#I’m just so happy that I get grey characters okay I love it when they are complex GIVE IT TO ME

[stupidlittlenemo]

I finished Young Royals this morning and one thing that’s so clear to me, which I think could be why there’s so much discourse in general about this show is that there is this idea of this show being a “queer” show. And yes! It is a show with queer people in it - but the focus to me has always been on class and how different things can factor in; like being queer, being a person of color, an immigrant, neurodivergent or dealing with any kind of mental health issue (and probs others as well).

I think that’s why this show has always spoken to me so dearly. And this season, to me, is a culmination of everything we’ve seen both in season 1 and 2. I understand why all the characters do what they do - they make me angry, annoyed and I had to stop multiple times out of frustration; But I loved that!! Because I could understand! Of course Wille is a dickhead, he’s a prince that’s how his whole life has been that’s how he’s been raised (or not raised let’s be honest) and he’s under so much pressure from so many directions. His parent’s expectations, dealing with his brother (and later dealing with that side of his brother), everything with Simon because suddenly Simon having problems with the monarchy is a problem and oh it just continues.

And on the other hand we have Simon - who slowly realizes he has to change so much about himself to fit. And then what was once safe, singing and writing music, his home, even Wille is not anymore. It’s not safe. And what do you do with that? And because he is exactly like we’ve seen him in season 1 and 2 with Sara he just tries so hard to be there for Wille but then sees Wille react in a way, again, that reminds him so much of his father. And I so understand that that must be terrifying for a teenager! A teenager!!! He’s already experienced a family split apart due to anger, alcohol and violence (I can’t remember if it was ever explicitly said if his dad was violent but with the way he acted in season 1 I don’t think it’s a reach) so him starting that conversation with Wille at the end of ep5 after seeing willies anger was so so important and what the character needed to do.

And August and Sara are so so important to me in this season. August as a character is so interesting. He did something very very bad there is no denying that, but like with Wille we need to understand where he is from. With the backstory we got this season regarding Erik his decision to release the video in s1 is so much worse. But still I think it’s so important to not just label him as someone who can never change or never deserves anything good again. The internet is currently very into this idea of good vs. bad and that grey areas are not allowed and I think that is what I love so much about this show. This show is grey all over.

What I think Lisa is trying (and to me succeeding) to portray is that the system set in place is harmful for everyone. Everyone in this series deserves years of therapy. I’ve no clue how they plan to wrap this up next week. Personally, I don’t expect a “happy” ending. But I also never have. A hopeful or bittersweet one? Yeah sure, maybe.

Honestly, I’m just really excited about the last episode

#this is way too long I’m sorry #young royals spoilers #I’m just so happy that I get grey characters okay I love it when they are complex GIVE IT TO ME #young royals #fuck I loved this season

[ozzgin]

Hii I was wondering if u could do a yandere Kazuya x yn x yandere Daitou I’m not sure if u do character x yn x character tho

Yandere! Yakuza x Reader Spinoff

Two yakuza men who have fallen in love with their new foreign tenant. A what-if spinoff to the original story for that love triangle spice. Happy Valentine's Day!

Content: female reader, NSFW, organized crime, obsessive behavior, violence, BDSM themes (choking), threats

Credits: My boyfriend for giving me the Daitou smut idea

[Main Story] [General Headcanons]

Kazuya is sitting on the sidewalk, checking his watch occasionally and tapping his foot. The cigarette seems to have been forgotten, hanging lowly from his lips.

"Sorry I'm late." Daitou speedily makes his way towards his friend, smiling awkwardly.

"Where the fuck were you, man? We don't know how much time we have before the cops arrive."

"Uh uh, leave it to me." The cheeky grin doesn't leave his face as he pulls out his gun and carefully but swiftly inspects the barrel and safety one final time. "(Y/N) needed some help with the mailbox. I couldn't just say no, ya know?"

The blonde man's eyebrows raise for a second, but he quickly recollects himself.

"I see. That's good."

"She asked me to show her the area tomorrow, so I'll be working extra hard tonight. Hehe."

"That's good."

Daitou glances at Kazuya, somewhat wary.

"You okay?"

Stupid question. What's he supposed to answer? Yeah, he loves waiting like a dumbass while his friend flirts with the new tenant, who conveniently happens to be a cute foreigner, who's been unexpectedly nice and relaxed around them despite them explicitly stating they're part of the Japanese mafia. Fucking hell. It doesn't help that this idiot is as obvious as a blaring, blinding cluster of ads smack in the middle of Kabukicho. He can tell from miles away that Daitou's completely fallen for her. Just like that, in an instant.

They've been partners and best friends for years now, so the natural reaction would be happiness, right? Daitou has always been one scary motherfucker. Even the seniors scramble when he's in the room, let alone women. For him to find someone that isn't bothered the slightest by his appearance or background should be a celebratory occasion. Kazuya should be rooting for him. Except, well, he fell for you just as hard. Tough luck.

The Bushido moral code, often used as guidance within their own lifestyle, covers matters such as loyalty and honesty quite extensively. A true warrior remains fiercely faithful to his master or companions. And yet, love interests are more of a grey area, especially if they happen to overlap. Who dictates the proper etiquette for this dilemma? To whom is loyalty directed towards? Truth be told, Kazuya couldn’t care less. He’s always been a man of vice, impulsive and greedy. If he wants something, he takes it.

The trouble starts when the other person is of the same mindset. Two ferocious predators eyeing the same victim.

***

You fiddle next to the tall, dark-haired man. Similarly, Daitou is avoiding eye contact, looking around in hopes of finding something to focus on. It’s the first time he’s come over since the incident. After his little mission with Kazuya, he was tasked to “interrogate” some of the remaining members to get even more names for the hitlist. He’d completely forgotten about his promise to show you the neighborhood. Hands sticky with blood, he was in the middle of his signature act of benevolence, putting the lad out of his misery.

It was around that time you decided to be the one picking him up instead, for your grand tour. Your knocks on the door remained unheard, however, so you decided to politely make your way in.

“Sorry, I hope I’m not-”

You froze in place. A man (you assumed at least based on the few visible traits left), tied up on the chair, canvas bag roped around his head. Daitou’s hands were secured around his throat. In the few seconds of silence, you could hear a muffled wheezing, as the stranger’s chest heaved in short convulsions.

“-intruding.” You mumbled, regaining your speech.

He messed up, didn’t he? Daitou sighs and slicks his hair back. He can’t blame you if you’re now terrified of him. He had to come over for some tenant checkups and you’ve been maintaining a safe distance from him during his entire visit. What can he possibly tell you? “Hey, I know I threatened to chop you up and you’ve now witnessed firsthand I’m a legit murderer, but, uh…I have a crush on you? Dinner at seven?”

You’re terrified alright, but not of his deeds. Rather, your newly discovered perversion as a consequence of the gory scene. It’s not that you relished in the torment of another. It’s the other details that left you reminiscing. Daitou’s imposing frame, the unbuttoned shirt revealing his traditional tattoos glistening in beads of sweat, his flexed, brawny arms, and large hands. You’re scared of your shamelessness. It can’t be normal. Yet you can’t stop thinking about it. Just a glimpse into this memory and your cheeks become burning red.

“I’ll be on my way then”, the yakuza announces politely.

Though he immediately stops in his tracks, and you realize you’ve unconsciously grabbed onto his sleeve. Uh oh. What now? You mumble an apology without releasing your hold. Being this close to him makes your heart drum inside your chest.

To hell with it.

“I might say something terribly inappropriate right now, but…”

“Sorry?” He stares at you, dumbfounded.

“Do you have anything planned after this?” You ask quietly.

“N-no?”

“Would you mind staying over?”

“Huh? Sure…w-what for?” His mouth is dry, and he searches your eyes in confusion.

“You know…” Choke me until I pass out and such, you think to yourself sarcastically.

He turns to face you, lips pursed awkwardly.

“You’ll have to be clear with me, Miss (Y/N). I’m not good with all this tiptoeing around and I might get the wrong idea.”

Your ears perk up hearing his final words, a deep blush now spreading over your flustered features.

“What wrong idea?”

Daitou fidgets with his glass prosthetic nervously.

“Well, uh, a man can only dream, ya know? Especially around a cute girl like you.” He reveals with a stutter.

“Suppose I’d be willing to go along with anything on your mind. What then?” You twirl your hair, gazing shyly at the floor. Not even you can believe the audacity leaving your lips.

The tall man steps before you, towering above with a certain gleam in his eye. It’s yearning. Your knees weaken.

“Don’t tease me, please. I can hardly control myself around you as it is.”

You release his sleeve and instead cling onto his shirt with both hands, looking up through your lashes.

“I’m dead serious.”

He ponders his next move with a click of the tongue, then cups your cheeks between his hands and lowers himself until his hot breath tickles your nose.

“Are you? There’s no going back after this. Can you handle it?” His voice is suddenly deeper, raspier.

Before you can respond, you feel yourself lifted and you yelp, surprised, instinctively wrapping your limbs around the yakuza. In between the greedy kisses that leave your lips bruised and swollen, you don’t notice the movement back towards the seating area.

As you pull away to gasp for air, he throws you onto the couch, flipping you over in the process so that you’re kneeling away from him. Your nails dig into the soft fabric of the sofa. You hear Daitou unbuckle his belt and you squeeze your legs together, heavily aroused. He presses his palm gently into your back, arching it. You sense his fingers grazing over your core and you whimper.

“G-go on, please.” You beg, swaying your hips tentatively. “I really can’t wait anymore.”

“As you wish, Miss.” He reassures you with a grin.

He adjusts himself and carefully makes his way in. You don’t have time to enjoy the feeling; following almost instantly is his belt looped around your neck, tightening under his grip as he pulls the ends towards him. Your head is forced back, and you groan. You can hear the leather stretch and creak over your assaulted skin, the constriction briefly cutting your oxygen intake. Hot drool trickles down your chin and your eyes almost roll back in pleasure.

“Look at my little Miss (Y/N), taking it like a champion.” He bends over and bites your earlobe playfully. “Does that mean I can be as rough as I want?”

You nod erratically.

The grip around your throat intensifies and your vision becomes blurry.

“Hey, don’t pass out now.” He inserts two fingers in your mouth, pulling you by the cheek and tilting your head to look him in the eye. “Not before you show me that you understand your situation. You’re mine. Is that clear?”

He drags his fingers downwards, aiding your response as you struggle to contract your muscles.

“Attagirl.” He concludes, satisfied.

In the morning you wake up with a dreadful soreness, and you can quickly see why. Your body is peppered in bruises. Daitou is smoking by the window and promptly flicks his cigarette out once he realizes you’re no longer asleep.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me.” He begins, remorseful, and squats in front of the bed. “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“I will need a day or two to recover before the next time, but otherwise I’m fine.”

He beams with delight upon registering your words: next time. You can’t help but snicker at his childish enthusiasm. It’s a mystery how Daitou can switch between ruthless killer and cute partner with such ease.

Although it’s no secret, really. It’s you.

***

“Thanks for driving me home, Kazuya.”

You smile and unbuckle your seatbelt, reaching for the door handle. Daitou has been busy with work for the past days, so Kazuya took his place in looking after your needs.

“Huh?” You rattle the grab handle one more time to make sure. “It’s still locked.”

The blonde raps the wheel impatiently with his fingers. Is he to silently accept his loss? Does it even count as a loss when he hasn’t even had the chance to present his piece? Daitou has been quiet about it, but he can read that bastard like an open book. Something definitely happened between the two of you and the mere thought drives him insane.

Ah, this is so unlike him. There are few things he cares about. His pride, his Family’s honor, his freedom. Women aren’t exactly on that list, yet somehow, you’ve snuck your way to the very top of priorities and he’s realizing it just now. It’s becoming harder to ignore his maddening urge to have you. Out of all the things…He’d give Daitou the world. But not you. He can’t. He can’t.

“Kazuya? Are you listening? You forgot to unlock the door.”

“Say, (Y/N) …ever fucked in a car before?”

“What?” You ask, baffled.

“Come here for a moment.” He swiftly slides his seat all the way back and pats his thigh.

“Are you out of your mind?”

He answers your inquiry by pulling out his handgun and lazily pointing it towards you.

“I’m only going to ask once.”

You clumsily climb over the center console, straddling the yakuza with a slight pout.

“Someone’s in a sour mood, that’s for sure”, you complain. “It’s not even loaded.”

“Even I’m not crazy enough to risk shooting my Princess.” He smiles apologetically, throwing the gun on the backseat. “I thought it’d be more threatening that way.”

He removes a strand of hair from your face, gazing at you intently. His hand lingers for a second, before sliding its way down, tracing the side of your body. You shiver.

“Can you truly blame me when there’s such a pretty girl right before my eyes?” The blonde exhales and focuses on your shirt instead. “Won’t you let me prove myself?”

From this distance, despite the dim lights, you can discern his features in agonizing detail. His long lashes, his fleshy lips, currently parted, the luscious locks of hair casually thrown back. Kazuya has always been effortlessly handsome. It’s not just his good looks, but his overflowing charisma. He always knows exactly what to say and do. A devilish power to have over people, and you’re presently his victim.

His slender fingers play with your first button and cheekily undo it. You can only observe it, entranced. Your legs are weak, and your arms are stuck in place, resting limply over his broad shoulders.

“May I?” He glances up at you with a pleading expression. “I won’t be able to hold back afterwards.”

You bite your lower lip, distracted. Whether or not this is a wise choice, you can’t currently tell. You squirm in his lap and suddenly feel the pressure coming from below.

“Go ahead.” You finally confess.

He doesn’t hesitate and slithers his hand underneath your shirt, popping the rest of the buttons open. Like a hungry animal that has stumbled upon a feast, he sinks his teeth into your neck, leaving mean, wet kisses on his way down.

One hand is greedily kneading your curves, encouraged by your soft whimpers, while the other strokes your thigh in anticipation. With a bit of readjustment, he finds the right spot between your trembling legs. You jolt at the sensation of his cold fingers.

“My, you’re already dripping. How lewd.” He whispers between breaths. “Do you want it now?”

He nonchalantly slips out and undoes his own pants. You lift yourself expectantly and let a moan escape your lips upon feeling the erection throbbing right below.

“Well then, can’t forget our manners, can we?” He announces, visibly excited. “What should I do?”

You glare at him, feverish.

“Stop teasing me.”

“Come on, be a good girl. Tell me what to do and I will do it, Love.”

Why, this…You lower yourself to his ear and answer in a lulled whine.

“Isn’t it obvious? I want you to fuck me.”

Words enough to send the blonde man over the edge. He abruptly clutches your thighs for support, easing himself in before continuing with increasingly aggressive thrusts. Husky whimpers roll out of his mouth, desperate and starved.

“Oh, I’ve waited so long for this. My darling, perfect little (Y/N).” He presses his forehead into your chest, indulging in the moment. “Now say that you’re mine. Please. Please say it.”

“I’m…ah…I’m all yours, Kazuya.” You manage to blurt out, growing dizzy.

“That’s my girl. Such a good girl.”

Once the deed is finished, you flop your head over his chest, trying to catch your breath. Kazuya smoothens your clothes meticulously, holding you with one arm for support. Can’t leave a lady all disheveled, after all.

“Won’t Daitou be upset?” You point out, somewhat anxiously.

His muscles are tense for a second and he furrows his brows.

“That’s one strange way to thank me for making you come at least twice. Mentioning another man’s name.”

“I’m just…” your words trail off.

“What? Worried? You think I can’t handle it or something?”

Far from the truth. Both Kazuya and Daitou are violent, dangerous men. Given their stubbornness, you’re rather certain they’d end up killing each other. Not your favorite outcome.

“I don’t want either of you to get hurt.”

He sighs loudly.

