#because the english ones hadn't been released yet

[cherrychilli]

MDNI, NSFW, AFAB reader, Steve x Shy reader, inexperienced reader, oral sex(F), light pussy spanking, lil bit fluffy? just a smidge

Very much into the idea of Steve discovering his shy girlfriend's collection of steamy romance novels. I had to add a few lines from the first steamy book I ever read when I realized it was released in the 80's. For funsies and just because it happened to fit well in this little nugget of smut hehe.

On the outside they look just like any other cheesy novel, nothing on the covers that suggested otherwise. Completely ordinary looking with softly colored pictures of sun swept countryside's, flowery English gardens and misty meadows. Steve had never wondered about them, having seen them lined neatly on your shelf for as long as the two of you have been together. Even today, they still hadn't piqued his interest but you were yet to finish your shower and he had grown bored of waiting. He isn't selective when he pulls the nearest book out of its place, not very thick and small in his larger hands. The Bride, he mouths the title, looking and feeling unimpressed. He doesn't bother reading the back, choosing to settle at the foot of your bed and flip through it lazily. He lands on pages at random, face scrunching up at the mentions of highlands and lords and arranged marriages. Not his preferred reading material, he confirmed. He skips further ahead, not giving too much attention to the words until...

She tried to cover her breasts by bringing her knees up and leaning forward. "I don't have any clothes on" she informed him.

Steve paused. He goes back and reads it again, this time more carefully. He then wedged a finger between the pages to keep track of his place, quickly turning the book over to glance at the cover again to see if he'd misremembered it somehow within the last five minutes. It's the same as earlier, completely unchanged from his memory. Sprawling green hills, grazing horses and what looked to be a castle in the distance is all that's pictured. Not the kind of book he'd expected to find mentions of nude women being intruded on. "It can't be", he doubts still, flipping the book back open and reading ahead to see if he was really seeing what he thought he was.

Before she could even think to ask him what in heaven's name he was doing, he had her flat on the bed. She didn't have time to blush...

His brows raise slowly, interest very much piqued now. "Oh Princess", he lets out in a low chuckle, lips stretching into grin.

"Sorry to keep you waiting", you stepped out of the bathroom, smelling of peach scented body wash and dressed in your cotton shorts and pajama top. "What do you want to watch tonight?", you asked the boy who was yet to acknowledge you, only mildly curious to see Steve intently paging through one of your books because you couldn't see the cover with the way it was angled towards his lap.

"How about we read instead?" he lifts up the book to reveal the title to you, his lips pulled into the most smug looking smirk you thought possible.

Your body blazes when realization sinks in, eyes going wide with horror. You never thought to hide any of your raunchy books before. You didn't have all that many to begin with and they blended in seamlessly with the rest with their inconspicuous covers. You didn't see the point of tucking them away, letting them sit on your shelf in plain sight. You realize now that may have been a mistake.

"Sweetheart, you had me all fooled", Steve stared you down, looking so very amused. "Made me think you were some innocent little church mouse and here you are reading about...", he looks down at the book again, reading the first line he sees out loud with the widest grin, "her lips so soft, so pliant and when his tongue finally sank deep inside her warm mouth..."

You release a high pitched squeal, running to him to try and snatch the book away before he can read any more. "Steve no!, put that away!", you yelp helplessly but he holds it above his head and out of your reach with ease, craning his neck to read off another sentence with exaggerated glee, entirely too pleased with the circumstances, "I want to touch you the the way you touch me, please? your body belongs to me as much as my body belongs to you doesn't it?"

"Steeeeve!", you pound your fists on his broad chest, feeling a hundred degrees warmer.

He's laughing still but he takes pity on you then, handing you the book as you take it and clutch it to your chest.

"Baby baby, relax ok?", he places a hand on your shoulder reassuringly, laughter ceasing when he notices the troubled look on your face. "It's no big deal, there's nothing wrong with reading about that stuff, you know that right?". You knew it. Of course you knew it, even if your body betrayed you with a tumbling sense of embarrassment that you had found impossible to shake all your life. You answer with a little sniffle, peering up at him through your lashes. "In fact I'm glad you've opened up to it in a way you're comfortable with. I know when we...try things you're a little reserved", he offered gently.

Your face drops then, worry bubbling inside your belly because the last thing you wanted was for Steve to think that you didn't enjoy yourself with him. "It's not because I don't like it! I do! I really like it when you touch me, Steve!" you jump to reassure him only to reflexively shield your burning face with your hands when you realize how forward your little outburst made you sound. You hear him chuckle in that familiar way that he always did when you worked yourself up, feeling him tug lightly at your hands to pry them away from your face. "That's good because I really like touching you", he lets you know with a tender smile and a quick wink.

You relax a little again, looking at him apologetically, trying to explain. "It's just- I feel.."

"Shy" he finished for you. "I know, baby. I think it's cute", he rubs a thumb over your cheek gently. "And I'm sorry for teasing you", dipping down to place a kiss on your cheek in apology.

You smile for the first time since your stomach flipped at the sight of your not so secret book in Steve's hands. "It's ok", you accept. "I just wish I could be more...you know, assertive? And more vocal about what I like".

He looks down at you thoughtfully, mind working until his eyes light up. "Tell you what. You up for some fun?", he cocks an eyebrow up at you suggestively. "Because your book's given me an idea and I think I could help break you out of your shell a little"

You're more than a little intrigued to find out just what he's come up with. "How?"

"Again", he instructs sternly from between your legs and your eyes squeeze shut and you whimper when his sticky palm connects with your bare cunt again. It's never too hard but it's enough to make you jolt and whine when your swollen clit starts to throb again. "I'm sorry, Stevie", you let out in a shaky voice, breath noticeably shallow. "Go on" he prompts, tracing a finger along your folds. You open your eyes and try to focus on the page, looking for the sentence you stuttered through and struggled to finish. You'd been doing this for close to an hour now, playing the little game he had concocted for you. The rules were straightforward - you needed to read out the sex scenes clearly. No hesitation, no stuttering, no skipping, no mumbling and if you did it properly, he'd eat you out while you read. But if you messed up, he'd have to punish you, spanking you between your legs. You'd messed up a couple of times now, enduring several slaps on your soaked pussy but did notice your inhibitions starting to melt away, even if much of them still remained. Just means you have to keep practicing, right?

Taking in a deep breath, you started reading, keen to have Steve's mouth on you again. "He forced her fingers around his shaft, then thrust his fingers inside her again to rid her of her fear...", your voice starts to tremble as you read on, barely resisting the urge to moan when you feel him lap at your puffy folds again, all sensitive from his skillful tongue and forceful palm. He made it harder for you when he groaned against cunt, teasing your hole, sucking on your clit and flicking it with his tongue but you don't want the feeling to end, gripping the book tight as you continued "she welcomed the rush of blazing ecstasy consuming her..."

#steve harrington smut #stranger things smut #steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington x reader

[your-nanas-house]

Broken stove

◇ Pairing: Step brother!Neil Lewis X Step sister!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, dub-con, shared bed, pervy Neil, (different parents), shitty writing ('m sorry)

◇ Summary: The stove is broken and Y/n finds herself in her bed with Neil.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. I honestly didn't like it at all...I could have wrote it better so I apologies, babies.

The room was cold, Y/n could almost see her warm breath just like in the living room but luckily for her, she was located in the room that held the heat the most in the house.

She had been under the covers for several hours now, she had distracted herself by watching movies on her laptop as she was still not sleepy and then ended up still awake after midnight.

It was time for her to try and rest a bit though, so she moved out of the covers, shivering to put the pink laptop on her nightstand. Exactly as she went back under her several blankets a soft knock at her wooden door caught her attention— her mother and stepfather were out of town so the only one in the room were her and her new stepbrother Neil.

He actually was the reason because they were in that situation, in the cold, freezing alone— Y/n knew she shouldn't have let Neil try to fix the stove and boiler, she would have called someone else.

The knocking came again, bringing Y/n out of her thoughts and peace of mind for the second time; the door opened slowly and her stepbrother's face appeared as he looked inside to see if she was awake

"What do you want, Neil?" She murmured still pissed at him and in a bit of annoyed tone since she didn't liked to have people in her room

"I'm freezing in my room" he replied quickly as he entered the bedroom and closed carefully the door as he approached her bed, earning a loud scoff from her

"And? Not my problem— you are the one that caused this mess." Y/n replied, frowing more when she saw him climb on the bed with her.

It wasn't a very large bed, she'd had one since she was a child and hadn't wanted to change it yet now that she was a young adult. The fact is that it wasn't a bed where two grown people could be comfortable in— thing that Y/n noticed immediately as Neil snuck under the covers with her, pushing her as he settled himself.

Her attempts to throw him out of her room or just kick him off the bed were not successful at all, so she just huffed making him some space as she complained

"That's all your fault, I swear if you snore I will kick you off the bed for real".

Neil just snuggled slightly, spooning her body in an attempt to warm himself

'Oh shut up, if you didn't wanted it you wouldn't have asked me to "repare" that thing for you' he though as he moved slightly closer, his arm resting on her hip.

Silence fell on the room, only a sliver of light coming through the window as Y/n had given up on arguing with Neil and was trying to sleep, eyes closed and regular breath— she was falling asleep.

"Are you already asleep?" Neil's voice interrupted her, making her open her eyes again.

Y/n didn't replied, listening to his rambling about some movies they could watch since he couldn't sleep, in an attempt to go back to sleep.

There was just something that kept pocking her from behind, that became more noticeable as soon as Neil stopped talking and the silent appeared again. Y/n was frozen in the little spoon position, fully concentrated to what she was feeling— that's when she noticed the light movement of Neil's hips and his increasing of breath.

She glanced slowly at him over her shoulder, trying to see through the dark— Neil's face was blushed, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open as he kept his movements of his hips. That's when Y/n realised that he was grinding against her ass, in a search of a release like a perv.

Her body jerked quickly in an attempt to get away from him "What are you doing, perv!" squeals worried as his hands grabbed her hips to press her back in place, his hips pressed flat against her back as his boner kept rubbing between her asscheeks "God, Y/n—" Neil moaned.

Y/n's eyes were wide not, she kept breathing quickly as she tried to not let the coming arousal get her but with Neil's hard cock against her and his big hand on her tits— well, it was quite difficult.

After all they weren't related by blood, her mom met his dad just a couple of months ago.

Neil started to nibble at her neck, grinding faster before moving her panties to the side, checking how wet she was and nearly cumming in his own pants— Y/n was wet, so wet, and almost ready to take anything her stepbrother would give to her, while her fingers kept massaging quickly her clit.

Neil's cock's tip pressed against her entrance and with a smooth but quick motion he thrusted inside of her

"Neil, you can't—" Y/n tried to say, interrupting her sentence with a pinched squeal caused by her stepbrother actions— which made him release immediately inside of her when she came and clenched around him for dear life.

They both breathed heavily, Neil's soft cock stayed inside of her as he moved closer, snuggling in her in search of affection and care "oh Y/n—" he murmured as she stared at the dark wall, letting him sleep there.

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[matan4il]

One correction: It's not GAP (what can you do with automatic translation), it's PIJ, which stands for Palestinian Islamic Jihad, a terrorist organization in Gaza, much smaller than Hamas, but also considered much more extremist.

Three points to take into account:

Even if you believe there's no humane sentiment among Israelis, Israel striking a hospital would be such a PR nightmare, that it really doesn't have any interest to do it.

The number of people killed being reported is unlike anything you've heard from any Israeli airstrike, and there's a reason for it. Hamas knows that hospitals are "protected," that Israel wouldn't strike there, so where do you think Hamas hides its headquarters and its ammunition storage? So once a PIJ rocket launched at Israel, ended up accidentally falling inside the Gaza strip, there's a good chance it hit the munition stored by Hamas in the hospital, causing a much bigger explosion than a few rockets can create on their own, and accounting for the number of dead.

In the past, when Israel did make a mistake and accidentally hit a large number of civilians, it did take responsibility for it. It took Israel quite a while (two hours) to respond to the claims that it was an Israeli strike precisely because IT TAKES TIME to make sure that there hadn't been any accidental strikes at the hospital. It doesn't take time to lie and throw the blame at someone else.

I prefer focusing on what is happening inside Israel, because those are voices that are barely shared online, but I know that Hamas didn't wait to actually find out what happened before blaming Israel, and that hatred for Israel is already being spread on and offline, so... I'm putting this out there.

Update: Here's a vid from Al Jazeera, they were filming Gaza, so they inadvertently filmed the PIJ rocket launched from Gaza, failing mid air, and then falling back down in Gaza, causing the explosion.

