrow morning."

He hummed under his breath, spreading out comfortably in his chair, satisfied.

"Wonderful."

They both shuddered as one of the guards walked into his chamber without warning. The man bowed before them.

"What is it?" He asked coldly.

"Your Grace. We have come across the trail of Larys Strong."

He got up from his seat and nodded at the man to come closer, feeling his heart pounding like mad.

"Speak."

"Lord Strong was seen an hour's ride on horseback from Harrenhal. Someone noticed people moving around in the ruins of the old fortress at night and recognised a man limping on one leg among them." The man replied.

He pressed his lips together in contentment, thinking that the moment had arrived when he would finally be able to cut off the head of this viper and throw it to his wife at her feet.

"Assemble the troop. We leave at nightfall."

His wife watched from the sidelines as he and his commanders discussed how to plan their expedition.

He decided he would fly on Vhagar to raze Lord Strong to the ground.

"What if it's a trap? Doesn't that seem too easy to you?" She muttered uncertainly, stroking her lower abdomen in a nervous gesture with her trembling hand, looking up at him with her big eyes. He stared at her wordlessly, fastening the buckles of his leather coat, changing into his riding attire.

"I'm sure it's a trap. Nevertheless, it won't be much of one if I burn them alive." He hummed, grasping her face in his hands, placing a lingering, wet kiss on her forehead. He heard her swallow hard, stroking his shoulder.

"The fire won't reach him if he's hiding underground. Perhaps it would be better if I flew with you?"

Her suggestion made him boil with rage.

"I think you have completely lost your mind." He said coldly, his pupil narrowing dangerously in frustration.

"I will assign you my most trusted guards to look after our quarters. You are not to leave them until I return. Do you understand?" He asked drily, impatient.

She nodded her head.

His hands cupped her warm cheeks as he leaned in to place a comforting, tender kiss on her sweet lips, but he stopped in mid-motion when the door to his chamber opened.

He turned over his shoulder, frustrated, and saw Jace before his eyes. His nephew was breathing heavily, looking at him with wide eyes.

"I fly with you."

He snorted at his words, dropping his hands in a gesture of helplessness.

Gods, give me fucking patience, he thought.

"Don't make me laugh. Take your whore back where you came from, and get out of my sight." He growled, his wife lowered her gaze in horror and embarrassment. Her brother clamped his mouth shut at his words, furious.

"He wanted to kill my sister."

"Then stay with her and protect her as befits a man."

"I'm not going to stay here while you fight!" Jace exclaimed.

"So this is as always about your pride? Hm?" He hissed, dimly recalling the day he, Aegon and Luke had brought him a pig, finding it amusing that they could humiliate him so easily.

It was always about making him feel better at someone else's expense.

He walked towards him, towering over him, wanting to show him who was the rider of the greatest dragon in the world, who had the last word.

"You are our guest, nephew, and you are straining my patience. I tolerate you only for the sake of my wife and my child in her womb."

"My aunt saw a sea of blood in her dream. She thinks something is going to happen there. I want to take revenge on the man who tried to poison my little sister and her child. I ask you, uncle, to let me fly with you."

He looked at him for a moment, hesitating.

The witch's words made him feel uneasy and he didn't know what he thought about it himself.

"Aemond. Please." His wife mumbled, looking at him pleadingly, her fingers clenched on her stomach.

He licked his lips impatiently, sighed heavily and nodded.

The guard who had informed them of Lord Strong's location had shown his troop on the map where the fortress was, so he ordered his nephew to simply fly after him.

Soaring into the skies on the mighty Vhagar, he felt shivers, cold and discomfort running along his spine, some premonition and anxiety from which he was all tense and vigilant.

My aunt saw a sea of blood in her dream.

On the dragon's back they would have reached their destination faster than his soldiers, so they simply circled above them, adjusting their flight speed to maintain the effect of surprise.

After many minutes, he spotted a small, abandoned fortress, or rather its ruins, in the distance and pressed his lips together at the thought that fire couldn't do anything here – the stronghold was made of stone and they, according to his wife's words, were probably hiding underground.

They wasted no time and landed, heading inside immediately with they troop and torches – he ordered his soldiers to search thoroughly all the rooms of the fortress, himself with his nephew and his commanders descending into the underground, feeling the cold sweat on his back.

There were no signs of anyone's presence, the keep looked like it had been abandoned for years.

Something was wrong, he could feel it, and after a moment he heard the voice of one of the men behind him.

"Long live King Aegon!"

He only had time to turn around when he heard the sound of blades being drawn, one of the commanders swinging a dagger, intent on slitting his shocked nephew's throat. Jace lowered his torch, terrified, taking a few steps back.

"NO!" He shouted, furious, sliding his sword out, wanting to step in front of him and shield him, however, the other soldier stepped in his way.

"Do not protect this traitor, my Prince."

Without thinking about what he was actually doing, with one sweeping swish of his sword he decapitated the man, whose head fell with a loud thud to the ground. Not looking at his inert body, he rushed to the aid of his nephew, who drew his sword and tried to defend himself, pale and trembling with fear.

"UNCLE!" He called out in despair like a small child, trying to push one of his opponents away – there was something in his expression, in his dark eyebrows arched in terror and fear, in his bright eyes that reminded him of her.

He thought they resembled each other when he pushed him away and felt someone's dagger thrust into his back – he drew in a loud breath as he looked at his face full of disbelief, thinking he should have listened to her.

"NO!" He heard Jace shout, throwing himself towards him as he fell to his knees, his soldiers moved away, horrified, looking at him in disbelief.

"Gods, what have you done?" Shouted one of them, the other began to run away, followed by the others, throwing their torches to the ground, clearly afraid of what would befall them for what had happened.

The stab of that blade was not meant for him.

He clutched at his wound and hissed, feeling immense, burning pain, his warm blood beginning to run down his back. He heard the neighing of horses in the distance and then someone's screams as his nephew knelt beside him, trying to lift him up.

"– fuck – fuck,fuck,fuck,FUCK! –" Cursed Jace on the verge of crying, clamping his hand over his wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

He thought, breathing heavily, terrified and shocked that he would die here, abandon her even though he had promised himself he would never leave her again.

"– I want to see her face one more time –" He muttered in a trembling voice, afraid of what could come, afraid of death, afraid of what his family would do with her when he was gone.

If they believe it was Jace who killed him, that this was all a trap set for his life.

"– you'll, uncle – come on – just don't fall asleep –" Jace gasped, throwing his arm over his neck in an attempt to rise with him. He shuddered and drew in a breath as a stocky, bearded man rushed in, panting heavily, his palms in blood.

He looked at them with wide eyes as if he had seen a ghost, holding a torch in his hand.

"Good gods." He muttered.

He couldn't remember much of what happened next – he felt the man helping Jace lead him outside, all around him the screams of men being butchered like animals on the orders of the man who had come to their aid.

He felt it was getting harder and harder for him to keep his eyes open, his head was humming, warm blood running down his leg.

"– just a little more – don't fall asleep, uncle – don't fall asleep –" He heard Jace's voice as if in the distance.

He closed his eyelid, praying to the gods to protect his wife if they decided his time had come, to let her give birth to his child without pain, to let her see Essos as he had promised her.

He hissed loudly as someone picked him up and then began to pull him onto something rough – he felt someone slide him into the saddle, and then someone's figure sat behind him before rising into the sky a moment later, the crisp, chilly night breeze cooling his hot face.

"– don't fall asleep, uncle – hold on –" He heard his nephew's pleading voice and hummed sleepily under his breath, remembering her face.

When he closed his eyes, he saw her standing in front of him, terrified and flooded with tears then, when he lost his eye.

He felt a similar pain, though not in his face, and had trouble concentrating, her words seeming to him to be mere mumbles coming from afar.

"– I'm with you – you won't die – you won't die –"

He shuddered and opened his eyes, a loud hiss came from his throat as he felt a stinging, deep pain in his back. The sound he made woke up the person who was apparently lying next to him – she had risen, but in the darkness of the chamber he could not see her face, however, he immediately recognised her scent.

Vanilla.

"– Rhaenys –" He muttered, trying to lift his hand towards her, but he was unable to and it fell numbly to the bedding.

"– I am here, my beloved –" He heard her whisper beside him, her gentle, soft hand touching his hot cheek.

He sighed quietly, feeling a squeeze in his heart and throat at the thought that she was not disgusted by him, that she still loved him despite the fact that he would forever be crippled.

"– I knew you would come –" He said quietly, seeing her silhouette leaning over him as if through a mist, her puffy, moist lips placed a kiss on his forehead.

"– do you still want to marry me? –" He asked with difficulty, breathing hard, feeling that through the fever his eye were closing again, but he needed to hear it.

He needed to be sure that the great scar he would have on his face from now on and the absence of his eye did not cross him out as her future lover and husband.

Her figure froze, her thumb stroking his jaw.

"– uncle – we are married – I'm expecting your child –" She whispered in a trembling voice, gently grasping his wrist, guiding his hand to her slightly rounded lower abdomen.

He swallowed hard, furrowing his brow, and then looked at her, suddenly understanding, feeling tears burning under his eyelids, involuntarily smiling.

"– I have married you –"

"– yes, my love – I am your wife and you are my husband –" She said softly, leaning towards him, her sweet, moist lips pressed against his in a warm, tender kiss, from which his heart thumped harder in his chest.

"– you promised me that you would take me to Essos – you can't leave me now –" She mumbled out in a breaking voice, nuzzling her forehead against his, her gentle hands stroking tenderly his heated, sweaty cheek.

"– never, my sweetest – never –"

He whispered, feeling calm, and after a moment a quiet, warm darkness enveloped him.

When he woke up again, he was blinded by the brightness; he hissed and raised his hand, trying to cover his face. He heard someone get up from a chair and walk over to the bed, sitting down next to him on the sheets.

"– Aemond –" He heard his mother's voice and blinked, running his hand over his face, wondering if it was a dream. Her familiar fingers caught his wrist, squeezing it tightly, as if she needed to make sure he was really awake.

"– my son –" She muttered in a trembling voice. He lowered his hand and saw her face, pale and swollen from the tears she had clearly had to shed over his bed for days.

He could not remember what had happened and why he felt such a terrible pain in his back.

"– where am I? –" He choked out, sighing heavily, tilting his head back, feeling like his skull was about to burst.

