#I can’t change the past but I can try to learn from it. and hopefully without beating myself up over it. if that makes sense.

[softrozene]

Comforting Female Reader Who Has Experienced an Assault

Anon asked: Hey honey, I was too shy to ask off of anon... But do you think you could do some HC’s for the boys helping a f!reader who was previously sexually assaulted? I am having a really tough time right now. ( I am handling it all and I have people helping me too) it’s just really weird for me to deal with I guess Thank you sweet Ro!

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I’m sorry to hear that stuff like that is happening to you but if you ever need someone to talk to just to vent or for advice you are always welcome to talk to me since I have experienced past sexual assaults and harassments. It’s always a no-judgment zone when talking to me fyi. Just remember everyone processes it differently but you are not alone and hopefully the people helping you are a strong support system.

I love you anon and I hope these make you feel better.

 I chose almost all the males I usually write for because they would all kill/die for the ones they love. 

Originally published on February 11, 2020

*Speaking to everyone who reads this: These can be taken as platonic relationships or romantic. Just know I am not romanticizing the issue. There will be solid advice. There will be dumb advice. These are after all my headcanons for how I think they would treat the issue with a fem!reader (I think with a male!reader they would act just a little bit differently. This is a sensitive topic so please read the warnings and just remember you are all loved.

Warnings: Angst, PTSD, fluff, mentions of past sexual assault

Hosea Matthews-

He would hear this from you directly

  Would be shocked before he drops everything in order to listen to you

  If you don’t wanna talk about it he won’t push you but he will hint that it may make you feel better

  If it happened all in the past he would piece together some of your tendencies that relate to the assault, what you tend to avoid and whatnot, and basically, he’ll help you so nothing at the camp will trigger you

  If it happened more recently he will try and urge you to tell him who it is so he can sick the boys on them, without your knowledge of course

  He’ll just say “It’s been taken care of Sweetheart. No need to worry about it.”

   Hosea is the most caring one out of them all and will constantly check up on you, see how you are doing/feeling, will get you whatever you want whenever you want, and more importantly will always put others in their place if he feels they are getting on your nerves or are crossing boundaries

  If you do daily talks he’ll always ask if it’s okay to hug you or hold your hand because he wants you to know desperately how much you mean to him and the gang

  If he sees you heading down the wrong path, he will pick you up without a doubt. Orders you to take care of yourself and if you don’t listen to him, he will send Arthur and John the most awkward boys in the universe to go and talk you into doing the stuff he told you to do

  He’ll do about anything you want in order for you to feel better and get past this traumatic experience

  “We can’t change what happened to us. That’s all in the past. However, we can change how it affects us now. How we’ll go on in the future. Turn this into something to make you stronger.”

  Dutch Van Der Linde-

  Will deadass go on a rampage after learning you’ve been assaulted

  All you have to say is that you got hurt by someone- He doesn’t need any details unless you want to fill up the rage he already has

  He will hunt down whoever they are no matter where they are with most of the gang by his side, it doesn’t matter how long ago it was, he wants to see that bastard/bitch who did this to you in the ground

  “And they will surely be dealt with” literally will be his words- Anyway after they are dealt with will he only focus on you

  He’ll be careful with you and probably the most annoying thing he can and will do is, treat you like glass

  It doesn’t matter anymore if this was in the past or more recently, he will make sure someone he trusts is by your side and preferably a woman so probably Miss Grimshaw

  Eventually, he will realize that he is overdoing it but he will give you one of his speeches saying it’s only because he worries about you

  You just gotta be upfront with him, tell him what you need and what you do not need, and he will fix himself after apologizing

  Expect a lot more gifts from yours truly

  By a lot, I mean a lot

  He will make it rain jewelry for you if it means you know how much he cares

  Can’t say that about the money though

  If it still lingers over you he will without a doubt, try and help you through the process of at least accepting what happened well happened

  “Try and focus on the now and make yourself better for the future” Or something along those lines would be his advice

  Arthur Morgan-

  Is a saint no matter what he says

  You would have to tell him face-to-face and rather bluntly that you were assaulted. If you hint at it, he may take a moment before he realizes what you mean

  He won’t act fast but he will sit down with you and have a talk with you

  Of course, he wants to act, his blood would be boiling at the thought of someone even touching you without your consent but for your sake, he will take a breather and wait until you are done venting to him

  He would treat you the same

  He wouldn’t necessarily tread lightly on certain topics unless he sees that it makes you uncomfortable and omg if one of the boys dares to mess with you he will be on their ass in a hot second

  Basically, he may hover but he won’t realize it since he’s treating you the same way as always

  It’s up to you as well to decide the fate of who hurt you

  If you want them dead, he’ll go do it in a heartbeat

  If you want them beaten, he’ll go do it in a heartbeat

  If you want them threatened, he’ll go do it in a heartbeat

  If you don’t want anything done, he’ll just keep an eye on you and make sure you are faring well

  When he’s not at camp he’ll have Hosea, John, or one of the ladies keep an eye on you

  He makes sure that you know you can bother him for anything, he may be grumpy about it but he’ll do it just for you

  If you’re having nightmares or just can’t sleep you can sleep on his cot and he’ll stay with you until you do fall asleep

  If nothing works to make you feel better you bet your ass he’ll take you with him, on rides to town just to get you out and about

  His last resort is letting you see his journal- That’s how you know this boy genuinely cares about you because no one touches the journal

  “People are not so kind. But you are. What I’m tryin’ to say is don’t let that bastard/bitch put out your light. I care ‘bout ya.”

  Charles Smith-

  He would be the most understanding like Hosea

  Would make sure that you are in a safe space mentally before he allows you to vent

  Will reassure you that you are safe no matter what but he will want to get back at this person

  It usually goes against his code for killing but he cares about you and no one deserves to get hurt like that so he will take time out of his day (probably go gather Arthur) and go and kill this person

  Whether you wanted that or not he would have convinced you this person would probably have another person to prey on soon enough

  Speaking of, he will remind you that you are not a victim but a survivor

  He’ll be there for you all the way

  If you need some company he’s there for you even if you don’t want to talk

  Charles can and will be your rock if you need it

  He’ll help pick you up and depending on if it’s okay with you, tell a selective few what happened so they can also help you

  It may be cheesy but I can see Charles in this scenario making you say positive things about yourself in order to ward away the negative thoughts

  “Repeat after me. I am a strong woman. I am resilient. I am a tiger.”

  May or may not be making fun of Mr. Pearson at the last one in order to get you to laugh

  Either way, he’ll make sure you to feed you positive lines almost every day

  If you need to get out he’ll take you on nature rides and remind you out beautiful the world is despite how cruel the people are

  He won’t exactly hover but he will be constantly glancing your way at camp to make sure you are all good

  Tells you venting is actually good without needing to hear the advice

  I forgot to mention it in the others but, all these males will make sure you know self-defense. They give you tips and tricks with each weapon of their choice that way no one will mess with you again

  You can always rely on Charles to give you good advice though. Understands that sometimes you just need someone to rely on so you know you’re not alone

  “I know you. You are strong and beautiful. Don’t give anyone the power to doubt yourself. Only you have that power.”

  John Marston-

  Is fucking awkward when it comes to this kind of thing

  He will 100% see red as soon as you tell him and no matter what no one but Arthur, Dutch, and Hosea can stop him from going after the person who hurt you (and those three will join him tbh)

  He is not the best to talk to about this so he’s okay if you just need the company

  May take you to a saloon and get you a drink or two just to ease you, will not give you more

  Honestly, I see John as completely awkward and not knowing what to do for this situation. He’s at a loss and if the problem (the person) has been dealt with wouldn’t know how to help you

  He would go ask the girls how to cheer you up or make you feel better, go to Hosea would be a better option and would finally just ask you what you need and how so you don’t get stuck in your PTSD

  Though he may understand but not in the way that is relatable. He’ll understand the nightmares and such but he won’t understand if you fear that person because his situations have always been near death

  He will desperately try to understand you though

  Will send Jack your way if that kid can cheer you up

  “Well fuck, y’know I always have your back. Just- I um don’t let ‘em get to you.”

  Javier Escuella-

  This man would have no idea what to say at first

  It’ll take him a minute to register before he asks if he can hug you- mostly to reassure himself that you are physically safe

  Once that is done and over he will get straight to business and ask what you need

  Murdering the person would cross his mind tbh but he’s too focused on you that he won’t ask till much later

  If you need to clear your mind he’ll take you fishing, show you how to fish and have Hosea come along so it’s all positive vibes

  He’ll write some songs and lullabies for you and serenade you to show you how much he cares

  I honestly think Javi bottles everything up when it comes to himself so he’ll be more than happy to talk to you about your PTSD or share stories and even his own past if he deems it right by you

  He would gut whoever you want like a fish for you btw

  “Hermosa, you’re strength inspires me”

  And it truly does

  It takes a lot of guts to admit and accept what’s happened and even more to want to reach out for help

  Javier would admire that and remind you whenever you need to hear it

  Sean Macguire-

  Ahaha if you thought John or Dutch had a short fuse for this- The minute he finds out he’s already spouting nonsense of them meeting their demise

  And if you allow it or they are not dead he will surely make them have a terrible death

   He would risk getting caught by bounty hunters again if that were the case

  As for comforting you, this boy doesn’t exactly know how to do that

  He laughs off his own traumatic experience so he’d probably be trying to get you to crack a smile or drink with him

  Homeboy would try and get you to kill some bloody people for the fun of it ngl

  Hopefully, his energy will rub off on you

  I don’t really see him as the sitting down type but if he cares about you he is more than willing to listen to you and also more than willing to give you unwanted advice and a shite ton of his opinions

  “Yer fuckin’ priceless. No mutherfucker hassa right to touch ye.”

  He will end the speech with something gory I bet

  *I was going to add Keiran and Lenny but I ran out of ideas but I hope the lovely lads I did write and their reactions/comfort help anyone who needs it

#softrozene writes #rdr2 x reader #red dead redemption 2 x reader #hosea matthews x reader #dutch van der linde x reader #arthur morgan x reader #charles smith x reader #john marston x reader #javier escuella x reader #sean macguire x reader #angst/comfort

[nieceeee]

“ITS BETTER WHEN HE’S ANGRY”

Okay this was my very first request and I’m still learning but hopefully this is ok. I was struggling a bit lol

@wifeofallfictionalmen, I am still learning to tag people and reply directly to messages but here we go

WORD COUNT: 2048

REQUEST: Heyy I hope your doing well I actually have a request for Reiner Braun. Sooo he just had a fight with the reader and he really is angry at her ( plus it is his season 4 personality) so to get Reiner's attention the reader suddenly seats on his lap but he just ignores her so the reader starts to grind herself on his lap and the rest you write and I also want the use of toy as a punishment for the reader ( the readers pronouns are she/ her)

A/N: use of nickname baby, female anatomy, Reiner x reader, angry sex, makeup sex, use of toys

ART CREDITS: @thisuserisangry

Reiner!” You yell out from behind him.

“No, y/n I don’t want to hear it!” He barked back, his anger rolling off of him in waves. You groan in frustration. Reiner has been on edge and it’s been causing a strain in your relationship. The constant shifting of personas does nothing but cause confusion in every conversation and no matter what you do, he will not allow himself to open up to you.

“I’m trying to protect you.” He says, using the same excuse which in turn agitates you because you can’t seem to understand why he won’t allow you to be there for him. This was the 5th fight this week and things didn’t seem to be getting better.

It was hard, you all have been together for so long but after everything happened, he changed. He has been way more reserved and gets upset at the smallest things. And intimacy levels have been through the floor. Of course it doesn’t help that your body has been screaming for release for days now but, you were trying to remain patient in hopes that you all could rekindle that flame. However, every time you think you’re both doing good, another fight breaks out and you’re back where you started. Lately it feels like things will never get better and honestly, you’ve reached your breaking point. Especially since that deep dark side of you gets so aroused every single time you see him angry. The heaviness of his breath. The way his nostrils flare. The hardening of his already sharpened features. It was tearing you apart from the inside out and enough was enough.

With a steady breath you make your way into the bedroom that you both share. He is sitting at his desk, his chin resting against one of his hands as he watches tv. He doesn’t bother to acknowledge you coming in so you use that to your advantage. Walking over to where he is sitting, you round the chair and stand in front of him. He hitched a brow at you but turned his gaze back towards the screen. You step in his view again which results in nothing but an eye roll and him sliding his chair over so he can see past you. You flare your nostrils in agitation and open your mouth to speak but he cuts you off.

“Please, y/n I’m not in the mood for another fight.” He grunted softly, not looking at you. You don’t respond, instead you step forward until your legs are touching the front of his. Then lifting your hand slowly, you run your fingers through his short blonde tresses, scratching his scalp softly. A small grumble of satisfaction leaves his lips as he tries to focus on the show. You continue to caress his head with your hands, watching the tension ease it’s way out of his shoulders. Then slowly you press your body closer. He glances from his peripheral and his golden eyes meet yours. You hold his stare as you straddle his legs, plopping right down on your favorite place that you haven’t been able to enjoy for far too long. He lets out a huff, shaking his head slightly before turning back to the screen in front of him. Annoyed at the lack of attention. You start to shift around on his lap slightly. He finally turns his gaze to you, his brows etched together.

“What are you-“ he started but you cut him off by pressing your hips down into him and rocking forward. He stilled at your movements, his mind trying to register what just occurred. You pressed down again, slightly harder rolling your hips into his once more. A heated gaze passed over his face as he released an involuntary groan. “y/n…” You continue to rock yourself against him, angling so that your clit is pressing into his crotch but you keep your eyes trained on his. He swallows hard as you feel him hardening beneath you. You continue to grind onto the top of his pants, the friction causing your pussy to swell slightly with pleasure. “Are you enjoying yourself?” His deep voice asked, coated with equal parts agitation and arousal. You don’t respond but continue to tease yourself against him.

“Ah, so that’s the game you want to play?” He said frustrated. His hands come up and grip your hips, stilling your movement. You let out a small hmp of frustration as you lose the momentum that was flowing through your body. “You think I’m going to let you use me as a pawn to get yourself off while you leave me angry and hard?” He asked, his brow hitching at you. You bite down on the inside of your lip, refusing to acknowledge him which only further drives his agitation.

“Fine, you want to be a brat then I’ll treat you like one.” He grumbled. He lifted you up swiftly, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you over to the bed. A surprised gasp escapes you as you're tossed onto the mattress. He hovers over you, chest rising and falling rapidly, those golden eyes burning into you. “Hands over your head. You move when I say move. Touch when I say you can. Don’t follow the rules and you know the consequences.” He whispered lowly in your ear, the deep commandments sending chills running down your spine. You do as you’re told, lifting your hands above your head. Reiner retreats from the bed and walks over to the dresser, unlocking it and pulling out the box of toys. Your toes curl in anticipation as he pulls out your favorite vibrator. He walks back over to you, your body splayed out against the bed.

“Don’t think you're getting off easy.” He said as he began to undress. You watch as he peels his shirt off exposing the sculpted body underneath. The sight of his smooth olive skin makes you want to run your tongue up his chest. You watch as his hands drop to his buttons and he takes his time undoing his pants. His print straining against his boxers makes your pussy flow with happiness. It has been so long.

He walks back to the bed and switches the vibrator on. “You know the rules of the game. 8 levels.” He stated. You make sure not to roll your eyes as he repeats the rules of the endurance game you always play together. “Level one” he says, lifting your gown and pressing the toy against your clit. The impact of the movement causes you to flinch just slightly as you adjust to it. Your body has been denied the feeling for so long that it has to get readjusted. Reiner drags the toy in slow clockwise circles against your clit, waking up the already sensitive bud. You focus on the sensation it was providing. “Mmm. Good girl.” He said softly but you manage to catch it. He slips your panties to the side and the toy slides in your opening. He thrusts once before pulling it out and turning up to level two. The game continues with each level as he circles the toy around your pussy and then fucks your opening by the number of levels. You are doing fine until level five. Your toes started to curl as you moaned softly. “Hmm, is your pussy aching to cum baby?” He teased, speeding up his movements. You stay quiet. “Oh, I see.” You could hear the smile in his voice. He once again slips your panties to the side as he slides the toy in your hole. Reiner takes his time with each hard thrust, the sounds of your arousal filling the room as it coated the toy. You felt your legs begin to shake, your body wanted to break. You just wanted to touch him and his teasing was going to break you.

“Rei, please.” You moaned, calling him by your pet name. “Awe baby. We haven’t even made it to level 8 and you’re already begging for my dick.” He teased again. He increased the level on the vibrator and pressed it firmly against your clit. “Oh fuck.” You let out, the intensity sending waves of heat through you. You lifted your hands from behind you and reached out to him. “Remember the rules. No hands. Punishment.” You groaned as you dropped your hands back. He slipped your soaking wet panties off. “Punishment level 6” he said. He slipped his fingers in your pussy and pressed up into your g spot. Then with the other hand he raised it slightly, before bringing it down right on your swollen clitoris. You gasped out in pain and pleasure. He brought his hand down onto your pussy again slightly harder than the last time and then a little harder with the next one. “Oh fuck Rei. Please baby.” You were teetering near the edge. “What is it baby? You want to cum, yeah? You want me buried deep in your tight little pussy? Is that it?” He asked. “Yes Reiner. Yes. I want you to fuck me please.” You let out. “Hmm. I love when you beg for it.” He grumbled in appreciation. He slipped his fingers out of me and pulled his boxers down, his dick springing from underneath the fabric.