“I’ll tell you what. Under normal circumstances, I’d probably dismember whoever had the guts to even entertain the idea of meddling with you. But…just because it’s Daitou, I might be willing to share. Nothing more than that.”

Kazuya ruffles your hair and chuckles.

“Aren’t you glad I’m such a diplomat, Love?”

“More like batshit crazy, both of you.” You retort, stretching.

#yandere yakuza #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #male yandere x reader #yakuza x reader #mafia x reader #yandere mafia #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere smut #yandere fic #male yandere #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc #oc x reader #yandere original character #original work #smut

[lazycats-stuff]

Ok it’s like 2:30am rn and I’m supposed to be doing a poster that’s due later but I saw the notification that your open again and I had to drop everything and run🙈

Can I request a Ra’s Al Ghul with oldest son reader who turns out to be like quite moral grey? Like the only reason he isn’t some assassin or super villain is bc he loves his family but is legitimately terrifying to the point Ra’s is scared of betraying him more than Alfred or his family.

I hope this makes sense, just some silly moment between Ra’s and reader when readers like “I’ve killed 275 people am nobody knows😆😘”

Okay, don't drop school for me, school is important. But this is just perfect. Ra's is like, who am I dating? Who am I courting?

Summary: (Y/N) is not like his family.

Warnings: (Y/N) has killed, Ra's is confused, (Y/N) loves Ra's and vice versa.

Ra's has been happy ever since he has start courting, but he still wonders how he managed to get him. To land him, as the slang goes. He knows him very well and they know each other for a long time. (Y/N) is the oldest son in the family, he came before Dick even.

Ra's only started dating him when (Y/N) graduated from college. He never expected to catch feelings for (Y/N) and it was weird when he started making sure he is okay and what he is doing.

Ra's never wanted to date. After the death of his wife before even starting the League, he promised himself that he wouldn't love anymore. If he had a wife, then it was to have heirs, but he outlived them all.

And then (Y/N) came.

There was something different about (Y/N). Ra's watched him grow from a child to a grown man and he turned into a, in Ra's eyes, beautiful man with a strong character and mind too. That was rare now a days and Ra's wanted nothing more than to love him and court him.

There was only one problem. His family who was fiercely protective of him and it was just difficult to even show them that he didn't have any ill intentions. To this day, Bruce and Jason were still suspicious of him. Alfred never trusted him to begin with and Damian was ready to fight him at the moment's notice.

So the road wasn't easy, but they have decided to accept the fact that (Y/N) is with Ra's and try to be civil. Really try to be civil. Bruce is trying. Jason and Damian are trying for (Y/N). Not for Ra's.

But there was just something darker about (Y/N) that Ra's liked and what attracted him to the young man. He is different than Bruce and the others. Before being adopted by Bruce, he was put through hell and back and that caused him to be rather... Morally grey.

It made his character strong and he had a certain degree of... Well, lets just say that he was terrifying to people. Sometimes, he was more brutal than Batman. The hell he went through he went as a child made him numb to certain things and brutal in some aspects.

Ra's wondered if he has ever crossed the line and killed. Of course, he didn't say anything about that because Damian and Alfred would have his head if he tried to explore that opportunity.

But Ra's thought about (Y/N) if he was ever a villain, what type he would be? Ra's could think about. He could see how he could be brutal and he could even rule the underworld. His brutality, his intelligence...

But (Y/N) was too loyal to his father and family to even consider being a villain. Alfred and Bruce are just to blame for (Y/N) not becoming a villain. Did Ra's really want him to be a villain? God no.

He could probably be worse than the League of Light combined and that was a scary thought. Even big Ra's al Ghul was scared of betraying (Y/N). He loved (Y/N), he really did and he would never ever betray his lover, his beloved.

And if something were to happen and Ra's betrayed (Y/N), although Ra's wouldn't, (Y/N) would burn down the League. Ra's was certain of it. But there was a side of (Y/N) that Ra's didn't know just yet.

Even now as the two laid together in bed, just ready to go to bed, Ra's decided to ask (Y/N) the question that was on his mind.

" (Y/N), what would you do if I ever betrayed you? " Ra's asked, hugging (Y/N) from behind, murmuring the words into (Y/N)'s hair. (Y/N) always enjoyed Ra's proximity.

" Ra's, I have killed over 200 people that not even Bruce knows about. I would think about it before doing it. "

Ra's thought that (Y/N) was joking and laughed, but (Y/N) turned around in his arms and looked him dead in the eyes.

" Ra's, I'm not kidding. " (Y/N) said and Ra's searched for any sort of sign that (Y/N) was joking.

There was none.

" What? "

" That's all you need to know. " (Y/N) said as he turned his back to Ra's, moving his hands to its original position. Ra's looked at the back of (Y/N)'s neck and paled.

What?

Sure, he thought about (Y/N) crossing the line, but he didn't think that (Y/N) has actually done it. Now he had to think about who the hell he was courting and he had planned to propose in the near future, but he had to see what the hell has happened.

200+ people is not a small amount and there had to be something where he could search about it. It shouldn't be so difficult to find the event that (Y/N) was talking about. It really shouldn't be.

Right?

None the less, Ra's loved (Y/N) and he will propose, but only when he looks more into it. How the hell did he miss this side? The side that crossed the line that Bruce outright refused to cross, (Y/N) has crossed without any hesitation?

Ra's blinked a few times. No. He will look into it and tomorrow morning, over breakfast, he will ask him to give him more details about the... Could it be labeled as a massacre? Ra's left that thought and closed his eyes, falling asleep next to his beloved.

Breakfast came that morning and the two ate in silence, just enjoying the food and coffee. (Y/N) had to have his coffee and his caffeine, otherwise he wouldn't function at all. Ra's thought about breaking the topic. How to do it?

Well, just asking will do the trick. No beating around the bush.

" (Y/N), " Ra's started as he took a sip of his coffee, glancing at his beloved who was eating. (Y/N) paused and Ra's knew that he had to do it now. " Did you tell me the truth last night? About those 200 people? "

(Y/N) blinked a few times and then he put the mug down.

" If it's something sensitive, you don't have to talk about it. But it would help me understand. I have never seen a side of you that has crossed the line. " Ra's said and (Y/N) smiled reaching his for Ra's hands. Ra's extended his hand to (Y/N) and the two interlocked their hands.

" It's not sensitive, don't worry. I was on my own mission while doing my own case. Bruce was aware of the case and the mission too. What he didn't know is what has happened on that mission. All of those people were evil and vile people. " (Y/N) said, stopping for a second to ear some more. He did love Arabic breakfast after all.

" Now, nobody would miss them. And at that moment, it was me or them. Of course, I didn't kill 200 people at once. It was over a 3 day period. And I would like to say, me or them. " (Y/N) said and Ra's has decided not to pry anymore.

(Y/N) has just told him the truth and that was all that mattered.

" I have to say, that eases me a little bit. You have scared a bit last night when you told me that, so serious too. " Ra's said, chuckling quietly, squeezing (Y/N)'s hand once more.

" Sorry about it. But you can't tell Bruce at all. " (Y/N) said and Ra's said of course. It's not really life threatening so Bruce doesn't have to know anything about it.

" Of course I won't. " Ra's said and (Y/N) removed his own hand from his and showed him his pinky finger.

" Pinky promise Ra's? " (Y/N) said and Ra's smiled, indulging (Y/N).

" Pinky promise. " Ra's said as he leaned closer to (Y/N)'s face, giving him a kiss. (Y/N) smiled into the kiss and has moved to sit in Ra's lap.

" I wish I could spend the day with you beloved, but I have work to do." Ra's said after breaking the kiss, caressing (Y/N)'s cheek.

" I have work to do too. We will meet for lunch? " (Y/N) asked and Ra's nodded, giving him one last kiss and (Y/N) hopped off of Ra's lap.

" Later Ra's. "

" Later beloved. "

#ra's al ghul x male reader #dc comics #dc x male reader #x male reader

[wolfie-1221]

some rhaenicent fic recommendations

grey ridge (ríl liatroma) by molter ( @molter-writes ) - married with kids; business drama; they’re sickeningly cute; arguably the best thing ive read in the fandom; 10 out of 10; read it like 6 times; if you haven’t read it dude what are you waiting for

ride the dragon (and do it quickly) by molter - the #roadtrip fix it 

love is complicated by molter - Alicent is an actress and Rhaenyra is her rich best friend; they idiots and they’re in love; Laena is featured and she is fed up

leaf and blade by molter  - it’s summer; they’re hiding their relationship; they’re teachers; and my all time favorite tag ‘harwin gets a whistle’ 

cleopatra by dontaskmedude   - divergence from episode 4; Joffery does not die; Laenor and Rhaenyra do everything right; Alicent and Rhaenyra raise their kids together 

someone to watch me die by dontaskmedude  - this is just, this is just depressing; good but depressing; like if hurt/no comfort is your thing this is for you; it’s just so, so sad; Alicent in chains/Rhaenyra half year queen era but no happy ending; do not read this if you want them to be happy 

Untouchable by mylordshesacactus - young rhaenicent; if Aemma never died and if Alicent never married viserys; i love this story so much you dont get it

Blame it on Fate by Lumyart ( @lumyart ) - they’re rival co hosts; well, actually, they’re rival co hosts in Alicent’s mind; Rhaenyra is thoroughly enamored (as per usual) 

you don't know what love is (if you don't put up a fight) by tansymeadows - viserys manages to last a couple extra days and Rhaenyra returns after Alicent blinked her pretty brown eyes and said “you’ve only just arrived”

The Silver Queen and the Lady in Green by WanderingFan - idk how to explain this; honestly just read it; it’s really good; slow burn; like incredibly slow burn im on chapter 26 rn and they’ve only just become friends a couple chapters ago but god is it worth it 

is it too soon to do this yet ('cause I know it's delicate) by Arvedui - episode 1 divergence; it’s cute; they’re cute 

would it be enough (if i could never give you peace?) by Arvedui  - Jeyne Arryn my beloved; you and Laena would get along splendidly when it comes to these two nitwits ( i say with affection) 

Midnights Like This by pure_black_wings - based on Taylor’s album; college setting; slow burn

Duty and Sacrifice (A History of Rhaenyra the Blessed by Archmaester Gyldayn) by TheIronDragon10    (@theirondragonrants) - now when i say i love this story i mean i LOVE this story; if you ever wanted to know what the House of the Dragon looked like thoroughly united then LOOK NO FURTHER; top tier; it’s wonderful; it has angst, it has joy, it has family and sibling vibes, it has slow burn, it has pain and healing and love everything i could ever want from a realistic version of canon where my girls can be happy; emphasis on realistic because the irondragon does not pull any punches 

Cleaving to Rhaenyra by WanderingFan - another episode 4 divergence 

you’ve got your demons (darlin’ they all look like me) by geralehane    ( @geralehane ) - the reincarnation au 

lying (in the hollows of your heart) by wakesiren ( @wakesirens)  - read this for the last scene of chapter 3 and thank me later; update: READ THIS FOR CHAPTER FOUR AND THANK ME LATER

towers and dragons verse by beepboop (permanganato) - Alicent is one adorable nerd okay and Rhaenyra just loves her 

what is it good for? by bluebaric ( @viscountcrow ) - arranged marriage au; Rhaenyra is a war hero; Alicent is perpetually terrified for her life  

tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart by alphayamergo   ( @sydneysageivashkov ) - this was just, this was just hilarious; like picture Corlys and Otto snarling at each other from across the council room trying to convince Rhaenyra to marry either Alicent or Laena and that’s what this is

thine is the queendom by liadrell ( @lesbianalicent ) - this was an excellent read, really good character dive on alicent

Ember to Flame by CrowSaint (@ dayneonychus ) - COLOUR ME INTRIGUED 

our shadow over the sea by queensmooting - sigh

Long Live Our Queens! by WanderingFan - they’re gonna kill their fathers and they’re gonna rule together and it’s gonna be great

blood in your mouth (I wish it was mine) by dontaskmedude - this made me shed some tears

Of Our Own Accord by 99bad_habits ( @99bad-habits ) - can’t wait to see how this turns out; canon divergence at 1x08; Viserys lives long enough and Rhaenyra returns on dragonback and our girls get to co-rule

there’s more i just got tired so feel free to add your own

#rhaenicent #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #hotd #i truly think i consume a ridiculous amount of fic so here #i also feel like ive just given you all a peak into my soul #also if i missed anyone's blogs im very very sorry i probably couldn't find the name of it #fic recs #rhaenicent fic recs

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Don't Speak 16

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, stalking, manipulation, reclusive behaviour, disordered eating and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (f!short!reader)

Character: librarian!Andy Barber

Note: Happy Wednesday. I didn't have to change this because apparently the last time I updated was also a Wednesday.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

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Love you all. Take care. 💖

You look in the mirror, the steam receding to the frame. You look tired. You feel it. 

You put away the bottles you used for your bath and try some of the brown sugar moisturizer, hoping it might ease the dry spots left from the friction of your pillow. You cap it and place it in the basket with the rest.

You hang your towel on the rack and flip back the silver tab of the lock. You come out into the hall and nearly trip on your own toes. Andy stands casually against the wall, a dark blue towel folded over one arm, his phone in his other hand as he looks at you over the top.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I hope… hope I didn't take too long…"

"Nah, haven't been waiting long," he smiles and scratches his beard, a few tufts out of place as you hear the coarse graze of his fingertips, "sleep okay?"

You lie, "yes…You?"

"God knows I tried," he shrugs as he stands straight, "pretty shaken by the cops swinging by, you know?"

"Uh, sure," you tuck your lip under your teeth, "sorry–"

"You're not the one who needs to apologize," he waves you off and taps his thumb on the side button of his phone, crossing his arms, a gesture that emphasizes his size. "Anyway, I wanted to ask you something before I start the day."

"Oh?" Your brows squiggle together. What have you done wrong now?

"Did you wanna come to the library? I figured if you need to put together a resume for your application I could get together a few resources. It'd be a quiet place to work." He looks almost nervous as you watch his hand squeeze his phone tighter, knuckles white, "we could get some tea down at the cafe, maybe some lunch?"

You consider him and his request. It isn't a bad idea. You don't know where to start with a resume. You only imagine a blank piece of paper, as empty as your life. You try to smile, your cheeks dimpling painfully.

"Okay," you agree. 

You don't know you have the courage to say no. It is his house and it's a thoughtful idea. Amber always said you should get out when you feel grey… Amber…

"I'll go get my tablet," you say to chase away your sadness, "thanks, Andy."

"No problem," he takes a breath, relief uncoiling the tension from him. Had he really been so anxious? "You're the one doing me a favour, so thank you."

"I am?"

"Yeah, I won't complain for the company and it'll give me something to look forward to," he moves towards the bathroom door as you sidle out of his way. His hand seems to float over your shoulder just before you elude it. Instead he presses it to the door. "I'll try to hurry."

🕊️

It feels almost surreal to be back at the library. It's a reminder of everything that's happened. All that's changed.

Andy brings you in with him as he opens. You stand at the counter and watch him. He does everything with graceful certainty. It makes you insecure, there's nothing you know how to do so effortlessly.

When the library opens, it remains quiet. Andy gathers a few books for reference and you take them to the basement, wary of getting in his way as the first patrons arrive. You're much more comfortable in the isolated underground. 

You claim your usual spot and prop your tablet up in its case sideways. You open a book and delve into the basic formatting of a resume. You type your name at the top but the next line stumps you. Address? What do you put? Andy's? You don't even know it.

You skip that and put your email. Phone number? Yeah, not that either.

You work slowly. Your frustration mounts as you distract yourself with making neat margins and inserting lines over inputting any information. You have nothing to add. No skills, no experience, no value. 