"– in Harrenhal – you had a fever for days and were delirious –" She explained, taking his hand in hers, stroking it affectionately. "– I arrived as soon as I found out – Daemon is here too –"

He swallowed hard, memory after memory regaining his awareness of what had happened, Jace's terrified face and the blade stuck in his back.

Don't fall asleep, uncle.

He looked at her in horror, looking around.

"– where is Rhaenys? –" He asked, tense and concerned that she was not by his side, that perhaps someone was trying to hurt her while he lay in bed, unaware of anything. His mother furrowed her brow and shook her head.

"– who? –" She asked, as if she didn't understand what he meant.

He felt a cold sweat on his back at the thought that her silhouette lying by his side was merely a figment of his fever-ignited imagination.

"– my niece –" He muttered. His mother nodded, and it was only then that he realised that no one but him had called her by that name.

"– she sleeps – she stayed by your side for days and nights, but we feared it would harm both her and the baby – her brother persuaded her to rest –" She explained, stroking his hand with hers.

He closed his eyelid, feeling incredibly, wonderfully relieved at her words.

"What happened?"

His mother pressed her lips together, lowering her head.

"Your wife sent a letter to your brother-king. It appeared that Lord Strong, in consultation with your grandfather, wished to deprive Rheanyra of her two children and her dragons in one fell swoop. While Jace was to be murdered away from the fortress, your niece was to be abducted so that your grandfather could pact with you for you to join the war, but with the help of Alys Rivers she hid in her chamber."

He stared at her with wide-open eye, feeling a squeeze in his throat and discomfort in his stomach, a cold sweat running down his back.

Your niece was about to be abducted so that your grandfather could pact with you for you to join the war.

"They wanted Daemon and Rhaenyra to believe that it was you who betrayed them. That you had such a plan all along, to take revenge on her for your eye."

She whispered, looking at him with a sad, tired look.

Only after a moment did he realise that his mother's gown was black.

"Your brother-king sentenced my father to death."

#aemond targaryen #aemond fic #aemond fanfiction #hotd aemond #aemond x female #aemond x female character #aemond x niece #aemond x wife #aemond angst #canon aemond #aemond one eye #prince aemond #prince aemond targaryen #hotd fanfic #aemond smut #aemond targaryen x oc #aemond x oc #aemond x original character #aemond x original female character #hotd fanfiction #hotd fic #hotd angst #ewan mitchell fanfiction #ewan mitchell fanfic #ewan mitchell fic

[polyestercleaner]

COME CLOSER. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ .

|Summary:Your first time having sex with joost, little does he know you've been hiding something from him.

|Content Warning⚠️:Angst turns to smut, SH scars, p in v, creampie, fingering if you squint

You're pushed against the door of your bedroom, his tounge was deep inside of your mouth, his hands roaming your waist, the ushanka on his head falling to the floor, a gentle thump. You whimper into his mouth as he moves from making out with you to sucking on the flesh on your neck, "joost.." you throw your head back, whimpering and moaning softly, "come here" joost pushes you towards the bed, your in a daze before realizing that what joost was trying to do is pull your pants down, you quickly shuffle, pulling your body away from the bed as you hold onto your pants, your breath hitching as you take sharp breaths, "W-what?" Joost sits up, his expression is confused, he's not mad, or upset, simply confused. "Whats wrong liefde?" You brush the hair that slightly covered your face away, breath still unsteady. "I can't. I don't think I'm ready, if you know.." he nods slowly, "listen I get that but it's been almost 9 months, and I wont pressure you, but you have to tell me if there's a reason you don't want this, I mean. Each time this happens you're always so nervous." A moment of silence fills the room, he pats the side of the bed, gesturing for you to sit. "Come sit schat" you sigh. You know you can't hide what's underneath what you wore everyday. "Whats wrong? Hm?" He pulls your hands into his, his thumb rubbing gentle circles into your palm. You felt your eyes begin to burn, your breath hitching, your lips part, your thoughts completely stop.

" I'm struggling with something." He nods, he's silent. He's waiting for what you're going to say, and that's that. The silence was enough for everything to seep out of you, everything you've been trying to hold together into both of your palms, seeped through and past your fingers. And you can't do anything but watch. You let your head fall forward, your eyes flying to your face, your tears are all out. And he's there watching it unfold. God he must think your pathetic.

Your quickly pulled into a hug, "now now. It's okay." You stiffened and shook in his embrace. What else could you do?

"I'm sorry. I'm..so sorry this isn't what you signed up for is it.?" Your voice breaks between words. You meant it. How could you let him love you knowing your body was too broken to ever be loved. That's what you thought. But that's not what he thought was it.? "This is what I signed up for okay? Just tell me what happened,I'll love you no matter what alright?" You nodded, you nodded harshly and you looked up at him, you've always wondered how he'd keep up a smile no matter what.

"I wanna show you something, promise you won't be upset?-promise you won't leave!"

You pulled away from him and you waited for an answer. You weren't gonna show him unless you knew he wasn't gonna run away or something. He nodded once again. And gently stroked your waist. "Go on pretty." You get up. Joost looks up at you, sat on the bed. His smile is soft, his facial expression is gentle. Like he's confident whatever your gonna show him wont make him think any less of you. You place a hand on your sweatpants, slipping them down slowly. His eyes go wide. You squint your eyes shut and stiffle in the cries you wanna let out. "Oh no,pretty come here" your quick to sit back down, his eyes are on your thighs. fingers stroking over your scars. You look at him. Your eyes are red. And the tears don't stop. They feel like they'll never stop. His face is calm. You can't read through him. "It's okay, it's okay." He pulls you into a hug, you don't cry. You don't do anything. You just sit there in eachothers arms. "Am I ugl-"

"Absolutely not." You nod, "it's fine if you think it's bad okay it's fi-"

"Your gorgeous okay? You want me to prove that to you?" You pull away slightly, you look up at him, your eyes are glossy, your tears are still there and he chooses to brush a thumb over them and wipe them away. "Your pretty, you'll always be pretty and just because you have scars dosent make you any less pretty. Okay liefde?" You nod. "Let me prove that to you, okay? You okay with that?" You let him push you down, he pulls off the last bit of your sweatpants off and rubs your thigh slowly. "So gorgeous." You let him place kisses on your thighs. Rather to be specific. On your scars. You groan. In that moment you realize that, your body is capable of being loved. No matter what. No matter what you had going on with it. There was always someone there to let you know that it's alright. Your breath hitched when you felt joosts warm breath on your pussy. His fingers playing with the fabric of your panties. But he dosent do anything, he pulls away and places a kiss on your stomach and up. And up. You whimper at the feeling of him fondling your breast. Holding your wrist with one arm before placing it next to your head. He gently let's go. You feel your cunt get wetter by the minute. Clenching around nothing. He takes one final look at your body in admiration before dropping his pants, his cock was hard. And the size never fails to impress you. You instinctively spread your legs for him. He slips the fabric of your panties to the side before rubbing your clit with his thumb. The most gentle circles you could ever experience. You throw your head back and whimper out his name. Your tears have dried off by now. And even if they were still there. It's probably tears of pure satisfaction and relief. You gently grip the sheets underneath you. He pulls your hips towards his cock. You shudder once you felt the tip graze your clit. The precum coating your sensitive bud. "Please joost" you throw a hand above your head. Arching your back and rolling your hips to gain any friction. "Fuck me." Your eyes are half lidded. You feel your lips quiver.

You sigh once you felt him push into you, his cock stretching you out."my god..doing so well for me arent you doll? I told you, you're perfect. Hm?" He hummed.You could've sworn you saw stars. He reaches down to stroke your face gently before bottoming out. You nod. Gesturing for him that he can move. But you could never adjust to his size. You cry out for him once he started really thrusting his cock inside of you. You pull him in, whimpering in his ear as he roughly fucks into you, his cock brushing over your cervix. You wrap your legs around his waist insisting to not let go as he continues pounding into your tight cunny. What more could you ask for. Joost loves you for what you are and is now fucking you right to make sure you remmeber that fact for 50 years ahead. Your thoughts completely spill out of your brain. The only thing you can register right now is how well joost is ruining your pussy right now. Not allowing you to think of anything else but his cock. "Joost. Fuck." You close your eyes tightly and grip on to his shirt. "Slow.." you feel your eyes burn despite them being closed. Your tears falling down again. "Ah!" You feel him slam his cock roughly inside of you. The sounds of your pussy squelching around him. Cum seeping out as your eyes roll to the back of your head you cum hard around his cock. But he dosent stop. He keeps pounding his cock inside of you. His groans and whimpers of your names slowing down as he finally cums inside of you. "So fucking good for.. me hm? Isn't that right liefde?" He groans out. His accent shedding through his words as he spills his cum deep inside of you. You can feel him nudging your cervix as his cum takes over your insides. You pant lightly. Catching your breath as you finally come back to your senses. You wipe the drool from your mouth. Eyes half lidded as he finally slips out of you. A trace of cum following along. He bends down and uses his fingers to stuff you full of his cum. "There..we go." He gets up. His iconic smile splattered on his face. "You good pretty?" You nod lightly. Gently getting up from the bed. You gasp once you felt joost scoop you into his arms. Carrying you as he makes his way to the bathroom. "Let's get ya cleaned ja?"..

|sorry if that was corny guys.... I tried😉🤞

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[tomssexdoll]

heyy ml, so i have this random idea and i was thinking if you could write a hardcore smut of Tom and Reader and she’s his sex slave and he treats her like shit during sex but afterwards he’s all over her and sweet if yk what i mean loll, anyways love your writing kisses 💋💋!!

sorry this took so long to come out love

Bound for mercy

PAIRINGS: Tom 2014 x Female reader

CONTENT: VERY HARD SMUT

SYPNOSIS: Y/N is Tom's sex slave.

A/N: this doesn't have any backstory </3 just straight smut/ getting right into it

WARNINGS: dom!tom, reader!sub, p in v (missionary and doggy), rough kissing, hickeys, pulling hair, degrading, spanking, slight overstimulation, use of ropes

"Get on the fucking bed, now," Tom demanded, his grip tightening on my hair. "O..okay.." I whined, his grip loosening as he practically shoved me towards the bed.

I climbed onto the bed, my legs shaking with anticipation. "Strip, I want everything off, if I see you've left anything on, even a sock, you'll be fucking punished, do you understand me?" his voice was low and haunting.

