#betrayal final performance

[bragganhyl]

One day I'll get my braincells together and put it to paper how the pillars of eternity games manage to make the player feel powerful without making the Watcher a power fantasy character but like... this is not that day

#hablaty #i mean off the top of my head I can recall at least one scene that pops up #in both pillarz 1 and mássz effekt 2 but the latter is completely unironic about it #namely y'know the scene when you wake up gr*nt? the compliment he gives sepörd about offering a hand while hiding a gun in the other? #how that's supposed to make you feel like a badass? #pillarz 1 has that line coming from the in-universe god of betrayal if you spent a certain amount of the game lying your ass off #essentially he shows up after you kill the final boss and is like ''hey we reviewed your performance #and you're perfectly qualified to fill the position of the guy you just killed :) pls take the job you're very cool and it has benefits :) #all you gotta do is betray everyone and do something horrible but you're cool you can do it we love you uwu'' #and he straight up drops the same line but with a knife instead of a gun it's genius #but ofc there is more to it but idk what i'm trying to say is that in pillarz if you are an all powerful badass #that's a bad thing bc it's not fair to you and it's not fair to the people your choices affect #but you have to be an all powerful badass bc the world is fucked up #it's such a good deconstruction of the chosen one trope it's great

[martelldoran]

look i know i've said it before but sony's ps peter parker truly is the best peter parker. he's such a sweetheart and his game really balances the scrungy little guy and genius aspects of his character perfectly. the dude spends most of the game couch surfing because he gets evicted from his apartment. he leaves tony stark on read. he has zero dollars to his name because he works for doc oc pursuing projects that have the chance of making a real difference to people's lives and not working for oscorp even tho he could get a job there in a heart beat. he's subscribed to j. jonah jamison's podcast and has his suit autoplay each episode. he gets miles a job at f.e.a.s.t after his dad dies because he knows the grief of losing a parent so acutely and knows he needs something to channel that into. and i'm not very far into the miles morales game but even tho he's not even there for most of it, you can tell he's loving having miles as a partner in spider crimes. he's been spider-man alone for 8 years and has clearly just jumped into having someone to mentor. he gives him a suit with knee and elbow pads which is the cutest thing ever. he sets up training sims while he's away to keep up with miles' training and fills them with puns and does silly vulture impressions during the final stage. like how can you not love him? he is the superior peter parker and that's a hill i'll die on.

my beloved 💖

#og face supremacy #justice for john bubniak #and like yes #i know that games and movies and two fundamentally different mediums but i dont care #this version of peter/spidey is the best adaptation #i've seen all the movies and played the games and this is my conclusion #like the conclusion of the first game? heartbreaking #seeing him cry over octavius' betrayal broke me #his final few lines about how he was everything he wanted to be and how he worshipped him? end me #peak storytelling #yuri lowenthal does such an incredible performance #and like looking at just miles morales you could argue pete's been reduced to quips but like that's how he clearly is from miles' pov yk? #of course he's going to be unerringly positive and upbeat as a mentor #plus we've already seen his serious and heartfelt moments so we know it's there #i just have so many thoughts about these games and the details in them #.txt #marvel #sony ps spider man

[keeps-ache]

i have been BETRAYED. i've been thrown to the grappling arms of damnation and i've found that the exit was merely a dim recollection of another place !!

#just me hi #my grandma called and my mother handed me the phone with a devious-azz look on her face and in my groggy innocence i asked 'hello? what?' #and my grandma asked me to sing for her over the phone i think i'll just turn myself into a puddle and ddddiiiieee Hfbvhsf #i'm being extra melodramatic because i just woke up and thaz just how it eez lmaoo #but like MAN i got no heads up i'm going to explode vfhsfhvs #i'm fine w/ just doing whatever but don't Askkkk meeee now i'm all jittery and Mannnn #AUHHH i was off-pitch and wobbly and pitchy i'm going to live in a muddy little ditch forever hbvfhs #she liked it which is nice but I DIDN'T FHSHF #'you're a performer' tell that to these NERVES !!! #i was sleeeeeepinnnngg is there no compassion for the snoozing auuauahaufhuhbfvhsbgh #SOB. #putting my mother + sister on the list for that one. traitors traitors all of them hbvhsfh #diabolical behavior. completely insidious. can't beleeb they done this to me #genuinely couldn't even tap out of it cuz i was Sleepy and had no brain. RIP one more fool hfhsh #//aside from the beTRAYAL and other suchenings. what is up man hfhsfhv #i drew some sick p1nk space stuff in my sketchbook which is just a shame bc i can't colour it and i can't show it to anybody Hfvbh #i rarely ever use the full page for sketching but i really like the results they look good :D #nobody knows who Fate is i think but if you do i finally have a settled design for her hfvhs :DD #the dress is needing work.. you are NOT going out like that miss lady ma'am hvfshfb #/wondering about the medium for this project too #comic would work best for me bc well. it takes two things i like to do and mushes them into a delightful mess loll :> #//there has been a sudden shift in my brain chemicals and now i'm going to play a game hhfsh :333 #toodles noodles !!

[mariocki]

King: [suddenly] If we've nothing more to say to each other, we might as well go and get warm!

Becket: We have everything to say to each other, my prince. The opportunity may not occur again.

King: Make haste, then. Or there'll be two frozen statues on this plain, making their peace in a frozen eternity! I am your King, Becket! And so long as we are on this earth you owe me the first move! I'm prepared to forget a lot of things but not the fact that I am King. You yourself taught me that.

Becket: [gravely] Never forget it, my prince. Even against God. You have a different task to do. You have to steer the ship.

King: And you - what do you have to do?

Becket: Resist you with all my might, when you steer against the wind.

-

Jean Anouilh, Becket (tr. Lucienne Hill, 1960)

#100plays #becket #jean anouilh #lucienne hill #modern drama #theatre quotes #1960 #french theatre #for what it's worth‚ i think the meeting between henry and becket on the windswept plain is one of the great scenes of mid20th #century drama. anouilh pulls all the strings of his work together‚ every half explored idea and tentative theme #all gels together in a meeting which is as much about the betrayal of lovers as it is about duty and honour #becket and the king have not faced one another since the former was made archbishop by the latter; their great rivalry and battle of wills #has been performed entirely at one remove‚ between messangers and proxies. as they meet at last there's little formality to hide behind #only that one they create for themselves #the ship metaphor is a nicely constructed bit of call back; Becket uses it at the start of the play‚ cunningly‚ for Henry and against #the Church; here finally he reiterates the idea perfectly sincerely‚ but the use is changed. now it defines their positions‚ his for the #Church and (by the King's standards‚ to the King's eyes) by default against the Crown #and of course Becket is right‚ they will not meet again #this section bears comparison with the final trial scenes of Bolt's A Man for All Seasons (coincidentally also premiering in its stage #version in 1960). both depict a man of god at odds with the king he is nevertheless loyal to; both contrast the idea of duty to ones #monarch with duty to God‚ the idea of honour and truth. but where Thomas More is fighting for his life‚ Thomas Becket seems all too eager #to offer his up; he knows that his return to England will almost certainly end in his death‚ yet he resolves to travel home before this #uneasy reconciliation is even suggested. fate is another idea toyed with by both plays‚ but it is Becket who seems to believe entirely #in predestination; not only does he apparently foresee his own death‚ he appears certain that it is the correct path #it's interesting to consider the Folliot quote i previously posted‚ about the 'temptation of saintliness'‚ and to wonder at how much of a #draw that was in Becket's impending martyrdom. when asked by Henry whether he has grown to love God‚ Becket replies only #that he has grown to love the honour of God. the distinction is his own‚ but it's the crucial line of the play‚ the crux on which Becket's #strange‚ contradictory‚ mercurial person is hung

[vogelmeister]

me on my way to make this the most emotionally charged monologue of the play

#listen its good now but i read it in my head and im not sure of it sounds natural to be spoken #i think it only works if the entire thing is a fourth wall break bc there is no one else this character could be speaking to #but like I can’t imagine how one would deliver it and in a play i think yhats a problem #i never said it was an easy monologue #to perform #it would make the evilist of audition material #basically the reason its so important is bc for most of the play merel is pretty closed off #most of what the audience finds out about her is from rosella’s perspective #so its almost merel going ‘hey this is my past and i suddenly was beginning to trust again’ #i think i need to actually perform it. like say it and perform it and record it and figure out where it sounds unnatural #and then do that for everything else in that play #i say this bc the whole validity of merel’s character to me rests on how believable that monologue is. #like if i saw this play and I couldn’t believe that monologue it would takeaway from her arc #you finally see her perspective #of like heartbreak and falling in love again to suspected betrayal #im just a shit writer rn #im probably also a shit actor #anyways time to be an extrovert i guess before i yeet off to netherlands #i need a tag where i over share about my ocs #writers of tumblr #writing problems #dutch language found dead

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

ANAKIN SKYWALKER who pissed you the fuck off. Who’s earned himself a one-way trip to the doghouse. Who tries to talk his way through the silent treatment, everything from questions to pleas to shouting. You won’t have it, and it kills him to be ignored.

“Well, fine! Be that way.” he announces loudly throughout the house, storming to the opposite side to leave you completely alone. He punishes you for being upset with him, for needing space from him. Your unhealthy response is met with his in poetic turn.

He sleeps by himself that night. Even though sleep is inaccessible, he lies on his back with his arms crossed over his chest. The delicate crease in his brow has deepened to a permanent crevice, scowling at the light fixture in the ceiling. He can’t even recall exactly what caused this disruption and he certainly doesn’t believe it’s his fault. Whatever stance he took that offended you is clearly his private beliefs and you should’ve respected that. His metal fingers tap in a wave across his bicep, and he picks up his head to glance at the doorway of the living room as if you would be there to greet him. No such thing. You’re probably fast asleep in the comforts of your shared bed, the bed you so carelessly kicked him out of.

The couch is uncomfortable. The material is smooth but naturally cold against his bare back and his thin black pants. He’s used to his many covers, and a body next to him.

A warm, smooth body. He misses it. Soft and creamy in texture, he misses the way it winds around him. But you’re being difficult. As if you’re a princess, every interaction between the two of you has been scrutinized with extreme prejudice by your judgmental eyes. You questioned his every move towards you, every touch, every word. Your wrath knew no bounds and now he’s cold and alone and it’s your fault. He doesn’t want you. He doesn’t want you near him, holding him, running your hands through his hair. He doesn’t want your massages that release muscle tensions he didn’t even know he had, he doesn’t want your kind smile against his ear as you whisper your dirty little secrets, he doesn’t want your experienced hand running down the hair at his abdomen to caress him through his sleepwear.