You put your head in your hands and take a deep breath. You're overwhelmed by this simple task. How can you expect to have a job? Like Andy and Amber and everyone else. Everything that is so easy for them is almost impossible for you. You are dumb and worthless.

You stay like that for a while, staring at the table, fighting back tears. What are you going to tell Andy? That you're a loser. That all those expectations he has, you can't meet. Maybe you deserve everything you get, maybe Amber didn't deserve the blight of your existence.

"You're here," her voice draws your head up, as if you summoned her with your thoughts.

You blink, not believing she's real. Amber rushes forward and you sit back, staring wide eyed, terrified at her. She winces and stays on the other side of the table.

"What… why are you looking at me like that?" She clasps her hands together, "please, just listen, please," she pulls out the chair and sits, stretching and arm across the table, "I'm not here to argue–"

"How did you find me?"

"It's not that hard, I know you. I'm your sister."

You fold your arms, shrinking down, brow furrowing, heart sinking. Why is she doing this? She's only her to make you feel worse.

"I'm not here to argue, alright? I just want you to hear me."

"You called the police," you accuse.

"You left in the middle of the night," she hisses, "what was I supposed to do? I was scared."

"And so was I," you snap back. "I'm fine…" you look down and spread your hands over the pages, pushing the book flat, "I'm going to get a job."

She pauses and looks down at the book. She leans in and nods.

"That's great," she forces out stuntedly, "I can help if–"

"No," you shake your head.

She sits back and sighs, "what did I do?" 

"I told you. I'm not a child."

"I know you aren't, bubba."

"Bubba?! You talk to me like I am."

She seals her lips and swallows your word with another nod. She puts her hands on the table, as if steadying herself.

"Right, I'm not going to talk to you like a child. I'm just going to say what I came to say and you can choose to hear me or not." She takes a breath and sets her jaw, "that man does not want to help you. You can't see it but he doesn't want what's best for you, I do.

"I know you've made your choice but it's the wrong one. I can't change your mind, police said they won't bring you back, but I can at least try to talk some sense into you. You do what you want, be the adult you claim to be, but at the end of the day, you're my sister and you always will be.

"Bubba, if this all goes wrong, when it does, I will be waiting. My door is open. Today, tomorrow, in a week, a year, whenever you need me–"

She shudders as her eyes glisten and she puts her palm to her chest, "please just think about what you're doing."

You drop your chin. Your heart clenches. Amber always sounds right. She's always been there but you just can't go back. It feels cowardly to change your mind just because you have to do things for yourself. 

And you just don't believe her. You want to so bad but you see what she's doing. Andy showed you what to look for; she's playing the victim. She hurt you, you didn't hurt her. She couldn't handle you being out of control and now she's panicking.

"Bub…" she utters. You just stare at your lap. "Let me know if you need anything. I'll bring you whatever you want–"

"Hoovering," you whisper, tilting your head up slightly at Amber's confused hum, "it's when a narcissist tries to win back someone they lost. Through spontaneous contact and making empty promises…"

"Bubba, how– I wouldn’t do that."

"I thought you wouldn't… before."

She lingers for a moment. She stands slowly and fixes her purse on her shoulder. She looms over the table and lets out a shallow breath that sounds like a sob.

"You know I'll pick up the phone. I'll be there…" she drags her fingers across the table, "whenever you need me."

She hesitates before she turns to leave. You hear her gulping as she steps between the shelves and steps shuffle out from the staircase.

"Hey, what are you–" Andy's accusation fills the silence, "dove! Are you okay?"

"Shut up," Amber growls, "and don't touch me." You look up as she shoves away his hand on her arm, "I'm leaving…" her voice is sticky with repressed grief, "she won't listen. Are you happy you fucking monster?"

He squares his shoulders and looks at her, glares down his nose, "I'm helping her. Something you never did."

"Fuck yourself. If you hurt her, I will–"

"That won't work. You're not going to stand here and scare her," he snarls, "so go."

They lock in a staredown before Amber elbows past him, marching to the stairs and stopping to look back down at the aisle. You sink down and cover your face. You feel a pit swallowing up. This shouldn't be so hard. None of it. Writing this damn resume or living your own life. It's so hard.

🕊️

You sit in the cafe, watching the street through the window from your seat in the corner. You feel as if you're outside your own body, like you're floating over the pedestrians, watching from some secret tower. You close your eyes and see the blank document etched into your retinas. 

The clink of a dish brings your head up. You sit back, limp and barely able to support your own weight. You just feel empty.

Andy sets down a sandwich before you, beside the steaming tea you hadn't touched. He gives a sheepish smile as your eyes bore past him. He sits and places a napkin beside you plate.

Neither the sight or scent of food can stir your appetite. You can't even remember the last time you ate. Last night you pushed around the casserole noodles until he stopped paying attention.

"Looks good," he says as he reaches for his foamy coffee. "I grabbed a little surprise for dessert tonight," he says as he sets his cup down and pats his jacket pocket.

You nod and clear your throat. The simple act hurts.

"Thank you," you force out.

"Well," he hovers his hand over his plate, "dig in. It looks delicious and I'm sure you're starving."

"Uh, sure," you drone and consider the thick sandwich; a croissant stacked with turkey and swiss, a leaf of lettuce and slice of tomato peeking out.

You grab your cup instead and take a swig. You hum, "I didn't even try my tea," you distract him, "how's your coffee?"

"Good, mocha usually isn't my thing but not bad. Gotta try new things, right, dove?"

"Mhmm," you peel away the edge of the lettuce and make yourself nibble it. It tastes awful. Everything is terrible.

"Been a good day, so far, not too busy," he carries on, "how's the resume coming?"

You shrug, "not done…"

He clucks and nods, letting out a long breath. He leans forward and picks up his ham and cheddar on rye. He takes a bite as you tear away some of the croissant and pretend to chew on the end.

"So… guess we should talk," he swallows, "about your sister."

"I don't want to," you whine, "please–"

"I need to know what she said, honey. To protect you. Like last night, hm? When she sent the cops after you like some criminal."

"She was only worried," you rebuff.

"About herself. About making herself feel better by standing on your back," he puts and elbow on the table, lowering his brow in a serious way, "I tell you every day you can do anything, and what did she ever do but tell you not to even try."

You frown. Your heart is in pieces. You don't want to be here. You don't want to be anywhere.

"I'll keep working on my resume," you say, "I'll be done it soon."

He huffs and sniffs at his sandwich before taking another bite. He is silent as he swallows, his gaze weighing on you.

"We can get a box if you wanna take that back with you. No eating in the stacks but just don't let anyone see."

"Thank you, Andy," you say, "I'll be hungry later for sure."

"Mhmm," he taps his foot under the table, letting the silence hang.

You cross your arms and sit back, looking past him to the street again. You wish you had somewhere to be with a briefcase, or were running to catch a bus, you wish you had any purpose but to be a burden.

🕊️

You put the casserole in as Andy mutters to himself and flips through the channels. He says there's some ball game on. You're happy he at least had something to fill the void of your conversations.

You wait in the kitchen. You watch the timer countdown and when it dings you take out the pan. You set it on the counter and scoop out a healthy helping into a plate. You take a fork and knife and rest it on the rim, going to stand in the archway that looks into the front room.

"Do you wanna eat here or at the table?"

Andy looks over, his arm stretched over the back cushion of the grey couch.

"I'll come eat with you," he volunteers as he sits forward.

"No, it's okay. I'm going to lay down… I have a headache."

"A headache? I have advil," his forehead creases with concern.

"Already took something. I think it's going to rain…"

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry. I… was looking forward to eating together."

"It's okay. Tomorrow," you promise, "please, enjoy and watch your game."

His mouth slants as you approach and put the plate on the coffee table. You feel uneven and wobbly. You just want to sleep until you can't wake up.

"I'm sure I'll feel better tomorrow," you step back and hide a yawn behind your hand.

"I hope so," he says, "I'll check on you before I turn in. Just to make sure you're okay."

"You don't have to…"

"I want to," he insists, "you know where to find me if you need anything.'

You slowly back away. You turn and drag your feet to the door. You don't need anything but to be alone.

#andy barber #dark andy barber #dark!andy barber #andy barber x reader #don't speak #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #series #defending jacob #au #library au

[tequiilasunriise]

Annabel Lee & Fears: A Short Essay Based On Ep70

Here it is, folks, the truest crux of Annabel’s character, her deepest fears is not going mad or even people discovering she’s not as put together as she tries to appear, but rather:

Was that gambit of constant scheming and using others worth it, Annabel? Was always trying to think ten steps ahead and always keep yourself in a position of power and control truly worth it, because how can you ever be trusted when all you do is play 5D chess with everyone?

There is is, folks!!! Just like her greatest strength- her cunning willpower- is centered around a certain bright moon, Annabel’s greatest fear is rooted in Lenore. The deepest, darkest trenches of her soul, the one thing that would shatter her heart and send her lungs choking fer breath? The killing blow that would end her and make all these charades worthless? It’s Lenore seeing her constant conniving and asking Annabel, “Why would I be any different? You already have no problem using everyone else as a pawn, how could I ever possibly trust you, Annabel Lee?”

The way Annabel is SUCH a great morally grey character, y’all tell me you love hot villains yet many a time I’ve seen people calling Annabel too heartless. She’s the opposite! She cares!! SO MUCH!!! She would burn the world down if it meant kissing Lenore one last time, to the point where her deepest fear is losing Lenore in the process of trying to protect her. All Annabel knows is using manipulation to gain the upper hand because simply being born a woman in the Victorian era she was so throughly disadvantaged by such a horribly misogynistic society that girlypop had to scrape together any form of control she could. Annabel wants so badly to protect Lenore but all she knows are her own methods of protecting herself, which involves plausibility deniability and facades and sometimes sheer cruelty, and that’s where the conflict arises. From the start Annabel assumed Lenore and her had the same understanding of this ‘fake enemies’ ploy going on but surprise surprise babygirl, not everyone is overthinking four parallel universes ahead like you do. This boils over into her lover having doubts on what’s real and what’s not, which then culminates into Lenore asking if Annabel is using her affections as empty currency to get what she wants, and Annabel’s first move to tell Lenore to fucken kill her????

“To you alone, I have left myself completely defenseless.”

The drama of it all!! The shattered facade leading to exploding vulnerability of it all!! The dim sun sparking out into a heat death just to prove her sincerity of it all!!! The exposed innermost organs ripping out my heart with my bare hands and begging you, “Do you see it now? Do you see the way it beats for you and only you? Tell me you see it, tell me you see me…” of it all!!

Oh baby the way Annabel still retains this deep fear of Lenore not truly believing in the “only thing that’s real” to her, the way her lover’s ghost still lingers and haunts her and is then ripped up from her innermost psyche like a desecrated grave and given form by Ada’s power. The way, after all this time- and I mean all this time from Lenore’s constructed resurrection, to their relationship blossoming into a wedding, all the fucking way up to that bell tower scene, the fucken way Annabel still never truly let go of her fear that Lenore doesn’t see her, doesn’t see how she alone bashed through all of Annabel’s walls and made a home where her heart laid. I’m sure during their living relationship all the way until the wedding Annabel’s fears were greatly settled, but it’s the fucken way these panels implied that this wretched heartache never completely left Annabel’s guilt-wracked soul.

I just know, okay I just KNOW, that even up until she was putting her wedding dress on Annabel still questioned if she even deserved this happy ending because she still feel phantoms of guilt fer this betrayal. This comic only furthers this implication of unabsolved guilt when it’s made clear as day that Annabel’s biggest fear is Lenore not believing in her love. And before anyone argues how Annabel can currently feel guilt fer betraying Lenore when she hasn’t recovered the memory yet, I’ll argue back that from the very beginning of the comic these two were inexplicably drawn to each other even when they had NO memories. Therefore, even if she doesn’t have the explicit memory, I highly doubt Annabel’s subconscious would ever let go of something as huge as deeply hurting the one person she truly cared about in such a wretched way.

Fuck, dude, I mean Annabel’s greatest fear wasn’t even Lenore dying- which was already a huge thing if y’all remember her tearstreaked, panicked, “What is left? If she’s not here, what’s the point?”- no her greatest is Lenore!!! Not!!! Believing!! Her!!! Like yeah losing Lenore physically definitely would’ve cut so deep even her bones would bear the scars, but losing Lenore in the form of the other woman walking the same ground as her but choosing to stay away?? Call her fucking selfish because some people would rather have their other half still be alive even if they’re not by their side, but Annabel ain’t one of them that’s fer sure. Babygirl has spent a lifetime perfecting the craft of deceiving others fer her own gain, but the ONE TIME she’s genuine her heart is to be called nothing more but empty??? Oh babbyyy that’s gotta fucken hurt.

The thing is, I don’t think Annabel really loves herself all that much. I really don’t. A huge focus on self-preservation doesn’t necessarily mean one really loves themselves, and when we add the aforementioned guilt she carries? Plus, the fact that Annabel being forced to swallow down her anxiety attacks from a young age could easily lead to her having a rather sour view of her 'not normal' self? Yeah no yeah, I truly don’t think Annabel loves herself that much, if at all. So really, this line is adding immense insult to already grievous injury. Not only does Annabel deeply fear Lenore not believing her affections to be true, she also fears the New Yorker misconstruing her as nothing more but a shallow as hell, prissy, little pampered damsel, a role pretty much everyone else regulates her into whether she wants it or not (right from the beginning, before she even set her schemes in full effect, Annabel was already explaining, “Ada wanted a queen, so I gave her one”). Lenore, the only one Annabel had believed to ever really see her fer her, is now discrediting Annabel’s vulnerable affections AND seeing her as that unloving ice queen like everyone else?? Horrible terrible horrible!!! She may have a ribbon threatening to strangle her right now, but it’s clear that ghost!Lenore’s words are what truly cut her down to size. Y’all seeing that fucken pain in Annabel’s eyes? Her worst fear is just so… personal.

Which actually leads me to my next point, which is how just before Annabel’s worst fear is revealed in stark, horrifying detail, we see Prospero’s. Lemme just preface this by saying what Prospero went through is n o t any less terrible and is a super fucken mega valid fear/trauma, but let me cook y’all just hear me out. Prospero’s fear seems to be about medical malpractice and/or being conscious during a painful operation that likely went south (aka ‘oh shiiitttt he fucken DEAD-‘), and that’s fucking tragic as all hell. Yet, okay let me cook here, it’s more… I don’t want to say general, because that does NOT mean his fear is any less significant but it’s like. Way back when, death via medical bullshit was more or less fairly common, especially during wartimes (which is the era I headcanon Prospero to be from); meanwhile, Annabel’s fear is so uniquely hers, it’s borne of a culmination of specific experiences tied together by her relationship with Lenore.

By contrast of a more common fear vs something so deeply personal and specific to this one person- because it’s not just unrequited love, it’s being so vehemently denied and misunderstood by the ONE (1!) person who you wholeheartedly trusted in your entire life who also oops mega died on you- this distinction gives way to an almost more raw, more visceral feeling to Annabel’s fear sequence. Again!!! I am not undermining Prospero’s own trauma, I promise!!! But you have to admit that there’s something, from a narrative standpoint, that hits so much harder with how deeply personal Annabel’s fear is. The contrast is even more great when you look at how Prospero’s involved a buncha bloodied hands not really tied to any faces or even any indication of personhood like accessories, scars, etc etc. It could’ve been a group of anyone holding him down hurting him; on the flipside, Annabel is being restrained by one very specific person we see in full view. The faceless crowd who could’ve been anyone at anytime vs the lone perpetrator whose history you know like a second name. It’s just!!! So personal!!!