I nodded and immediately got to work, practically ripping my clothes off, throwing them across the room and waiting for Tom. He briefly left the room, coming back with a thin piece of rope.

His lips curl into a hungry smirk as he sees the submission in my eyes, a dark desire sparking within his gaze. "Well well well, such a good listener hm?" he chuckled, "put your hands up to the headboard, I'm not going to be patient with you," he commanded, I obeyed and held my hands up to the headboard, this one had holes in it so it was way easier to do ropeplay.

He gently wrapped the rope around my wrists, tightening them, making sure I wasn't able to escape at any giving moment. Then, he stripped to his boxers, climbing onto the bed and hovering over me, his muscular frame teasing the fuck out of me.

"Tom.." I whined, yearning for his touch. "Shut up, don't be impatient or you won't get anything," he grunted, grinding his hips slowly against mine, getting me worked up.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered dirty, filthy words and vulgar phrases, his breath hot against my skin. "T..tom...please.." I kept whining, growing impatient. "What did I fucking say, huh?" he grabbed my chin, his fingers digging into my jaw.

"I'm sorry..I just...I need you.." I cried out, he chuckled at my desperation, "oh really, okay baby.." his hands roamed over my body squeezing and groping at my breasts, pinching my nipples until they turned hard and sensitive, "mmm! oh god!" I gasped, his teeth grazing over my sensitive buds.

He laughed huskily against my skin, feeling his cock throb with need at my reactions, "I love hearing you moan schlampe..you're going to be making a lot more noises for me soon." He moves down my body, roughly kissing and sucking at my skin, leaving marks in the most random places possible.

He sucks on my hipbone, before moving between my legs, giving my thighs a tight squeeze as he bit and sucked on them, dangerously close to my burning heat.

"Fuck..such a whore, getting wet just from my touch," he grins wickedly as he spreads my legs wider, admiring the glistening wetness between my thighs, lowering his mouth to it.

He licks a stripe in my folds, collecting all my juices, before coming back up, grabbing my hips as he scooted closer to me, slowly pulling his cock out.

He started to press the length of his hard cock against the wet folds of my pussy, rubbing it back and forth to tease me, "Tom! Hurry up!" I acted out, crying with need. He huffed out and smacked my thigh harshly, "don't fucking tell me what to do, I'm in charge, I own you, do you fucking understand?" he raised his voice, "y..yes Tom.." I whimpered, looking down in shame.

He took his cock in his hand and started to slowly stroke it, sliding it against the slick lips of my pussy again before pushing into my tightness, stretching my walls deliciously.

He growled lowly, gripping my hips tighter, not even caring about the bruises he might be leaving. He starts to create a pace, slamming into me wildly, the head of his cock hitting against my g spot with each thrust, "you like that meine hure? Feeling my cock slamming into you?" he leans down to whisper in my ear, taunting me.

I nodded, throwing my head back, "I want to hear you say it, tell me how much you love this fucking cock," he groaned, reaching up and grabbing my hair, tugging at it roughly. "I.I...fuck! I love your cock, feels so good in me, ohh god!" I cried out, the pain pleasureable.

He grins at my words, enjoying the sight of me squirming and moaning beneath him, the way I completely submit to him. He starts to thrust into me faster and harder, his grip tightening on my hair as he planted rough and sloppy kisses on my neck.

"God...I could fuck this pussy all fucking day, watch how pathetic and dumb you get as I destroy it.." he chuckled, pounding into me harder, the bed shaking beneath us as he fucks me for all he's worth.

"T..tom...tom! Too hard!" I whined, tears falling down my cheeks. He smirks and keeps kissing and sucking at my neck, his thrusts never faltering. "You fucking love it, you dirty slut. I'll keep going until I fucking draw blood, you will beg for this cock," his voice is low and dangerous. I felt my release approaching, my pussy throbbing around his thick cock.

"Ohh baby, you're gonna cum around you?" he grinned, picking up his pace and slamming into me harder and faster, moving down to my tits and sucking on my nipples harshly. "Yess! I'm so close Tom, keep going!" I rolled my eyes back, my hands desperate to hold onto something,

With one last rough thrust I came, a high pitched moan leaving my mouth as my juices spilled all over his cock. "Fuck yes!" he grunted, shooting a load deep into me.

"Jesus fucking christ...you're so good..." he panted, reaching up and untying the knot and releasing my arms, red rope burns around my wrists.

"I'm not done with you," he smirked, flipping me over and thrusting into me once again, triggering another wave of pleasure as starts bringing me to my second orgasm, he couldn't get enough of the feeling of me cumming around him, it only drove him to fuck me harder.

"Tom! I...I can't!" I cried out, "yes you can baby, take it all," he encourages me, his voice softening a little. He starts slamming into me with all the force and strength he has, causing the bed to shake even more, on the verge of snapping in half.

He reached in between my legs, rubbing my clit harshly, the contact causing my body to shake slightly, "sensetive are we? How cute" he chuckled, wrapping an arm under my stomach to give better security.

The sounds of skin on skin echoing in the room as he pounds into me relentlessly, he loves knowing that I am completely at his mercy, that I would do anything for him, obey him in every way I could.

"Tomm!" I yelled, the pleasure getting too intense for me to handle, his smile widens as he hears me scream his name, "louder schlampe! Scream my name, let everyone know who's making you feel this good!" he yelled, raising his hand and smacking my ass roughly.

I whimpered at his roughness, his thrusts becoming more erratic, slamming into me over and over with abandon. "I said, louder!" he screamed, spanking my ass once again.

"T..tom!" I cried out, much louder this time, feeling his hand grip my hair, pulling it back roughly, "good girl.." he grinned, his release nearing. His hand returned to my clit, rubbing roughly, sending shock waves throughout my body as my orgasm was on edge.

"Ohh fuck!" I gasped, my second orgasm crashing down, as my pussy clenched tightly around his cock it triggered his own orgasm, spilling himself deep inside me once again, his seed hot and slick against my walls.

"Fuckk..." he slowly pulled out, watching as 2 loads worth of cum spilled out of my hole. He quickly grabbed tissues and cleaned me up, grabbing my trembling frame and holding me close, stroking my hair gently.

"Did so well baby..such a good girl.." he smiled softly, peppering kisses all over my face, his hands rubbing up and down my body. "I love you, you know, such an obedient girl.." he whispered, lifting my chin for me to look at him.

I nodded lazily, my eyes struggling to stay open. "Aw..cmon, get some rest baby, I'll be here when you wake up," he rubbed my back softly as I slowly drifted off to sleep.

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[the-s1lly-corner]

HH cast crushing on the reader 2/3

Forgot to mention in the previous post alastor will be excluded for this prompt. "But admin you write for him-" I tend to approach his writing with queer platonic ideas and while I do think this prompt can still work with that, idk how to put it into words

Characters: Lucifer, Adam, Lute, Emily, Velvette, Rosie

Notes: reader is GN, mostly focuses on canon characters, if your character isnt here check the other parts unless I dont write for them

CWs: none

LUCIFER

On one hand he wants to be with you. But on the other I feel he is still a bit hung up on Lilith. It's wouldn't be fair to you to pursue someone else when there's already someone else in his heart. He flipflops between approaching you and shutting you off. It's going to take a lot and you might have to ask him if there's something going on or if you did something wrong. He's crushed that you think you did something wrong. Baby steps with him, give him some time and the two of you could possibly make something. He finds himself sitting at his workspace making art (ducks) based off of you.

ADAM

Oh he is so open about it and it's kind of obnoxious. Well.. open isn't the right word. He's very up front with making sure you know that he thinks you're... desirable to put it lightly. But to actually be soft and vulnerable and say he wants to be with you for more than just wanting to bang you? It's going to be like pulling teeth to get an actual confession from him. He teases you a lot more, and makes comments about you and he leans into it if you're receptive. Just know that if you catch feelings first and he notices, he's going to hold it over your head and use it as ammo.

LUTE

Similar to Vaggie in the previous part, she's going to get... closed off. Unlike Vaggie, she's going to totally close herself off from you and try to bury herself deeper into her heavenly duties. She's hardwired and trained to devote herself to Heaven and she believes she doesn't have time for you. She almost feels like it's a betrayal to have these feelings in the first place. She won't confess, at least not out of looking for a relationship. I can see her doing it as a way to release her feelings in hopes that saying it out loud will somehow get rid of them. It's a little sad when you sit and think about it, but I do think with enough time and patience you two might be able to build something.

EMILY

Very giddy and very quick to telling you how she feels. She takes time out of her day to check in on you, as well as giving you something she knows you like or something that reminded her of you. Noticeably happier around you and perks up at the mere mention of your name. She always has time for you, she makes room in her schedule for you. She's a lot like Charlie in regard to her being a bit overbearing and clingy, but she really does mean well with her intentions! Just let her know if she needs to scale it back!

VELVETTE

I can totally see Velvette being the type to hide her feelings and translate to something else. Bonus points if you're a rival of hers in the industry, all the more reason for her to try to twist her feelings. I guess in a way you can call her a tsundere. Even through the meaner things she says, there are some teasing words slipped in here and there in your interactions that admittedly leave you feeling a little conflicted and confused. If you shut it down and be firm you miiiight get her to cut the act, but it is not a guarantee because she's grown to like the game.

ROSIE

She doesn't throw herself at your feet, she has some dignity. She is polite and kind towards you, though... but just because you've got her attention doesn't mean she's going to date you just yet. Think of it as her giving you a chance to show yourself off to her. She sometimes does small favors for you in town, even giving you some special privileges thanks to her status as an overlord. Waits for you to confess, if you're showing your signals as well. There will be subtle hints, though, even if she's not outright flirting with you... most of the time... she can't resist sometimes, even with the above stated. Really it just depends on the circumstance and how you are as a person.

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[perfectsunlight]

04 ━━━ YOU'RE LOSING ME

warnings: angst, swearing, overworking, strained marriage, divorce

word count: 5.6k

synopsis: your ex-wife receives an invite to your wedding, but will she let you say "i do" for a second time?