“May I?” You ask. He nods. Your hands shoot from behind your head as you reach down to stroke him, coaxing out a bead of precum from his tip. He moans out your name as you have to use both hands, moving them up and down his full length. “Fuck y/n. I need to be inside of you now.” He growls. Reiner hitches his hands under your legs and pulls you closer. He lined up his tip with your entrance. “Tell me how you want it.” He demands. “Hard.” You let out. “Fuck yes.” He says and in one quick motion he slams his dick in between your folds. “FUCK” you cry out, your vision going blurry as his dick stretches your pussy. The pleasurable pain washing over you with familiarity. “Damn it y/n your pussy is squeezing me so tight.” He groans trying to pace himself. You are both reeling with pleasure. Reiner pulls out slightly before pushing his dick back inside, deeper and harder. He fucks you just how you like it as you hold onto his shoulders, your fingers nails leaving crescents in his back. He lifts your hips slightly so that he can push himself to stroke you deeper. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel the heat of your first orgasm taking over. “Reiner baby I’m going to cum. You’re going to make me cum!” You scream out. “Yes baby, cum for me.” he praised, his voice straining as he pounds into you relentlessly. His body glistened, sweat coating both of you as you get closer to your climax. “Rei, please. Don’t stop baby.” You beg. “You want me to fill you up baby?” He asks. I nod viciously, his muscles flexing as he drives you both over the edge. He lets out a deep roar as he releases inside of you, his seed coating your walls as a gush of fluids hits him, your body releasing at the same time.

You both sit there for a moment, catching your breath and coming down from your high. After your heart rate is back to normal, you look up to the man you love. His eyes already on you. “What?” You ask softly. “I love you, y/n. You know that?” He says softly. “Even when I make you mad?” “Especially when you make me mad, that way I can pour all my anger into that pretty pussy of yours.” He said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You felt yourself throb at that idea. “Don’t even think about it.” He warned playfully. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up. Then we can actually have a conversation about what happened earlier.” He suggested. You give him a small smile as he holds out his hands to you.

Reiner was a lot to handle some days but he was yours to handle, and you loved that for you.

#smut #reiner x reader #reiner braun #reiner smut #reiner aot #aot smut #aot x reader #aot x you #aot x y/n #reiner x y/n

[ohbaby-here-we-go-again]

The Taz Skylar situation

Hey folks, I know people have been posting about this already, but I’d thought I’d throw in my two cents - I’m not trying to change anyone’s mind, I’m just throwing my thoughts out into the internet because, well, this is tumblr and that’s kind of what we do here.

Imma preface this by saying I haven’t done a deep dive into what’s going on with the taz situation, because honestly I have better things to do. But from what I’ve seen the main issue was Taz did a fundraiser for the British Red Cross, and then when it was brought up that they’re apparently supporting Israel he poorly handled the situation, specifically with a tweet he made (included below).

If you continue reading, please note, I personally am giving Taz the benefit of the doubt here. And hence will have my biases in regards to the situation.

The Red Cross Fundraiser

The Red Cross is a humanitarian aid charity, it’s supposed to help people, so I can understand how someone, with good intentions, looking to donate to a charity, would end up picking them - particularly as they’re very well known.

When it comes to the Red Cross supporting Israel, I tried looking into it and got a lot conflicting claims. Some saying they were supporting Palestine, some saying they were supporting Israel, so I can’t speak to the morality of Red Cross as an organisation at the moment (if you have links to specific articles and details feel free to add them on this post).

So personally in regards to the fundraiser, I think it would be unfair to say Taz was specifically aiming to support Israel, or to claim that he condones Israel’s actions because of the fundraiser.

That being said, you should always do research into charities you choose to support, whether you’re a regular person or a celebrity, to make sure (as much as you can) that the money you’re sending over is actually doing what you intended it to. Hopefully this is something Taz will have learned from this situation, and will consider more moving forward.

The Tweet

As for the tweet he made, which was potentially (but I don’t believe confirmed to be) in regard to the fundraiser….Personally, I feel it came off as quite ignorant.

Now while again I am giving taz the benefit of the doubt in terms of his overall beliefs and intentions, that doesn’t mean I can’t be critical of choices he makes. And choosing to make a vague tweet about “different opinions” being “okay” because sometimes people “see things differently,” when people are saying you support a genocide…was not a good choice. And specifically, ending it by saying “If you go to war with everyone who differs in opinion, we’d all be at war with everyone all the time” given the context of the situation, to me felt like an ignorant and quite insensitive thing to say.

Now, given that taz stated on his Instagram story (I believe prior to the tweet) that what he was doing was, “really not” a “political statement” and that he just wanted “to start [the] year off with something positive” I’m hoping the different opinions tweet was intended to be in the realm of ‘hey man, make love not war. We should like just like, listen to each other more and be kind✌️’ Rather than the ‘let’s agree to disagree. I’m entitled to my opinion’ shit we’ve seen particularly associated with right wing ideology in recent years.

I’m hoping taz (poorly) tweeted with the former sentiment in mind. Based on the fact he went on to say in that same story that he “[hoped] that this year can be one where everyone comes together a lot more” and has in the past tweeted that it “Takes the same energy to dig a grave as it does to build a shelter” and that we should “dig less graves and build more shelters.” This, in addition to his work and donations to charities for (I believe) several years prior to this, and prior to OPLA, is wat makes me hesitant to say Taz is in support of Israel based on this situation.

And while he’s has now deleted the tweet, I hope it wasn’t just because of a negative reaction, but because he has reflected on what he said and how he said it.

Additional Claims

Now I know some people have also brought up that he follows a few actors who are zionists (I haven’t looked into it so I don’t know how accurate those claims are) but to me unless he comes out and says he’s in support of them and their beliefs, I’m not going to use this as a accurate way of knowing what Taz believes. Because honestly, as someone who doesn’t spend a lot of time on social media myself, I miss a lot of stuff in regard to which actor is currently being a piece of shit. And I wouldn’t want people to judge my morals based on the fact that at some point, I followed some celebrity on social media.

Conclusion

End of the day I don’t think it’s fair or truthful to say Taz has ‘come out as a zionist’ nor do I think it’s productive to say he’s some totally ‘innocent sweetheart who didn’t do anything wrong,’ because….he’s literally just some dude. I know up until this point he’s kinda been characterise on the internet as this like, great, sweet, dedicated, hardworking, boyfriend material guy, and I’m not saying that those qualities were attributed to him out of nowhere, but he’s also just a human being. He will make mistakes. But just like all of us he has the ability to reflect and grow, and just like all of us he should be given the chance to do so - though remember, leaving space for someone to grow as a human being is not the same as coddling them when they fuck up. Being critical of someone’s actions and holding them appropriately accountable is part of the process of growth.

Anyways moral of the story, celebrities are just people, make sure you don’t fall into the trap of parasocial love OR parascoial hate, and the world is always at least a bit shit, with people who will have shit beliefs, and it’s ok to be disappointed and speak out against that so long as you’re not treating it like a witch hunt.

This post was made on the 5th of February 2024, with the information I’ve gathered while scrolling on tumblr. My opinion on Taz Skylar is subject to change if new information is brought to my attention after it has been been posted.

As this is just a side blog, if you try to directly talk to me on this post I will not reply. Additionally, I’m not trying to start a debate so if you come to my blog to start and argument I will block you. Reminder I don’t really care what you think of Taz Skylar, it’s your life and your time bro. I’m just some rando rambling on the internet.

#taz skylar #sorry if this isn’t written very well I’m not a writer guys #also sorry it’s quite a chunk of text it ended up being a lot longer than I thought it was going to be

[kitmoas]

maimed underneath wreckage

TGU--Season 2 Installation 1

Warnings: **18+ ONLY** **MINORS DNI*** Mommy Kink, light talk of breeding, hostage talk, light degrading, talk of weapons and magic

as usual if I missed anything let me know!

Author's Notes: IT"S SEASON 2!!! Hi Hello, the beginning of season 2 is here! It's a day late and I'm sorry. Also no editing cause fuck that shit I'm sorry if there's mistakes. Hopefully its a good intro to the vibes of season 2 :) Lemme know your thoughts even if you wanna stay anon in my inbox

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Flickering, a small flame breathing in air as it grows slowly. Despite the darkness and the isolation, it almost feels as though the world is solid. Firm and rooted in a good foundation, but it won’t take long for that to crumble. Falling, spiraling about as if gravity no longer exists. 

Nothing in this place had longevity, changing within a single breath, a flaw in its creation. The insatiable need for peace drove the inevitable hysteria, and that’s where the structure falters. Slowly everything will become normal once more, forcing a reality check in which will leisurely chip away at the sanity within. 

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The sounds of conversations mixing is a nice change to the beeping of the lab and the clicking of keys in the office, a light wind blowing through your hair as you allow your eyes to laze around your surroundings. The heat lamp next to you allowed for you to sit atop the roof despite the snow along the grass under the balcony. Having spent the past few months keeping your head down after your first semester into your masters, it was nice to finally be back to something a little more normal. A moment between everyone that feels cozy, and you even feel comfortable with the arm that lays along the back of your chair. 

Empty plates are scattered and you know that your brother is confused, and a bit off put, but you try to ignore it. This isn’t where you thought you would be, but it’s okay. Life is a rollercoaster and you need to start understanding that, you cannot control everything nor can you put someone else in control of the levers. You need to move on, learn to take the hits like an adult and live. 

The talk was light the entire lunch, almost cordial which felt weird,and maybe you should have taken that as a sign that this was destined for doom but you shrugged it off. You were here for fun and not everything had to be serious, which made your skin crawl because you knew that wasn’t the same mindset of the girl next to you but it was the one you were stuck in. 

“So have you thought anymore about Peter’s offer?” It never happened on purpose, the dreaded swing back. An end to almost every interaction that you have with anyone at this point, never really detangling yourself from those that left your world rocky. 

You know your brother doesn’t mean it maliciously, but you can’t help but glare at him every single time he brings up the offer. A step into the same world as those that used to be your pillars, the ones that created your world as it once had been. 

Sighing, your eyes divert as you notice the hopeful look of both your lunch companions. “You know I haven’t Cars, you know that it isn’t the only offer I have and there’s no reason to even entertain it. I have school.” Despite the want for your voice to be strong, almost commanding, it wavers on each syllable. “I don’t need another distraction. I want to do well.” 

Before you even finish you can sense the change in his body language, jaw stiffening and eyes rolling. “Personally I think it’s time you stop running from what you’re actually good at.” 

Your mouth opens, just slightly, as your tongue dips out to wet your lips. “You know damn well that I won’t ever truly become part of that world, not full time.” The low simmering anger, the one that exists in you at all times, starts to heat up. You know where this is going, where it has gone for the past couple months. 

“Running from dad and who he was isn’t going to make you happy, we both know that.” The words were out of his mouth, put out into the world, but it was almost like you lost your ability to hear. It wasn’t healthy, your coping mechanism with your father, and you know that but at the end of the day you still weren’t ready to change. It almost felt too familiar, too cozy, and the thought of more change scared you. 

An answer for his statement never came, just your footsteps in the light layer of already melting snow as you walked back into the building. The loud chatter within the food court of your student union masking your emotions, as Cassie stumbled to thank your brother for having a meal with the both of you. Only the brief reflection of them parting indicated what happened at the scene you left behind as you conceal yourself within the wave of people all heading for the coffee bar. 

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A small stack of papers go flying through the air, hand slamming down on the large oval table. “We can’t keep acting like expansion is impossible! The world needs different types of technology so let’s give it to them!” Kate leers over the table, glaring at the projection of their end of year statements. 

You could feel the tension in the room, everyone was just a bit too scared to fight their boss. “Ms. Bishop, what….what would you mother do in this moment?” Apparently not everyone was scared, a single older man raising his hand with a strict look on his face. 

The young girl blinks, straightening her back as she stares down the table. Her jaw sets and she uses the moment of quiet to smooth down her blazer lapels. Kate settles down in her chair, allowing the smooth soft leather to calm her down more before she speaks. “Maybe you should remember where my mother got this company, yes? At the brink of forced federal shutdown, and practically bankrupt when our combined assets were seized. She destroyed the reputation of this company, disruption within the entire field, because she wanted to be rich. When I took the seat, and responsibility, of this company I swore that I would bring it back to what it could be but you all want to stay what my mother created. If that is true then security can escort you out because I will not be working with criminals. Meeting is dismissed and you all are required to go home, do not return to this building until or unless your mindset changes. We are not villains in this company and I will not entertain the idea of such ideals either.” 

Slowly each person leaves, shock on their face after being practically punished by such a young girl. They had always thought that she would be a fun loving kid, the one that was barely a good secretary but they knew she was growing into a good firm CEO. 

Letting the door lock behind the last person to leave, Kate leans back with her feet on the wood table. Sighing she rubs her hand along her face, staring out at the skyline. Her mind drifts as she tries to settle her heart rate. Memories of her favorite times plague her mind.  

“You wouldn’t dare, Mutt!” Her words held no real venom, voice cracking with laughter as she tried her hardest to keep the nerf gun aimed properly. The ginger staring down Kate as she holds you in a chokehold, her own gun against your temple. 

The body behind you shifts, the arm loose around your neck. “Bring it on, old lady, I’ll pull the trigger. I ain’t no scared lil bitch!” Everyone in the room cracks up at your girlfriend’s random accent that she puts on. 

Neither of you noticed Wanda, hovering in the back, eyes gleaming ruby. Just a tilt of her head and the brunette’s nerf gun is hovering above her hand, the two of you separated slowly. Her hands land on you and Nat is tackling Kate next to you. “Well hello, my little one. No one keeps you hostage but me, understood?” Her voice is deep, smooth as her lips move directly against your ear. 

The sight of the ginger straddling the younger girl below you, hand wrapped around her throat as the two kiss messily. You can’t help the whimper that falls from your mouth, teeth tugging at your bottom lip as you try to focus on the feeling of Wanda’s hands on you, but you can’t help as your attention is pulled to the wetness growing between your thighs as you watch the beginning of dry humping. 

“Now, if Mommy’s little girl doesn’t start paying attention I’m not going to be able to take care of that issue growing between your pretty little thighs. Are you my brainless obedient hostage or not?” Her nails grips at your hips now, digging painfully into you as she tugs you backwards into her. Her bulge is prominent as she grinds purposefully into your ass. 

You can’t help but get lost in the sensation, arching your back as much as you can to feel more of the woman behind you. The sound of the witch’s annoyed sigh only turns you on more, as she lets one of her hands claw at your jaw–forcing you to nod your head. “Such a stupid little slut already?” Her other hand is pushing its way into your pants, fingers roughly swiping along your wet folds. “Do you want to play a game with Mommy?” 

Even though you are eagerly nodding your head, the claws that dig into you are forcing your head up and down as well. A sharp whistle makes you flinch, the piercing sound right in your ear as the woman behind you calls for the attention of the others. “It’s time for the puppy to learn how to breed our pretty little fucktoy.” 

Kate practically falls out of her chair at a gentle knock, the door disengaging as her secretary pops her head in. “Are you staying late? I can stay so you're not alone.” Her sympathetic smile makes the young brunette feel almost pathetic. 

Pulling herself up, politely she dismisses her and lets her know that she too is heading out. That she has a busy night ahead of her with some very important plans, but had just lost track of time. The brunette spends the next few minutes cleaning up, taking great care to make sure that her co-worker is fully out of the building before starting her descent down the stairs. A heavy sigh as she pulls up Doordash for some random pizza shop, trying once more to find a place that can take the place of her once favorite parlor.  -----------------------------------------------------------------------

Crickets softly chirp, a sound in the early night that still brings a soft smile to the blonde’s face, under the slowly raising moon. A chill is settling over the dead grass and bare branches, a sure indicator that another night time snow fall is approaching. It’s been a while since she felt like this, everyone around her had been so stressed out and tense but she just wanted the world back as she had fallen in love with it. That’s selfish but it’s what she wanted, even though she knows that the pain and despair she is going through is bare minimum compared to her closest people. 

“You know, when we were younger mom would also find you fallen asleep out here. She used to say that you were meant for the night. Viridescent in the moonlight.” Natasha’s smile is forced, and her younger sister can see it from a mile away. It had been for months now, if not even longer but it’s only gotten worse as each day passed.  

The hum is soft, barely loud enough to even be noted in the noise of nature. “I miss them.” Her voice breaks causing her to flinch at the obvious weakness she displayed, a quick flash too early in the conversation. 

