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[bluexiao]

#his secret lover 

— just a series where you are their secret lover… but you didn’t know because you weren’t from teyvat after all! (until you have memories of him and you every time you two touch) 

CHARACTERS. self aware! Isekai! gn! Reader; Al-Haitham, Heizou, Tighnari, Scaramouche / Wanderer

THEMES. light sagau (self aware genshin au), isekai, fluff/crack, questionable but real established relationship, suggestive (light and in a few of them…), domestic (kind of inspired by several manhwas lmao), light angst on Tighnari’s?? 

NOTES. I planned for this to be a series so yep if there is anyone else you want me to cover, just hmu. 

SCARAMOUCHE / WANDERER

You have to give him all the props, he had hidden you quite well. 

Even as he was a Fatui Harbinger of a high enough ranking–for others, he was able to keep your identity a secret. Thus, the moment you opened your eyes and found yourself in the land of Teyvat without even knowing, you didn’t know about this. 

Being transported to Inazuma was one thing that did take you a whileto notice until you came face to face with the tracks to Mt. Yougou and officially got to know a Yae Miko–an individual everyone seemed to have great respect for and the fox ears and tail were ones you have never seen in a person ever–at least not one that looked so real and looked exactly like a character in a game you’ve played in! 

What Yae Miko and you talked about came in a blur because you were too much in your head, thinking about how everything suddenly made sense but didn’t at the same time. Yet you did uncover something in your identity in such a small conversation–it was that she knew you. Very well, that is. You felt that it was weird for her to suddenly come up and talk to you all of a sudden, all the more when she asked how you and your lover were–you almost let out a “Who in the world is my lover-Wait, I have one?!” but you managed to shut yourself up and said that you two were doing alright. Biggest mistake of your life. 

The moment you saw Scaramouche, you didn’t even recognize him. He wore such different clothes that you barely had the time to stare and get a grip, not until he was right in front of you–actually, he marched right in front of you. 

“Wash that stupid look on your face, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” 

For a moment, you were dumbfounded over the fact that he looked exactly like Scaramouche but not at all–was it the clothes? Or was it the soft look on his face that he kept on for a few seconds until he wipes it off—and you didn’t even have much time to respond before he adds on. 

“And that fox is acting weirdly, did you say anything to her? Don’t tell me you slipped up and told her that you’re seeing me,” he sends you a look and your mind goes in spirals all the more. 

You’re seeing who now?! 

Seeing as you haven’t answered him yet and you were merely staring at him, this time, a different expression comes across his face, disappearing as fast as it had appeared. 

“What in the world has gotten into you?” his voice turns softer this time, “is something wrong?” 

He will actually end up pulling you aside and interrogating you for what had happened. That is! Until you remembered everything! The moment he held your hand, every single memory you have had with him came rushing in and you became dizzy that he will suddenly decide to just take you home. 

You now came to recall everything that had occurred and everything fell into place, only now, you had memories of your memories in your real life–or was it really real??—back on Earth whilst having memories of your life in Teyvat. You remember receiving secret letters from Scaramouche and hearing all about his plans, and it momentarily stopped only to receive one yesterday, stating that he would come back home finally. 

You still weren’t sure if you would tell him this is a game… but what is the use though? You haven’t gone through this timeline as well…

“Kuni… I lived two lives.” For some reason, it didn’t sit well for you to keep anything from him–it seems so wrong, so…weird. A month ago, he was just a character in a game you were playing for quite some time and now, he was here, right in front of you. 

His lips were on your cheek as he takes a breath and the air hits your skin, tickling you ever so slightly. 

“Is that so?” you couldn’t tell if he was taking you seriously or not, even more so when you felt him encircle his hands on your waist and pull you closer to his face, where you could meet his eyes that narrowed and the corners of his lips quirk up, “then have you kissed someone else in your other life? Other than me?” 

You heard the slight pause in between his questions and felt him lean closer to you. “Do they kiss you as good as I do?” 

Actually, he meant to ask if you loved someone else other than him or not, but no, he can’t let you think of someone else when you have him right beside you. And besides… if you had another life, then that means he has nothing to worry about in this life… right? 

That thought haunts him every night. 

AL-HAITHAM

Being in a relationship with The Scribe is a big thing already. And all the more so with a person like him. 

After all, it is not so much of a secret that he does bear a good appearance, albeit his personality, he was someone who was particularly popular to ladies and men alike. Maybe for different reasons but most were the same. 

For you, one look at him and you could tell that everyone was right–he really was attractive, but no one would have the guts to come near him with his presence alone. You were only getting used to being transported into this world when you came across the Akademiya and he so suddenly passed by you. You couldn’t stop yourself from admitting that eye contact with him sent shivers down your spine and made you momentarily freeze in place. Even more so when he oh-so conveniently greeted you with a small smirk. 

“Good morning, Y/n,” it was a ghost of a smile–it almost seemed like it was just a sight only for you. 

Only, it was the truth, and you found out about it when you opened the door to your “home” and saw the face of the person that almost made you have a heart attack just moments ago. 

“Oh-I mean, hi! Uhm-” you struggled to formulate anything else from your mouth that you wanted the ground to swallow you whole. You wanted to ask him why he was at your door when he chuckled right at you. When you openly stared at him, however, you could see his brow suddenly raise in confusion. 

“Y/n… as far as I like the attention and seeing your flustered face, I am not that much interested in holding a staring contest against you at the door to our home,” he clearly was caught off guard as he clears his throat and looks away, “your home… pardon me for forgetting.” 

He will definitely feel like something had happened to make you act quite weirdly, but he would not come up with a conclusion so suddenly, however, as he is beginning to gather up his observations, you eventually return back to “normal”, where you don’t freeze up whenever he shows up in front of you, or whenever he tries to lean in for a kiss, or any other physical intimacy that you seem to stutter about. 

Actually, for him, it did feel like you were back in your past self–easily getting flustered or embarrassed. For you, though, the memories that the “Teyvat You” had accumulated slowly but surely came to you each day you spent with Al-Haitham, almost too calculative that you felt like everything that had happened seemed to be much more real than the “Earth You”. 

And because of this, you begin to open up to your lover about your experience and decided to ask for his opinion. With all the time you had spent with him, you became much more comfortable with having to talk to him without stuttering and enough for you to tell the truth of your identity–but not enough to tell him that this world is merely inside a game. Fortunately, he would not be able to figure this out as this is something very unpresidential. 

“Are you saying that another soul… but it’s still you… entered this body, and now you have memories of you here, as well as you back in your world,” he did not seem to end it in a question, more like a demand for you to tell him more or for you to explain it to him clearly without having a hard time to do so yourself–he could not really blame you… it is not such a “normal” occurrence that even he wouldn’t be able to explain himself if it had happened to him, not that he would be as inaccurate as you are. 

He does try to help you uncover the truth and adjust well! After all, he is quite thirsty for knowledge (as much as you were to hi-) and there would be no things left unturned, especially considering that it was about you. 

He does find it odd whenever you do a couple of things that you did not use to do—such as say a couple of words that are not in Teyvat’s vocabulary, from what he knows of—but he eventually grows accustomed to them, just as quick as you become accustomed to this “new life”—or it wasn’t really. 

He does ask you a couple of questions (a LOT) about how your life was in the other world. You tell him of all the technologies and inventions you came to know and well you should not be that much surprised if he ends up covering them for his research or whatever. So do make sure to keep some of that knowledge to yourself! 

TIGHNARI

The moment you wake, you found yourself lying in the middle of the forest, all alone, yet surrounded by mushrooms that you knew for sure you had never seen before. 

They had brighter shades, compared to the ones you normally eat, which means-

“Are they poisonous? Or worse…” you mutter to yourself, horrified as you look at each of the mushrooms. Then everything turns black. 

When you wake again, you were greeted by a different view–a hut, precisely… or it seems like it. You had a familiar feeling set in once you looked around you, however, but as soon as you heard the slightest bit of movement, you instinctively closed your eyes, pretending to be asleep. 

“No point trying to act like you’re still unconscious, Y/n, you may open your eyes.” 

The voice—it felt too familiar that even if you wanted to pretend a little bit more, you couldn’t help but be curious–why was it even familiar when-

Your jaw fell and your mouth hang open as soon as you came face to face with him–a man with long ears (fox ears? What are they-A fennec? Why does he look like… someone…) and his sense of fashion being… quite an eh- 

“Huh? What is it? Is there something on my face?” 

Now that you had heard his voice again, you came to realize that he does sound like the same person he looks very much alike to–Tighnari from that game you’ve played. 

What in the- 

“I must be dreaming right now, aren’t I?”

He sends a look at you and with crossed arms, says, “If you were, I can say I’m quite flattered to have you dream about me, but you are not dreaming so my gratitude is rather useless.” 

And as he casually tries to check your temperature and your vitals, his touch makes you jump with a sudden “memory” that you two apparently had… of the times he took care of you after you appear to have been either injured or came across some weird mushrooms–which also seems to be the case this time around. 

“What is it? Did it hurt when I touched you?” He does notice this and does not hesitate to ask you, but with all that was happening, you failed to notice the concerned look in his eyes but it did not stop the pressure that was building in your chest—so you lied. “No… I’m fine, just a bit jumpy… ‘s all.” 

He may raise a brow at this but he brushes it off, and in the end, you might not be able to say the truth to him because… well, you didn’t have a chance! Every time you try to do so, it’s either he holds your hand or you hold his and a memory pops up and everything in your plan gets messed up! 

He’s sort of a physical lover. You wouldn’t be able to believe it either, especially since you didn’t really know much about him until you came here and realized that it actually makes a lot of sense for him to be so. 

He initiates a lot of it too! So much so that whenever you feel his tail wrap around your arm or your waist or him trying to request of you to pet his ears… you feel a little guilty somehow. 

In the end, you were keeping something from him… and you still haven’t told it yet. 

HEIZOU

You had just woken up and minutes later, you were stuck in a rather… awkward conversation. 

“Are you saying… I’m in Teyvat?! And you’re Heizou?!” 

The boy in front of you has a furrowed brow as he crosses his arms over your chest, “Hm? Where else should you be except for here? Right beside me?” he grins at the momentary victory of having to come up with a way to try and fluster you, but apparently, this time, it wasn’t working. 