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after 5 years of being on the backburner, y/n knew she had enough of the marriage. 

you say, "i don't understand," and i say, "i know you don't"

we thought a cure would come through in time, now i fear it won't

the backroom that overlooked the skyline of the city was both her favorite and soyeon's favorite part of their home. soyeon especially loved it because of the lighting, especially during the sunset. when they bought the home, they turned it into a second living room. during the early days of their marriage, the two spent hours together watching movies or just simply having a glass of wine or two. nowadays, y/n used it as the perfect place to cry. 

remember lookin' at this room, we loved it 'cause of the light

now, i just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time

the curtains were always shut closed, never letting the light shine into the home. y/n didn’t want to do anything when she sat in that room. she didn’t know how long she spent there on a daily basis, but it was easily over an hour or two. the former idol would just sit in the darkness, listening to the hum of the air conditioning unit while she either sobbed or sat in silence. 

a marriage consisted of two people, so why did she feel so alone in her own?

she loved soyeon, and was well aware of the responsibilities that lingered over her head. however, her spouse was well into her career as a ceo now. the company was doing phenomenal, and soyeon had even hired an even more phenomenal staff team. there was no reason for soyeon to not be home anymore. 

do i throw out everything we built or keep it?

i'm getting tired even for a phoenix

y/n didn’t understand how her wife could not be bothered with being away from home for so long. the former idol even thought about pretending to go for an interview at soyeon’s company just so she could see her wife. 

of course, there were times where the younger girl went and showed up to surprise her wife with lunch or dinner. however, the ceo was always in a meeting or could only spare a few short minutes together while she was on a phone call.

in the beginning, it felt manageable. it felt tolerable. now, it was not any of those.

always risin' from the ashes

mendin' all her gashes

you might just have dealt the final blow

“you should see someone, maybe talk to a therapist about it?” yuqi said gently as she sipped her coffee across from the other girl. y/n had met up with her former groupmate for a quick coffee to get some fresh air and try and enjoy her day for once.

the married woman gently traced the top of her cup, staring at her reflection in the dark colored drink. “i don’t think it would help change my mind.” y/n said as she poked the inside of her cheek with her tongue.

yuqi's expression softened with concern. “y/n, it's not just about changing your mind. it's about finding clarity and peace for yourself. you deserve that at least.”

she sighed, feeling the weight of her thoughts pressing down on her. “i know, but sometimes it feels like no matter what i do, nothing will change.”the café was bustling with life around them, but the married woman felt detached from the vibrant energy. 

she had been running on empty for so long, and the thought of seeking professional help seemed both daunting and futile. 

“give it a try, at least,” yuqi urged gently. “you've been carrying this alone for too long.” y/n nodded slowly, dismissing what she already knew to be true. 

“i'll think about it.”

stop, you're losing me

“have you thought about marriage counseling?” the therapist across from her asked, shuffling through a pile of loose papers. she was an older woman, and from the ring on her finger, also married. y/n wondered if their marriage was anything like hers.

y/n fought the urge to roll her eyes at the question, but simply cleared her throat before answering.

“my wife won’t even come home for dinner, much less a counseling session.”

stop, you're losing me

thankfully, the therapist’s timer went off, signaling the end of their session. “i’ll see you next week,” she said as she stood and smiled. “try and practice what we suggested. meditation could help a lot.”

y/n drove home that afternoon feeling more heavy than she had going into the session. all her therapist suggested was to basically beg soyeon to come home or just try and ignore it, but of course in a “healthy” way.

“bullshit.” she muttered under her breath as she stopped at a red light. glancing at her surroundings, she noticed a building straight ahead of her. it was a divorce lawyers office. 

divorce. the word used to terrify her. now, not so much.

stop, you're losing me

y/n gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white as she stared at the sign for the divorce lawyer’s office. the idea of divorce had once seemed impossible, an admission of failure. it meant that she would be alone, permanently. 

however, it couldn’t feel too different from the way she felt right now.

the red light turned green, and instead of driving past, she made a spontaneous decision and turned into the parking lot. she sat in the car for a few moments, taking deep breaths to calm her racing heart. this was it. the first step toward reclaiming her life. 

with a final resolute breath, she got out of the car and walked toward the entrance. the receptionist greeted her warmly, and without thinking, y/n blurted out the first words that came to her mind.

“i think i need to get a divorce.”

i can't find a pulse

my heart won't start anymore for you

within minutes, she was seated in an office, speaking with a lawyer who listened intently to her story. “divorce is never easy,” the man said gently. “but it sounds like you’ve been dealing with this for a long time. we can help you navigate this process and find a resolution that works for you.” 

she scheduled a follow-up appointment to discuss the next steps and left the office with a packet of information, feeling a strange sense of serenity. as she drove home, the weight on her shoulders felt a little lighter. 

she was no longer waiting for soyeon to change.

'cause you're losing me

the next morning, y/n stayed in bed just a bit longer. soyeon’s faint scent still lingered on the sheets, and she felt her heart ache with every inhale. 

she didn’t know when she started crying. maybe it was when she fell asleep. maybe it was when she woke up. 

y/n missed her wife. she missed feeling loved. she missed being a priority. weren’t all marriages supposed to be a priority? why wasn’t hers?

the former idol stayed in bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind swirling with memories of better times. she remembered their wedding day, the laughter, the promises she and soyeon made to each other. 

how did their marriage end up like this? 

as the morning light filtered through the curtains, y/n knew she couldn't stay in bed forever. she needed to get up, to face the reality of her decision. slowly, she pulled herself out of bed, her movements sluggish and heavy. the woman glared at the framed photo of their wedding day as she made her way to the kitchen where she prepared a cup of coffee. the usual routine brought her a small measure of comfort.

sitting at the kitchen table, she opened the packet of information from the lawyer's office. the paperwork seemed daunting, but she reminded herself that this was a necessary step. each form she filled out, each line she signed, was a step toward freedom from this feeling.

every mornin', i glared at you with storms in my eyes

how can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dying?

the day dragged on, each minute feeling like an hour. y/n tried to distract herself by cleaning the house, re-organizing closets, and doing anything to keep her mind occupied. 

but no matter what she did, thoughts of soyeon lingered, and the emptiness in her chest refused to go away.

in the afternoon, she decided to take a walk. she thought the fresh air might help clear her mind. she put on her shoes and stepped outside, feeling the air on her face. the neighborhood was ambient, but quiet, and as she walked, she let her thoughts drift.

she remembered the early days of their relationship, the late-night talks, the shared dreams. they had been so in sync, so in love. when did things start to go wrong? when had they started to drift apart?

y/n walked to a nearby park and sat on a bench, watching children play and couples walk by hand in hand. she felt a pang of envy, wishing she could go back to those simpler times. but she knew that wasn't possible. she had waited around long enough. 

the only way forward was to accept the reality of her situation and move on.

i sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick

my face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick

soyeon returned home early that night. y/n sat in front of the dark tv, watching some american sitcom from the 70’s. there were no more tears left. she had nothing left to give soyeon, or their marriage.

“hi honey,” the ceo said as she set her things down by the shelf near the front door. “did you eat dinner already?” y/n was surprised the woman wasn’t on a phone call or busy rushing to grab her plate and run back to her office. 

“i finally got to go home early today, but there’s a monthly evaluation tomorrow that i’ll need to attend.”

soyeon said as she walked over to the couch, a bit confused with her wife’s silence. y/n didn't immediately respond, her eyes fixed on the tv but not really watching it. she felt soyeon's presence beside her, the weight of the unspoken words hanging heavily in the air.

“i didn't eat dinner,” y/n finally said, her voice void of emotion. she turned to face soyeon, seeing the confusion and concern in her eyes. all soyeon could see was someone that looked like the shell of her wife.

“we need to talk.”

soyeon's expression shifted, a flicker of worry crossing her features. "what is it, baby? are you feeling alright?” the older woman stuck her hand out to touch y/n’s forehead, but her wife simply moved her hand down.

“i’m fine,” taking a deep breath, y/n steadied herself. “we need to talk about us.”

soyeon's eyes widened, and she sat down heavily on the couch. whispers of her fears started to speak in her mind, and she felt a pit in her stomach forming at just the thought of where this conversation was headed.

“what are you saying?”

and the air is thick with loss and indecision

i know my pain is such an imposition

the former idol swallowed hard, the lump in her throat making it difficult to speak. “i’m saying that i can’t keep going like this. we’ve been drifting apart for a long time, and it’s not getting any better. i feel invisible.”

the ceo’s face paled. she opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. she simply looked at y/n, her eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and hurt. “invisible? how can you say that? i’ve been working so hard for us, for our future.”

y/n shook her head slowly, feeling a wave of sadness wash over her. “but what about our present? what about the time we’re supposed to be spending together now? you’re never here, and when you are, it’s like you’re not really with me.”

tears welled up in soyeon’s eyes. “but i thought you understood. i thought you supported me. this job, it’s important. for both of us.” she couldn’t imagine her wife thinking she was out doing nothing. everything soyeon did was for y/n.

the other woman’s voice softened, but her resolve remained firm. “i do support you. i’m proud of everything you’ve accomplished. but somewhere along the way, we lost each other. and i don’t know how to find our way back.”

now, you're runnin' down the hallway

and you know what they all say

“then let’s try and find our way back,” soyeon reached over and placed her hand on her wife’s thigh. “i can switch schedules and make more time to be home. it’s just been so busy with the new group debuting soon, and–”

“soyeon.”

y/n gently placed her hand over soyeon’s, her eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and determination. “we’ve been saying we’ll find time for us for years now. every time there’s a new project, a new deadline, and every time i’m left waiting. i can’t keep waiting.”

the ceo’s grip on y/n’s thigh tightened slightly, a desperate plea in her eyes. “baby, please. just give me one more chance. i’ll make it right, i promise. i’ll prioritize us. anything you want to do, we can do it. just name it.”

y/n simply shook her head and motioned to the stack of papers on the coffee table. soyeon’s heart dropped when she made out the faint words at the top. the silence in the room was deafening. 

you don't know what you got until it's gone

“no, i can’t lose you.” soyeon fell to her knees as she grabbed both of y/n’s hands, her own trembling. “please, y/n, don’t do this. we can still fix it. i can still fix it.”

y/n's eyes welled up with tears as she looked down at her wife. she wished she had it in her to believe her, but she didn’t. 

“i’m not happy anymore, soyeon.”

soyeon’s tears fell freely now, her face a mask of anguish. “but i love you. i don’t know how to do this without you.”

stop, you're losing me

y/n knelt down beside her, taking her hands in hers. “i love you too. but love isn’t enough when we’re both hurting. this isn’t what love is supposed to be.”

something in her wife’s expression was a mix of desperation and frustration seeping through her tears. “so you’re just going to walk away? just like that? after everything we’ve been through?”

the former idol's jaw clenched, her own frustration bubbling to the surface. y/n knew soyeon wouldn’t take this lightly. “i’ve been trying to make this work for years. i’ve been patient, i’ve been understanding, but nothing changes. you’re always too busy, always putting everything else before us, before me.”