You’ve had a prissy little attitude he could fuck out of you, if he wanted to. His grip on his bicep tightens, sharp spite taking root within his heart as he curses himself in Huttese. There’s a dirty word he’d like to call you right now, he’d like to sneer it in your face in a language you can’t understand just so you can be offended without reason. It’ll give you a taste of the betrayal’s he’s felt this night.

The chaise he lays on is not long enough for his body, his bare feet hang off the arm rest, and he shifts so he can plant them there. Once properly leveraged, he straightens his legs so he pushes himself up to more of a sit as a sneer twitches at the corner of his nose. He has half a mind to go disturb you while you peacefully slumber, interrupt you with his jealousy over your comfort and demand that if you have a problem with him that you should be the one to leave. You’d fit on this useless couch anyway. A yelling match would surely ensue; he’d be able to raise his voice over yours and finally make you understand his point of view. You’d be so eager to make it up to him, so keen to please him that you’d do anything, wouldn’t you? Pondering its possibilities has his left hand lured to the sudden ache between his legs.

You’d be so broken up over how coldly you’ve treated him, you’d spoil him. You’d pamper him with apologies and compliments he’d ignore, you’d beg to rub his sore shoulders and arms so that he’d look at you again. Kisses would be planted wherever you could reach, and he’d direct you with a palm on your head to where your lips belong. Sweetly you’d worship on his manhood, coaxing him to attention with patience and enthusiasm until he’s ready to free it. Wouldn’t matter how long he’d let you perform for him, you wouldn’t say a word about rushing him. Briefly, he considers the notion that you’d let him bat it against your cheek, and rub it on your face. He’d hump your head just to see the thick mix of fluids coat your pretty features. If he’s feeling particularly vengeful, he might fuck your throat with the intent to hurt, the intent to choke. You’d have to campaign for his mercy by flattering for his ego because if you’re too pitiful he’ll be too inclined to suffocate you with his every inch plugging your airway. Big hands at the back of your head to keep you pinned while you sputter and spray around his base. Your mess of stringy saliva would dribble down his balls and catch on the hair on his thighs.

A noise of the house creaks and his eyes fly open. His hand has come to caress himself, balled around his solid shaft that pulses with need. He can practically feel the blood pump through it, the sensitive skin burning for relief as he’s rawed it against the material of his pants.

He pushes through the discomfort, and plunges the hand down his waistband, fisting his red hot cock with a callused grasp.

#indy: drabbles #ch: anakin #anakin skywalker drabble #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x female reader #anakin skywalker x you #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker fic #anakin skywalker x reader smut #anakin smut #anakin x reader #anakin x fem reader #anakin x you #anakin x y/n #anakin imagine #anakin fic #anakin fanfiction #reader insert

[scaralvr]

⠀⠀ 💤 GOOD LOOKING! scaramouche x gn!reader

synopsis: kunikuzushi is confused as to why his 'heart' craves something besides you, his lover. when he comes to realize he abandoned you just like his creator and friends did to him, he returns only to be greeted by nothing. ୨ sfw, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort ୧

⠀⠀📋 this is a short nd silly little filler post while i'm working on heaps of reqs atm😵‍💫 this is based off of suki waterhouse's song good looking!!

kunikuzushi seeks something greater in the comforting and quiet life he has with you. after three betrayals, he's finally found someone to love and care for without having to worry about them leaving. but why is it that his heartless chest yearns for something else? is it possible you're not what he needs?

he awakes in a cold sweat when he finds out. a heart. the puppet longs for a heart of his own. being able to love and be loved wasn't enough, or so he thought. one day when you leave to get groceries, kunikuzushi asks if he can join you, to your surprise. and of course, you could never turn down your lover.

you smile and allow him to go to inazuma city with you. you tell him it's good for him, that he has a chance of meeting new people and improving his communication skills. and kunikuzushi may have met people, but definitely not the ones you would've wanted him to.

tides thrash inside, baby, i'm high octane

you find your lover's presence to be something rare nowadays, as you're spending nights alone with an empty bed and a blank mind. it's not as lively without kunikuzushi, you would think. you turn to face the window and the moon is high and proud among the pitch black sky filled with stars.

the familiar sound of the door opening alarms you and you get out of bed with a hopeful smile on your lips. "kunikuzushi!" you greet the puppet with a warm welcome as you help him take off his materials. lately, he seems to be indulging in oddly different clothes rather than the ones you sewed just for him.

his gaze is so cold and distant. you notice this while waiting for him to speak up, but he never does. scaramouche brushes past you and slides the shoji doors shut to his room. your heart twinges for a moment. you were hoping to finally talk to him after what seemed like forever, but he must be busy again. surely, he doesn't need his lover as a thorn in his side.

fever in a shock wave, my core vibrates in an opium haze

scaramouche barely remembers he even had a lover to begin with. he supposes being occupied with fatui business has taken a toll on his memory as well, besides his physical and mental state. he allowed the doctor to perform strange tests on him after studying scaramouche as a specimen. he'll admit; the "harmless" experiments performed on him were rougher than he expected, but all's fine.

if he can't take on all of this pain on his own, how can he continue his path to stealing the gnosis and becoming a God? through these experiences, scaramouche has come to hate mirrors. when he looks at himself, he finds the same vulnerable boy inside him despite changing so much within time. the split ends of his hair remind him of how he ruthlessly cut it himself after his mother abandoned him.

he merely scoffs at the thought. only weaklings dwell upon the past. scaramouche is the present and future; he believes that the past is a waste of time and it will always be that way. yet through all of this time, he didn't even realize he left someone else in the past.

yet you think we're the same

scaramouche doesn't notice your disappearance until it turns into months, maybe even more than that. well, it doesn't matter, if anything, this should help. he'll deal with the pain all by himself like he always does and it'll strengthen himself as he journeys to the birth of his becoming of a God. but why does it hurt moreso than usual?

scaramouche doesn't understand why he holds too many emotions. he doesn't want to have emotions and he never needed them in the first place. he believes it's a flaw, along with the other mistakes his creator made when making him. he doesn't understand why tears cascade down his face in an uncontrollable state as he curls up on the bed, void of anyone's warmth.

starting at that point, he began to change into the pleasant yukata you sewed for him rather than his uncomfortable fatui attire. the scent of you still lingered in the cotton as he buries his nose into the material. scaramouche solemnly pulls away and looks around as if he just awoke from a bad dream.

"where are you... (y/n)?" kunikuzushi queries.

the skyline falls as i try to make sense of it all

kunikuzushi can hardly pay any attention to his fatui duties when he finally realizes your sudden disappearance from his life. you promised to stay by his side, and that you did, but where were you now? maybe you went down to the city and he simply didn't notice. although, your trips don't usually take this long.

kunikuzushi is aware he doesn't have a heart, so why, why is there an inexplicable pain in his chest where it's supposed to be? it hurts, he cries to himself at night as he recalls all of the innocent lives he took, their blood in his hands as he kept it to himself. a poor excuse for a God in the making...

he felt so useless and lost. how much time has past? for how long were you already gone? did you leave of your own accord? did someone else take you away? questions plagued his mind as he could hardly rest with such thoughts.

i thought i'd uncovered your secrets but, turns out, there's more

as time passes, he grows a temper that would make anyone turn the other way the moment they saw him. scaramouche is filled with nothing but loathe for this wretched teyvat he roams and the heavenly celestia that watches upon him. why did they take you of all people? what made you leave?

these are the type of things that he's thinking the second he sees you after lesser lord kusanali takes the gnosis away from him. he can't tell whether it's real, and in this case, it probably isn't. but he hasn't seen you in so long, he doesn't care if it's short lived. scaramouche allows himself to sink into your embrace, unknowing of the fact that he's falling to the ground after the wires of the machine detached from him.

"it hurts, (y/n). i don't want to be here anymore," he cries into the crook of your neck as you hush him, your fingers brushing through his hair. "you're the strongest i've come to known, my kunikuzushi. continue what you began for me. i'll be waiting for you."

a kiss is planted against his forehead and he awakes from his slumber.

you adored me before, oh my good looking boy.

in a frightened state, the wanderer looks left and right, searching for your whereabouts. it doesn't take him very long to find you, for you're sound asleep next to him. he slowly gulps and his hand hovers over your face in hesitation. dear teyvat and celestia above, can something go right for once? just this once, as he's suffered for so many years and he doesn't wish for it to continue.

your eyelids flutter open and he quickly retracts his hand. you look at him and your lips form a smile. the smile he came to love and missed for the longest time. then, you part your beautiful lips to speak, and your voice is as soft and gentle as ever. "what are you doing up so late, dear? you and the traveler have a busy day tomorrow, don't you?"

you ask as you gather all of your strength to sit up, still half-asleep. he struggles to release a sentence from his mouth, even a word would do good, but he just couldn't. his lips are agape as he marvels at your presence. you sleepily giggle, "oh, love. you can't keep slacking off, you know that, right? the traveler's little fairy... thing, paimon, is constantly talking about how you seem so lost in your thoughts all of the time."

"i..." a word. he finally speaks. "can i..." all of a sudden, tears begin to stream down his face and you're taken aback. "k-kunikuzushi, are you alright?" you question him in a panicking state as you're fully awake, sitting on your knees to examine his face. he takes it upon himself to hide his face in the crook of your neck, his arms slithering around your torso as he clings to you for dear life. his hands are clutching at you as if you were to disappear at any given moment, but it never happens.

the one and only time, can he feel relieved. his muscles aren't as strained anymore as he allows his frail body to make your embrace its home. you pause, your movements at a stop as your body is tense, but you rest your hand in his hair. "can i stay here? i don't feel like helping the traveler with whatever tomorrow..." he mumbles, hoping you'd say yes, at the very least. a chuckle escapes your lips.

"of course, love. we need more time alone, don't we? but for now, let's rest together." you pull away as he does and you slot your lips into his. he eagerly indulges in the kiss and his chest, though heartless, comes to be filled with a happy warmth that can cause a grin to break out onto his features. "rest with you... i need that, more than ever."

© scaralvr.