He, above most of the others, would figure it out immediately–well, not the entire story, no. He will be able to deduce that you must hae forgotten a piece or two (or maybe even all) of your memory and in turn, makes you very confused as to where you were and who is he–I mean, how could you even forget who he is? He courted you for so long and now he will have to go through that all over again? 

You don’t remember everything as fast as his interrogation skills, however, and he will begin to question you before you even get to have your “memories” back, and when you do, you were already finished telling him of your life back in Earth and it seems you might have slipped that Teyvat is inside a game called Genshin Impact, which is how Heizou came into the conclusion of the truth. 

You really wouldn’t be able to hide anything from this man because he knows his way around interrogation that even if you try to lie, it will only be for your demise. Well, it does seem like he wasn’t taking you seriously, but hey, at least he wasn’t being awkward about it now… or maybe he’s just REALLY not taking you seriously. 

Anyway, it was a kiss that eventually makes you remember—not everything, but at least something. 

“This is not gonna do… you act, speak, and look exactly like Y/n, and yet-“

“But my name is really Y/n! And… I think I remember something.” 

“So you were able to recall something after our lips touched,” he brings a hand on his chin, contemplating, as you feel your face heat up. 

“If you put it that way…” 

“Then should we do it more? Kissing, I mean.” 

“Sure, I-wait… what?”

comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!<3

taglist on the reblogs!

#yaepublishinghouse #genshin x reader #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #scara x reader #alhaitham x reader #al-haitham x reader #heizou x reader #tighnari x reader #genshin fluff #genshin sagau #sagau scaramouche #sagau heizou #sagau alhaitham #sagau tighnari

[nakedtoasterr]

Male reader month | April edition

This one is late so I apologize but life happens, hopefully I can get into a rhythm of getting these done before the end of the month.

I added 3 experimental fics this time around. Two of them are character x GN reader and the other is a Fem character x Male reader. I’m hoping you all will enjoy these and please tell me if you don’t! I won’t add any in the future if that is that case

Ps: if anyone wants to help with these hmu im so slow 😰

Sfw male reader

Kittens; scoups | @seventeenficsformalereader

Scoups(?) x male reader

None listed

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A Tease | @moonbyulsstuff

Kaidou x male reader

None listed

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Tea at 9pm | @anystalker707

Vinsmoke Sanji x GN!Reader

babygirl sanji / wholesome relationship / reader is a writer who keeps a journal with the crew's adventures / extremely fluffy ending

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Izuku midoryia x male reader | @odue-sp

Izuku x male reader

m/n has a problem with personal space and people touching him. m/n's quirk is tendrils, he is able to form them anywhere on his body they're usually invisible (warped areas). They're supposed to be visible but he's able to make them disappear.

Top male reader

Soft yandere Aether x MR | @dvlboy

Aether x male reader

Soft yandere aether

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Sub/bottom Dottore and pantalone hc

@bazthefirstborn

Dottore/ pantalone x male reader

crying, (A LOT) spit, sensory deprevation, rp, bj's, (m reader recieving) just general gay men activities

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who loves to be marked? | @chaepink

Izuku/Bakugo/kirishima x GN!reader

dom!gn!reader, suggestive, marking, biting, spanking

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Tony Stark x Younger Poolboy Male Reader hc

@justice-maul

Tony stark x male reader

Sub Tony, age gap (not specific), porn with plot, reader is muscular and tall, manhandling kink, cum, degrading praise, humiliation, mentions of rough sex, and making out (tell me if I messed any, I didn’t double check this)

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Bottom male reader

Daddy’s home | @dabisbratz

Gojo x male reader

light angst, daddy kink, bottom male reader, finger sucking, fingering, apology sex, dubcon (gojo’s a lil pushy but everything is consensual), dacryphilia, dirty talk, praise, biting, reader’s kinda bratty, possessiveness, established relationship, secret relationship, reader’s a regular civilian, anal sex, spit, mating press, sexualizing gojo’s thermographic xray vision, amab body terminology

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Momo x male reader | @trafalgarya

Nsfw head canons

mommy kink, penetration, strap-on, oral (giving and receiving), soft dom!momo yaoyorozu, sub!male reader, praising kink, sex-toys, teasing, orgasm control, begging, nipple sucking, masturbation, use of "slut", a bit of ooc ig, analingus (receiving, mention of giving too)

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The Devil comes to steal, kill, and destroy

@adoniss-tales

Gabriel x male reader

corruption kink, guided masturbation, praise kink, voyeurism, pet names (reader receiving), p.w.o.p, no actual penetration : reader is a follower of gabriel, but not an alternate. . Gabriel is referred to as "Mister Gabriel" once.

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Ayato Petplay | @vikeii

Ayato x Male reader

pet play, established relationship, everything is consensual!!!, puppy play, mild praise kink, cockwarming, dumbification, male reader, belly bulge, mild overstim, mild nipple play, collars and leashes !! he/him pronouns for reader, amab reader, marking, biting

Hey y’all!!! I know I’m super extra late but I really did try… I’ll do my best to start earlier in the month so this doesn’t happen again I’m so sorry guys. Tysm for all the support on my last post!!! Seeing all the reposts and hearts really motivated me to finish this one. ❤️❤️

Extra apologies to the ppl I messaged when it was 3 am over here. I’m not my best when I’m bout ready to pass out

#bottom male reader #dom male reader #fanfic #fic rec #male reader #sub male reader #top male reader #x male reader #anime fic #hot anime guys #hot anime girls #I need them to step on me #sorry lol #gn reader #gender nuetral reader #fem character x male reader #bokutosproperty male reader months

[channoticedmeuwu]

𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐍 ; 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

p — YEONJUN × FEM!READER | g — slice of life, coming of age, slight fluff &/or angst | w — none ¿?

a/n — got emo, needed a change of usual writing environment

he's the boy you've always known you've wanted. from the moment you saw him til the moment you left him, you know he was the one. love with yeonjun was nothing like you've ever felt before. it was bittersweet, it was a rush, it was a race. but it was also a slow paced rhythm, a soft melody, a drag of the soft fingers against the warmth of skin.

there was nothing you'd find more comfortable than familiarity. and yeonjun grew from the unrecognizable to the irresistible, like a child experiencing rainfall for the first time, or a new experience proving to be nothing but something you'd think to yourself like, "oh, I could get used to this."

yeonjun was nothing but a star in your night of constellations; a mere spec of dust that would appear in anyone else's life and leave just like that. but again, like stars, your worlds would come crashing into each other as he would kiss you, and the sequin of your skies would dissolve as he gazed at you with his ever-so loving eyes.

yeonjun's eyes would turn lighter in the presence of sunlight, and he'd smile as he'd run his fingers through your hair lazily, reminiscing about moments spent together. it wasn't uncommon for yeonjun to love you so tenderly, like you were the sun his planets would orbit.

but the orbit came to an end, and you still remember the look in his eyes as you kissed him goodbye for the final time. instead of the red string of fate, tied around your wrists was the grey thread of dread as you'd hold hands, and something began to fade in your worlds—like all stars were beginning to fall.

yeonjun was, yet again, just a star in your night of constellations. so you'd hug yourself and remind yourself that “getting used” to yeonjun was just a matter of growing up. and you were going to continue your life without him, like a closed chapter you desperately wanted to reopen, if it wasn't for your greater good.

so it caught you off guard when you'd face yeonjun years later, the same glint in his eyes of a slightly matured face, the same smile of a sharper jaw. yeonjun was more reserved, but even he knew that there was something brighter about the color of the string attaching your hands. and he saw the way you looked at him like he was the night to your day.

swift glances and stolen kisses behind alleyways, you never fail to leave yeonjun breathless. and your smile grew tender as you'd see the boy, sheepish smiles as he told you jokes and pink cheeks as your hands would brush again, and again, and again.

yeonjun grew comfortable with your familiarity. and there he was again, middle of the night at your doorstep, out of breath and drunk on the missed feeling of your skin against his and his lips against yours, desperately craving you back. and with a tumble of his words, he'd heave a sigh as his eyes bore into your skin.

“can we try again?”

txt — masterlist

main taglist (hmu to get added!) — @koishua @navyhyuck @allegxdly @daystiny  @kdyism  @neotism  @bluejaem  @radiorenjun  @sleepylixie @oifelixcmerebrou @mrkcore @imdamnconfused  @sicluvz @abhirami20 @tyongishs @emvrd @brxght-world

I’d appreciate if you’d give me a little feedback on the drabble if you read, whether it’s an ask, a reply or in the tags of the rb! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed!

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[dystopian-reverie]

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙘 𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧 \\ 𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙆𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

Title: Loving Marc Spector

Rating: Mature, dark romance and smut, 18+ Minors DNI!!

Content Warnings: gn!reader x Marc Spector, smut, mentions of p in v, rough oral (both of them receiving), knife play, dark romance, mentions and descriptions of blood, fluff, angst+comfort, alcohol consumption, borderline toxic relationship, choking, a freaky reader (it’s the whole package deal, baby ;)

Summary: Being Marc Spector’s lover wasn’t easy, but you would rather cease to exist than wish it was any other way.

A/n: Honestly, this is just a huge mess of a lifestyle fic that tried to encompass all the darkness and softness that came with dating Marc. I hope you enjoy it :) Oh, and I think this would be a much better read if you're listening to Lana Del Rey, The Neighbourhood, or The Arctic Monkeys.

Tag List: @jakelcckley @wowifinallymadeanaccount (just hmu if you want to be on my taglist)

It was unlike anything anyone would ever feel in their life.

Loving him was tiring. The way he would clam up the moment you seem to scratch through the surface of his high walls. He wanted you to see the pain and aching, wanted to show it all to you, strip himself bare, but being unable to. So he'd show that he loves you the only way he can- stripping you bare and taking you all to himself and making sure that you know you are his, and only his to take, drowning in the sound of you screaming his name.

Loving him was painful. He'd come back home, bloodied and scarred from another life-draining mission, and when asked why he didn't use his suit's healing power, he'd simply place the medical kit in your hands and drop down on the couch.

You'd feel his muscle tense underneath you, trying not to flinch, his grunts barely escaping his mouth as his fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs while you toiled away, fixing up his wounds.

"Why do this the hard way?" A question he's heard too many times, paired with those glistening eyes of yours.

"Simply because I can," He'd say, not in any hurry to rush the moment.

Loving him was scary. Eyes of a sinner, the same eyes that held so much potential for care and kindness, boring into you as he ruts into you, tearing cries after cries from your constricted throat. The tight grasp his fingers has over your neck never softens as he uses it as his leverage to make you do whatever he wanted at the moment.