“that's not fair!” soyeon snapped, standing up abruptly. “you know how hard this has been for me, too? you knew i had responsibilities.”

stop, you're losing me

“responsibilities?” y/n snapped, rising to her feet. “what about your responsibility to our marriage? to me? i’ve felt like a ghost in this goddamn house, soyeon.”

“of course i noticed!” soyeon yelled, her voice breaking. “do you think this is easy for me? i’ve done everything for you, for us! do you think it was easy for me to stay away? i had no choice.”

y/n’s eyes flashed with anger. “don’t you dare turn this around on me. i’ve been supportive, i’ve been there for you, i have been the only participant in this marriage for the past 5 years.”

soyeon's face flushed with guilt. she was well aware of her shortcomings in her matrimony, but to be confronted with them like this? it hurt, and she didn’t like it.

“you think i don’t know that? you think i wanted things to be like this? it’s my job to keep the company running well. but i work my ass off for us, for our future!” she

the younger woman let out a bitter laugh. “our future? what future, soyeon? the one where i keep waiting for you to come home, where i’m always second to your job?”

stop, you're losing me

the shorter woman’s emotions boiled over, her voice trembling with anger. “you're being selfish, y/n! you don't understand the pressure i'm under, the sacrifices i've had to make.”

“you can add our marriage to that list of sacrifices,” y/n's hissed, her own anger flaring. “and what of the sacrifices i've made? do you think it's easy for me to sit at home, alone, while you're out there, building your empire?”

“i never asked you to sacrifice anything”" soyeon shot back, her voice rising. “you chose to stay at home, to support me from the sidelines. don't act like it's my fault. you chose this.”

i can't find a pulse

my heart won't start anymore

for you

“you're right, i did choose to support you. but i didn't choose to be neglected, or to feel like i'm nothing more than an afterthought in your life.” y/n whispered, frustrated tears now falling from her own eyes. 

the shorter girl ran a hand through her hair as she started pacing. “i've never neglected you, y/n! i've always put us first, even if you don't see it.”

y/n scoffed, her voice dripping with bitterness. “putting us first? is that what you call it? because from where i'm standing, it looks like you're putting everything else first—your job, your career, your ambitions.”

soyeon whipped around, jaw clenched and patience wearing thin. “i'm doing what i have to do to provide for us, but all you seem to care about is what i'm not doing for you.”

'cause you're losing me

'cause you're losing me

y/n sat back down on the couch, holding her head in her hands. there was no way she could help her wife see her point of view. she didn’t know what else to say. it was never going to work, they were never going to work anymore.

“y/n,” soyeon whispered as she picked up the divorce papers. “why is this already filled out?” 

the mentioned woman looked up, eyes burning with frustration and hurt. “because i’m done, soyeon.”

soyeon's grip tightened on the divorce papers, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and desperation. “and what about me, y/n? what about my feelings? you act like i don't care, like i don't try, but i do! i do everything i can to make this work, and it's never enough!”

stop (stop) 'cause you're losing me

y/n's jaw clenched as she fought to hold back her tears. “for the millionth time, it's not about the sacrifices, soyeon. it's about the fact that i'm always second best to your job.”

the ceo’s eyes flashed with confusion and frustration. “but i have to work, y/n! i have responsibilities, i have people depending on me. i can't just drop everything all the time because you're feeling neglected!”

“well maybe if you actually made an effort to be here once in a while, i wouldn't feel neglected!" y/n shot back, her voice rising with each word. “maybe if you put half as much effort into our marriage as you do into your career, we wouldn't be in this mess!”

the room fell silent, the weight of their words hanging heavy in the air. soyeon's hands shook as she looked down at the divorce papers, her heart torn between her love for y/n and her commitment to her career. 

she knew that something had to change, but she didn't know if she was ready to let go of everything she had worked so hard for. her company was a growing superpower in the entertainment industry. but y/n was the love of her life.

my heart won't start anymore ('cause you're losing me)

my heart won't start anymore ('cause you're losing me)

“i have a follow-up appointment with the divorce lawyers on monday.” y/n whispered, reaching for a nearby tissue from the coffee table. “they’ll let us know what the next steps will be.”

“no.” soyeon said as she shook her head. “i thought both parties had to agree to a divorce. i don’t agree.”

y/n's heart sank at soyeon's words, a mix of frustration and disbelief washing over her. “you don't agree?” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. “you’ve seen me suffering for the past 5 years, and you have the nerve to say you don’t agree?”

how long could we be a sad song

'til we were too far gone to bring back to life?

soyeon's expression softened, her eyes pleading for understanding. "y/n, i know i've made mistakes, but i still believe we can work through this. we can't just throw away everything we've built together."

“tell me,” y/n's frustration bubbled over, her voice tinged with bitterness. "what have we built, soyeon?” the older girl fell silent at her wife’s words, simply racking her brain to try and find the right words to say. 

i gave you all my best me's, my endless empathy

and all i did was bleed as i tried to be the bravest soldier

the ceo’s silence only added fuel to y/n’s emotional fire. “in the five years that we have been married, what have we built together? you’ve built an empire, all for yourself. and i have built myself a prison in this marriage.”

“i’ve cooked you dinners that you don't eat, i’ve dealt with missed anniversaries and forgotten dates. i feel more like a maid for you than i do a wife.” y/n continued, wiping her eyes with the back of her hands. 

soyeon looked like her heart had just been pierced a million times. she had nothing to defend herself with. she knew her wife was right, even if she didn’t want to admit it.

“and all i ever got was nothing. crumbs of your love and time at the most. but a marriage cannot survive off of crumbs.” y/n added, watching as soyeon went back to pacing.

“and let’s not act like this isn’t the first fight we’ve gotten into about this,” she added while glancing at the time on the clock. “there was the time you deliberately ignored me.”

soyeon's pacing slowed as she listened to y/n's words, her chest tightening with each painful truth laid bare. she knew she had failed her wife in more ways than one, and the weight of her guilt threatened to consume her.

but as y/n spoke of their past fights, soyeon's mind flashed back to one particular memory—an argument that had shaken the very foundation of their marriage.

"i remember," soyeon whispered, her voice heavy with regret. "i remember that fight."

fighting in only your army

frontlines, don't you ignore me

“soyeon!” y/n hissed as she slammed her palms down on the ceo’s desk to force her to look at her. “you can’t just ignore me for 3 days because you don’t like the conversation.”

the air crackled with tension as y/n's words hung heavy in the room, each syllable laden with hurt and frustration. she watched as soyeon's expression hardened, her features tightening with annoyance at being interrupted.

but y/n refused to back down. she needed to make her understand, to bridge the growing chasm between them before it widened beyond repair. 

"please, soyeon," y/n implored, her voice softening slightly as she met her wife's gaze. "i know you're busy, but we need to talk about this. i can't keep feeling like i'm invisible to you."

soyeon's jaw tensed, her frustration evident in the way she clenched her fists at her sides. “i didnt want to miss our date," she finally admitted, her voice tinged with defensiveness. “but you know how important this meeting is for the company. i couldn't just cancel it.”

y/n's heart sank at the admission, the sting of disappointment cutting deep. she knew soyeon's dedication to her work was unwavering, but it didn't make the hurt any less painful. “i understand, i do,” y/n replied, her voice trembling with emotion. “but that doesn't change how i feel. i need you to be there for me, too.”

soyeon's gaze softened slightly, a flicker of remorse crossing her features. “i'm sorry, y/n,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “i need to go now, i have a meeting in 5.”

i'm the best thing at this party

(you're losing me)

“then there was the christmas party.”

soyeon’s annual company party was full of glitz and glamor, with the elite of the entertainment industry gracing the event with their presence. it was a night that soyeon looked forward to every year, an opportunity to network and showcase her company's ever growing success.

but for y/n, it was a different story. she had always felt like an outsider at these events, despite being a former idol herself. she was surrounded by unfamiliar faces and forced to navigate the social intricacies of the new entertainment world on her own. 

and this year was no different.

as the party buzzed with laughter and music, y/n found herself standing alone in a sea of faces, watching as soyeon worked the room with effortless charm. she had hoped that this year would be different, that soyeon would make an effort to include her in the festivities. but as the night wore on, it became clear that she was once again on the sidelines, forgotten and ignored.

when her ceo wife finally approached her, it was only to offer a brief apology before disappearing into the crowd once more. and as y/n watched her mingle with the guests, a sense of loneliness washed over her, a reminder of the gaping divide between them.

“you promised me that we would do this together,” y/n continued, her voice tinged with bitterness as she recalled the events of that fateful night. “but instead, you left me stranded, alone in a room full of strangers. again.”

soyeon's expression softened at the accusation, a flicker of guilt crossing her features. “i didn't mean to leave you behind,” she insisted, her voice laced with regret. “i just had to make sure i made a good impression with the investors, they’re the best thing to happen to the company.”

‘but i’m supposed to be the best thing to happen to you’ was what y/n wanted to argue with. however, for the sake of the night, she bit her tongue.

and i wouldn't marry me either

a pathological people pleaser

“you’re serving me with divorce papers and telling me everything is my fault?” the ceo scoffed, disbelief and hurt in her eyes. “you’re putting all the blame on me?”

y/n rose to her feet quickly. “yes because i’m not the one who is putting us second.”

silence passed for a few beats, and y/n could see anger swirling in her wife’s irises. “you know what?” soyeon hissed before slamming the papers onto the coffee table. 

“i should’ve never married you.”

who only wanted you to see her

and i'm fadin', thinkin'

but as the words hung in the air, a heavy silence settled between them, suffocating the room with its weight. y/n's heart sank at soyeon's admission, the pain of rejection cutting deep into her soul. if there wasn’t a final straw before, this surely was it.

“you don't mean that,” y/n whispered, her voice barely above a whisper as she struggled to hold back her tears. “you can't mean that.”

but soyeon remained silent, her gaze fixed on the floor as she wrestled with her own emotions. and in that moment, y/n felt the walls closing in around her, trapping her in a suffocating embrace of heartache and despair.

