#everything would be solved if they let me marry both

[i-cant-sing]

I can’t get this scenario out of my head with yan!batfamily in which Bruce worms his way into a depressed reader’s life by marrying their mother and slowly taking over the role of parenting reader while dealing with the depression.

No because Bruce would do that. In his head, its just another mission to "save Y/n" and sure, your mother isn't exactly his type, and your depression isn't exactly her fault- the poor woman just works day and night for you both to survive in this outrageous economy, she doesn't have had enough time to see you not doing so well mentally.

Bruce and his sons, by whatever sequence of events, are now infatuated with you. What started as concern for your well being has now turned into obsessive need to control your life to make it better. So, yeah... Bruce decides to marry your mom, who is more than happy to finally find a chivalrous, handsome man... who just happens to also be very rich.

Meanwhile, you hate him. It's stupid, but you hate how filthy rich he is and even though you know that he donates a lot to charities, you still hate him because Bruce thinks money can solve everything (and in your case, it almost can), but you can't help but feel insulted everytime he offers you a cheque, a wad of cash to pay off your bills and loans, or even a $20 bill to get yourself some snacks. It feels... abnormal. You're not a charity case.

Perhaps your socioeconomic status isn't the only reason you're depressed. Maybe it's just you missing your father (could be dead/murdered/suicide/just moved far far away).

The moment Bruce finds out that your dad is the reason why you're so depressed, oh it's "I WILL FATHER ANOTHER CHILD IN NEED OF PROFESSIONAL HELP" time. He's doubling down on his paternal instincts and he's just mentally smacking himself like "ofc you need a father figure in your life. Who better than me????"

And it just makes your skin crawl at how nonchalant Bruce is about all this- about incorporating himself into your and your mother's life. Treating you both, especially you like you're actually related. Like he's been around with you two his entire life. You lose your appetite when he stays for dinner, but you sit at the table for your mother. You try to make excuses when your mother tells you that you have to go with her at the Wayne Manor because "Bruce wants to spend a day with family". You can't help but look at your mother in wonder at how she is comfortable when you both pull up at the manor. You thought things would be easier if Bruce's sons were also uncomfortable or even hated you and your mother (or thought that your mom was a gold digger), but no, they're just as worse as Bruce. Dick being particularly the worst in the sense that he's more affectionate and his love language is physical touch, so you get squished to his chest everytime he sees you, with a small cry "my baby!" Sometimes, "sis" would be added.

You didn't like either nickname.

Then there's Jason, who is the most normal one of them all, perhaps because he isn't around much and when he is, he just makes small talk.

Tim doesn't talk much either, but he stares a lot. Somehow you feel like he knows something about you, at least more than he's letting on.

And lastly, there's Damian, that pompous little shit. You know he's being amicable for Bruce, but his eyes look at you like he's judging you- thinks you're beneath him. Which is true, in the sense of finance. Despite all of that, Damian still wants to show you off his interests/things around the manor. He's still being arrogant ofc, "Look at this oil painting- it's a Van Gogh original. Van Gogh is a famous painter- he's dead though. I'm sure you aren't familiar with his works. I can take you to the Gotham gallery to show you more paintings. Father owns it, so it can be just us two without other people bothering us." He's nice but also not nice. But at least he's not doing it intentionally.

Then there's Bruce. Who is always looking at you with a small smile, but his eyes are always analysing you, even when he's not looking at you directly, you know that he's watching your every move like a hawk. He tries spending time with you, often he succeeds, only because your mother makes you go. He's a good man, hasn't done anything exactly inappropriate, but... even something as small as making you walk on the inner side of the sidewalk so that you're safe from the cars... it doesn't sit right with you. Why is he being so paternal? You certainly have been rude to him on purpose. Always giving him one word answers when he asks you how your day was.

Then one day your mother returns home with a beaming smile.

"Bruce proposed to me! We're getting married!"

After only 3 months of dating? It's what you wanted to say, but you held it back when you saw how happy she was.

The next day, Bruce held a dinner at the manor to celebrate the engagement. Surprisingly, that was the first time you saw Damian looking mad at you and your mom.

It was a reasonable reaction. Acceptable to you, instead of the overly excited yell of Dick "WE'RE GOING TO BE SIBLINGS! That means we can have slumber parties and pillow fights and-"

Your mother and Bruce were shopping for the wedding, looking at dresses and venues and all the shenanigans while you were at the manor, moving your and your mom's stuff in with the boys. It was the last thing you wanted, but your mother.... she insisted on it. Or at least that's what she says, you know Bruce insisted.

Doesn't matter because by next year, you'd be moving away to college anyways.

You just need to put up with this for a little longer and see your mother finally be happy.

You didn't expect your mother to be dead a week before the wedding.

It was out of the blue. You were sitting in the library at the manor because Dick refused to let you be alone in your room all the time, so he was making you some cookies while you read. Then he and Bruce came together, their faces pale as they looked at you.

"Y/n... your mother, she... she got in an accident."

She was driving to some restaurant, wanted to get you your favourite fried chicken and spend some time with you alone. But on her way, a truck crashed right into her car.

She died on the spot.

Whatever little improvement you had on your mental health went straight down the drain. You locked yourself in your room and just cried quietly. They left you alone the first few days, but then Bruce and Dick tried to persuade you to come out, that they were concerned for you. You did come out the day the funeral was held. And it hurt you... it hurt you so deeply when you found out they were burying her at the Wayne cemetery.

She wasn't a fucking Wayne.

If you had any strength, if you had any energy at all, you would've taken your mother and buried her someplace else.

But you didn't.

When you returned inside the manor, you went straight to your mother's room, which was also Bruce's room but you didn't care if he saw you in there or not. You just started packing all of your mother's stuff, her clothes, her jewellery, her photos, everything she came here with, which wasn't much to begin with but still.

"Y/n?" You stiffened when Bruce called you, but you didn't pause on packing. "What are you doing? Looking for something?"

You sighed. Might as well get this over with.

You turnd around, not looking him in the eye.

"I'm moving out. And I'm taking mom's stuff with me. You can check, I'm not stealing anything that belongs to you."

Bruce looked at you in confusion. "Moving out? Where are you going?"

"College. I'll be going there soon anyways, so I'm moving to an apartment with some friends."

"Oh, but you don't need to move out. You can stay with us. Youre family-" you cut him off.

"Bruce, let's not." You finally look at him. "We're not family. I never was, I never wanted to be. Mom's gone now, and I have no reason or desire to be here. Thank you for letting me stay here for as long as you have, but I will be moving out by tomorrow, if not tonight." You said picking up your mother's bag of stuff and walking out of the room. Bruce followed you to your room.

"But I don't want you to move-"

You dropped the bags. "I don't care what you want!"

Bruce looked at you with his brows furrowed. He didn't get why you were acting like this. Your yelling had gotten the attention of the boys too, all looking in confusion at the bags.

"I don't want to be a part of this family. I never have, and I never will. I never liked you or anyone in this family. And if you're concerned about me speaking to the media about you guys, don't worry. If it helps you, you can make me sign an NDA!"

Damian narrowed his eyes at you. "Dont talk to father like-"

"Shut up!" You yelled harshly. You didn't care who you were hurting. Your mother was gone, you had no reason to be amicable to them anymore.

-

They left you alone that day, and by the next morning, you were ready to leave. At 6 am, you walked down to the main door, with your bags. You weren't expecting them all to be waiting for you, but here they were. You took a step towards the door, but Dick stopped you.

He cleared his throat. "Um, this is the NDA... if you'd just sign it here." He handed you the papers.

Unbelievable. They actually drew up a contract. You took the pen from his hand and signed at the dotted lines.

"Bye." You took another step, except Damian and Tim blocked your path.

"What now?"

"Where are you going?" Tim asked.

"Do we have to go over this again?" You grumbled. "College." You answered.

"You can't." Damian said smugly. What's he smirking for?

"You're gonna break my legs?" You scoffed.

"No, you just signed a document saying that you're a part of this family, and Bruce Wayne is your guardian and has authority over all decisions concerning you like going to college, or even... going out of the house." Damian replied.

You looked at Bruce, because there's no way Damian is being serious. But there were no signs of joking. You looked at Dick, at Jason-

They were all dead serious.

"You cant- you can't be- you can't keep me here." You said.

"You signed the documents. It's your fault for not reading them." Tim said.

"Bruce-"

"I really do believe that it'd be better for you to stay here." Bruce said, taking ahold of your shoulders. "At least until you're doing better mentally."

"I'm fine-"

"I don't think so. And I could even take you to a psychiatrist, they'd agree with me." Bruce cupped your cheek as you flinched away. "You'd be happy here. I promise you that, you'll be safe and happy with us."

You'd try fighting, but you already knew you were outnumbered.

Besides, even if you weren't, even if you were alone with the smallest one of them, you still wouldn't be able to leave. You have no idea what Damian is capable of.

After all, he's the one who had your mother killed.

#yandere batfamily #yandere batfam x reader #yandere batfam #yandere batman #yandere batboys #yandere bruce wayne #yandere damian wayne #yandere dick grayson #yandere tim drake #yandere jason todd

[hannya-writes]

Luffy/Zoro calling you their Wife.

I had to write this idea with these two. I enjoy it way too much, hehe. Anyways, let's start!

Luffy

"Y/n is my wife" Luffy said those 4 words only to get rid of Boa.

The former shichibukai had been pestering him about marriage for the nth time in the last few days.

He was done, he didn't want to hear the word marriage ever again but the empress couldn't get it in her head.

You on the other hand had gone there to talk with your captain about the tiny details he hated to solve.

You have managed everything around the ship since more than a decade ago. If someone needed something they went to you.

And you reported everything to Luffy even when he wasn't paying attention. He trusted you. You were basically his vice Captain, even in battles.

You had once been a captain of your own ship before joining the straw hats. You knew how to do the work, so you just did it.

"What?" Boa looked at Luffy with a mix of horror and pain.

"Luffy!" You were going to admit that was a lie, that there was no way Luffy would ever marry.

But Luffy pleaded with his eyes. Luffy was almost 30 but was able to pull such cute puppy eyes on you that you had to fight the instinct of hitting him in the back of the head.

"Y/n?" Boa asked sadly and Luffy pointed at you, right behind her.

She turned to look at you with disdain and then her furious eyes suddenly showed panic.

Boa knew who you were, well most people knew about you. The Dragon of the West, you had helped Luffy all those years ago to become the pirate King. If the yonkos still existed you would be at that level.

"You promised you would tell anyone!" You sighed getting closer to Luffy passing by the side of a contrite Boa, only to pull Luffy at your level to kiss him.

Luffy didn't back off, he took you by the waist and welcomed the kiss. He pressed you against his body and deepened the kiss.

Your relationship with Luffy was casual, sometimes you had sex, sometimes you cuddled and sometimes you were just friends.

There were feelings involved, of course! But you didn't put on labels, you were pirates for gods sake! You loved freedom!

"Excuse me" Boa said in a tiny embarrassed voice and left in a hurry.

You pushed back to break the kiss but Luffy didn't back away, staying way too close to you.