Your legs draped over his shoulders, you'd get reminded quite harshly how Marc wasn't the one who showed mercy when you messed up with each and every thrust.

Loving Marc Spector was your face being raised to meet his, as his eyes, with carnal fascination, closely followed the tears streaming down your cheeks. It was taking in all the pride when he groans out how pretty you looked crying for him. It was not being able to tug on his hair when he closes the little space between you both to lick away the tears, littering kisses all over your face- a soft action while your entrance was being abused over and over, without a break.

It was his calloused thumb stroking your cheeks, spreading the wetness over your hot skin, as his tongue danced against the skin of your neck, leaving scars- a work of art.

Loving him was not knowing what was gonna happen next, a thrill down your spine every time he looks at you with those hooded eyes of his.

Loving him was living in a Lana Del Rey song, accompanied by The Neighbourhood constantly playing around you as the world gets drenched in a black and white filter when he lifts you up and spins you around in the middle of the night. The only time Marc worshipped the moon- when its glow illuminated your laughing face, capturing what he wished he could keep in his eyes forever. Your giggles muffled quickly as he brought you down to meet his lips, kissing you with a tenderness that he rarely showed.

Your fingers would play with his raven locks as your legs wrapped around his waist. He'd hold you up as you caressed him with a tenderness that he never knew.

You'd lose all sense of time looking into those eyes of his, shamelessly mesmerized and deep enough in love to admit you never want to look away.

Marc Spector melted away every bit of inhibition that was left in you, giving you something entirely new. Freedom. For the first time in your life, you felt free. You felt desired and wanted to get drunk in that feeling. You felt all the things that you taught yourself to stash away in a dark corner of your brain, all the things this world had asked you to not feel for that makes you weaker- you felt pretty, you felt beautiful, you felt fragile and yet so safe, you felt the entire cosmos thudding inside your ribcage as his eyes traveled all over your body, his hands following shortly behind.

He showed you a part of yourself that you thought wasn't possible to exist, but yet here you both were, confused beyond limit as to what you both were doing to each other's mind and body, but loving it nevertheless.

Loving him was finally knowing that this was an addiction, this love that you have for Marc Spector was your drug, and you weren't getting clean anytime soon.

A small bedroom, fit for two, only the walls and the bed as witnesses for all the things he did to you.

On some blessed nights, you and Marc would sway along to the music, a bottle of whiskey in one of his hands as his other guided you, and you both would tumble over each other, followed by your fits of slurry giggles.

"Open your mouth, baby," Marc would order, taking a swing from his bottle. You'd obey, as usual, like the good little doll he always said you were and feel the wetness of the alcohol being poured into your mouth, gulping it softly as it burned your throat.

Marc would catch that one drop that slid down your chin with the tip of his tongue and lick it all the way up to your mouth, soon engulfing both of you in a heated kiss, all tongue, and teeth.

Loving him hurts so good. When your knees ache from all the friction the floorboard was creating as your throat struggled to take all of him inside. He would hold your head still with a fistful of your hair in his grasp, fastening his pace as his cock moved in and out of your mouth. His filthy moans, praises, swears, and words would make it all worth it. Yet again, he'd slowly trace his finger over your cheeks as your tears adorned them, glistening. They were his rewards, a sight you knew he craved for.

On especially cruel afternoons, his eyes would narrow down on you, a dark shadow cast over them that made your skin tingle. He would be drenched in the smell of sweat and liquor, yet his stand was unwavering and on guard all the time. His lips turned up into a snarl as he contemplates how to sting you with his words again, his mind twisted as the alcohol continues to mess his head.

You'd try not to cry, not to yell at him, to maintain your composure at all times.

"Why do you make caring for you so hard, Marc?" Your voice would tremble, trying to keep together what was left of your sanity.

"If it's so damn hard, maybe you shouldn't be doing it in the first place," His words cut you up.

"Ever thought about it that way? Hmm?" He advanced toward you, the stench of alcohol clouding your senses. "Maybe you should pack it up and leave me to it because I don't seem to need you, do I?"

"You don't mean that," Your voice was no more than a whisper, trying to sound confident and restraining the doubt and sorrow seeping through.

He let out a breathy laugh. Tracing the outline of your face and tugging a strand of loose hair behind your ears, he lowered himself down to your face.

"Oh baby, how would a person stupid enough to stay with me know what I mean and what I don't," Even while gutting you through his words, his habit of playing with that single track of tear didn't change. He stroked your now tear-stained cheek as he studied you.

"What if every single 'I love you' I've ever told you was a lie?"

Everything inside you would snap all at once as you pushed him back and walked as fast as you could to the bathroom, locking the door swiftly and turning on the shower so it could drown out your sobs. You'd sink down to the floor, your head between your legs.

At times like these, you didn't know how many times you could remind yourself that this was his intrusive thoughts talking, not him. This was a product of his trauma, not the part of him that's working through it. But it still stings, it still hurts like someone was drowning your freshly wounded body inside the salt water.

It wasn't until late at night, that he'd crawl back home to you, with the weight of his words butchering him inside.

He'd find you curled up on the couch, passed out from exhaustion. Stirring from your sleep, you'd be met with a man on the verge of breaking down in front of you. Propping yourself up groggily, you'd see him through your puffy eyes.

"Marc?"

His face would contort in pain, as he fell to his knees beside you, making you fully sit up. Tears would cloud his eyes as he looked down to hide them from you, but not having much control of them.

"Baby, I am so-" His words would get caught in his throat as a sob threatens its way out of him. Apologising wasn't Marc's best area.

A few seconds would pause with neither of you saying anything. You'd see the man crouching in front of you, probably in more pain than most people can imagine.

"Please don't hate yourself," You whispered, ripping away a sob from him.

He looked up at you with bloodshot eyes. "Baby I didn't mean a single word I said," He shook his head, crawling closer to you, afraid touching you anywhere was more than what he deserved.

"It's just, sometimes, my mind, it forces me to think stuff like that, and I was drunk, I couldn't think clearly and I got the darkness to get the better of me. I didn't mean any of that,"

He would go on for minutes together, trying to make you understand how none of that was supposed to happen and how sometimes his mind tries to get rid of anything that gives him happiness.

With a promise of working through it together and both of you patching up each other through words of kindness and assurance, you and Marc would pass out on the couch, holding each other close with a newfound hope that one day, everything would be fine and neither of you would have to get hurt like that again.

Caring for him was exhaustive. But you did it anyway, and you'd do it over and over and over. There were things about each other that neither of you understood. You'd often feel his curious eyes follow you wherever you went, and when you finally looked at him with raised eyebrows and asked him what was wrong, you'd always be met with the same question or other variations of it.

"Why do you even put up with me?"

"I love you, and I find that love worth enough to be with you through everything- the good and the bad" You'd smile simply, not understanding the waves of storms crashing against that man's heart.

Marc Spector was not a man used to feeling loved, you knew that, and you were going to do everything in your power to change that.

Loving him was corrupting you. Venturing into the darkest and deepest parts of yourself was something you prohibited yourself from doing, but when Marc came into your life, all of that changed.

All of your wildest fantasies and desires ran wild whenever he was in your vicinity, and he'd always know. His lips curling into a smirk, he'd wait you out, trying not to make the first move and he sees you through his side vision as you try to not get lost in your thoughts, blushing and trying desperately to ground yourself.

Realizing that his hypersexuality was slowly seeping into your character was terrifying at first, always thinking about taking him all to yourself as you both devour each other whenever you so much as looked at him leaning against the wall. But as time went on, you both decided to temporarily push away the problematic part of hypersexuality and indulge in all the pleasure it offered.

His hands would be snaking behind your waist in no time as both of you crashed into each other within moments of prolonged eye contact. A hundred different ways to explore and push each other's limits, to bring one another to the brink of life and beyond.

Straddling his thighs, grinding against his bulge as his fingers brush over your lips, watching his eyes slowly but hungrily grazing over all of you- everything about the two of you was more than intoxicating.

There was something so incredibly poetic about this love, something so tragic and erotic, so strong and alluring that even thinking about getting out of this burned you from inside.

At times, things that shouldn't happen, according to Marc, do happen, such as you getting stuck in the crossfire in one of his missions.

It was during moments like those you get to see Marc's feral rage that didn't spare anyone who went against him. He wouldn't just 'knock them over', he'd hurt them, bad. And as much as you knew that shouldn't invoke any emotion other than fear, you couldn't help but get enticed by watching that.

He'd be covered in blood, a little bit of his own, and a lot of his enemies, by the time he's done with them, he'd turn around to look back at you, looking at him with something that was not fear. Then it struck him- you weren't as innocent as he initially thought you were. And boy did it rile him up.

Dragging you into a dark alley where there was no chance of anyone getting a glimpse of all the sinful things about to happen, he takes his time studying you to see how this part of him made you react.

He'd bring his hand in front of your face; fresh, gleaming blood on his fingers, lingering inches away from your skin. Your breath hitched on your windpipe as he stroked his thumb against your cheek, smearing the thick liquid on you. The metallic scent, adding on to everything that was going on, was overwhelming your senses.

"Marc," You moaned as he cupped your face, getting all the blood on you. You brought your hand to his own face, tracing all the blood smears, some even from his own wounds.

Pulling him closer to you, you brought your lips near his cheeks, hovering just above them. You could feel his breath, hot and uneven on your neck, adding to the heat gathering down under you.

It was a small peck on his cheek at first, as his hands traveled down your sides, grabbing you tighter and getting blood all over your dress. Then you kissed him all over his face, licking and sucking under his jawline, feeling them clench and release as he basked in a sinister glory.

He knew he damn well shouldn’t do what he was about to, but seeing you dancing on the edge of a darkness so engulfing, his fingers fished out a pocket knife. As soon as you caught up to what he was doing, your heart beat sped up, pounding against your chest, anticipation burning in the pit of your stomach as to what he was going to do.

It wasn’t long before you felt the cold press of the metal against your cheek, grazing ever so lightly as he traced it across your features, watching you intently as he did so.

You didn’t know what has gotten into you, everything was spinning and spiralling down, and all you could think of was Marc and all the malicious things he was doing to you.

Ever so slowly, you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, earning a raised eyebrow from him, followed by a dark chuckle that turned your insides upside down. The silver, shining in the dark, brushed ever so softly against your lips before meeting your tongue. A swift and tender lick to the metal was all it took for Marc to finally snap, something dangerous and disturbing awakening inside him.