Wrapping her arms around the blonde, the older woman takes a moment to press a kiss to her temple before rocking with her. “They loved you so much Y. You don’t even understand. When you came to us, god, that was it. We were complete and we all wanted to protect you so much. I wish we would have done a better job, we kind of failed there.” Even as the ginger looks out into the yard, a newly installed play gym shines in the dim light, she can’t help but let her mind wander to some of the best years she had in this neighborhood. 

“You…Sha, you say Mama and Daddy loved me and I knew that but why do step straight to them?” Yelena blinks up at her sister, relishing in the first sign of emotion from her. She watches her contemplate for a while, silence filled with the chirping of crickets, before she stutters out a few syllables. It ends in a stubborn snap of her jaw, the muscles there tensing as she clenches her mouth shut. “I just believe that they would enjoy it here. We will reunite with Mama soon and maybe by the grace of the gods Daddy will show, but we have people we love here. They once said that we find love grasp on tight, you remember?” 

Natasha nods, hot heavy tears filling her eyes. Forcing them down, she tries to chuckle. “The idea of that man being graced by the gods is hilarious, if anything that man would make it back to Yav in the form of one of Mom’s pigs.” At the dead end glare she receives the older woman gulps, trying to collect her thoughts. “Okay, I had to walk away. Okay? Okay. I think everyone can agree that I had to. I had no other choice but to remove myself from the situation. It wasn’t fun or nice but I had to. I had to. I had to Y. Okay?” It wasn’t on purpose but her voice was getting louder and her younger sister could see the anger and desperation rising in her. 

Pulling away to sit directly facing her sister, Yelena takes a deep breath as she goes through her thoughts. She knew that it wasn’t going to be easy and that she needed to take her time, but at the same time it had to be direct and quick to make sure that Natasha didn’t run. “The situation did not require leaving, you should never leave and even Daddy spoke to that. Do you not realize that staying would have allowed you to growth instead of leaving and the entire would becoming rubble?” Internally she flinched, the words spoken were harsh but she knew what she wanted out of this. At the end of the day, she herself was angry. Her sister walked away, without a fight, and the blonde knew that she was in the wrong. No matter how much she may idolize her older sibling she has to knock her off that pedestal once in a while. 

The two sit there, for almost an hour, in silence. It’s agonizing and tedious, a feat that almost feels athletic but it ends with Yelena retreating. A gentle kiss to the ginger’s forehead as she sighs, shaking her head and heading back into the house to allow her to have some time in a calm isolation. 

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Your brow was dripping slightly, the back of your hand doing barely anything to stop the droplet from stinging your eyes. A chorus of laughter echoes in your ears as you stare down at the facetime call, both Peter and America are frantically running towards your shared destination. “Okay, whoever gets there first needs to make sure that they try and get them to honor our reservation!” 

The boy yelps as he nods, the world rushing as he swings towards the science wing of campus. “I’m gonna beat you both!” He’s laughing loudly as he flips about, and for a moment everything almost seems normal. Just a couple college friends trying to finish some research, all of you aiming to practically overdose on caffeine. 

Trying to focus on not tripping as you exit the gym and keep up with conversation as America runs across campus, the rapid wind being Peter’s only real contribution to the call, you almost miss running straight into someone. Dropping your phone, the dreaded clatter never came and you realize that the beloved item is hovering within a glowing red orb. 

“You truly are just a clumsy little thing, you know?” Her voice is quiet, almost hesitant, as she looks up at you through her lashes. 

Frantically reaching up to your air pod you hang up your call before your friends can realize who you just ran into, literally, as you try to scramble your brain into thinking of any sort of retort. “Um.. I-” Your vision blurs slightly, but it’s then you realize she’s still crystal clear. The world around her is blurry and fogged, but as per usual she’s the brightest thing to exist. 

She smiles, a sullen thing pulling her lips, and shakes her head. “I just missed you, but you don’t have to reply.” A quick shush stops your arguing and her eyes dim for a moment. “It’s not fair of me but I just wanted to see you, just for a moment. I could never stay too far away from you for long could I?” There’s a slight cocky tone to her voice as she expresses her thoughts, her body straightening as she realizes you still react the same way towards her. 

“Why.. um.. Why didn’t you call me? I would have answered. I always would.” You try to reassure her or maybe that’s all for you, but you can’t help the words as they pour out of you. “You don’t need to miss me, I’m always at your access if you need me. We always promised that and I don’t ever want to break that promise.” 

The older woman chuckles, almost in spite of herself while she takes a few steps away. Her magic forces its way into your hand as it sets your phone there, waiting patiently for you to catch up to what was happening. It’s the last thing you feel, her scent pulling away as she moves farther backwards.

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The door closes behind her, a barely warm pizza in hand. It doesn’t smell very appetizing, but anything with cheese should do the trick nowadays. The feeling is instant, the box hitting the counter without a sound. An arrowhead slips down her fingers almost at an instant, swinging around the young girl tries to play her paranoia off casually but her shock is something she can’t. There bent over the chair is Wanda, almost in a frantic state. Her face is flushed and wet with tear stains. Her demeanor is nothing like the CEO is used to but she knows their lives have changed a lot. “W-Wanda? Are you okay? What happened?” Her concern for not only the woman in front of her, but those that connect the two takes over. 

“Please I just want to see someone, anyone. Please. Where is Tommy? Billy? I’m begging you, I’ll do anything.” The woman is sobbing, the words slurring together as she struggles to stand up. There were dark circles under her eyes, and her frame was thin. It almost looked like she had spent weeks searching for these people, but Kate was completely confused. Who was she even speaking of? Did she find a whole new group in just a couple of months? 

Taking a step towards the crouched older woman was a mistake, causing her to practically fling herself backwards. For the first time the young girl stopped, head tilting in confusion and her hand falling to her side, Wanda was scared. It was something that she never saw before, and felt like even on the battlefield she had never even seen an ounce of hesitation from her. 

Slowly Kate slips to the floor, setting the arrowhead out in front of her so that she could seem less like a threat. “Hi, Wanda? Do you know who I am?” She was starting to think that maybe she suffered some kind of brain injury or maybe she was on some sort of drug. 

The frantic woman’s bloodshot eyes snap to match the calm dark waves, and it seems to help her breath a bit better. She shakes her head, pushing away until her back can hit the wall. “I don’t… I don’t know who you are. Am I supposed to?” 

It was a possibility, a small chance, and Kate knew that it was there but hearing it stung. A woman that not only did she look up to but also had grown a large liking to doesn’t know who she is. Though the hurt was sharp, and overwhelming, the young hero tried her hardest to ignore it. She had to save the woman in front of her, she had to make sure that she was taken somewhere that they could restore her memory. 

As gently as possible the archer reaches out, palm upwards. “Can I touch you?” Her voice was soft, almost as if she was talking to a sleeping baby. At the shy nod of Wanda’s head, she smiles. It’s not a beam or bright, but almost like the beginning rays of the sunrise–soft and warm. 

Her hand never makes it there, never touching what looks like a soft sweater, instead the world blacks out and it almost feels like Kate falls into a black hole. 

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Natasha had grown accustomed to darkness, the time of day when even the moon goes to bed. It happened to be one of her favorite times of the day, a peace that was laid over her like a blanket. When everyone else wanted to do everything during the day, she just wanted to wait for the shadow of night. She worked and thought best at the latest of times, and sometimes that backfired on her; as it was currently. 

She knew that her world was crumbling, but didn’t the destruction start two years ago? The daily life she had created was put on a pause and when she was able to hit play again, the script was rewritten. She was so far behind on rewrites and the new cast members that catching up was impossible, so she went along with what she knew. 

It’s not like she didn’t enjoy everything, nor did she not finally fall into a groove but the foundation she created was not the one everyone stood on. No, instead it had almost felt like a bridge–one laid upon the old foundation. It was strong but it was heavy upon the slowly cracking stone holding it up, time was the only thing in the way of the wreckage. 

For now this was her life, time in the neighborhood that could have been her identity. She could have been part of that family across the way, the one that is sleeping soundly currently and will wake up and get their children to school before heading to work. Maybe she would have been part of the couple that have three dogs and a cat, and work remote jobs so that they can travel the world together. 

Gulping down a thought, she hates to have the visions cross her mind. It could have been her and maybe someone else. Someone else right next to her, smiling and laughing; crying and healing. They could have survived the world together, but the fights would be corporate life and monthly bills. The two of them could have dogs and a cat or two, maybe even a kid if they really wanted. It’s a vision she sees every time she lets her eyes scan the backyard, fairy lights now twinkling dimly to allow enough lighting for safety. 

It’s then when she sees two small crimson orbs, floating. A sense of dread and urgency sinks in her stomach, her fight or flight kicking in and the need to grasp at her widow bites strong. As the circles approach, the figure being illuminated by the string of twinkling dots, Natasha realizes the familiar feeling. Taking her back to Sokovia twelve years ago, she realizes Wanda is the one once again hiding in the shadows; but this time Strucker is not a part of it. 

“Well hello Agent Romanoff.” Her voice was deeper, a bit of that old rage still there. “What are you doing out here, all alone?” 

Despite the girl being far enough out that Natasha could easily escape her, she still felt an overwhelming sense of danger. She knew what this Wanda was capable of, even if it was barely a fraction of what current age Wanda could do, and that was enough for her to let her widow bites activate. She doesn’t give the young girl the sense of pride to speak back to her, just stand at the ready. She couldn’t let her have a moment of the upper hand, she refused to feel her hex again. 

Wanda tilts her head, a mockingly curious look on her face. “Why do you seem so scared, aren’t you the great Black Widow?” She smiles widely, every single one of her teeth shining a faint red as her eyes pulse with her magic. “Or maybe it’s because your best friend Tony Stark isn’t here?” 

Blinking, slowly, Natasha tries to piece together what was happening. What does she mean? Did she lose her memory in the past couple months? Originally she had thought that maybe her magic had consumed her and that it reverted her back to a darker sense of dress, but the way she speaks isn’t something she understands. 

The one thing she is conscious of is the growing ruby orb rolling around in Wanda’s left hand, and the rapidly expanding magic glow around her. The presence of the magic was stronger than almost every moment Natasha had ever seen of the other woman. It scared her and that was the only thing that saved her as she jumped out of the way of the impending attack. 

Except it never happened, the world blurring almost as if her magic stole the ginger’s sight. 

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Chaos, that’s the only word that can really describe what is happening. It’s only a moment after the world blacked out, only a moment since three lives were blurred and melted back together. 

You didn’t really understand what happened, just a moment ago you  were staring at Wanda for the first time in months and now you were in some random room with people freaking out all around you. She was standing, somewhat away, trapped in a box. She looked confused, but almost at peace, and you wanted to help her. She had been caged before and you never wanted her to ever feel like that again. You didn’t even get to take one step towards her before you watched her start to glitch, almost like a computer screen, before she just disappeared. 

Swinging your head around you tried to find someone who would tell you what was happening, but that’s when you saw her. Kate, your archer, wait no. Kate. Just Kate. She was on her knees, talking to another Wanda who was curled up in a ball crying. It was only another second before that one turned to static. You watched as the brunette frantically stood up, begging for help from the first person she could find. 

Next to her, with shocked eyes, stood Natasha. Her arm is held up by the CEO as her voice gets caught in her throat, but her other hand is outstretched to where a crimson fog is dissipating. The two stare at each other for a moment before Kate apologizes, trying to leave the situation in a professional way. 

In the crowd you blend in, hiding yourself as agents and other Avengers run around. There’s screens and machines all around, things you don’t really understand as everyone is trying to piece together what could be happening. You almost couldn’t tell if you wanted to be seen by the other girl, or even by the widow. Your soul and heart craved her attention, and you knew that your body would relax just from the sight of the ginger’s eyes, but how could you look at them? You had destroyed their lives and now you must live in the ruins of it. 

“ENOUGH!” The loud voice of Dr. Strange freezes everyone, and for a time you think you’re safe. It’s until everyone turns to you, the summoning from the stupid wizard, that for the first time you drown in the salty blue of the eyes you missed most. It was pain, a stabbing through your soul that you knew you would never survive. The need for her attention, even the most miniscule amount of it, was like oxygen. You need it to live, and for the past few months you had none. 

You weren’t sure what any one spoke of, people pushing and shoving not only you but the other two to the center of the floor. A large table there that now seated the rest of the Avengers, three empty chairs left. Even though there is yelling and arguing around, you can’t help but stop. You want to just look at them, forcing your eyes away from Kate was a mistake as you struggle to stay still. You wanted to run to the widow, get on your knees and beg her to come back. 

It was a clearing of a throat that interrupts your thoughts, stern and firm. “We need to discuss Wanda.”

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[momowritings]

Where Your Heart Lies

Summary: You thought if you let the past behind you can finally move on. Of course, nothing is ever that easy. wct: 4.2k

Song inspo: Moth to a Flame- Swedish Mafia House, The Weeknd

MDNI: 19+, warnings: rough sex, oral sex (m receiving), fingering, pet names (pretty, baby), degradation, cheating, a bit of edging, angst, no happy ending rahhh

Preview: “It’s like you’re trying to eat me alive, pretty,” Toji groaned when you decided to sink your teeth in his shoulder. It’s true, that’s all you wanted to do when you were around him, but he was acting as though his fingers weren’t petting the wetness that soaked your panties....

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“The number you are trying to reach is unavailable at this time. Please leave a messa—”

You groaned into your phone. For once you tried to come home early and make a nice dinner for your boyfriend, no, your fiancé, but since it was a surprise he was still working. Supposedly. Hopefully.

You hung up then sighed. You felt pathetic. Staring down at the stupid plates you set out, the stupid expensive wine that you got at your engagement party, the stupid, cheesy candles you lit, it was like it was all a big charade and they would all come to life and start laughing at you. Your phone lets out a low vibration on the table and you lunge to pick it up, only for it to be an unknown number calling you. You stared at the string of numbers in confusion. You didn’t save it so it must’ve been a wrong caller, and you watched it ring through until you were staring at your reflection in the dark screen. 

You sighed and picked up the empty wine glasses to place them back in the cabinet, but went back to pour yourself a drink because you deserved it. You swirled the drink around in the cup, watching the whirlpool form in the center of your cup before your phone started to buzz again. You looked down at it curiously, and it was the same unknown number that had called you earlier. In fact, the longer that you looked at it, you remembered that this number has called you multiple times before over the month. You didn’t have it memorized, but the last four did look familiar. 

You stared at your phone ringing and picked it up on the final ring, slowly bringing it up to your ear. 

“Hello?”

“I thought you would never pick up,” drawled a voice. His voice was itching a part of your brain but the tunnel of time was shrouding its familiarity.

“Who is this?”

“Don’t say you forgot me already, pretty girl.”

Pretty girl. There was only one person who ever called you that, and the floodgates in your mind unlocked and the memories started pouring in. Years ago when you were a totally different person who held little to no morals. You worked hard to forget that part of your life, to completely change your image, but the devil himself couldn’t seem to let you go. Your grip on the wine glass stem tightened as your voice strained. 

“How did you get my number, Toji?”

He scoffed on the other line. “It wasn’t that hard. You seemed to forget everything you learned once you left the group. How’d you manage to do that anyways?”

“Why? You finally got tired of them?”

“No, but I miss my partner.”

“What do you want?” You cut straight to the point, not wanting to play around with him anymore. Your phone buzzed again and it was a text from none other than your fiancé, telling you that he went out with his friends. You remembered when your friends told you how perfect he was for you but the text only made you frown. 

“You see, I need a place to sleep tonight. I—“

“Toji.”

“Don’t be like that. It’ll be just like old times.”

“We used to sleep together in old times.”

“I can keep my hands to myself,” he said, but you could hear him smiling. “And you can’t really say no. I’m at the front door.”

In the same moment you heard a succinct knock at the foyer. You looked back at the phone but he already hung up, leaving you no other choice but to meet him there. 

You approached the door cautiously, peeking through the looking hole and gasping once you saw that his frame was really there. The pale moonlight couldn’t soften the sharp lines of his body, a body that you knew all too well. 

You opened the door but left the glass storm door closed to see all of Toji without letting him inside. 

“Hey pretty, got anything to eat?” He grinned at you, the scar on his lip stretching wide. “Gonna let me in?”

“How did you find out where I live?”

“You might have forgotten the group but they keep tabs on everyone. Even ex-members,” he said tiredly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. It brought goosebumps to your skin knowing that you were never really free. You just found a larger cage. 

“It’s kinda cold out here,” he said and shook your door handle. Against your better judgment you unlocked it to let him in. His heavy boots echoed on the tile floor, his frame filled the door before fully stepping inside. He whistled once he was shelled from the nipping wind outside. “Nice place,” he picked up a porcelain pumpkin that you had sitting on a decorative table you had. He carefully put it back down and gave you a wolfish smile. “I’m starving.” 

“I might have something,” you mumbled and pushed past him to the dining area. He followed close behind and you were suddenly aware of how many times you were blinking. When you reached the table Toji saw the food that was still left out there and cocked his head to the side. 