Update 2: Thanks to a reblog, I can add a link to even more images showing it was a failed launching within Gaza, with several different sources coming to the same conclusion.

Also, to the nonnie who asked me for a third, neutral party as a source... Al Jazeera is not neutral, it's firmly anti-Israel. They have a live stream of Gaza with clear timestamps. This is even better than a neutral source, because this is a channel with motivation to lie and vilify Israel, yet their footage ended up showing the opposite.

Update 3: There is now a picture from where the hospital took a hit. It seems that it was the parking lot.

If you click on the pic, it will take you to the Twitter thread, where people are doubting that this was the scene of 500 people dying. I don't know if it was or wasn't, but all casualty numbers coming out of Gaza? They're released by their Health Ministry, which is a part of Gaza's government. And that government is, all of it, Hamas. The same organization that massacred over 1,400 civilians in Israel.

The source is a Hamas-affiliated "news" account on Twitter.

There's now a video from inside the hospital's chapel, showing it mostly intact (other than the glass windows).

There's also a recording of two Hamas terrorists talking about the strike, where they themselves confirm that it was a rocket misfired by the PIJ. I can't embed another vid in this post, but I linked to the recording with English subtitles.

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

#israel #israeli #israel news #israel under attack #israel under fire #israelunderattack #terrorism #anti terrorism #hamas #jumblr #frumblr

[calumsargwife]

'feather'

calum hood x famous!reader

summary: is calum's first show as your boyfriend and boy, he's nervous.

warnings: bad language maybe, mentions of past relationships, idk just fluff really. (English is not my first language so there may be some grammatical errors, sorry!)

word count: 1.4k

note: this one is completely inspired by this tiktok, i love sabrina carpenter and this song has been haunting me for the past weeks, so here it goes! hope you guys like it!!

Calum was excited.

Today would be the first show he would officially go to as your boyfriend.

And the anxiety was eating him up.

Calum had already been to your concerts, many of them, in fact.

However, this would be the first concert he would go to where he was no longer your friend, and everyone knew it (well, almost everyone). You had started a new tour two months ago and this is the first time he was available to go.

He had felt so guilty for not going sooner, but now that he had the chance, he would go to as many of your concerts as possible.

He wasn't going to lie, he was a little afraid of being seen by the crowd. Before, all of your concerts that he went to, he attended with his bandmates, because that's what all of you were: friends.

But now... he was alone waiting for you to come on stage, and he couldn't be more anxious. He feared that maybe people would realize what was happening. You guys hadn't talked about releasing your relationship publicly yet.

He was so nervous for some reason. He felt that his presence was different now that you were officially together. Maybe him being there was different for you now? Because it was definitely different for him. He was the lead singer's boyfriend, you know.

Calum watched the crowd get excited for you coming out on stage. People dressed in colorful and happy costumes.

While he was waiting for you to come out, he was thinking about how you might be. You and Calum had met briefly for thirty minutes before you had to go get ready for the show. You looked happy, incredibly happy and radiant. You had this new aura around you and you looked so free and relaxed.

He wondered if you looked so happy because he was there. But then he thought that was something incredible selfish to think about.

If he only knew that he was right.

And suddenly, everything stopped. The lights went out and the show began.

Everything was fantastic. You were full of energy, you sang the songs, there were new choreographies and new sets.

God, to say Calum was proud was an understatement. You were absolutely shining. He had never seen you like this on stage, it was obvious that this was your element.

You had new songs to sing with a recently released album and the fans were going crazy. Him especially.

And then the melody of one of your new singles started playing and Calum felt like he was going to faint. He absolutely loved this song.

And "Feather" began.

You could see Calum from upstage. And you loved the view, he looked so handsome. He was just such a sweetheart, he looked so cute singing and dancing to your songs and recording you as if the internet wasn't already full of videos of you.

"Oh, it's like that, I'm your dream come true..." And you winked at your boyfriend. Because even though this song wasn't about him, Calum has told you on multiple occasions how you were a dream to him and that he couldn't believe you guys were together. Thus, you began to sing the lyrics of the song while taking small sensual steps to the rhythm of the music.

You were singing, jumping and dancing. Calum would say you were modeling too, because that walk. Damn, it drove him crazy. And you knew it, you had made sure today to make your walk even more exaggerated knowing that Calum would be at the show today.

Calum was fascinated by this song, since he was one of the few people who knows about the background of it.

Yours and Calum's relationship was something new. You guys were still making presentations at family dinners. However, you had been in each other's lives for a minute now. You have known each other for quite some time and had seen people come and go from your lives. And Calum hated your ex (this particular song was about him). Your ex was just so boring. Always controlling and annoying, Calum genuinely doesn't understand how you were with that guy for so long, he was so... meh.

And Calum saw you. He watched you change for this guy and adapt to what he liked, always leaving you waiting until the last moment to do anything, leaving you hanging in the anxiety of not knowing what's going to happen. Because despite being the most boring and predictable guy in the world, he managed to annoy you and give you a hard time, all the time.

So he was happy, Calum was radiating happiness when he found out that you had finally broken up with the guy. He was happy not only because you had finally gotten rid of something bad, but it also meant that you were finally single. Again. And Calum wasn't going to waste any time.

He had liked you for a while but things between you had never happened. But now that he had you all to himself... Oh, Calum is going to make sure it's for as long as possible.

Seeing you here so happy and being yourself again is something he really appreciates. Especially after seeing you so lost for someone who wasn't worth it.

And finally comes his favorite part of the song.

You approached the center of the stage, this way all the cameras captured you perfectly. "Well I, slam the door!" You kicked hard into the air when there was a drumbeat and tossed your hair slightly to the side. "I hit ignore!" You pulled your torso forward, exposing your butt a little. Jeez, Calum was going crazy, he hadn't seen this part of the show until now. "I'm saying, no, no, no, no more!" You sang a high note as you stood up straight again. "I got you blocked, excited to never talk, I..." You take a few steps forward while shaking your head. You turned around and started walking again, but then you looked back and sang. "I'm so sorry for your loss!" You laughed as you touched your hair flirtatiously and then continued walking as you continued with the chorus of the song.

Holy shit.

That's probably the hottest thing Calum has ever seen.

He couldn't believe that was his fucking girlfriend. Like what?

When the show ended and Calum was going backstage to see you, he swore he could die of tenderness when he saw and heard that the first thing you did when you got off the stage was ask for him.

The second you saw him, you smiled and ran over to him, excited to know what he thought about the show. "And?! Did you liked it?!" The adrenaline was still running through your veins, the fans could still be heard in the venue.

His hands naturally slid to your waist as he looked at you with hearts in his eyes. "I loved it. You absolutely glowed." Calum kissed you on the cheek. "I'm so, so proud of you. You really outdid yourself."

"What was your favorite song?"

Calum raised an eyebrow and held back a laugh. "Do you really have to ask?" Please, as if you didn't know the answer. Calum wasn't particularly quiet about his favorite song and how much he liked it.

You laughed as you threw your head back slightly. Your hands still resting on his big tattooed biceps, which were visible due to the black short-sleeved t-shirt that the boy was wearing. You'd be lying if you said you weren't checking him out from above the stage.

"You were seriously amazing." Calum said now in a more serious tone, as if to let you know that he meant it. "I never saw you so comfortable in a stage and it was definitely the most wonderful thing to watch." He at the same time checks your outfit closely for the first time, loving all the details. The colored crystals on your bodysuit shine more than ever and not to mention the figure that the suit made you look like. Please, this was Calum's paradise.

"I'm really happy you liked it." You said as you caressed her cheek.

"I'm even happier that I got to see it." He assured you as you began to walk together towards your dressing room so you could change and go back to the hotel to have a well-deserved night together telling everything you had missed about each other's lives these past few days. You couldn't stop talking about today's crowd and how incredible they were.

"What would you like for dinner?" You asked. "We can dress nice and go to a restaurant if you want." You smiled at the proposal you had made, you really wanted to finally be able to go out with your boyfriend.

"Of course, baby. That sounds perfect." Calum answered instantly without even thinking as he caressed your hand (which was intertwined with his). You felt your stomach twist at the nickname, you loved it.

"I've been dying to see you this whole week, I swear." Calum laughed at your confession.

"I'm always dying to see you." He smiled at you completely in love when he saw that you blushed and sighed, he really couldn't believe how much he loved you.

But, you didn't have to know that yet, anyway.

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[anyasivy]

I Think I Loved Her (Too) - Queen Ravenna x Fem!Reader

summary: [Y/N] had been the Queen's servant for quite some time. A time long enough for her to develop unwanted feelings. Only, she could never act on it. She shouldn't, really.

tags: angst, death, NO FLUFF AT ALL.

[english is not my first language! also i forgot the entire plot of both movies, dad played a clip on tv and i just got the inspo. sorry.]

Everyone knew of the Huntsman, and everyone knew of the incoming war between the Queen Ravenna and Snow White. It has been a thrill, these past few days, but most especially to the people who loathed the Queen. Seeing her weak and frail, growing "old" just like everyone-- the epitome of her reign, the reason why she was even Queen in the first place-- was now falling out of her touch. Which would indicate their freedom.

[Y/N] found the opposite. What was supposed to thrill her, scared her to death. And so, in place of Ravenna's brother, she had gone out of her way to kidnap girls the Majesty would find endearing. A gift. Or, as of now, gifts. Just until Snow White arrives. [Y/N] knocked gently on Queen Ravenna's chambers, the guards standing a few feet in front of it had given her a look. It's been weeks, after all. Weeks since Ravenna, rough as ever, slammed her against the very same doors while her lips were busy biting just hard enough to draw blood on [Y/N]'s neck. It was scarred for 2 days. [Y/N] wishes it had lasted longer. She hadn't anticipated for it to be the last, though. Damn Snow White.

With a weak yet firm voice, the Queen on the other side called out to whoever had disturbed her zoning out. "Who is it?" Never does it fail to astonish [Y/N] the commanding voice of Ravenna even at this state of her. The hairs on her neck stood the same since the first time she heard that voice. That soft, enchanting, tentative, yet hardened voice. One she could never read. She tried for all the time she had spent laying beside the Queen, who kept her at arms length every after sex. She never succeeded.

"It's [Y/N]," no reply. Not that it should sting, because Ravenna had made it clear she wasn't one to fuck and fall. [Y/N] was nothing but a release. Her beauty not even worthy to absorb. So why does it sting? "I have something for you, Your Majesty. Should I bring them here or take you to them?"

The quick rustling from behind closed doors answered the question, and [Y/N] knew Ravenna had taken offense at that. She was ready for it. A glare. A snark that would leave her sleepless tonight. A slap, even. But [Y/N] was always like that-- caring. And Queen Ravenna was always like this-- thinking every word of care was people belittling her abilities.

When the door opened, [Y/N]'s breath felt like it had catapulted into the sky. How could one think Queen Ravenna could ever be not beautiful? With those piercing eyes battling every fragility in her bones and with those lips [Y/N] had kissed multiple times and have been dreaming of for the past days? How could the mirror not think of her as the fairest? Just how the hell?

Those same eyes glower, and [Y/N] prepared herself for whatever it is.

She thought it'd never come.

Until it did.

[Y/N] felt the burn in her right cheek a second after, and she was in no doubt that it was burning red. It numbed for a little while, but after a beat or two it had tingled. It hurt. [Y/N] takes a sharp inhale, careful not to make it seem like she was pissed at Ravenna. She wasn't. She could never be. She wished she was. It'd make everything far easier. But oh heavens, she loves Ravenna in ways she had never loved someone. If beauty was what Ravenna wanted and if all beauty was what [Y/N] acquired, she'd knelt down and offered herself to the Queen with no regard for herself. Though it'd be ridiculous. Ravenna is beauty herself.

"Do not ever dare question me." She snapped, and [Y/N] felt her broken heart being thumped on repeatedly. Ravenna had used that tone many times. That line, too. It bothered [Y/N] as to why it still affected her.

She clears her throat before answering. Gather yourself. "Of course, Your Majesty." Her tone feigned a servant's politeness for their Queen. [Y/N] knew that was what she needed right now. To know she was still in charge. To know that even though people were calling her idiotic names in secret, she is powerful still. Power over them. Power over [Y/N].