In conclusion, on the surface level, one would think a character so deeply ingrained in using deceptions and manipulation would have her greatest fear tie into having her true nature revealed to everyone she’d fooled, but then it turns out it’s the complete fucking opposite. What homegirl fears the most is her truest, innermost self not being believed and accepted by just one (1!) person. The way it’s framed is just so heartstabbingly personal, especially when you parallel it to a previous fear sequence just a few panels preceding it. This is it, your honor, this is Annabel’s deepest driving force broken down to its bare essentials. To hell with whatever reputation she’s carefully crafted! Who cares what anyone else thinks of her if she doesn’t believe her, if she doesn’t SEE her. Really, truly see her. Lenore is the defining point that Annabel has revolves around so wholeheartedly, and there’s no point to anything anymore if Annabel loses her. This crux of her character, OHHH BBAAABBYY it’s just so well done because we, as the audience, have been given clear evidence to build up this narrative of Annabel’s characterization fer so long now and to finally see it come together in a fiery explosion of lesbian angst with this latest chapter??? Gods, the writing of Nevermore will never not drive me absolutely insane in the membrane.

#if yall think this essay went crazy i need yall to kmow i once wrote a legit MLA cited college research paper about mf Bumbleby #and I got a high grade and everything yall heard me it was 12 pt new times roman and had literal academic sources to back up my points #i had to cut it down from 15 pages to like 10 bc of a max word count my prof set it was so sad #so yeahhhhhhh your girl may or may not just go crazy on the fictional analysis #which makes sense when u know that imma character-driven writer #anyways in conclusion i be clocking in to fight fer annabel as an amazingly written character like its a 9-5 job #to all the ppl who doubted her how yall feeling rn hmmmmmmm #annabel lee whitlock ur just so much fun to dissect like a lesbian lab project #nevermore webtoon #white raven #annabel lee whitlock #lenore vandernacht #prospero nevermore #<—i swear i care fer the rat man guys i rlly rlly do #but man. the way annabel’s shit was just to personal. it rlly got me okay???

[mrs-johansson]

Strangers in the night - Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

Part 20:

“Today we are joined by an amazing actress, director, and screenwriter. You’ve seen her in films like Red Sparrow, Lady Bird, and the Divergent trilogy. Please welcome, Y/n Cole,” called out James Corden and I walked out from the back.

I sat on the sofa and before we started he introduced the other guest. Ellen fucking Pompeo. “Oh my god hi,” I stood up and Ellen spread her arms with a wide smile. “Hi!” She said and we hugged. “I am fangirling, so sorry,” we all sat down. “I’m guessing you’re a Grey’s Anatomy fan, Y/n,” started James. “Are you kidding? I live and breathe by Grey’s Anatomy,” I said and the crowd laughed along with Ellen. “It’s season 15 now, who is your favorite character at the moment?” “Ugh… I looove Meredith,” I glanced at Ellen and she smiled. “I truly think since Derek died, she’s a better character in general. I love Jo, oh Amelia, she’s the best. Alex is one of my favorites too, along with Bailey. I can’t choose!” I sighed and shook my head. “Do you watch the show often?” Asked James. “Oh yeah. Very often. Actually, I made my girlfriend watch it with me, so we started at the beginning,” I said, already nervous about what was coming now that I mentioned Scarlett. James saw the opportunity and with a smile, he started talking. “Now that you’ve mentioned, you just went public with your girlfriend who’s none other than Scarlett Johansson,” he said and the crowd erupted in cheers and I just shyly smiled. “I was genuinely surprised when I saw your post. I haven’t heard any rumors or that kind of talk around the two of you,” he said. “That was a struggle, believe me,” I chuckled, and then so did the crowd. “We did our very best to lay low at all times. And we just shot Jojo Rabbit so it was very important for us not to look like we’re just trying to promote the movie, so we just laid low for a while now.” “But you’re happy?” Asked James and I smiled very widely just knowing how happy I actually am. “I can’t even describe how happy I am. It just feels… right,” I explained even though I could barely put my feelings into words.

***

“Please water them Scar, they're gonna die if you don’t,” I basically whined as she helped me move my suitcases into the car outside. “I will water your plants every day,” she let the suitcase over to my driver who put it in the truck. “Thank you,” I said and he sat behind the wheel. “Have fun and text me when you can. I’ll bring Rose when I can,” Scarlett took my hands. Smiling cutely. “I will. I’ll miss you but it’s gonna be fun when I come home,” I smiled and she nodded. “It sure will.” “Okay, I need to leave. I love you,” I gave her a long kiss before pulling her in a hug. “I love you too.”

I got into the car and we made our way to the airport where I got on the plane and took off to Massachusetts.

On the plane I’ve read the script multiple times, memorizing my bigger parts.

When I touched down I checked into the hotel and because we have a tight schedule, the table read was just 2 hours after my landing.

Getting all my essentials for the rest of the day and I was at the office in no time.

I don’t think I’ve ever been so comfortable going into a new project. I’ve worked with the director before, I’ll have Flo there and Timmy, and the only thing I was nervous about is Meryl Streep. I don’t think I need to explain that.

I walked into the room and I spotted Florence right away, who was speaking to Emma Watson and Eliza Scanlen. There was Greta Gerwig at the front table talking with probably the producers. I didn’t see Timothée anywhere so I quickly texted him but then I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder. I turned around and I was faced with the icon herself, Meryl Streep. “I didn’t mean to scare you, sorry. I just wanted to say hi, before we start,” she said and I was just standing there, my mouth dry. The next thing I know something just hit me in the back. Like a crumpled piece of paper. Quickly cleaned my throat and answered. “Sorry,” I chuckled. “It’s so nice to meet you. I’m such a big fan of yours, but I’m sure you get this from everyone,” I mumbled, trying to not faint. “Oh well, it’s not the same from everyone, so thank you. But, I must say I’m also a fan of your work. Red Sparrow was amazing,” said MERYL STREEP. I can’t wait to tell my dad about this. “Wow, uhm… thank you so much. It means a lot,” I smiled and with a hand on my shoulder once again she stepped away and went over to Greta. Timmy literally jumped to my side and I’m sure he heard everything because he had a big smile on his face, his eyebrows almost meeting with his hairline from the excitement. “That was siiick,” he whisper-yelled and shook me by the shoulders. “I just can’t believe that happened,” I said. I spoke with everyone a little, and I was really excited about this movie.

After we all got our seats, Greta spoke a few words and we started.

We had such a great time. Everyone was laughing and when something emotional happened we all paid attention to those who were in the scene.

Around 8 pm we finished and it was amazing. We all had great chemistry with each other so I think this is gonna work out really well.

“Do you guys want to go have dinner? I know a great place,” I suggested and most of them accepted the invite.

Timothée, Florence and I got into one car and Emma, Eliza, James and Laura into the other one. Laura needed a little convincing to tag along because she said “I’m too old to go with all of you”, but she’s way too cool not to come with us.

We all fell into conversation pretty quickly as we got to the restaurant. Everyone was talking to someone and I think everyone felt comfortable with one another. “So you get to experience both Noah and Greta’s directing methods, that must be interesting,” I said to Laura who was sitting next to me. “Yeah, it’s so fun. Both of them are so different but I’m sure they’ll have some similarities.” “You guys shot the whole of Marriage Story on film, right?” “Yes, but I’m sure Scarlett told you all about it,” she smiled cheekily. I smiled shyly and nodded. “She did, yeah. I love the story so much, it’s just so full of love and your character just seems so fun and cool,” I said. “It is an amazing story. Noah did such a great job with the script. But let’s not talk about work in off time too, I could barely get Scarlett away from her phone while working,” she bumped her shoulder to mine and I just smiled. “I uhm… we talked a lot that time yeah,” I said and Laura smiled knowingly. “Ah well her smile was different. She was happy and glowing. I think you surprised everyone, but I could tell it’s genuine. I’m glad you have each other.”

***

“Hello?” Heard the voice over the phone. “Scarlett? Baby, hi,” I mumbled as I saw her beautiful face on the screen. “Okay, you’re drunk. First day went well then,” she chuckled adorably. “It was so fun! Oh my God, Meryl Streep is amazing. She said Red Sparrow was amazing. Funny because I’m naked in that one,” I said while taking my dress off, but I accidentally stumbled onto the couch. “Careful there.” “I’m fine,” I threw the dress on the floor and made my way to the bed. “Take off your makeup before you go to bed, baby,” said Scarlett over the phone. “I don’t want to though,” I whined as I sat on the fluffy bed. “You’ll thank me tomorrow.” “Fine,” I sighed and moved to the bathroom. “How was your day?” I mumbled as I fidgeted with my skincare bag. “It was good. We had some reshoots for Endgame so it was fun,” she said. “Oh don’t tell me any spoilers or I’m gonna cry,” I started to take my makeup off. “I won’t, I won’t. I think you’re gonna like it though.” “Yeah? I’m sure you’ll look hot in it so I’m not worried,” I smirked at the screen and she just laughed. “I’ve never seen you this drunk before, how much did you have?” “Just a couple glasses to be honest,” I shrugged. “Aha, I’m not so sure about that.” “I’m telling you, it wasn’t a lot.” “If I text Laura, are you sure she’s gonna say the same thing?” I glanced down at the phone and a smile pulled on my lips. “No.” “Yeah, that’s what I thought, but I’m glad you’re already having fun. I’m sure it’s gonna be a great shoot.” “Oh my god, yeeees. I love everyone so much,” I threw the makeup wipes in the trash and rinsed my face with cold water before going back to the bedroom. “Take a painkiller in case this all goes to hell. And drink a lot of water.” “I’ve been drunk before, I know how this works Mom,” I chuckled. “I just want to make sure you’re okay, baby.” “I know, I know. Thank you for that,” I blew a kiss towards the screen. “Always. What’s the plan tomorrow?” She asked. As I could see, she was just lying in bed with glasses and a big sweatshirt on. The TV reflected from her glasses making it a bit difficult to see her eyes. “Rehearsals for the next week and just after that we start shooting. But I can’t waaaait, I’m so excited for this one. I just know that it’s gonna be so so good and fun,” I laid down in bed and pulled the covers up to my chin. “I’m excited for you and to see it. Have you done a period movie yet, I don’t think so, right?” “Not this old, no. The latest was the Gatsby I think,” I yawned while trying hard to focus on the conversation. “You should go to bed, Y/n,” Scarlett said as she got up from her bed. “I really should but I love talking to my girlfriend, she’s kinda fun you know,” I rolled over to my stomach, trying to get comfortable. “Yeah? Well, your girlfriend is not going anywhere so you can speak to her whenever you’re free.” “I know,” I said slowly, just looking at the screen and admiring how amazing she was. “I love you,” I said, still feeling the booze. “I love you too, you drunk. Go to bed, honey. Text me when you wake up, okay?” She said softly with the cutest smile on her face. “I will. I love you.” “I love you too, sleep well.” “You too.”

***

All the cast members filled up the room as we were waiting for Greta. Florence on my right side and Timothée on the left. Sunglasses on both of their faces, sliding off their chairs, heads tilted back. “How are you not dead?” Murmured Timmy as he pulled the hood of his sweater over his head. “I have an amazing girlfriend who takes care of me. And you crazy people just downed every glass you found on the table,” I gave him a bottle of water. “Thanks.”

“Alright everybody, I hope you had a good night's sleep. Today is like to go through some of the bigger monologues so we can work on those if it’s necessary,” Greta explained and as I looked at my friends, I quietly chuckled. “Today’s gonna be fun.”

#gxg #scarlett johansson x you #scarlett johansson x female reader #scarlett johansson x reader #scarlett johansson imagines #scarlett johansson #timothee chamalet #florence pugh

[alphawolfstabs]

My thoughts on the Billy and Sam storyline ‼️

- bare with me, I got a lot to say about this.

• First of all- I will say I absolutely love and hate this storyline- I love it because I love Sam and Billy, I hate it because some parts felt iffy BUT ANYWAYS.

• Starting in the first movie here- hallway scene. We see two girls walk past Billy as Sid runs into him- after one of the girls pass, another passes and says “Hey christy, wait up!” Christina carpenter!! Anyways- he seems a bit distracted, doesn’t he?

You can see him look away for a moment midconvo- NOW I WILL SAY. This could just be his mannerisms, however, for this let’s say it’s not.

• this would mean that He might’ve had a fling with Christina sometime during his relationship with Sid. Not a shocker, really, considering he didn’t really seem to actually love her.

•Skip forward, Billys dead, Sam learns he’s her father, she’s an adult and has a little sister Tara.

• Sam sees hallucinations of Billy often in reflective surfaces, reason being: he’s her father. Once she knows this, and knows what he did, it causes her to distance from her family and woodsboro as she’s not keen on the idea of being like him.

• Billy kinda acts like herrrr.. “Dark Passenger”, so to speak. [if any of you get this reference I’m forever happy.]

• First time we see Ghostly Billy, it’s in the hospital. And Billy mentions that Sam needs to tell Tara why she’s being targeted. So, Sam does this.

• Later, we see Billy in the car with Sam and he’s being a silly stupid menace. He’s basically just like “let’s fucking stab whoever is doing this to you and your sister! Cmon! Stabby stab!”

• Now, you could interpret this as Billy caring about Sam and Tara. OR you could interpret this as Sam thinking that maybe Billy would actually care if he was around. Either way, this scene makes him a Grey character. As he still wants to commit murder through Sam, he’s suggesting this because it’s his kid in danger. It’s a grey character thing.

• Later, at the end of the movie, Sam sees him again. This time, it’s because her boyfriend Richie is about to murder her. Billy nods over to the knife, and when Sam looks at it then back at him, he kinda gives a nod. Which, could be a nod of approval. Which again, shows that maybe Billy could care about his kid.

• Scream 6. Sam reveals that killing Richie was pretty damn easy, because it meant her and Tara would be safe. However, because of this, she becomes the town pariah. They took Billy’s whole plan, and made it sound like her. Meaning they think she committed all the murders and pinned it on Richie. [which by the way, I didn’t like so much. Redundancy.]

• one thing I wanna mention, I believe it was Gale who mentioned Billy AND stu as killers. Most forget stu, think he was just a lapdog when he was in fact VERY IMPORTANT.

• Anyways. Sam comes across all the robes and knives with the robes and she’s immediately drawn to Billy’s.

• Sam gets her hallucinations back and the first thing Billy says is something like “How cool is this place-” and you can tell by her demeanor she’s unsettled.

• Team Loomis ‼️

• Sam ends up Taking said Robe and knife at the end of the movie to kill the ghostfaces who’re after her because of Richies death

• She doesn’t want to, because then she’s be proving to Billy that she’s a killer just like him. But she needs to survive. She really does.

• She gets a little knife happy, but that’s okay because she’s a Loomis

• TARA is actually the one who gets her to commit the final murder which I think is a slay EBDJSND

• At the very end of the movie, Sam looks at the mask in her hand [Which is billys] and then she drops it. It’s symbolic in a way, showing she’s lowkey kinda over this Loomis shit.

• I LOVE LOVE LOVE this storyline because it shows how Sam grows, and it also gives us a little bit of grey character Billy moment

[Reblogs appreciated, but not forced!] [ @smashlovesscream ]

#billy loomis #sam carpenter #sam Loomis #christina carpenter #scream #scream 1996 #my analysis #this took a while #hope it’s good- #i was focused on three different things writing this #anyways #i really do like them together #but also it didn’t make sense sometimes #but they’re nice #autistic billy loomis

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BAD FEELING 14

I am so early it's getting annoying, you know, but I feel so happy when I write this! Also, I'm a GREAT Taylor Swift fan so if you think "Uhm, that's a funny coincidence" it's not lol.

Comment if you want me happyyyyy! I don't know if it's worth it to keep going, I don't know if people like it or not!