#(⌒▽⌒)☆ : myst's library !! #gender neutral reader #genshin impact #genshin #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x reader #genshin imagines #genshin imagine #genshin fanfic #genshin fanfics #genshin fanfiction #genshin fanfictions #scaramouche #genshin fluff #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche angst #genshin angst #scaramouche fanfiction #scaramouche fanfic

[a-stitch-in-time-and-space]

kai winn is one of the most tragic characters in star trek canon. shaped by occupation, by violence, and by the fates decreed by literal god-like beings that know and affect the future, and always trying to honour the rights of these gods without ever being given direction from them, while others who haven't suffered for them or at times people who don't even really believe in them are granted visions and support. she's guided by what she has before her, and she's steadfast about honouring her ideals right up until the the final straw breaks her back, and it takes a long time for that straw to land. and even that turning is apparently beyond her control, fated to have happened the whole time. she was never in control of her destiny and her destiny was never to honour her gods like she desperately wanted to

textbook shakespearian classic tragedy. you perform the exact role that you are meant to perform and you're lauded for it, except for perhaps those naysayers who don't understand or who weren't worthy of the status they have to begin with by all accounts of the rules that have always applied until now, until suddenly (or so gradually that you didn't notice the change) that role becomes something villainous, and then you shun the people who abandoned you first. it was always going to end this way. she was never going to be okay. she was never going to get answers. the narrative is the prophets and the prophets were always bringing her right here. the betrayal of it all.

#kai winn #winn adami #ds9 #st: ds9 #star trek #on the flipside we can always imagine there were lesbian orgies in the temples... ritualistic/for the prophets of course

[hoe4flo]

Standing at Death's Doorstep

Yelena Belova x Reader

Trigger Warnings: main character death, R death, betrayal from Avenger, graphic violence involving guns and physical violence, graphic description of injuries, cursing. Additionally, R does have electricity manipulation and is an expert hacker.

Word Count: ?

Synopsis:

A heavily influenced fics by the songs Fourth of July by Sufjan Stevens, You're Gonna Go Far by Noah Kahan, and when the party's over by Billie Eilish. Additionally, I listened to this playlist while writing: click link here. A fic in which a mission failure alters the lives of the Avengers as they lose one of their own unexpectedly.

A/N: I'm going back to my roots with this one. I love writing angst. I hope you enjoy gut-wrenching fics bc that is coming your way.

я тебя люблю - I love you.

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It all started as a reconnaissance mission until it turned into a death wish.

Steven, Natasha, Yelena, and (Y/n) stood on the other side of a building. Moments before they relocated, they had been ambushed outside a separate warehouse. Their informant led them there where they found evidence they were led astray, that they were at the wrong building. While they were able to pinpoint the right building, they were unfortunately caught in a small skirmish that ended in them barely escaping. It was beginning to be obvious that somewhere within the Avengers there had to be a spy, but they weren't able to focus on that right now. Right now, the only thing they could focus on was their next move. So, they looked to their leader for instructions.

"Here's what's going to happen," Steve instructed, looking around to make sure his group wasn't followed. Whatever action they performed next would be crucial to their newfound mission. "(Y/n), I'm sending you into the building with me. We will each be on two opposite sides so we have a greater chance of getting the information we need. Yelena, I need you to be ready with the helicopter for a quick exit. Finally, Natasha, I need you to be our lookout. If there is any sign of trouble, I can count on you to try to be our distraction. Backup has been called, but no one has gotten back to us yet."

There was an air of tension around them as Yelena wiped the blood off of (Y/n)'s lips. They were still trying to recuperate while Steve was giving orders. But that was life as an Avenger. There were rarely any breaks when it came to missions. (Y/n) glanced over to Yelena, but her hazel eyes were trained on anything but her. It was obvious that Yelena was worried but neither of them could admit that. They knew they needed to focus on the mission and do what they were asked. It was all for the greater good, right? Steve gave (Y/n) a moment, walking towards the building. This moment allowed (Y/n) to kiss Yelena,

"I'll see you at the helicopter," (Y/n) confirmed with her girlfriend, earning a stiff nod from Yelena, It was obvious that she didn't want to be stuck as the getaway driver. She hated leaving (Y/n) alone on missions that they were put on together. It was why they weren't typically put together. Everyone would remind Yelena that (Y/n) had powers and that she would be fine. However, she wasn't always so convinced. "It's going to be okay, Yelena. After our mission, we're going to go back home and take a long nap like we always do. I'll see you soon, baby. I love you."

This caused a small smile to fall onto her lips as she kissed (Y/n) again. "Okay, detka. я тебя люблю." (Y/n) took ahold of Yelena's hand, giving it a soft squeeze before walking away with Steve. There was a nervousness brewing in her stomach as Steve reminded everyone to turn on their communication devices.

(Y/n) entered first from her side of the building as Steve circled to make sure the building was clear before entering on the opposite side of the building. Where Yelena stood, she kept her observant eye on what was happening, despite Natasha's current and prime position at the building. She wished Steve had chosen her to enter that building with him because she knew that whatever was coming was going to be a death match.

(Y/n) crept into the building, hearing a crackle in her ear. "(Y/n)," Steve called through the earpiece, his voice a whisper. (Y/n) checked her surroundings as she listened for what Steve needed. She was a sitting duck, and she didn't even know it yet. "I found the room with the information, no one is here. Are you in a safe position to meet me where I am?" Steve inquired. (Y/n) held up her wrist, her watch exposing a holographic map with four dots. The blue one was Steve. She was surprised to see how close they were.

There was a nervous feeling that engulfed her body as she looked around, checking in two other rooms before swallowing thickly. Why was this building so empty? "Yes, I can," (Y/n) confirmed, unaware of what she was getting herself into. She did what Steve said, meeting him in a room with a cabinet that had a password lock. It looked electronic. Steve glanced at her, and it was obvious what she wanted him to do. "It's weird, right? This building is so empty, This just seems too easy after what happened at the warehouse." (Y/n) spoke, working to crack the code. It took only a minute before there was a click and the lock opened, exposing files.

There was one with her name on it, which was known. After all, she had been saved by Steve and Bucky from HYDRA a long time ago. However, when she saw the one that read 'Agent Steve Rogers,' her eyes widened and her mouth grew dry. "I don't think it's that strange," Steve said, taking the file from the cabinet, he made eye contact with her as he pulled out a lighter. Pieces began to click in place for (Y/n) as she watched him set the file on fire as he slowly walked toward her. "You can't tell me you're surprised. I think a part of you knew I was the spy since the very beginning." Steve spoke, two men walking into the room.

Both men had guns. They were big and burly, and (Y/n) grew terrified. She wasn't scared of them, per se. She was scared of Steve. (Y/n) swallowed thickly as she stared at him with a deadpanned look. He was right, after all. She did suspect it was him. Not wanting to upset anyone, he kept quiet, She should've spoken up, but she didn't. She flinched as Steve approached her, taking the earpiece from her ear and crushing it between his fingers.

"I think I understand now. This whole mission was always supposed to be deadly. You knew that you would be killing someone today. You knew it would be me. You brought me here to hack into the cabinet in an old office to erase your file. However, now that I know who you are, you're going to try to kill me." (Y/n) stated, causing Steve to smirk down at her. The usual kind smile and soft blue eyes were gone. She felt betrayed and hurt as she looked at the man whose eyes were now hard and deadly. "Why would you go through all that work of adopting me a few years ago if you were just going to kill me? Did you only see me as a pig for slaughter?"

Steve hummed, grabbing her face in his hand and squishing her cheeks. She gripped his arm at the sudden pain he was causing. "I thought I could turn you into me. You're too much like Bucky, though. As for the pig for slaughter… I'll always see you that, even when you're six feet un-" A scream of pain ripped through his chest as (Y/n) electrocuted him, burning off a layer of his blue-sleeved suit. As he let go, and (Y/n) went to electrocute the other two men, they opened fire.

A blazing pain ripped through her shoulder, and she assumed that was her only injury as adrenaline pumped through her body. She electrocuted the men, watching them fall to the ground before taking off. She had to run before Steve recovered. Unfortunately, that wasn't soon enough as she was thrown onto the wall. She couldn't allow herself to fall to him despite his hand on her throat. Remembering her training, she calmed her body as she kicked, her foot making contact with his stomach. She successfully knocked the wind out of him, causing him to let her go. (Y/n) fell but didn't allow any of the pain to stop her. She punched him in the face, using her electricity to make the pain double.

She looked back as she ran, watching him grip his face in pain. As she made it down the stairs, Natasha was waiting, her widow's bite drawn until she saw (Y/n). "Natasha, we have to go. We have to go right now. Steve's the spy." Natasha's face hardened as she took hold of (Y/n) trying to help her out. (Y/n)'s breathing grew labored as she grew nauseous. Her hand fell to her stomach, feeling warm liquid. "Natasha… I think- I think I'm bleeding." She knew she was shot in the shoulder but she didn't know they hit her in the stomach.

Natasha chose to keep quiet as she moved to contact Yelena, However, she watched as a helicopter landed in front of her, the door swinging open. There was a frantic look on Yelena's face as she helped Natasha get (Y/n) into the helicopter. "What happened?" She questioned as Natasha took control of the helicopter. "Where's Steve?" She added, him being an afterthought. He just wasn't as important to her as the well-being of her girlfriend.

"This whole… This whole mission was a fake out. Steve is an agent. He pulled his old files and burned them." (Y/n) sucked in a breath, tears falling down her face. Automatically, Yelena grabbed her hand, drawing up their location on her watch. With the speed they were going, it was going to be an hour that they didn't have. Immediately, she grabbed a tourniquet, trying to slow the bleeding on her shoulder before adding pressure to (Y/n)'s shoulder. "Yelena, I don't want to die. Please, please, I don't want to die…"

Yelena had to swallow a sob as Natasha tried her best to fly faster. "You're not going to die, Malishka. You just need to breathe, I'm right here with you, okay?" Yelena questioned, kissing her girlfriend's clammy forehead. She refused to acknowledge how scared she truly was. She didn't want to cause any more fear for (Y/n). "What movie should we watch tonight when we take our nap? I'm thinking of the Godfather." Yelena turned the subject into something they would do. She was hoping that this would provide some kind of comfort. Relief filled her when she heard a small laugh escape (Y/n) as her tired eyes met Yelena's hazel.