At this, Ravenna takes a small step back, trying to stand much straighter. Perfecting her stance. [Y/N] mimics her, her eyes fixed on Ravenna's only for a split millisecond before they settled on the ground. She feared if she stared more, she'd break. She had missed the Queen. She had missed the way her heart beats like it was hunting a fast animal in the wilds. She had missed her touches, albeit rough and only ever sometimes soft, she badly longed for it again. It felt wrong to miss her this way, knowing there was something more worthy to think of at hand. Capturing Snow White, for instance. The thought of that girl had slipped away her mind the moment Ravenna stepped out of those doors, however. Somehow, whenever [Y/N] was in Ravenna's presence, every rational thought just seems to disappear into ashes.

"Where?"

[Y/N] takes a quick turn, her back now facing the Queen. She did not say any more needless words to avoid irritating the woman behind her even more. Instead, she paced fast and firm and led them both into the room she had kept every girl she captured that Ravenna would find lovely. Their hands were cuffed and secured tightly into the lower part of the walls, the small chain gave them little to no movements as they sat on the floor hopelessly. [Y/N] wanted to care or feel remorse for these innocents. It would feel better to know she hadn't thrown away her moral compass, at least not all of it. But Ravenna. Oh, Ravenna. If her Majesty wanted [Y/N] to slaughter everyone on sight, it'd be done within a matter of minutes. No questions asked.

One of the girls whimpered at the sight of the Queen, knowing what comes next. Only a handful of them had gone blank, their eyes giving nothing but acceptance. And the rest begged. Why doesn't it hurt? Why doesn't it ache, anymore? [Y/N] counted about 17 girls. 17 girls she had taken prisoners as sacrificial lambs. 17 girls with lives. She was once like these 17 girls, dreaming of love and rainbows, a future. So why does it not sting as much as Ravenna's looks and words to her earlier?

Ravenna tauntingly shushes the whole room. And that was what made [Y/N]'s heart jump. She steps aside and lets the Queen stride closer to the center of the room. Once again, her presence felt commanding. Like she, alone, could make the whole world fall to their knees with just one step of her foot. [Y/N] had. Countless times.

Time passed, and the screams of horror stopped. Ravenna's power could be felt from where [Y/N] was standing still, unfazed and with no guilt. Why would she be guilty? Ravenna was strong once again. The Queen, her Queen, felt in control once again.

[Y/N] notices the gentleness of Ravenna's breathing. When she turns to finally, finally, look at [Y/N], her gaze was fiercer. More confident. Beautiful, like always. [Y/N] fights the urge to run into her arms and confess just how much she had been waiting for this day. She fought it, of course. So, instead of screaming the love in her chest, [Y/N] says, "Is there anything else I could be of help with, my Queen?"

Ravenna raises a playful eyebrow, "Was this your doing?" She looks around the room. The youthful girls seemed like they'd gone through death. Old.

"I only did what I was told to do. To please you, that is."

"You always had a cheeky answer for everything, yet never a direct one." Ravenna muses. [Y/N] takes a deep breath at this comment, never really knowing if she were to say anything. If she should say anything at all. But the Queen had taken a step closer to her, there was a significant distance, however. "Pleasing me won't mean I'll be pleased. Nor will it mean I'll be fucking you all night as a reward. You think every hard work deserves reward."

It should hurt more. But [Y/N] was too focused on gawking over Ravenna's eyes to even formulate a quick response. Ravenna was too breathtaking. "I do not, Your Majesty. To please you is only doing my job. A life of serving a Queen like you is more than a reward."

"Cheeky, like I said." She softly chuckles. Not one of those who make your heart go warm, but one of those who make your heart go insanely wild. Ask [Y/N].

When silence started overtaking the whole atmosphere, and only the sickly wailing of what was once were young girls could be heard, [Y/N] decides to take a step closer. Only a step closer. Any more would mean disrespect.

"You have been greatly missed, my Queen." She should elaborate. Make it seem more impersonal. "By the Kingdom, of course."

The Queen crosses her arm, "Hmm, is that it? Are you certain they haven't been celebrating these past few weeks, thinking I'll be long gone?" It had been the truth. How it had slipped past her chambers, [Y/N] had no idea. Perhaps the mirror. It was always the mirror who distressed Ravenna, breaking her down into nothing. She'd claim it was a motivation to be more stronger, more beautiful. As if the figure in front of [Y/N] wasn't a masterpiece already.

"I've taken care of them."

"This has always been your problem. You care too much."

"Pardon me, Your Majesty. I'm only looking out for you." And your delicate feelings. Ravenna will never let it show, most especially to [Y/N], but Ravenna was as delicate as a glass. Only, she shatters where no one will see.

"You gawk too much, too." Ravenna frivolously smirks, and [Y/N] looks away.

Ravenna waited patiently for the cheeky come back this time, baiting [Y/N]. And of course she was baited. Who wouldn't be? "I apologize, it's been a while since I have seen you, Ravenna." She hadn't meant to address her without her title. Ravenna had strictly implemented that first-name basis was only behind her chamber's doors. And even then, it remained a privilege.

[Y/N] waited for another slap. This time, only the playful scoff came out. "No. You've always been gawking too much. I've been wondering why for a long time. You look at me like you wanted to decipher every inch of my face." Ravenna takes another step, and [Y/N] was sure they were only 4 feet apart. 4 more steps and she'd be closer. 4 more steps and she'd be face to face with the woman she is head over heels for. Just 4 more steps, and [Y/N] will crumble down to the floor at the sight of Ravenna so close.

She tries to keep her voice steady, "Maybe I do." The small change in Ravenna's manner made [Y/N] falter, but dauntlessness settled stubbornly in her chest. There was no way out, now. She had spoken with less fear. She'll be sticking with that.

"What?"

It took a hell of a lot of courage, but Ravenna was looking confused, as though she was now the one deciphering the woman before her. 

"You're beautiful, my Queen. Your beauty transcends and is beyond heaven and earth. And why, I want to know. I want to know just how every expression seems to be a product of wonder. Not one single flaw is visible for every second I spend staring at you. That's not-- am I not valid for wanting to adore my Queen?"

Silence. Too much silence. Even the 17 girls around them fell quiet at this. Had it sounded like a confession? [Y/N] doesn't know. Doesn't want to know. Because she fears if the answer was yes, this would be the end of it all. Of being with Ravenna. Of being in her presence. She can't let that happen. She'd rather die.

Ravenna was looking at her so intensely. Her eyes bore right into her soul, searching for something. What was it? [Y/N] can't pinpoint, and she was starting to breathe rather heavily at this whole ordeal. Her heart felt like it was closing in. Ravenna was going to be her undoing. Her death. And her resurrection. With only that look, surviving already seems impossible.

One more second of this and [Y/N] will die.

Sensing it, Ravenna's lips curled into the side. "Cheeky."

Was that going to be all? [Y/N] pauses, she can't seem to think of anything clearly. She can't think. But her mouth agape, and words came out before it could click into her mind. "I apologize." Her voice sounded just as frail as those of the girls who Ravenna took youth from. Just as weak. Just as helpless. Heavens, was [Y/N] helpless.

"Do not."

[Y/N] slowly nods her head. Oxygen was starting to come back into her lungs, thankfully. Ravenna had stopped her intentions of stepping even closer, too. And in a way, [Y/N] was grateful even though she had wished for the opposite a while ago.

If that eyes of Ravenna's had gravely affected her, imagine what could happen to [Y/N] if lines were crossed as of this moment.

Gosh, she felt weak.

Ravenna looks at a distance, far away from where [Y/N] stood and into one of the girls. "What would you do if I let you go?" she spoke with so much neutrality it took a long time for [Y/N] to take it in.

What did she just say? "What?"

"You care too much. And you're saying things like these. I wouldn't complain much had I been decades younger. There would've been a time I'd let those words be the only thing to run around in my head." Ravenna shakes her head, in dismay of herself. She paces across a small, invisible line. Her thoughts rummaged back to the past when she was naive, still. A fool. "It did not end well."

[Y/N] could sense herself shattering any second now. "Ravenna..." She needed to take it back. The Queen needed to take that absurd question back. Why was she even entertaining it in the first place? Has it been in her mind for a long time? Has she already decided? With every second passing by, [Y/N]'s heart pounded harder and harder against her chest. It was aching too much. Far too much.

"Even that, you think you can just say with no ease. You think I'd gone soft, haven't you? That I have gotten a soft spot for you. I do not. In return for this foolishness, I'm letting you go." Foolishness, she had called it. But it was different. Couldn't she see it? 

[Y/N] felt desperate.

"But I--"

"You love me. I'm not an imbecile. I know the look of love when I see one. You reek of it."

Her heart stopped. The world stopped. Her ears rang annoyingly. Her hands trembled. Her legs felt like wobbling, and she questions whether she could stand still for the entirety of this.

"Would it be so wrong? I am not asking for anything back." Her voice wavered and shook. Weak. Fragile. Frail. All the fucking synonyms of a fool in love.

Ravenna tuts. The expression on her face made it seem like she found all this astounding. Like what [Y/N] felt for the woman was shallow. It wasn't. It goes deeper than that. "The feeling is wrong itself, already. Of all people, you should have known that. Perhaps it was my mistake to trust myself with you. Yes. But I am fixing that by letting you go. Run off to whatever Kingdom you please, I will not care." She turned around, facing the girls. She'd admit the amazement that prickled her skin the moment she sat eyes in the room. 17 girls, [Y/N] had captured solely for her. Not even her brother could pull that off. With a push, maybe. But [Y/N] hadn't asked for any push. [Y/N] hadn't been asked to do anything, at all.

But still. Ravenna is stubborn. And this was going to just bite her ass in no time if she lets this go for far too long-- if it hasn't been long already. 

She had noticed it a week before Snow White escaped. Ravenna never paid much attention to [Y/N] until she had sparred with her brother. It was all just sex, like she swore to herself. And it wasn't like [Y/N] was the only one she was fucking. There were plenty of them. But the moment her brother thumped hard on the ground, [Y/N] on top of him as she pressed the back of her knife onto a vital part of his neck, only Ravenna really noticed the looks. She'd sit on her throne in silence, and [Y/N] would stare like she was one to worship. She'd pretend to sleep after a night with her, and she could feel eyes raking her every part. Ravenna was no fool. She has known [Y/N] for quite some time. She had contemplated confronting [Y/N] about it early on, but Snow White escaped. And she had to deal with that first. Now was the time. Before the war. She needed to focus on that.

Not on [Y/N] eyes.

"You can't do this. Please." [Y/N] pleaded pathetically. Ravenna could only scoff. "I will stop myself. I will put a distance between us. I'll ensure you'll never have to deal with this. Just don't let me go."

Ravenna shrugs her shoulders, never meeting her eyes again. She focused on the once redhead, now looking atrocious. "Cute. But I already have too much to deal with. You're one less problem, darling. I expect you to be gone by daylight. If not, you know the drill."

She knows the drill. Has known for a long time. So before [Y/N] could begin her desperate pleas, Ravenna has swiftly left the room, taking advantage of her newfound strength. She missed feeling this powerful.  She missed this control. She just needs to defeat Snow White, now. And she'll be back sitting in silence on her throne. Her Kingdom will never have to doubt her again.

What Ravenna hadn't expected the day after she had confronted [Y/N], however, was her body. Her hands and legs tied tightly with a black rope. A piece of clothing wrapped around her mouth. Lifeless.

Everyone knew of the Huntsman. The man who betrayed Ravenna and chose to side with Snow. He was the best, at least to her useless brother. He had one careless and insulting mouth, haunting no respect to her as his Queen. She should've known that although Snow White was merciful, he wasn't as much.

Ravenna knew of the Huntsman, but she'd never anticipated being greeted early in the morning at her Palace-- [Y/N]'s body tossed into the center of her throne room like she never was once a person. Never once hers.

Anger and desire overtook Ravenna for most of the war. Not [Y/N]. Not the fact that the person who's ever looked at her with the greatest adoration and affection known to mankind was dead and gone. She can't focus on that. Not yet. The Huntsman had been smug all throughout. A look that says, "Got ya on that one, didn't I?" was displayed on his face.

Freya, who had gone to defend her sister, had taken the job to decapitate that face. He may have been her child, but betrayal stung more than any affection Freya had for him.

And so, they won the war. Ravenna won the war.

So why does she not feel victorious? She was an immortal, now.

"Ravenna, could you not consider it for one second?" Freya said, her attention shifted from the chess board to her sister. This was her last day in the Kingdom, and Ravenna's defences had gone astray-- she'd allow herself just this time to tell her sister about everything. How she let [Y/N] go, and how Snow White's men had captured her. How she fought to death for Ravenna. For her fucking name.

"I don't love, Freya. Not like that." Her lips thinned, and the tearing apart of her own heart was so vast she had thought perhaps she could die. Which was silly because she's never going to die. That fact provided little comfort. "I did not love [Y/N]."