"Come on" Luffy said before carrying you in his arms in bridal style "you got marriage duties in my room"

"Put me down Luffy I just came to bring you a report" you told him looking away from him.

"Forget about it, we gotta consummate our marriage" he joked and you laughed.

Zoro

"Oi, that's my wife" Zoro didn't say it to brag, he wasn't angry, it wasn't a menace. It was just a piece of information that Chopper told him to say if men started to bother you too much.

Some of the Mugiwara crew were out on the island you had stopped by. Sanji was hunting ingredients, Nami was looking at clothes and you decided to stay close to Zoro as you both went for Sake.

"I'm flattered, but I'm not interested. '' You told the guy who flirted with you but he didn’t give a shit what you said because he started following you around like a lost dog.

Sanji had asked you if you wanted him to kick the man away, but you, being the sweetheart you were, told him not to bother and so, he sighed and went his own way.

Zoro on the other hand, He didn’t ask. He said those words hoping the dude would stop and walk away.

Your relationship with Zoro was excellent, there was a thing going on between you two but it was a secret. You didn’t wanted Sanji bothering Zoro or Nami asking you about why and how that had happened. You were not embarrassed of being Zoro’s couple. It just was impractical.

And you two were too practical to make things complicated.

Sanji froze in place at the hearing of the Marimo's words, then he whipped his head in your direction for confirmation even when he was at least 100 meters away.

“Wife? a beauty like you is with that… animal?” the man asked and you frowned, they could say whatever they wanted about you but no one messed with your friends and especially not with your lover.

“Well the “animal" as you call it, is the best swordsman in the world" you said stopping to look at the man in annoyance "He unlike you knows that when I said "I'm not interested" I meant fuck off" you told the asshole but he made heart eyes at you.

"You look beautiful even when you are mad" he whispered and you felt a vein pop in your temple. "I'll give you anything you want, just give me a chance sweetheart, I'll buy the most expensive jewels, the best dinner in town… I'll make you forget about him"

"Okey, that's enough" Zoro muttered to himself as he unsheathed one of his swords to point at the man. "You can't buy her, she's mine" that time he was angry, he moved the sword slightly and made a scratch in the man's shoulder

The man shrieked in pain and you looked at Zoro with a smirk.

"fucking Pirate, I'll call the marines, then you…"

"The marines can't help you, you messed with my wife, I'll take care of you…" Zoro was ready to kill.

"She's not even that pretty" the man said afraid "she's just a pirate's whore"

With a big smile you stopped Zoro by putting a hand in his chest, his eye met yours and he put the sword down, giving the man the perfect moment to escape.

Only for you to throw him a needle to the neck, making him fall in his face, paralyzed.

He tsked at you and sheathed his sword.

"Fucking scumb" he muttered, still angry.

"It's ok, I don't care" You answered and he looked down at your lips. Your hand was still over his chest.

"I do, no one talk like that to..." He doubted, he didn't know how to label you

"your wife?" He blushed at your words and looked away

"Yeah" he answered, pulling you closer by the waist.

"Thank you, dear husband but let's not make an scene" you were about to kiss when…

"So you two are together, uh?" Nami said, appearing from nowhere, making both of you freeze on the spot.

Zoro blushed even more and so did you.

"Fuck" Zoro said in a whisper and you cursed too.

Sanji appeared running, cursing Zoro for his words and the fact that you two were together.

You giggled and Sanji attacked Zoro for being such a "lucky bastard" for getting you.

Of course your smile vanished when Nami asked about the wedding and how come she wasn't invited.

You two have made a big mistake.

#luffy x reader #straw hat luffy #luffy x y/n #luffy x you #one piece #x reader #one piece x reader #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro x reader #zoro x y/n #zoro x you #zoro roronoa x you #monkey d luffy x you #monkey d luffy x reader #monkey d luffy x y/n #roronoa zoro x y/n #roronoa zoro x you

[andavs]

sorry what do you mean by eddie & shannon being a classic military couple?

Sorry it's been a minute, but this got away from me.

So military couples are notorious for getting married very young and very quickly for the benefits, and they’re also notorious for their relationships failing and getting divorced.

They skip the time usually spent building a solid foundation and partnership, and jump straight into marriage. Then if deployment comes up, one of them leaves for an extended period of time. This leads to a lot of relationships where sex is the only area where they’re compatible, because they’re both growing as people completely separate from each other. They’re handling different stresses, different schedules, sometimes completely different realities, until they’re finally reunited and a lot of the common ground they built their early relationship on isn’t there anymore. So they focus on the good things to keep things going because it’s easier, which is often sex.

Sound familiar?

Eddie and Shannon both said that they were always good at sex, but that’s about it. They never learned how to work as partners before they got married and became parents, and with Eddie deployed almost straight out of basic and overseas for half of their marriage, they never got the chance. Even just communicating was a struggle; anytime they tried to broach a difficult subject, it devolved into a yelling.

Like the fight about Eddie reenlisting:

Readjusting to civilian life is always rough, even with a really solid support system and no PTSD. Not just coming back to safety from danger, but while you're deployed, everything is relatively "simple". Even if you’re in a warzone and seeing combat, everything else is handled for you—food, clothing, medical, housing, etc. Coming back to suddenly having to worry about rent and paying for the dentist and grocery shopping and feeding the kids and getting them to school is a big adjustment and it can be overwhelming.  

So is coming back after a year and really realizing how much of your family's life you missed. They handled things without you, your kids grew and changed without you—you don't even know what you missed but you know you're out of sync, and it can be incredibly isolating. Reenlisting to get back to the familiar and "simple" life of the military isn’t uncommon.

Eddie didn't even know how to hold his son, let alone process the CP diagnosis, and all the bills and headaches of everyday life on top of that. Shannon was used to the bills and headaches and wanted him back so she wouldn’t have to handle it all alone, but he was so incredibly overwhelmed and disconnected that reenlisting was, in his mind, the way to solve a lot of those problems. (It’s also possible he got a pretty good bonus for reenlisting, which it sounds like they really needed, and Eddie was raised to do whatever it takes to provide.)

Then the welcome home party:

This comes with all the same problems as the reenlisting argument, but this time with more trauma and no exit strategy because Eddie was shot multiple times and discharged. The only way he's been able to "be a man and provide" for his family is unavailable, and he's clearly struggling with feeling useless and out of his depth.

Each member of his family in that scene puts pressure on common points of stress of returning from deployment:

Helena's on him for not knowing how to care for Christopher, and everything he’s missed while he was away.

Ramon's proudly holding up the symbol of his trauma and reciting the certificate, lauding the job Eddie can't do anymore.

Shannon's clearly been living for the day he gets back so she wouldn’t have to do it all alone anymore and they could get out of Texas. It was her light at the end of the tunnel, and she wants to get out of there as soon as possible.

None of them were being intentionally malicious, but Eddie constantly downplays everything about his military service ("I was just doing my job" / "I just did what anyone else would do") so none of his family really knew what he went through or how much it affected him. He came home pretending he was fine, so they expected him to be fine. Maybe they wanted him to be fine so they didn’t see how much he wasn’t. 

This is a really common problem for combat veterans and their families. They don’t want to think about what they’ve been through so they shove their medals in a box in the closet. They don't want to talk about it because their family won't understand or they don't want to go into the gory details, maybe they feel ashamed, or maybe they just aren’t ready to revisit it yet. But by not talking about it at all, the disconnect grows and they feel more alienated from their family, who has no idea how much they're struggling so they don’t know how to help, or even that they need help.

And Eddie’s clearly struggling in that scene, literally backed into a corner, snapping that he needs time because he doesn't know how to say that he can't handle up and moving to another state on top of everything else he's still not adjusting to. He probably can't even admit that he's not adjusting because this stuff should be easy and everyone else can get his son a drink, but he can’t even do that right. He was an incredibly competent and capable soldier and medic, and now he doesn’t even know where the juice boxes are.

But to Shannon, who doesn't know what he's feeling, he's being stubborn and dismissive of what she needs and everything she's been dealing with alone. And again, they never learned how to tackle these kinds of issues without fighting each other.

They were both at the end of their rope, and had similar responses that were incompatible with each other. Eddie dug in where it felt familiar and safe to him, in El Paso with his family nearby. Shannon retreated to where she could feel safe: LA, with her mom, where she wouldn't have someone correcting everything she did and constantly breaking her down further. It's possible she had her own support system there that she'd been largely cut off from while in Texas.

It's also not uncommon for a returning soldier to get boxed out of childcare and family decisions; their partner has gotten so used to handling it on their own that it can feel like they aren’t needed anymore. But sometimes the opposite happens: their partner has gotten so overwhelmed handling it all on their own that they end up dumping it on the returning soldier, like what happened when Shannon left. She was able to get away and breathe without everything on her shoulders, but then it all fell on Eddie who was already struggling with the basics.

Combine all of that with the stigma of PTSD within the military and so many soldiers willfully ignoring the symptoms, the way Eddie was raised to “brush it off, keep moving forward”, and Eddie’s very internal, freeze response PTSD symptoms where he just kind of shuts down and tries to stay where it’s safe, and you’ve got a dude silently drowning in Texas until he’s forced to make a move because his parents want custody of his son.

Most of this came from the book I Always Sit with My Back to the Wall, which again, seems like the instructions Eddie was built from.

#like...really away from me #911 #911 meta

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Called to Duty 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, abandonment, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Captain Syverson

Summary: You struggle to move on from the biggest mistake of your life but find it hard to forget among the whispers of a small town.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You rub your lower back as you enter the bakery. You focus on the simple task; just a loaf of bread. You have a weak spot for the sourdough there. Just thinking about it, you could salivate.

You wait behind another customer. You think she works at the bank but you’ve never been very good with faces, even in a small town like Hammer Ford. Others don’t seem to have that issue as your name easily rolls off their tongues. The whispers are getting louder now that you can’t hide as easily.

The bank clerk sidles along the counter and glances over her shoulder as you shuffle forward. She sends you a judgmental look but you reserve any of the same. Everyone knows she’s sneaking around with the manager down at her branch.

You tug your shirt down as it threatens to ride further up your stomach. Everything’s too tight these days. Everything’s uncomfortable. Your fingers linger on the hem, touching the taught flesh beneath. Four months now.

“Hi,” you greet the woman behind the till, “can I get a loaf of the sourdough. I’ll take the day old for the discount if you got it.”

She smiles brightly and repeats your order, asking if there’s anything else. You say no. You budgeted for the bread, even a tea would put you too close to the line. She grabs you a loaf and she keys in the day-old discount.

You pay as she slips the wrapped loaf into a paper bag. Before you can turn away, she stops you, “have a cookie,” she points to the plate of shortbread beside the small specials sign. “They’re not moving.”

“I can’t,” you argue.

“You’re doing me a favour. I don’t like to throw them away,” she insists.

You smile sheepishly and take a cookie, hugging the bag above your stomach as you turn and nibble on the cookie. You cross to the door, juggling your armload as you open it, and leaving without a look back. You hear your name again before the door closes.

Who’s the father…

That’s the big question. You’re not married, not dating, so who could it be? The same question got you kicked out of your mother’s house. The pharmacy let you the dingy bachelor above as you spend your days working a till at the front.