He withdrew the blade from your mouth and held it against your neck, forcing you to arch your head back. Beautiful. This was all so wrong. Both of you knew you should stop this, but never did. Marc proceeded to fuck you raw, his one hand gripping your thigh that was wrapped around his hips, and the other one holding the knife in its place.

This damned side of him, one that he swore he would never reveal to anyone, let alone the love of his life, was finally being seen, scratch that, was being engulfed wholly, and he loved it. He loved every fucking second of it. He was never letting you go. Never.

Loving him was handing over your trust and power. This was something you and Marc both had problems with at the beginning. Neither of you was used to trusting people so completely that your mind could just finally calm down and rest for some time.

The compulsive urge to be in control of every situation was what brought you two together in the first place, driving you insane. And before you knew it, you both took the battle to the bed, trying to get control of each other.

Your arms would be bruised with the way he gripped you, holding you back from toppling him to his side as you tried to take the upper hand.

Your nails had dug deep into his toned frame, dragging them down and earning a deep growl that invoked something filthy in you.

It took some time for both of you to trust each other with your vulnerability, to finally succumb to the desire to be taken apart completely and put back together.

The first time Marc ever handed his power over to you- a day you'd never forget. Tears pooled in his eyes as he shut them tight, drowning in the pleasure of being taken care of for once. Shaky breaths and sweaty bodies, your moans, and whispers of assurance, praising him and spilling love everywhere as you rode him.

Your fingers moved in and out of his mouth as he tried to keep his wide eyes trained on you, but he couldn't stop them from rolling back at times- such a pretty sight. All hinted to him that maybe, just maybe, this was the part of his life where he can finally unwind.

He trusted you, and that single realization brought about unfamiliar waves of emotions crashing around him.

Loving him was adrenaline coursing through your veins. Marc was a dangerous man, and at times when life seemed to be sunshine and daisies with his adorable alter, you seem to forget that.

The split second in which he can grab a gun and change the course of the fight, his eyes trained on his target like a hawk as his mind contemplated about a hundred different ways to end this.

Loving him was rushing to the getaway car and starting the vehicle for him to slide beside you hastily as your both drove away from danger, hearts pounding and all your senses heightened. Marc would always be on extra edge when you were with him because he'd raise hell if anything happens to you. Having you with him didn't help him on his missions at all, but when you were dragged into the middle of all this, he had no choice but to do this with you.

Surprisingly, it didn't take a heavy toll on you, like how he'd expected. But what did he know? After all, you did fuck him like a filthy slut in a back alley, both of you covered in blood and sweat, with a goddamn knife to your throat.

Loving him meant getting pushed against the wall, having your chin grabbed harshly, making you look up at him as he scolds you, asking you to be more careful and smarter.

The wild, wild glare of his set on the guy who tried to harm you as he proceeded to beat him to half death, stopped only because you stepped in. Eyes and actions of a maniac as soon as he felt like his girl was in danger.

He’d grab your wrists a bit too tight as he checked you for wounds, making sure you were alright in his own ways, despite you reassuring him several times.

You could see the single vessel pulsating on his forehead, all the veins on his arms popping out, glistening from the sweat. His wet hair clung to his forehead as he'd look around, making sure you were alone before giving you a proper punishment for worrying him like that.

You knew you'd follow this man to the end of the Earth, that was the kind of chokehold he had over you. This love was no joke.

Loving him was discovering the soft pleasures. Being Marc Spector's girlfriend, it was rare for you to find a dull moment, and that's why they were so precious for both you and Marc.

Lazy afternoons with both of you doing absolutely nothing but wasting away time, laying on the bed, talking about this and that- the kind of peace and calm Marc had never even dared to wish for.

You'd both buy random things for each other while coming back home, from ice creams to flowers, from fridge magnets to donuts, from a hardcover special edition book that you've been eyeing for weeks to a thin bracelet, or a small pendant to add to that pretty chain of his.

You never let yourself dream about love, for fear of what would happen if you never get to feel that in real life. But you felt it, warm and fuzzy, like a blanket covering you from head to toe in a warm embrace. When Marc massaged your back to release those tension, it mostly lead to both of you fucking on the mattress, slow and deep, pressing every inch of each other's body as the ache oozed away.

Everything was so raw with Marc. From fucking to loving. So unfiltered to the point you were sure that this is what your life was meant to be. When the soft moments come around, you hold on to them, cherishing them forever.

Loving him was poetic. Marc was never a man of words. He was not as smooth as Jake or as heart-melting as Steven, he knew that. He'd look at you, sleeping peacefully beside him, safe in his warm embrace and his heart would ache with all the love that he has for you, but can't get you to see it.

On one of those incredibly frustrating times, he'd finally found his voice. Grabbing your waist and earning a light gasp from you as he interrupted your chore, he held your face so that you couldn't look at anything but him.

For some time, he did nothing but hold you close, taking all of you in; your face, your soft hands perched over his shoulders, his hands perfectly sitting on the curve of your waist, your scent, your hair framing your face.

"I was just a shell of a man who didn't know if I wanted to live or die when I first met you," He said. This was so out of character for him, he realized, as he watched your eyebrows furrow.

He placed his finger on your lips as you opened your mouth to say something.

"Listen to me, baby. But now, you make me want to burn down this whole world if it means I could live with you,"

Too stunned to speak, you let his words sink in as a smile dawned on your face. Marc was only ever used to getting you flustered by his actions, through sex and touch. But now, seeing a bright red bloom on your cheeks, all because he finally decided to let you know how he felt, he tasted paradise.

"You scare me. Your love, this love, scares me," He said. "But the heaven be damned if I'd ever leave you." Placing his forehead on yours, he was only hoping that he wasn't being too cheesy and scaring you away. But all of that nervousness melted away as you flung your arms around him, collecting him in a warm embrace, one that warmed both of your souls and body.

He was poetry. Everything about him was pure, enthralling, poetry. The way the morning light would hit his face and his bare body was the first thing you saw every day you woke up made your heart full.

Holding his palm in yours as he finally opened up to you, a strong feat that even he didn't know was possible- poetry.

The way his smile adorned his face, his eye crinkles appearing more profound as a genuine laugh would encase you in a warm bubble, a melody to your ears- poetry.

The way he was in the middle of getting the fourth orgasm out of you that night, with his fingers and tongues working miracles on you as you lay there, a sobbing, sweating, and panting mess under him, basking in his praises and commands- poetry.

Marc Spector was the love of your life. There was so much love to give, and so much to take. This love was how you started living, and this love was going to be the death of you. There is only Love & Lust and Love & Lust and Love & Lust...

#moon knight #moon knight fanfic #moon knight fanfiction #moon knight smut #moon knight x reader #moon knight imagines #moon knight fluff #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #marc spector x reader #oscar isaac #oscar isaac x reader #nathan bateman #jonathan levy #poe dameron #leto atreides

[coconutcordiale]

kiss the sun (fight the fire)

pairing- hangman x fem pilot reader (cs violet)

synopsis-

You bite your lip as he attaches his mouth to the side of your neck to keep yourself from saying anything embarrassing.

Rest in Peace Violet; admitted to being head over heels for her situationship because he grazed his teeth on her pulse point and short-circuited her brain.

Yeah. Absolutely not.

warnings- angst, friends with benefits sitch, bittersweet/unhappy ending (but this is set in the middle of love that's a real long shot so you can find the actual ending there if you feel the need), 18+ for brief allusions to smut

length- 1.3k

part of the heart in danger universe (hangman x violet) but can be read separately! there's overlap with love that's a real long shot idk sorry guys i'm just lazy asf apparently

i'm not a huge fan of how this turned out but it be like that sometimes (or, all the time lately) if anyone wants to start a support group for when the muses are not musing, hmu

i'm not a huge fan of how this turned out but it be like that sometimes (or, all the time lately) if anyone wants to start a support group for when the muses are not musing, hmu

title courtesy of mountain of the sun - Greta van fleet

North Island, 2022

Like most conversations with Jake, it happens outside the Hard Deck.

“I’m sorry?” You’re confused, have been since the moment you walked into the bar with Phoenix, Payback, and Fanboy and watched Jake’s normally clear, sea glass green eyes cloud with irritation at your presence. “That I didn’t tell you they sent me back to TOPGUN too? I haven’t seen you in almost a year, Jake.”

Jake’s clearly biting back anger, muscles flexing in his jaw as he grinds his teeth. It’s eerie, really to have that terrifying precision directed toward you. It’s not like you don’t know that Hangman doesn’t play well with others, but it’s been years since he threw it your way.

“Don’t act like we haven’t talked since then. I think you know you were supposed to mention it.”

You deflate. You don’t even know what you’re saying anymore, mouth forming words that only seem to frustrate him further, push him back into his shell.  

“Let’s just get through this mission, it’ll be easier if we’re not fighting,” you suggest eventually, knowing there's no way you win this round, not while Jake is determined to use anything that comes from your lips against you. “You do enough goading with Rooster.”

You see the moment he forcibly relaxes, each muscle taking on tightly controlled calmness, the Hangman camouflage painting itself over his sharp features.

“We’ll stay out of each other’s way. Focus on the mission.”

“Yeah, focus on the mission,” you agree, staring down at your beer and wishing you’d brought several tequila shots outside with you. Maybe the whole bottle. Some lime for good measure.

You silently follow Jake back inside instead of opening your mouth again and making things worse, settling into a stool next to Phoenix with a hopefully less than noticeable sigh.

“What’s up with Bagman?”

You take a sip of your beer, trying not to wince. Guess your displeasure wasn’t as quiet as you intended. “I think he’s pissed I’m here.”

Phoenix furrows her eyebrows. “Why would he be mad you got called back too?”

You shrug. “Maybe I’m cramping his style – he thinks I’ll be upset if he’s sticking his hand up girls’ skirts at the Hard Deck in front of me.”

“You would be upset.”

“Not the point. Besides, it’s not like I’d actually tell him that. He probably just wasn’t expecting to see me and now I’ve ruined his plans to whore around, flirt with Rooster, or whatever he had in mind.”

“Wait, I’m sorry, you didn’t tell him?”

“No, when he mentioned he got the order, they hadn’t called me yet.”

“Then maybe he’s mad because it looks like you were hiding it from him.”

You roll your eyes. “We’re talking about Hangman here. Why would he care about that?”