"You said it yourself. You felt numb the moment the guards took her body to you." Freya justifies, and Ravenna finds herself entertaining the idea momentarily. "I've found love doesn't necessarily weaken someone. Not if you know how to control it. And you, of all people I know, have the greatest control. You shouldn't feel terrified of love."

Ravenna chuckles bitterly, "You sound like a little child again." It wasn't a snark, nor was it an insult, the expression on Ravenna's face wasn't so readable as she crossed her arms and leaned against her chair. Lost in her thoughts.

"And you sound broken, Ravenna." 

"I let her go, told her I never cared. I let her go and now she's--" She cut herself off, recalling the eyes of what once screamed of love lay dull and lifeless. Seeing [Y/N] like that had cut deeper than she would've thought. She had been wrong. She had made a mistake. A grave one. And it cost her this. Ravenna bit her lip, her voice shook when she finally said, "I think I may have loved her, Freya."

"Ravenna," Her sister frowns, standing up to console the Evil Queen. "I am so sorry."

"I think I loved her, too."

#queen ravenna #reader #queen ravenna x reader #charlize theron #charlize theron x reader #wlw #fanfic #snow white #angst #hurt no comfort

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Epilogue

I know we've already said our farewells but after todays BangtanB Admin 2 talked me into writing another tiny post because vmin. Truly as much as we weren't ready for the OT4 live, we hadn't been ready to get this BB so quickly, to see and hear them say goodbye to each other, or for Tae to quite literally apologise to Jimin for not being able to see him off the next day while Jimin told him he had nothing to be sorry for since he was going first.

Seeing these two say goodbye to each other, it broke my heart on so many levels. Vmin being vmin aside, they are chingu and so incredibly close with each other, mean so much to each other, and yet because of damn enlistment they got separated. I'm glad though that Namjoon has Tae close to him, just like Namjoon said to Tae himself, and that they'll be able to see each other occasionally and perhaps have meals together, though they aren't training together. And before someone asks why Tae and Namjoon didn't use the buddy system like Jimin and JK did and tries to spin some annoying story in our messages, it's because Namjoon is too old for it.

Another tiny tangent I'd like to go on before I continue is that I implore all of you, and especially shippers of one particular ship, to stop romanticising the enlistment experience and all it entails. Enlistment isn't a fun little trip or vacation, it's an unjust gruelling and extremely hard time for all enlisted men. One of the translators for the English edition of the BTS book was asked by ARMY to translate Namjoon's letter on weverse but he declined to do so and gave a very nuanced and important explanation as to why. Please go and read it here. And before anyone comes (again) into our messages and claims I would speak differently if vmin went together, no I would not. This moment in their lives, the enlistment period, it fucking sucks. Plain and simple. We've seen what can happen with idols during enlistment, just look at Taemin's experience, so really, there is nothing nice and fun and chill about it. Or remember the incident with Seokjin and the nurse, hell knows what could've happened. It's hard and awful and it's unfair that after all that they have done, the members were put into a position where they knew there was no way they could not go, even if they would've been given an exemption because that's the kind of pressure they're under. We've seen how uncomfortable his shaved head made Jimin, how sad and devastated Jimin and JK looked in their final lives and in this BB. So set aside your delulu glasses and look at reality, especially as foreigners. We know nothing so let's not act like we know anything.

Anyway, seeing JK approach Namjoon, pet his head and then Namjoon turn around, his eyes turning all soft and fond as he realised it's JK and then enveloped him in a tight hug...and to think that's the hyung because of which JK even joined BH in the first place. My heart. And Namjoon, too, was sad that he wouldn't be able to see JK off the next day either.

It was sad that we couldn't see Hobi, Seokjin, and Yoongi but we knew that would be the case from past experience. But it was nice to see JK sitting in the car talking and being obviously sad and then Hobi's hand appeared to pat his head to comfort him and JK closed his eyes to enjoy the moment and calm his emotions. Truly the bond the hyungs and maknaes have is beautiful.

But with that the Tannies are all gone now and it'll be six months on the dot until Seokjin will be released and come back to us for FESTA 2024. But the members repeatedly said they've prepared lots of exciting things for us so we can look forward to that.

And with this, we say farewell and we hope to see you again healthy and happy and doing well.

As for our blog, with Admin 2's plans for a BL break, we've started watching Love in the Air since it's a very popular BL. Once we'll finish it, we'll let you know what we think of it.

#bts #taehyung #jimin #vmin #namjoon #jungkook #hoseok #yoongi

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Wedding Dress - Modern AU! | Chapter 8

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Paring: Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader x Aemond Targaryen.

Summary: You have always seemed happy. A perfect life: a good job, a good family… and a good boyfriend. Finally, you are going to marry Jace after three years of dating. Everything seems perfect, but you know it's not.

Everything falters the same night you meet Aemond Targaryen. You are no longer sure of your decisions… let alone about the wedding…

Tags: Alternate Universe – Modern/ Setting Enemies to Friends to Lovers/ Emotional Hurt/ComfortDrama & Romance/ Eventual Smut.

Author´s note: Hi everyone! English is not my first language, sorry for any mistake! All of them are my fault! Pls, enjoy! Feedback, shares and comments are always welcome!

Next chapter is going to be the last one. So Brace yourself, the end is coming :P

Warnings: 18+ smut below the cut.

Word Count: 3.6K

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Aemond opened the hood of the car and got ready to check the engine. Everything seemed to be in order. Well, who was he kidding? That Lamborghini was just perfect. It hadn't suffered one bit because he'd hit the gas hard to get there as soon as possible, nor because he'd hit 200 kilometers per hour to make you happy… No, he just needed a moment to himself before coming back to you. He breathed hard in front of the engine. Everything was in order in that mechanism. He raised his head to see you sitting on the sand on the beach, calm and looking at the horizon. Everything was in order inside the engine, was everything fine also in his head? No, It wasn't. He would have kissed you, as he parked the car. He would have kissed you and never let you go, but would you have let yourself? She sighed again as he shut down the engine. Something had awakened in him when he stepped on the accelerator on that distant highway, shifting into sixth gear, with you laughing at him beside him. He needed you. It was no longer a question of taking what Jace had, it was a question… of being happy.

You were still sitting, with your gaze lost on the horizon, lost among the sound of the waves of the sea. What had happened between you and Jace kept revolving in your mind. He had never been angry like this. Never. You closed your eyes. If only you were one of those waves that crashed against the shore that afternoon. If only you could sway the same... you breathed in and opening your eyes. You saw Aemond now sitting next to you. He played with the sand next to you, picking it up and then letting it go slowly, watching how the wind carried it away. He looked at you. His violet eye sparkled every time he looked at you.

"How about the car?" You sighed, looking straight ahead. "Was the water okay?" you wanted to talk about inconsequential things. You needed it.

"Yes, it was okay" he smiled "We're going to fill the car with sand" but he didn't stop playing with its. You noticed that he wasn't looking at the water, or the waves, or the horizon. His gaze was only fixed on you. You looked at him and smiled, cocking your head.

"Maybe then your brother will clean the car" you laughed and Aemond laughed with you. He laughed showing his teeth, getting carried away by such a bad joke. Just as he finished, he brought his face closer to you. Slowly. Closing his eye. Still with that perfect smile on his lips. He moved his hand quickly to cup your face.He didn't want to scare you, but he knew what he wanted. He wanted the same thing as you, and yet you turned your face away from him despite his grip, when you felt his lips brushing against yours. You felt something hit your stomach when you saw the disappointment painted on his face for having denied him what he wanted. And he did look ahead at last, releasing his grip on your face. The waves roaring in the background.

“I'll clean your car when we get back. I'd rather not hear him complain later,” he sighed, lighting a cigarette in one swift motion. He needed to smoke to escape the frustration he felt because you had denied his kiss. You were alone on that beach. Just the sound of the swell and then the click of his Zippo being turned on.

“When did you start smoking?” you asked, wanting to change the subject, as if that would help ease the tension of the moment. But he just looked at you smugly and blew out his cigarette again slowly. He gave a small, superior laugh.

“At seventeen” he answered tersely “After… stopping taking the shit that the psychiatrist sent me” he confessed to you. He saw how your face crumpled and Aemond just laughed. He looked ahead with a smile, as if he had said too much. He didn't regret it. He didn't think he had ever opened up like that to anyone since he stopped going to the psychologist and psychiatrist. "I'd rather smoke to appease anxiety than take another one of those pills again" he spoke again. Yes, he had been in therapy ever since he lost his eye. His parents thought that it would help him. That only made him hate the others even more. He couldn't stand his compassionate looks, nor that they looked at him like he was still crazy for taking medication, pills to bear being able to look at himself in the mirror... You didn't answer, you just bit your lip looking forward again. Your serious face

"Aemond..." you just sighed, wanting to speak again, but he only caressed your face again with more conviction. That time without a smile, just staring at you in every part of your face trying to memorize it. The cigarette in his other hand.

"I'll tell our children that it was here where we kissed for the first time" he told you and you just laughed sweetly, as if what he just said was crazy.

"Really, if you want to tell them when our first kiss was, you would have to tell them about the bathroom in that terrible bar" you commented, still with your eyes fixed on him, not believing that you were saying that.

He chuckled softly to himself. The sound of the waves in the background. Even, if you close your eyes you can remember it as one of the best moments of your life. "I'd rather decorate it a bit" he laughed and that time he did close his eyes again, just like you. Your lips just met. It was a brief contact, more typical of a love that begins than what you both felt, but it had to be like that. The moment dictated it. You opened your eyes to find him still stroking your cheek, but this time his thumb slid across your lower lip and caressed it slowly. You still felt your lips tingle at his touch.

"Aemond..." you sighed, coming back to reality and ready to wake him from his fantasy... when he spoke.

"Don't tell me you're going to marry him. It's not what you want, nor what you need” he sighed, turning his gaze to the front. Another drag on his cigarette. He realized in that moment of pleading that he had fallen in love with you. He finished his cigarette and stubbed it out on the sand.

"It's a shame we didn't bring a bathing suit" you sighed, trying again to change the conversation and then you saw how Aemond took off his shirt. He unbuttoned it slowly and with conviction after getting up next to you. You raised an eyebrow, questioningly.

“Let's go into the water. There is no one. We're alone. And... we are not going to see anything that we have not seen before ” he smiled at you, raising one of the corners of his lips. He got completely naked while you still sat. You, not daring to look at him, were completely blushing "Are you scared to see my cock now? There was a night that you begged for its” he laughed cheekily. You got up taking off your dress and starting to undo the spade, with your back to him

“I was drunk,” you mumbled, frustrated that you couldn't get the bra hook off.

"Liar" he commented approaching you and unhooking the bra without problems. He kissed you on your shoulder slowly at the end and you felt tremendous pleasure from just one kiss on your bare shoulder. You let him circle you from behind. His hands gripping your hips, holding them, coveting them. You two kissed again... and this time it was not a chaste kiss. Your hands were lost in his hair while one of his hands grabbed one of your breasts and the other traveled under the fabric of your panties. You felt a surge of pleasure as Aemond's fingers reached for the prize. You felt his cock against your buttocks, now hard. The drops of precum against your lower back. His lips conquered you hungry, seductive, selfish. When he finished kissing you, a smile appeared on his lips. "Are you drunk now too?" he teased yourself.

"Idiot," you chided him with a smile, poking him gently in the ribs, breaking his grip. You laughed when you felt him trying to catch you again and you ran towards the water. He ran after you, although he knew that he could catch you, but he preferred to continue playing with you. Upon reaching the shore, he caught you from behind and kissed you again. That time he bit your lower lip at the end of the kiss and he caught you dragging you into the water while you laughed. "Aemond" you yelled as you felt how you two entered the water. You shouted it happily, feeling a happiness you hadn't experienced in your entire life. A wave crashed against your bodies and you laughed at the same time that you heard him laugh too. You both fell into the water, and he kissed you again. You hugged him just like you had hugged in the bathroom of that bar. You needed it. You needed to be with him.

He caressed your face with the back of his hand. "Don't marry him" he asked you again. If he had ever fallen in love, it was this one. If he had ever lost his mind it was because of you. You smiled and kissed him again. Your tongues met without rest. You didn't need to answer. He already knew that you had made your decision. His hands grabbed your buttocks, pulling you closer to him, rubbing against you. It felt like heaven, your whole crotch drenching his cock, preparing it for the big prize… Your giggles gave way to moans… until you lifted your ass up, denying him what he wanted, beneath you. He smirked, that damn smirk, and you sat on his stomach. He head back grunting and smiling, as if he didn't expect that.