You won’t say it, even to dispel the murmurs. You know it wouldn’t solve anything, only add fuel to the fire. ‘She should’ve known better. The golden prince of Hammer Ford is a known playboy. Why wouldn’t she be safe? Why wouldn���t she be responsible?’ They wouldn’t ask the same of him.

As you turn onto the street, your arm hits someone else and you drop the cookie. It cracks on the pavement and you look down, leaning forward to see the ruins. You deflate. Oh well, it was free, after all.

“Sorry,” a voice draws your attention from the spoiled shortbread. You look up at the man. You know him, you think. Again, you’re no good with faces.

He runs his hand over his shaved head then drags it around his beard, “I’ll get you another.”

“No, you don’t have to,” you wave him off, “I should go…”

“Miss, it’s the right thing to do,” he insists.

“Really, it’s okay,” you assure him, “I should’ve looked where I was going.”

“Me too,” he agrees. 

You tilt your head and push a shoulder up, “well, have a good one.”

You turn to cross the road, looking both ways. As you step down from the curb, the man does the same. Why can’t you remember his name? You swear you ran into him before. Down at The Horn with… him.

He walks parallel to you as you cross the street. You stop and look at him, confused.

“Just seeing you across, miss.”

“Uh, thanks, that’s very nice but you don’t have to do that,” you chuckle nervously.

“I know. Just what I’m trained to do.”

You remember, he’s a soldier. Yeah, Thor mentioned that. Just thinking his name stings.

“Right, well, thanks, I appreciate that,” you put your hand on your stomach and haul the bag higher, turning toward the pharmacy just a shop down.

You hear him follow you again. It makes you nervous. Is he going to the pharmacy? It could be a coincidence, it’s a small town. Still, it’s very odd.

You go to the door just past the store entrance and take out your key. He comes right up and watches you, looming strangely at your shoulder. You hold onto your key and face him.

“You’re pregnant,” he says as if you don’t know.

“Uh, yeah,” you nearly laugh, “I am.”

“Shouldn’t be carrying all that,” he says.

“Just bread,” you answer.

“That father should be getting you bread,” he argues.

You’re put off by his demeanour. He speaks as if he’s giving orders to the world around him. You guess that’s just his nature.

“He won’t be doing that,” you shake your head. “I’m fine, really.”

“You don’t remember me,” he adds, “I remember you. You were dancing and drinking.” He looks again at your stomach. You put your hand over it defensively.

“I wasn’t like this then.”

“You weren’t,” he frowns then points to your finger, “no ring?”

This is awkward. Where everyone else in Hammer Ford is happy to whisper behind their hands, he’s interrogating you in the street. You shake your head and look down.

“Must not be a real man who did that,” he comments, “I’m Sy, just to remind you.”

“Sy,” you sniff, “right, I–”

He says your name first, “I remember.” He taps his temple, “I won’t forget.”

You swallow and the bag crinkles against your chest, “I’m… gonna go, uh, Sy, my feet hurt.”

“Be safe,” he commands.

“Thanks,” you utter awkwardly and stick your key in the slot. He stands staunchly as he is and as you pull the door open, he reaches to open it all the way and holds it, “got it.”

You keep the fragile smile on your lips and bow inside. He lets it close slowly and you pause to make sure he’s on the other side. You twist the lock into place and recoil. That was very weird.

#captain syverson #dark captain syverson #dark!captain syverson #captain syverson x reader #au #backwoods au #drabble #series #called to duty #sand castle

[ghostlyangels1204]

Soap the flower girl

Cont: I got his idea after seeing a TikTok of something similar to this, at that moment this was all I could think of omg. Soap is the perfect man istg, teeth-rotting sweetness. Brace yourselves.

You wrung your hands together, the sweat pilling there becoming exceedingly more uncomfortable as time passes. You had the whole day, hour to hour, minute to minute, mapped out in your mind. Every detail filed down to a fine pointed edge- not even a speck of dust could evade your wrath. Not today. Johnny had his fair share of missions for work, but this one was his biggest. The day he would legally bind the two of you, your promises exchanged with rings and sealed with a kiss.

Everything was perfect, your support network were all there- fawning over you, surrounding you with all the love you could possibly imagine, and then some. Johnny was in his own room, the three men he dedicated his life to for years, right there with him. But then, just as Johnny was hyping himself up, with Price and Gaz by his side, Ghost had walked into the room with less-than-ideal news. Johnny’s niece, the sweetest little girl you had ever met, had come down with a bad sickness bug from nursery and was currently stationed at home in bed. Needless to say- you didn’t have a flower girl.

“Ach’ shite…”, He huffed out, his hand finding its way to his face in a feeble attempt to soothe the contracted muscles. “Ay’e, what the hell am’ I gonnae do now? We get married in ten minutes!”

“Alright buddy, it’s just some flowers on the aisle. Bet no-one will even notice…” Ghost’s poor attempt at relaxing the sergeant resulted in two pairs of eyes from Price and Gaz being launched his way. He really wasn’t made for being a wedding planner.

Price turned back to him, a hand coming down to clasp his shoulder, “Right mate, let’s just get you downstairs yeah, and we’ll see if anyone fancies stepping in?” With a final pat on his back, they all moved downstairs as a unit, Johnny walking about ten paces faster than the rest.

In the time it took for everyone to be seated, people had asked around if anyone could step in. But to no avail, as all the other kids were either too shy or too stubborn to step in.

“Nah we need a flower girl… fuck,” The three men looked on in concern, convinced Johnny was about to drop dead from a heart attack right then and there. And they couldn’t leave you as a widow before you even married the man. “Johnny… its flowers… some petals that are more littering than decoration”, “Aye’ shut your trap LT, it matters okay! It might not matter to me or you, but it matters to them…”

Just as he was about to give up and face the loss, Johnny’s eyes widened. A flicker of light beaming in those baby blues that both relieved, and scared the other men around him. “AYE I’M A GENIUS!” He all but yelled out in joy, hands coming up to shake Ghost’s shoulders. “I’m not wearing a tutu Soap…”, “Shut up LT,” On any other day, Ghost would’ve reamed him for speaking to him like that- but he decided to give the man a day off. Just this once.

“Right, here’s the plan. Music- ON. Gaz, walk. Price, walk, Ghost, walk. All the bridesmaids, walk. Ring bearer, as long as he isn’t sniffling into a tissue too, WALK. And then me…” His smile was so wide his face could’ve split into two parts. They all looked baffled at each other, “Soap mate, that’s great but… that doesn’t solve your flower girl issue?”, “Wait and see Gazalicious… just you wait!” They watched as he ran off back into the building behind him, temporarily getting lost as he darted in one direction then came back sprinting in the other.

Gaz, Ghost and Price readied themselves behind the doors, waiting for the music to begin and to walk down the aisle themselves. “He doesn’t have any C4 on him does he?” Price whispered to Ghost, extremely concerned for his undisclosed, ‘genius’, solution. “Screened him, from his bags all the way down to his boxers… got nothin’ mate.”

The speakers scratched and the music began to play. Your bridesmaids surrounded you, ensuring everything about you looked as polished and perfect as you planned. Air filled your lungs as you took a deep breath, you were in no way nervous or doubtful in your decision. You just prayed you wouldn’t fall down that goddamn aisle.

You watched through tearful eyes as you saw the members of 141 each take their turn. Walking towards their positions towards the front of the ceremony. His best men.

All your bridesmaids followed, your maid of honor planting a kiss on your cheek for good luck, pinkies crossing together. “I hope you enjoy the surprise babe,” she giggles, and before you can ask, what the hell is that supposed to mean, she takes her turn. Surprise? What the hell?

All of a sudden, the music changes to something you hadn’t planned. Oh my god, it’s all going wrong. You cast a glance towards the start of the aisle, through a different door than you were at, where Johnny should be walking down. And then you spot him. Immaculately dressed in his tux, which he refused to let you get a sneak peek at if you didn’t let him see your dress. “It’s only fair, bonnie”. Not a strand of hair out of place- definitely Ghost’s work.

But, he’d added some accessories…

A pair of huge sunglasses frame his face with a basket of white and pink petals slung on his arm. He stands there, shoulders wide, serious look plastered on his face. He turns his head from one side, to the other, and starts to walk.

Ever so delicately, for a man of his size, he grasps pinches of petals before dashing them down the aisle. Sprinkling the flora down to his feet with the grace of a ballerina. Gleeful laughs erupt from your family and friends at this ‘surprise’. He’s even got the officiant laughing. With another handful of petals, he twirls around in place, before launching the flowers to his left side, and then some to his right. Petal after petal is scattered as he makes his way down towards the arch. The final handful is blown gently from his hand, into poor Ghost’s face. The lieutenant can’t help but laugh along with him, all his moodiness still intact. Johnny places the basket down, before turning around, and the four of them gather in a group hug, cackling away to themselves as cheering surrounds them.

Silently, without asking or worrying you, Johnny had fixed a problem you didn’t even realise you had. You’re about to marry the best man you’ve ever met, and you couldn’t be happier.

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#soap #soap mw2 #cod #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod x reader #john soap mactavish #soap cod #soap x reader #john mactavish #johnny mactavish #soap fluff #soap fanfic #soap wedding #fluff

[daceydeath]

The Next Step

Pairing: Seungmin x Reader Word Count: 1.3k Genre: Fluff, Smut 🔞, slice of life Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, swearing, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (don't try this at home) Requested

You and your wonderful boyfriend Seungmin had been together for a while but what was the next step in your relationship?

It had started out as a cute little "family" dinner with his members all sitting around the lounge area eating pizza, drinking and talking about recording the new album, what dramas and movies they had been watching and in jokes that just never seemed to die. It was nice to see them all so comfortable and relaxed they had been away from each other for the past week visiting their own family and enjoying there time off so it was enjoyable to you.

"Alright before this gets too messy" Seungmin announced putting his drink down on the table and searching his pockets "I have something I want to share". You looked at him curiously wondering what on earth he was talking about and why Chan and Lee Know who looked suspiciously starry eyed.

"So you all know how shit sneaking the girls in here is and how annoying it is to figure out who needs to be out when so I have partially solved the problem" He announced to applause from Chan and continued quizzical glances from the others as he pulled a key ring with a Pompompurin handing from it out and held his hand out to you. Slowly reaching out you opened your palm and let him drop the 'gift' into your hand, it was a shiny key that did nothing to dissipate your confusion.

"It's a key babe" you blinked still trying to figure out what that mean.

"Holy shit you're moving in with us?" Jeongin squeaked

"No dumbass" Seungmin rolled his eyes.

"I don't get it" Hyunjin whisper shouted looking to Han and Changbin who just shrugged

"Bunny, move in with me? I got an apartment for us on the next floor" Seungmin smiled widely his eyes bright with hope and love as you threw your arms around him nodding.

"Aww cute" Chan giggled.

"You're leaving us?" Felix gasped.

"When are you getting married?" Changbin hollered.

"I am totally the maid of honor" Han demanded.

"Love you bunny" Seungmin whispered into your hair.