"Yel… Yelena, we can't keep watching the s- the same movie over and over again." There was a playfulness that glittered in her darkening eyes. Yelena let out a fake gasp, pretending to be offended, This earned a weak nudge from (Y/n) as she smiled slightly, her eyes fluttering close for a moment. "I want to take my nap now. Yelena, I'm so, so tired."

Twenty minutes. She just needed twenty minutes and they would be there and Dr. Helen Cho would meet them there and save her. She looked back at Natasha, who nodded as she called for the Avengers Tower to be ready. "We're almost there, Malishka. Stay awake for me. Let's talk about our future. I picked out a few new baby names that I need you to hear and approve of. I was thinking of Anastasia or Natalia. What do you think?" She questioned in a fervent attempt to keep (Y/n) awake. It was becoming more important as they grew closer. They were too close for Yelena to lose her.

(Y/n) turned her head, her brows furrowing. She knew she had to stay awake. She needed Wanda to look in her mind and to confirm everything. Not everyone was going to believe her. (Y/n) was a realist, she knew she wasn't going to survive, but if she could just hang on a little longer, then she was going to try her best. She tried to keep her eyes open. She tried to focus on Yelena's beautiful eyes that were tainted with worry along her face. There was a bigger part of (Y/n) that didn't want to just hang on for Wanda to confirm what she went through. She wanted to hang on for the future that she promised to Yelena.

They were supposed to move out of the Avengers Tower, eventually. They were going to get married. Natasha was going to be Yelena's maid of honor and Kate was going to be (Y/n)'s. They chose Peter to be the ring bearer, for jokes, and Morgan was going to be the flower girl. They were going to have kids of their own. But now, visions of their future seemed to be fading away with every struggling breath that escaped (Y/n), no matter how hard she tried to hang on to life. She wasn't ready to die, she was terrified, even though she was trying to accept her fate. She wanted her future with Yelena more than anything, but she knew she was never going to have that. Her time clock was just ticking away, and she was growing more aware of how close to the end she was.

There was a thud, causing her to wince, sucking in a deep breath. "We're here," Natasha called out. Before they could escape the helicopter, they were met with a few of the Avengers doctors, including Helen Cho, and a stretcher. They tried their best to move (Y/n) without making anything worse, and (Y/n) clutched Yelena's hand. Admittedly, she was fearful as she tried to keep her eyes open. It was hard given how fast everything was going and the pain she was in. She felt borderline dizziness taking over her senses. Maybe that was just the loss of blood though. "You're going to be okay," Natasha said, catching up with the stretcher. (Y/n) wasn't completely sure if that message was for her or Yelena, though.

"I need you… I need you two to get Wanda." She spoke through gritted teeth, tears cascading down her dirty and bloody cheeks. The sisters glanced at each other, wondering why they needed Wanda. It was obvious to (Y/n) that they were hesitating. "Please. Not e- everyone is going to believe us. She… She could get into my mind and… and she could confirm everything. We need her."

Natasha nodded towards Yelena before parting ways as she went to find Wanda. "You can't go past this point, Belova. I need to help her. We'll give her clearance when Wanda gets here, but for now, I need to focus." Helen stated, causing Yelena to open her mouth in protest before she saw (Y/n) weakly shake her head. Yelena bit her trembling lip, terrified that this was the end.

"я тебя люблю, Solnishko." She whispered, causing (Y/n) to smile tiredly. "I love you too, little moon."

Yelena paced for a long time, feeling jealous when Wanda was able to enter the procedure room. Natasha eventually got Yelena to sit down, holding her sister as she cried. When the time came for Helen and Wanda to exit, both women looked grim. Helen looked stressed and exhausted. Wanda had tears brimming in her eyes as she stood there with a sorrowful look. Natasha and Yelena stood, ready to hear what they had to say. However, it was obvious by the looks on their faces that it wasn't good.

"(Y/n) hung on for just enough time for Wanda to find out exactly what happened. Once the information had been received, she flatlined. I tried to save her, but we couldn't get her back." Helen swallowed thickly, not being able to meet Yelena's eyes. She never thought she was going to have to say goodbye to any of the Avengers she had worked so diligently to keep healthy. "(Y/n) didn't make it. Steve Rogers was her killer."

There was a long pause, a ringing filling Yelena's ears as she let the information sink in. She had never expected to lose the love of her life, but here she stood, feeling hollow. She felt dizzy, stumbling back to sit down. Natasha quickly pulled Yelena into her arms and ripped through the air. Yelena hadn't felt like this since she was ripped away from her family all those years ago before the Red Room. She wanted someone to tell her it was all a lie, that (Y/n) was okay. But that moment never came to fruition.

Wanda placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, clearing her throat in order to clear the crying she was trying to hide. "Yelena, before we lost her, I was talking to her in her mind… She said that she loves you, and she wants you to know that you are the reason that she died happy. She knew you loved her and she said, if it was her time to go, that was all she needed to know. I can… I can show you later if you want or need." Wanda said, pursing her lips to stop herself from crying. A part of Wanda felt guilty for being the last one to communicate with (Y/n).

Yelena smiled a bit, still able to hear (Y/n) voice in her mind. Looking over to Wanda, she gave her a soft hug. Hidden deep inside Yelena, she felt angry that she even trusted Steve. She knew that there was something off about just him and (Y/n) going into the building, but she let them go. (Y/n) was the greatest thing that the Avengers lost, and it was all because of Steve Rogers. As she pulled away from Wanda, she journeyed to her room.

She refused to let (Y/n)'s memory die without killing the man who took her life. She knew that she was going to have to do this alone, but she felt revenge tingling at the tips of her fingers. She wasn't sure if (Y/n) would have wanted that, but she couldn't ask either. So, this wasn't going to be about just (Y/n) anymore. It was about taking down Steve Rogers and anyone that stood in her path. Natasha put a hand on Yelena's shoulder, a knowing look in her eyes.

"Don't think you're going without us." Behind her were Wanda and Kate, ready for anything that came their way.

#yelena belova x reader #yelena belova #marvel x reader #marvel #mcu x reader #mcu

[onlylovingstrangers]

BREAKING UP WITH ATSUMU

This was not how you'd pictured your vacation.

You stormed ruefully down the marble steps. Your footsteps echoed, and so did the sob that tore out of you as you whirled around, facing the man who so urgently shadowed you.

"I can explain," his eyes were wild, coiffed hair desperately messy, hands gesturing wildly. "Please. Please, I beg. Just— let me explain, okay baby? I'll get on my knees. Just hear me out, okay baby?"

Atsumu sure knows how to put on an act, you realized.

All this time, you'd known he was theatrical. You just hadn't expected his performance to be so good.

"You, you beg me?" The fresh wave of tears surging stung your skin, sensitive from the millions of tears you had already shed. "That might just be the most ridiculous thing you've said tonight."

You'd thought you were playing the role of a lover. You see now you've been given the role of a fool.

Three months ago, when Atsumu showed you the reservation he'd made — a five star resort, the most luxurious spa package available, private pool access, a whole suite for the two of you — you thought he was bringing you here to propose to you.

It had all checked out. You've been living together for a couple of years, he loved your family and they loved him, and — perhaps the most soul-baring of them all — you had just told him your deepest, darkest secret. I used to be cyber bullied, you told him, blushing because you didn't want him to think that something was wrong with you, like that anonymous bastard did.

I was bullied really badly.

So badly that you had stopped going to school for the rest of the year. So badly that for the rest of high school, you took online classes for a graduation certificate instead. So badly that you'd suffered so many violent panic attacks, anxiety attacks, and nightmares that you contemplated ending things.

The next day, Atsumu had surprised you with a large envelope in his hands.

So yeah, you thought he was about to propose. Not in a million years did you think Atsumu was bringing you here to confess all these years later that he had been the bully. The one who sent all things demeaning and hateful to your inbox, the one who humiliated you for the whole school to like and comment and retweet and reblog.

"I—"

"No," you spit. "You don't get to talk to me."

Your mother had cried on your behalf. Your father had gotten on his knees at the police station so they would pursue the case seriously.

"I just one thing to say," Atsumu says breathlessly. "I know I'm an absolute piece of shit. The worst. I can't even begin ta explain or make amends, ever. I know,..."

You'd prayed for revenge. And here, finally, the opportunity presented itself.

Fate took weird twists and turns, but in the end, you came out on top.

Because you knew his vulnerable spot. You knew Atsumu had a violent fear of being abandoned.

His mother had left when he was in junior high, leaving him and his brother to fend for themselves. His father was emotionally distant for most of his life. His brother had deserted their dream of pro-volleyball to become a chef, and though Atsumu spoke heartily of Miya Onigiri, you knew that deep down, the betrayal still stung.

You used to think that Atsumu's suffering was precocious, that his terror of being left behind was a sign of his humility. Now you thought it was simply a by product of being so wholly self-obsessed, of being dangerously self-entrenched.

"...just wanta let ya know. I love you. I can't undo the past—"

"That's right," you said coldly. "You can't undo the past, but I can fill in the future. I don't want to see you ever again."

Suddenly the air tore, sounding like a paper ripping in half.

Where the hell was this sound coming from? Atsumu felt like he couldn't breathe. He sunk to his knees, clutching his throat.

He looked up at you with wide eyes, clutching his throat. How could you be so composed when he was dying?

You stood still, wiping the last of your tears coolly. "Oh, you're fine," you told him. "You're only having a little panic attack. And you know what? You deserve it." You turned on your heel to leave.

"Wait!" Atsumu managed to rasp. "Wait!" He was crying, he realized. Salty tears dropped from the tip of his nose, leapt from the edge of his jawline. "Ya can be mad at me, ya can hate me, ya can want to kill me, but ya can't leave me! Ya can't not need me anymore! Ya can't go," his voice cracked.

You became a silhouette, then a speck, and then part of the horizon.

"She'll come back," he whispered to himself as a mantra. "She'll come back. She'll come back. She'll come back. She'll —" something was digging sharply into his backside. The pain managed to somewhat snap him out of his trance.

Atsumu pulled out a velvet box from his back pocket.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyū!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #miya atsumu #hq atsumu #atsumu x you #atsumu x y/n #atsumu x reader #atsumu angst #atsumu drabble #haikyuu angst

[leonstoenailunderhisbed]

A dancer dies twice

LeonKennedy x ballet!fem!reader

Summary: Leon attends ballet performances from time to time and a certain dancer caught his eye. An unexpected turn occurred and the favored ballet dancer stopped performing, causing Leon’s heart to break a little.