"Today am I going to be the one who has to beg?" He smirked, his hands still gripping your hips. You laughed rolling your eyes in an amused grimace. Still laughing.

"You're not being fair, you know?" You smiled at him, taking one of his hands and intertwining your fingers with it. His smile faltered for a moment, as if you were going to back down. Instead you brought your lips to his ear. He thought he died when he felt your breath against his ear. He had to regain control, and yet he couldn't. "I'm here all naked, and you... still with clothes on" you laughed sensually, returning to your position on his stomach.

"Hmm?" He looked at you confused and you pointed to your eye with a smile, referring to his eye patch. A soft laugh escaped from his lips. No, he wasn't going to remove the patch. That would require a level of intimacy that he didn't know if he was ready for or if you were ready for it. “And there it goes to be. I like to cheat ”he confessed with a shrug, and you laughed at his occurrence. He wasn't going to let you get away. Not now. You would reach that point of complicity, I was sure, but not at that moment. He turned his body with yours on the sand, now you were under him, and he felt more confident. He was going to regain control of the situation. Your legs wraped on to his hips in the process. In a movement of your hips, you brought your slippery center closer to his cock in search of relief "What a so anxious princess..."

"You do not like?" You responded, continiunig your movements. You saw how a slight grunt of satisfaction left his lips.

"Quite" he replied, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, down your collarbones "But, I'm the one in control here" he whispered in a leering tone, his violet eye fixed on you "And I have the right to do what I want." he groarned "I take… ”He began by saying“ What I want ”he chuckled, as you felt how his hand now caressed your clitoris without rest. "What I need" he put two fingers inside you and pumped hard. You saw the fascination on his face as you melted under his touch, had you ever felt anything like this? The answer was obvious. You grabbed his wrist like you couldn't take it anymore. You thought you were going to explode, a sensation never experienced before ran through your entire body.

"Aemond, I'm going to die" you moaned, desperate to stop the pumping of his fingers inside you, the touch of his thumb on your clit... your nails digging into the skin of his wrist, but he didn't give in, if anything he was finding it fascinating in that moment.

"No, you're going to cum, you're going to cum for me," he replied forcefully. Her fingers found that fluffy spot inside you and gently caressed it to continue with a frantic pace. He looked at you undone under him, and he felt powerful, proud, arrogant, that's how it had to be, and he loved it… What the hell had Jace done to you in all those years if you were like this for something so simple? “Cum for me,” he whispered with authority and desire…and you did, exploding hard into his fingers, drenching his entire hand, breathing hard. You looked at him as he laughed with that sneer that actually drove you crazy. “Have you really been cummed over something so simple? No wonder you begged for my dick the first time."

You didn't answer, you just kissed him hungrily as he pounced on you again. He entered inside you without any problem, with ease, your cunt embraced him. Warm and tight. The sensation overwhelmed him and he could only close his eye and breathe hard, jaw slack...he had waited so long to achieve this, now he began to doubt if it was real...but it was. He knew it when you grabbed onto his shoulders from under him. she looked at you again. He didn't want to miss any detail. He wanted to say something arrogant, but he couldn't. His hair fell against his breasts in a silver curtain as he continued to ram into you hard. He realized that he couldn't think straight. He just wanted this. He needed it. He coveted it. His buttocks contracted rapidly as he entered and he left you without rest. He was not in control. He was losing it, and he didn't care. He watched as one of your hands traveled to the now swollen with pleasure bud between your legs. Aemond stopped you violently, grabbing your hand. "Mine," he moaned through his teeth, returning his hand to your clit. It was his. It was no longer yours. Only his. "Mine" he growled again, daring you to try again. You smiled to see him so whimsical with your body. But you didn't care, because he knew you adored it. Then you came, you felt your pussy walls squeezing his cock anxiously, you screamed and nailed his back, you bit his shoulder... feeling how your body claimed him with an indescribable warm and wet sensation. Aemond gave one more strong, final thrust... and he cummed... inside you, he felt his cock contract with force... filling you with his seed... for a moment the thought of getting you pregnant excited him... you hadn't used protection... he felt powerful over you and let himself roll on the sand next to you , you hugged him with a smile while the waves covered you... he had returned to reality... but this time it was different. He was sure you weren't going to marry Jace.

Your head was still resting on his shoulder. You were already dressed, though Aemond thought he did not know why you had done it. Total your clothes were full of sand. He took another drag on his cigarette. How many did he smoke a day? He thought about it in silence. One always thinks stupid things after fucking. He felt how your nails caressed his arm gently. He wondered what you were thinking. You two hadn't talked since you finished. You both just remained in comfortable silence, watching the sunset.

"Promise me that you won't leave, that after this you won't leave, that this has meant... something to you" you asked without looking at him. You needed me to confirm it to you, to hear it from his lips. He looked at you with an amused grimace, you hadn't seen him smile so much since you met.

"I guess I'm the one who has to ask that of you, right?" he teased him, remembering all the indecision you'd had up to that point. You tapped his shoulder gently and you shook your head in amusement. He faked a painful grimace and caressed his face. "I promise." No, he wasn't going to let you go. He couldn't, nor did he want to. At that moment he felt that he could be a better man thanks to you. You kissed sweetly again. The sound of the waves in the background. That hypnotic sound.

You returned with Aemond to the house and saw that no one had returned yet, despite the fact that it was late. Getting out of the car, you intertwined your fingers with his. You had made a decision. You were going to drop everything for him. You didn't care about anyone. You didn't care about anyone after what had happened, not your grandmother, not Jace, not his family…nobody. He smiled at you again and leaned you against the front door. You both kissed passionately, a clash of tongues and lips worthy of an adult movie. You couldn't keep your hands off him, and he couldn't keep them off you. At the end of that kiss He began to kiss your neck, until you felt how he lightly pressed his teeth against the sensitive skin and you laughed hard, like you had never laughed before. Aemond was like a drug to you, and from what you could see, so were you to him. You entered the house and in the darkness of the hall was Aegon. Seeing you, he smiled wickedly. He was clearly drunk.

"Damn, Aemond, you're a bastard" he laughed cheekily approaching the two of you "Have you really fucked her? As you said in the meeting…” he laughed again.

"Aegon, shut the fuck up," Aemond replied as his hold loosened around you.

"What meeting?" you asked confused. Aemond did not look at you. He didn't dare. He just released you and went after Aegon. He grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.

"Shut the fuck up," he hissed at him and Aegon laughed maniacally.

“(Y / N), at the last meeting he talked about how needy you are for affection and he offered to fuck you, in front of your boyfriend” he laughed. And Aemond punched him giving him a black eye, and… your world fell apart in that moment…

“Princess…” Aemond tried to hug you again, but you pushed him away. Had he…had he done all this to annoy Jace? Were you a fucking toy to him? Nothing had meant shit to him, that's why he'd taken you to the beach, to the museum… that's why he'd tried to be your friend. Just to annoy Jace. Aegon had confirmed it, that's why everyone was so tense there... because everyone knew something you didn't...

“Don't touch me, Aemond. Don't even dare” you told him with cold eyes, going to Jace's room, running. Aemond watched as you left. And he walked over to Aegon lying on the ground. He was writhing in pain, but only one thing crossed Aemond's mind. He kicked his older brother in the ribs. Anger coursed through him. What had he done with you? It is true, that at first that had been his intention, but not now. And then, as he watched Aegon writhe on the ground, he ran a nervous hand through his hair in despair, ready to explode. He looked in all directions trying to process what had happened. Alys's words reappeared in his head: 'You are not capable of any kind of love'.

Jace finally returned to his brothers, carrying Joff with Luke, on their shoulders. He was drunk again. They put him on the couch and Jace went up to his room. He needed to talk to you…he needed to apologize…he needed to think. That was it, that's why he was gone. However, now he had come back to you, and he needed your forgiveness... he entered the room in silence and saw you against the bed, crying. He blamed it on what had happened between you, what else could it be?

"Hey" he whispered to you sitting on the bed and caressing your back while you broke down in sobs. Then you looked at him and your gaze seemed to light up, in his opinion. That was love for him. That Look was all Jace needed. You hugged him tightly and kept crying “I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. He was stressed and…”

"No. you were right. You were right about everything ”you cried again in his embrace, and you remained silent for a long time until you fell asleep in his arms. For Jace, things were back to normal. For you everything had changed again, but now you knew that Jace was right. Aemond was an asshole.

#aemond x y/n #aemond modern au #aemond x fem!reade #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen modern au #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x fem!reader #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen x y/n #aemond targaryen x you

[cherrynwinesk]

HII HRU :33 I saw your little Quackity oneshot and LOVED how you narrated it, I wanted to ask if you could write one about a male!s/o (or fem, if you want) x Quackity, male!s/o It's a singer and sings "Once more to see you - Mitski", dedicating indirectly it to Quackity who is watching him among the people with VIP tickets and his fans notice :'3, thx very much!!

🍒: Hii! I'm fine, what about u? Your request has been very cute!

Lights off ~ Quackity

pt.2 here

Story g: sfw/soft

Language: English/Inglés

⚠️: None (?)

CC's: Quackity

Reader g: Male reader

📝: All the content is fictitious and an attempt is made to adapt the PUBLIC personality of the cc's, that is, the personality that is shown in front of cameras, I do not know the true personality and any resemblance to reality is mere coincidence.

🍒: Hello, writing requests are always open, if you want something in particular, ask without fear. I clarify that English is not my main language, I apologize for any error and accept corrections to improve the quality of the content

Master List

The VIP ticket had arrived at Quackity's email, his cell phone vibrated showing the email notification and he immediately opened it, it had taken a while to arrive by the way.

A few weeks ago you had released dates for a tour of the country through Twitter, being part of a small band but with loyal fans, the tickets were sold out.

"The tickets sold out very quickly, I did not get a ticket for your presentation in Los Angeles"

"I'll send you a ticket, leave it to me, I got you"

Quackity and you had been friends for a short time, almost less than two years maybe, you were introduced by Glaive, he being a mutual friend.

The concert in Los Angeles was the last of the tour, appearing in a small auditorium. The team arrived early to prepare the stage, connect cables here and there, countless sound checks and check that everything was in order. Your phone vibrated with a message, it was Quackity

"I will arrive a little bit late"

"A guard will be waiting for you outside'"

The show hadn't started yet and this guy was running late, typical of him, and it wasn't a bother, you knew he was a busy man and you were so grateful that he canceled some plans to come see you sing.

At 8 pm, the auditorium opened its doors giving way to the fans, half an hour later, the concert began. Playing some recent songs and some old ones, interacting with the public.

You felt nervous, but not exactly because of the show, the audience or the fact of making a mistake when singing and playing the guitar at the same time, you had already gone through all this in several cities, it was something normal for you. What made you uncomfortable was that the person who made your stomach tickle was not yet in the VIP area.

As your songs were being played, the nerves to see him again and the fear that he had something else to do combined, you didn't even know which of the two situations made you more nervous.

You had exchanged messages with Quackity many times, he always sent the first message, complimenting your music every time you updated Spotify with a new song, you even got to see him talk about your songs on some of his streams, recommending you.

At no time did you realize that you were feeling those typical butterflies in your stomach every time you saw a message from him, not constant, but the blood rose to your head when you looked at his notifications.

You never really realized it, until one day you caught yourself thinking about Quackity while writing a new song.

You stopped the show to drink some water and clear your throat when the audience started to scream again, you could see the security guard coming down the hall and behind him, a head with a black hat. Your heart started pounding and your stomach warmed.

"Guys, Quackity is here"

You spoke into the microphone, trying to hide your nerves and let him know that you were happy to see him arrive, he reached his place in the VIP area and from there he greeted you with his big smile and a wave of his hand.

You felt your cheeks burn, and the immense need to smile without control, but you had to continue with the concert. A couple more songs, cheering the crowd up with a few jokes, nearing the end of the show, the last song that would be played was the song you caught yourself thinking about Quackity on. A cover more than anything, and that you decided to add only for the presentation of Los Angeles

"For this song I need the lights off"

"Once more to see you" by Mitski had crossed your mind so many times when you knew that Quackity would be present, you had a long time without seeing him face to face.

"But with everyone watching us, our every move

We do have reputations

We keep it secret

Won't let them have it"

Present in front of so many people, feeling like you were naked in front of everyone cause of what you were doing, singing to him like there was something between you.

Did you even know what his current sexuality was, did Quackity like men? Would you have a chance? Wasn't this very selfish of you? Thinking only of your feelings, not knowing what Quackity thinks of you. Would Quackity be able to tarnish his reputation?