"I love you more" you murmured back kissing him sweetly despite the yelling that would inevitably follow.

That had been a week ago and now you were sitting on the floor of the apartment, the new apartment, no Seungmin and your new apartment. Surrounded by boxes you sat exhausted from moving everything up from the garage even with the help of his 3 gym bro hyungs it had been a lot of work for you. Seungmin had offered to put the bed together while you started sorting out the basics for the kitchen, plates, cups, cutlery and the most important part of the kitchen the coffee machine.

"Bun? Do you know where we packed the sheets?" Seungmin called interrupting you laying on the lounge room floor trying to figure out exactly how you both had so much stuff.

"Box named linen babe" You called back looking up at the ceiling.

"Oh right" he chuckled and you could hear him making up the bed as your eyes drifted closed the whole ideal of having Seungmin to yourself even if it was just for a few hours in his busy periods everyday was a dream for you "You ok my sleepy little bunny?" you heard him smiled as his fingers brushed through your hair.

"I'm fine" you sighed happily "I'm tired but this seems to good to be true".

"What does? us living here together?" he murmured his hand grasping yours to help you up.

"Yeah, I knew one day you would want to move in together, maybe talk about serious things like marriage or babies, but I didn't think you would want this while you were still touring and performing" you admitted your eyes meeting his beautiful deep umber eyes.

"Come here bunny, let me show you how serious I am about sharing my life with you" he led you from the box filled lounge into the doorway of your sparsely furnished shared bedroom. "I'm going to wake up beside you in that bed right there from now on, I want you beside me always bunny" he whispered his voice coming out huskier than normal while his breath on your neck made you shiver in his hold.

"Seung" you breathed closing your eyes again as his lips descended onto you neck kissing your feather lightly while his arms wrapped around you pressing you against his chest.

"Hmm?" he teased humming into your skin "Should I keep showing you how serious I am?".

"Yes please" you gasped as he playfully nipped your neck his fingers creeping under your shirt to caress your bare skin making a small puff of air fall from your lips. Continuing his teasing one of his hands moved to cup your breast softly squeezing your flesh his fingers pulling the cup down to roll your already hard nipple between his fingers. His other hand traveled down your body sliding into your sweatpants to cup your core with his large hand, the warmth of it making you bite your lips as he slowly continued his teasing of your tits.

"More?" he smirked making you nod rapidly and feeling you lean heavier on his chest "anything for you bun" he smiled against your ear pulling his hands from your body to pull your shirt over your hear and unclasp your bra. Scooping you up he lowered your body to sit on the edge of the bed, easily kneeling between your legs and hell pulled both your sweatpants and underwear away with one strong tug. Now bare and exposed with his body keeping your legs spread he lazily rang one finger through your slit collecting your dripping essence while you whimpered at his touch.

"You are so wet for me already bun" he groaned before crashing his lips into yours for a passionate but messy kiss "You going to let me eat your perfect pussy bun?"

"Please Seung touch me" you whimpered again while he hooked your legs over this shoulders and licked the first fat stripe up your slit making you fall back against the mattress as his tongue circled around your clit and then back to your entrance lapping up every drop of arousal from between your thighs. His fast kitten licks to your clit and his long fingers circling your entrance before sliding one inside you to stretch your walls was making you dizzy groans and gasps of pleasure falling from your lips.

"You taste so sweet and all for me" he mumbled against your wet skin as you arched off the bed panting sucking on your clit harshly he moved his fingers you brush against the spot that makes your eyes roll back in your head until you came hard on his fingers and tongue. Not giving you time to come down from your high he pushed you further onto the bed pulling the sweatpants he was wearing enough to let his throbbing length spring free and sheathing himself into you cursing as he bottomed out inside your still convulsing walls.

"Let me hear you bun, there is no one else here" he grunted thrusting into you deeply and making you whine, his hips smacked against your spread thighs as he loomed over you his hooded eyes blown out with lust as you finally started making the noises he wanted.

"Seung, oh shit, right there" you mewled as he hit that spot deep inside you again and again "Fuck Seungmin"

"God you make the prettiest noises bun" he groaned as he felt you tightening around him as you reached your next climax.

"Seungmin" you wailed as your vision went white momentarily as intense pleasure flooded your body, your walls squeezing him and making him spill his seed inside you and he fucked you through your high.

"You are fucking perfect bun" he panted slipping himself from your sensitive core and pulling you into his arms.

"I love you Seung" you murmured against his chest wrapped tightly in his arms.

"I love you too, thank you for letting us start this part of our lives" he sighed happily pulling the blankets around you and placing a soft kiss to your nose.

a/n: Thank you for reading you guys are just the greatest, all comments, reblogs and likes just blow my mind because you are all far too kind to me xx

Taglist (open): @christopher-bangnaldoskzz, @armystay89, @damnyouficc, @roamingpolar, @tara-skyhold, @bakedlilgoonie, @krishastumblernow,

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[immediatebreakfast]

I love how Renfield is the oldest (59) and Mina is very likely the living youngest, and yet they bond so well. (It reminds me how well Mina befriended the 99 year old Mr Swales that he sought her company and felt care for her.) It probably contributed that Jack may have experience with interacting with "madmen" and studying, Mina had lived with and loved a "madman".

It's truly incredible how a simple conversation between an old man in physical cell, and a young woman in a mental cell put such a dent in the Count's plans that he had to flee to Transylvania once it was clear that nothing would stop the crew.

Even if the repercutions were huge in the narrative, in between the horror and the action it was just a visit (probably the first visit that Renfield had in a long time) to talk.

Reading again the entry I noticed how hostile Renfield is towards Mina at first,

"You're not the girl the doctor wanted to marry, are you? You can't be, you know, for she's dead." - R.M. Renfield, september 30.

and even with everything one can say about sexism, and the building infantilization of Mina, let's remember that this is the first time Renfield meets someone that is specifically associated with Jack. Renfield's remarked abuser in both authority, and personhood in general. Also by probably being informed by Dracula himself that both Mina and Jonathan are the key players in this continuous attacks against his plans in England, on top of just almost correctly assuming that Mina must share the same opinion towards the mentally ill that society has.

Three strikes against Mina that she switfly defeats by treating Renfield like the person he is, and talking to him in a normal manner. After taking care of her beloved Jonathan, and being at Lucy's side most of her life Mina is aware of how the Other is viewed. Maybe as she saw Renfield, Mina thought of a worse reality where the man on the bed was her Jonathan in Budapest, maybe she saw how Seward reacted to Renfield's words, and realized what was actually layed out in the room. Or maybe Mina just saw an old man in need of an ear, and she just listened.

This is the first time that Renfield puts a face on a victim of the Count's games, he puts a voice on the young victim whose life is going to violently end in what he thought was supposed to be eternal bliss. Lucy is a distant dream for Renfield, the revenge against these people who dared to put up a fight against this old ancient evil that goes beyond all of their years combined.

Renfield never knew Lucy, but he knows Mina now.

Renfield sees the young Mina Harker, entering life with her equal young husband in hand, and trying to solve the murder of what he knows now was her best friend, and he reflects. He reflects on everything he has done, on what has passed, and what he can do tomorrow.

Mr. Renfield asked if he might see me. Poor man, he was very gentle, and when I came away he kissed my hand and bade God bless me. Some way it affected me much; I am crying when I think of him. This is a new weakness, of which I must be careful. Jonathan would be miserable if he knew I had been crying. - Mina Harker, october 2.

And the man is devastated to see how he is helping orchestrate the murder of another young lady to please the Count. He becomes desperate to leave (a request that is denied by both Seward, and Van Helsing), so the Count can't have access to the inside of the asylum. It doesn't matter if he looks like a coward by the time's literary standards because if the only way to at least save that young lady is by acting like one? Then Renfield might as well do it, he has nothing to lose sans his life.

I think that the key difference between Mina, and Jack when it comes to Renfield is empathy, and the ability to simply treat the other person with the same humanity you should be treated.

Jack may have studied, and climbed until he got to be the head of an asylum, but his own biases, mental problems, and ableism blurred the lines between patient and doctor so hard that he made Renfield's life a boring hell. From when their dynamic was introduced, to Renfield's death, the narrative dictated how Seward was putting both into a deep spiral in which, not even with Renfield's manipulations, none of them were going to come out in victory.

In contrast, Mina has cared for Jonathan without any restrain, and has lived in service of what the situation demands of her at all times. She knows, as a young victorian lady, how to balance herself without trying to compete, or win the other person in the room with her. Mina only needed to genuinely talk to Renfield to break his heart because she gave him the respect, and honestly she expects for herself when talking.

#I will always mourn the mountain of potential that was the character of R.M. Renfield #That old man was truly on the best wave lenght in the book #Why kill the only character that could serve as a counter point to Van Helsing after establishing a connection with Mina? #This was from last year by the way #dracula daily #dracula #r.m. renfield #renfield #mina harker #mina murray

[dreamofjoys]

For an eternity

scenario: yandere malleus finding out that his lover, a dragon-succubus hybrid, the mother of his triplet sons, is experiencing heat. malleus offers to help darling, and she agrees to it.

characters involved: yandere malleus draconia x fem reader

genre: yandere, smut

tw: forced marriage, slight manipulation, stockholm syndrome, lactation kink, knee riding (?), riding, belly bugle kink, marking, malleus paints your body with his cum, cum tasting w breast milk (?), noncon

requested by anon!

malleus draconia is a patient man.

a man with beauty, power, and grace. he has everything that only some people can dream of.

malleus draconia is obsessed over you. he wants you within an arm reach, bind you to him with something that will never break the relationship between the both of you. what was this thing that the everyone speaks highly about? ah yes, marriage.

marriage formally recognise the union of two people as partners in a personal relationship. so really, what better ways are there to tie you down with him besides marriage? to make it even better, you are a dragon like him too! dragons only devote themself to one partner during their lifetime, surely, the both of you would never be able to leave each other. he doesn't really mind that you are half succubus, in fact, he would be over the moon if you seduce him, which you never did.

besides, the both of you have long lifespans. what a perfect couple the both of you make! to accompany each other for eternity, while living a lavish life.

so imagine your surprise when you were with malleus on one of your nightly walk, and he suddenly proposes to you.

"y/n, marry me." it wasn't really a question. you stood tensed and stared at him, hoping that it was a joke. but he never jokes about stuff like this.

"and what if i don't?" you asked him, wanting to know what he will do if he doesn't get what he wants.

malleus chuckles deeply, his lips curled up, fangs glistening under the moonlight, slit pupils narrowing at you. "i wasn't asking you. i am telling you that you are going to marry me. you wouldn't want this school to crumble into specks of dust, right?"

you don't have a choice here. deny me and people will suffer

that night, malleus brought you back to valley of thorns, and declared the marriage in front of his subjects. many dare not question the prince's intention. instead, they congratulated the both of you on the marriage.

the queen looked at you up and down, and asked malleus if this is truly what he wants. with a yes from malleus, the queen gave her blessings to the both of you. that was when you knew that nobody would help you get out of this marriage.