“i should've never married you,” soyeon repeated, her voice hollow and empty as she spoke the words aloud again for a second time. and as the reality of their crumbling marriage washed over them, y/n couldn't help but wonder if they had ever stood a chance at happiness in the first place.

"do something, babe, say something" (say something)

“then there truly is no reason for us to be married any longer.” y/n finally said with a shaky breath, tears falling from her eyes freely. deep down, part of her screamed at her wife. she wanted soyeon to fall to her knees and try and fix it, to leave the company for her and the sake of their marriage.

"lose something, babe, risk something" (you're losing me)

soyeon wiped her own eyes and turned her back to the younger woman. y/n watched her face forward again after a few moments, emotions at an all time high.

with trembling hands of anger and hurt, the ceo reached for the divorce papers on the coffee table, her heart heavy with sorrow. she picked up the pen and signed her name on the dotted line, officially agreeing to a mutual separation.

however, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was signing away not just their marriage, but a piece of her own soul.

"choose something, babe, i got nothing (got nothing) to believe, unless you're choosin' me"

“i’ll sleep in the guest room. just leave by monday night.” soyeon said bitterly, leaving her pen on the table while y/n sat with her head in her hands once more. to see her wife’s name on that paper was what she did want, but not like this.

this hurt more than asking for the divorce in the first place.

soyeon left the room without a second glance, leaving behind an atmosphere heavy with unspoken regrets and shattered hearts. the younger girl sat in silence, the weight of their failed marriage pressing down on her shoulders like a suffocating blanket.

as the sound of soyeon's footsteps faded into the distance, y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of profound loss wash over her. 

you're losing me

she had thought that by taking this step, she would find some measure of closure, some semblance of peace. but now, all she felt was emptiness.

with a heavy heart, y/n rose from her seat and made her way to the guest room, the weight of the moment hanging heavily in the air. she knew that their marriage was over, that there was no going back now. 

but as she settled into bed, surrounded by the echoes of their broken promises, she couldn't help but wonder what might have been. what their life would've looked like if her soon to be ex-wife had put the relationship before her career.

stop (stop, stop), you're losing me

what y/n didn’t know was that soyeon regretted signing that paper immediately after she did it. 

the ceo tossed and turned in her own bed, haunted by the memory of signing her name on those divorce papers. the weight of her decision bore down on her, suffocating her with remorse and regret.

as she lay there in the darkness, she couldn't shake the feeling that she had made a terrible mistake. the realization hit her like a tidal wave, flooding her with a sense of panic and desperation. she had been so consumed by her career, so blinded by her ambitions, that she had failed to see what truly mattered. 

and now, faced with the prospect of losing the love of her life, she felt a profound sense of loss wash over her.

stop (stop, stop), you're losing me

but as the hours passed and the night wore on, soyeon found herself grappling with a difficult truth. no matter how much she regretted her decision, no matter how desperately she wished she could turn back time, she knew that some mistakes were irreversible.

with a heavy heart and tears in her eyes, soyeon whispered a silent prayer into the darkness. she didn’t care who was listening, or if no deity was listening at all.

“please,” she heaved out. “let me fix this.”

she knew that despite her deepest desires, some wounds could never fully heal. and as the first light of dawn painted the sky, she realized that her chance to salvage their marriage had slipped through her fingers.

her denial crumbled the moment she saw y/n had left her wedding ring on the counter. 

i can't find a pulse

with a heavy heart, soyeon accepted the painful truth: she had lost y/n, perhaps forever. and though the regret weighed heavily upon her, she knew that she had to accept the consequences of her actions.

y/n had only lost a marriage that wasn’t benefiting her. it was the best thing for her at the time. soyeon had lost the love of her life. it was the worst thing she could have ever experienced.

in the end, both women were left grappling with the consequences of their choices. y/n had found freedom, while soyeon remained trapped in the prison of her own making. 

and as they each navigated their separate paths, they couldn't help but wonder if they would ever find their way back to one another.

my heart won't start anymore

a/n: pretend i posted this months ago...

#jeon soyeon #song yuqi #gidle series #gidle #soyeon x reader #gidle x reader #original series #angst #kpop #wlw #gxg #i do #perfectsunlight

[ckret2]

A memory canister labeled "MR. AND MRS. GLEEFUL MEMORIES" was clicked into the Blind Eye's memory playback station.

The screen lit up.

A bony woman with gray-streaked dusty brown hair sat on a plush pink sofa, sobbing into a tissue and struggling not to hyperventilate. A heavy man in a pink Hawaiian shirt wrapped an arm around her shoulders comfortingly. The angle was low, aimed at their knees, as though the "camera" had been left on a coffee table in front of the sofa.

"It was awful," Mrs. Gleeful sobbed, "he was—he was lifting things and—throwing them around like some kind of poltergeist, or—or a demon— I've never seen my little Giddy that furious before, I've never seen anyone that furious before..." She grabbed a fresh tissue. "He's—he's got some sort of devil in him, we need to call a priest or a doctor or something—"

"Now, now, honey." Bud held her tighter and patted her arm. "You don't mean that. He's always been a mite tempestuous, you recall; and he's just practicing with those new powers of his—"

"Well I want those powers gone!" She pounded her fists on her sharp knees. "Those powers and that book and—and—" She burst into heaving sobs again, flung an arm around her husband, and buried her head in his shoulder. "I just want my sweet little boy back."

Bud grimaced uncertainly and murmured, "I don't think I could get that book away from him if I tried." He picked up the camera (not a camera; the memory gun was designed to take recordings) and aimed it at himself and his wife. "Don't give yourself a headache crying, sweetheart; you won't worry about him anymore." He squeezed her shoulders reassuringly. "And I'm sure he'll make a better first impression on us with those powers next time."

For a second, she could only sob hitchingly into his shoulder; but then she asked, voice tiny, "Next time?"

Bud squeezed his eyes shut.

The recording ended. The Blind Eye's screen went black.

#(I thought wouldn't it be messed up if Bud's 'we've been using that ray on our own brains an awful lot' and Mrs. Gleeful's memory canister—) #(—were the same incident?) #gravity falls #gideon gleeful #my writing #bill goldilocks cipher

[karasuno-planet]

Telling the Karasuno boys about your bad dream 🧡🖤

Includes: Daichi, Kageyama, Hinata

genre: fluffy angst-recovery-type small oneshots—all could be taken platonically or romantically—except for Kageyama's which is explicitly romantic.

tw: mention of cheating and a sports injury/bone breaking

Sawamura Daichi:

The night before the team set out for a big away game you spent the night in an agonizing dream that left you feeling empty in the morning. When you got on the bus you beelined straight to Daichi and sat next to him. He sat up a little straighter when you sat down and looked earnestly at you, silently asking you what's wrong.

You sighed and looked back at him, "I had a bad dream last night."

"You know what, I did too."

"Really?"

"Yeah, vice principal's wig again..."

You laughed at his joke, a slight smile creeping up on your face that replaced the empty expression before.

You sat in comfortable silence for a second before Daichi asked, "But, seriously, do you want to talk about it?"

It spilled out of you quickly, "It was in the future, and I saw you at a supermarket. You didn't remember who I was. We hadn't spoken in years.."

As you explained, he watched you with kind eyes and wrapped an arm around you in a comforting hug.

"You know I won't ever let that happen."

"Promise?

"Promise. After a graduate you won't ever stop hearing from me."

"Thank god..." A smile creeped across your face as you enjoyed his certainty, motivated by his unwavering lack of doubt. If nobody else believed in you, you knew for certain that Daichi did.

A grin spread across his face, "And one more thing about your dream..."

"Yeah?"

"Did I age well?"

Tobio Kageyama:

You woke up early in the morning in a sweat, with tears forming in your eyes. You might've just had the worst dream you can remember. Before you knew it, you were calling him.

When Tobio picked up, you were greeted with a groggy voice, "Y/n? What is it?"

You rubbed your eyes to stop the tears and explained, "I just had a horrible dream."

Kageyama's mind raced, considering the many topics you could have been trapped in a nightmare about. But he never thought of what it actually was.

"You were with someone else..." You tell him.

In a moment of shock, his tired mind blurted out, "but that's ridiculous."

However true, it wasn't exactly what you needed in the moment.

"Doesn't stop me from being upset about it..."

"But I would never—" he sighs, realizing you already knew that. "I'm sorry. Just know it's not real. You're all I want." His tired voice echos through your phone speaker and puts you at ease.

"Thank you."

"Always." He blurts out before you're able to say anything else.

"Sorry, I'll let you go back to bed," You mutter, about to hang up the phone, when he quickly cut you off:

"Y/n, are you free tonight?"

Shoyo Hinata:

At a small practice match that ran absurdly overtime in your school gym, you watched play after play from the bleachers and slowly found yourself having dosed off. A ball bounced your way, hitting the bleachers and effectively jolting you awake. You gasped for air having just escaped the horrible scenario your mind had crafted, to see that the match had ended and the team was cleaning the gym.

"Sorry!!" Shoyo rushed over, collecting the ball he had accidentally flung your way when he meant to throw it in the bin with the other volleyballs. Upon seeing your frightened face, his anxious expression dropped to one of concern. "Y/n? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I um- had a bad dream. I'm just happy you're okay."

"Happy I'm okay?" He sat next to you and took on a puzzled expression.

"I had a dream where you jumped so high to spike, but you were off balanced and- I heard a big crack when you landed-" You wince as you recall the memory of the nightmare you just had.

"Oh no! I'm okay, I'm okay, don't worry!! Look!" He flexed his legs out in front of you, rolling his ankles and pointing his feet. "All good."

You sighed with relief. "Good. Just, be careful."

"Of course, y/n! I'll stay healthy as long as you stay watching me get better every game." He beams at you, smiling with such contagious joy.

You smile back, nodding at him.

"But hey, don't fall asleep next time!!"

#haikyuu #hq #sawamura daichi #daichi #daichi hq #daichi x reader #sawamura daichi x reader #kageyama tobio x y/n #kageyama tobio #kageyama #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama x reader #kageyama hq #kageyama haikyuu #hinata shoyo #hq shoyo #haikyuu shoyo #shoyohinata #shoyo x reader #hinata #hinata x reader #hinata x you #shoyo hinata #hinata hq #angst with a happy ending

[historicalvandal]

That was so perfect???? Love love love it! Your writing is so immersing, and the way you write kobas personality is nearly identical to the movies. You got me bitting at the bars of my sanity, lol.