"Then I wouldn't have to scream your name

Atop of every roof in the city of my heart

If I could see you

Once more to see you"

Looking in his direction, Quackity was just looking at you, not moving from his place, attentive to you, as if he could sense that this is directed at him.

Quackity was only thinking about how beautiful you sang, admiring the tone of your voice, paying attention to the lyrics of the song and deciphering the reason why you only presented this cover today.

You finished the show, the audience was starting to leave, and you walked up to Quackity to say hello, hugging each other for the long time they hadn't seen each other.

"The concert was very nice"

Over the next few days, fan-taken videos circulated all over Twitter, especially the one of your performance of "Once more to see you."

'he sang it for Quackity' 'he was looking at Quackity while he sang' 'y/n is in love with Quackity' 'Quackity didn't take his nap to go see y/n'

Thousands of similar comments circulated along with the videos, initially scaring you for being so obvious and making someone uncomfortable with your impulses, but then you just thought Quackity would take this as a fan joke. You didn't talk about it, you just left it as a joke and that was it.

At night you got a text, it was Quackity again;

"I just want to know if everything that is circulating on the internet is true..."

#quackity #qsmp quackity #quackity smp #qsmp #dsmp quackity #quackity fluff #quackity x you #quackity x y/n #quackity x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcytblr #mcyt #male reader #male #gn reader #Quackity soft #sfw blog #sfw littlespace #sfw interaction only #sfw little community #english

[astroninaaa]

Hello! Non-ptbr speaker here. I’ve only seen Cellbit through QSMP and I hadn’t really understood the gravity of the situation until early this year when Cellbit released a statement talking about everything about the situation. 

But that’s beside the point. I wanted to clarify a point of contention that I've seen around Twitter about this. 

So this is in regards to Br accounts who claimed that either:

(1) Cellbit is only pursuing those who have tweeted maliciously against him after January 10 (the date when the PDF (which I assume is the response document to the incident 7 years ago) was published);

(2) Or that it is unfair for Cellbit to pursue the case before he published the mentioned PDF. (As there are apparently tweets from before January 10 included in the released links.)

I know very little of the law, if not nothing about the Br Law.

But I had initially assumed that regardless of whether Br accounts tweeted before or after January 10th, it wouldn’t really matter as a felony (as you mentioned, is likely the crime of calúnia) has been committed. So whether or not there was proof or not of the crime they accused Cellbit of committing, they still damaged Cellbit's wellbeing and reputation.

But I could be wrong especially because I can’t read ptbr and I'm relying on the Google translate function in twitter. So I'm trying to grasp the situation better especially within the realms of the Brazillian judicial system.

tldr: Are tweets made after January 10 weigh heavier than those before? Are the tweets before January 10 dismissible for the case of calúnia? Does the date of the tweets matter at all?

(If you've already answered this, I'm sorry for having repeated the question. I'm also not an English-speaker so I apologize if this is a little confusing in structure.)

hi anon!!! you bring a really really really good point here!!!

as you said yourself, since calúnia is a matter of accusing someone of a crime they didn't commit, no, the date of the tweets technically don't matter at all. even tho he hadn't released his statement and his proof against the accusations yet, there was still never any proof that he DID commit the crimes - there wasnt an official investigation, there wasn't a judicial action by his ex against him, and there wasn't even proof released "extra-officially" (like, not by a court/investigation but by the supposed victim herself) that could support any of those claims.

therefore, regardless of if the tweets were made before or after he released his statement (and a lot of them were), there were made without any proof.

however, here's the thing: i think the people who posted the tweets before his statement was released are the ones who have a stronger line of defense. he had never denied anything, he had actually implied some of the accusations (not all) were true before. ive been following this guy since i was 10 and i genuinely believed some of the accusations to be true because he straight up agreed that he had made mistakes and had to go to therapy to better himself.

it makes sense for at least some of these people to claim they had no way of knowing or that he complied with the accusations, and i think, depending on the judge, this might be a strong enough defense to get them to have a lower condemnation or to not be convicted whatsoever, specially since, as has been mentioned before, a lot of these people are kids.

i don't think everyone will escape from it because, at the end of the day, there was LOTS of nasty stuff being said and some of it didn't even come from his ex - when did she call him a pedophile? still, some of the tweets mentioned on the lawsuit call him that.

i can't give you a completely certain answer because at the end of the day i'm just a law student and it's a fairly new sort of action, so there's no way of knowing how it will be taken by the judge, but i do think he'll get some good money out of it, i just think he might not be able to get ALL the money out of it, you know?

#cellbit #qsmp #qsmp cellbit #discourse #law #also dont apologize anon im super up to answering questions!!! i hope this made sense

[bleachbleachbleach]

"This fight isn't over yet, Captain No-Hair."

I've gone on record about enjoying when the Viz translation goes off-book, and I maintain that "WHAT IN THE WIDE WORLD OF SPORTS" is one of the best lines in the whole series. I think it's a fun way of bringing in the roughness of the speech in Japanese that doesn't necessarily have a direct translation in English. But I actually wish that liberty hadn't been taken in Ichigo's line here:

[Bleach 087]

In the Viz, Ichigo's line is, "This fight isn't over yet, Captain No-Hair." I'm not really sure why Ichigo decided to be Colorful right at that moment? Especially since the reference to "captain" is a bit confusing, given that 1) this series really does have captains, and 2) Ichigo doesn't really give a damn that this series has captains. Anyway, in the JP, I would translate the line, "Don't talk like this is already over."

And I really love that line, because "talk" is a repeated motif across their whole fight, and I feel like that line is a big part of why Ikkaku ends up liking Ichigo. The point of the line is that it's not a cheap taunt. Let me back up:

Ikkaku does his Lucky Dance and sings his Lucky Song, which he says was supposed to give Ichigo and Ganju time to run away. But Ichigo doesn't run, even though Ikkaku notes reiatsu-wise he outranks Ichigo. But Ichigo figures, if Ikkaku's really that much more powerful, he'd just run Ichigo down, anyway. If they fight, then they'll see.

Ikkaku asks for Ichigo's name, just in case. And says that "Ichigo" is a good name because names that start with "I" are good--like his, Ikkaku. (So begins them calling each other by their given names.) This is no longer some anonymous street brawl with a ryoka--it's Ikkaku vs. Ichigo.

Ikkaku quickly figures out that despite the fact that Ichigo is most definitely not a soldier he moves well, and he's been trained by someone. Once Ikkaku learns that Urahara was the one who trained Ichigo, he releases Houzukimaru's shikai, so he can kill Ichigo the right way.

That's when Ichigo says, [1] "Don't talk like this is already over." And I feel like Ikkaku really responded do that, because Ichigo kind of calls him on the grandstanding. Like, hey! Don't act like the fight's over when there's still fighting left to do. Stay in the moment! Take this seriously. Respect what we're doing here! Which seems like something Ikkaku probably lacks for in most rights, and would find really refreshing and invigorating in Ichigo.

It also jibes with Ikkaku ultimately not wanting to end the battle unless it ends in death--that is, not acting like that fight is over until it's over over (even if Ichigo ultimately backs off that particular idea).

When Ikkaku says [2] "Aren't you a big talker," he parallels Ichigo's own grammatical construction; they both use an adjective/adjectival phrase to describe a 口--mouth/way of talking. And Ikkaku keeps it up later, when he cajoles Ichigo, [3] asking if it's just his mouth that was skilled:

もう終わったみたいな口きくなよ (Don't talk like this is already over.)

上等な口をきくじゃねえか (Aren't you a big talker.)

威勢のいいのは口だけか？ (Are you all talk?) [even more liberal translation than usual; I couldn't get this to not sound dumb]

I feel like this whole extended "talking" motif is important because it's playing in parallel to the Soul Society Yumichika is simultaneously describing to Ganju, with the gladiator pits (like Ganju needed more convincing that shinigami were bananas). I have received the message loud and clear that I am in the minority when it comes to my interest in the gladiator pits, but too bad!! we're going to talk about them more!! The Pits are so important! They serve as foil to this Ikkaku-Ichigo sequence. They present one characterization of the Seireitei and Ikkaku another, with his styptics and his personality and his name and his intelligence in sizing Ichigo up, and his willingness to tease out what Ichigo's about.

And Ichigo gives Ikkaku just as much--it's immediately clear to Ikkaku that Ichigo is no criminal mastermind (though he is in kahoots with one, re: Urahara), nor is he some bloodthirsty hoodlum. And, importantly, he's no soldier.

In contrast to the lurid spectacle of the Pits, Ikkaku and Ichigo recognize each other's personhood--their training, their wisdom, their names, their senses of battle honor/procedure. And even if Yoruichi thinks Ichigo is bull-in-china-shopping this (and he is! a little! they got here via CANNON), he's a pretty smart bull. And so is Ikkaku--he knows what Ichigo is and isn't.

(I don't think Ikkaku ends up sharing any of this intel--or at least, any of the juicy bits--even though it's info I feel like at least half the people in this arc would have really appreciated. Especially since what flys around instead is "the ryoka beat IKKAKU" which surely did not lend itself to an atmosphere of measured calm lololol. But hey, Ikkaku's here for the smiles per gallon, not the Sake of the Seireitei.)

#believe me i didn't have 'ikkaku and ichigo form a friendship based on rhetoric and grammatical parallelism' on my bingo card either #madarame ikkaku #kurosaki ichigo #bleach manga #bleach reread 2021 #bleach カラー #bleach language #no brain just bleach

[ac3th3shark]

I JUST FINISHED BANANA FISH AND IM IN DENIAL SO I WROTE THIS TO COPE!!!!!

!!banana fish spoilers!!

Eiji's sister doesn't have a name, so I refer to her as Fuku bc that's what the random name generator wanted.

idea: Ash survives and comes to see Eiji in Japan

It had been a little less than a month since Eiji had returned to Japan. His injuries had almost fully healed, and he was able to walk around and do things again. His poor mother had been horrified to see the state he was in when he arrived home. She cried so hard seeing him hurt in that wheelchair. He remembers thinking about how upset he was that Ash hadn't come, but he was sure that he would see him again while his mother thanked Ibe for taking care of him and his father yelled at Ibe for letting him get hurt.

About a week after he arrived home, he got a call from Ibe saying that Max had called him, and Ash was in the hospital after getting stabbed by Lao. Max had asked him not to tell Eiji yet, but he thought that he deserved to know what happened. Eiji wanted to go right back to America to check on Ash, but he didn't. He decided that he needed to stay here for a while before doing anymore travelling and he's confident that Ash would be ok, ash is strong. One of the strongest- no, the strongest person that he's ever met.

He was so worried about Ash, asking Ibe if he knew how he was doing every day. He remembers thinking that he shouldn't of came back until he was sure that Ash and everyone else was ok. He was so relieved when a few days ago Ibe told him that Ash had finally been released.

He was snapped from his thoughts when his mother called his name. He looked up from where he was staring at a page of his book.

"Sweetie, someone's here to see you."

"What?"

"I think it's a friend from America. He barely speaks Japanese, but he kept saying something in English and your name so I figured I would get you."

Eiji tried to think of who it could be. What if Ash had gotten into more trouble and someone had come after him again? now, that was extremely unlikely. But who could it be? Max is too busy with his engagement and planning his marriage. He had heard that Sing was working with Yut Lung now, so who?

"Thanks ma" He cautiously got up and walked to the door that was cracked open.

Upon opening the door, he was met with a familiar face, ash. Ash had come to see him.

He just stood there staring and Ash just stared back. Finally, he worked up the ability to say something.

"Ash..."

"Eiji..."

"Ash!"

"Eiji!"

Ash jumped onto Eiji, bringing him into a tight hug, Eiji hugged him back. They both pulled back a little, staring at each other, both of them crying happy tears. Ash moves one of his hands to Eiji's face, gently pulling him into a soft kiss. They both Smile as they pull away.

Eiji grabs his hand and pulls him inside the house, shutting the door behind them. As soon as he moves his hand from the knob its back around ash and they're hugging again. They stay like that for a while before Ash remembers that this isn't his home and pulls away.

"How are you? Are you ok? I heard that you were stabbed. You just got released a few days ago, right? Why are you here?"

"I'm fine now, I lost a lot of blood and ended up passing out from blood loss in the library but I'm ok now." Ash responds, gently taking Eiji's hands into his. "And I'm here because I missed you."

The nice moment only lasts for a short minute because Eiji suddenly turns around.

"Awwww, Eiji! Your so on-edge all the time since you came back! I can't sneak up on you anymore!" Fuku, Eiji's younger sister pouts.