"i don't love you at all!" you screamed at malleus, grabbing the nearest thing to you -a vase- and throwing it at him. it was the first night of the wedding, and you felt sick for marrying someone that you don't love at all. you wanted to be out of this place, but malleus wouldn't allow you to do that.

"i know that dear, don't worry, we have an eternity to solve that problem. but now, we should think about the future of valley of thorns. we can start first by having a child."

he took you by force on the first night of your wedding. what was thought to be only one child turned into three when the royal doctor announced that you were pregnant with triplets. malleus was happy. he lift you up high on the balcony of the castle, announcing to all his citizens that his lovely wife is pregnant with triplets. everyone was happy, except for you.

malleus spoils you. he gives you everything that he have. you want to wear his crown? go ahead, is yours. point at the star and he will pluck one from the sky just for you. but he never, never, lets you leave your room.

the only time that other people get to see you, is only when malleus brings you out, even if is to go to the private garden that malleus gave you. other then that, you are basically stuck in your room the whole time.

malleus would personally feed you, rub your swollen stomach affectionately, telling your unborn babies how happy he is. he acts like the ideal husband that everyone wants. massaging your feet and back if it hurts too much, carrying you around so that you won't have to struggle walking. maybe is just the succubus side of you that craves for love and attention.

you were so sure that you would hate him forever, but apparently not. not when you first gave birth to the triplets, witnessing them cracking out of their shells. instead of crawling over to their father, the three of them crawled over to you, pressing their small bodies onto yours to seek warm. you bring them up into your embrace, and noticed how all of them look awfully like malleus, except for their eyes. malleus hugs you, with the triplets just between the both of you. he gives you a kiss on a forehead, whispering how much he loves you.

you could feel something stirring inside you, as if a feeling was blossoming.

-

"ugh....." you tossed over your bed, feeling your entire body on fire. you wish it was just a fever, but you know better that you are going through heat. your core region hurts so badly, you wanted to pound onto something, and stuff your insides full.

"need help?" a voice broke you out from your train of thoughts.

you turned over and noticed your husband leaning against the door, arms folded while staring at you. he was dressed in a loose robe, with the front being opened wide, displaying his abs to you. you hesitated for awhile. malleus is good right? yeah he kidnapped you, forced you to marry him and made you bear his children without your consent he has been nothing but a kind and patient husband. wiping your tears whenever you tell him how lonely it is to be locked up in the room, cleaning up the mess that you purposely made, still giving you morning and night kisses, even though you resist against him.

no matter how much of a brat you act like, he still tolerates and treats you like the most precious thing that he have. perhaps it was these little actions that made you fall for him.

"y-yes please. please help me, malleus." malleus was smiling so wide now. for the first time, you begged him. and for the first time, you finally willingly gave yourself to him.

"of course, anything for you, my love. now just lay back down comfortably and rest your head on the pillows."

you did as he said, laying your head on the fluffy pillows as malleus climbed on top of you, placing one of his knees in between your legs. "we don't need this." he teared your nightgown in an instant, revealing your bare body to him. of course you weren't wearing any underwear. why would you do that when your body literally feels like fire?

he licks his lips at the sight in front of him. your nipples hardened at the contact of cold air. some of your slick is already leaking out of your pussy....

"have you breastfeed the triplets?" malleus fondles at your nipples, watching as some of the milk leaks out from it. "a-ah ye-yes, i did."

"surely, my sons wouldn't mind if their father gets a taste of their own mother." with that, the king dived down to suck on your nipple, devouring your breast milk. one of his hands squeezes on the unoccupied breast, causing milk to stain his hands, and then the bed sheets.

you moaned out in pleasure, hands immediately travelling to malleus's back and pulling him closer to you. he pushed his knee to your neglected cunt, and you started grinding against it.

"fuck, be it your cum or your milk, you will always taste sweet to me." he looks up at you with half lidded eyes, milk dripping down to his chin, and god, he looks so hot. you pulled him up and kissed him on the lips ferociously, tasting your own milk as you opened your mouth, allowing him to shove his tongue inside you.

his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth, not wanting to miss out any part of you. you tried to fight dominance with your own tongue, but malleus's tongue swirls around yours, desperate to feel you.

feeling annoyed that he still has his robes on, you ripped off his robes, leaving him bare naked. malleus doesn't care, he merely lifts you up and change the position. now, he is sitting against the headboard, legs spreading a little as he faces you to him. without any warning, he slams you down onto his cock, and you screamed at the sudden intrusion of something big inside you.

"go ahead and ride me. i know your pussy needs my cock." he didn't even have to tell you that. as soon as he slams you down onto his cock, you started bouncing on his cock at a rapid pace.

"fu-FUCK, this is so-so good! mal, gi-give me more!" honestly, how could malleus ever deny his lovely wife? he leans forward and started making love bites all over your upper body. you placed one of your hands on your belly, feeling malleus's thick and veiny cock sliding in and out of your body. god, you were so turned on. all you want right now is to be fuck over and over again.

malleus grunts, feeling your tight walls sucking him deep into him. such a greedy pussy. but is okay, he too, is greedy for all of you. "cum together with me." malleus said as he rubs your clit aggressively, watching as white loads leak out of your pussy. ah, that's his seed.

"no-not enough." you whined, wanting to feel more of him. the succubus side of you was going crazy over lust. plus, you are also half dragon.

it is never easy to satisfy a dragon. but fortunately, both of you are one.

so he turns you over again, but this time, he pushes you face from the behind and aggressively fucks you from behind.

"i-i know, love. you know what im going to do to you? im going to paint your whole body with my cum. perhaps then, you would be satisfied." malleus never lies, and he always do what he says.

that night, the both of you cummed so much, the whole room smells of you and malleus. malleus makes sure to stuffed you nice and full with his cum inside you, before cumming on your body. he gingerly spreads his cum all over you, watching as your body shines with his cum. he squeeze your breast again, watching as some milk leaks out, and proceeds to mix it with his cum before popping his finger in, getting a taste of you and him together.

"as expected, the both of us taste sweet together."

you mumbled in incoherence, feeling tired and worn out. it was a good and nice sex that lasted from late night till the morning. unfortunately, your stamina doesn't match up with malleus, so you dozed off first, leaving the king staring at your godly body.

he pulls you into his embrace, and decides to sleep with you. after all, your heat is not over, and he can still assist you after you wake up.

malleus draconia is a patient man, but only to you. you can scream at him, escape from him and do whatever you want. but he will make you love him, no matter what.

you don't need to know how many people he killed simply for just looking at you. you don't need to know that he killed some of his own kind just because they disapprove of you being the queen. last but no least, you don't need to know that he is just patiently waiting for you to run into his arms, so that he can trapped you there forever.

he doesn't need to rush things. after all, you guys are immortal. he has an eternity to make you love him, and an eternity to tie you beside him.

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[natrogersfics]

nat comes home to steve solving a really big problem. bonus points if he ain't doing too well.

Steve Rogers is highly intelligent.

This is a fact Natasha holds as gospel. And no, it’s not just because she’s married to the man. But even if that were the case, she knows that somewhere deep in the servers of one Nicholas J. Fury, she could find droves of IQ tests and reports that would only fortify the claim. She’s seen it in action, too – how quickly he had learned to pilot a modern jet just weeks out of the ice and how adept he had become at utilizing gear that Tony had just spun up in his workshop.

It shouldn’t come as a surprise then how naturally he’s taken to being a father. While it’s only been half a year since she and Sarah had come home, with how instantly he could alleviate whatever thought was burdening their daughter with his words or a single touch, one would never guess that this experience is still novel to him.

Of course, their little girl played a big role in that as well. Sarah is everything any parent could have hoped for in a child and more. Sweet, exceptionally smart, and above all else, caring. From experience, she knows that loving Sarah is as easy as breathing, and based on the way Steve’s eyes sparkle with adoration every single time he looks at her, she knows that he shares the sentiment.

Nevertheless, their daughter is still only three, and while her legion of aunts and uncles will swear up and down that she’s the most behaved child in the history of children, she also knows that Sarah can be just as curious and determined as three-year-olds come – something her father is just now becoming privy to. The hard way.

“Daddy,” Sarah whines from where she’s perched on their bathroom counter. “Can we go now?”

“Not yet, Princess,” Steve says, using that patient yet still gentle tone of his that he only ever uses with their daughter. “Daddy needs a little more time to wash off this…” – he takes the tube from Sarah’s grasp, reading the label – “full-coverage concealer.”

Steve’s voice falters with what can only be described as dread before he subsequently mutters a Christ under his breath, his hands coming to rest on his hips as he takes in the disaster zone that is their bathroom counter with the same intensity he would a schematic for their next mission. And as she leans against the doorframe watching all of this unfold, she has to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from chuckling.

Formulate a new plan on the fly while they were on the battlefield and had bullets raining down on them? He wasn’t coined the Man With a Plan for nothing. Take on multiple hostiles coming at him all by himself? He could do that all day. But knowing what to do when their daughter gets her hands on a stash of heavy-duty makeup? That, apparently, is the one time where Captain America, master tactician, finds himself completely out of his depth.

And boy, does their daughter sense it as she lets out an exasperated sigh. “Daddy-”

“Just a minute, love,” he says, scratching the back of his neck. “Daddy’s thinking…”

“But Daddy,” Sarah says, exaggerating every syllable. “Me and Uncle Bruce are having a tea party-”

“Oil,” Steve says, really more to himself than anyone else as he ignores Sarah’s plea. “Oil’s gotta get this off.” He turns to Sarah. “Stay here. I just have to grab something from the kitchen.”

She’s not sure if Sarah even truly understands the implication of her father’s words, but she certainly catches the uncertainty in them, and that’s enough to make the little girl’s eyes grow wide as saucers. “No!”

“But-”

“There’s a cleansing balm under the sink,” she interjects, finally making her presence known and causing both Steve and Sarah to look her way, and she certainly doesn’t miss the way relief washes over the pair of them.

“Mama, you’re home!” Sarah greets happily at the same time Steve makes a comment about her being back early.

“Mission wrapped up faster than expected,” she tells Steve as she pushes off the frame. He steps aside as she nears, letting her take his place in front of Sarah, only for her brows to lift in amusement when she finally sees the full extent of their daughter’s handiwork. Not only did Sarah smother her complexion in concealer, but she also decided that she needed to use what she’s sure is her liquid lipstick as blush and her mascara to do her brows while she was at it. She laughs softly. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“I put makeup on, mama,” Sarah announces proudly. “All by myself!”

“And it won’t come off,” Steve adds.

“I can see that,” she says, stealing a glance at Steve and smirking when his expression clearly shows he does not buy that she’s only just arrived. She attempts to appear more serious as she turns back to Sarah. “What did I say about playing with my makeup, Little Miss?”

“Not to do it,” Sarah mumbles, eyes downturned. “But I wanted to be pretty like you, mama.”

“Oh, Sarah,” she sighs, tucking a finger under the girl’s chin and lifting it gently so her eyes can meet hers. “You don’t need any of this stuff to be pretty.”

“Daddy always says you’re beautiful when you wear makeup,” Sarah explains, pouting.