Warning: comfort/angst. mention of depression and weight loss. not proofread lol. nothing sexual but still.

a/n: I’ve been having this idea for quite some time lol. Why did I stop ballet dancing? Idk, I was a dumb kid lmao.

“A dancer dies twice - one when they stop dancing, and this first death is painful.”

The curtains were closed as Leon walked towards his reserved seat in the house. He wasn’t like other people nowadays dressing causally, he dressed up in his fancy suit. The first button of his dress shirt unbuttoned, just the way he always preferred. He finally got himself a small vacation and what better way to enjoy the weekend than watching a group of people dance along to Tchaikovsky?

He shifted in his seat as he looked over the pamphlet of the acts. He doesn’t know a thing about ballet but he does know that he likes the emotions conveyed in the way the dancers move. Whether it was the betrayal in Swan Lake or the serene feeling of the sugarplum fairy from The Nutcracker, he loved it all. But he would never admit it to his colleagues.

The orchestra began to play in a crescendo as the curtains pulled open, revealing a group of white dressed ballerinas huddled in a circle. And that’s when that serene feeling came. The ballerinas danced in their point shoes as their skirts moved gracefully every time they did a pirouette. It felt magical and he felt a sense of relief. Leon was an analytical guy, he analyzes everything he sees and tonight was no different. For tonight, he noticed a certain new dancer. Her hair tied up in the same bun as the other ballerinas but somehow it looked better on her. The white corset she was wearing hugged her lean figure just right, her arms moved under the spotlight swiftly. As if she was a doll. This was her performance.

Leon kept attending each time he could just to watch her. To watch the way her arm and leg angled perfectly at every arabesque she did, her grand jeté followed by the common chassé. She was just breathtaking. As if her purpose was to dance all night. And she did. She was the white swan. She was Clara. For months he watched as she slowly took over the main roles, she was that good.

But all that good came down with a price. Recently, he noticed the way she started to appear less and less. She danced the lesser roles now. And he couldn’t help but wonder why? Was she okay? Is she taking care of herself? For nights he felt worried. He even searched up her name online to find her social media. But the poor man couldn’t find it. It’s like all she did was perform.

Until one day, he spotted her walking down the street from her dance studio. He was out for a smoke when he saw her in her practice clothes, backpack over her shoulders as she walked towards her car. His eyes widened at the sight and he quickly threw his cigarette on the floor and put it out with his foot. He looked both ways before crossing the street and began to make his way towards her.

She didn’t notice until he spoke out to her, “Hey, you performed last week, right?” He asked even though he knew the answer already. She turned around and looked at him surprised but quickly smiled politely.

“Yes, I did. Did you enjoy the show?” She asked in her quiet voice, she seemed tired. He couldn’t help but nod as he looked down at her. “Yeah- you were amazing.” He mumbled under his breath, his heart beating fast as he began to feel his ears turn pink. She was even more beautiful up close.

And god was her laugh even more breathtaking. She giggled at his words and that only made him want to make her laugh even more. Just to hear that beautiful laugh.

It’s been a few days after their exchange and he couldn’t help but feel like a teenage boy for being able to get her Instagram. Turns out she purposely hid her account from the ballet house. Makes sense since she looked like the type to not want to be bombarded with messages from strangers.

They texted for some time and he kept attending her shows. He even bought her flowers after one performance in which she got the main role again. His heart nearly bursted into little pieces as he watched the look of surprise and joy on her face when she saw the flowers. He wanted to make this girl happy, as much as he could. So he kept bringing her gifts. And she kept them in a special memory box. It was all so romantic.

One day, she was walking home from dance practice with her headphones on. She was talking to Leon on the phone about some minor things like how much her feet hurt and how she needed new shoes. And he listened to her, no matter how much she talked because she talked a lot. He took in every word and analyzed it. Should he buy her the shoes? He would gladly spend his money on her if it meant she’ll keep dancing. If it meant she’ll keep following her dreams.

It was all going great until she noticed a car swerving slightly. She shrugged and kept walking as she talked to Leon over the phone. The car kept getting closer and closer until it swerved right into her direction. Her instincts jumped in and she was able to dodge the car, but her leg got caught under the tire. She screamed in pain and Leon quickly tracked down her location. He got his keys and drove to her, he didn’t care how fast he was going. He needed to be there, he needed to help her.

When he parked on the side of the road, he saw her holding on her leg as the driver staggered in his walk. He was drunk, Leon thought to himself. A drunk driver just ran over a dancer. A ballet dancer’s worst dream came true in the snap of a finger. Leon felt a lot of things. Anger, frustration, sadness, he felt it all. And his heart broke even more as he saw how much she was crying. He ran to her side and quickly called the ambulance.

He sat waiting in the lobby of the hospital as she was undergoing surgery. She had suffered a bone fracture and needed immediate medical attention. He stayed up as much as he could and waited for her. He would ask any doctor how she was doing, and honestly, no one told him anything yet.

Her assigned doctor finally came out and approached Leon. He told him that she was currently sleeping from the anesthesia but that he could see her. And he rushed towards the room she was in.

He saw how she laid on the bed, peacefully sleeping. He saw how she had wires tied to her arm. He heard the sound of her heart monitor beep at a normal pace. He slowly approached her and sat on the chair next to her bed. Leon took her hand and squeezed it gently. He couldn’t do anything except wait for her to open her eyes.

And he waited.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked around as her vision tried to adjust to the harsh hospital lights. She looked down at Leon’s head resting on her bed as he held on to her hand. She smiled softly until she looked down at the cast on her leg. Her face fell and her heart shattered.

Her quiet sobs reached Leon’s ears and he woke up immediately. He cupped her face with his hands and brought her to his chest as she cried. She wrapped her hands around his back and held on to him. Her whole passion and dreams were now gone. And it wasn’t even her fault.

She spent months in her bed, getting up only to eat and go to the bathroom. But that was it. Leon took the liberty to take care of her. To bathe her, to feed her, to try and distract her. But she always had that emptiness in her eyes. Her light was gone and she was no longer under the spotlight. The ballet house had to let her go since her leg was so injured she couldn’t dance ballet anymore. She could dance but just not ballet. And it broke her soul.

She would no longer wait for the curtains to open, she would no longer dance along to the orchestra, she would no longer spot Leon sitting among the crowd watching her. It was all gone.

Leon slept on the couch as he took care of her. But even from the living room he could hear her cries. He noticed the way she lost her muscle and lost weight.

He walked to her room and sat down on the side of the bed with food. “You need to eat, y/n…” he spoke softly as he laid his hand on her shoulder. “I’m not hungry.”

He couldn’t do anything but frown. He didn’t want to force her to get better but he also hated seeing her in this state. He would do anything to go back in time and prevented the whole thing from even happening.

He helped her shower, kneeling down against the bathtub as she had her back to him. She had her knees on her chest and hugged her legs. His fingers gently massaged the shampoo into her scalp. It wasn’t anything sexual. He was just trying to help her.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled under her breath as he poured water down her hair to wash off the shampoo. He furrowed his brows and replied back in a soft voice, “What for?”

She rested her chin on her knees and continued, “For all of this. I feel like a burden to you. You could be doing better things but instead you’re taking care of my depressed ass…”

His heart broke again, his fingers stopped going through her wet hair as he tried to think of a way to reply to her. “You’re not a burden… I chose to take care of you, none of this is your fault…” he whispered softly. She frowned as he kept washing her hair, “I know but… I just feel so… empty.”

He couldn’t do anything except stare at the back of her head with a sad look. He kept washing her hair and her body in silence. He wasn’t a man of words but he hoped that his actions spoke for the lack communication. He hoped she took his actions as a way of comfort. Because he knows what it’s like to lose something you love. He knows that feeling all too well.

He helped her into some new pajamas and tucked her to bed. He was about to leave when she took hold of his wrist, “Stay.”

She wanted him to stay.

And he did. He laid down next to her on the bed. She laid her head on his chest and cried. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer to him. His shirt getting wet from her tears but he didn’t care. Leon ran his hand through her hair as the other rubbed her back gently. Her hands gripped on his shirt as she sobbed.

Her head remained on his chest as she slept after crying. And he did not move. He stayed like he told her to. Not because he was forced, but because he wanted to.

And he’d stay all the time if he was able to.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #leon scott kennedy #resident evil #leon kennedy angst #re4 leon #re4r leon #id leon kennedy #death island leon #re2 leon #re2r leon #light angst

[whumperfultime]

Tarot-Inspired Whump Prompts

I'm enthusiastic about both whump and tarot and those interests were bound to collide at some point. So I wrote a list of writing prompts inspired by the Major Arcana! Five prompts for each card, so there should be something for everyone. Enjoy!

(Also, if you happen to write anything based on any of these, feel free to tag me! I'd be honored to read it.)

The Fool: Accidental whump. Misplaced trust. Leap of faith. Taking a risk. Falling from a high place.

The Magician: Magical whump. Manipulation. Mind control. A charismatic and confident character. A table full of tools for inflicting pain.

The High Priestess: Keeping secrets. Blindfolded whumpee relying on their other senses. Guarding something or someone. Intuitively noticing when something or someone has changed. Cult setting/dynamics.

The Empress: Gilded cage. Lady whump (if you're into that). Comfort in material things. Gentle caretaker. Whumpee not used to experiencing abundance and safety.

The Emperor: Strict whumper and/or strict rules. Royal whump. Wartime. Stoic leader trying to remain calm for the sake of their team. High security.

The Hierophant: Religious whump. Institutionalized whump. Punished for questioning authority. Pressure to conform. Power leading to corruption.

The Lovers: Yandere whump. Sadistic choice. Forced to watch. Protectiveness. Multiple whumpees, whumpers, caretakers, etc.

The Chariot: Car crash. On the run. Kidnapped and forced into a vehicle. Lost and stranded. Unwanted and distressing thoughts.

Strength: Whumpee turned caretaker or whumper. Monster character. Patient caretaker. Animal attack. Emotional support animal.

The Hermit: Isolation. Sensory deprivation. Neglect. Feeling like an outcast. Going into hiding.

Wheel of Fortune: Bad luck. Time heals all wounds. Long-term captivity. Painful anniversaries. Wrong place, wrong time.

Justice: Whumper being arrested. Detached/indifferent whumper or caretaker. Wrongful imprisonment. Privileges vs. punishments. Shutting off emotions so logic can take over.

The Hanged Man: Stress position. Caught in a net. Restrained and abandoned. Hanging. Standing cuffs.