“All this for me? You shouldn’t have.”

“Do you want to eat or not?”

“Seems like you were waiting for somebody else. Was it that boyfriend of yours?”

You felt your heart quicken in your chest. You were standing on the other side of the table, gripping the chair so hard you knuckles were devoid of color. 

“You know about him?”

“I know that you could do better,” he opened the covered plate that was meant for your fiance and picked at a potato wedge. “This is good. He’s really missing out.”

“Would that better be you?” You dared a glance at him and Toji stopped chewing. You saw his neck move as he swallowed the food in his mouth as he slowly made his way towards you. Your feet were cemented into the floor, blood rushing in your ears. 

“Do you think I’m better? I know that I can fuck you just how you like it,” Toji smirked. He pulled you closer to his body by your waist and you saw his face up close. He looked the same after all this time, even though it has only been five years since you decided to up and leave. Your eyes carefully traced his features. The deep eyes, his thick eyebrows, his full lips. They were forever etched into your mind.

Toji brushed a stray hair strand out of your face and frowned. “What happened to the curls? You swore that you would never straighten your hair.”

“I wanted to try something new,” you murmured. You tried to push his hand away but he just held your chin instead, forcing you to look up at him. You held his gaze but couldn’t name what emotion swam in his eyes. His hands were like hot brands searing through your clothes and you weren’t sure how much more of it you could take.

“Why’d you leave?”

It was the question that has plagued him for years. You left him, and he was so sure that it would be the other way around. He felt blindsided by your disappearance, and it bothered him more than he thought it would.

“I found someone,” you started, looking everywhere but Toji. “He made me feel good. Normal. Like I could start over,” you said quietly. The only other sound that could be heard were the ticks of your clock deep inside the house. 

“Is that so?” He murmured. You gave a slight nod but still avoided his eyes. “Is this the house you two share?”

“Yes...”

“But he’s not here. Where is he, baby?”

That was the million dollar question wasn’t it. You had no idea where your fiancé was, and he could walk in at any moment, but you couldn’t push Toji away. 

“I’ve seen the both of you together, you know? He looks like he’s got a stick up his ass, but any dumbass with eyes can tell that he cares for you, which only makes me fucking sick.” 

He leaned into your face, the hold on your chin growing tighter, and you forced yourself to look at his eyebrows instead of his intense eyes.

“Did you really move on from me that quickly? After everything we’ve been through?”

You thought about how you called Toji’s number hundreds of times during the first year. You all used burner phones in the group, and you knew the rotation. You knew that it would be a deadline but it was one of the few things you still had of his, and you clung to it for as long as you could. 

“I needed to. You should leave. We- We can’t do this,” you whispered. 

“Do you even mean that?” 

Toji held your waist tight and leaned down to kiss you. Your body froze up as he pressed his lips against yours, but he didn’t push it any further. He rested them on top of yours, waiting for you to push him away but you never did. Like a moth to a flame his soft touch only drew you in closer. You clutched the fabric on his chest like a lifeline and returned the kiss, gingerly wiping your tongue into his mouth.

You realized in that moment that the time spent away was fruitless. His lips were never forgotten and you moaned into his mouth. Toji took it as a good sign, tipping your head back to deepen the kiss. His large hand rested on the base of your neck, wrapping his fingers around your throat and slowly inching up until your heart was rapidly pulsing against his palm. You grabbed his shirt in your fist. If you were a better person you would push him away. You would push him away and tell him that you weren’t going to do this to your fiance, because you loved him very much, because you were going to get married in a few weeks, and you would tell him to leave.

That was the plan in your head, but Toji’s tongue explored your mouth and  everything in your head melted. You felt drunk off the kiss, sliding your other hand into the back of his head and kissing him harder. Then it was Toji’s turn to moan, pushing you back until you hit the dining table. Your hand shot out behind you to catch yourself, breaking the kiss for only a second, but he used that time to attack your neck. Heavy gasps left your lips while he sucked on the junction of your neck, and he eased you to sit on the table, spreading your legs so that they would wrap around his waist. You busied your hands with the task of pushing off his jacket, then warmed your fingers over his chest, searching for an opening to take off his clothes. You felt feral, an aching hunger for this man that you can’t shake off no matter how hard you try. 

“It’s like you’re trying to eat me alive, pretty,” Toji groaned when you decided to sink your teeth in his shoulder. It’s true, that’s all you wanted to do when you were around him, but he was acting as though his fingers weren’t petting the wetness that soaked your panties. He was teasing you, applying pressure to everywhere except where it mattered, and you looked up at him with watery eyes. He loved that look on you, so needy. On the verge of tears. He took your lips again, shoving your dress up at your waist and slipping your underwear off in one fluid movement that made you gasp. He pocketed the undergarment instead of throwing it across the room. You mumbled something on his lips to scold him but it was lost as soon as his fingers plunged inside of you, singeing all coherent thoughts in your mind up in smoke. 

Toji’s mouth never left your skin. If they weren’t on your lips, he was nibbled at your ear, or sucked on your collarbone, or kissed your shoulder, all while keeping a steady pace of fucking you with his hand. With only two fingers in your pussy he was on the fast track to making you come on his fingers. Labored breaths heaved out of your mouth as he continued to scissor his fingers in your sex and circle your clit with his thumb. He crooned into your ear, saying words that you have been dying to hear because you were too embarrassed to tell your fiancé what you really wanted, making your first orgasm sugary sweet despite his filthy words. 

“You’re gonna make a mess all over the table,” he chuckled, pulling his hand out for a moment to see your essence webbing in between your fingers. He brought it up to his mouth, salaciously licking his hand clean all while keeping eye contact with you. “I’m not saying your cooking isn’t good but nothing’s beating this.” 

You shifted uncomfortably on the table, your sex missing his fingers as it clenched around nothing. He stuffed the fingers he just cleaned into your mouth, surprising you for a moment but you knew what to do. You could still taste yourself on his skin. Sucking his fingers made you want more, and you moaned as he slightly thrusted them deeper into your mouth. 

“You’ve been needing me this bad? Looks like I don’t even have to fuck you,” he smirked. “Are you going to get off from a couple of fingers in your mouth?” You wished that you had some pride left in you, but you didn’t, not when it came to Toji, so you nodded and groaned just like he expected you to. Heat bloomed from your core and you grind your hips on the table. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth with a pop, then grabbed your throat and smashed his lips against yours. Blindly following suit, you held him as tight as you possibly could, your head getting lightheaded from the lack of air. With his hand still on your neck he slid you off of the table to stand up straight. It was almost too hard of a task for you to do. Your sex ached almost painfully, just hoping that he would give you anything. When he parted from your mouth, you stared at his spit covered lips and felt hazy. 

“On your knees, pretty,” he whispered, and like there were magnets on the floor you dropped down to the cool tile. Toji’s bulge was eye level, and you carefully tugged on his zipper to try to free him. When you pulled his length out of his pants, the tip was a raging pink with a bead of precome sitting on top. You pumped your hand around him, looking up with reverent eyes as his eyelashes fluttered from your touch. There was no preamble with your mouth as you took him in as far back as you could. Unlike Toji, you weren’t one for teasing. Not in this state. You filled your mouth with him, not stopping until your nose was tickeled by the hair on his pelvis. Toji watched you in awe as you gagged on his cock. Your hands tightened around his thighs, clenching him tighter when you were having a hard time breathing. 

Toji couldn’t resist himself when he took his hand and pushed you down his length. He was so overwhelmed with the feeling of your tongue on the underside of his cock and how you were still gently massaging his balls that he got a little angry. Angry at the fact that you’ve probably done the same thing with your so-called fiancé. He got to see your tear stained face at this angle too and it pissed Toji off the more he thought about it. 

“I could fuck any hole of yours and you’d be happy with that,” he sneered when he held you flush against his pelvis. Your nails dug into his skin but you didn’t tap him, letting him know that he’s going too far. He watched your eyes blow wide and pulled your mouth off of his cock. Only enough to let you breathe, a line of spit still attached to the tip, before sliding you right back down. He did that over and over again until your lips were swollen and drool ran down your chin. Toji felt himself on the precipice of an orgasm and dragged you off and up to his face again, wanting to come somewhere much better than your mouth. Who knows, if you let him stay the night he would give you a pearl necklace for all of your troubles. His hand found your neck again when he melded his lips to yours. From the waist down you were making an embarrassing mess between your legs, one that grew more and more apparent when Toji petted through your drenched folds. 

“Toji, if you’re going to fuck me do it now,” you nearly growled. He roughly turned your around to suck on the junction of your neck. You reached back to hold him close to your body, panting when his hand roamed over the fabric of your dress and kneaded your breast. The heat of his cock seared your lower back and you slipped back into incomprehensible, amorous need for him. You wanted to spread your legs wide for him, but he bent you over the table and bracketed his legs around yours. 

“I need you to understand…” he started, rubbing his length between your ass. You hissed at the movement but tears started to gather in your eyes. The tablecloth bunched tightly in your hands from frustration. You needed him to just ram inside but he wanted to fuck with your first. “…that you were never his. This pretty little pussy was always mine, right?” 

The reason why Toji didn’t let you open your legs just yet was to fuck the inside of your thighs. The tip of his cock rubbed against your aching clit when he slid between you. Your cunt covered him with slick, making it easy for him to slip in between, but the more he thrusted the more of your dignity began to chip away. 

“I bet you still have the pictures we took together. How many times have I fucked you dumb till you cried, baby?” 

“So many times, Toji,” you whined, wiggling your hips to match his hips. “I missed you so much just do something.”

A sharp sting surprised you from behind. Toji smacked your ass hard, then pulled the crown of your scalp to deepen the arch in your back. The table clattered beneath you, and you whimpered at his voice now deep in your ear. 

“Does he know how much of a slut you can be? Begging for another man to fuck you in the home you share together.”

“You haven’t fucked me yet so maybe I’m not that bad,” you spat out. A deep chuckle escaped Toji’s mouth, one that ran down your spine and settled in your tiptoes. You attempted to look back to him but he shoved his cock deep inside of your walls and you froze. It was familiar and new, too much but not enough, all at the same time. Your head dropped and you once again tugged at the table cloth to try to steady yourself but it was futile. Toji barely gave you anytime to adjust from his size before pulling out and slamming back into you. He was longer and thicker than your fiancé, and your future husband never fucked you with such vigor. 

Toji’s hand bruises your hips with his hands, driving his cock deeper than anything that has been inside of you since you’ve been with him last. Staccato sobs rise from your throat and echo around the house. Toji fucks you with reckless abandon, barely holding on since you had used your mouth on him first. He missed this view of you. The curve of your back that had dimples for his thumbs made it impossible for him to control himself. Watching your pussy swallow him was a beautiful sight. He would make sure that you would never forget this night, or dare try to forget about him ever again. 

“Did he ever fuck you, pretty? You’re about to snap my dick in half.”

“D-don’t talk about h-him right now,” you struggled to speak when Toji was churning your insides. 

“You’re right. It doesn’t matter what he did because I did it first and I’m doing it better,” he laughed. Toji was laughing while you squeezed your eyes shut and tried to focus on your breathing. As if he wasn’t reaching the end of you well enough, he lifted one of your legs to rest on the table and crowded over you. His palms stretched out on the table near yours, caging you in and filling your senses with him. Toji was encompassing your whole being and you failed at holding yourself up when he rubbed the spot deep inside of you just right. A violent orgasm threatened to rip through you and Toji could tell. He knew your body so well that he snaked his hand down to you with your clit once again. Stars burst in your vision and you hunched over. 

“I’m about to come,” you rushed out, like that meant anything to him. It was scary how well your body took him, but it was going to end as quickly as it started because Toji needed you to come first. Your swollen clit was going to be the death of you since he focused on it so intently while you begged nonsensical things from him. It all fell on deaf ears because the rhythmic sound of his hips slappingyour ass fueled him to go harder. 

“I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll feel be for days,” he grunted, nearing the end himself. He felt a tightness in his lower back that couldn’t be ignored. He slowed his strokes to focus on precision, aiming to curve right against your g spot and felt triumphant when your legs quivered even harder. 

“Toji fuck fuck fuck—“ You begged for him to slow down but he wouldn’t do that, not when he was so close to a mind blowing orgasm himself. You were shaking and sucking him in when your orgasm took you that he wildly fucked you with all he had left and then some until his legs felt sore. His hips pistoled into yours, emptying his come deep inside and he stood over you for a moment. Toji’s cock filling you up nearly sent you over again. Nothing he could do would ever be enough, but when your breathing and his slowed down the weight of what you did came down on you with a suffocating gravity. 

Toji carefully pulled out of you and stared at the mess he made. Your ass and thighs had a slight red undertone, your sex dripping from both of your orgasms. He wanted to take a picture of it, something that he has done before, but from the way you got off the table he knew that you were putting your walls back up. He tucked himself back in his pants and tried to take your arm to help you steadily sit in a chair but you swatted his help away. 

“Get out,” you said quietly. He thought he misheard you since your face was covered by your hair but you repeated yourself louder. 

“You’re kicking me out?” He asked incredulously. 

“God, Toji don’t you understand? I left you for a reason. I can’t— we can never do that again.” You adjusted your dress on the chair and tried to ignore the way you could feel his come making the fabric wet. 

“Are you mad that we did it or are you mad that you liked it?” Toji stood in front of you with sharp eyes. You couldn’t look at him because he would drag the truth out of you, and the answer was both. You couldn’t believe you gave in so easy and you were mad at how good it felt to be with him again. How pathetically you gave into his whims. You still had an unreasonably soft spot for him despite all of your efforts and you hated it. 

“If you know what’s best for you you’d leave,” you said dully. Toji ran his hand through his hair and paced shortly in front of you. You weren’t budging on your stance. You stared through him, past him like he wasn’t even there anymore. He scoffed, heading towards the door behind you and grabbing the handle. Before he left, you heard him say one last thing to you. 

“We will always take you back. The organization needs someone like you.”

“They have you.”

“I need you.” Those three words nearly broke your resolve. You almost turned around and left with him, leaving everything here behind. But you didn’t. You stayed at the dining table until you heard the front door open and shut. After sitting in silence for what seemed like ages you cleaned up the mess you made feverishly. A gnawing guilt started to eat you from the inside and you called your fiancé one last time. 

“The number you are trying to reach is unavailable at this time. Please leave a message at the tone.”

“I did something that you should never forgive me for , so the wedding’s off. I’ll put the ring on the dresser. I’m leaving. I’m sorry.” 

#minimoe #heavy smut #toji fushiguro #black fem reader #toji x reader #jjk #x black reader #the ex you can't forget

[ashisgreedy]

Richard Jackdaw xF!MC

“In Your Best Nightmares.”

Tags:Smut 18+ | Smut + Fluff | First Time Together | Sex | ‘Corporeal’ Jackdaw |

WC: 4,800

"If another ghost would dare to tell me he likes you, I'll have none of it; and, if a mortal man tries to steal you, I'll haunt his dreams."

"If you can haunt their dreams… then why don’t you visit me in mine?"

MC makes her way through the streets of Hogsmead delicately clutching a small parcel to her chest. Her feet pound the cobblestone as lanterns light her path back to her hamlet, a pleasant floral aroma wafting from the bag in her hands. She was two galleons lighter as she smiled into the night air, her cloak flowing behind her as her home grew in the distance.

“I got it!” She exclaimed, busting her front door open and yelling into the darkness.

She took a few deep breaths and watched the ghost of Richard Jackdaw float languidly down the short hallway from her bedroom.

“They had some in stock?” He smiled, nearing her with curious eyes. He looked down at the small bag in her hands and tried to take a whiff. He frowned when nothing accosted his senses.

“Yes! The shopkeeper said she had even more Blue Lotus flowers in case I wanted more later.” MC smiled and lifted her hand out to the apparition. It melted into his form as she gave him a wide smile. “She said it was guaranteed to produce results as long as I drank enough for my tolerance, that is.”

Richard moved toward her hand, as if he were leaning into her touch, and gazed into her wide eyes. “Well, this first night will be the test run, I suppose. We shall see how much Blue Lotus flower you must take first to induce lucidity.”

“Richard…” She took a deep breath and slid her fingertips in the air along his jawline. “I can’t wait. I want to take it right now and try to fall asleep.”

Jackdaw smiled and let out a small laugh “My dear, it is still early and you’ve yet to have dinner. Please, eat and go about your nightly routine as normal. Trust me, I won’t forget to remind you about the flower.” His hand moved to her face and she felt a tingle of ice race down her spine. It was a very welcome feeling and something she’d grown fond of since their ‘relationship’ had continued past graduation. She agreed and set the parcel down on her small dining table for now. 

Soon, the evening was in full swing. She lit the fireplace and cooked a meal for one in the kitchen as Richard made conversation. He watched her saute mushrooms over her shoulder. Telling her how he’d love to kiss her cheek at this moment, smiling pleasantly when she blushed.