Phoenix gives you a distinctly unimpressed look that you would really prefer to ignore.

Maybe it's time for those tequila shots after all.

+

Your skin is buzzing, has been since you listened to Hangman swoop in and save Rooster and Mav over the radios. You’d never been happier to hear that slight southern drawl make a stupid joke about tray tables in your entire life. The energy carried you through all the hops and transports back to North Island, all the way back to the Hard Deck where the air is finally filled with victory rather than uncertainty, all the way to Hangman’s room, your mind refusing to think about what a bad idea it is to be here with him. There’s only space for one thought running through your brain.

We’re alive.

“Fuck,” Jake groans, deft fingers making quick work of the buttons of your uniform. “Missed you, missed this.”

You bite your lip as he attaches his mouth to the side of your neck to keep yourself from saying anything embarrassing.

Rest in Peace Violet; admitted to being head over heels for her situationship because he grazed his teeth on her pulse point and short-circuited her brain.

Yeah. Absolutely not.

A sheen of sweat and one broken lamp later, you’re fully, frustratingly content. It's a little annoying, at this point, for Jake to look the way he does and be this good in bed.

“Don’t like fighting with you,” you admit in a whisper, lips tracing against his smooth skin, because your common sense got taken out at the knees three orgasms ago.

“Ended well. Gave us a vigor we haven’t had in a while.”

You know he’s joking. He’s teasing, doesn’t mean anything by his tone.

It doesn’t change the fact that you suddenly feel like a bucket of ice water has been upended on your head. Because that’s all this is. It’s never going to be more.

You can’t keep doing this, you think with startling clarity, not if it’s not going to mean anything. It’s not even his fault. You’ve known who he was from the beginning.

“Yeah,” you mutter, exhaling a steadying breath. “I don’t know. All the arguing, then making up so we can fool around. It’s time for us to grow up, don’t you think?”

“Probably,” Jake responds, completely unreadable.

It’s not like you expected him to disagree with you, but you feel a twinge beneath your ribs anyways.

When he kisses you, you can’t help but hold on tight, pulling him as close to you as possible with fingers tangled at the base of his neck. You should maybe be more concerned with sticking to your guns, not doing this again, but if this is the last chance you’ll get to have him you’re sure as hell not strong enough to deny yourself of that.

You know now what the end tastes like. Bittersweet.

+

“Heard Seresin’s opting to stay in North Island if you need more of an incentive to take Cyclone up on staying here,” Phoenix tells you the next morning, apropos of nothing and stabbing her French toast with a little more force than you think is necessary, given the cutesy restaurant you’re currently sitting in.

You cringe, having forgotten you were going to have to talk to her about this. Of course, this is the perfect opportunity for her to needle you, given none of the boys would be caught dead in this hipster brunch place, leaving you two to your own devices. “That’s a disincentive, actually.”

Phoenix furrows her brows. “Thought you guys made up after he got a chance to play hero. You were finally speaking in full sentences last night, at least.”

You look down, avoiding her eyes. “We ended things. For good.”

She grabs your hand from across the table, sympathy radiating.

Phoenix clears her throat after a second, smoothing out her expression, but her eyes still have that softness to them you rarely get to see. “That explains why you don’t want to take Cyclone’s offer.”

You nod. “Not very feminist of me, yeah? Letting a guy influence my decisions. But I just can’t trust myself around him. It’s like he’s lowered my defenses without even trying.”

“You can’t stay away.”

She’s not asking. It’s an observation, painfully obvious to the people around you that know you well. You wonder, idly, if Jake knows too.

He must. The thought makes your chest tight, hand unlacing from Phoenix’s so your knuckles can press against your sternum, quelling the pain and embarrassment that comes with realizing he’s probably been pretending not to notice, helping you save face.

You nod, a tired, small thing. “Yeah. And that’s the problem; I’ll always keep coming back.”

Looking at the waves crashing outside, you try not to miss North Island before you’ve even left. It doesn’t work, because you can still smell Jake’s cologne on your skin, can still taste the sting of goodbye on your tongue.

But Jake was just one chapter. You know you’ll have more.

#jake hangman seresin x reader #jake hangman x reader #hangman supremacy #hangman #hangman top gun #jake hangman seresin #hangman x you #hangman x reader #jake seresin fic #jake seresin x you #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman fic #hangman angst #hangman seresin #hangman x y/n #top gun maverick

[blackwidow-bby]

hmu with alcina angst; something like reader getting hurt bad and Alcina realizing how fragile they are. cue Alcina getting massively overbearing and possessive making life for reader a little hellish, but it’s not like they can leave cause they love her after all… feel free to go crazy!

Sorry this took me a minute to get posted, I ended up getting really busy with work and finally got around to being able to post it! Thanks for sending this request<3

No warnings, just reader being a meanie :(

What seemed like a typical stroll amongst the gardens of castle Dimitrescu, quickly turned into a nightmare. Normally the lycans wouldn’t dare step foot on land that they hadn’t been created on. For the most part, Lady Dimitrescu’s land remained free from lesser monsters other than the moroaica that guarded the castle but a couple managed to sneak their way in.

That’s how you found yourself running for dear life, trying desperately to make it to the doors. Hell, at this point you’d be lucky for anyone to simply step in and save you. Your breathing was growing more heavy the more you attempted to duck and weave amongst bushes and tree limbs. Looking for anywhere that would slow them down, but the lycans were ruthless. Easily overcoming every obstacle in their path with unhindered strength and speed. The lycans brainless ferocity didn’t even budge when smashing through multiple bushes and gazebos to get to your soft flesh.

They had to have been starved for this hunt in order to break into the gates and chase you with reckless abandon. Finally, one of the doors came into view even though you weren’t sure if you could make it in time. You had to try. The two massive lycans were gaining. In a last fit of will, you screamed as loud as you could before shoving yourself into the doors. You could hear their sick snarls right behind you as the door was pushed open, gaining quicker than you could enter. Suddenly, a sick mess of maw snapped around your calf. The lycan bit and shook in an attempt to tear the meat from your limb. The horrific cry that fell from your lips was broken in a shriek from the pain in your lower leg. Your heart now threatened to beat from your chest with the anxiety that this would be over for you.

How terrifying that you would not die of natural aging but at the mouths of hungry mindless dog-men who only wanted to fill their bloodlust. But by some incredible twist of fate, just as soon as you felt the bite, it had released. The lady, in all of her grandiose height, held the severed body of the lycan that had bit into you. Her own fangs flashed in a snarl at the other lycan still left standing in a warning for him to back of. The foolish monster didn’t take to the threat at all but instead lunged at the Lady of the castle. What a stupid mistake to have made. Just as quickly it had lunged, the severed, split body fell to the ground and a heap of finely sliced flesh. In the last bit of adrenaline haze you could see the blood drip down Lady Dimitrescu’s blade-like fingers into contrasting pools on the ice white snow. The last thing you saw was your beautiful lover turning to you before the world went dark.

~

With a shattering gasp, you bolted upright. The form you were placed atop was soft like velvet. The sudden waking caused a jolt of pain straight to your leg. The sharp sting made you cry out, falling back to the bed in an attempt to get the pain to go away again but all that was left was the throbbing agony of withering strain. At the sound of your cry, Lady Dimitrescu bursted through the doors to her bedroom, the attack had left her shaken.

The thought of losing her lover whom she had to quite fondly worried her to her core. She wept at the blood, your blood, that coated her dress as she rushed you to her quarters. Calling out frantically to her daughters, anyone really, to help save her love. The Lady had lived many lifetimes with many partners but the thought of losing someone she cared so deeply for never got easier. She was in a panic, desperate to clean the blood from her clothes and stop it from seeping from your cold frail body. Even as her eldest daughter attempted to patch you up completely before your beating heart could cease, the Lady was annoyingly overbearing in making sure you would survive your attack.

“My love, my sweet love, you’re finally awake!”

Lady Dimitrescu rushed to your side placing her larger colder hands upon your burning cheeks. The initial infection was fought but a lingering fever could still be felt.

“M-my lady, the pain…”

Your whimpering tone made Alcina retreat her hands and quickly grab the salve Bela left for your recovery. With gentle touches, the Lady removed the bandages and placed the ointment to your healing wound. Constantly cooing and shushing your cries of hurt to get your body to relax before placing fresh bandages to your gash. You fell exhausted once more after she finished. Falling asleep again with your love running her cool fingers through your sweaty tresses.

~

The following days were unbearable to say the least. Alcina was constantly worrying herself around your life. She had taken it upon herself to carry you everywhere instead of allowing you to walk on the injured limb. Feeding you instead of letting you eat on your own, even lifting your drink to your lips instead of letting you move to get it yourself. Maybe the first couple of days, all of the comfort felt good. You felt cared for and loved, now just made you feel like a child and worthless. She slept less to make sure you slept more. You never went anywhere without your Lady being right there on your heel.

Her overbearing protection started to have a negative impact on your mental state. You internally begged to be able to bathe alone, wanting some peace to soak amongst rose petals and hibiscus, to rest your mind and simply take in the alone time. But she wasn’t backing away. You stood in your shared bathroom staring emotionless into the mirror as you watched her undress you with care. A deep unwavering feeling made your eyebrows draw together in furrow. Will this be your new life? Forever being watched like a child with her fear that you’d be harmed again? Would you ever get to smell to fresh grapes and roses from the gardens again? Would you ever get to be alone? Did you even want to be alone?

“What troubles you, my love?”

Her voice sounded shaky and weak. Like she was pulling her true tone in order to make you feel safe. But her lack of confidence only furthered to annoy you. Was she walking on eggshells now?

“Do you think I might be able to bathe alone tonight?”

Alcina flinched at your request. She looked hurt.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea draga mea. What if you slip? Hmm? What if you can’t reach your towel? How can I help if—”

The suddenness in your turning to face her effectively cut off her schpiel.

“I’m NOT a child, Alcina. I think I know how to take a bath.”

Her eyebrows raised at your tone, mouth falling slightly agape. You had never in your life spoken to her with any harshness.

“M-my love, plea—“

“NO! I’m sick of being treated like a doll! Like I’m some breakable porcelain object that must be coddled and fed and kept close. I can move and eat and bathe all on my own. You haven’t left my side since I woke up. Do you even sleep, Alcina? Do you even see your daughters? Do your work? Do you think me some fragile infant who can’t even work a spoon?! You have been at my side for WEEKS, I can’t even shit without you right by my side ready to wipe! Just GO! AWAY!”