MASTERLIST

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14. One kiss, one page

The first days in District Thirteen are far from perfect. The suit they gave you is the most horrendous piece of clothing they could ever choose, and make up is forbidden. It is like they want to erase all the pretty things from the world.

You asked to be placed in Haymitch’s room, but they told you it wasn’t possible if you weren’t married. 

You are in quarantine, which means no mom, no Effie and no Katniss, you are all in a room with a lot of beds and parasols and grey curtains. They love grey, from what you’ve seen. Perla and Lora are still asleep, they are worse injured than you, and Finnick is working with something technological speaking with someone, but you can’t sleep.

The bright side is that for a night you still have your man. Tomorrow he is sent to rehab, a violent and deeply wrong kind of rehab you can’t quite put a finger on. Are they trying to make him feel worse? Because he is a spectacular asset in the revolution, but even a genius can’t think straight with tremors and headaches. 

«Can I tell you something without sounding ungrateful? Because I am. I am deeply grateful that you saved me.» You say, while Haymitch is in your bed. His hands are already shaking from the addiction, but you like to think your caresses can make the situation a little better. He hums in pleasure in response so maybe you are right.

«Go on.» 

«I don’t like this place.» You whisper. «All these rules are weird. I am not saying I would go back to the Capitol, but…»

He shuts you up with a kiss. «You made your point.» And he made his. You couldn’t speak freely, not yet. From the Capitol to District 13 you are still in the game, just with another character.

«Maybe I will like it better after quarantine.» You humour him. «I really hope I’ll be able to visit you.»

«Perhaps you shouldn’t. They explained what will happen, and they mentioned rage, hallucinations, there is a reason why I’m in isolation.» You’ve seen him in bad places before, but hallucinations… that scares you a little, you have to admit it. 

«I can handle it.» You murmur looking at his blue eyes. 

«You don’t have to.» 

«Yes I need to.» You shake your head. «You are not my mentor anymore.» 

«I know but-»

«No. You are not my mentor anymore, or my employer for what it matters. You don’t need to protect me from the world, what have I told you before? I am an adult just like you. I took care of you before, I cleaned your mess and stayed with you. I’m strong, Haymitch. And I like you. And if we want to continue what we have, and of course you want to because I’m flawless and stunning, we have to take care of each other. Fifty fifty.» 

He is silent. You didn’t want to give him a lecture, but at the same time he has to understand that he is not your boss. The power dynamics in your relationship are fucked up, but you are not a damsell in distress.

But maybe you overstepped. «If, if you want to keep going with it, of course.» You add, and now your eyes are on the floor.

«I wouldn’t have begun something with you if I didn’t know about the revolution.» He whispers.

«Funny, I thought I was going to die in a week.»

«I knew you weren’t. I mean, there was a chance, but not a high one.» He lifts up your chin, forcing you to watch him in the eyes. «I’m not good with those things.» He confesses.

«I know. I just want to know if you want it. Because if you don’t want it’s okay, but if you would like to be with me, without any label of sort, just you and me… Well we know we work well together.» 

«I’m a mess.» He argues.

«Do you want it?» You insist.

«You are twenty four and I’m forty one.» He retorts.

«Do you want me?» 

«I’m not a relationship type.»

«I never asked for a relationship but if you don’t want me I deserve to know.»

He shuts the hell up for a moment, and you can’t help but think of the worst. «Are you tired of me?»

He takes your lips in a kiss so fierce and powerful that is almost violent, all of his strength is on your body, all of his weight on you. «Never.» He answers between kisses.

You smirk. «I have broken ribs, you savage.» 

«Oh fuck sorry, I didn’t think.» He tries to get up but you immediately take him and push him down to you. He didn’t think. Not “I didn’t think about it”, he didn’t think because he was so whipped by you.

«Nah-ah, mine.» You purr in his ear. «Is that a yes?»

He just nods. You get it’s hard for him, after his parent’s and girlfriend’s death. He was isolated from the whole world, he said it himself he didn’t want to get attached to you. You managed to keep him tied to you nonetheless. 

«I like you so much. You don't have to tell me anything but I want you to know.» Because he thinks he doesn't deserve this. And maybe, just maybe, if you keep repeating it he will believe you.

«You have to get some sleep, sweetheart.» He kisses your forehead. You giggle at this exposure of tenderness.

«I don't want to waste time. What if there's a cute doctor and you fall in love with her?» This time you joke, but he rolls his eyes.

«Given the fact that I have been living like an hermit since I was seventeen, I think you are pretty safe in that field.» You hope. You tend to be the jealous type, you were with Clark and it wasn’t a sensual situation, you don’t know how you could react to jealousy in a relationship. Even if yours is not a relationship.

«They will have their claws on you. You are handsome, you know?» You start peppering kisses on his neck. «All the girls want to be me.»

«You are delusional.» You aren’t. As much as Perla can joke about it and Finnick can says he is old, he is not even fifty, he has strong arms and blue eyes, and he is magnetic in everything he does. You feel a little safer just because he is in disguise as this drunk grumpy crazy man who doesn’t want to talk to anyone, but it’s a charade. And even when he was playing the part he used to go to every shop in District 12 to buy something, just to help the people who worked there with his victor’s money. During Christmas he sometimes gave candies to the kids, or he gave you the money to do so without his name on it. He has a great heart. You hope women don’t notice it too much. 

«Oh c'mon! Maybe this drunk character you've created is not that appealing, but you must know you are good looking.» Even Katniss said it, when he was younger he was a looker.

«I was. When I was sixteen. At your age I was already a wreck.»

«No you weren't! And you are not now.»

You stay silent for a moment, and you stroke his hair. 

You hate Snow for what he has done to him, and you can’t help but wonder why you are not a wreck. You should be, you killed two people. People who had a family, dreams, ambitions. You always thought you would have been traumatised for that, thinking they had mothers who cried for them, children maybe, as for the Capitol man. In reality it didn’t happen. You can sleep at night. The Capitol man was a rapist and he deserved it, and you repeatedly asked Clark to be in an alliance with you, you begged him, and he was actively trying to kill you from the start.

Are you just evil? You know Haymitch is not, and he tries so hard to be. Maybe you try so hard to be good because you are evil.

«How was she?» You suddenly ask. 

«Who?» He frowns.

«Marjorie.»

You are sure he will stand up and go away, and you see in his eyes he is about to do this but he squeezes your hand.

«We were very young. She was the baker's daughter, like Peeta. She was beautiful. All the boys wanted her, you know.» He indulges himself to be a little proud of his younger self, who succeeded in conquering the most beautiful girl in the district. You ignore the sting of jealousy, because it’s nonsense. She is dead.

«Did you love her?» 

«I was sixteen. Sneaking in the meadows to have sex is not exactly love.»

«It is at sixteen.» You press a kiss on his cheek. «I'm not going to say it.» You didn't deserve this, you were a kid in a game stronger than you. And she didn't deserve it either, barely in a young love. It is not your fault. Not everyone you love will die. It is not a curse. You are not the problem.

«Thanks.»

He takes your face in his hands and he gives you a long deep kiss. 

«You survived.» You can read his mind: you managed to survive despite him, it is a miracle, he should probably leave you alone because a miracle doesn’t happen twice. 

«I'm pretty hard to kill. Thanks for the water.» You want to keep the conversation on a lighter note. He is done talking about his late girlfriend, it’s a great gift he even agreed to this at all. 

«No problem, gorgeous.» He pats your leg. Oh if you weren’t in a room full of people you would have know how to spend the last night with your man. 

«Would you read for me?» You suggest, «Since we are not sleeping. I want to read all the books you have, I've always been envious of your library.»

He laughs. «I clearly remember you stealing my books while you were cleaning.»

«What can I say? Now I've read all the books beside your bed. We know each other better.»

He nods, amused by your ability to speak your way out of any situation. «Little thief. Good thing you are so beautiful.» He is in a playful mode now, so he leans down for a peck.

«Shhh, read the book. Pleeeease.» You blush a little, but two can play at this game. 

He takes a book from his bed and goes back to you. “Tales of Panem”, you didn’t read it. He is right, you borrowed several of his books. He had Capitol books, and the little school library in the district has four or five books. You had to.

«One kiss, one page?» He suggests, but your hands are already on his chest.

«One kiss, one line.» You debate.

«We will never finish the first chapter.» He laughs, but he kisses you anyway. You won.

«We have all night. Are you complaining?» You pat his arm, and he bites your neck. You should be more aware of marks now that you’ll live with your mother again.

«Never.»

The separation is not messy because he is not here when you wake up. There’s a note instead.

See you later, gorgeous. Take care of yourself, and visit when I’ll be better. Not before. Trust me, I’ll miss you.

H

Of course, he avoids the big goodbye. Maybe it’s better this way, you would have said something bad about the District.

«Can I get up?» You ask your nurse when she comes, and she caresses your cheek. You want to say to her you are not a kid, but it’s actually cute. 

«You’ll take medication. Your body will be in shape in two or three days, ok?» 

«Three days?» You whisper in disbelief. In Twelve everything was a big deal, you had a tiny hospital but it wasn’t so good and nurses here and there, like Katniss’s mother, who did what they had to do. Holly took care of pregnancies, for example. You didn’t want to be sick in Twelve.

«A lot of Capitol doctors are rebels, so now we have their medicine.» She explains. You nod, thinking how the hell doctors could know about the revolution.

There are a lot of things you have to catch up on. 

«Thank you for saving me.» You add, and you know she didn’t do anything but it’s her home, and as much as you don’t like they still saved you. «I’m Daisy.»

«My name is Inez.» She greets you. There is something weird in her tone, though. Something like an accent. Yours.

«You… you have my accent?» You are surprised you see that, but after two weeks in the Capitol and one in the Games you are not used to your accent anymore.

«I used to live in District 12 when I was a kid.» She explains, a sweet smile on her face. She looks like your mother’s age, maybe they know each other.

«What happened then?»

«I became an orphan, I was in the system, I was in danger and… it was another time, another life.» She strokes your hair. «I’ve seen you in the Games.» She murmurs while she takes care of your medication. If she wants to change the subject you are fine with it. «How you saved the girl from Eleven and the girl from Four.»

«I also killed the boy from my district.» You have to add. She was in an orphanage? That’s the life Holly spared you. 

«Wasn’t he going to kill you first?» She finishes it. «Do you really want to become a teacher?»

You are not sure anymore, if you have to be honest. You like kids and the prospect felt good in Twelve, but now you found out new labels of yourself. You like clothes, you like creating outfits, but in District Twelve it’s not really useful. 

«I think so, yeah. I mean a week ago I thought I was going to be dead so I didn’t think much about my career, but since I’m not, yeah.»

«We have a lot of District 12 kids and we are actually looking for a substitute teacher. Would you be interested in that?» Well, it’s a way to settle down for the moment. You are not a tribute anymore, you obviously are not a maid anymore, you might as well be what you wanted to be for twelve years.

«Yeah, I would like that.» 

She seems satisfied with the answer.

«So I’m sorry if I overstepped but… it is real?» Oh, the question. Everybody has The Question. Was it real? Was it for the cameras? Are you in love with a victor who won when you weren’t even born yet?

«Very real.» You confirm. She looks a little worried. That’s the prelude for your mother’s reaction.

«Isn’t he a little old for you? You are, what, twenty?» 

«Twenty four. And no, he is not a little old for me.» You sound cranky now and you get that it’s not good manners, but that’s not that nurse’s business.

She gets it, luckily. «He seems like a good man.»

«He is the best.»

She ties your hair in a ponytail and she caresses your face. «Are you ready to get up?»

Turns out you weren’t so ready to get up, because you have to sit down after five minutes. You don’t have any resistance and you just want to rest. 

The bright side is that you get to see District 13 and it sucks. There’s no silver lining for that, it’s horrendous. You are grateful you don’t have to fight to the death, but the place scares you. Everything is grey, there are a lot, a lot of tunnels and all the rooms are the same. You will get lost, you already know that.

Inez is near to you until you go to a room that looks like a cafeteria, and then she is gone again and you are alone.

For a moment.

«Daisy!» You’d recognize that voice everywhere.

«Mommy!» She hugs you tight, a little too tight given that you have broken ribs. You shouldn’t call her “mommy”, you are an adult, and truth to be told you almost never call her mom, but you really thought you’d never see her again.

«You are safe. You came back to me.» She strokes your raven hair, like you are a baby, and she refuses to let you go until you have to sit. 

She looks twenty years older. You are not going to tell her, but she has a lot of wrinkles on her skin and white hair in her locks.

«I thought I’d lost you.» She repeats, and now she is crying.

«You didn’t.» You are vaguely aware you are making a scene, and you don’t want Perla or Lora to see you. They don’t have their mom here. You didn’t even see Chaff, you don’t know if he is here or captured in the Capitol. «I’m here.»

«When you were in the games, I- I didn’t want to watch it but I wanted to see you, and…»

«I think I nailed it, didn’t I?» You try to take a lighter note, but she seems upset.

«The poor Undersee boy.»

The poor Undersee boy wanted to end your daughter’s life, but before you could say something like that to her you are hugged again, and this time you scream too.

«Effie!» You are beyond happy to see her. She was your light in the Capitol and you can be her light here, in a place that you know better. 

«My darling girl!» She winks at you and you hug her again, you want to keep her close. 

She is so different. She doesn’t have her signature wig, but she covers her hair with a foulard. Grey, of course. And she doesn’t have any makeup on. «Your wig…»

«I am a political refugee, darling. Can’t ask for much.» That is deeply wrong. She helped you get out of the games alive, she saved you as much as Haymitch did, and now they repay them with a violent rehab and insufferable rules. 

«You are still beautiful, it’s not something they can take away from you.» You try to reassure her, and it’s the truth. Even in a grey jumpsuit that is made to look bad she shines. 

«Well, let’s say we are here and safe. And you are my roommate.» 

You almost jump before you remember you can’t because you are bandaged. Inez would kill you. «That is fabulous! If we have any ashes I think we can make black eyeshadow.» 

«You genius girl, I missed you so much.»

Holly is there, looking a little confused. Well, she doesn’t know how much you became close to Effie Trinket during your time in the penthouse, but she will understand. Effie is a good person, people in District 12 need to understand that.

«Mom, can I lie down now? I’m a little tired.» You still call her mom, because you missed her. You missed her hug, and you desperately needed her when President Snow decided you were a target. 

You called her in your sleep when you killed a man, and it’s not her fault she didn’t hear you. 

Still, Effie was there. 

«Of course honey, can you handle going into your room alone?» You don’t think so, without Capitol medication you wouldn’t have been able to walk at all, but you don’t want to look spoiled or weak so you are about to say yes, when Effie snorts in a way that is somehow still ladylike.

«Nonsense, we can ask someone to carry her.»

«If she says she can, why bother someone?» Your mother argues. 

«Because she’s turning blue.»

«Actually,» You interrupt them. «I don’t think I can do it alone.» You don’t want to portrait Holly like the villain, but it’s true you are turning blue from the effort. 

With a satisfied glance Effie manages to ask a boy from District 13 to accompany you, but before you get to be in your bed, your mother stops you.

«Can we talk later?» She is worried, and a little angry maybe. You don’t want to deal with it right now. You know what she wants to say. You killed an innocent guy, you fraternised with the enemy, Effie Trinket is vain and shallow, and you admitted on national television you had sex with a guy who shared my class in first grade.  

«Later.» You promise.

When she goes away it’s Effie who caresses your hair. Your room is the same as all the other rooms, narrow, poky and grey, two beds with white blank sheets and a little tiny toilet with a door - thank all the gods.

«I don’t feel safe here.» You whisper, and she just nods. «Can you stay with me?»

You and her are both stuck with you, you remember Haymitch’s words. Your loyalty is with them, and Katniss, and Peeta and your friends. And your mom, of course. You have to remember that.