Despite their relationship being full of “If I could’s” and “Where I able’s”, they’d managed a mostly ‘normal’ relationship in their eyes. Albeit, sometimes one or both were frustrated with their predicament, they still managed to work through it and continue in their blissful dream a bit longer.

The question “How long could this possibly last?” hung silently in the air, always unspoken but appearing as a look or even a gesture between them. It couldn’t end just yet, MC was sure of what she wanted. She wanted Richard for as long as they were both happy… or as happy as a phantom and a human could possibly be. Their relationship heavily weighted on emotional support between the two. Richard was her rock in any situation, happy or sad. They grew together and learned how to comfort one another with their words and fill the other's hearts despite touch and warmth being out of the picture.

Tonight's idea, however, could hopefully change their relationship in ways they’d only imagined. He made it known that an ability of his was to find himself in her dreams most nights. It took concentration and effort, but when he took the time to do so, he was able to witness her dreams as if he were part of it. MC rarely remembered her dreams, but one fateful night, when she’d gone to bed well past 3 a.m., she had a short lucid dream that caused something to change. She could see him clear as day, entirely human. She’d woken up, of course, and hugged her pillow tight as they both excitedly recounted their experience. They needed to try that again and for much longer than a few measly seconds.

When dinner was over, she entered her nightly bath. She poured copious amounts of lavender salts, and other calming herbs, to help aid her body in an easy and deep sleep.

Once she was dried off, she rubbed moisturizer over her parched skin and changed into a comfortable silk nightgown. Revisiting the parcel on the table, she peeled it open and removed three dried flowers.

“Starting out strong?” Jackdaw smiled from where he floated above the table.

“I don't want to risk it not working…” She added the fragrant flowers to a teapot and closed the lid.

“We have all the time in the world,” Richard reassured her. “We can try this every night, spirit willing.” He chuckled.

“And body willing,” She started a boiling pot of water on the stove. “I fear lucid dreaming may not be as deep of a sleep as I need… but I don’t rightfully care at the moment.” A grin split her face as all the possibilities filled her mind. They could be anywhere in reality and of their own creation bound only by their imagination. And, hopefully, they could do anything within those dimensions as they saw fit.

“You’ll care when your work suffers the next day.” He moved to the table and looked down at the book that started it all ‘Lucid Dreaming, The Induction Method.’ It was full of recipes and techniques to induce lucid dreaming in those who were unable to do so or didn’t have time to train their minds to do it naturally. The most promising method was making tea out of the Blue Lotus flower. It was known for causing Lucid dreaming and also a mild hallucinogen if taken in large doses.

“Depends on how good the dream is, I may have no regrets whatsoever.” She shot him a playful wink and brought the boiling kettle to her teapot and filled it slowly, making sure not to splash. “You don’t sound very excited.” She accused in a playful tone. She knew Richard well and his tendency to keep people, things, or ideas at arm's length until they proved themselves worthy of his time. This idea was no different. He wouldn’t be truly bubbling over with excitement until it was proven that it could work in the way they’d hoped.

“I am ecstatic, Darling. I assure you.” He gave her a small bow of his head. “I apologize if I don’t come off as such…”

MC watched the clock, waiting for 5 minutes to tick by for the petals to steep, as instructed by the shopkeeper.

“It’s alright, Dear. I know, in your phantasmal heart, you’re practically leaping for joy.”

With that, Richard's mood rose. “You’re smile is contagious as ever. Your excitement is my excitement. Tonight, we will meet each other in your dreams.” He reached out to caress her face, hand phasing through the skin.

She nodded, a surefire smile on her face as she waited for the minutes to tick by.

As the petals finished steeping, MC poured the lilac liquid into a mug. It smelled of honeysuckle and an assortment of fresh-cut berries. She blew on the steaming liquid and took a timid sip. “Mmm! Not bad!” She said, taking another larger sip. The tea tasted as good as it smelled and she had no trouble taking large gulps.

Richard grinned and crossed his arms. “Well, at least it's not repugnant.”

She pointed at him as if she agreed and took a few more deep gulps.

“Don’t drown yourself, Dear.” He shook his head, laughing a bit as she downed the rest of the tea.

“I will drink the second one slower.” She assured, wiping her mouth with the back of her arm. She poured the second cup of tea and held the mug in her hands. “Shall we be off to bed then?” She quirked a brow with a grin.

“We shall,” He offered his arm as a gesture to escort her to bed for the night. She happily pretended to take his arm and they walked down the hall to her room.

“The tea is making me feel a bit hot, I'm going to keep the covers off for now.” She took a large gulp of the tea and sat it on her bedside table.

“Where shall we try to go?” Richard floated through the room to the unoccupied side of the bed. “The book said, focus on a place until you can visualize it and allow it to build around you in your dream.” Richard sat on the bed next to her weightlessly.

“I was thinking, something as simple as just our bedroom?” She gestured to the familiar space. “I can easily visualize this. If this works, we can go to more complicated places next time.” She yawed, fluffing her pillow as she rested her head on it.

Jackdaw reclined back against the headboard with a wistful gaze. “Shall I sing you to sleep?” He jokingly offered.

“Oh god, no.” She laughed and lay on her side, facing him. “If I wanted to listen to a goose strangling itself, I’d go to upper Hogsfield.”

Richard balked at her comment. “Alright, Alright,” He laughed. “No singing then. Maybe I can tell you a bedtime story?”

MC yawned again and blinked her bleary eyes. The hot lavender bath and the tea settling in her belly seemed to be doing the work of making her whole body relax. She gazed out her bedroom window and focused on the twinkling stars in the night sky.

“I think I will be asleep soon, my dear.” She yawed again, kicking the blankets to the side. “Meet me in my dream, will you?”

“Of course, my love. I will be there.”

His smile was the last thing she saw before closing her eyes. Her breathing was steady and soft, as her whole body relaxed. Soon, she was slipping into the land of dreams.

Darkness prevailed as her mind floated in space. There was a whisper in the distance and MC blinked into the abyss. There was nothing but the void as she slowly became conscious of her surroundings. Another sound came from behind her and she moved her head.

“Hello?” She called out, her voice feeling inadequate in the vastness of the space.

“MC…” The masculine voice came again.

“That's my name.” She said straining her eyes to try and see anything from where the voice was coming from.

“Visualize! Remember?” The voice was closer. “Visualize the bedroom.”

She was confused and let the words wash over her. “The bedroom? What bedroom?" Her mind wandered.

“Visualize your bed.” The voice was right behind her. She spun again but no one was there.

The longer she was in that space, the more memories flooded into her head. She knew that voice. “Oh… right.”

“Remember? The tea? You’re dreaming.” Richard’s voice rang out from all around.

“I’m dreaming!” With her realization, the ground beneath her faded and she was falling. It didn’t feel scary to her, it was exhilarating as the butterflies swarmed in her tummy. She smiled and began to visualize her room. She pictured the bookcase in the corner, the lamp to her right, and the window showing off her small garden on the left.

Soon swirls of blue began to move around the edges of her vision. Her falling slowed to a hover and her room began to form around her. She visualized the navy blue bedsheets and the fuzzy plush carpet, her ceiling with one exposed wooden beam through the middle.

Before she knew it, she was standing in the middle of her familiar bedroom. Things were off, like a candle stick instead of a lamp. The bookshelf was empty instead of filled to the brim with collectibles and knickknacks from her adventures.

A knock came over the door and she flinched. She walked over curiously, feet sliding over the plush carpet as her heart raced. Who could be trying to enter her bedroom this late at night?

“Hello? Who’s there?!” She asked, hand squeezing the bronze knob.

“It’s me, darling.” Richard's voice was muffled by the door. “I-...” His voice trailed off. “It’s your boyfriend.”

Her mind snapped into place. Oh, she was dreaming, and she was lucid! Very lucid! She lifted her hands to her face and made fists. She had all 10 fingers and toes. She was MC, and this was a dream she induced herself. “Ha!”

She swung the door open and smiled at the man on the other end. He was devastatingly handsome, standing several inches taller than herself. His brown wavy hair was perfectly styled. He wore clothes that were several years out of fashion as he clasped his hands at his waist.

“Boyfriend?” She grinned up at him. “I didn’t think we had a label.”

Richard’s features were twisted with emotion as he reached out for her. “Would you like a label?” He asked, stepping closer and finally, finally, touching her face.

MC’s chest squeezed as she closed her eyes allowing the first feeling of his warm touch to wash over her. “Oh.” She bit her lip to stop it from quivering as he caressed her cheek. Not a single chill down her spine, nor an icy prickle on the back of her neck.

His hand moved through her hair and he looked every bit as misty-eyed as she was.

“Your hair…” He let it fall between his fingers “It’s so soft, like silk.”

She cupped his face, brushing a thumb under his eye. “You’re eyes are such a pretty shade.”

A warm smile grew over Jackdaw's face, his dark lashes fanning as he looked down at her hands cupping his cheeks. “I’ve never gotten that compliment before having brown eyes.” His voice wavered with emotion.

“There's a hint of gold flecks in the center…” She added, moving closer to take him into an embrace while still gazing into his eyes. They wrapped their arms around one another, pressing their foreheads together. Richard's hand ran up and down the center of her back, gliding along her silk night dress.

She drank in his corporeal features, very solid, and very vivid. His skin was pale, and smooth, with a single thin scar dashing through his right eyebrow. She smiled and lovingly rubbed the tiny blemish with her thumb.

He drank in a shaky breath “I just want to hold you for as long as I can.”

The bed springs creek under their combined weight as they settle into the mattress. Finally, Richard was able to occupy the empty space meant for him on their bed.

MC giggled, feeling his arms wrap tight around her and their legs twine together.

“It worked… it actually worked.” She whispered, unable to wipe the smile from her face. She played with a piece of his dark wavy hair as his large hand splayed over her stomach.

“It worked… I-I can’t even describe how I’m feeling at this moment.” His eyes looked between both of hers and then down to her lips. “I never want this to end…”

“We have all night…” She answers, leaning in closer to his face.

“I long to feel every bit of you, my love. I don’t want to stop until I’ve memorized every inch of your body.” He leaned in as well, taking a breath before pressing his lips to hers.

There it was, the spark… The spark she’d always known was there between them, waiting to be ignited. As their lips met in a new angle, fireworks went off in her heart. It was a profound understanding, a soul-deep knowing, that they were weaved for one another by something much greater than their minds could possibly imagine.

Richard's hand moved to hold the back of her head, holding her into his searing kiss. His brows were knitted, and she wondered if being here like this took more concentration than he’d previously led on.

“Richard,” She pulled away, worried he might disappear from the dream entirely if they kept on, but his lips slammed back into hers in an instant.

“I can’t stop, I’m addicted.” He spoke between kisses, slipping his tongue past her lips. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted since I met you.”

She welcomed it, wrapping her arms around his neck as he moved to hover over top of her. If he wasn’t concerned, she would not bear the worry as well.

His weight, his precious weight, pressed against her as his soft lips captured hers over and over. It wasn’t long before she was drunk on his kisses, sighing and breathing heavier than before. This was much better than the countless times she’d envisioned this moment.

His hair brushed her cheeks as he moved his lips down her jaw to her ear. He tugged on her lobe gently, nibbling over the cuff of the cartilage.

“Ah…” She let out a pleasurable noise.

“Hm… sensitive ears?” He whispered, running his tongue along the outline. “Let’s see what else I can get away with.” He teased, kissing his way down the curve of her neck.

She gasped when his lips lightly sucked the skin. “Oh… thats nice…” Chills rushed down her arm. 

He moved to kiss her shoulder, lips quirked into a small smile. “I want to know every part of you that makes you gasp, my Darling. So that I may kiss every one of those parts over and over until you are breathless and wanting.”

A sense of pride came over her realizing she made the impossible possible again. She wasn’t sure she’d share this new knowledge with others. Would there be many people who would have the need to touch someone who's long since departed?

His hands moved along her frame, touching every inch of her as he promised. He met her lips again while his hand squeezed her thigh. “Must I ask?”

“No, keep going.” She answered confidently. "And don't stop."

Smooth hands inched their way up her night dress and her heart hammered away in her chest in anticipation of his next move. Her hands moved up and down his back, gently rubbing and caressing him as their tongues mingled.

Their actions were that of two lovers separated for too long and finally coming together at last. Richard’s hands had not stopped, pushing her night dress up until her stomach was exposed. He broke the kiss, eyes connecting with hers. She felt weightless in the wake of his gaze, a look of adoration and starvation riddled his features.

“I love you.” He whispered, his warm hand cupping the side of her face. “I love you more every minute of every day and fall head over heels for you with every smile you give me.”

“Richard…” She swallows the lump that is growing in her throat. “I love you too, and in all things. I love and desire you the most.”

He smiled, eyes crinkling at the corners of the expression. “If I could grow old with you, I would. And if you want to live out a life with me in your dreams, I wouldn’t be opposed.”

They were both smiling now, hugging one another and squeezing tight. She memorized the full sensation of him in her arms, the weight of him pressed against her chest, and the softness of his waves tickling her skin.

“I don’t want this night to end.” The words Richard spoke hung in the air.

“Me neither.” She pulled back, pushing his hair out of his face. “I’m actually curious about some things…” She admitted.

“Such as?” His brow quirked playfully.

“I want to know what you like.”

Understanding washed over his features. “I want to know what you like first.” He kissed her jaw then her neck and that spot on her ear that made her squirm.

She laughed, but the sound quickly turned to a gasp when his lips latched onto the skin and lightly sucked. The thin strap of her nightdress was easy to slip down her shoulders. He stopped kissing her. “I want this off.” He indicated the night dress with a tug.

She nodded eagerly. He sat back on the bed, unbuttoning his shirt while she easily slipped the silk dress off and tossed it to the side. He stopped before he got to the last button and raked his eyes over her nude frame. Swallowing thickly, he pushed off his own shirt and moved to kiss from her neck down to her chest. His hands joined his expedition, moving to cup her breasts just as his lips found their way to them.

She touched his pale skin, nails scratching at his back the more pleasurable his mouth felt on her breasts. He took his time, his tongue sliding this way and that, moving in every way possible to find the one that made her moan the loudest. He was studying her body, needing to know precisely how she liked it to use that to his advantage.

Her fingers twined in his hair, pushing him gently to urge him to go lower. Not much else was needed to make Richard move lower. He was eagerly kissing a trail down her body to make it to his goal.

This was a new side of Richard she’d never seen, of course. Something swelled in her heart watching his never-before-seen actions play out in front of her. There was only so far fantasies could go, but they would never tell you the nuances of the situation. Before this night, she would have never known how his kisses left fire in their wake. How he hummed in pleasure after making her moan. Or how soft his tongue’s touch would be once he found her clit.

She fisted the sheets, legs trembling on either side of his body. Richard rested on his stomach, using both hands and his mouth to please her. One hand caressed her thigh, keeping it open enough for him to get close enough to pleasure her. His other hand ran up and down her slit, gently touching and caressing her most intimate parts while his lips and tongue focused on her clit.

His soft hums and delicate licks sent sparks through her body. It was easy to get lost and forget this was all one big lucid dream. The tea had made it feel extremely real. If it wasn’t for the small nuances that were different in the room and the fact her ghostly boyfriend was now a solid man, she could have easily been fooled into thinking this was reality. She tossed her head back wishing this could be her waking life as well. She was quick to bury that wish, replacing it with just being grateful for the opportunity they were given.

His finger slid inside her entrance, slowly moving in and out. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and held him there, silently begging him not to stop. Waves of pleasure washed over her skin. She wondered if this was how it would really feel or if the dream was amplifying the sensations. Her stomach muscles clenched, preparing for an eminent release. The excitement her body felt having her ghostly boyfriend now physically touching her built the pleasure faster than she was used to.

Before long, his two fingers were curling inside just how she liked it causing her back to arch off the bed. She moaned his name and he rewarded her with faster movements and gentle sucking. That was all she needed to skyrocket over the edge. Her body came alive. The room blurred before becoming solid again. She focused on his tongue placement, the feeling of his warm hand rubbing her thigh and on his other hand with two fingers stroking her inside while the orgasm rushed through her.

Once the release ended, Richard took his time kissing up and down her thighs. Her heart rate started to come back down slowly, but he remained low, kissing every inch of her skin. After a time, he made his way up with a trail of kisses, wavy brown strands tickling her skin as he did. It wasn’t until he got to her mouth that he spoke again. “I want you.”

“I want you too.” She replied. It was a breathless exchange as the couple turned to face one another side by side. His trousers were discarded along with any shoes and socks he’d been wearing. She kissed him passionately, hoping the sun was still hours from rising.

Richard’s hand smoothed down her back until he met her thigh. With a gentle pull, he hooked her leg over his waist and moved in closer. As their lips met in a passionate kiss, her fingers ran through his hair. She was still so surprised by how saturated the color was. His usual faded form washed out all his color making it difficult to visualize what he had looked like when he was alive.

It was slow and gentle the way he pressed inside of her. She felt full in an instant and grasped at his shoulder. He paused, gazing at her for a long moment. “Are you okay?” He asked, throat bobbing as he swallowed.