Death: Grief. Recovery milestones. Immortal whumpee dying over and over. Left behind. Visiting a grave.

Temperance: Drugged whumpee. Personality changes due to trauma. Angel character. Poisoning. Mad scientist whumper.

The Devil: Demon character. Sadistic whumper. Addiction and unhealthy coping mechanisms. Pet whump. Collared.

The Tower: Building collapse. Struck by lightning. Drastic change. A character being overpowered. Shocking revelation or betrayal.

The Star: Bathing (whether this is peaceful or whumpy is up to you). Drowning. Finally being able to rest. Anything having to do with recovery. Dehydration.

The Moon: Nightmares. Lost in the woods. Werewolf character. Illusions or hallucinations. Running on pure survival instinct.

The Sun: Sunburn. Public figure whumpee. Forced to perform. First time outside after being held captive. Heatstroke.

Judgement: Revenge. Sound torture. Deity character. Punishment. Resurrected from the dead.

The World: Endings (positive or negative). Breaking the cycle of abuse. Overwhelmed by choices. Regaining personal autonomy. Closure and acceptance (or lack thereof).

#whump prompts #whump ideas #whump community #whumpblr #this was really fun to make and i'm very proud of the finished result #if i get really brave maybe i'll post a scene or story of my own someday

[ladyloveandjustice]

My Top 12 Favorite Anime of 2023 (and more)!

This was a great year for anime, so here's a long list of my top 12 (including some bonus great anime). If you get tired of clicking the review links, check out my anime overview collection for all of them here.  You can also check out my list of favorite manga here!

Some of these are ongoing, so consider those only a review of the first cour-- no official endorsement on the rest because it hasn't aired yet!

Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch From Mercury (Season 2)

When I listed G-Witch in last year's top anime list, I prayed the show wouldn't betray me. Fortunately, it didn't! Though the final half of the show was a bit rushed, it remained must-see, compelling sci-fi full of exciting twists and turns. And I adore the well developed romance between the robot-piloting protagonist and precious girl, Suletta, and her fierce fiancé, Miorine.  Whether you’re here for starcrossed queer lovers, robots wrecking each other, tense battles between opposing political factions, or morally-horrifying moms on a revenge spree, you’re in for a treat.

See my full review here.

Yuri is my Job!

Hime is roped into working at a cafe where the waitresses playact as students of the fictional all girl’s school from a beloved novel series. However, Hime finds her co-worker, Mitsuki, has an inexplicable grudge against her. Thus begins a tangled web of romance and wounded feelings among the girls in the cafe! Yuri is My Job seems like a fun comedy boasting a cast full of quirky lesbians, but then reveals itself to be a complicated and fascinating examination of performance- as it intersects with queerness, girlhood,  and the desire to be “likeable” and “cute". It's top-tier lesbian drama full of fraught relationships and it's absolutely worth a watch.

See my full review here.

The Apothecary Diaries (still ongoing, review is for the first cour)

Though it's still going, I have to sing the praises of this dazzling anime about a saavy apothecary who uses her medical expertise to solve the many murders and betrayals in the Emperor's palace. MaoMao is a fantastic lead, a poison-obsessed gremlin who's whip-smart, deadpan, and fun to follow. The Apothecary Diaries has intrigue, well-developed characters, and an impeccable atmosphere. It tells a great range of stories, from romantic triumph, to bittersweet tales of recovering from grief, to pure tragedies. I'm totally hooked.

See my full review here.

The Magical Revolution of the Reincarnated Princess and the Genius Young Lady

When Euphie is dumped by her fiance at a ball, the oddball princess Anis rescues her.  Euphie becomes Anis' assistant in her quest to develop magical tools. The girls also start to develop feelings for each other, while discovering a conspiracy among the nobility. I'm always desperately in need of cool lesbians having action-packed fantasy adventures, and Magirevo delivers. The characters grow in entertaining ways, we get to see them fight dragons in killer action scenes, and the romantic development is completely satisfying. It's a simple story at its core, but the lovable characters, joyous queerness and jubilant execution make it a great watch.

See my full review here.

Birdie Wing: Golf Girls' Story (Season 2)

In the second season of the anime about girls homoerotically golfing while dealing with the mafia and ludicrous family drama, Birdie Wing remains a bombastically absurd sports anime that is fun all the way through. Please come watch these girls get ridiculous sports  injuries, scream their super golf attacks, experience extremely extra plot twists--and be super gay with each other, of course. The finale didn't go quite as hard as I wanted (and the romance is more subtexual than I wanted), but you need to allow yourself to experience the madness of Birdie Wing.

See full review here.

Skip and Loafer

An endearingly dorky, earnest, and driven girl moves from her small town to Tokyo. While she struggles to adjust, she befriends a nice popular boy who's got some baggage. Skip and Loafer is a show that’s like a warm hug. It's sweet, entertaining and funny. It handles adolescent struggles with tender nuance. There's a emphasis on kindness, connection, and looking past stereotypes and misconceptions. It also includes a trans character who's treated with respect (and is a great character in general!) Let this show touch your heart.

See my full review here.

Undead Murder Farce

An immortal woman has had most of her body stolen by a mysterious man. Reduced to a head carried around by her maid, she teams up with a half-demon man to track the thief down while solving supernatural mysteries all across Victorian England.

This a fun, campy mystery series starring three asshole weirdo protagonists,  it’s bursting with supernatural creatures and literary references. We've got Sherlock Holmes, The Phantom of the Opera, Carmilla and more...along with a vampire murders and werewolf drama galore. UDM is a wonderful romp with stylish, slick direction... and it’s unexpectedly really gay.  I’m aching to see more of these scrappy misfits and their adventures.

See my full review here.

Migi & Dali

A story of twins who are pretending to be one kid in order to fool their foster parents and find out who killed their mother. It starts out as an utterly absurd comedy becomes a impressive and genuinely tense murder mystery that is incredibly moving at times, all while keeping up it’s signature brand of goofiness. There’s genuine commentary on abuse, the damage you can do to children by forcing perfection on them, the struggle of being a foster kid, grief and recovery and more. There's also some great character development. It's a weird one, but it's absolutely worth sticking with.

See full review here.

Pluto

Somebody is killing the most advanced robots in the  world and murdering humans alongside them. A robot detective is trying to track this killer down, but he might be compromised as well. Pluto is a tense, tense, tightly plotted robot murder mystery that keeps you on the edge of your seat. Through robots, it explores the idea of being a tool in a corrupt system, and tackles subjects like war, imperialism, and the nature of hatred. It's a masterful psychological thriller with stunning animation and a rich story.

See my full review here.

Scott Pilgrim Takes Off

This anime approaches the story of Scott Pilgrim and Ramona's seven evil exes from a brands new angle, and the results are great. We get a exploration of relationships and regrets, the messiness of communication and connection, the trials of becoming an adult, all with the signature goofy video game antics. Characters neglected in previous iterations finally get their due, new facets of the story are explored, queer relationships are delved into more, girls kiss...and it's all accompanied by phenomenal animation and a killer soundtrack.

See my full review here

Soaring Sky! Precure

Sora lives in a world called Skyland and wants to be a great hero. When rescuing the kidnapped baby princess, she falls through a portal to earth. There she meets her fellow magical warriors, and as Precure they protect the princess from the villains!

This vibrant, warm-hearted adventure got me back on the Precure train! This series boasts a lot exciting firsts for the franchise--the first official male cure, the first main cure that's eighteen years old- but above all, it has a lively team of characters with who have an entertaining dynamic and enjoyable individual journeys. It's often very funny, the baby has a surprisingly good character arc, and it's bursting with magical girl (and boy) goodness! It's also not afraid to give you an emotional gutpunch when you've been lured into a false sense of security by all the fun times. If you're new to Precure, this is a great jumping on point, and if you've watched it before, this is a series you won't want to miss.

I'm in Love with the Villainess

Rae is reincarnated as the heroine of her favorite dating sim. But she has no interest in romancing any of the boys- she’s head over heels for Claire Francois, the snooty villainess.

Villainess may not be as polished--storywise or animation-wise-- as these other entries. It's a messy series, it has plenty of problems...but it's also very fun, and it touched my queer little heart like no other. Queer people get to indulge in our imperfect faves too, and the silly shenanigans, blatant lesbian wish fulfillment, honest advocacy for queer people, and the joy and earnestness of the series works for me!

See my full review here.

Some Other Great Anime:

Frieren: Beyond Journey's End (still ongoing, review is for the first cour)

Frieren is a long-lived elf who was once part of an adventuring party that saved the world from the Demon Lord. But now her friends are passing away and the world is moving on. She decides to retrace her old party's journey so she can understand what she's feeling.

Frieren is both an interesting examination of what happens after the hero saves the world, as well as a meditation on mortality, grief,  and the endless march of time. It takes you on a quiet, beautiful and sometimes touching journey though a pastoral fantasy world. There's some breath-taking animation and excellent atmosphere to enjoy.

See my review here.

Spy x Family (Season 3)

Spy x Family is pretty much staying the course from when we last checked in,  though this season gives a lot more attention to Yor, and I love the cruise ship arc and all the ridiculous fights she gets into a lot! That arc contains some of my favorite gags of the series too (like Loid’s  attempts to be a cool dad). Otherwise, Spyfam has settled into a series that intends to be around for the long haul, so don’t expect too much forward plot momentum. And Yuri (the man, not the genre) unfortunately still exists. Overall it was good season and remains a fun  adaptation. Yor, please step on me.

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[5starluvr]

Guys my age [1.kisses to my ex’s]

Paring:Bang Chan x reader ,Lee Felix x reader

Genre:fluff,crack,angst,smut

Warnings:mentioned drinking,cursing,cheating

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Her tears traced stained tracks down her cheeks, blurring the idyllic scene before her. Candlelight, once a warm embrace, now flickered accusingly, casting dark shadows on the wall.Yeonjun’s voice, usually a sweet melody now sounds like someone screeching on a board , each word a fresh shard of betrayal. The phone, clutched white-knuckled in her hand, displayed the undeniable evidence – a picture of him , entwined with another girl in a club.

The air grew thick, a suffocating weight pressing down on her chest. The melody, a love song he claimed to have written for her, became a twisted mockery, each note a searing reminder of his lies. A strangled sob escaped her lips, shattering the fragile illusion of their perfect night.