"Heh, sorry Fu."

"who's that?" Fuku and Ash both say at the same time, pointing at each other.

"Ash," Eiji starts saying in English "This is Fuku, my younger sister." He turns to Face the girl better, "Fuku," he says in Japanese now, "This is Ash, my....Friend from America" he blushes a little when he decides not to tell her that they're dating.

"Hehe! I knew that that charm I gave you would work!!" Fuku laughs as Eiji jumps back a little.

"Ahh, that was intentional!?"

"What did she say?" Ash asked.

"r-remember that charm I told you about? She said that she knew it would work." The red on both of their faces intensifies and so does Fuku's laughter.

"Well, if it's that obvious, may as well just own it." Ash says, "You can introduce me as your boyfriend if you'd like."

"Sure."

And they all three smile.

#idk #fanfiction #fanfic #i dont write fluff much but i tried #fluff #banana fish #banana fish fanfic #this is how i cope #ash x eiji #ash lynx #asheiji #eiji okumura #eiji's younger sister #au #ash lynx lives au #tags are hard #romance #romance fic #i might continue this #i have more ideas

[bethanydelleman]

What is your opinion on Bridgerton?

To put it very simply, without Bridgerton, this blog would not exist.

Long story: I watched Bridgerton in the depths of lockdown. I had become kind of listless; I was comfort re-watching Jane the Virgin and Once Upon a Time. Then I watched it and I remembered from the empire waists that I loved Jane Austen.

I owned all 6 novels, but I had never read Mansfield Park or Northanger Abbey because my 12th grade English teacher said they were weird. I started re-reading Pride & Prejudice, but I knew it too well so I read through the others. I was transfixed by the two unread, NA was so funny! Why hadn't I read it before! I was gripped by MP, the ending had never been spoiled for me and I thought Henry Crawford was the end game. Also, Persuasion, which I had found intolerably boring in Gr 12 was now amazing (except Sir Walter, always loved him).

I started writing a sequel to Pride & Prejudice and my now published novel Prideful & Persuaded. I joined some Jane Austen Facebook groups and started reading the books along with the book club on one of those pages. I basically memorized the novels. I spent most of my evenings writing Jane Austen fan fiction. I found some Jane Austen friends that I still talk to on a regular basis.

So yeah, if Netflix hadn't released a very anachronistic fantasy Regency romance with a very hot male love interest, who knows what I'd even be doing right now.

To actually answer your question: I liked S1 a lot more than S2. I thought that a wedding was too far and girl code denies Kate and Anthony from marrying. You are Lucy Steele at that point. Anyway, I hate Eloise, especially in S2; she's the most annoying pseudo-feminist idiot ever. I like Daphne, I like Duke who is apparently not coming back, I like the funny painting brother even if he's so annoying for complaining about being a trust fund baby. I love the mom (I do not know people's names). I enjoyed all the smut in S1, especially the random against a tree smut that it opened with. I am not a huge fan of the costumes. I have yet to watch Queen Charlotte because I've gotten into Korean dramas recently and that takes up my spare time.

In general, it's smutty, tropey, and hot. What's not to like?

#i have watched S1 and S2 #bridgerton #it made me remember Jane Austen #question response

[samiiy20]

♡ 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨 ♡

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝐿𝑒𝑒 𝐾𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑒: 𝑆𝑚𝑢𝑡 𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 𝟷.𝟾𝑘 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑑𝑜𝑚 !𝑚𝑖𝑛𝘩𝑜, 𝑠𝑢𝑏 !𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑑𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎�� 𝑡𝑜𝑦, 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 “𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑐𝘩, 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑝𝑖𝑑”, 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑢𝑛𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑥. 𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠: 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐𝘩 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑟𝑦 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝘩𝑖𝑚.

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Being alone wasn't always bad, of course until the feeling hit you and you missed your boyfriend and the only chance you had to see him was through a video call or through the videos you played. You couldn't blame him, always working from one place to another was not easy so you just settled for seeing it through the screen; but things always got complicated every time you wanted to not only see him, but touch him, kiss him and make him yours anywhere in the house.

You had been supporting your mind all day by sending you images of your boyfriend touching you or simply fucking you, but the fact that you knew you couldn't do it was more unbearable. You tried to distract yourself with almost anything, but it all ended in the same thing, so by the end of the day your body couldn't handle the tension in your core.

That night Minho didn't call and it only made you want him more, though you tried to hold it your mind wasn't helping so you thought a cold shower would bring your fever down (it didn't). When you went to get dressed and you saw your boyfriend's clothes next to yours, you didn't think twice about putting on his shirt to feel even the perfume of his skin.

You moved into bed unable to sleep for hours, so you decided to get rid of that feeling between your legs. You opened the drawer of your nightstand and looked deep down for what you wanted, a toy to release your tension, it wasn't what you wanted but it would help you. You hesitated for a moment because you knew Minho didn't like you use that kind of thing because he thought you replacing.

A little nervous for not having used it for a while, you settled in bed on your back, spreading your legs, you were wearing nothing but your pantyhose and the garment that belonged to your boyfriend, but determined, you turned it on, closing your eyes to give unleash your imagination.

It didn't take long for you to feel a little better, but you knew it wasn't the same as doing it with Minho, yet you clung to his shirt, sniffing his scent to try to replace those thoughts. Your hips moved by themselves and when you lowered your panties to bring the toy closer to your entrance, you saw the silhouette of someone at the door.

When you focused a bit you didn't know if it was your imagination or it was real that your boyfriend was recharged in the frame enjoying the view, you were so lost in the sensation that you had to stop for a second.

"What's up? Continue with what you were doing" I finally pronounced. You hadn't realized when I entered the house, you were so distracted, but now, analyzing the situation, it was a bit embarrassing.

He just smiled and approached the edge of the bed in front of you, seeing the mess you had between your legs, you closed them embarrassed, but he climbed onto the mattress, opening them again and taking the toy you were carrying.

"What do you do?"

"I just continue what you started"- he turned it on again and brought it closer to your already wet pussy making your clitoris move to the rhythm of the toy "don't you like this?"

You knew he was upset, not for seeing you touching you but for the toy, even so you didn't stop him when he began to stimulate you with it.

Your hips moved by themselves and you couldn't control the moans that came out of you no matter how much you bit your lips. You had waited all day for him and you just wanted him to take you, for his hands to run through your body and for him to be hooked on you as he liked.

"Minho...please"

"What? This is what you wanted, right?" - the tip of the toy was now at your entrance and you couldn't control the reaction of your body that you knew would make your boyfriend a little angry for not being him - "you were so desperate, you were couldn't you wait for me?"

Your head wasn't processing everything he was saying because of the vibrations, but you knew it was a bad idea to challenge him. You denied, without wanting to open your mouth because you knew that your moans will come out of you.

"I asked you a question- he said a little angrily starting to pump the toy-" answer "

"N...not I...want"- Minho pushed the toy hard making you start to moan helplessly.

“This is better than me? Is that why you moan like a bitch? –you denied biting your lip- “so don't you dare cum, okay?

You didn't know what she meant, but when she took your hands above your head and the toy began to accelerate, you didn't know how long you could hold on. You wanted your boyfriend, but he felt so good that you couldn't control him.

You wanted to touch him but your hands were imprisoned and your legs were crushed by his body so you couldn't close them, but he didn't help by pumping the fake member inside of you as he wanted. Your legs began to shake and you endured for a long time the feeling that even tears were welling up in your eyes, but you endured it because you loved him, so when he finally took out the toy you felt exhausted, but not happy.

"Minho, please..."

"What do you want?" I ask as I turned off the device and threw it into a corner of the room. He let you breathe for a moment while he undressed in front of you so that you could enjoy how hard his member had become.

"you."

he let his body fall on top of yours, first kissing your neck where he wanted you to squirm, your hands caressing his hair and you moan at the sensation of his kisses and his teeth brushing your skin.

Your body felt weak but anxious to finally be pleased by what you had been longing for all day: your boyfriend's caresses and his kisses on your body.

He raised his face seeing how your lips were parted and your face was red, he could feel your heart beating below and that made him get harder, he loved to see how even if you didn't say it your body would speak for you and notice how much you wanted it.

"Min..."

"Yes?" I ask, smiling, still looking into your eyes.

"Kiss me," he finally obeyed, moistening your lips with his kisses and playing with his tongue, making your moans drown in him.

His hands went to touch your center, more than wet and stimulated, making your hips rise asking for more, his fingers circling your clit while his kisses continue to suppress your moans.

he moved away a bit only to hear how your voice was faltering and your breathing began to accelerate. his lips took one of your breasts sucking on your nipples and you couldn't help but be grateful to have Lee Know's caresses on you again, but your center begged to be filled once and for all, but Minho would make sure that you begged crying for him.

Your hips moved guiding your boyfriend's movements towards your entrance but he avoided it by playing with your center again causing your legs to start shaking. You knew it was his revenge for replacing him and you wanted to beg him to stop torturing you, but your mind was so clouded with overstimulation that all you could do was say his name.

"Very cute, repeat my name" he told you as he kissed the lobe of your ear and slowly pushed you towards your liberation, when you felt that you couldn't take it anymore and that your body was going to explode Lee Know left you in the center leaving your body trembling, but just to point his member to your entrance "I don't want you to forget that only I can make you feel like this.

His hips collided with yours causing your walls to suddenly squeeze his member and causing your body to finish collapsing, but you forced yourself to wrap your legs around his waist so he wouldn't separate from you.

he began to move, moaning on your lips as he left kisses all over your face and you could barely respond because you were concentrating on how his member moved in and out of you, caressing the points that made you arch your back.

"mm... I can't anymore..."

"just a little more, I know you can" the truth was that you had reached your limit and nothing he said could fix it and you only put your nails into his skin, marking it by letting your body relax and your juices drain all over about its length.

He moaned in response feeling your insides contract around his member and it wasn't long before his cum painted your walls.

"You're so stupid" Despite his exhaustion, he managed to turn your body and lift your butt, watching the mixture of both drip from your pussy "you deserve a punishment, right?"

He marked your butt with his hands and delighted in watching your pussy contract and your hands tighten the sheets.

"yes...yes" you loved how Lee Know took them both beyond their own limits, especially you and it was something they had talked about before, at any moment you could stop with a word, but you didn't because you always You wanted to find out how far you would go each time.

It didn't stop until every inch of your skin was marked and your eyes began to water from the pain combining with the excitement starting again making your body shudder.

"What's your word?" Minho asked, sticking his chest to your back, caressing the new marks on your body, soothing the pain.

"green"

Again, his member entered you, finally causing the drops of water to stain your face. Even though his movements were slower, your body still felt just as exciting.

Your body could no longer support itself when you felt your new orgasm hit your insides, you had lost track of time and the count of how many times they had done it today.

When you finish sedating on your impulses, Lee Know also fills you with everything that is left over. As much as you wanted to continue, you needed a rest and you ended up lying on the mattress, staining the sheets for the last time that night.

Minho got out of you and stood to the side taking a breath and caressing your head, even though your tired body couldn't take it anymore, you leaned against your boyfriend's body hugging him and listening to his racing heart.

"I missed you so much" you felt a kiss and his arms around your waist- don't go.

"I won't" he whispered as he raised your face and left small and tender kisses on your lips "I'll always be by your side" he pressed his lips to yours and separated only to discover that his eyes shone like the first day they met "love you."

"love you."

You smiled and closed your eyes, settling on his chest, feeling how your heart recorded those words forever.

#lee know stray kids #skz minho #lee know #stray kids #stray kids smut #stray kids fanfic #minho x y/n #skz smut #minho smut #stray kids x reader #kpop imagines #stray kids imagines #skz x reader

[callforspiderboy]

Sokovia Treaty|| Tony Stark × No reader gender

Summary: Your marriage is shaken by your indecision on the Treaty of Sokovia.

Warnings: Anguish, English is not my native language

Your footsteps were silent as you walked across the room, you watched Tony's back as he sat slouched in his office chair, that posture was not his usual one. Your hands slid around his shoulders, announcing your arrival. You expect Tony to tell you why you've been called, but you're greeted by an almost noisy silence.

"You've already made your decision, so why are you still thinking about it?" After a few minutes of silence, you plucked up the courage to say something, your voice low for fear of disturbing the false peace in the room. "Because you haven't made up your mind yet," Tony snapped, still with his back to you. You let out a shaky sigh and squeezed your eyes shut tightly; you were hoping he wouldn't mention your obvious indecision out loud.