She nodded, forcing herself to take a deep breath. “Yes, yes.” She kissed his pale shoulder, trailing her lips to his neck. “I am perfectly fine.”

She felt him shudder when her lips trailed over his neck. She kissed the shell of his ear and noticed his breath catch. It was a delight learning all these new things about the man she’d been sharing her life with for years now. Her lips met the curve of his jaw before capturing him in another heated kiss.

Richard’s hand grasped her backside, bracing her body for his thrusts. Their moans of pleasure were muffled by one another's lips. He didn’t lose control, and, instead, went at a slow steady pace. The two’s skin began to grow clammy the longer they made love in her dream. She wondered for just a moment if her skin in the outside world was just as warm. His body, his voice, and his passion all washed over her and soon she was unable to think of anything else but how real this moment felt between them.

They lay like that for what felt like hours. The tea doing its job of keeping her deep in this lucid dream with her partner. The dream didn’t start to fade until the sun was already well into the sky. It poured into her room through the window overlooking her small garden.

Her focus faded from the dream and back into her lit bedroom. She rubbed her eyes with her hands and let out a yawn. Her lips instantly curled into a smile, and a profound sense of fulfillment and joy filled her chest. Her nightstand was decorated with her familiar lamp and abandoned cup of tea from the night before. She glanced over at the bookshelf that was now full again with all the knickknacks she’d acquired over the years. She was sure she was back in the waking world once again.

She turned over on the bed and noticed Richard’s translucent form resting next to her. His back was against the headboard, arms crossed and eyes closed as if he were sleeping. She could only imagine just how much concentration infiltrating someone's dream could be, let alone being an active member of it.

She swiped her hand through his form and he immediately roused, uncrossing his feet. His eyes fluttered open and a bigger smile than she’d seen in a while was plastered on it.

Despite not being able to hug him at this moment, she felt closer to Richard than ever. They easily slipped into a conversation about how the experience felt for them and what they’d like to try next time. Not even an ill word from her mother could wipe the smile off her face. Even if the whole world was against them and their unusual relationship, at least she knew that their love transcended the boundaries of life and death. Where there was love, there was a way, and nothing could take that away from them.

She would treasure every moment with him, in waking and in her dreams. There was nothing they couldn’t do despite it being unconventional. She thought about how they could arguably do more than a normal couple could making her deep sense of love feel even more nurtured and reassured. Nothing could keep them apart. Not time, nor space, nor death itself.

#richard jackdaw #richard jackdaw x mc #richard jackdaw smut #smutober 23

[solbach-colbrock]

Demon Bait - Seth Borden X Reader

SUMMARY - Turns out demons are drawn to you even more than spirits are to Seth

WARNINGS - established relationship w/ Seth and reader, demonic entities

WORDS - 1.4k

NOTES - this didn’t quite turn out the way that I had hoped but frankly I’m stuck on this one so hopefully its good enough for y’all lol (also I know the gif is being weird shut up)

~*~*~*~

It was something you had learned the hard way. For some reason, you seemed to be a magnet for demons. Every location that was said to have a demonic presence, you would be targeted by it. You couldn’t even make fun of Seth for being ghost bait anymore because you decidedly had it worse. 

The house had been active since the moment you walked in the door. Most of it was knocking and footsteps, but the spirit box had also turned itself on in Sam’s backpack and emitted a tone that indicated a large temperature change. More concerning than anything was the constant presence you felt over your left shoulder the entire night.

You had stopped vocalizing most of the things you experienced, as the boys had started talking about keeping you out of potentially demonic locations, and you weren’t willing to be benched from any investigations. You only ever told them the small stuff anymore.

You had been investigating this house for around seven hours, and it was finally 3AM. The feeling of being watched had been growing stronger all night, and by now felt like there was someone – or something – standing a mere inch behind you at all times. You felt crowded, to say the least.

The demonic energy was said to be in the master bedroom on the first floor, something that your gut was telling you was true. Earlier in the night, you thought you had seen a shadow figure in this room, and you felt something tug at the back of your shirt as you walked out, as if something was trying to pull you back in. It was the last place you guys had to properly investigate, and you were planning to finish off the night with an Estes session. 

“Are you sure you want to go under for this? You’ve been kinda spacey for the past hour. I don’t want this thing to get to you too much. I can go under if you’d rather sit this one out,” Seth offered. As someone who attracted a lot of paranormal attention, he knew something in that house had an eye for you. He had also done enough investigations with you that he was able to see when something was targeting you. It was scary enough being targeted by normal spirits, so he could only imagine how terrifying it would be to have demons attracted to you.

“I’ll be fine, babe. If I’m not, I’ll pull myself out. I don’t allow these things to harm me if I can help it,” you replied, taking the blindfold from Colby. 

“You say that, but what if you can’t? What if this thing is stronger than you? It already said your name five times tonight. I don’t know if I like this.”

“Seth, I’m an adult. I know what my limits are. This is our last investigation. Tell you what, if you get too scared while I’m under, you can pull me out, okay?”

You and Sam shared the sentiment that, because there were a lot of reports of people being touched or grabbed while in the bed, that you would get the best results while laying on it for your session, although Seth made you compromise on the issue, and you ended up just sitting on it to appease him. He was always very protective of you while doing paranormal stuff, even before you had started dating.

A shadow figure, 8 feet tall and bending down sideways to look at you, showed itself to you in the doorway right before you went under.

“Begin.”

“Wow, immediately.”

“Speak. Now.” The putrid smell of smoke filled your nostrils. You scrunched your nose as it seemed to heat up your face.

“We haven’t even asked anything yet. That’s crazy.”

“Who are we speaking to?”

“You know me.”

“We know you? Is this Elizabeth again? We were speaking to you earlier.”

“You wish I…”

“Like ‘you wish I was Elizabeth’, as if what we’re talking to isn’t her?”

“That’s creepy. Tell us your name. Who are we talking to?”

“Are you scared yet?”

“Oh, fuck off, that’s not cool.”

“Borden. Fear.”

“Are you the demon that was said to make Elizabeth set the bedroom on fire?”

“Demon. Beelzebub.”

“We should stop talking to this thing. You know what happens when Y/N-“

“Not yours anymore.”

“I don’t think we should keep-“

“Wait.”

When your leg had started shaking, you hadn’t noticed. What you had noticed however, was just how lightheaded you were getting. You almost had to fight to keep your head up. The static of the spirit box was starting to lull you into a meditative state that blocked out even the ability to perceive the feelings in your own body. You took a deep breath and continued listening.

“I set the fires.”

“Fires, plural? Did you set multiple fires?”

“Different people.”

“You made different people set the fires?”

“Pyromaniac demon is a new one.”

“Maybe it wanted to recreate Hell on earth or something.”

“Yours. For you.”

“Our Hell? What-“

“Not leaving with you.”

“Correct, you’re not allowed to leave with us.”

“Can we talk about this really quickly? It makes people set fires, supposedly in order to create a personal Hell. For Elizabeth, it was killing her own sister, and it sounds like it’s made other people do the same.”

“You’re not understanding.”

“What are we not understanding? Help us understand, tell us what you want us to know.”

“You’re losing this one. Y/N. Leave us.”

“Fuck no, pull them out.”

“Mine now. Say goodbye.”

“Pull them the fuck out!”

The red light from the camera blinded you as the headphones and blindfold were ripped from your head. A pair of arms wrapped around you before you could completely remember where you were. All three boys were shouting, you assumed enforcing that whatever was in this house needed to leave you alone. Your head crashed backwards into Seth’s chest, giving yourself a moment to get your bearings back.

“Holy fuck, baby, your nose is bleeding.”

Your hand came away from your face coated in blood that you hadn’t even felt fall. Even under the red light, you could tell it was a lot. Sam rushed to turn the room lights on as Colby stopped recording for the moment. Your well being was now more important than anything. 

The shadow figure still stood in the doorway.

“We’re being watched,” you told them, voice breathy and labored. “We need to leave. Now.”

~*~*~*~

It was raining outside, but none of you really cared. The cover over the porch provided just enough dry space for the four of you to use. They figured that, even if it wasn’t completely away from the house, it was still outside, which was safer than being in an enclosed space with whatever was going after you. Seth had you drawn into his lap facing him, checking your pupils and wiping at your nose every five seconds to make sure you were recovering.

“How are you feeling? How’s your head?” Colby asked, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. You lightly swatted him away, feeling crowded enough by your boyfriend.

“Better. I’ll be back to normal in a couple days, but either I’m gonna sleep way too much or not at all for awhile.” You laid yourself on Seth’s chest as the exhaustion gripped your senses.

“You’re staying home and recovering for awhile. I don’t want you even mentioning ghosts for at least a couple months after this,” Seth declared. He rubbed up and down your back to the tempo of your tired breathing.

“Baaaaabe.”

“Don’t ‘babe’ me. You keep pushing yourself like this, you’re gonna land yourself in the hospital. This is too fucking dangerous for you. You’ll get a demonic attachment if you’re not careful.”

You knew he was right. You had always tried not to let your ability to attract demons scare you, sometimes to a reckless degree. If it were just about you, you probably wouldn’t care as much, but bringing something demonic home with you meant bringing something demonic home to Seth, and your last desire was to put him in any sort of danger.

“…Fine, but only because I like you so much,” you replied, a bit defeated. He squeezed you a bit tighter at that, feeling better about it already.

“Thank you, baby. Now, let’s get you some sage and holy water before we leave. Even I feel fucking unclean after that.”

#Seth Borden x reader #Seth Borden imagine #Seth Borden fic #Seth Borden

[theprettyarachnid]

jjk men taking care of you when you’re sick

a/n: i’m projecting because i don’t feel well but on another note, i have not read a single book so far where megumi doesnt get absolutely violated

also i think i might lowkey kin him

warnings: none

characters: itadori, megumi, inumaki, gojo, suguru, nanami, sukuna

itadori

🕷 unfortunately he’s gotten really good at taking care of sick people from past experience

🕷 yuuji gets really concerned and checks your temperature regularly

🕷 no matter how many times you tell him to stay away so he doesn’t get sick, he won’t

🕷 lowkey becomes your personal maid

🕷 he makes sure you have a cold glass of water by your side and stays with you for as long as he can

🕷 yuuji puts on your favourite movie(s) and pulls you into his chest while rubbing your back so you hopefully go to sleep

megumi

🕷 he knows you’re sick before you do

🕷 you two could be holding hands or he’ll kiss you making him notice how hot you feel

🕷 i feel like megumi doesn’t get sick often

🕷 he makes sure you’re resting and checks on you regularly to make sure you’re still in bed

🕷 if you’re feeling really sick, he might just skip classes all together to stay with you

🕷 is definitely the type of boyfriend to hold your hair back and telling you it’s alright while you throw up

🕷 if you try and get up to do something, you earn a flick to the forehead

🕷 most of the day is just you cuddling while he gently strokes your hair and occasionally getting up to dampen the wash cloth or getting you something

inumaki

🕷 the first sign that shows that you’re sick, he drags you to your dorm

🕷 straight up ignores you if you try saying that you feel fine

🕷 he’s so sweet, like he makes sure all your pillows feel nice and that your blanket is neat before you lie down

🕷 signals you to stay where you are before leaving and coming back with one of his sweatshirts

🕷 crawls into bed with you before pulling you onto his chest

🕷 plays with your hair and occasionally gives you a kiss to the forehead trying to help you fall asleep

🕷 if you can’t, he’s happy to either sit in silence cuddling or watch tv with you

🕷 when you finally fall asleep though, if anyone comes barging in he gives them the nastiest death stare ever in existence

gojo

🕷 you’re probably both sick around the same time so it’s a mutual suffering

🕷 but gojo usually feels a bit better first

🕷 frequently apologizes for possibly getting you sick when there’s literally a virus going around on campus, so there’s a chance he didn’t even give it to you

🕷 you take baths together, trying to help both of your sinuses and achy bodies

🕷 nights consists of the both of you huddling for warmth because you have chills or aggressively shoving each other away because one or both of you got too hot

🕷 apologies from both sides after though

suguru

🕷 because he’s raised two twin girl, he’s learned a few things

🕷 makes you tea with herbs that are supposed to make you feel better as well as making you soup

🕷 suguru doesn’t want you to stay in the same pajamas all day, so he runs you a bath or starts the shower for you

🕷 his explanation is that it will only make you feel worse

🕷plus side is that he gives you either a pair of his sweatpants or a shirt for you to wear when you get out

nanami

🕷 mom mode activated

🕷 tries his hardest to get the day off so he can take care of you

🕷 if he can’t he tells you to call him if you need anything right away

🕷 puts clean clothes in the drier for you to change in so they smell nice and warm

🕷 cooks you anything you want and if he can’t make it, he’ll drive to pick it up

🕷 although if you want something and he thinks it might make you feel worse, he suggests something else

🕷takes your temperature and if it’s high, he gives you a tylenol to help break the fever

🕷 and to hopefully help you fall asleep

🕷 since he usually lies down with you whenever you’re under the weather, he makes sure he’s in more comfortable clothes for you

🕷 might read to you

sukuna

🕷 he doesn’t take care of you directly but he makes sure one of his servants that he trusts does it

🕷 checks on you though and if you keep begging for him to stay, eventually he will

🕷 might mumble some shit about how humans are needy

🕷 he gets slightly concerned though when he feels how hot you are

🕷 becomes a little aggressive if you do anything more than go to bathroom just because you want to ‘give the servants a break’

🕷 if you fall asleep, sukuna stays in bed with you because he claims he doesn’t want to wake you and doesn’t want to hear you whining again

🕷 okay sukuna

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #yuuji itadori x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #inumaki toge x reader #gojo satoru x reader #suguru geto x reader #nanami kento x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #yuuji itadori jjk #megumi fushiguro jjk #inumaki toge jjk #gojo satoru jjk #suguru geto jjk #nanami kento jjk #ryomen sukuna jjk #fanfiction #fluff #i’m sorry if this is sucky

[sxugaryx]

Anatomy Lesson (Fanfic)

One shot 💛

Antonia gave the boy those clothes, maybe it wasn’t the best idea, as he looked so much like him, but she didn’t want to hold on to them any longer and they would be better suited for him, at least the boarding school uniform would be in good use with him.

Antonia is consumed in her thoughts, her life, the good times, her regrets, she is slowly dying and she can only look at the past, but her thoughts are suddenly interrupted.

“Pal what are you doing?!” Gemini shouted from his cage.

Pinocchio had taken off his shirt and was almost about to take his off belt and pants.

“Oh no no no dear” Antonia grabbed his hand to stop him, as he was still standing next to her, “We don’t do that, changing in front of others isn’t appropriate”

Pinocchio looked at her confused, but it made sense that he didn’t understand the concept.

“And it’s specially not appropriate in front of a Lady” She let out an uncomfortable laugh, “You can’t be naked in front of others”

“Why?” Pinocchio asked innocently.

“Because you know…” Antonia was trying to compose herself to explain, but how could she explain? She doesn’t know if the boy has… male body parts and she isn’t going to ask him that.

“Buddy don’t change in front of Lady Antonia” Gemini chirped, it was almost like an order.

“Don’t change in front of Lady Antonia” He repeated the words and seemed to get it.

Antonia smiled, “Well hopefully you have learned a good lesson, now maybe it’s best you go and look for your father”

Geppetto was still out there in danger and his son was the only one who could help him.

——

Geppetto was back at Hotel Krat, his son had rescued him from that stalker and after doing some tasks in Elysion Boulevard his son was back. He explained how the current situation was, and explained to him how his P organ worked.

He looked at his son’s clothes, why did Antonia give them to him? It was just a painful reminder, worse is that the clothes are now covered in blood and Geppetto can’t stand to look at them.

“Ah son maybe you should change,” Geppetto said, “It’s not right to wear filthy clothes like that” It would be best if he was wearing his previous clothes, the ones he had chosen for his son.

Geppetto didn’t want to look at Pinocchio, the blood on his clothes, reminded him of when he was called to the morgue, when he had to see-

“STOP IT! Didn’t you learn your lesson last time?!” Gemini was scolding him.

Pinocchio again had taken off his shirt and this time he was faster and took off his belt, leaving it and Gemini on the table.

“I thought I wasn’t supposed to change in front of Lady Antonia” Pinocchio was confused.

“You aren’t supposed to change in front of anybody!” Gemini was mortified why didn’t he understand the first time?!

Geppetto went to his son’s side, “Son Gemini is right, you aren’t supposed to change in front of others”

“Why not?” Pinocchio asked again innocently, he wanted to understand.

“Because…” Geppetto paused for a moment.

Dammit, he didn’t think he would need to explain this, he just thought that his son would naturally know, the boy already knows how to talk, knows how to read, he even knows how to fight and you aren’t born knowing all of that. But his son is so clueless about how the real world works and this is his fault for not thinking ahead, he is his father and has to explain.

Pinocchio keeps looking at his father expectantly, worse is that the lack of a belt made him drop his pants, now only wearing his underwear.

Geppetto took a deep breath.