But could you imagine if the human accidentally starts courting koba first without realizing it. Bringing him pelts they hunted for him because he doesn't socialize or sleep with the other apes and the human is worried he'd get cold, or they willingly leave the others during communal eating and bringing more food because koba isn't there and the human wanted to eat with him/ don't want him to be alone.

Ceaser stops the human to ask what they are doing and they go , "oh its for koba 🤗" and he dies & laugh inside knowing what it looks like to an ape what the human is doing, but gives the ape version of a blessing anyways. Because dammit it if this is what it takes to get koba to chill tf out against humanity then fine... the human thinks Ceaser is just wishing them luck because its koba lol

Like you said, he gets injured or gets so sick that the human abandons their own nest to sleep on the ground beside his to make sure hes ok and breathing. I got so much koba brainrot. Please forgive my word splurge. you're the first person to just understand, lol. And please dont burn yourself out and remember to take care of yourself first, im just rambling from excitement.

-💚 anon

AHHH anon you are actually so very sweet! i was hoping you'd enjoy my writing, always wanted to start writing stuff on Tumblr haha- I actually love the idea presented that Reader just doesn't know their courting Koba, and he won't say anything lmaooo- Caesar would totally notice and would give bombastic side eye but he'd actually be fine with it, banking on the fact this could help Koba slowly heal from his mental wounds and physical wounds he has from humanity! Reader brings him pelts from hunting trips, when he doesn't eat with the community and after asking Caesar all about it he tells them that Koba has just never really sat with the other apes to eat, so Reader just starts bringing food to Koba, I feel like the first time they do that Koba throws the food at them to get them to go away, to leave him alone, but they just keep coming back to give him food and he just gets used to it over time, when it comes out between them, when Koba actually finally asks why Reader sits with him to eat all the time instead of with Caesar and the rest of the community, Reader just tells him "I don't like that you are alone all the time...I think you just need a friend" and Koba is like taken aback by that revelation, that Reader wants to be his friend, how upset they may have been in the moment as well would change something ever so slightly between them, and he allows them to take their meals with him all the time and perhaps one time they sit with the community to eat, but they're still next to each other, still chatting between themselves, even sharing a joke or two, much to the shock of the other apes lmaooo- And reader just starts to stay more and more with Koba each night, the first time they stayed in Koba's nest with him is because he's always seen them staying on the ground and maybe it's a cold night, and he just wraps his arms around Reader, easily picking them up and letting them sleep in his nest with him, like Reader wakes up in the morning to Koba slowly playing with their hair, MY HEARTTTTT- I just love the idea of Koba playing with Readers hair omlllll And thank you sm, I promise I won't burn myself out, I'm just having so much fun with this rn! <333

#pota #koba x reader #koba planet of the apes #planet of the apes #koba love #val speaks <3

[jakesangel]

first date w jake ꣑୧

jake might seem cocky n super flirty but when it comes to blossoming love he is more the shy type. giggles hidden behind his hands n flirty joke said w a hint of embarrassment, this is how newly love w jake feels like. but as much as shy he is he will never back down in shooting his shot w the pretty girl right in front of him, do you wanna go to see a movie w me someday ? he would shyly say, looking away as his hand would be behind his head, a soothing manner to cope w his anxiety. but as he senses your flustered state, his would slowly fade away, specially when you agree to his offer. 8pm tonight ? the one in the shopping mall ? he would add a bit too fast, his excitement barely hidden.

at home, he would totally freak out, the group chat going on fire as he doesn't know how to dress or even process his pretty girl accept a date w him. his heart would beat so so fast, excitement n stress buzzing out of him, he'd even arrive earlier at the cinema, almost 20 minutes early and even on site, he can't stay put. it would be as he sat down, waiting for you,that he'd realize, his mind being full of you, that he forgot to bring flowers, going right back up in search of a fleurist.

seeing you all dolled up, just for him, almost made him fall on his knees, but once he sees you sawing him, finally walking to him smiling, he lost it. h-hi y/n, you look so beautiful, he would say breathless. he even forgot to give you the flowers he bought you, that you'd have to tell him thank you first for him to give it to you. oh yeah sorry, these are for you he would say as he hand them, n if you are flustered or if he his brave enough he would add, you're prettier than them tho. after little chitchat, he would lead you to the reception to buy the tickets n the snacks. he will get you everything you want, some drink n popcorn but wouldn't let you buy anything, you look like a princess, i just treat you like one, no ? or can't let a pretty girl waste her money w such, his true self coming back.

during the movie, he would try to focus but how can he ? you're sitting so close to him, your scent filling up his nose. he would look your way, also using the popcorn between the both of you as an excuse to touch your hand for spilt second. n truly the movie date was a bad idea : he doesnt want to not talk w you, nor not look at you. he is stuck in his chair, darkness surrounding him, blocking his view of you. he has you so close yet so far, he doesnt know what to do. so he just let his body act on his own, hoping it won't make you uncomfortable. his hand would come close to yours, tasting the waters, n as he sees you not pulling away, he'd take your hand in his.

your hands would stay together, thru out the movie, or even throwing out your waste. his hand remain in yours as you walk side by side, walking you to your place. thank you for coming w me today y/n or i really had a good time w you, he would say in front of your front door. could we redo it, another day ?

notes : me when ᵕ᷄≀ ̠˘᷅

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[morgansunflower]

Pancakes Messes & A Reluctant Baby-sitter

Jason Todd X Wife! Reader

Warnings: suggestive content, explicit language, and FLUFF.

Words:1329

Requested taglist@too-strong-to-lose @asrainterstellar

Arthur's notes! Danny Phantom au! Good Dad Bruce Wayne. Danny's and Danielle's parents are dead. Danielle phantom is Danny's little sister.

It's Jason and Y/N's anniversary. So the kids want to surprise them however not everything go's according to plan

It was the morning of their wedding anniversary of 5 year's now. Jason and Y/N had to make a balance from keeping their hands to themselves to enjoying each other. In the meantime keeping quiet so two little ghosts didn't hear them.

It was early in the morning as Jason had his head comfortably rested on her thigh with his legs sprawled across the couch. She runs her knuckles through his hair. He smiled softly kissing her hand.

Just then a bedroom door opens by the smallest Todd member of the family. She had just woken up wearing her little burgundy pj's.

She sees her parents blissfully unaware of her presence. She uses the perfect opportunity to change to a ghost. Dani flew to her big brother's room.

Dani knocked softly on Danny's bedroom door. He groans softly irritated by the annoying sound. She leans her head against the door and could hear him sleeping. As a ghost she passed easily through his door and into his room.

As punishment for sleeping in, unlike he promised her. She wanted to take his book and throw at his sleepy face... Though she couldn't because then if he got angry.. Which he would. Her parents would hear them and she really wants to surprise them.

"earth to Danny" she orders rubbing the older halfa's arm "wake up Ghosty!"

He tried to fall back asleep, ignoring the chill go down his spine followed by the coldish blue air leave his mouth.

"Dani let me sleep" he whined to his little sister.

"it's their anniversary and you promised to help me make them breakfast!" she reminds him upset.

"oh man I totally forgot" he yawns followed by a deep groan "hmmm I need coffee"

"fine I won't tell Mom or Dad just get up already and come help me" she demands

Danny gets out of bed wearing his black pants and a dark blue t-shirt. The two ghosts sneak into the kitchen daring not to touch the floor. Their parents were still in the living room blissfully unaware.

Danielle gathered ingredients for the pancakes. Daniel poured himself a cup of coffee adding a little too much sugar and cream.

Dani began mixing the batter using her Dad's favorite recipe. He had made his own recipe book and added many recipes. Most of them were even Alfred's recipes.

"I could use, a little help you know" Dani accused with a, hushed tone.

"I'm just observing from a, safe distance. To make sure you don't burn down the house" Danny defends taking a sip of his coffee

Danielle's little eyes glare to her big brother. Danny put his hand up in a defensive manner. He starts the burner and placed the pan on the hot stove. Danny takes a bit of butter placing it on the hot pan.

Dani used a tin foil to fold in the shape of a heart, to make heart shaped pancakes. As Danny flips the third pancake... Everything was going perfectly perfect..

"should we go fix breakfast? I know you must be hungry" Y/N suggested

"nah I'm fine I just want to stay here! Just a few minutes.. Unless you want to eat?" he asked

"no I'm good" she smiled softly "do you smell something?"

"oh yeah.. I'm sure it's the kid's cooking. I say let 'em surprise us" Jason suggested

"ok, but we should listen incase something breaks" she responded softly chuckling.

Danny takes a drink of his coffee but sees the pancake is about to burn and Dani is not aware as she's drinking some orange juice. Danny puts his coffee down on the counter but misjudged and falls to the ground.. Shatter pieces fall everywhere...

"did you hear that?" Y/N asked her husband thinking she might be just hearing things fearing the worst.

"it's probably nothing" Jason shrugged off, but he wasn't convinced by his own words

Both parents get up from the couch. Recognizing the sound of broken glass they put on their house shoes... The couple went into the kitchen. As they see, the children, the mess and the adorable pancakes.

"I'm so so so sorry!!" Danielle cried

"it's my fault! I should've been more careful" Daniel apologized

"kids.. You both are so very.. VERY sweet for wanting to surprise us" Jason smiled giving Danny a pat on the shoulder "it's just a cup"

"it's, ok it happens" Y/N assured "nobody got cut from the glass?"

"nope" Dani said

"no" Danny answered

Jason helps Danny clean the glass and the coffee. Y/N smiled flipping the heart shaped pancake. She kisses Danielle's head as her daughter was not entirely happy the surprise ended in disaster.

"you kid's did a wonderful job in here" she smiles to her little girl trying to cheer her up

"yeah expect the broken glass and the ruined surprise" she scoffed arms folded

"well that's why we bought so many mugs instead of only buying 4... Accidents happen a LOT. Just ask Dad, he knows very well" Y/N laughs as did her daughter

"that's so NOT true" Jason defends, putting the last bit of broken glass in the trash can

The kitchen was, clean minus the pancake mess of course..

"maybe a little" Danny chuckled

"oh really?" Jason asked annoyingly

"Dad don't!" Danny begged nearly laughing as he recognized his Dad's expression "don't! Even think about it"

"get him Dad!!" Dani cheered

Jason reaches pulling Danny close and began tickling him. The young boy began laughing hysterically.