“I think mama’s beautiful all the time,” Steve clarifies, stepping closer to them and crouching down until he’s eye-level with Sarah so she can see him smile. “I think both my girls are.”

Sarah’s lips lift in a smile that mirrors Steve’s before she lets her big, blue eyes flicker between her parents. “I’m sorry.”

She and Steve share a quick glance, silently affirming how hard, if not outright impossible, it is to be mad at their daughter. “It’s okay, baby,” she says, running a hand through Sarah’s curls. “Makeup’s not bad, it’s just not for you yet. When you’re a little older, okay?” Sarah nods in agreement, and she leans down to dust a kiss to the crown of her head. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

It takes a quarter of a bottle of Micellar water, a few heaping scoops of cleansing balm, and many gripes from Sarah about her shirt getting wet, but eventually, they successfully get every trace of makeup off her face. “All right,” she says, lifting Sarah off the counter and setting her on her feet. “Why don’t you go pick out some clothes so I can drop you off at Uncle Bruce’s floor for your tea party?”

Sarah takes off with a squeal at her question, prompting her to shake her head at her daughter’s retreating figure.

“You know, I would’ve figured it out.”

She turns just as Steve throws another bunch of cotton pads into the trash. “Oh yeah,” she says, moving to rest her hip against the counter. “And would that have been before or after you doused our daughter in olive oil?”

“Hey, in my defense, none of it was coming off!”

“So your solution was to marinade her?” she challenges, unable to keep from chuckling when he glares at her. “Oh, come on. I’m kidding!” She hooks her fingers into his belt loops, playfully pulling him towards her so she can wrap her arms around his neck. “She’s been trying to get her fingers on that kit for days. She was bound to get it at some point.”

His hands find her waist as he lets out a sigh. “I’m sorry she ruined all your makeup,” he says. “I only looked away for a second to load the dishwasher, I swear.”

“She’s the daughter of two former SHIELD agents, what did you expect?” she says, laughing when he only shakes his head in concession. “Honestly, I’m just glad that I got here when I did.” He lifts his brow up in question, and she points towards the lip gloss stain on his collar. “Saves me from asking you where this came from. Because if I found this in the laundry? Believe me, you’d be prone on the ground right now.”

He scoffs as though the thought of him stepping out on her is the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard, eliciting a laugh out of her. “Your mission go okay?”

“As okay as missions involving kids as hostages can go,” she says, shrugging. “We got them out and that’s all that matters.”

“And you kicked the crap out of the people who took them hostage, right?”

She rolls her eyes. “Naturally.”

He grins, and she swears she catches the pride that flashes in his eyes. “Well, we’re glad you’re home,” he says, pulling her in for a kiss. “Missed you.”

“Did you now?”

He hums in confirmation, and she can only grin as he leans down to capture her lips in his again before kissing a path down the side of her jaw. “I could tell you how much,” he says, his grip on her waist tightening as he pulls her even closer to whisper in her ear, “but I think you’d much prefer that I show you.”

“Actually…” she says, pulling away to show him the smirk that’s formed on her lips. “I’d much prefer to have a bathroom that’s not covered in makeup.” He throws his head back in a groan, and she chuckles as she pats his shoulder. “Get cleaning, soldier.”

He shakes his head as he watches her make her way out, a smug look practically plastered on her face. “Tease!”

Masterlist

#Romanogers #In Her Eyes #And I'd Choose You #Captain America #Black Widow #Steve Rogers #Natasha Romanoff #drabbles

[arafilez]

☆ ⼂ MEDICINES AND KISSES ﹗

ꔫㅤㅤ ❜[ pjm x fem!reader ] ㅤ⋆ ㅤfluff, angst 𓏧 jimin feels if you can't solve his jealousy, food can. even if it is an old lasagna which can get him food poisoning. ㅤ warnings food poisoning, vomiting ㅤ﹢ㅤ1.5k wc

“For the last time Jimin he is my friend and co-worker, why do you overthink everything?” you spoke in a calm voice trying to hide the frustration in your voice. For the last half an hour Jimin had been continuously arguing with you about your male co-worker who had mildly flirted with you in front of Jimin.

You didn’t think about it much deeply and just smiled along and seeing that Jimin has been boiling in jealousy. As soon as you reached home Jimin took up that topic and you have been arguing since, neither of you backing down from it. “You did not stop him, that is what is triggering me,” he said sighing loudly.

“Why do you care so much anyways, you don’t have feelings for me, remember that?" You reason, hands on your hips.

"We are arranged, Jimin as both of us have signed a piece of paper, go on and sign another paper, we get divorced, there’s no in-between!” You said and put your hands up in defeat, not in the mood to argue any more with him.

Jimin’s head hurt remembering at your words, the phrase ‘a single piece of paper’ going over his mind repeatedly. “You know what, nether am I,” he gritted his teeth and you slumped back on the sofa frustrated by his behaviour. “See there you go again, we are arguing on a point that doesn’t even matter now.”

Jimin stayed quiet silently letting your words process in his mind as he saw you getting up from the corner of his eye. You got up the stairs, to your shared bedroom and took out your pillow and a duvet. Flapping your slippers you went to the kitchen to get some water as your throat has dried after all that fight.

“We are going to talk this out, okay? We are not going to just fight like some toxic couple in high school,” you said breathing out as you looked down turning towards him. “Yeah, I guess I just lost all my appetite after this too,” he chuckled softly as he got up to get up to the bedroom.

“Guess, you will be sleeping here, okay I can understand that!” he said as you internally felt relieved about him being such a gentleman. After your marriage four months ago Jimin was nothing but sweet and understanding to you, he was constantly taking care of your needs and listening to your stories.

You got comfortable with him too, as you felt yourself being relaxed in his presence. But that was not it, your feelings grew towards him, as you imagined fantasies of you together. He still high-fived you, and gave plain hugs, he was more of like a best friend to you.

And you hated it, you loved his sweet and caring nature, and hated how all was just at a best friend level when you were practically married and legally bound to each other for life. Yet, he still showed no signs of being into you and everything, every frustration, heat, love just bubbled inside you causing you to burst occasionally, like for example today.

You hated it, you hated how you lashed out at him, and you hated because you knew, or thought, you overreacted. You didn’t want to be a couple who fought every time some little thing happen and you wanted to be the couple who gets through it.

Setting your thoughts aside, you looked at the watch, which showed perfectly midnight. “Oh great, at this time Cinderella was running away from that prince, would it kill you to make that happen for me?”

 You said this looking up as if you were talking to God and again spoke up, “you know the fall in love part, not the running away thingy,” and you pouted as you sat back. Taking one last look at your phone you set your head down on the couch slowly drifting away to sleep.

Meanwhile, Jimin came down sulking as he opened the refrigerator in the kitchen. Taking out a bowl of Lasagna, he picked it up and searched for a spoon in the kitchen. Finding it he murmured, “If she can’t touch my mind, this lasagna would help me refill myself, ugh!”

The next morning passed quietly, with only a quiet good morning from both of you to each other and a ‘bye’ as you left. The day was extremely slow, for the both of you and you just slumped back in the couch after having dinner as he went back in the bedroom.

Any other day, you two would have stayed up till like 2 a.m. chatting about your day and laughing and relaxing but today was all different. And surprisingly you didn’t fall asleep today, like you did yesterday and looking at the clock you found out it was 1.15 a.m.

Clutching your blanket you sat up, and suddenly you heard a thud in your bedroom. Without thinking anything you got up, and literally ran up the stairs as you clicked the door unlock when you heard a whisper, “please don’t go!”

“What the fuck is he saying?” you whispered as you opened the door, just to see a mess in the room. Pillows were thrown everywhere inside the room and the bedsheet was a mess, as Jimin tossed and turned murmuring to himself. You walked inside and climbed up the bed just for Jimin to get up in a jerk.

“Oh hey,” he couldn’t finish the sentence as he vomited all over your t-shirt making you gasp. You got concerned as you picked him up and carried him to the bathroom. You opened the tap water letting it flow as he vomited some more. You held back his long black hair as you caressed his back.

You tried to connect the dots, because you knew, Jimin didn’t drink and it was not that but food poisoning. Then you realized that you didn’t find the lasagna in the morning. That was when it hit you where it went, and what was coming out of Jimin.

As Jimin panted holding the bathroom walls and your hand. You hurriedly took off the shirt he was wearing and making him stand there you went inside to change. After coming out you gave Jimin a mouthwash and helped him come to the shared bedroom. You threw the dirty clothes inside the washing machine.

You made him sit and got up towards the door, only for him to speak up in a weak voice, “Don’t go please!” “I am just bringing my phone Jimin,” you spoke softly as you ran down the stairs. Throughout all this Jimin had watched you, how you were concerned for him, and how you didn’t get disgusted and left him alone but helped him instead.

You came back and closed the door and sat on the bed. Silence took cover between the two of you and you suddenly said, “You stupid, you ate that days old lasagna and look what happened to you.” Jimin smiled softly at your comment and scooted closer to you putting his arms around your waist.

You looked down, observing the flowered design the bed-sheet since the cover was taken off as Jimin vomited all over it. “Thanks for caring so much,” he whispered as he kissed you write below your earlobe. You sighed pushing him slightly and spoke with the slight anger in your voice.

“Why would you do that, huh? Eat that lasagna.” You said as you stared at him and then whispered, “What if something serious happened?” He loved the concern you were showing, knowing finally his feelings were not one-sided anymore. That would mean he can get to hug and kiss you any time without the hesitation he had before.

You punched his chest repeatedly saying, “You are a very stupid man,” and he laughed at your statement, his melodious laughter filling the room. “I would kiss you, only if I hadn’t vomited right about then,” he said and you replied, “I gave mouthwash to you, so you probably can,” and you couldn’t finish your sentence.

He placed his lips on your, his plump and soft ones, missing with you sweet, cherry ones. You traced your hand through his ‘Nevermind’ tattoo on his chest as you kissed him back. He pulled out smiling as he placed another soft peck on your lips as you two kept your foreheads together.

You caressed his bare back as he kissed your nose, you eyelids and placed a lingering kiss on your forehead. You kissed him across his jawline down to his neck. The kisses were not rushed, but slow, sensitive and sweet, the one that are given by your lover after a long day. The kisses felt like heaven to you, as this was the first intimacy you ever had with him and everything just felt all so natural and ecstatic, as if this was just made for the two of you.

“I am your stupid man,” he said smiling and you said, “You forgot cheesy, stupid and cheesy and a ball of jealous idiot,” you giggled as he shut you up kissing you again, and you smiled inside the kiss. Maybe one wrong fight was all that was needed to lead to some right times.

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[mintharan]

I've been burdened with terrible visions. Walk with me.

It struck me how Spawn Astarion with Duke Wyll and Ascended Astarion with Duke Wyll could work as negatives of each other.

For instance, Wyll marries spawn Astarion, they are so happy everyone around them gets hit with the fallout. Wyll singlehandedly makes nightly soirees a thing. "I just think parties should happen at night, there's no point in holding any kind of grand event during the day if you really think about it." Just so Astarion can attend and be the centre of attention and speculation.