"It's difficult..." you were walking on shaky ground, you knew how this whole Sokovia affair was messing with the man "... harder than you make it sound, Tony" you were grateful that Tony hadn't had the courage to look you in the eye, you didn't want him to see the tears that covered them, but you were sure he heard a slight flaw in your voice that denounced your current state.

"You need to clarify which side you're on." You missed all your husband's sarcasm and good humor, it had been days since all your conversations sounded like a silent clash until one of you decided to leave the room for fear of the next words, you'd like to do that now. "I need some time, okay?" You didn't think the treaty would bring the peace Tony wanted, you also feared the damage the Avengers were bringing, but the risks of the Treaty of Sokovia were too great to ignore. Tony closed his eyes tightly, your false indecision making it obvious to him which side you were on.

You were about to say something else in an attempt to maintain your temporary union, when Tony snapped, "You'll have to decide soon," shifting uncomfortably in his chair, you looked over your shoulder at him with frowning eyebrows, they had set a time and you didn't know it? Anticipating your next question Tony was quick to reply "Steve has just been arrested, I'm negotiating his release in exchange for the treaty" Your eyes widened, what would the Captain have done?

Tony turned on the TV and saw a news report about the recent events with Bucky. As he watched the images. A sigh of disappointment escaped your lips, Steve's choice should not have been made on the basis of this negotiation. Like a muscle memory, Tony grabbed her hand, tracing imaginary lines on her wedding ring. In easier times, that act would have brought her comfort, but now it only increased the weight the ring now carried for you.

A guilt invaded your chest, a feeling that you were betraying Tony and in a last attempt to remain faithful to the man you loved you asked, "Do you really believe in the treaty?" Before Tony had a chance to answer you with a probable lie of certainty you added "Be honest" Silence returned to the room for a few minutes, he was trying fulfill your request "It's our only option" Tony knew that those words weren't enough for you, if you were going to sign the Treaty of Sokovia you needed him to be sure that it was the right decision and he didn't have it.

Your hand pulled away from your husband's grip, you bit your lip nervously "I can't do that" The words came out in a whisper, you were ashamed of them. You had promised to be with Tony through all of this, but that wasn't what you were doing now. Tony felt a lump forming in his throat, swallowing dry "Rogers will sign" He tried to sound like his past self, that Tony who was sure of something, but he couldn't. He hoped that the statement would convince you. He hoped the statement would convince you to stay, if the captain gave up the fight there was no point in going against the treaty.

"He won't, I'll convince him to do the right thing" Tony let out a low sigh, accepting defeat. Your body moved away from Tony's chair when you noticed that he wouldn't say anything else, you walked to the exit. Tony realized that this would be his last chance to make everything clear, he just wanted to make sure that he wouldn't spend years dwelling on it "I love you" Your words came out firmly, but apprehension didn't allow him to turn around to see your reaction, "I love you, Tony" You left. For him, those words brought the comfort he wanted, the certainty that you knew that that clash wouldn't change his feelings, even if you weren't going to be together now.

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I was too lazy to translate it.I still don't know what the fandom's reception is like with writing, but here's my attempt.

#tony stark #tony stark × reader #tony stark × male reader #tony stark × fem reader #marvel #marvel mcu #Marvel × reader #mcu #mcu tony stark #fanfic #tony stark fanfiction #tony stark fic #marvel reader insert #iron man #iron man × reader #iron man × male reader #captain america #captain america civil war #iron man × fem reader #sokovian

[incarnateirony]

https://twitter.com/xmenupdate/status/1686578029051420672?s=46&t=eTIYBJflezjsZxlN-TlYeQ

FUCKIN WHEEZE

OH, YEAH. let's start with this wonderful grammar "There has been a number of reports regarding assistants and stand-ins that have been credited on IMDb a number of Marvel Studios projects recently including Halle Berry & Famke Janssen for ‘DEADPOOL 3’."

Then we click the thing:

Everything else hidden, but sure. Okay leaky person cut on a discord background, this has NOTHING to do with how easy it is to edit IMDB, AMIRITE????????

THIS one was golden though, this one right here when any fact check was begun:

A bunch of these just look like guesses, like back in like May Halle Berry was sporting white hair and everyone assumed it was to be Storm again in Deadpool and fans went everywhere speculating.

Jared's fans have been pitching 238492384 marvel things for him to be every year for ten billion years. Gambit off the top of my head as the most recent one I recall. A list of returning GotG members because duh. Several names like Froy Gutierrez that were floated for shit like Marvel's Young Avengers on fanpages. One of these is a guy with like, NO history WHATSOEVER beyond being on CW Charmed for a few episodes (6) and then a few on night court, and isnt even in the top 5000.

Stinks of fan wishlist passed as rumor, originating off of some cross Marvel/CW fan. I mean, if Talik is managing to rocket from bit actor obscurity in the 15,000 range to being some yet unconfirmed character, all power to him, but sorry, this smacks of lmfao. It's a bunch of like fan observations of the obvious from 2 months ago (storm), CW people (Someone was a Charmed & Supernatural fan), and shit the Marvel community went "OOPS LMAO THAT'S WRONG" like Janelle Monae already:

Page was put up same time as the tweet according to google deleted in the last day, and the tweet was posted yesterday. Lmao bruh.

Like if Jared finally gets his first voice acting role of some rando XMan like 4 years behind the jackles curve, good for him I guess? Like marvel going, DC got jensen, who was That Other Guy? Given this is just a Special like holiday specials, so it'd be like one episode.

On the other hand you're going to need more than someone blatantly trying to run a list while anyone can edit the source. You think Marvel's gonna announce it like that? AH yes we hide everything even the title, and the stars, but leak the assistants. On multiple shows. NOTHING ELSE, NOT EVEN A TITLE THERE, NO RELEASE DATE GIVEN BUT WE GOT THE RANDO ASSISTANTS *SQUARED* cuz *LOGIC* But yeah, cool. Jared Padalecki As Knockoff Voice For Some Character In One Off Holiday Special Or Shortrun Webseries Some Shit For Character/Series Zero Of the Jpeg Stans Care About.

Please take your Fangasm induced and boosted nonsense out of my inbox.

Add in, be real careful holding your breath even if it IS real. Kevin Feige is listed as producting and Iger was just talking about him being "spread too thin" and dilluting their product. He's named streaming as the problem and opened fire purging products from Disney+ even before the strike. Just outright brake pump on output of Disney+ stream content. Now, they HAVE had problems with integral marvel stars recently

Why would this come out during a strike nobody is working, no less???????? Before the strike they hadn't even sorted directors or anything??????? Are you saying Jared, what, accepted the role during strike?????????? or... kept his mouth shut without a single hint for half a year????????? JARED????????????????

OH AND THIS

Also??? Jared's supposed assistant is uh. well i mean. i support immigration. But it's Real Weird that if you google him and Force It To English Results, there's 3 mentions; one this imdb listing, one bot garble nonsense, and one his application to go to college in california this spring while listing also moving into the country this march (actually with how he fucked up the US MM/DD/YY format for his birthday... this april??). So like. IDK man. Smells real fuckin sus. He wouldn't pass marvel vetting to be a janitor with that status.

Love the MULTIPLE errors on here. Class act

[peculiarmarsu]

"Something completely different" continues, as I was about to throw away a comic reading challenge sheet that I snatched from Keski-Suomen Sarjakuvaseura, but decided to think through the prompts before doing so. So under -read more- you'll find some musings of mine about comics I ended up reading this year. There's some pics too!

I'll start with some comics that were the topic for book talk meetups arranged by the aforementioned comic group. I've never attended such meetups before, and these turned out really interesting! Even I babbled away my thoughts despite usually being on the silent and shy side. Way to go me!

The Life and Times of Scrooge McDuck - Don Rosa Prompt: The protagonist gets older during the events of the comic. Donald Duck comics were a part of my childhood, and I especially loved the works of Don Rosa. It's been ages since I read any though, so it was neat to jump back to this big chronicle and read it properly in its entirety. This time I read it in English, which was something with the different accents.

Valotusaika - Avi Heikkinen Prompt: Features a pet/other house or farm animal. I had read this before but had another go for the session. Interesting comic that uses edited photos, yet not in any stiff way I think - the posing and expressions are great! It tells a story about a man who's been kicked to the head by life a lot, who finds a camera that can show the past. The first part of the comic has quite heart-wrenching climax ;u;

Anne Frank's Diary - Ari Folman, David Polonsky Prompts: People oppose the leading powers & the comic tells of loneliness. This was my first touch on Anne Frank's Diary, and I think the comic form works well here and helps to visualize things such as how cramped the attic space really was. The art is really pretty too, and many panels look like frames straight out of an animated movie (which there later was).

Now onto comics I read outside of the book talk sessions.

This shelf used to contain art supplies...

4. Bird in Wonderland - Taiga Sassa Prompts: Comic is a travel story, comic is relaxing, comic where people are nude, comic where sweets are eaten, comic where something embarrassing happens, comic where a celebration is held. Many prompts... They started releasing this in Finnish this year, and I thought to give it a go! This year in general has felt like I wanted to try out more comics, and find new ones to follow to fill slowed down schedules of some. I hadn't heard of this series beforehand, but it's been a nice travel story to read, based on real journey by Isabella Bird. So far emphasis is definitely on comic is relaxing, as it really is joy to read.

5. Emma - Kaoru Mori Prompts: Includes a speech or public performance, comic that's been on your reading list for long, comic includes cleaning or laundry (definitely!), visit in a park or garden, includes hugs or kisses, includes travel by train. Many prompts again! This got a new release this year in Finnish, and I wanted to catch that because I was too much a teenager in its first run. I actually just today read the last two books :D This was another comfy read. Emma as a protagonist is fairly odd and distant as we hardly get to see her thoughts, her antics are rather followed from the view of the myriad of other characters. Yet I was still as invested how her love story develops as her maid colleagues and others :'D I was suprised to find out the later volumes were mostly side stories, some quite whatever but couple more interesting.

6. Night of the Living Cat - Hawkman, Mecha-Roots Prompts: Released 2023 (started 2022 but on-going... :D), series has an interesting name. A comic that I ran into here on tumblr, just from seeing one page with cat paws, that intrigued me enough to seek where this art was from. Amazing zombie parody, where people turn into cats upon contact. I love this, probably my THE COMIC of 2023. Apparently someone who's worked on the English publication is here on tumblr too *waves*

7. Hevosjumala - Sami Makkonen Prompts: The events aren't told in chronological order, interesting name. The name means 'horse god'. This randomly caught my eye in a book store, and on first glance I was little sceptic about the art style if it looked little too messy to comprehend, but took it with me anyway. Aside couple character mess-ups, the art didn't prove a problem after all, fits the feeling and themes definitely! And by that I mean it's a paranormal horror story with some nice folktale twists.

8. Candy & Cigarettes - Tomonori Inoue Prompts: Protagonist is a child/youngster, includes a crime. This was actually a recommendation at a panel in Tampere Kuplii. I'm not normally one for crime genre, but the art style spoke to me in this. Some of the goons remind me of early Toriyama's work :D Protagonist duo is made of a child assassin and an elderly ex-cop who has to join forces with the former to earn money for his grandson's treatment. Graphic violence and heavy themes, but also a lovable protagonist duo trying to help each other out.

9. Ilmarin Koijaiset - Jenni Välikangas Prompts: Features rainbow family or couple (is that term commonly used in English?), less than 100 pages, features pet. I got interested in this comic after seeing the original pages up on an exhibition - the paintwork is GORGEOUS. Tells a story of a guy who moves onto her aunt's island to take care of it and the dog while aunt is away. Turns out the island isn't quite what it seems!

10. Delicious in Dungeon - Ryoko Kui Prompts: Includes hunting/fishing/foraging, something surprising happens in the comic. Yep, been reading this too, and the volumes 11 and 12 are ordered. Idk what to say here, great and interesting story and worldbuilding, lovely and distinctive characters and great art! Even with the rather "monster of the week" style the chapters often have going on, the in-depth approach makes it interesting.

11. Fullmetal Alchemist - Hiromu Arakawa Prompts: Comic features a border, travel via train, features a pet. A classic that I re-read again this year after scavenging all the books from my folks' attic :D But I.. sure don't like... how the title is upsidedown when stacked like that... and it doesn't make sense to me to have the back up.. augh.

I read other titles too as well, but these listed here were the ones that came to mind for the prompts. Annnyway, congrats I guess if you read all that? Feel free to comment and babble your opinions if you will~

#marsu musings #text-heaviest post i've ever done #comics #kessinlukuhaaste #night of the living cat #bird in wonderland #emma #fullmetal alchemist #etc