"D-dad st-stop it!" he laughs

He then went ghost causing Jason arms to move through Danny.

"you little cheater!" Jason playfully scowled

Danny sneaks behind his dad and began tickling him. Jason growled laughing.

"alright not TOO rowdy boys!" Y/N snapped laughing at their usual antics

...

Alfred looks after little Daniel and Danielle Todd formerly Danny and Danielle Fenton. While the children's parents are on their date. During which inside Wayne Manor.. Damian tries to avoid his nephew and niece.. Because he is a former assassin not a babysitter... He doesn't know how to take care of kids..

"Alfred I do not deem it wise I look after them" Damian scowled "Daniel is 3 years older than Danielle why not let him tend to her whist taking care of himself" he persisted

"I understand your reservations Master Damian, even so they do adore you. The children need to be looked after and your the only one currently home. Your father has acquired my assistance as for why I aquire your help" Alfred informed

"tt fine! But be quick!" he reluctantly agreed

Damian steps into the family room seeing Danny was watching TV with Dani. He sits at the edge. The children see their uncle greeting him kindly.. Don't feel. Don't feel. Don't get too close. Damian repeats in his head. What of they got too close and didn't like him?

Damian tried to be kind and.. Nurturing. Though he wasn't sure how. He knew how to read so he read Danielle a story.. He knew how, to play games.. So he played with Danny.. It was hard not to grow more found of them... Eventually Alfred was able to relieve Damian of the burden but he insisted that he could tolerate them a bit longer

.....

"mommy!! Daddy!!" Danielle gleed

"you're back!" Danny smiled

"hey kids!" Jason smiled

"hey Sweethearts!" Y/N sweetly said

Changing to a, ghost Dani flew to hug her parents necks. Danny hugged them both.

"did you two have fun?" Y/N asked

"yeah! Alfred made cookies with us" Dani said

"yeah all kinds of cookies. There's plenty for you guys by the way. Damian played games with me and I beat him twice!" Danny smiled

"and Uncle Dami read me my favorite story!" Danielle smiled

"well I'm glad you two had fun. Thanks Damian" Jason told his, baby brother.

"we really appreciate you taking care of them" Y/N told her brother-in-law

"my pleasure" Damian smiled softly.

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[miya-twins]

idk why but. hcs on msby4 picking each other up. like, physically. I was thinking of them being poly while I came up with it but it could also work platonically

Hinata - he's so so easy to pick up. it all starts with omi unceremoniously and without a word picking him up from where he's sitting on the counter (in front of the coffee maker omi wanted to use) and putting him back down on the kitchen table instead. the other two observed this and a light switched on in their heads. now they all pick hinata up a lot. he's kinda indignant about it, but not truly bothered. he does absolutely everything he can to also pick all of them up at any opportunity to even things out tho.

Bokuto - super loves to pick people up and carry them around, will do it for victory hugs or to carry them home or just because. and really who wouldn't wanna be carried by bokuto so they generally let him. bokuto also loves to be carried just as much, which is a bit more difficult since he's quite heavy, but at least hinata and atsumu are frequently up to the challenge, it might make their arms hurt after long hours of volleyball practice, but bokuto's joyous laughter is so worth it.

Atsumu - he can't be surprise picked up. if you try, he'll immediately lodge one leg between yours and twist out of your grasp, possibly sending you face first to the ground. bokuto and hinata had to learn this the hard way. atsumu says it's some kind of reflex/trauma response from osamu throwing him into the river by their house one too many times as kids (when asked how many times he threw osamu into that river, he won't give a number, but insists it's more times than osamu got him). so atsumu only gets carried if he asks for it, which he frequently does because he likes it. He likes carrying the others more tho, he likes showing off how strong he is.

Sakusa - the least enthusiastic despite having started it. will rol his eyes if asked to carry anyone, but will usually do it anyway. tho if his joints feel bad, he'll only say yes to hinata, which bokuto and atsumu find unfair and hinata feels is a dig at his height (it is). he won't let himself get carried in public, but he secretly enjoys being carried, and once the other three figure that out, they take whatever chance they get to carry him from room to room in the sharehouse. omi still pretends to be annoyed by it, but literally nobody believes him because his poker face is horrible.

#miya atsumu #sakusa kiyoomi #hinata shouyou #bokuto koutaro #msby4

[resident-idiot-simp]

Price being ready to murder Riley was NOT what I was expecting but I'm here for it. Are we allowed to ask for hcs for this au? Because honestly im curious what Riley thinks of Price and such.

- Kidney Anon (who is wearing their nametag with pride)

Not expecting Price to want to kill Riley? You must be new here lmao

Me and Az-

Omegas are very much dominant in this universe

Az-

(about Price) at first he's like meh, another alpha but quickly doesn't like his attitude to Tav

Tav loves how Riley is protective but also so bemused at someone being protective over him

The moment Riley realised he had a real chance with Tav he started a whole 10 year plan

(how they get together) So shit goes real south on a mission, Tav's injured and the meds and stress and timing all fuck up his hormones/suppressents. So its just them and they need to get it under control, etc, becoming fwb. Riley's like "chance!" and Tav is happy to have a decent alpha around who doesn't make his teeth ache

Me-

Riley goes into rut and starts begging for Tav. Tav sees it him but it's actually something deeper so that's how they get together

Also Price helped with his heat a few times (before MW2) so he thinks he's entitled to something more with Tav

Also with them being made Price can't take advantage of Tav so it prevents everything that goes wrong (essay on what I mean)

Az-

Riley going on leave for rut only to have his neighbour call up Tav because "your alpha won't shut up, come and deal with him!" It works tho since Tav expected Riley to find another omega

(more will come)

Price staring to say dismissive things about his chosen alpha, ignoring their mating bond to suggest he could be better. Imagining he says this infront of other 141 who all share a look and slowly start backing away

Me-

Roach is their son in this universe

Also all the 141 alpha's/Beta's sniff after MacTavish like he's the holy Grail

Price trys so hard to separate them and he's doing double time and trying to convince Tav to drop Riley. Price is convinced that if Riley dies the bond will break.. and normally it would but maybe there's something deeper tying them together

(Az) alternatively, he steps a little to out of line at some point, like just before they're about to set out on that mission, and Tav just snaps. is he hormonal and preggers? maybe.

It's all going fine until MacTavish just freezes and just start screaming at him. He has been putting up with his BS for far too long. He drags him through the mud. Pulls out every insecurity Price didn't even know he had. Gloats that he'll never be with Price that he needs to get over it. He wasn't a good alpha no matter how much he thought he was

Az-

"I've ripped out the throats of alpha Generals who were more useful than you are."

"You couldn't get me to bend as a rookie SGT without pushing me down, I voluntarily go to my knees for Simon"

"You don't want me, you don't want a strong omega, you want someone you can dominate. You want me because having me come to heal for you would be the biggest ego stroke there is."

Tav leaning in to whisper into a shocked Price's ear: "he prefers getting on his knees for me"

(me) And you don't know him. You don't know what an honor it is to have that alpha to trust you with his life. I've killed alphas for less then what you are insinuating now. But that alpha he has never wanted anything more than I would give him. And he thinks me for every scrap I throw him

Price looking around expecting some support from all the alphas standing around gawking except they're all basically enthralled with Tav

Roach shipped it from the start now he's doing everything he can to ensure he gets those sibling in year 6 of the plan

I also like the idea of Tav either ripping his throat out or like shooting/stabbing his arm and basically forcing his retirement

(preg Tav) they only find out a while after the fallout tho, when Shepherd tries some shit and he does rip his throat out, its not heat related and he didn't attack tav or riley so they have to investigate. A pregnant omega killing an alpha is pretty much the same

Me

Tav also 100% gets even more mean when he's pregnant. It's like a switch flipped man is outright hostile and Riley loves every minute of it

People confuse Riley for the pregnant Omega because of just how much he smells of Tav and it makes Tav irrationally happy.

Tavs mentality while pregnant is, 'If I can't be more pregnant I'll make him pregnant' so the sex is wild

Az-

riley, shocked, sitting at the table: "...."

soldier: "aren't u gonna celebrate? bout time honestly, thought with the way u 2 got at it the cap would've been bred long ago"

riley: "if it were that easy, i'd be the one pregnant"

soldier: "...."

[mrsmarlasinger]

I am so drunk I'm hiccuping and I'm slurring and I can't walk and I can't type!!! I'm working on my ~sixth (INCREDIBLY DILUTED) shot right now, but that's it for tonight. Because I don't wanna throw up!!

#I COULD throw up if i wanted to but i won't!! #started out drinking alone but then i called my qpp because drinking alone feels kinda cringe :-( #it's been four weeks since i had more than MAYBE one shot (i.e. not enough to even feel) so i was like fuck it lol idk #also it's genuinely incredible how i continue to write my novel-in-progress while this drunk #idk how i do this but istg my drunk NOVEL writing is much better than my drunk CASUAL writing. like i wake up the next day and i'm like #'this is pretty good tbh!' lol. I write high as well and i will not lie. i *am* tempted to get cross-faded tonight. will let you know (-: #oh my god i cannot sit up straight #anyway byeeeeeee #alcohol #alcohol tw #alcohol cw #tw alcohol #cw alcohol #(my parting words: alcohol is cringe lol) #personal

[aithusarosekiller]

This is on my tiktok but I wanted to post it here too bc it's really been bugging me

The caption essentially said that if I see a characterisation I don't like (I used the example of big buff alpha remus) I just scroll because clearly the content was made for someone else and I'm not the target audience

#let people have different interpretations #let out of character fics exist #there's no one right way to write and view a character #if someone wants to throw out canon and write their own interpretation that is AMAZING #if someone wants to explore what one change (such as the black cousins being in an abusive household) could have on the story LET THEM #stop crushing the creativity of young teens because you can't have fun #marauders era #marauders #mwpp #feel kind of bad tagging this with all the fandom tags I'm sorry :/ I just wanted to get it out there #to show people who do write 'ooc' interpretations thay that is FINE #and most people are SO PROUD that you're able to explore and share that creativity with us #dldr #DON'T LIKE DON'T READ #remember that? #there's nothing wrong with liking canon characterisation but you don't have to be a dick about it #you don't have to force it onto everyone around you #they're allowed to make their own versions up #dead gay wizards #id feel so bad putting ship or character tags #bc that's not the content ppl on the tags wanna see so I won't