Alcina’s face fell. Her brows drawing in at the middle. She stood now in the bathroom full height, shaken at your outburst. She had only been looking out for you. Making sure you felt cared for and protected. Did she really go too far?

“I-i’m sorry I made you feel helpless. I love you so much, I thought I’d lost you.”

She looked down, single tear falling from her cheek. She didn’t even attempt to hide her sadness.

“I’ll leave alone, my dear. Y-you…know where to find me.”

Lady Dimitrescu quickly dipped out of the bathroom, closing the door behind herself.

You did it, you were finally alone. Able to have that comforting soak in your oils and soaps. Alone. But as her words sank in. The look of contempt on her face as she looked at you before she left. Did you even want that anymore? Did you really want to be alone now? With the state you left your love’s heart?

Was it really worth it?

#Lady Dimitrescu angst #lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #reader instert #resident evil village #re8 #ravwrites #alcina dimitrescu

[musingmixtape]

plots inspired by taylor swift’s music, enjoy! (& hmu if u want to write any of them!):

hits different: ‘you were the one that I loved, don't need another metaphor, it's simple enough’. muse a and muse b were everything, their first real love and now that they’ve broken up neither of them are dealing with it like they should. i just want to see messy exes who truly adored each other, getting drunk on the weekends and showing up at doorsteps, not dealing with jealousy, always ending up tangled together even when it just makes everything worse. just angst and pining and desperation.

glitch: muse a and muse b are insanely different, so people are constantly shocked when they find out they’ve been friends for a long time. no one who imagine that’s not all they are, because they’ve been friends with benefits for a long time now, self-sabotaging their own relationships at times and swearing it’s just some fun until they find someone permanent. but of course feelings start to get involved and neither of them is willing to admit it because that would just fuck up what they have, right?

the last great american dynasty: this is the entire vibe. basically muse a is a wild girl, she’s always down to any last minute plans and her life is a constant party. muse b on the other hand carries with all their families expectations, they’re expected to behave, don’t get their name on the magazines and eventually take over their parents role (bonus points for royalty but honestly any old money kinda business works perfectly). of course, muse a turns muse b’s world upside down. i wanna see them sneaking around trying to avoid rumors and muse a taking muse b to every party they shouldn’t be at, and muse b just throwing around their money and being happy and just letting go for the first time in their life.

illicit affairs: ‘look at this godforsaken mess that you made me, you showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else’ if you ask me, there’s nothing like a good infidelity plot. the plot could begin when the affair is brand new or when it’s been going on for some time but every time muse a tries to break it, muse b just gets them right back on the palm of their hand. i want to see the heartbreak of desperately wishing for someone who can never be yours and having to settle with anything they can offer. bonus points if muse a is somehow related or has a relationship with muse b's partner, it can be siblings, best friends, anything, it's just way more sad that way and i love angst.

i'm too lazy to write these ones but i've also thought abt ideas for 'tis the damn season, ...question?, miss americana & the heartbreak prince, august and cowboy like me because they're so good?? so anyway if u want to hear abt either of those just lmk lol.

#wanted plots #i'm gonna point out that i'm looking for threads that are on the shorter side rn so it doesn't take me forever to get back to them-- #just bc time is killing me lately! so if that works for u i would love it :) #plot bunny #1 x 1 rp #*wanted plots

[z0mbie02]

‼️‼️Looking for long-term roleplay partners‼️‼️

(If you’re gonna ghost or unfriend me after discussing plot please don’t add me it’s just time wasting so just be sure Thank you :) )

Basic info:

Age: 20 (21 in July, if that matters to anyone). Please be 18+ only; no minors.

Timezone: Eastern

Where I roleplay/contact me:

Discord: zombieology

No one liners I like long detailed responses since it keeps the story alive

Pairings I do/will do:

(I would do FxF but prefer playing as male characters. I feel like I write them better): MxM FxM.

OCs only. (I can't, for the life of me, do anything canon but that’s just me I like playing as my own characters)

NSFW lS OKAY, as long as that's not the only thing happening, and there's actually a good storyline/plot planned out with good characters. Then, I don’t see why not.

I’ve been really wanting to do a zombie apocalypse for so long – more of the TWD style zombies – but I’ve had no luck because people usually end up ghosting, which is fine; it happens, but it kind of wastes my time when people bail out midway so please be sure you want to do this type of rp before reaching out.

I also love angst, any drama that makes our poor characters suffer, and creating playlists for characters it be fun to do that with someone and maybe even make ocs together and possibly art for them I like to befriend my rp partners aswell :)

Anyways hmu if you’re interested

disc: zombieology

#roleplay #looking for roleplay #18+ roleplay #angst #oc rp #mxm #mxf #zombieapocalypserp #TWD #ocs #discordrp #looking for friends #oc friends

[kazoosandfannypacks]

"Wishing it Wasn't" by kazoosandfannypacks

Chapter 7/18: Like Everyone Else Has Pairing: CaptainSwan Rating: General Word Count: (1.1K/19.5K) Summary: Season 2 Canon Divergence: When Neal tells Emma he has a fiancée, she claims to have a new boyfriend of her own, and blurts out the first fairytale name she can think of: Captain Hook. Killian agrees to this ruse, but when feelings grow between the two, will the con be more than they can handle? Chapter Summary: Killian and Neal have a hostile heart to heart conversation. Tags: season 2, canon divergence, gun violence in later chapters, angst with a happy ending, fake dating, mild character death, mildly anti neal Author's notes: I hope you guys enjoy the banter in this scene as much as I do! Taglist: @zahara @kmomof4 @jonesfandomfanatic @booksteaandtoomuchtv @jrob64 @tiganasummertree @anmylica @teamhook @undercaffinatednightmare @gingerchangeling @lonelyspectator @caught-in-the-filter @ultraluckycatnd @cs-rylie @pirateprincessofpizza [if you'd like to be added to or removed from this list, hmu in my dms or askbox!]

Also on Ao3!

Killian smiled at Neal, who glared across the table at him while the girls were in the bathroom.

 "Something wrong, Neal?" Killian asked. "Or would you rather I call you Baelfire?"

 "Neal's fine."

 "What's wrong?" Killian asked. "Oh, is this about me selling you out to Peter Pan?"

 "I got over that." Neal said. "It's what you did before that."

 "The part where I rescued your mother from a loveless marriage?" Killian took a calculated sip of the drink in front of him.

 "The part where you tore apart my family."

 "That's not how I remember it." Killian said, setting down his glass. "I remember her coming to me, begging to be rescued from being 'lashed to the village coward.' And I remember telling your father if she wanted her back, all he had to do was fight for her- and I might've let him win too- but to leave a treasure like her with someone who didn't care enough to fight for her?" He leaned forward. "That would've made me the villain."

 "You ruined my life."

 "Your parents were a sinking ship from the beginning." Killian said. "I just sped it along."

 "You don't even care what you did to me, do you?"

 If not for Baelfire, Killian would've called himself the hero of that narrative. But every time he thought back to the poor little boy who he saw in the tavern all those years ago, he saw the eyes of a would be Lost Boy- and those same eyes across the table from him now.

 "Of course I do, Bae."

 "Neal."

 Killian nodded. "Of course I care, Neal. Your mother and I wanted to come back for you when you were old enough. Do you know what her last words were before your father ground her heart into dust, right in front of me?"

 "No."

 "She said she was sorry. She said not a day went by that she didn't regret what she did to you."

 "Liar." Neal said. "My mother didn't care about me. She only cared about herself."

 "How dare he say such a thing!" Killian thought, about to strangle the insolent brigand sitting across from him, "Milah cared about him, about my crew, about me- Milah cared more than anyone else ever could."

 "Watch your tongue, lad." Killian said. "I've killed men for saying things half as heartless about her as you just did."

 "It's a wonder what Emma even sees in you." Neal muttered as he took a sip of his drink.

 "Funny." Killian said, ignoring his own certainty that Emma saw nothing in him. "I was about to ask the same question. What could Emma have possibly seen in a stubborn jerk like you?"

 "I'm a stubborn jerk?" Neal asked. "You literally just threatened to kill me."

 "Yes, for being a stubborn jerk." Killian said. "And at least I fight for those I love. How did your story with Emma end exactly?"

 Neal avoided eye contact. "I gave her up. Tried to give her her best chance."

 "You abandoned her like everyone else has. When things got hard- you left her." It was Killian's turn again to take a smug sip of his own drink. "The crocodile doesn't fall far from the tree."

 Before the fight could get too heated, Emma and Tamara came back, and Killian and Neal smiled like they hadn't both been about to commit a murder.

 For some reason, just seeing Emma calmed him down, reduced his boiling blood to a simmer. He quickly got up from his seat and pulled out her chair for her.

 "Thank you, Killian." She said.

 "Anything for you, love." Killian said. He pushed her chair back in, then sat down next to her and put his arm around her again, finding a soothing comfort in her arm under his hand.

 Emma rested her head on his shoulder, and he smiled, though not at her. No, he smiled at Neal, Swan's ruse having proved Killian the better man between the two.

 But even as he held her, even as he pretended he'd won her heart- even as he pretended he was only pretending to like her- he had to remind himself it was fake, that Swan didn't really consider him the better man.

 To be honest, he wasn't sure she thought much of him at all.

---

 When they'd finished eating and the waitress brought the checks, Killian volunteered to cover them all.

 "You don't have to do that." Neal said.

 "Nonsense." Killian said. "I've recently had a successful business venture, and see no reason not to share its spoils with such pleasant company."

 Emma and Neal made eye contact- they both knew the 'business venture' he spoke of was probably illegal.

 "Are you sure?" Tamara asked.

 "I insist." Killian said. He took the tab to the other counter to pay for it away from the others- Emma knew this was so no one would see him paying in gold doubloons.

 "He's quite the charmer." Tamara said. "Where did you guys say you met?"

 "I did some traveling recently." Emma pulled whatever pieces of their history together she believably could. "My mom and I went to go visit… Germany. Where she grew up. Killian travels a lot for work, and we stumbled into each other- one of those lucky accidental meetings- but when he realized I was new to the area, he showed us around and bought us drinks. We really hit it off, exchanged numbers, and about a week later he came to Storybrooke to be with me."

 "How sweet." Tamara said.

 "He really is." Emma turned to see him walking back over and smiled at him- smiled an almost real smile.