She kisses you on the cheek and tugs your bed before sitting on your sheets.

«Always, darling girl.» 

#fanfiction #haymitch abernathy #haymitch x fem!reader #bad feeling #haymitch abernathy x reader #haymitch imagine #haymitch abernathy x you #haymitch x reader #the hunger games #woody harrelson #daisy pinecone

[sugurugetofavoritemonkey]

Hi, Tatsuo! If I may ask, what Hogwarts House do you think Geto belongs to? ><

SLYTHERIN SUGURU GETO

Hello love ! I didn’t think that this small sweet ask would entertain me as MUCH, I just wanted to answer you shortly but I guess I got too carried away (it’s about my lovely Sugu so what a surprise lmao), but I just loved answering your ask so thank you a lot for it ! Don’t hesitate to tell me if you liked my answer, have a beautiful day/night ! 💞💞💞

I straight up wanted to answer : SLYTHERIN !!! Because it works really well with our lovely Sugu I think.

(And also because I’m Slytherin and I want to be in the same house as my husband lmao)

No but honestly, after looking closely at the qualities of the different houses, he would be a Slytherin in my opinion, even though Suguru is a complex character and it’s hard to put him in a specific Hogwarts House when he has so many characteristics himself.

But I also never saw the Slytherin wizards as really bad persons, more akin to very cunning personalities you know.

Suguru is a very clever man, but we also know that he knows how to manipulate his environment in order to get what he wants with his charisma, while still being a good person with a soft aura.

If we talk about Suguru as a whole (meaning all his different personalities through Jujutsu Kaisen), I don’t see him being a Gryffindor because he no longer believes in justice. He isn’t a Hufflepuff either because I don’t see him as passive as them, as we know that he is more to take matters into his own hands. And I don’t see him being a Ravenclaw, because we also know Suguru to not be that know-it-all, it was canon that he always preferred to see the world as a matter of morally « grey » and not just black and white as his daughters said, also saying to Yuta that neither himself nor Yuta were either right or wrong and that it was more a matter of perspective and ambition.

So yes Slytherin is more suitable for Suguru, if I look at their characteristics, he’s indeed resourceful, cunning, ambitious, a strong leader, fraternal but also cliquey, ruthless, power-hungry and manipulative, even though it rather applies to protecting his whole family and not just to himself, as we know that he isn’t self-absorbed like Slytherin are said to be, Suguru is the kind to put his loved ones before himself that’s for sure, and that’s the only exception I could see for this house.

And he would look so pretty in that green attire, wearing half his long black hair untied with just his neat bun on top, being the soft Suguru that we know, taking care of his cherished ones but also not letting himself be pushed around by anyone. He would also be so teasing around someone that he liked and would be so flirty by cooing at you when he wants to catch your attention : making you blush as Suguru murmurs cute pet names in the crook of your neck during classes or him holding your waist a little too long when he walks past you. Suguru would also steal your wand and hold it over your head with an annoying smirk, Suguru laughing at you as you try to jump to get it back, him telling you that if you kiss him then maybe he would give it back to you. He would be so sweetly-cruel until he finally succeed into making you flustered enough with his charming demeanor, you telling him to « stop it » or something like that, a blush starting to appear on your cheeks as you had enough of all his playtime with you. And he would be so happy to finally have you wrapped around his little finger, trying to hold back his proud smile as he walks around you like a predator would do with his prey, his hand running on your shoulder slowly, making butterflies dance in your tummy as you felt even more exposed to him, Suguru perfectly knew what he was doing, and he was enjoying this game a little too much.

« I didn’t quite hear you, love. Care to come closer sweetheart ? », he would say with a smug smile as he pulls on your tie, forcing you to look up at him.

Okay sorry I’ll stop there but Slytherin Suguru just awakened something feral inside me 🥵 (I actually want to write a full story for Slytherin Suguru now😌💚)

🤍 Suguru Geto Masterlist 🤍

#geto suguru #geto x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #suguru x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

[evalolxo]

Fiction Turned Reality

Randy Orton x OC

Part 1

summary - two wrestlers are put into a storyline that quickly becomes real.

warnings - swearing, women against women (this will change i’m sorry) , a few time skips (not major ones)

word count - 1.4k

kat's pov

"welcome to evolution"

triple H had selected me, randy orton and batista as new members of his faction, evolution with ric flair.

he wanted to make us stars and i was prepared to do that.

i was typically loud mouthed and confident within my personality and i was beautiful.

"okay kat, you're usually confident but for your character and personality, we need you to be the quiet but deadly little girl who everyone underestimates" hunter explained to me and i furrowed my eyebrows at what he was saying.

"but-"

"it's what's best for business kat, and then we get to you, orton, you're a prick basically" hunter spoke then turned to randy orton who smirked and nodded, i couldn't lie orton was very attractive.

time skip

"and your winner is kat grey! evolution's very own!" michael cole shouted into commentary and i smiled widely as the offical held my hand up in victory.

suddenly the rest of evolution walked out and waited for me at the top of the ramp, i made my way up and randy smiled down at me and threw an arm around me.

i looked up at him still in shock and happiness out of winning and he removed his arm and held mine up victoriously.

he smiled down at me before nodding and sending praises down to my height from his mouth, we all then walked back stage and randy threw an arm around me again and ragged me about playfully.

"amazing fucking job kat" he laughed as i shouted at him to let go while laughing and eventually he let go.

i looked forward and noticed the curious stare of triple H looking between us before mumbling something to ric flair who then looked between us.

"what? did i do something wrong?" i asked hunter and he shook his head profusely and walked over before putting his arm around both me and randy.

"you were perfect tonight kat" hunter stated making me light up and nod pridefully, it's not everyday the game calls your proformance perfect, you gotta treasure it.

time skip

i felt my eyes grow heavy as i sat down on the large coach we all traveled on, i stared out the window but felt someone sit beside me.

i turned to see randy and i furrowed my eyebrows.

"there's so many open seats orton" i chuckled and he smirked at me but then furrowed my eyebrows when i attempted to blink but my eyelids were so heavy it took a bit of effort to reopen them.

"go to sleep, i'll wake you up when we're there" he told me before grabbing my head and softly placing it on his shoulder as he readjusted his posture to make it comfier for me.

"thanks randy" i mumbled quietly and hooked my arm around his for added comfort being feeling myself drift with a smile on my face and some unwanted feelings in my stomach bubbling around, i probably ate something dodgy.

randy's pov

i carefully moved my head to look down at the top of kat's head and i sighed contently and leaned my cheek onto the top of her head, i shut my eyes and let out a long breath before i let myself relax.

this whole time some weird feeling had been residing in my stomach but it's probably the food i ate yesterday.

time skip

kat's pov

i walked out the locker room with my gear on and noticed evolution was waiting for me as we were going to go make an entrance after the match that was currently on.

"don't you look lovely" ric told me and i waved my hand at him pretending to blush.

"oh stop it you" i joked as he took my hand and kissed it making me giggle and ric chuckled as well.

my eyes subconsciously found their way to randy and i noticed him scowling at ric before looking to the floor still scowling.

what i didn't notice is the smirk hunter had on his face.

i furrowed my eyebrows at randy's behavior but he just must be having a bad day of sorts, i'm not sure i don't know him too well.

ever since he let me sleep on his shoulder and we woke up all huddled up, we've gotten a lot closer per se and that we hang around each at work, it's good we're in a faction together.

"are you guys ready, you're on in 5" a producer told us and we nodded before walking to the gorilla, i shook my head to warm myself up when i heard chuckling then a scoff.

i turned around to see trish stratus looking at me and chuckling.

"you got a problem?" i asked her furrowing my eyebrows and all of evolution looked at me to see what i was doing but then they noticed trish.

"save it honey" trish chuckled before walking away making me scoff and left me confused on what we meant.

"what the fuck was that about?" batista spoke up and i shrugged while looking at him still wearing an angry expression.

our music hit and i shook my head before walking out, my character was quieter than the rest so while they all showed off their muscles while smiling, i would wave timidly to the crowd smiling brightly at them all.

we made it to the ring and before triple H could say anything trish's music hit making me turn to the ramp at supersonic speed.

i felt a hand on my arm and ignored whoever it was as trash began to walk out to her music while people cheered for her.

i grit my teeth and she waved at me and stepped into the ring with a microphone.

"hello evolution, i'm sure you're all wondering why i'm here, frankly it's none of your concern except yours" trish stated taking small pauses to make sure her words had an impact and finished her sentence by pointing at me.

"you think you can just parade around here with your new ring gear, your new faction and your new boy toy" trish smirked and i furrowed my eyebrows confused at what she was saying.

"don't look so confused, we all know you're fucking randy over here" trish spoke and the crowd cheered as my eyes widened and rage began to take over me at her audacity.

"kat, calm down, she's not worth it" randy said into the mic he was holding, he was still holding onto my arm and tried to pull me back but i pulled my arm away from him still staring down trish.

"you even need him to calm you down, i wonder how you'll manage in a match without him ringside, which is what i'm here to challenge you for" trish explained and the crowd cheered loudly, my eyes didn't leave trish's until i heard hunter speak into a mic.

"kat declin-"

"i accept your challenge" i spoke into the mic after grabbing it off triple H before he could finish his sentence, this was going against my character but it was necessary.

the crowd went absolutely wild as trish and i started each other down.

"i'm glad, i'm also glad you've finally grown a voice of your own and not let your men speak for you, i'm sure the reason you never speak is because you've constantly got all 4 of their dicks in your mouth!" trish shouted into the mic and i took a few steps forward toward her in anger and she smirked at my reaction.

"well trish, at least i don't get down on my knees, at least i don't strip to my underwear, at least i'm not being whored out by vince mcmahon, so before you go around calling me a slut, think about the fact you're sleeping with the boss!" i shouted into the mic and behind me triple H had his head in his hands while the rest of the guys were smiling at me as i spoke.

trish started to lose it and grabbed me by the hair punching me in the face and i grabbed her hair back before kicking her making her fall as i got on top of her and started punching her.

i was quickly pulled up by a pair of arms and taking to the other side of the ring, i kicked and punched trying to get past the person but he put his hands on both my cheeks and i looked up to see randy trying to calm me down.

"it's okay, calm down!" randy told me looking straight into my eyes and i visibly relaxed under his touch before nodding as he carefully let go.

i looked past his huge frame and seen trish smirking while walking back up the ramp and she waved at me making me grit my teeth at her.

it is so on.

#randy orton #randy orton imagine #randy orton x y/n #the legend killer #the viper #randy orton x oc

[strangerthingsstories5255]

 Jealousy Jealousy. (R.B x fem!reader)

About: You and Robin have been best friends since you guys were in diapers. But you started having a small crush on her. It feels so wrong but so good at the same time…

Characters: Robin, Y/N, Steve, Nancy, Eddie.

WARNINGS: Swearing, Jealous!fem!reader, clueless!Robin, fear of rejection, Vikie being a slight bitch to Y/N, Robin going into protective mode for Y/N, not proof read, prob misspelling. (That's it i think)

A/N: Ok… So i love Robin/Maya Hawke and she was the reason i love girls lol, but i started brainstorming shit, and i came up with a reader who is jealous of Vikie. And i love turning good characters into assholes/prissy bitches sooo…. enjoy lmao.

1,575 words. 

(BEFORE YALL TELL ME TO GIVE CREDS FOR THE GIF, THIS IS MY GIF!)

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“Hey Y/N, can you take my shift? I have to go do something.” Robin asks you. “Uh, where the hell is steve? I’m running his shift too. Rob, i dont know if I can run both of y’alls shifts. That's difficult…” you tell her. “I’ll call Steve, but please Y/N?! Vikie asked me out! And I don't wanna miss it.” She pleads. “Fine…” you finally give up. “You’re the best!” she yells as she runs out the door. You don’t know why, but you feel kind of…Jealous? As you’re lost in thought, Steve walks through the door. “Hey Y/N, Where's Robin?” he asks. “Hm?” you look up, “oh. She went on a date with Vikie.” you tell him. You accidentally said Vikie’s name with a weird tone in your voice, that Steve of course noticed. “And you’re not okay with it?” he questioned. “What? Of course i'm okay with it, she’s my best friend” you defend yourself. “Yeah right, I heard that tone when you said Vikei’s name. Why don’t you like Vikie?” Steve asked. “It’s not that I don’t like her, it’s the fact that- nevermind…” you quickly stop yourself. “No! No, you tell me what’s going on.” Steve pushes. “Fine! I have a crush on Robin! I’ve had a crush on her since we were 12, my crush on her has gotten worse! But I can't do anything about it! Y’know why?! Because I'm her best friend, and I'll always be her best friend and nothing more.” you tell Steve, and he looks shocked. “Well… Talk to her about it. Maybe she feels the same.” He suggests. “Doesn’t she tell you everything?” you ask, and he nods. “Can you ask her if she would ever date me? ONLY if she and Vikie arent dating. Please?” you beg. “Okay.” He says. Right after yours and Steve’s conversation, Robin comes into the store happy. Oh no… you think. “She wants another date!!” Robin says excitedly. “Oh..” you say, it’s all you can think of to say. “WE’RE happy for you Robin.” Steve said, with extra emphasis on the we’re. “Y/N? Are you okay? You look sick.” Robin asks, concerned.”y-yeah, im fine i just had bad food today…”  the lie slips off your tongue. “Okay… well go home and get some rest, yeah?” Robin suggests and Steve agrees. “Yeah, that's a good idea.” you say.You tell them bye and leave. 

As soon as you get home you start tearing up, why me?! You think. This feels like torture. You call Eddie to see if you can get some weed from him, “Why do you need it?” he asks. “It’s not important. Just give it to me please.” you tell him. “I usually charge $50, but since we’re friends, and you seem to really need it, I'll charge $25.” He tells you. “Thanks…” you tell him. After you took the weed and told Eddie goodbye, you went home and layed down.  

You fell asleep on your bed, and you were sleeping well until your phone started ringing. “Hello?” you ask tiredly. “Hi!” It’s Robin… “Hey Rob, what’s up?” you ask. “So, I was wondering if you’d wanna come to movie night tonight?”  she asked. “Uh- yeah, of course. What time?” you asked back. “Uhhhh. Hold on.” she says. “Dingus said it’s at 7:00. Don’t be late!” she said with a lot of energy before hanging up. You look down at your watch, the clock says 6:30. Shit you think. It’s a movie night, I need something comfy… You think, so you pick out a grey-ish green hoodie that Robin gave you 3 years ago for your 15th birthday, black leggings, and boots. You put your hair in a messy bun, and left. 

You got to Steve's house around 7:10, but they didn’t care. As soon as you walked in, you saw Vikie and Robin sitting next to each other, go figure, so you went into the kitchen to make popcorn. To forget about your jealousy against Vikie, you counted how many times you heard a pop. At the 13th pop, you heard someone clear their throat, so naturally you turned around, and in the doorway was Steve. “So…uh did you talk to-'' he pauses, nodding his head toward the room Vikie and Robin were in. “No, I haven't. And I can't!” You whisper-yell at him. “Why not?!” he whisper-yells back. “Vikie is in there! I can’t do that to vikie or robin!!” you say quietly. “Fine.” He finally gives up. “Thank you!” you say and walk out of the kitchen and into the living room. 