——

“And that’s all”

Geppetto was glad that he had an anatomy book nearby, he hoped that he had done a good job.

“Father” Pinocchio was staring at him.

“Yes, son?” Oh no he has questions.

“Why do I have that?” Referring to the obvious.

“Well son, you are a boy and like I said boys have-“

“But… I’m not a real boy” Pinocchio said with sadness in his tone.

Geppetto was quiet, he was starting to feel guilty about how he had been treating Pinocchio so far. He needs to be a better father, he wasn’t a good father to-

“So um” Even though Pinocchio was sad about not being a real boy, he was curious and wanted to ask, “Where did I get mine?”

Geppetto was mortified, should he explain why? Building him was already a hard task, to have all the anatomically correct parts, to have the same height, face, and hair as Carlo. Studying anatomy was hard but he wanted to make every part of his body look just like that of a human. The eyes were particularly hard to make, probably the hardest thing to do, and for some reason, his eye color isn't the same, he gave him brown eyes and now he has blue eyes.

“Son you see…” Geppetto stared back at Pinocchio, he wanted to completely change the subject but his son had the right to know.

But as soon as Geppetto opened again his mouth, from near the door entrance faint sounds of people holding back laughter could be heard, followed by shushing.

“Antonia, Eugéne are the two of you there?!” He shouted and they had no choice but to reveal themselves.

Eugéne had personally helped Antonia get upstairs, it was hard but it was all worth it to hear the conversation. Both had huge grins on their faces.

There was another person present grinning as well, but unfortunately, or rather fortunately for Geppetto, they weren’t able to see Sophia.

“Don’t mind us Geppetto, please keep explaining” Antonia said in her graceful voice.

But then she alongside Eugéne burst out laughing.

“What the hell is wrong with the two of you?!” Geppetto couldn’t believe that they were enjoying this, this was so embarrassing.

“Father I want to know!” Pinocchio pouted, why was everyone acting so weird about this? Everyone always teaches him stuff properly why is this different?

“The boy wants to know Geppetto come on” Eugéne's grin became even wider and she and Antonia had a high five.

These women are enjoying his torment this is ridiculous!

“This is a private conversation” Geppetto was trying to kick them out he wasn’t going to explain in front of them.

“Fine, fine, we will leave” Eugéne grabbed Antonia’s wheelchair and took the woman with her, but Geppetto knew that they were just a few steps outside.

Sophia on the other hand was still in the room, she wasn’t going to miss this and for once she was actually glad no one could see her. Well, Pinocchio and Gemini can but that’s not the point.

Geppetto resigned himself, taking a deep breath before finally saying it out loud.

“Son I built you, I built everything about you, so I built it”

The sound of hysterical laughter was heard, and Geppetto’s face was red with embarrassment

Gemini was looking at Sophia while crossing his tiny arms inside that cage. She isn’t the one to have to deal with Pinocchio’s antics after all, he is the one stuck with that duty.

“Son, I explained why, now be a good boy and put back your clothes” Geppetto looked as Pinocchio grabbed the clothes he had just taken off.

“Your clean clothes Pinocchio” He gave out a sigh of frustration; if it isn’t the consequences of my own actions, you made him Geppetto, you have to teach him about this and teach him common sense. But he is starting to think common sense isn’t a concept his son understands.

Pinocchio stopped and stared at his father, he was quiet.

“Pinocchio is there something wrong?” Geppetto asked, Pinocchio was acting a little off.

Pinocchio hugged his father, he had a firm grasp on him.

“You said my name,” Pinocchio said with a few tears in his eyes.

All this time his father had only called him his son, and yes he is his son, but he only felt as if he was replacing Carlo.

Geppetto hugged him back, his son was crying with happiness just because he said his name. He really is a horrible father, but that stops now, he has to change, no, he will change.

Sophia was smiling, no longer because she found the situation funny, although it was a little amusing seeing Pinocchio hug his father while only wearing his underwear. But because she was happy to see Pinocchio be happy.

Gemini was also happy for Pinocchio, maybe they hadn’t been together for a long time but he could tell that the boy adored his father, and seeing their bond grow stronger was something to joyful about.

——

“Geppetto is good to see you”

Venigni greeted his long-time friend, he had returned from the factory safe and sound, specially since for some reason puppets started to stop attacking others, but he wasn’t going to question that, although Fuoco was giving them trouble, he hurt his beloved Pulcinella but there is nothing he as an inventor can’t do, and Pulcinella was good as new.

“I’m happy to see you too Venigni” Geppetto was glad that Venigni was okay.

Pinocchio was also there, his son had a smile on his face, and he was wearing a new outfit, thankfully one he didn’t try to put on in front of others, finally learning his lesson. His outfit resembled Venigni’s clothes and it suited him, he even had the same glasses.

Geppetto was glad that he came to his senses when it came to caring for his son.

“Son please be careful at the cathedral, there are rumors of monsters surrounding the place” Geppetto played with his son’s hair before Pinocchio left the room towards the stargazer.

Once the two of them were finally alone, Venigni spoke up again.

“So Geppetto my friend, I was talking with everyone downstairs” He got closer to Geppetto and tried to act more friendly, “From one inventor to another how-“

“Venigni if you say another word I will kill you”

That was not a threat, it was a promise, Geppetto already had murder in his eyes.

Venigni silently left the room, and as soon as he was outside he burst into laughter.

Geppetto buried his face in his hands, this was the most embarrassing day of his life.

Yet.

Outside, Pinocchio was walking, he had found a few strange carcasses and gotten rid of them.

“Gemini what are those things?” Pinocchio had never seen something like that.

“Some weird monsters, they look like zombies,” Gemin said. “What's a zombie?” Pinocchio asked.

Another round of questions followed, Pinocchio is curious about the world and Gemini doesn't mind explaining, although the boy can be a little bit of a brat, that speech he gave while they took the railway was brilliant, even more so because he improvised it all but Pinocchio was annoyed at him.

“Bad tour guide” Pinocchio had said to him while shaking his cage.

They took a small break inside one of those rundown shacks now that there were no enemies nearby and after all, climbing so much was tiring.

“Are those creatures still in your mind pal?” Gemini asked, Pinocchio seemed to be thinking about something.

“I’m thinking about the woman we helped, I didn’t want to lie but I just felt bad you know?” That poor woman, she was dying and Pinocchio at least wanted her last moments to be happy ones.

“I know, it sucks but you did what you thought was best” Gemini was trying to reassure him.

It was a hard situation but not everything is black and white and Pinocchio has lied a few times but he is a good boy and only wants others to be happy.

“Losing a child, it must be really hard, I can see that… it was hard on my father” Pinocchio was feeling sad, because he knew that his father was sad about losing his brother.

“You are a good boy Pinocchio, worrying about your father like that” Gemini is glad to be by his side, even if giving him guidance can be a little hard sometimes.

Everything was quiet, only the sound of the wind blowing was heard.

“Gemini where do-“

“Ask your father”

#lies of p #lop #liesofp #lies of p game #lies of p fanfic #ao3 link #lies of p pinocchio #lies of p geppetto #this is in ao3 too #lies of p antonia #lies of p eugene #lies of p venigni #lies of p gemini #lies of p sophia

[alloutofgoddesses]

WIPS of Fics From 2023

These are fics I started reading in 2023 that I will be (hopefully) continuing to read in 2024!

Dark Matter by mysterycyclone - When Thanos snaps, the souls of those he takes end up in the soul stone. However, Spiderman had managed to break off a piece of the stone, and ends up in an alternate dimension with superheroes he’s never heard of and ghosts in his head. (Peter Parker meets the Bats AU - 43 chapters)

Peter the Pizza Guy by Irisen - Dr. Strange’s spell has unforeseen consequences. Peter Parker, suddenly in a different universe, now must figure out how to survive in the most dangerous city in America - Gotham. (Peter Parker meets the Bats AU - 36 chapters)

In for a Pound by Cdelphiki - Damian Al Ghul-Wayne is given to his father as an infant. Dick Grayson is eleven. Bruce Wayne is out of his depth. What happens now? (Damian joins the family early AU - 6 works)

no grave could hold my body down (i'll crawl home to her) by loungemermaid - Finnick survives the mutts, but only just. Adjusting to a body missing large parts of itself and a pregnant wife, Finnick lives on. (Finnick Lives AU - 11 chapters)

Tomorrow Will Be Kinder by bellablue27 - Peeta and Katniss grow together after the war. Currently on hiatus but I'm holding out hope that one day it returns. (Post-Canon Fic - 17 chapters)

take these broken wings and learn to fly by fishingclocks - Dick Grayson loses his parents. Bruce Wayne can’t help but try to rescue the boy from himself. The Batman has a new target. (The Batman 2022 Post-Canon Fic - 17 chapters)

Minefield by coyote_nebula - The Bats love each other. They just have a hard time showing it. (The Waynes and their extended family go on connected adventures - 16 works)

Shutterbug by goldkirk - Tim Drake is good at what he does. He runs a blog, weaves his way unseen throughout Gotham, and he doesn’t need his parents. Unfortunately for him, his neighbors disagree. (AU where Jason lives and Tim can’t catch a break - 9 works)

Wayne Family Social Media AU by tiredofsatansbullshit - Everyone needs a good social media fic from time to time. The Bats, the Waynes, and various others have a very active online presence. (14 works)

A Nest We Can All Call Home by A03time - Dick, Jason, and Tim are orphans who found each other on the streets of Gotham. When Jason decided to steal from Batman of all people, everything changes. (The Robins Meet Before They Meet Bruce AU - 6 works)

How Dare The Robins Sing by CountDyscalculia - Tim Drake has severe dyscalculia. It doesn’t matter though, because Batman needs a Robin and he’s ready to do whatever it takes to get him one. (Tim Drake refuses to ask for help for currently 25 chapters)

Check My Vitals (and tell me I'm still alive) by scrappedyonder - Tim is a metahuman successfully keeping the secret from Batman, his mentor. That is until Red Hood nearly dies and Tim takes matters into his own hands. Now that Jason knows, it’s only a matter of time until Bruce knows as well. (Metahuman AU - 3 works)

straw-verse by deargalileo - Alfred makes a friend out of his young neighbor. Silly straws are heavily involved. (Tim joins the family early AU - 3 works)

buy back the secrets by sundiscus - Conner Kent doesn’t know Robin’s secret identity. Tim Drake does know Superboy’s secret identity, making it super awkward every time Superboy saves Tim Drake. (TimKon fic - 4 chapters)

what's past is prologue by Icestorm238 - Dick Grayson remembers an alternate life before most of its events happen. He uses this knowledge to do everything in his power to change fate. It’s not as easy as he thought it would be. (Canon Divergence AU - 5 works)

the unfridging of jessica more by winterfire22 - Jessica doesn’t die when the yellow-eyed demon comes after her. It changes things - drastically. (Canon Divergence AU - 3 works)

#i am. bad at fic recs. #whatever fucking read them it will be worth your time #batfam fic recs #Peter the pizza guy #in for a pound #shutterbug #how dare the robins sing #what’s past is prologue #edit: I fixed it a bit

[inquisitor-gayfax]

✨ Fic Planning and Outlining ✨

Outlining is a huge part of my writing process and something I love talking about, so since I’m currently suffering something of a writer’s block, I’ve put together a step-by-step explanation of my process below. It is important to note that there is no right answer or best way to outline; as with most things it’s just a matter of finding what works best for you!

I would love it if other folks chimed in and added to this with their own tips and tricks!

Let’s learn from each other!

Outlining Tools & Overall Organization

To start with, I use OneNote to organize everything, but there are a ton of programs out there, and you could even do this with different .txt/word files! The main reasons I like OneNote: (1) oo pretty colored tabs (2) tab folders for making sense of the giant pile of WIPs:

So, I have all the things I’m “actively” working on out in the open, then squirrel away everything else in one of five categories: completed (yay!), short, medium, and long WIPs, then a catch-all category for everything that doesn’t really fit anywhere else.

The Outlining Process

To demonstrate and (hopefully) have a little fun, I’m going to pick a half-baked idea from the “WTF – Miscellany” category and create a new tab as if I’m actually going to write it! So, without further ado, let’s dive in and begin outlining for a multi-chapter AU fic wherein Rogal Dorn and Perturabo are high school girls’ volleyball coaches!

First Page: Tags ‘n Such

I often hear that tags can be the hardest part for writers, which is interesting because this is usually where I start! Something about seeing my fic in the summary format it will eventually appear in on AO3 is very motivating to me, and helps guide my writing. You can always add/change later.

Here is the template I use for easy copy/pasting!

Title: Fandom(s): Rating: Category: Archive Warnings: Relationship(s): Character Tags: Other tags: Summary:

And here’s a screenshot of my first pass for this WIP:

This gives me a chance to talk about one of my FAVORITE writing hacks, which is… [BRACKET TEXT].

I don’t know about everyone else, but my brain consistently feels the need to get everything perfect on the first try, which is very unhelpful and actively counter-productive! I’ve found that when I can’t get the phrasing of something just right, or I’m still not sure what I’m going for, putting some brackets around the text in question and just scribbling whatever’s in my mind at the moment allows me to move on without getting bogged down.

If it’s in brackets, I give myself permission to be silly, OOC, anachronistic, or messy, and boy is it a lifesaver sometimes.

Once I have the AO3 info fields done, I draw a little line below the summary and start filling in what I call the “brainstorm space” (that inevitable turns into a mini-outline I need to move over to another page at some point). This is another place I allow myself to be messy. I scribble down thoughts on narrative structure, inspirations, setting, key moments/scenes, themes, motifs, stuff I absolutely need to include, and any overarching things that will be helpful to have before planning in earnest.

Here’s what it looks like for this fic:

Not much there now, but it’s a start, and that’s what outlining is all about!

Second Page: Detailed Outline

A bit of a note here – I used to have a separate page for a “mini-outline,” i.e. a less detailed version, but the brainstorm space basically serves this purpose now, so it’s less common.

This is where the actual structural planning starts to take place. I’ve gotten into the habit of using bracket text here, too, to serve as shorthand summaries of each point. For a multi-chapter fic, I’ll also make sure to note where I think the chapter boundaries will fall, though obviously this is subject to change.

So, a barebones one for this fic might look something like this:

There’s not much there right now, but that’s fine, because (1) it’s in bracket text and (2) this is just the skeletal structure for what comes next: filling it in as you get inspiration.

My brain tends to want to write longfics, but never linearly, of course. Sometimes I get raw bursts of inspiration for scenes, so the way I work with this is to scribble (on my phone, on the computer, in a physical notebook) whatever it is down at the moment I get it, then plug it in to the existing outline later. This way, I end up building a pretty comprehensive plan for the fic before I even open a word document, and it’s easier to make big choices like chapter contents, scene order, and story progression without feeling like I need to tear apart something that’s already fairly set in stone.

Here's an example of what a partially filled-in outline looks like, from my Celefax Gothic Mystery AU WIP:

Note that this one is in chart form, which is what I usually go with for longfics for better separation of scenes and ideas.

Pagestravaganza: Additional Pages for Longfics

For one-shots and shorter multi-chapter fics, typically the Tags/Brainstorming and Detailed Outline pages are enough to get me ready to write, but for longfics, there’s a lot more to think about, and additional places to take notes can be helpful.

Here’s an example of all the pages in the tab for that Celefax AU I mentioned above, which has a lot of characters and worldbuilding and all sorts of things that would be difficult to encapsulate in an outline alone:

For one of my other longfic WIPs, I also have a page where I write down revision notes for the parts I’ve already written as they come to me, so it’s easy to refer back to during the editing process (which I could write a whole other post about).

Another thing I sometimes like to do, especially for one-shots or fics that are from only one character’s POV, is write out a paragraph or two about character emotional arcs. Plot is great, but it can be hard to know where that takes you if you don’t know where each character is starting out and where they end up.

To summarize: The sky’s the limit here. Whatever you need to do to make sure everything comes together, however you need to organize it, however little makes it into the final draft, your outlining/planning document is for you, and you shouldn’t get too bogged down into what needs to be there or whether it’s clean and pretty. As long as it’s helpful to you, it is serving its purpose admirably, and even if it isn’t you’re still learning what does and doesn’t work for you. The way I outline is a constantly evolving process, and different things work for different fics. Feel free to play around!

Writing the Dang Thing

This is the end result, the task for which all your outlining has (hopefully) prepared you!

I’ll be honest: I loathe first drafts. (See above comment about everything needing to be perfect the first time around.)

It’s probably for this reason that I outline so fastidiously, because when I plop my bracket text outline and any pre-written snippets into my first draft, it feels so much less daunting than staring at a blank page.

I can start to fill in the pieces I neglected (scene setting, always), figure out where there might be a need for more connective tissue, and tackle the bite-sized chunks my bracket text outline has created one at a time.

I keep doing that until, ta da! A workable first draft emerges, and we move on to editing, my beloved.

Hopefully this has been interesting/helpful, and please please pleeeeease feel free share your own methods and thoughts and funny bracket text!