Mark's gaze flicked up, finally catching hers. The playful smile he'd worn for the "performance" faltered for a fleeting moment before morphing into a practiced mask of concern. "Hey, babe," he cooed, completely missing the storm brewing in her eyes.

"No," she rasped, her voice a broken whisper. The word ripped from her throat, raw and primal. "Don't touch me."

Confusion flickered across his face, quickly morphing into a sneer as she showed him the video’s and pictures . "Don't be dramatic,babe," he said, his tone dripping with condescension. "It's just a picture."

The casual dismissal sent a fresh wave of anger crashing over her. "Don't you dare minimize this!" she exclaimed , her voice surprisingly strong despite the tremor in her hands. "This picture says it all!"

He leaned back, a smug smile twisting his lips. "Says what, exactly? That I know how to have a good time with friends? You're the one who's always so uptight,y/n. Maybe you should loosen up a little."

"Friends?" she shrieked, shoving the phone with the picture in his face. "This doesn't look like friendly to me!"

Yeonjun scoffed. "Come on, it's just a kiss. It doesn't mean anything."

"A kiss?" Her voice cracked with disbelief. "You were making out and had your hands all over her! Don't you try to gaslight me, Yeonjun! I'm not stupid!"

He scoffed again, the sound laced with irritation. "Gaslight? You're the one blowing this whole thing out of proportion. You need to trust me more,y/n ."

"Trust you?" Her voice rose. "How can I trust you after this? All those late nights you claimed were 'practice'? All those vague excuses? Don't you think I noticed?"

His face flushed a deep crimson. "That's different," he snapped. "This group is about to take off, and I can't afford to miss practices. You wouldn't understand."

"Oh, I understand perfectly!"She spat back, tears blurring her vision. "I understand that your ‚group' is more important to you than our relationship!AND that you’re allowed to just make out with other fucking girls!"

He threw his hands up in exasperation. "Here we go again. You always make everything about you!"

The that’s the final snap. With a final, heart-wrenching sob, she stumbled towards the door, her silhouette disappearing into the cool embrace of the night.„FUCK YOU“ she yelled.

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The city lights blurred into streaks of shimmering pain as she stumbled out of the building . Tears, hot and angry, streamed down her face, blurring the world into a watercolor mess. Reaching her apartment, she fumbled with the keys, the door slamming open with a bang that echoed through the hall.

Collapsing onto the couch, she grabbed her phone, the incriminating picture burning into her brain . A choked sob escaped her lips, and with trembling fingers, she dialed her friends number.

"Hey, you okay?" Nari’s voice, usually laced with playful banter, held a note of concern that sliced through her defenses.

A tornado of words spilled out, a broken narrative punctuated by hiccups and shaky breaths.Nari listened patiently, the silence on the other end a comforting presence. When she finally finished, a pregnant pause hung in the air.

Then, Nari’s voice boomed through the phone, a stark contrast to her own despair. "Absolutely not! You listen here, beautiful. Pretty girls don't cry over ugly boys, especially ones who cheat. Plus, honey, trust me, he was broke anyway. What kind of future is that?"

A choked laugh escaped the younger, a flicker of defiance replacing the despair in her voice. "Broke? Seriously?"

"Seriously," Nari confirmed. "Now, listen up. Shower. Put on a dress. Club.We are going to go out and be pretty girls because I am NOT going to let a ughly guy like that make you that upset!. Operation Distraction is a go. We're going out tonight, and you're going to forget all about him."

The idea of going out made her want to just curl up and cry, but Nari , with her blunt honesty had a way of cutting through the fog. Maybe, just maybe, a night of loud music and getting shit faced was what she needed . Maybe, just maybe, the thunderous beat of the club could drown out the deafening silence of a broken heart.

With a ragged breath that echoed the devastation within her,she rose from the couch.

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She stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes no longer red-rimmed and puffy, looking at herself in the black dress she'd pulled on. It clung to her in a way that would make her boyfriend,well ex-bf mad.

The traitorous tears welled up again, threatening to ruin the carefully constructed facade. She squeezed her eyes shut, picturing her friends voice, blunt and fierce: "Pretty girls don't cry over ugly boys." Taking a deep breath, she forced a defiant smile. Tonight wasn't about him, it was about her enjoying herself .

The drive to the club felt like a blur. The city lights, usually twinkling with a festive charm, seemed cold and indifferent. Reaching the familiar throb of bass and the flashing neon signs of the oh so famous club RED LIGHTS,Nari and her parked as steeled herself. This wasn't her usual scene – she preferred staying at home or going out with a select group of people. But tonight, she was desperate for a distraction, a way to drown out the deafening silence of her broken relationship.

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"Remember last time we drank on new year and I crawled under a table to eat grapes !"

Y/n couldn't help but crack a real smile this time. Relief and a surge of gratitude washed over her. Her friend was a lifesaver. Before could even respond, Nari was out of the car, grabbing her arm and pulling her in.

"Whoa!" Y/n exclaimed, stumbling slightly in the black heels she bought a few months ago. "Careful there, you crazy woman!"

Nari surveyed her with a predatory glint in her eyes. "Damn, girl, you look incredible!Black makes you look sexy!." She leaned in conspiratorially, her voice dropping to a low whisper. "You know, if we weren't best friends, I'd totally let you hit it tonight."

Y/nchoked back a laugh, a genuine one this time. "Seriously,girl? That's your plan? Distract me with bad pick-up lines?"

Nari winked. "Hey, it might work! Besides, tonight's all about having fun and forgetting about that jerk. We're gonna dance like nobody's watching, sing along like we know the words, and maybe even find ourselves a hot distraction or two. Operation Distraction is a go!"

Y/n, despite the lingering ache in her heart, felt a spark of excitement ignite within her. Maybe she was right. Maybe tonight wasn't about forgetting, but about remembering who she was – a strong, independent woman who didn't need a cheating boyfriend to feel beautiful or worthy.

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[lurkingshan]

I got busy right after The Sign aired yesterday so I wasn't going to write much about my frustrations with the backstory...but I'm still thinking about it this morning so I guess we're doing this!

I think the disconnect some of us are feeling with this show is because the production values are so high, the cast is so excellent, the character dynamics are so compelling, and yet the writing just keeps failing them. I end every episode lately feeling like I missed something, and usually spend a lot of time unpacking and going back over details with friends because I keep getting lost in the story.

Yesterday we finally got the big first life backstory reveal after waiting eight long weeks, and it was underwhelming, to say the least. First of all, given how important it is to the narrative, this should have been a whole episode, not one fraction of an episode. Second, it was surprisingly lacking in depth for a backstory that is meant to support a reincarnation narrative across lifetimes. Third, it didn't even fill in some of the crucial information needed to make sense of the present day plot.

I think my main issue with this flashback is that they didn't actually show us the love story, and they didn't let the characters make any real mistakes that would justify them being cursed and having to fight their bad karma in the present life. The story was shockingly simple: they met, they vibed, they fell in love (OFFSCREEN), the evil snake got jealous and killed them. Where was the drama? Where were the difficult choices and significant mistakes? Where were the lies and betrayal? Where was the struggle between them that would make the tragedy of their end feel more significant? And why would any of these events result in them being cursed in their next life? If anything, according to standard reincarnation tropes, they should be rewarded in the next life for the undeserved and premature deaths.

I know we've been making a lot of jokes about needing tons of fanfic to fill in the love story here, but we shouldn't need fanfic for that, the show needs to do its own work. And the lack of depth in this lore drop also makes some of the show's previous stumbles with writing the present timeline romance even worse, because we now haven't seen a properly developed love story for them in either timeline. Our investment in this pair is hingeing entirely on the strength of the actors' performances and chemistry and the writing keeps letting them down.

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[marknee]

bts fanfics i think shakespeare would plagiarise the absolute shit out of.

chapter iii. ✷ chapter v.

KEYS ON SEVERITY OF SHAKESPEARE’S STATE:

( ✮ ) — the bastard needs to find better hiding places to ‘secretly’ plagiarise. the tavern, really?

( ♬ ) — notes were found in the trunk by the foot of his bed. not the sharpest quill in the pot, i’ll say. 

( ✎ ) — word on the street is he’s been arranging a performance at the globe theatre next week.

( ♛ ) — why is this play being taught as part of the british exam curriculum? he didn’t even write it!

THE SHAKESPEARE SERIES.

WARNING: keep in mind, some of these authors are very strict on the rule that no minors should read their work if they’re underage, and i will honour that. but, at the end of the day, i am not your parent. so, there’s that. but heed my warning wisely. any smut or 18+ content is highlighted in bold.

NOTE: dear readers, welcome to phase two. did you miss me? it’s been a long time coming, i assure you, so i’m glad to finally get the ball rolling on the next few chapters of incredible stories. my quill has been neatly sharpened, so are you ready?

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( ♬ ) KEYNOTE — by @missgeniality

!! hoseok x reader | 18.5k !!

strangers to lovers, non-idol!au, smut, slight fluff.

dear reader, after some time away having finished phase one of this series, i happened to unwillingly stumble across some newfound knowledge of shakespeare, which enlightened all that i knew of. unbeknownst to me, shakespeare did write about sexual endeavours within his plays. exhibit a: “but i might see cupid’s fiery shaft, quenched in the chaste beams of the watery moon.” a midsummer night’s dream, act iii, scene i.

but, did shakespeare write: “a gruelling war between your self-respect and lascivious yearning, a war waged for way too long - the fact that you're even thinking about it, your self-respect has to give in to your desires.” indeed not.

effectively, this story doesn’t grant you time to settle in. if anything, you have all but one option when diving in to the sharks: to surrender, allowing yourself to be thrown into the deep end - to a dark predator, who from that moment, sits at the table he’s created within your mind, body and soul, and feasts on every last ounce of sanity you thought existed.

truthfully, what could say it better than: “metal could melt under his scrutiny — you’re nothing but a mere mortal.”

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( ♛ ) ALL’S FAIR IN LOVE AND WAR — by @faryn_rose (ao3)

!! seokjin x reader, jungkook x reader | 48.4k !!

historical!au, violence, drama & romance.