Everyone wonders about the Duke's mysterious husband who never goes out during the day. Rumours abound. "I hear Duke Ravengard is extremely jealous and doesn't let his husband out of his sight, locks him up inside the house so none may gaze upon him." "Nonsense, I hear the man is actually a pale drow and the sun hurts his eyes." "More nonsense, I hear he's an insufferable prick who thinks everyone is beneath him and only comes out at night because the sun makes other people's flaws too apparent."

You get the gist of it. Astarion delights in having all these rumours about himself, and tells Wyll to stop trying to dispel them. "Darling, the people of Baldur's Gate get bored easily, let them speculate, it's better than starting yet another cult." They adopt Lily Aurora, who Astarion raises to be a menace. Wyll thinks she's just darling even as people look in horror as she attempts to chew the furniture.

It's all very sweet, despite Astarion's occasional maudlin periods about not being able to go out into the sun.

Now, Ascended Astarion and Duke Wyll get exactly the same story, except no one's happy about it.

This works best imo if they were together before Astarion's ascension and then Wyll broke it off. In this case he'd choose to become a Duke out of an extreme sense of duty to protect the people of Baldur's Gate from the monster Astarion had become.

They would orbit each other constantly, Wyll reminding Astarion that he couldn't go too far without consequence and Astarion testing the limits of Wyll's feelings for him (the love was still there, just twisted).

Eventually the loneliness gets to them both, but mostly to Wyll, who can never get over Astarion, and in a moment of weakness gives in. It feels like a victory to Astarion at first, but like everything else about Ascension he soon realizes it's hollow.

Wyll isn't happy about compromising his morals, even if it's for love, and he despairs in not recognizing the man he fell for in Astarion. Wyll tries to end it many times, but Astarion has him wrapped around his finger, with sex, but mostly with the mimicry of the romance they enjoyed during their early courtship.

Astarion fears one day he'll leave him for good and that he'll be alone. Again. Haunting the halls of his former prison with only his memories for company.

So he brings Lily home, and at first Wyll is horrified but soon he finds comfort in the child's presence. He stays home for longer periods of time. Less 'Duke' duties take him away from Astarion. He's a fucking genius, he solved it.

Except it's obvious Wyll loves the child more than he loves Astarion. He takes to being a father like a duck to water, and while he's home more often all his time is spent with their daughter. His daughter really, he seems to think Astarion will be a bad influence on Lily if he as much as breathes near her.

So his grand plan backfired and now he's so jealous he can barely see straight. He wishes he could take back the damn girl and return her to the Ilmater priests.

But then he remembers. Cazador had made good use of a father's love for his daughter when he made Leon do everything he wanted to keep Violet safe.

Astarion starts doing the same, manipulating Wyll with veiled threats to Lily's life. Wyll knows exactly what he's doing, but he's powerless to do anything. Astarion got the child on his own, they're not married, Wyll has no rights to her.

But he could have, Astarion reminds him. Dangling the promise like a noose. If he agreed to become Astarion's consort, he could have everything.

"Have I not been made into enough of a monster?"

"Darling, at least we'd be monsters together."

It all comes to a head when Astarion threatens to turn Lily instead. "Think about it, she'd be your sweet child forever. She'll never grow up to blame you for anything."

Wyll gives in, allows Astarion to turn him and becomes his consort. They get married, it's a grand event, with the whole city in attendance.

Astarion is triumphant, Wyll is resigned. He becomes more accommodating to Astarion's whims, and Astarion wonders if that's the result of his influence over him through their bond, or Wyll finally accepting the love he can give him.

It kills him that he'll never know.

Astarion has everything he ever wanted, he just wishes he could be happy about it. Wyll still dreams about the shy kisses they traded on an empty beach with only the moon for a witness. Another life.

#bg3 #wyllstarion #bloodpact #wyll x astarion #astarion ancunin #wyll ravengard #i should write these fics especially the ascended scenario #but i'd rather read about them ;-; #also lily aurora ravengard it's such a wyllstarion name are you kidding me #in my hc in the happy version Wyll chose Lily and Astarion Aurora #i mean aurora: literally refracted sunlight during the nighttime??? hello can anyone hear me?? #there's the other latin and literal meaning of 'dawn' which is also fitting #in the ascended version he chose both names because he was subconsciously thinking about leon's daughter violet #another flower name #and aurora again it just works #i know there's wyllstarion truthers at larian and they are doing the MOST #i salute their efforts

[pinkestlittlebutterfly]

Chapter 136 is out and while it’s generally smart to wait for a translation to say anything Deep about it I’m just Not Going To Do That and simply put a disclaimer right here at the beginning of my ramblings to tell all of you that everything I say might be incorrect and to please take it with a grain of salt. 

Anyways among the many, many things this chapter reveals I want to talk about Lily’s preferences regarding Puccini’s operas. 

Again provided that my wonky attempts at understanding didn’t fail me, in these panels Lily tells Misono about how Mikage used to take him to see Puccini’s operas, and how, allegedly, Mikage liked “Madama Butterfly”, but Lily preferred “Turandot”. Strike Tanaka loves their literary references, of course, and I love talking about Lily, so let’s take a look at those works. 

Summarised very shortly, “Madama Butterfly” is the tale of Ciocio-san, referred to as Butterfly, married to an American at a young age, who desires her for her beauty. When he abandons her for three years, she holds onto her love for him, until he returns with his new, American wife, which prompts her to kill herself in despair. “Turandot”, on the other hand, tells of the cruel, cold-hearted princess of the same name, who swore an oath to only marry a man who solved her three riddles and have those who fail beheaded. Over the course of her story she is challenged by a young prince who answers her riddles but ultimately places his life in her hands, until she eventually falls in love with him. 

Both of these stories are much more complex than that, of course, but summarising them properly would go way beyond how long I wanted this post to be and I will just recommend you check them out if you haven’t yet. The point I want to make is that both “Madama Butterfly” and “Turandot” are, at their core, stories about love: Butterfly believes in love with her whole heart but finds hers empty and worthless, while Turandot rejects love until she sees it at its most strong and gives in to it, granting her a happy end. Love is misery and grief to Butterfly, but salvation to Turandot. 

In chapter 136, Lily also talks about love when Misono calls him out on how he is not being very true to his name “All of Love”, suggesting that despite his stance of “everyone is born to be loved” back in volume four, he never really believed in love in the first place and only ever stood for loveless lust. 

That is, again, assuming I read this part correctly. 

But Lily prefers “Turandot” to “Madama Butterfly”, he prefers the story of a love so warm and true it melts the princess’ ice heart to that which – at least with how he presents himself in this chapter – should be much closer to how he feels about it all. And it might just be mentioned in a throwaway line, but I think it was placed in this chapter on purpose. I think that Lily, like most of us, likes stories that are not about how he thinks the world is, but how he wishes it to be – Lily wants to believe in a love like that Turandot experienced, even as he tries to deny it. 

This is also not the first time that “Turandot” is brought up. “Turandot” is the name of the spell Lily is using to keep himself and Misono trapped on the chess board; the first technique that Misono developed upon becoming Lily’s Eve. In a way, the princess Turandot becomes reminiscent of how Lily positions himself in the game the two of them are playing – a cold-hearted creature, unyielding to love, and cruel in how he rejects it. 

But I think there’s a little Butterfly in him as well.

We don’t know a lot about Lily’s backstory yet, and I am really mostly speculating at this point, but as it’s been with Kuro and Ildio and Hugh, to become a Servamp one’s body must be primed by sin. Like Butterfly, I think Lily has been the victim of loveless lust once – it’s just that he didn’t get the luxury of dying. He became Turandot, somewhere along the way, and how it happened is (hopefully) for the coming chapters to reveal. 

Turandot found love to soften her heart in the end, and I think Lily will be able to do the same. He already has a prince to challenge him, after all. I don’t think he’s being all that honest with Misono, I think he’s trying to rile him up, to inspire hate and rejection, but Misono has grown strong and smart enough to figure him out. And I honestly can’t wait to see it. 

#servamp #servamp lily #servamp misono #huge thank you to svpages for providing the raws you're a hero #it's really late and this is probably riddled with mistakes #but i have so many feelings and i must put them somewhere #servamp spoilers #girl help my neatly cropped pictures were copied in whole for some reason

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA for exposing my friend's infidelity to their spouse?

I have a best friend, let's call them "F1", who I've known for a long time. "F1" married their spouse, lets call them "F2", whom I also consider a friend, as I met them through F1. I care about both of them, although my friendship with F1 is more established and closer than my friendship with F2.

I declare the following information for the readers here: I know, with absolute certainty, that, before now F1 has never cheated on their spouse.

I'm going to share the following story as I heard it from my friend, F1, in question. I'm relaying details as they were told to me by my friend themselves. The feelings are not my presumptions, but statements of F1 that they made to me explicitly.

My good friend, F1, had a physical although, ultimately, an "emotional relationship" with a person, let us call them "Z". The affair (they always said "relationship", not affair) lived from October of last year to the spring of this year. It was neither expected nor preventable that F1 fell in love with Z; this was not their choice, but they chose to start the affair with Z. F1 pursued it because being with Z brought him "peace and respect" that they "hasn't felt in—I don't know how long ago". The feelings they had for Z were deep.  as cheesy and cliché as it sounds, these were the circumstances between F1 and Z. 

F1 told me about the affair around the time they decided to end it, saying that they still loved Z, but "the fear of losing their marriage" and resistance to "hurting F1" led them to end the affair.

This is the end of the story as F1 told it to me.

Lets call F1's spouse "F2". F2 is nice, I like F2, we get along well enough, I have no problems with them. F2 can be, however, controlling of F1, making them [F1] divulge all of their personal conversations between friends and colleagues, even when it could risk F1's job. F1 has tried to communicate their legitimate boundaries to F2 (examples: "can we please not talk about my private family relationships with your friends?", "I would appreciate refraining from discussing details of my parents' issues while we are in public"). These requests have gone ignored by F2, claiming that they are entitled to know everything about F1's life, even information shared in confidence . I know that F1 is not perfect; they are considerate, although oblivious to social cues and have certain problem-solving issues. F2 is not beyond fault, either; they are caring and dedicated to their loved ones, although refuse to respect peoples' privacies and private lives, as they regularly worry that people are talking about them or lying to them.

I don't need judgment of the infidelity. I know that it is wrong to cheat on a spouse. I don't think that cheating is good, but I do think that F1 is hurt the personal violations of their autonomy and disrespect in their marriage. I think that F1 has grown tired of being treated poorly and was desperate to be treated like an equal. I have tried so hard not to be biased in favor of F1, by being sympathetic to F2. They have a lot of trust issues, in fear of abandonment, but their anxiety has backfired by alienating F1. F2 wants to be cherished and adored,  although they are trying to secure that attachment by cutting off F1 from their friendships and family.

I can see why F1 got comfort from another person, especially a person who didn't make them feel like a child unworthy of respect. I also think that F2 deserves to know about the infidelity.

I detest like getting involved in personal issues, but I know that if my spouse were cheating on me, then I would want to know the truth. I know for a fact that F2 would want to know the truth. I am torn by this issue. I want to respect F1's confidence in me, but I believe that if someone is being cheated on, then they deserve to know because they deserve to be loved in the way that they think they are being loved by their partner.  should I tell F2 or keep F1's secret? 