You sit next to Vikie, since Steve is sitting by Robin, and wait for Steve to start the movie. “So…Y/N, right?” Vikie asked. “Uh, yeah.” you answer, giving her a slight smile. “Robin talks about you. You guys are best friends, yeah?” She keeps asking questions. “Yes, yes we are. Is that an issue??” you ask. Vikie looks at Robin for a second, “No. Not at all.” She smiles. Then she leans in and whispers, “Don’t try anything. I heard you and Harrington in the kitchen. She’s mine and I’ve waited years for her, you’re not gonna take her away or I swear to god I’ll-” she got cut off by Robin asking if she was ok. Vikie nodded, and glanced back at you with an evil eye. You suddenly felt unnerved, and threatened. “I- I got to go to the bathroom.” You announce and stand up quickly. “Do you want me to pause the movie or-” Steve starts to say but you cut him off, “Nope! Keep it on. I don’t wanna make y’all wait a while…” you say as you run down to the bathroom and lock the door. 

A couple minutes later, you heard a knock on the door. “Knock knock, it’s me.” Said the voice. You knew that voice anywhere. It was Robin. So you pretend to be sick. “H-Hey Robs, what do you need?” you say, while throwing some coughs in the middle of talking. “Oh. Do you feel well?” She asks through the door. “Uhm- no. i don’t feel well, tell Steve i'm running a fever, please” you say. “Of course!” she says, sounding worried about you. 

Not even 5 minutes after Robin walked off, Steve knocked. “Can I come in?” he asks. “Mhm” you say. He opens the door and shuts it behind him, then he sits next to you. “What’s wrong?” He asks, worried. “I want to go home…” you tell him. “Why? What happened?” He throws questions around asking if you’re feeling ok, or if you’re hurt in any way. “Uhm- Vikie whispered something to me, and now i don’t know if i wanna stay…” You tell him about what she told you and how it made you feel. “What if she tells Robin?! Steve Vikie can ruin my friendship with Robin real quick. She heard us talking in the kitchen…” Your voice trails off. Little did you guys know, Robin was on the outside listening. She couldn’t believe that Vikie said that to you. But she also couldn’t believe that YOU liked HER. She felt like she was dreaming. She had a crush on you for years, but she could never imagine you liking her back, so she went after Vikie, in hopes to get rid of her crush on you, but it didn’t work. Robin was furious with Vikie. So Robin went up to her, “What were you thinking?! You can’t just threaten my friends!” Robin yells, so loud you and Steve hear it. “I- I don’t know what you’re talking about babe-” Vikie tries, but Robin stops her, “No! Don’t ‘babe’ me! I don’t like the fact that Y/N isn't in here with us, because you just had to start shit with her!” She yells. “It’s not my fault that she has a huge ass crush on you!” Vikie yells back. “What makes you think we’re dating Vikie?! We went on one date!” Robin says to her. Vikie looks shocked. “I- I thought-” Vikie can’t finish her sentence, because Robin keeps going. “No! I don’t date people who like being assholes to my friends! Espeically people who threaten my best friend! I’ve known Y/N way longer than anybody! So I have no issue kicking your ass out if it comes to her!” Robin says, still pissed. You walk out of the bathroom and Vikie looks at you like she’s gonna kill you. Robin catches this look and goes into protective mode, “Don’t even fucking look at her. She didn’t do shit to you.” This shocks everyone, including you. You’ve never seen her this protective. “You know what? Get out. I don’t want to see you around me or Y/N. Got it?” Robin asked. “But-” Vikie starts, “Get the fuck out!” Robin yells.  And Vikie leaves. “Robin, why’d you-” you start to ask why she ruined her love life for you, but she stopped you before you could finish, “Do you really like me…Y’know more than a friend?” She asks. You nod, shyly. “Thank god! I’ve liked you for a while now, but I was so scared to tell you and-” Robin started to ramble, so you shut her up by kissing her. After you guys pulled away you looked into her eyes, “Well you have me now.” You smile at her. You two totally forgot where y’all were, until Steve asked, “Are we gonna finish the movie now, or what?” 

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A/N #2: This is my first Robin fic... I hope it's at least decent lol. I tried.

#stranger things #jealous reader #robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x you

[ayeyolooo]

SPENDING TIME <3

Yolo note:this is my first time writing something on here and I don’t know how to work it😭 as well. So please bare with me. :)

Warnings?: cussing, the ‘n’ word dumm playfighting? It’s cute stuff Lmaooo

Please excuse my grammatical errors <3

Summary: you and hobie are at home due to miguel giving you both a day off. You’re just spending time with eachother and enjoying every minute if it.

“Baeeee get your iPad and come lay next to me.” You called from your room. Today miguel allowed you and hobie a day off from task and you were so happy. It has been a while since you and hobie had time to spend with eachother. “ ‘m coming luv g’me a sec.” He said walking to your shared bedroom with two big bowls of fruit.

“Sit here baby.” You said patting the spot right next to you. “ ‘on it,darlin’ .” he popped a grape into his mouth as he grabbed his big pink iPad. Yes,he brought a pink one just to match yours. He huffed as he laid on his belly next to you. “What are we doing n/n?” He asked as his accent grew stronger. “Playing roblox.” You said smiling widely. “Darlin’ what is a roblox?” Hobie asked jerking his head back a little.

You just chuckled before rubbing his back. “I’m going to show you now.” You said with a giddy smile. “Here, open this app.” You said pointing to the roblox app. Your acrylic nails clicked and clacked with every two you took of your iPad. “ ‘k what do I do now?” He asked with a confused tone.

“Click sign in and just fill out the information.” You said dressing your character up. “ ‘m done luv,what do I do now? Wait why is my character that hideous grey?” He asked feeling offended. You just laughed. “You have to dress your character up,here I’ll get you some robux.”You said sitting up and grabbing your purse to look for your card. Hobie just raised an eyebrow at you. “What are you doing’ ?” He asked. “I’m getting my card?” You said digging through your purse. He snatched your purse from you and tossed it in a nearby chair. “No luv I don’t want you to buy me anything.” He said purchasing his own robux.

“Okay.” You said chuckling. As hobie laid down on his stomach you sat up and dug into the fruit bowl. You slowly turned towards his butt and smirked. Hobie felt like you were about to do something weird. You were quiet,s little too quiet. “Absolutely not y/n.” He said not even looking up. “Oh come on you dont even know what I was about to do.” You mugged him. “Y/n I know you like the back of my hand, you aren’t slick.” Hobie said looking through the item shop. “But your butt looks so fattt.” You whined. “Stop being weird luv.” He said not phased by this. (He has to deal with this every day.)

“But it’s okay for you to grip and grab mines?” You mugged him. “Sure is.” He said looking at his character with a proud smirk. You just grabbed a chunk of his butt before laying back on your stomach. Hobie just sighed. “Y/n,y/n what am I goin’ to do with you?” He asked turning to look at you. “Love me, feed me,never leave meee.” You said with a big smile.

He just laughed and ate a piece of mango that sat in the giant wooden bowl. “Okay so friend me, then we can play.” You said placing your iPad down and clasping your hands together as you looked at him. He had a puzzled look on his face, “luv, ‘m sorry. But I don’y know how to do that.” He said looking at you. “Ohh I forgot sorry pookie.” You said pecking his lips and grabbing his iPad. When you pecked his lips you felt the cold metal from his piercing touch your warm plumped lips. “There you go.” You said with a warm smile. “Your my friend now.” Hobie just smiled at your kid like attitude. “Wanna play a scary game?” Hobie shook his head yes,and smirked. “Wait Nevermind. I don’t like scary games. Wanna play fashion famous?” He tilted his head as he looked over at your iPad and shrugged. “Of course my pretty girl.” He said smiling and laying his head on your shoulder for s brief second.

“AHAHAHAHAHA I BEAT YOUUU.” You giggled in gobies face as he just straight faced you. “Watch ‘m goin’ t’win this round watch.” He said determined. Spoiler he won, 5 times. You only won 3 times, “hahaha who’s the winner now.” He asked in a playful competitive tone. You just rolled your eyes and mugged him. “Alright you riding my shi now.” His eyes furrowed. “Riding your what luv?” He asked placing his iPad down and looking at you. “MY DICK.” You went closer to his face. “Luv, don’t get me started with how you can’t go all of the way down on mine.” He said with a smile.

“Oh you thought you ate that huh?” You mugged him. “Don’t know what that supposed’ to mean but I think I did” he said sticking his pierced tongue out at you. You scoffed. “How dare youuuu!!” You jumped on his back and began to fake punch him. “Mhm gotcho ass Nigga.” You said pulling his hair too. He flipped the both of you around and had an amused smile on his face.

His iPad fell on the floor with a clack,but you two didn’t worry about it because one it had a good case on it and two,it wasn’t a long fall. So even if it did have a case it wouldn’t have broke.

His guitar pick that hung around his neck dangled in your face as he grabbed a pillow and began to attack you with it. “Got ya’ love.” He said play fighting with you. You tugged on his hair which made him come down as you began to fake fight him. “Mmhm I’m beating yo ass.” You said kicking him off you and keeping a hold on his hair as you continued to play with him. He grabbed your waist and picked you up and slamming you on the bed. “HAHAHAHA.” You kicked your feet because hobie started to tickle your neck. “OKAY WAIT PAUSE.” You said trying to get a breath. “Na’ pause for wha’?” Hobie grabbed your foot and dragged you to the end of the bed.

He began to tickle your feet as you were dying of laughter. You were laughing so hard to the point where tears were coming outta your eyes. “Bae pleaseeuhhhhh.” You begged as you kicked. “Mm.” He said letting you go. You took a breath before jumping back on him. He caught you, having his hands hold the back of your thighs for support. “Bro you’re so fine.” You said wrapping your arms around his neck as he held you and just looked at you. “I could say the same thing to you babe” he smiled up at you as you leaned in to kiss him.

He dodged it and dropped you on your bed before running out of your room. Your jaw dropped as you ran behind him. He had on socks which made it harder for him to run on the dark wooden floor. You ran to the living room and looked around seeing no one there. The back of your hairs stood up and you caught chills on your arms,you turned around seeing hobie trying to jump scare you. “Caught yo ass.” You said dashing after him.

He ran ran to your shared bedroom and his under the covers. “Bae you not slick.” You said trying to pull the blanket off of him,but he kept a grip on it. You kept pulling and pullikg until he let the blanket go which made you fly backwards. You sniffed,and pouted rubbing your arm. “Ow..” you mumbled rubbing your elbow,and knee. You looked up to hobie with tears in your eyes and he immediately picked you up and held you. “ ‘m so sorry.” He frowned and wrapped you in an warm embrace. You smirked ti yourself seeing that your plan was working. “AHA GOTCHO ASSS.” You said turning around and leaning over him and hitting him with a pillow.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

“Ohh you’re no fair.. I like it.” He smiled. The both of you were tired from running around and playing around with eachother. Hobie took the empty bowls back to the kitchen, cleaned them and placed them where they belonged. You were laid down in your bed with your back against your headboard looking for a movie. Eventually you found one making you place the remote in its place and turning your bedside light off.

Hobue made his way back to the room and immediately went in between your legs having him lay on your chest. You wrapped him in a protective hug and rocked him back and fourth. “My baby.” You mumbled pecking his forhead multiple times. He just wrapped his arms around your waist as he closed his eyes listening to your soft and gentle heartbeat. He loved the way you held him, he obviously would admit it but you knew,and you ain’t have a problem with holding your man.

ꕥ

“My baby,my baby,you’re my babyyyy.” You repeated that TikTok sound and just rocked him back and fourth. “You smell lovely.” He mumbled in your chest. Your cheeks went hot. “Thank you baby, so do you.” You said playing with his cartilage earring. “ ‘m sleepy.” He mumbled as he used one of his hands to interlock your fingers together. “ you’re always sleepy hobie.” You frowned. “Because when I’m with you I feel at home and safe.” He said getting comfortable before kissing your lips and drifting off to sleep.

#hobie x y/n #hobie x black!reader #black reader #hobie x you #hobie brown

[underacalicosky]

Hi 🤍 I hope it is okay to drop in with a random question?

Which fic has made the biggest impression on you? Is there a fic witch hunts you?

Hi! Yes, I love asks and random questions! This is so sweet, thanks for thinking of me and sending me this ask ❤️

Oooh this is a great question and the problem is that I can’t pick just one fic. Lots of rambling behind the cut…

So I should start by saying that I’m relatively new to SW and Obikin. I got into the fandom only earlier this year and have been reading Obikin fics for less than half a year. There are so many amazing recs that I haven’t read yet and most of the ones I’ve read were published within the last year or so.

I hadn’t been involved in any fandom in about 12 years when I dipped my toe into an Obikin fic and wow, did I get pulled under. I have fanfic to thank for a lot of that! There are so many well-written, creative, and impressive fics by some really talented writers in this fandom.

This is by no means a full list of the fics that have made the biggest impressions on me, but these are some right off the top of my head.

And I apologize, I’m doing this on my phone and can’t link properly 😩

CT-Skywalker by Selcier - I love the premise of this fic and being a newbie to Obikin, it was a really unique take on how they would meet. I think about this version of the characters a lot.

Solsbury Hill and An Unlikely Duo (and just about anything) by @grapenehifics - In SH, the characters are doing their best and they struggle and sometimes it’s ok and sometimes it’s not. There’s so much emotion underlying all of it. That really resonated with me and I find myself randomly thinking about certain scenes when I’m folding laundry sometimes, it just stays with me like that. And there are elements that mirror SW canon that are so thoughtfully woven through that you still recognize these characters. And I simply love An Unlikely Duo and how they adore each other. The latest chapter is like someone opened my brain and pulled out every random thing that makes me squee about them and puts it all in one place. What I appreciate is how much this writer truly loves and cares about these characters.

Honeysuckle, Honeycrisp by @intermundia and Conceal Me What I Am by @himboskywalker - I’m mentioning these two together because when I think about something that left an impression on me, I immediately think about how omegaverse didn’t exist the last time I was in fandom. So I stumbled blindly into a/b/o a few months ago and was like wtf is happening here??? But, I had read other fics that these authors had written and I trusted them so I continued reading and really enjoyed these fics and lots of other fics by both these authors.

but a number by @tennessoui - I don’t want to give away the plot, but something happens that allows Obi-Wan to see an older version of Anakin. That idea really got into my head. I generally like happy-endings so this might be the closest to a fic that haunts me. Like, how often did Obi-Wan pray for Anakin to survive another day during the CW? Or wonder if he’ll live long enough to see Anakin grow old? I think about that a lot and it inspired my Halloween Challenge fic (The Grey Ghost).

And there are so many more… but I feel like I’ve already rambled a lot here lol. I would LOVE to hear about the fics that have left an impression on you and why. Like I said, I’m new to this fandom and welcome recs for Obikin fics that you love! Thanks so much for the ask @wibzenadarksiderwithasoftheart ❤️

#thanks for the ask! #send me your recs! #i love group discussions

[rindough]

Hi! I'm so sorry if I'm being annoying because I just requested something before-

And I LOOOVED the headcanons you did for Me earlier. You are very talented ♡

May I request something with gojo where his s/o has a realistic nightmare about him dying and the reader not being able to help him? And then they just hold gojo, constantly saying I'm sorry and I love you,and just being super soft to him?

If you don't wanna do this, it's okay <33

having a nightmare about them

• character(s).  gojo satoru, fushiguro toji, geto suguru

• cw.  gn! reader, satoru part has changed!, mentions of weapons, vomit, blood, bittersweetness / angst at some parts

• notes.  HIMANIIIIII also this is wayyy overdued but im happy that u enjoyed my prev hc of him! also i hope u dont mind if i made some changes to your idea as i couldnt exactly get as much inspo as the one i wrote below... still either way hope u enjoyed it and once again im sorry for the changes!! oh ya and i decided to add more characters too! (sadly nanami's one doesnt come up in my brain for me :((( )

• master list!

—  GOJO SATORU

you feel the light taps of rain hit your skin, the place looks solemn with how dull the place has appeared thanks to the dark sky above. 