“no, you decided. monsters did not spare people's feelings.”

there are those who fall under the supposition of being an iron fist in a velvet glove, and there are those who persist it. if anything, i argue a third exist: those who prove themselves neither.

throughout this story, it appeared two emotions were consistent in their approach of lurking within its entirety - heartbreak and betrayal. after all, people find themselves doing wild things in the name of love. in the battle between two men, both equal in their share of time on the battlefield, to win the precious heart of the reader, it provokes the question: who do you choose? the proud general willing to die for you, or the gentle chief who vows to keep you safe? certainly a tough choice.

the title is seemingly a perfect choice for this exhilarating fifty-thousand-word story. for the loser is left wondering whether the fight was worth the struggle.

not mentioning the loss of pride knowing their attempts were, in fact, faulty.

but, as said, all’s fair in love and war.

“he treated me like i mattered, like i had power in this world. and i decided that i couldn’t let someone like that go.”

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( ✎ ) 1999 — by @tattookoo

!! campus royalty!jungkook x reader | 17.9k !!

90s!au, college au, hockey!au, fake dating, smut.

“kook, it’s really not hard to pretend to be into you. you’re very easy to love.”

with an unruly raven-haired rake with devastating dimples as the love interest, i am fully subscribed to the belief this utterance lies true. if anything, you’d be a fool to not swoon over this dashing playboy of the 90s.

this story hones into the idea of fake dating for the sake of rebuilding a reputation. but, as it seems, nobody’s fate truly rests in their own hands.

as we know - or will come to in time - a real relationship requires more of something that a fake perhaps less so: vulnerability. true, it carries the burden, yet it leaves space for commitment to linger, though as a visitor, and not as a resident. it seems commitment is what transforms a promise into reality.

the author does an incredible job of bringing every aspect of being exposed to the susceptibility of love, and that is what earned itself a place in my series.

yet, why is it we continue to delve into stories like these? well, for the greatest adventure we humans can ever go on: to run the risk of rejection, and to be completely okay with it.

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( ♛ ) HOOKED — by @joopiterjoon (ao3)

!! namjoon x reader | 102k !!

friends with benefits, smut, angst, 18+.

typically, when tornado warnings siren, it’s our cue to turn tail and flee. so when tornado warnings siren within people, why is it we do not take initiative until the damage is done? even worse, what if they siren within ourselves? as we know, we cannot run from ourselves.

“i need to work on me with me." while this quote may appear ordinary, i fear its the most impactful, and arguably the most important, piece of dialogue in this story - the understanding that the only person who is going to fix you, is yourself. a tough pill to swallow - especially if you were shattered against your will - but one we must digest eventually.

shakespeare wouldn’t have a clue, regarding all his characters are broken beyond belief - and that, in most cases, ends up being their demise.

alternately, this story leaves you with two ending options. i shan’t tell you which is best, dear reader, as that choice belongs to you. but, a simple thing i like to remember:

“love is loss.”

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( ♛ ) HEARTBURN — by @jiminrings

!! jimin x reader | 41.7k !!

heavy angst, emotional infidelity, more angst.

“the ones we love have the power to inflict the greatest scars, for what thing is more fragile than the human heart.” i can’t remember for the life of me who said this, but dear lord, does it just hit the mark for this story.

to cheat is to lack integrity. which jimin palpably inherits. but, it seems in order to acquire agency, sometimes bad things have to be someone’s fault.

throughout this tripartite story, you witness the growth of each individual character - and perhaps the loss of parts, too. each has their depths, their faults, their beauty. nobody is left dry, and it truly brings the story together in a way that connects so well.

“guard your heart, y/n. let it be yours before you share it again.” i ask you, author, what provoked you to write such heart-rending words? and i ask you, dear readers, to bathe in the words i say next: your heart is yours before it is anybody else’s.

this story is not just about the destruction of a great trust, but about a birth of trust within yourself and what it means to wholeheartedly put yourself first - especially in desperate times when nobody else will do it for you.

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( ♬ ) TOLERATE IT — by @archivedkookie (ongoing)

!! taehyung x reader | 6k !!

heavy angst, one-sided love, forced marriage, smut.

“the worst way to love somebody’s to watch them love somebody else and it work out.” body better, maisie peters.

unrequited love is a killer. a crushing, sinking pain when your heart reaches the depths of your stomach, and it’s more common experience than one might think - especially between you and i.

whilst this story is still ongoing, i know i’m about to be completely swept off my feet. especially with leading quotes such as: “because before all this happened, you were his friend.”

this story feels familiar - the words familiar too. simply because i assure we’ve all been the the exact boat - the one floating upon stormy seas of rejection. we understand the readers pain, we sympathise with it, and we connect to it.

“not your love to be tolerated when you know you should be celebrated.”

we’re fools of love, that’s all we are. there’s no magic or defiance behind it.

and in the words of the perks of being a wallflower: “we accept the love we think we deserve.”

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( ✎ ) LEVEL OF RESTRAINT — by @lemonjoonah

!! jimin x namjoon x reader x taehyung | 13k !!

office!au, bdsm!au, 18+, thriller, smut.

“any position beneath you would suit me nicely.” why don’t you shut the fuck up?

now, tell me, at what point does one cross the thin line between obsession and possession? what are the defining factors, and when down that very same faded line, does one reach a great epiphany they’ve reached a place of no return? does ‘love’ not beg for sacrifice? does it?

setting the scene, with characters like these, it’s hard to not risk the fall of betrayal from the thrust of arguably non-consensual sexual situations, but i’ll let you be the judge of that. effectively, this story is one you have to experience for yourself, dear reader, in order to understand. there is only so much i can tell you- reveal, express, without running my mouth and ruining the whole plot line.

though, i shall leave you with one piece of advice. a thought for you to ponder on: pay attention.

and talk about jimin and namjoon being sex on legs all you want, but there is no denial this story has a deeper, more sinister verona.

lady macbeth said it herself: “look like th' innocent flower, / but be the serpent under't.”

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( ♬ ) WANT A TASTE? — by @suga-kookiemonster

!! yoongi x reader | 18.3k !!

friends to lovers, humour, shopping mall!au, smut.

"who are you, yoongi? what is your truth?” if there is something i can respect, should it be this line.

i believe there is a rich beauty in the small, gentle exchanges between strangers, to which ripen, transforming into the most special of connections between friends - and before long, between lovers. it’s a slow and steady process i’m sure, but i find those types of love are the most worthwhile. 

patience is, of course, dear reader, a virtue.

in my humble opinion, this story does nothing but breathe fun from its very core, encapsulating the sweet essence of excitement - of belonging - and burrowing itself around you like a warm blanket. that’s the sheer power of a writer - to familiarise the strange and mystify the familiar.

tell, aren’t you intrigued?

“all the time you've spent with him has already alerted you to the fact that his hard persona is all a front.”

took you long enough.

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( ♛ ) THE WEDDING ARRANGEMENT — by @sugaurora (ao3)

!! namjoon x black!reader | 44.2k !!

enemies with benefits to lovers, smut, romance.

“and maybe that's because it wasn't the kind of love you always expected, but something different that you hadn't fully let yourself accept.” if this were any other topic of matter, i would let wit take its course. however, as it is not, i am inept from doing so - rather i shall let your own imagination prove itself dominant, dear reader.

effectively, if there is anything this story has mastered, it’s the realisation that assumptions can erode any relationship, and inevitably are a fate we, the human race, continue to face and to fight.

“strangely, the first thing you thought of was home.” while i presume i join the line of overdue attendants to stumble across this indescribable romance, to say its definitely left its mark - perchance, more.

if you seek a delicious story to sink your teeth into, let this take the cake. besides, the story isn’t the only appetising option on the menu.

“you're a walking erotic novel cover, namjoon.”

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( ✮ ) FINAL SLEIGH — by @floralseokjin

!! seokjin x reader | 23.3k !!

office!au, rivals/enemies to lovers, smut.

in order to reach the beautiful rose nestled within its bush, you must first combat the prickly thorns to which ensure its survival by the name of protection. mind you, shakespeare never said that - i did. my quill is just as sharp it’s practically lethal.

the art of protection within humans, i say, is much different. it jumps out in strange forms, but each is just as valid as the other. which is what indefinitely makes this trope all the more interesting - especially in this story.

“feelings was a scary word, an uncertain word, but you thought you liked the way it made you feel.” arguably, if a pair are able to surmount this indescribable nine letter word, possibly even sit with the idea, then perhaps their journey marks itself a success. and that to me, is worth fighting for.

this story is a perfect mix between comedy and actuality, plenishing us of pure enjoyment while hooking us round the legs in the name of desire disguised. a perfect mask, indeed.

we’re all playing with fire. but if you don’t take that foolish risk, how’d you know you’d burn?

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( ✮ ) SIT. STAY. — by @daechwitatamic

!! seokjin x reader | 14k !!

neighbours!au, dog parent!au, smut.

“if you love somebody, let them go.” not to delve too deep into things, but baring in mind society’s self-destructive addiction to faster living, it poses the question whether “stay” within this context carries a much heavier weight than intended. asking someone to stick by you in a world which thrives on the act of haste, is a form of intimacy one may not throughly tread.

but understand this, dear readers, i do not miss anything.

the affinity within this story is one to point out. it’s so raw and genuine that it feels uncomfortably natural - to the point that freshly reading this felt like returning to an old friend your soul grew attached to in a past life, glad - and almost grateful - to encounter them once more.

“would you be better off telling him later, when things are settled, when you can tie up the story nice and neat?” oh, how you wound me. just so, the new in a relationship is a hard course to navigate, especially when it comes to our deepest shadows - perhaps it would be easier to stick a decorative bow over the cracks.

but then again, how else would light get in?

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( ♛ ) BLOOM — by @hobidreams

!! florist!namjoon x assassin!reader | 20.7k !!

smut, action, angst, opposites attract.

in the nature of life, it is normal for us to resist death. but in the nature of the world, in the end, death overwhelms life. but ‘tis not death itself we find ourselves afraid of, rather the possibility of it. “like how a child fears what might lay beyond a closet door, beneath a four-frame bed.”

even i fed the dark, hungry demon of that spiralling thought once.

within this captivating story, the two main characters of life and death coexist beside each other. neither try to dominate and drain the power of the other. they simply rest, side by side, together. while joon grows life through his plants, the reader strips that of what is so. to each to their own. the birth, and the destruction.

but, dear reader, does life beg the existence of death? or simply, is it the other way around? can death suffice without existence? “you can't seem to sleep… without the comfort that there's something growing, thriving in life just a few feet away.” …perhaps.

despite the pair being so different from one another, neither allow that defining characteristic the chance to ruin their dangerous, but very real connection. well… until the last petal falls.

but i shall let you discover that for yourself.

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