 "Well then, love." He put his hands on her shoulders. "Should we be off, then?"

 "Oh yeah." Emma said. "Henry's probably waiting up for me."

 "Wouldn't want to leave the boy too long, would we?" Killian asked, and Neal looked away.

 "Oh yeah," Emma smiled, understanding Killian's angle, "ten years was more than enough time."

 "Neal should know all about that " Emma thought, watching Neal squirm in his seat, wanting to shrink lower than the table.

 "It was lovely getting to know you better." Emma held a hand out to Tamara.

 "Absolutely." Tamara said. "Maybe we can do this again sometime."

 "For sure."

 She shook hands with Neal as Killian shook hands with Tamara, then watched a tense glare between the boys as they shook hands.

 Then, Killian took his jacket off the back of his chair and placed it over Emma's shoulders.

 "Thanks, babe." She said, pulling the jacket closer around her.

 He kissed the top of her head. "You're welcome, love."

 He wrapped his left arm around her and they left the restaurant together.

#once upon a time fanficton #cs fanfic #captain swan #killian jones #emma swan #once upon a time #ouat #season 2 #canon divergence #kazzy writes

[roxt4rrrrr]

★—roleplay!

hiii people!! i hope my fellow bully fans are seeing this. im the biggest bully scholarship edition fan in actual history and i cant find people down to roleplay it, so here i am!! in this post i will cover—

my roleplay style

my roleplay rules

my ships

what im down for

my characters!

this is also a request!! im BEGGING people to roleplay with me. if you're even slightly into bully please come rp with me.

•—roleplay style

semi-lit-novella

i typically take on any literacy. i can write a super long amount if i want, 2000-8000+ characters— but i also tend to just do any other literacy. no matter your literacy, I WILL RP WITH YOU. anything but asterisks and one liners will fly with me. i absolutely adore being super long and descriptive.

i would love to give you a writing ex– but i will not be able to find any. 😭 but you'll probably see them all over my page!!

•—roleplay rules

no one liners!!

try not to control my character!!

please make sure you develop plots with me and try to keep it going!

don't rush romance if it's not part of the plot pretty please haha

don't shove the attention of the plot solely on your character!!

try to understand if i take a long time to respond! i suffer from a lot of mental health issues so responding takes me a second.

^^ will not be a problem usually, i usually respond really fast LMFAO

TELL ME IF YOU'RE BORED OR UNINTERESTED!!

•—my ships

when it comes to bully, im SUPER open to ships. because i haven't indulged much into bully ships, im down for anything!! the only people i won't play for ships is gary, derby, ted, and just characters im in love with in general because im literally just like that LMFAOOO. but one of my fav ships is literally kirby and ted DONT JUDGE ME STOP ITS SO CUTE. I KNOW THAT SOUNDS WEIRD BUT I LOVE IT A LOT. i am down for anything with derby and gary bc i love those boys and whatevaaaa! but also im mostly just straight up down for whatever u want.

•—down for

okay im literally chill asf when it comes to stuff. im ok with nsfw as long as it's not the whole center of the rp, and anything else is usually comepletely fine. i mostly love romance, angst, and slice of life– but literally anything is fine. i LOVE LOVE LOVE double ups and oc x canon shiz, so if u wanna do that then im so down. play gary or derby for me and ill shriek in a good way. i die for those boys on moms.

•—my characters

OK SO. im very flexible with characters. generally ill literally play anyone. but below, ill list a couple of the characters that i usually main and play as to give you a bit more of an understanding!!

kirby olsen

jimmy hopkins

pete kowalski

johnny vincent

christy martin

mandy wiles

gord vendome

trent northwick

lola lambardi

bif taylor

ocs! (ask)

those are some of my personal favorites!!!

☆—summary

okay so!! in summary— PLEAASEEEE HMU! if u wanna roleplay. please don't be shy because i guarantee i am a very open person and i will literally give u my discord so fast. i also love to just talk and fuck around because it's really fun lmfao. im chill and this post is so much more serious than i actually am as a person.

#bully scholarship edition #bully #bully rockstar #bully game #bullworth academy #gary smith #jimmy hopkins #johnny vincent #derby harrington #roleplay #roleplay request #rp wanted #rp with me #rockstar #oc rp

[nonbinary-jakeseresin]

divorce arc my beloved

finally got the first 2/3 arc of my hangster divorce fic outlined. Here's a sneak peak at act 1 scene 1 & 2 & Act 2 scene 2 (my fav angst - ie the actual convo that leads to the divorce)

ACT 1 Scene 1 

from when they meet to when they fall in love

they meet in a bar in Tennessee when they were both running away from their pasts and towards something they wanted to be

They seduced each other and somehow it was an instant connection even as strangers.

then they hooked up and became vulnerable, telling each other their secrets not knowing they’ll be seeing each other again

they meet again in flight school. WHOOPS - now they know more 

they fucked around and fell in love 

they decide to say fuck it and be who they are, who they could be both in flight school and in their own personal lives (Renegades) Bradley being himself vs Goose Mav clone, Jake being someone other than a Seresin, the perfect son he left behind

they were great together in flight school. they didn’t mingle with the rest much, they only cared about getting through and getting deployed and being with each other

ACT 1 Scene 2

Jake takes Bradley home to meet mama seresin and sis + B proposing in malibu during vacation + small wedding + honeymoon somewhere 

first time Jake brings Bradley home is after flight school before deployment. He brings B to the Seresin farm. B gets Jake's sister to help him propose to Jake 

he proposes at Malibu on vacation (a couple of days), they get married next week in a chapel (only them and momma seresin and sis)

Jake tried to get Mav and Ice for the wedding but he didn't mention it properly and so it didn't even get to them personally, it just stopped at Ice's secretary who told Ice some random naval cadet sent an invite (this was pre TOP GUN so pre-Hangman being well known, before they were lieutenants)

B doesn't know Jake invited them. They get married.

They honeymoon wherever they get stationed (they get stationed together for a while and it doesn't matter if they’re in carriers a lot cuz like - they get days off on shore and they’re together so it’s fine)

And im going to skip a few parts (because Im not giving everything away) and go to the divorce hehe

ACT 2 Scene 2

the breakup and divorce

Jake comes back from deployment ready to talk but finds B drinking. Angry. Not talking. (they had a fight before this)

Jake asks what’s wrong, B doesn’t reply. Doesn’t say shit. 

They get into another fight. B throws out things like Jake can’t even be a good husband and be there for him, not be there for family

Jake tries to explain that he lost a wingman and he was not ok and that B wasn’t there for him either. That Jake needed time to fix himself first

Then B says something really stupid: that he should have known to expect Jake to not be there because ofc what else is he known for if not leaving people hanging out to dry. just like how he lost his wingman. 

“Too busy chasing a kill to be there for those that need you and it kills them. Why did I think you’d be here for me” (he’s projecting bc he just was so angry)

That was too far. “Then if you always knew you couldn’t trust me, then why did you marry me?” 

B can’t answer. He knows he can tell so many reasons, but he doesn’t know if all that applies to Hangman. Not now. 

Now they were trying to stay still in one place and build something and neither knows how to do it while still figuring out their careers.

J: Why did you marry me Bradley?

B: because it was easy. Don’t know if that’s true anymore. 

I have 2k outline done for everything pre-mission. please give me encouragement cus idk if I will actually end up writing all this o my own (motivation is hard to find lol) but ya if anyone wants to know more just hmu here or on discord :)

#divorced hangster au #hangster #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster x hangman #top gun: maverick #hangman x rooster #sereshaw

[frestoniia]

▷ RP WISHLIST (TWISTED WONDERLAND)

" When your breaking point's all that you have, a dream is a soft place to land. "

A collection of plot ideas for Craig's TWST verse (x). If any of these catch your interest, please feel free to hmu! Specifics can be tweaked as we see fit. Will be updated as I come up with more ideas. 

1. Craig makes a dress/suit/outfit for your muse. Either commissioning him to create an outfit for your muse, or offering him something else in exchange (if your muse is close with him, he'll probably do it without asking for anything in return). Could be for a specific event your muse wants to attend, or just because. Any excuse for Craig to make pretty clothes for someone.

2. Craig goes to a big fancy ball. Maybe your muse is his date/chaperone, or they just happen to meet at the ball, or your muse is helping him get ready (or vice versa). Give me fancy ball threads you cowards. Bonus points if it's something like a masquerade, bc those are always fun. 

3. Craig is performing in some kind of pageant or show, and your muse helps him prepare. Or vice versa! 

4. Your muse gives Craig a makeover. "Popular" from Wicked plays in the background. Also "Beautiful" from Heathers. I want both these vibes pls.

5. Overblot Craig. Please, I crave OB threads. I am begging with my whole chest. 

6. Craig uses his UM to fuck someone up. More than likely he's doing it either to protect himself or someone else. Unless he's overblotted, in which case he'll fuck up anyone for any reason. See above. 

7. This video (tw for blood and gore). Because angst :) Could be someone underestimating their strength (or overestimating Craig's) and hurting him in the process. Alternatively, Craig can end up accidentally using his UM to cause a similar incident. See above. 

6. Someone saving Craig from his shitty aunts. Either offering him a place to stay during break so he doesn't have to go home, or busting him out Weasley style. Because when you're in an isolated and abusive situation, sometimes you need to be saved and you're not weak if you can't escape by yourself.

#𝐎𝐎𝐂 ◞ ✧ pay no attention to the goblin behind the curtain #𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ◞ ✧ gonna fit the plot i got #|| im gonna try to make these for some other verses as well so!!

[cselestial]

this is more of a preview of some thoughts i’m having/some requests i may or may not put out, but i just wanted to put out some of the brain worms i’m dwelling on to see if anyone might be interested in!! feel free to shoot me a message or comment if any of these maybe strike your fancy!!

equestrian team // this is a bit broad, but given its nashville it felt appropriate. i’d really love to focus on any sort of equestrian team probably based out of the university - think rich girl vibes, country club, probably all sorts of internal drama and such. for this i have a little rich girl i’d definitely be bringing to the table (absolutely thinking big sapphic vibes tbh) so if anyone’s interested in this let me know!

genshin impact // this would probably more revolve around people who are probably corrupted, but if anyone’s played/familiar with the lore for genshin impact, i’d love to do something similar to the vibe with scaramouche x ei/baal. i’m thinking like, dark moon who took on perhaps either a denizen or a normal civilian and corrupted them and influenced them that way sort of vibe. absolutely thinking some angst, very mixed feelings and probably some questionable relationships in this route tbh.

those are the two big ideas i have right now that i’ve been ruminating on (which the genshin one could also expand into bigger groups as well) but i have a few other ideas, like maybe campus clubs, cat cafe crew, dnd groups, that sort of thing! i’m also dying for some sibling ships right now specifically i’m really craving moon bin x moon sua sibs so if anyone wants to indulge me i’d love you forever. tbh overall i got a lot of brain worms but nothing too concrete, so if any of this strikes your vibe hmu!! super excited to plot with everyone and see what comes out of this lovely site. <3

#chasingmrp #its a lot of word vomit but u know the effort is there #been loving everyone's intros super excited to meet you all!