“’toru?” you muttered but to no avail. the same name bounces of your lips the moment you enter the building before you, then it bounces again and again off the grey walls within and into the corridor. 

was he outside? you walked back out from the nearest exit, still he was nowhere to be seen. thunder growls from above and you looked around, the streets were oddly empty as down the road it was filled with little cars... but where are the people? “’s like a ghost town,” you thought when you stepped back in, only to confuse yourself with the empty place again. 

“’toru? quit playing around!” 

the footsteps that clicks and clacks beneath you begins to weigh your heart down, he definitely might be a cheeky person, just... this seriously isn’t it. 

not when you almost yelled out his name in this new room covered in sickening white. 

a clock ticks and ticks inside of you when every corner and small divider was nothing but pure white — but the floor isn’t though! It is grey! but white, oh white just like his hair — god where the hell is he? it’s like the string in you is going to snap anytime soon now. 

did he decided to disappear from your life forever? did you do something wrong to him? anything he didn’t like? did his best friend get him like the theories he had laid out before you?

“please just appear right from the corner,” you begged silently with tears threatening to spill from your eyes. just a dumb jump scare from him was much preferable than this disgusting game you were in. 

“satoru? ‘toru where are you?” you sobbed, your throat almost dry from crying for god knows how long. with hands fumbling around the sheets you instead met with a pair of hands. he shushes you, before chuckling and pulling you into his embrace.

“i’m here, i’m here.” you sobs only grew but muffled by his warm chest, his hands rubbing circles around your back he doesn’t question the weird, unsettling dream you had immediately. 

“i’m sorry. i’m sorry.” you finally got to slip it out in between hiccups before breaking into a sob again. 

“what?” satoru was bewildered. “why?” 

this time whatever he thought was cute and funny disappear when your grip tightens around the hem of his shirt. “y/n...” 

“don’t leave, please.” his heart aches at the sight of you hugging him tightly.

“don’t worry, i won’t. i love you too much to ever do that.”

—  FUSHIGURO TOJI

the noise of hard wood knocking shakes the two of you awake, soon accompanied by your heavy beating heart. 

“open up the door!” a familiar voice booms into your dark room, you hadn’t done anything wrong — neither did the man beside you too that you know of. 

“shit,” you hear toji curse under his breath. shit? what does he mean? whatever question that was formed inside of your head turned to nothing as you could only focus on how off something had felt.

“y/n.” in a second from just beside you, now he had yanked you over to him near the closet. “whatever happens, y/n. do not open or come out. okay —” 

his voice gets cut off by the muffles and shuffles right outside of his door. your mouth opens, trying to protest but failed the moment your back hits the wall in your dark closet, knocking the air out of you. 

with wobbly hands you make your way near the small slit and much to your horror you watched as your husband gets dragged away by several men dressed in dark kimonos. his head covered with a rice bag as a man pointed him at knifepoint by his neck. 

you felt... pathetic. 

the whole time while you were with toji he had always protected you, yet something as simple as this? something capable for you or he but why couldn’t you do something? anything? why can’t you speak up? 

was it because he told you not to? 

but why wasn’t he doing something? why isn’t he doing anything? 

“if i were you, y/n. i’d drop him when i know he’s from the zen’in clan,” the familiar voice was much nearer this time, as if he was right beside you. you froze under his green gaze through the door gap, hands forming cold sweats at megumi’s chuckle. 

whatever he spoke next was incoherent since you couldn’t be bothered to listen to him anymore. you needed to save him. stubborn you were, you burst out only to be hold still by your stomach — a katana. “huh?” 

“huh?” your husband repeats after you, his eyebrows furrow before chuckling a little. “you had a nightmare, eh?” 

you remained silent, only letting the tears fall while you register every drag and ruffle of his warm hand against the back of your head after he had pulled you in for a hug. you hear him chuckle from above, still you don’t have the energy to hit him back in protest. 

“you can tell me later in the morning over breakfast. hm?”

—  GETO SUGURU

“‘guru? babe?” your desperate calls were of no use to stop the noises coming from the washroom. 

rushing, you froze in your spot at the black liquid spurts out of the raven’s lips which you waste no second gathering the back of his hair to support him. 

you remained silent, he usually wouldn’t vomit his guts out after swallowing dark balls of curses, which only makes this concerning for the two of you. 

the grip on his hair slowly falls apart yet you still tried to grab it again, waiting for him to finish and lift his head up. yet he didn’t, his figure remains bent as the shots of gut-wrenching noises went on and on into the toilet bowl. 

at this point he wasn’t going to come up, so with hesitance in fear of the smell you inch closer to his face the moment he pauses. your breath already held back in, yet for some reason you managed to hitch a breath as you let go of his hair at the sight.

your heart sank at the horrendous amount of crimson. 

“babe? babe? babe — BABE!” 

“Y/N!” 

your eyes broke open but they squint due to the sudden brightness and for once you felt that it was easier to breathe again. 

“‘guru...?” lips trembling, tears threaten to spill from the corners of your eyes at the sight of your fiancé by your side. a cup of water already prepared by his side.

“yea?” he whispers, his eyes searches into yours. “wanna talk about it?” 

solemnly you nodded, which he listens, his thumb never once stop grazing the back of your hand. 

“i’ve never vomited before — wait i did, once, as a kid since i was new to it.” he shrugs, turning to look at you, a smile makes his way to his lips. “don’t worry, i doubt it’ll be that way.” 

maybe it’s best not to tell you the possibility of it at all.

©  2022 rindough, do not repost or plagiarize.

#📝 — works!! #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru headcanons #gojo headcanons #toji headcanons #fushiguro toji x reader #fushiguro toji #fushiguro toji headcanons #toji x reader #geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #geto x reader #geto headcanons #geto suguru headcanons #jjk x reader #jjk headcanons #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #💿 — 体面 ; kelly yu #💿 — life letters ; never get used to people

[blushyeleven]

hey! So this is my first fic in like 3 months and I promised I’d write one so here! And it’s not great so air that😭 but hey.. I promise I’d write a fic.. I Never promised it would be amazing💀

EXPLANATION TO THE FIC (read before reading the fic) this fic is based on shifting, the fact that we can go to alternate universes (if you want to know more look it up on tiktok🫶) and this is basically a fanfic of what’s gonna happen as soon as I shift.

warnings: tickles, swearing

characters: ler!tarayummy, lee!y/n

(also I’m literally obsessed with tara yummy rn.. so expect a lot of my content to be ab her atm😭)

𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎

your eyes flung open. You sighed as you looked around. Another failed attempt. The soft clashing of rain was audible outside your window as the light seeped through your blinds. You rubbed your eyes, adjusting your vision to the light off your room as you turned around to check your phone. 11am.. 11am? Shit!? You slept in?! How?! How did your alarm not go off?! How did nobody come in and wake you up?! You immediately ripped your covers off, exposing you to the cool, chilly atmosphere of your room. As soon as you moved to throw yourself out of bed you heard footsteps approaching your door. Your mind spun with confusion and you froze. Awaiting for the entrance of whoever was outside your door.

Your door slowly opened. You froze. Completely froze. You felt your heart stop in that moment as time stopped moving. Tara yummy was standing at your bedroom door. The realisation finally hit you harder then a sack of bricks. You did it. You shifted. Finally after 3 years off your sleepless and restless nights and the hours you spent doing methods and trying to shift.. 3 years of putting in all your effort and energy to get to we’re you were sitting now. you did it. And it was all worth it for this moment of just seeing her. Standing infront of you. Her damp hair with her grey crop top matching with her lighter grey baggy joggers. “Oh hey! Your awake!” She said with a soft smile. You were still stunned. Struck. Every emotion you could possibly feel was rushing to your head. “You oka-“ That’s when you did throw yourself out of bed and instead threw yourself onto her. Wrapping your arms around her torso and embracing her in your tight, suffocating hug. you nuzzled your head on her shoulder as you felt the water well up in your eyes. It was real.

Tara was clearly taken aback by this sudden act of afffection but chose not to question it as she also swaddled her arms around you. Clutching you against her chest as you couldn’t help but listen to the comforting sounds of her heartbeat. Slowly the water in your eyes began to trickle down your cheek as you sniffled, swallowing the lump in your throat and fighting back the urge to breakdown into sobs. Happy sobs. Tara heard your snivels and immediately looked down, tightening her grip around you before speaking in the sweetest and most comforting tone. “heyy.. what’s wrong?” She asked gently as she continued to hold you.

That’s when you realised how insane you probably looked. Without any reasoning you just clambered out of bed and practically pounced on the poor girl. Your mind scrambled for an excuse. It’s not like you could tell her “oh my bad, I just spent years trying to shift to this reality to meet you and now I’m here and crying because of it”?!.

There was a slight pause. A moment of quite. Tara was so patient with you as she continued to cradle you in her arms

“I just had and bad dream and I just.. really love you” your response caused Tara to let out a soft chuckle as she looked down at you, tucking your hair behind your ear and using her thumb to lightly brush under your eye as her lips were curved into the most endearing smile. All while keeping her loving gaze locked on you. “I love you to” she said ingenuously.

“I’m gonna go downstairs and make some breakfast, you want anything?” She asked, turning to leave. “No I’m okay thankyou” you replied before Tara immediately answered back with “to bad I’m making you something” she giggled before she was about to walk away “come down in 5?” You just nodded as you watched her leave. Your eyes tracing her every step.

As soon as she was far enough away you clasped your hand to your mouth, trying to silence any sound of screaming that you so desperately wanted to let out.

The sudden wave of happiness hit you. The sensation was better then anything you ever felt before. It was overpowering. It was the type of happiness that felt like you could completely combust in that second. The feeling that you waited so long to finally feel. The feeling of accomplishing your life’s dreams. The feeling of finally having everything you’ve wanted most out of life. The feeling of completion.

With that, you took yourself back to bed to check your phone, your socials. It was all there. Your YouTube channel. All the pictures of you and tara with friends, partying, on holiday or even just selfies of you and tara chilling indoors. It was all there. Infront of you.

Although you felt the extreme happiness coursing through you, you also felt tired. You rubbed your eyes again and you yawned, just going through your phone and checking absolutely everything. A few more minutes pass by you hear the footsteps making their way back up to your room “y/n?” The familiar voice called out as she came back in your room and saw you still in bed. Honestly, your mind was still racing. You didn’t think you could ever get use to the feeling of her being right there.

Upon seeing you still lazily layed in bed she sighed, rolled her eyes and gave you a cheeky grin “come on, get up” she said just standing there. You groaned and stretched “I can’t be bothered.. can’t we just lay in bed?” You asked in a whiny voice. “Nuh uh! We have the party later, remember?” She insisted, stepping closer to your bed and just staring at you with a raised brow “but that’s ages awayyyy” you countered, really persistent on staying in bed for longer.

“if you don’t get up right now I’ll tickle you.” Tara stated casually. Your cheeks immediately reacted with a piercing blush, making your cheeks glow with a radiating pink. See, you imagined this moment for so long.. and you knew it was going to happen. But you didn’t realise exactly how flustering it was going to be in the moment. You just layed there. Silent. Your mind not processing any words to say. “I-“ “right, that’s it” she said before climbing on top of you, sitting on your waist.

“nononono! Tara- come on!” During your plea your voice gradually became a few octaves higher. “Oh come on, you practically asked for this” she snickered before waisting no time into skittering her black finger nails straight onto your exposed sides. Causing you to jump and let out a squeal, you instantly covered your mouth out of pure embarrassment before the giggles just flowed out. Meanwhile, Tara looked at you with pure joy. Well.. her version of joy as her lips were upcurved with a smirk as her fingers just carried on their quest to relentlessly assault your sides. “Wahahahait- tahahaharaaa!!!” It was hopeless, there was literally no escaping now. It was your fault really, you should have seen this coming. (Some would say this exact moment was intended (but those people would be wrong.. obviously)) “no I can’t, you look so adorable right now” tara said with her own giggle,well that comment didn’t help your blush. And Tara never stopped her scribbling fingers as she tickled up and down your sides, watching you be reduced to a blushing, giggling mess. Your brain was so focussed on the ticklish sensation coursing through you and your seemingly never ending laughing fit that it didn’t have any time to function properly, let alone come up with any sort of coherent response.

“stahahahappp!!” Was all your brain could think of to say. Taras eyebrow quirked “stop? why? you know you love this” she replied with another snicker, moving her fingers to your ribs as she began scratching at them. “shuhut uhuhuhuppp!!” You giggled out. It’s not like Tara was wrong. She knew you loved it. It also didn’t help that you were just laying there giggling and making no actual attempt to escape or stop it. “you know it’s true!” She smirked, her every word she spoke was announced with the most teasing tone. You almost felt your cheeks burning. She used her nimble fingers to scratch and spider across your ribs, not stopping for even a second as she drained the laughter from you. “nahahahha I cahahahnntttt!!” Your squirming was pointless. It didn’t get you anywhere, nor did it help the almost electric feeling tingling over your whole torso. Each little movement of her fingers were like bliss hell as she continued to drive the giggles out of you by targeting all of your weak spots. “Well this is what you get for being lazy” she stated simply. “thihis is so uhunfahahair!!” you whined like a toddler, although they were pointless as they mostly fell on deaf ears. “unfair? How is this unfair?” she asked ‘innocently’ “behehecause it ti- fehehells fuhunny!!” You protested, your wiggles becoming more frantic as your legs began kicking more. “it tickles?” She corrected you, knowing the fact you were unable to say that dreaded word “well obviously, it’s not my fault your too ticklish” again, stating the obvious. Your blush reached a whole new level as it glowed. “noho ihim nohot!!” You said through your giggle fit “oh your not? then what’s all this giggling about?” She pointed out, I would write next something like ‘leaving you silent’ but that would be a lie; you were far from silent. Your squeals and laughter was practically bouncing off the walls. But nonetheless, the question left you without a response. Proving her point.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get bored of tickling you” she said, again, so casually. “I-“ with that she moved to your stomach, clawing at it with her black nails. “You just look so adorable.. and it’s also really funny to watch” Tara observed, simply just smirking at you and your state. “Well are you gonna get up yet?” She asked, again, her smirk still prominent on her face. “mahahaybe..” that answer clearly didn’t satisfy tara as she kept on going with her tickle attack. “you know im beginning to think your just refusing to get up because of how much your enjoying this” the way she said all of her teases so nonchalantly made it so much more flustering to you. “nohoho that’s nohohot-“ “oh it’s not? yeahh.. okay” she said in the most sarcastic tone followed by a giggle of her own

she then decided to move her wiggling fingers straight into your armpits, repetitively scratching at them, driving you insane. “WAHAHAHIT-“ your giggles turned into full blown laughter at this point as you couldn’t even control yourself. Your kicking and squirming becoming a lot more desperate and ferentic as you immediately tried to bring your arms down to your side to try and block out the overwhelmingly ticklish feeling (again, on instict not because you weren’t ever so clearly enjoying every second of this) “you know I’m not gonna stop until you get up” Tara snickered, she really was ruthless. You were literally going crazy. Laughing so hard to the point we’re your eyes were watering slightly. “OKAHAHAY!! FIHIHE!! IHIL GEHEHET UHUHUPP!!!” you practically screamed and Tara finally let up, still sitting on your waist and just watching you try regain control of your breathing.

She just simply smiled at you before getting off “right come on! Breakfast is almost ready!” she said standing up to leave, leaving you laying breathless on your bed. “that was mean..” you giggled out, breathing heavily. “Well I had to get you up some how” Tara also giggled before walking out. You were quick to follow her downstairs, knowing you had the best day planned ahead of you and that you got to spend every second of it was Tara. Your dream was finally happening.

#tickle content #tickle #sfw tickle #sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tara yummy #tara yummy tickle #tickle fluff #tickle tickle