#fanfiction #writing #writeblr #warhammer 40000 #rogal dorn #perturabo #barabas dantioch #alexis polux #celestine #katarinya greyfax

[starqueensthings]

So I’ve been really struggling with the unexpected events of the season two finale, and I know a lot of us have been. We’ve all been grieving in different ways, but I wanted to share one of the coping mechanisms I used to help me get through the first couple days. I wrote these snippets from the perspective of Wrecker, Hunter, and Echo, as a sort of prayer or message to Tech. All three are based on the concept of heaven, or a peaceful afterlife, so if that’s not your thing, please carry on. And while I’m not overly religious, the concept of peace after death is something I find cathartic. Please enjoy, and hopefully this helps you like it has been helping me.

TW: implied death of a brother, angst, regret, self-blame, deep love for a brother.

Tech, if you can hear me

Part One: Wrecker

Part Two: Hunter (Regret)

“Tech, if you can hear me…

How did we get here? How did it come to this point? How are we down to only three?

We lost Crosshair first, and I really struggled with it in the beginning… I couldn’t believe he had chosen the Imperial path over us, inhibitor chip or not. But he made a decision, and I had to learn to respect it. At least, that’s what you told me. You made it make sense. You and he always did seem to understand each other on a deeper level.

Now, I’ve lost you too… and I still can’t wrap my head around it. None of us can. Everything around me tells me that you’re still with us. I can still smell the smoke from your soldering pen lingering in the air on the ship. I can still sense you in the pilots chair. I can almost hear you trying to explain the logic of Cid’s actions to Echo (who’s angrier than I’ve ever seen). But the reality is… all of it is a trick of the senses. You’re not here. We did lose you, and in the worst way.

I made a promise to myself that none of us would ever have to utter the words “plan-99”. That I would make sure, as our leader, that we would never be in a position where we’d need to use those words, or make that heavy of a decision. But so much changed too quickly. I was so busy trying to find a happier life for Omega, and trying to keep us off the radar of anyone that could hurt us, that I didn’t see my grip on our squad starting to slip. Imagine that, a guy with enhanced senses, so blind to everything around him.

A big part of me wants to apologize for letting you down… and the same part of me wonders if maybe I’m not fit to be a leader outside of war. It’s such uncharted territory. Our combat tactics aren’t effective anymore… our success rate seems like something so far in the past. These days, there’s so much that I don’t understand. How am I going to navigate it without you at my shoulder?

‘Times change, targets change.’ That’s what Guerrera said to us on Onderon, do you remember? Damn, was he right. I didn’t see it then. But I see it now. And when we saw him on Eriadu, he graced us with another dose of radical realism. ‘Sacrifices have to be made for the greater good.’

I’ve wondered every minute if it was his words that planted the seed in your head. You always did pick up on little anecdotes that the rest of us missed.

In fact, there’s a lot you contributed to this unit that went unnoticed, and it eats me alive now more than ever. I would trade my vibroblade… hell, even my bandana for one of your info dumps right now. Two minutes about anything. Please. Your silence is louder than anything.

This squad isn’t the same without you. Life isn’t the same without you. But if you can hear me, take this as a promise. We will be reunited, in this life or the next. We’re going to get Omega, we’re going to get Crosshair, and I will make sure, if it’s the last thing I do as the leader of this squad, that your sacrifice will not be for nothing. We will find peace, and we will see each other again, brother.

Hunter.”

.

*I would just like to clarify that, as a viewer, I place zero blame on Hunter for the events that unfolded. I harvest no ill feelings towards him, but I feel like he would innately want to shoulder the weight of the blame so that’s how I wrote this.

#the bad batch #tbb #bad batch #tbb spoilers #tbb season 2 #the bad batch spoilers #bad batch season 2 #bad batch Tech #bad batch Hunter

[dez-wade]

I’m going to be 100% honest as glad as I am about ccs talking out about hate etc I’m also very glad they’re not afraid to talk about how there are aspects of the games its self that are impacting their enjoyment. I really think it’s important not to see anything as above criticism no matter how much you enjoy it as a viewer or are grateful to participate as a cc nothing is or shouldn’t be above receiving constructive criticism. As long as it’s said respectfully I think the ccs are totally valid for being honest about simply not enjoying the event for various reasons. I just read Pierre’s tweet about how because he’s someone who plays earlier in the day he feels useless because you can hand in the tasks right at the end or the other team can get a bunch of kills last minute and it completely wipes away any progress you’ve made. It’s honestly frustrating to watch so I can’t imagine dedicating 5 hours to try and get your team ahead for it to then mean nothing at the end because you had to log off earlier. I’m glad he’s being honest because I think over the past few days us as an audience have been laser focused on discussing hate as the only cause for players to not want to play but for blue team specifically there’s a lot about the actual game mechanics that are putting them off (not to take away from the disgusting amounts of hate they’re getting, people need to learn to not be freaks) idk to me as a viewer this event doesn’t seem worth it tbh. If I was a cc I probably would’ve thanked quackity and the amazing team behind the event but been like this event just isn’t worth the irritation and upset I’ll see you all in 2 weeks! Honestly that’s kind of how I feel as a viewer tbh.

You're right, once the third day it became quite apparent how unfair the current system is. I immediately thought about Europeans that, unless they want to be awake at 5am, there's not much they can do. They can still help, but the important progress is at night and it can make them feel useless.

Thankfully Quackity realized as well, in the VC with Green Ninjas he said yesterday that it was the last night that strategy would be viable and that the admins are going to balance it, especially because of the European players. So we should see the changes today, and hopefully it's a good one.

I also think they should release a guideline for the event on Discord because a lot of the players seems really confused about a bunch of things and that would definitely help.

The admins do seem to be listening to the feedback and acting accordingly so I hope the event becomes more stable and fair for everyone in the upcoming days.

#qsmp #qsmp critical

[firawren]

"Transformation" A Beauty and the Beast fanfic

Chapter 11, “Imago,” rated E, now posted

Chapters: 11/17 now posted Fandom: Beauty and the Beast (Disney Animated Movies) Rating: Explicit

Romantic relationships: Belle/Beast, Gaston/Lumiere Platonic relationships: Gaston & Belle, Gaston & Beast

Key additional tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Love, Happy Ending, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Monster Fucking, Pregnancy, Miscarriage, Redemption, Family, Friendship, see full list of tags on AO3

Summary:

Belle said she loved him. Everything transformed to how it used to be.

Except the Beast.

Forced into a new deal with the Enchantress, Beast will remain in this form forever. Belle doesn’t mind; she’s happy with him no matter what he looks like. Beast tries to just be happy, too, and for a while, everything is wonderful. Beast doesn’t know how he got so lucky, and Belle finally feels at home. But when the trauma of his past resurfaces, the future they’re trying to build together comes tumbling down.

Gaston’s ideal future isn’t going to plan either. Instead of getting married to Belle, it looks like he’s becoming friends with her, while developing feelings for someone else he’d never expected. This wouldn’t be so bad, except that the closer he gets to both of them, the more he learns to question his values and feel guilty for his past. And when that past finally comes to light, he stands to lose everything he’s gained.

This is a story about how sometimes the things we want to transform can’t be changed, and sometimes the things we think are hopeless can transform through love.

Excerpt from chapter 11:

Belle climbed into bed beside her Beast, wiggling back against him as he draped an arm over her hip. She sighed at the feeling of his furred chest against the naked skin of her back. He lazily traced the pads of his furred hand around her belly, sometimes brushing against the undersides of her breasts. Her mind turned to their couplings, and an unanswered question they had put there.

“Do you ever wonder if we can have children together?” Belle broke the silence to ask.

Beast’s hand froze. He was still for a few heartbeats, then answered, “Yes.”

“Me too. A lot, actually.”

“Because you’re scared it will happen?”

“The opposite.”

“You mean, you would want to have children with me?” Beast asked in an incredulous tone.

Belle turned onto her other side to look at him. His eyes were wide with a mixture of surprise, fear, and perhaps excitement. “Yes, if you wanted it,” she said, then added hopefully, “Would you want that?”

“Well, no.” Belle’s face fell, and Beast scrambled to explain. “I mean, I would love it above anything, but what if they looked like me? I would feel like I had, had cursed them.”

Belle tugged on one of his fuzzy, floppy ears. “I thought you were past thinking like that. You’re beautiful.”

Beast snorted. “I’ve accepted how I look, but that doesn’t mean I would want to burden anyone else with...this.” He gestured at his hairy body with a paw. “Wouldn’t you mind for your children to look like this?”

“How could I mind it when I love you? I would love them no matter what they looked like. Wouldn’t you?”

“Of course!” he answered warmly. “But it’s not just what they look like, it’s what they can do. I can’t ever leave this estate because of what I am now. I can’t take you traveling on any of the adventures you want to go on, and I hate that. I would hate if my children were limited in the same way that I am.”

“I hadn’t thought about that,” Belle admitted. She was quiet for a few moments, her eyes getting that far-off look in them as she thought about what he’d said. Her mother had been a midwife and healer, and Belle had met many of her patients, children who were born being different or later developed conditions that limited their abilities or activity.

“I wouldn’t want my children to be limited in what they can do,” she finally told him, “but that could happen even if we were both healthy, normal humans. My mother helped women deliver babies that had all sorts of things that made them different. We don’t know what will happen. But that’s not a reason to not have children. No one could have children if it was.”

“But Belle, don’t you think we have a much higher chance of that happening than a normal couple?”

“If it happens, we’ll make it work. There are still so many adventures we can have here at this amazing castle. Our children could still live a rich life here.”

“Our children,” he repeated, as if turning the words over in his mouth to carefully examine them.

She smiled coyly. “You said you would love it above anything,” she murmured.

“Yes—apart from my worry about how they would look, the thought of having children with you…” He placed a hand on her belly. “Well, I can think of nothing else so wonderful.”

Continue reading chapter 11 “Imago” of “Transformation” on AO3

#transformation fic #batb fanfic #disney fanfiction #beauty and the beast 1991 #batb 91 #beauty and the beast #belle x beast #belle #the beast #gaston #lumiere #monster fucking #sexy times #fanfic #my writing #my stuff

[suleikashideaway]

10 ways to tell you're reading a fic by suleikas_hideaway

Thank you @gardengalwrites for the tag!! 

Most of these relate to how I’ve felt while writing my (still unpublished) longfic, but a few things have popped up in the recent one-shots I’ve written for the ffviiicharacterweek challenges. Overall, this was a really enlightening activity and took me wayyyyyy longer than I would have thought. Tbh, I’ve learned so much about myself as a little baby writer and I’m grateful for the opportunity to reflect! 

I inadvertently focus every aspect of my stories on personal growth and recovery. I started writing as a form of therapy to help me deal with my personal struggles, and so that’s inherently what my characters do, too. I live for that slow, nonlinear climb from rock bottom. Or, in my recent discovery of writing one-shots, it’s the understanding that yes, we can do hard things, or yes, it’s worth taking a step back and seeing the big picture and appreciating how we got here. 

In that same vein, I discovered that I quite enjoy writing the journey towards rock bottom. You know the one. In which you keep thinking “wow, it can’t get any worse than this!” And then you think it a dozen more times until you’re in a place where you can literally go nowhere but up. Love that. Heh.

I think the above two points make it obvious that introspection is my thing! I aim to give characters a reasonable and believable amount of processing time. I want you to be inside their little heads and see what makes them tick. What do they outwardly show versus what they keep to themselves? What kind of winding thought patterns do they have? What are their secret fears and desires, and do they even realize them? And hopefully not bore you to hell while doing so (:

It’s my goal to make every single word meaningful. I honestly don’t know if I accomplish this, but if there is an object or an image invoked, it’s intentional. Symbolism, motifs, imagery – it’s all meant to be there. 

In addition to the symbolism, everything mentioned has a backstory. If a character is drinking a cup of coffee in one scene, you better believe I have their entire backstory as to why they drink coffee. If a character mentions music in one single sentence, you better believe I have the entire backstory of their appreciation for music. 

So far I’ve only ever written in close third-person narrative. I’ve been striving for the absolute closest I can get without making it first person, using vocabulary and vibes that only that character can give you. This has been one of the most enjoyable things about writing from different perspectives. Tbh it makes me want to try first person sometime soon. 

I’ve also only ever written in past tense. I don’t know why I do this??? I want to try writing in present tense but it’s not something that feels natural to me, though I love reading present.

Another thing I try to do is give an immersive description of the physical environment of a scene. I want to make you feel like you are in the bar with the character, or out in the rain, or in a cold, unwelcome room. It’s something I strive for, and hopefully accomplish! To add to this, I aim for specificity in my descriptions. I try to paint a full picture without going overboard or making anything too purple. (Though I can admit I don’t think my one-shots really go for the level of description I like. Hmmm maybe some more editing is in order!)

I really adore writing romantic relationships as well as family dynamic relationships. Something I hope to add more of is platonic relationships! But as of now, none of my fics have any friendships really highlighted, which I think is sad!

I live for the narrative, which means I try to change my style based on what is needed for the scene. I think I tend to write long sentences but sometimes they get choppy on purpose if that’s better for the tone. Or sometimes, if a character is really in the throes then description is done away in favor for the inward spiral they’re having.

#writing #tag game #my writing #ff8

[wh0reforthemarauders]

Remus Lupin x Reader

“A Late Night Confession”

mostly hurt/comfort/angst. making out with mentions of wanting something more.

Notes: It’s 3am and I’m really hungry and tired but can’t sleep. I haven’t proofread this and English is not my first language but I just had to get this out before going to sleep. Be kind, any suggestions and corrections are more than welcome i love you all

It was 9pm on a Wednesday evening. You and Remus are were a middle of a hot and heavy make out session on your couch.

You finally made it. You managed to convince your boyfriend to come over to your place and hopefully spend the night. For the past two months you two have only been going out on dates like coffee shops, art galleries, and sometimes even being so bold as to catch a movie in the cinema. But you were now ready to take the next step as your body has been aching for this kind of closeness for a few weeks already. You were hoping to finally sleep with Remus for the first time.

As the sound of your sloppy kisses filled the quiet dark room of the apartment you were renting, you slowly slid your hands under your man’s shirt, caressing his body underneath. You slowly moved your hands back towards his shirt and started to slowly lift it up in order to take it off. You wanted remus, you wanted to feel his soft skin, to touch him all over, to be close to him, to be with him.

But then suddenly he broke the kiss and took your hands in his and slowly pulled them down, holding them firmly in his bigger, calloused ones. You immediately felt something heavy drop in your stomach. He was staring down, avoiding eye contact, as if afraid to meet your now worried gaze. You realized something was wrong, and you hoped you didn’t unknowingly do something hurtful or in some way triggering because you really cared about Remus.

Then he finally broke the silence:

“Y/N… There’s something you should know… About me…”

You were now actually worried but you were sure there couldn’t be a thing in the world that could make you stop loving him and so you cupped his face with your hands determined to reassure him, whatever it was in question.

“I really don’t know how to say this without completely scaring you off… It’s just that… you mean so much to me…”

“It’s ok baby you can tell me anything” you say in a gentle whisper, pressing your forehead onto his. “I love you no mater what”

This seemed to throw him off a bit. You were almost sure you heard him forming a smirk but you couldn’t see his face well in the dark. Neither of you have mentioned the L word until now. A part of you wondered it the timing was right, but it was how you sincerely felt about him for quite some time now, and at that moment you didn’t even care whether he’d say it back or not.

And he didn’t.

“Don’t say that. Please… You don’t know me…”

“The let me get to know you” you said, eager to help him get whatever he had to off his chest. “You can tell me anything, I really mean that.”

“I… I’m a werewolf.”

There was a moment of silence. He supposed you’d need some time to process this information, but once he said it out loud the subsequent silence seemed so much scarier than what he had imagined, especially in contrast with the heaviness of his words.

You were startled by this confession, but not scared in the least. You learned about werewolves at Hogwarts, but you never met one. You knew they were only these scary creatures at night, when it’s full moon and you couldn’t comprehend why Remus seemed to think that would be a dealbreaker in your relationship, let alone on a night like this when full moon was still days away.

While these thoughts were racing in your head, and you were trying to think of the appropriate answer to show him that his condition doesn’t change your feelings toward him, the silence was too much for Remus to bare. He pulled back, kissed you on the forehead, took his coat and walked towards your apartment door looking sulky and sad.

“I better leave.” he said, his voice breaking from anxiety, tension and shame he felt.

A street light coming through the window was shining on his face and when you looked up at him you could see he was on the verge of tears.

Before you could say anything he opened the door and left, leaving you to yourself.

You fell asleep late that night. You couldn’t stop thinking about Remus and why he would leave so abruptly over something like that. Was he gonna call you again? Were you supposed to reach out to him? The truth is, you were somewhat annoyed with his behavior, because you felt like he was being too dramatic, and you didn’t like him doubting you after two months of you being in a committed relationship and you never giving him reason to doubt you. But you also felt the need to let him know that you’d be there for him no matter what and make him feel loved and accepted.

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