[softkostyk]

More random thoughts™ about Call Down the Hawk now that I’ve finished it (so spoilers of course) :

— my poor bb Declan I love him so much why can’t he catch a freaking break

— I wanna wrap Matthew in a blanket and protect him from all evil always

— Ronan and Jordan being besties and holding hands and leaning on each other? we love to see it

— Ronan Lynch has a giant f*cking heart and everyone needs to know it!!!!!

— all of pynch’s interactions have been so soft what the heck I want what they have :((( but also I can feel the angst coming from a mile away and I’m not prepared

— speaking of which where TF is Adam by the end

— Liliana and Carmen? a thing? so true 😌 but also I’m not 100% sold on liliana’s deal/motives

— am I the only one that doesn’t trust Bryde? why is he helping them? what’s in it for him? Idk man

— is Adam gonna be jealous about him because I mean jealous!Adam is something I’d like to see since we’ve seen jealous!Ronan multiple times 👀 not that Ronan would ever in a million years fall for anybody else

— what the hell is the Lace where does it come from how did it even exist to begin with ahhhh

— Jordan and Declan really be having me in my feels they’re so CUTE 🥺 I just want them to be able to be together is that too much to ask? (probably)

— Chapter 52 (Matthew finding out the truth) made me SOB for multiple reasons

— there was so much adrenaline coursing through my body for the last like ten chapters it’s not even funny I was so scared lmao

— THE SUNDOGS!!!!!!! basically flesh-eating puppies but!! we love all puppies in this house 🫶

— now for the quotes (in no particular order)

• does any part of you still look at the sky and hurt?

• the opposite of magical is mankind

• you smell like home

• I’m coming back. Be here for me.

• Can’t trust Ronan to save himself. He throws his heart and then runs in after it.

• He didn’t have it in him to love another dream. It hurt too bad. Loving anything did.

• I’ve been alone a long time.

I’m gonna stop here because otherwise I’d have to quote the whole book but in conclusion: I’m absolutely terrified for Mister Impossible and it won’t get here for another week so :) I’m sittin :) with myself :) if anyone wants to chat theories hmu!

#call down the hawk spoilers #the dreamer trilogy #ronan trc #adam trc #declan lynch #cdth #the raven cycle spoilers #pynch

[chorusan]

I have never considered Grif/Bitters before but my eyes are open and they are open w i d e

Any particular headcanons for them?

ngl, i started shipping grif/bitters as a very miserable ship, cuz realistically they're both repressed and unhealthy individuals dealing with their own angst when they know each other, so i was capitalizing on that and making them drown together, but i gave it some thought cuz i didn't wanna just hand you a bunch of angst out of nowhere and i'm now equally a fan of healthy and fluffy grif/bitters, so ty for that HDHDBV welcome to our ship, it's just you and me in a little rowboat together

i kind of see them both as cats, very "leave me the fuck alone unless i approach you in which case give me attention exactly how i want until i decide to up and fuck off again". they're both also somehow the most and least chill people on the planet, they both care a lot but would rather die than have anyone know they care, so their relationship starts as sort of this dance they do around each other where they're constantly testing the waters, figuring out how much they can get away with saying while trying to not let the other in on the fact that they are human and have human thoughts and emotions. this dance culminates in the mutual understanding that they can be "uncool" around each other and neither of them will call the other out. there is the mutual understanding that their lives suck and they both feel like they're drowning but at least they have each other and understand each other, and when they walk out from behind closed doors they'll keep each others' secret. their relationship, to me, is about companionship and making the best of a bad situation and...maybe not growing as people by leaps and bounds, but trying to stay afloat so the other has something to hang onto.

so, in no particular order, some gritters headcanons:

-they don't actively sit down and cuddle as much, but they're big fans of casually getting in each others' space. putting their feet on each others' lap, leaning over each other to reach things, shoving past each other as opposed to simply adjusting wherever they're walking, smacking each others' ass as they pass by

-when they do cuddle, it's usually because one of them walked up to the other and plopped themselves down directly in their space without asking, and the other may bitch and act annoyed but if anyone could see how tight they hold each other they wouldn't fool anyone

-they readily share snacks, even though they pretend to be annoyed about it. grif is pretty horrified how snackless bitters' life has been up until now. grif has both the know-how and the influence around base to get or trade for as many snacks as his heart desires, and sharing food is a love language for both of them, so they share snacks and eat meals together a lot. they also both steal off each others' tray in the mess hall and half the time they're chill about it, the other half they start fighting LMAO

-they like to smoke together, although grif doesn't like that bitters smokes because bitters is fucking up his health at such a young age, but anytime he speaks up about it bitters just blows smoke in his face and says something along the lines of "it's not like i'll live long enough to see the consequences". grif obviously doesn't like that but doesn't push it too hard because he understands the fatalistic outlook and knows if he challenges bitters on it bitters will just get up and leave. grif doesn't necessarily mentor bitters, but he does know he's got a few things to teach him and if he doesn't pick and choose his battles he'll never get anywhere with bitters

-speaking of smoking, bitters does have a tenuous pot hookup and he starts sharing his stash with grif. they hole up in grif's room (grif shares with simmons but they kick him out for the night unless simmons agrees to smoke with them, which he rarely does) (side headcanon, they can't use bitters' room because bitters rooms with matthews and matthews has copd from a chemical bombing by the feds and the smoke that lingers fucks with him). grif and bitters do shotgun hits OBVIOUSLY as every good ship does. they're both too depressed to have much of a sex drive, but half the time they smoke together they end up at third base

-NAPS NAPS NAPS they love to nap together anywhere anytime. they've turned napping into a sport, one of their collective activities is hunting down and sharing places to sneak away from everyone and get some sleep. they share all their favorite storage closet locations and together they can reach new heights, such as the rafters of the training compound or that attic space in the armory both of them have been eyeing but neither of them can quite reach alone

-bitters has a crappy old ipod he has really dated rock music on and he and grif each put one earbud in and listen because it's something to do. they talk about music together and bitters tells grif about how if he somehow survives the war, the one thing he wants is an electric guitar, it's the only thing he ever dares to hope for (and then makes a joke about grif being his groupie which gets him a smack upside the head) (grif: "no way, there isn't a single universe out there in which i'd be your fucking groupie, you'd be mine" bitters: "you can't really have a groupie if you don't play, that's not how it works" grif: "trust me, i'm gonna invent a new kind of groupie just so i don't have to be yours" and then this ends in grif promising he'll take bitters to a concert one day, but bitters is doubtful because he doesn't believe in "one day"s)

-bitters can play acoustic guitar and has one in his room, he only plays for matthews really but occasionally plays for grif (and the other lieutenants as time goes on). matthews has a ukulele he keeps trying to teach grif to play but grif is always too distracted watching bitters' fingers work the strings of his guitar to really pick it up

-the first time grif realizes he likes bitters more than he thought is the first time he makes bitters laugh. up until then, he hadn't ever heard anyone make bitters laugh, he was half-convinced bitters wasn't capable of laughing. grif doesn't even remember what he said, some dumb pun or remark, but bitters hadn't been expecting to find it funny so when he laughs he doesn't have time to tone it down or bite it back, he laughs genuinely. when grif sees bitters face light up and get 5 years younger, the way his eyes close and his eyebrows raise, when he hears that bitters snorts when he laughs??? forget it, he's gone, he's so fucked, he can't stop blushing and staring, it's over for him

-the first time bitters realizes he like grif more than he thought he did is the first time bitters sees grif give a fuck. the first time he runs into grif up late at night stress snacking in the mess hall (bitters went there to do the same thing), when grif tries to hide what's bothering him but it hits bitters like a semi truck, holy shit grif is stressing. not about his missing friends this time, about the new republic. about kimball, about matthews, about bitters. it's the push bitters needs to commit to liking grif, seeing concrete proof that grif is capable of giving a fuck despite all his pretending that he doesn't

ty for this ask!! this was rlly rlly fun!! :D feel free to hmu to talk about them anytime :D <333

also, if anyone has any headcanons to add on, please do! :D

#grif/bitters #gritters #antoine bitters #dexter grif #rvb #asks #talktag #chorusan etc

[kathrynalicemc]

Happy FFWF 💙

The concept of a major collaboration like PR is so mind blowing and cool to me. What was your inspiration and what was the best part of the process?

Agdjdhdjd thank you KC 💕

My inspiration was “boy I’ve got this idea and there’s hardly any oc content based during the war and I hate to be alone so I wonder if anyone would want to join me? I really want to see what others OCs are up to during the war!” 😂😂 Im a sucker for co-op content and creation, I’ve tried things before like making challenges cuz I just looove making things with others. By myself I feel like I run out of ideas fast or I’m indecisive so having friends around really help with brainstorming. Two minds are better than one 😌 And I was blessed with lovely collaborators who are just so incredibly gifted and inspired me to keep creating 💕💕

Secondly, the idea itself about Devon running an entire secret organization means I’d have to create soooo many npcs myself. So having people bring in their own already developed OCs to fill up the group was a lovely bonus for a lazy person like me 🤡

As for my favorite part of the process, I would say it was the groupchat we had where we would brainstorm and plot all the fun angst together 😌😌 @thatravenpuffwitch @the-al-chemist @lifeofkaze Y’all are the greatest and you made the last 9 months tbe highlight of my life 💕

Bonus: Even tho PR is over, there’s a few people who are planning to write some one shot extra chapters that fit in between the PR chapters to show events that aren’t as connected to the main storyline. So if anyone wants to join in who missed out, don’t be scared to HMU if you have a little one-off story that would connect somewhere!

#ffwf #hphm #hogwarts mystery #the phoenix resistance #tpr