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[em-prentiss]

Maybe it's just me, but I don't think that narrative fits with Hotchniss. Emily I think is mature enough in her decision to date someone whom she has a lot of risks to begin with, and Aaron, I believe is the type of guy who can read the situation quickly and will solve the problem immediately, or he will let the relationship go, especially because Jack is involved too. I think they will consider this matter individually and together before they date each other and risk everything they've built for years

It’s funny because I actually agree with all of your points. I definitely don’t think it’d have been easy if they made hotchniss canon, which is one of the reasons why I’m glad it’s not. I can see so many issues (such as Hotch treating Emily differently) that would potentially have to be solved by Hotch stepping down or one of them switching to a different division—some major change like that that would really hinder the team dynamic. One thought I’ve been having recently is that if one of them is incapacitated for whatever reason—injury, sickness, personal matter, whatever—the other would be too, especially if they would be married. And obviously missing one agent is difficult, but to miss two and one of them is the unit chief would stilt the dynamic of the team and make solving cases harder, I think. I also don’t think Aaron would fully be able to treat Emily as just one of his subordinates after that, no matter how hard they both try.

I think both of them would try to hold back so much, because they know how complicated it would be for both of them, but they just wouldn’t be able to help it. Both of them are very professional and are very attached to their jobs because they worked so hard to get to their current positions, so they’d be very hesitant to take the first step, so much so that something almost doesn’t happen, until maybe a major incident like Doyle that would make them say fuck it, you know?

Also I would like to believe that Aaron would have learned from his mistakes with Haley and he would start putting his family first instead of work. And Emily would get it, of course; she works the same job and knows how he feels about it, but she could also help him get there. I know that for Emily, family (BAU fam, Jack, Aaron) would easily come before the job so she wouldn’t struggle with it as much as he does.

However when it comes to Jack, I think this is one of the points where Aaron wouldn’t hesitate, because (this is a headcanon for me but I consider it canon haha) Jack loves Emily so so much and she loves him so much too, he just got so attached to her and Jess after Haley. I think Jack could be a driving force in getting them together lol.

All that said, I don’t think they’d fully work in canon, unless it would be a season 12+ situation in which one of them is out of the BAU. Idk how to explain it properly but in theoretical canon it would work but in actual canon it would be pretty difficult. I try to make my fics as realistic as possible, but in the end I am aware that they contain a little bit of silliness because there are so many things about an established relationship in the BAU that are not plausible, especially between Hotch and one of the other team members. Realistically there are lots of problems that wouldn’t slide—what if they break up? What if they have kids and they both want to stay in the BAU? What if they can’t maintain the professional boundary?—but in the end I’m just shipping them and writing fics for my silly little mental health. I can say all I want that I want them to be canon, but we all know it’d be too messy for that to happen lol. I will be content just writing them sneaking into each other’s hotel rooms and secretly holding hands under the table <3

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[oh-surprise-its-me]

Roy/Jamie prompt: Set during S1 where Roy is an Alpha and Jamie is an Omega. After hours they get into another fight that escalates into a full on brawl, which then turns into mind-blowing, angry sex. They get so passionate that their fangs come out and then both bite each other's necks, right on the mating gland, forming an irreversible link between them. Roy somehow manages to get them to his place where they continue to make love to each other all night. Thankfully tomorrow is a rest day. They wake up bruised and basically married. Instead of rejecting each other, instinct takes over as they want to take care of each other like newly bonded mates are supposed to. Roy's afraid of being to stifling and clingy, only to realize Jamie thrives on it, craves him above all others. They started out enemies, and somehow turn into each other's whole world, flaws and all.

Ohh I’ve never written alpha/beta/omega before

I know some people don’t like it but boo lame it’s better then some au’s

So here’s the tw- alpha/beta/omega dynamics (maybe untraditional?? Idk whatever.)

When Jamie wakes up he’s warm. He feels fucking fabulous.

His neck hurts but that’s what happened when you get a mating bite.

Oh fuck him he’s got a mating bite. From Roy no less.

He couldn’t be happier.

He remembers Roy pressing a kiss to his shoulder and telling him he’d be back with breakfast.

Jamie rolls up and looks around for some sort of pants. He might have an exhibitionist streak but he does know that he gets cold easily. He catches sight of the sweater Roy had on yesterday. It’s a dark green. Should smell like him.

Jamie pulls it on over his head. It fits perfectly.

He wanders down to the kitchen where he smells bacon. Roy is at the stove in sweatpants.

God his back is incredible. Jamie goes over and presses up behind Roy. He licks up the side of his neck. “Morning.”

Roy let’s out a small growl. “Morning pretty boy.”

Jamie hums. “Smells good.” He gets a snort from Roy. “Me or the food?” Jamie lightly nips the other side of Roy’s neck. “Why not both.”

Roy smiles at him. He’s gently pushed to the counter and told to stay. Thank god it’s the weekend and they can just cuddle and fuck like animals all they want.

-

It’s a few hours later and they’ve talked everything over. Jamie sighs. It’s been a fabulous morning but he wants a shower.

He brushes his hand over Roy’s head from where it’s laying on his stomach. “Wanna shower now.”

Roy nods. He sits up and leans against the other arm of the couch. Jamie tilts his head and stands.

“Aren’t you coming with me?”

Roy blinks up at him. “Figured I’ve mauled you enough. You deserve some alone time.”

Jamie blinks at his mate.

He slides onto Roy’s lap. It makes the older man startle lightly. He grabs Roy’s face. Makes him have eye contact.

He gently shakes Roy’s head. “Why would I want to be alone. You’re my mate I literally never have to be alone again. And I don’t want to be alone ever again.”

Roy stares at Jamie. Shit. How does he have such the perfect mate. “You sure? Ive had people tell me I’m annoying about affection multiple times.”

Jamie gets a murderous look in his eye. “And I’ll fucking end them. I want you to be ‘annoyingly affectionate’ Roy I’m annoyingly affectionate.”

Roy shakes his head, hard to do since Jamie’s fingers still have a grip but he manages. “No you fucking aren’t. You’re perfect wanna be around you all the time.”

Jamie leans down and presses a kiss to Roy’s lips. “There. Problem solved. We’re doing everything together for a while. Including that shower I wanted. Get up come on.”

Roy can only obey. He is in awe of his mate how perfect of a mate he got. Roy knows it’s a formality but he wants to marry Jamie. He’ll bring that up another time when he doesn’t have Jamie wet in the shower waiting for him.

#ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #if this is your ick just don’t click! #jamie x roy #royjamie #roy x jaime #roy kent x jamie tartt #hope you like it!! #alpha/beta/omega verse

[songmingisthighs]

[19.00] fiance!yeosang × reader (ft. wooyoung & san)

⇀ you love your fiance. you love how strong he is, how thoughtful he is, and you love him through wedding planning stress. you'd love him even more if he was just yours though

⇁ do consider what you're marrying into

genre : fluff, slice of life (??)

wc : 1.7 k

You love nights like this. Nights where you can just relax with your fiance watching a movie about a nerd, a redneck, and two runaways bashing the heads of zombies.

Coming back from getting the popcorn, you plopped yourself on Yeosang's lap which he welcomed by wrapping his arms around your waist and snuggling his head on the slope of your neck. "Baby, I want," he said, looking up at your with big eyes that truly made him resemble a maltese. You squealed and smooch his cheeks from how adorable he looked, "You're so damn adorable honey, i'll give you anything!" Though you both had been dating for quite some times, Yeosang still couldn't suppress the blush and stupid grin on his face because he loved the way you made his heart skip a beat.

So you both settled on the couch, comfortably watching the movie while you eat and feed him popcorn one by one. Yeosang isn't really a touchy person but he was broken down by having VERY touchy friends. Or so you heard from Wooyoung, the man who claimed to have desensitized Yeosang to sudden affection. You honestly didn't know if you should thank or be afraid of him because he had such a strong grip and presence in Yeosang's life. You didn't hate it though because he took you in as well, happily welcoming you into their little brotherhood because as he said, "it's bros before hoes so thank god you eat like a caveman" which didn't bode well for him because you immediately shove him off the couch. Despite everything though, you genuinely do love him. And San. San was the other person who can't seem to stop loving Yeosang other than you. While Wooyoung is more mindlessly touchy, San seem to adore Yeosang a lot which concerned you at first until San started pinching and squeezing your cheeks while cooing whenever he found you munching on snacks. Although, ever since you got serious with Yeosang, San seemed to prefer you more than him much to your boyfriend's dismay. Not because he wanted San's affection, but because he wanted to be the only one able to touch you and coddle you.

"Hey, have we decided on the centerpiece for our wedding?" Yeosang asked, taking his eyes off the tv momentarily to look at you. You pursed your lips and nodded, looking rather unsure of yourself which Yeosang could easily see. His grip on you tightened and he pulled you in deeper into his embrace, "Hey, what's wrong? Talk to me," he said gently, causing you to sigh and let him in on your thoughts, "I just think this wedding is getting bigger and bigger and you know we planned for a small, intimate wedding. So I'm really annoyed that my mom is inviting her friends and distant relatives. Like, I know we're gonna get presents from them but I really don't know them well enough to share our intimate moment," you grumbled. Yeosang nodded along as you finished your thoughts, understanding where you were coming from easily. "Well... We can make cuts on the guest list and tell them it's RSVP only and that the venue won't let us invite more than a certain number of people. That way you won't get in trouble with your mom and we can still have our intimate wedding," he suggested.

Hearing him being so understanding to you and helping you solve an issue your friends deemed "measly" made your heart flutter. You couldn't help but cup his face and land a soft kiss on his lips. "What would I do without you, my love?" You said which made him chuckle and duck his head in embarrassment. "Can't do anything without you either, baby," he confessed shyly. He cleared his throat before looking up at you again determinedly, "First thing tomorrow, I'm gonna help you trim the fat off our wedding so it'll be just about us, okay?"

"Do what you have to as long as my parents stay. They already RSVP-ed and they're so damn excited for it."

The voice from the other end of the couch snapped you both from your little love bubble and you couldn't help but squint your eyes at the man who was casually eating chips while watching the movie on tv. You genuinely forgot that he was even there in the first place.

"Wait, you invited your parents to OUR wedding?" You asked in disbelief. Wooyoung turned his head to you at your question with furrowed eyebrows, "Yes? I'm inviting my parents to OUR wedding?" He answered as-a-matter-of-factly. Even Yeosang was staring at his friend in confusion, "You do know that this is my and (y/n)'s wedding right? We're the ones getting married here, not ALL of us," he explained, finding it ridiculous that he even had to state it as if it wasn't clear. But Wooyoung laughed at him heartily, even cackling before he toss his bag of chips on the coffee table as he shook his head, "Oh, that's cute and funny, Yeosang. Talk to me again when you make more sense," he said before standing up and rounding the couch to the direction of the kitchen. YOUR kitchen.

Once he was out of earshot, Yeosang groaned and threw his head back to the headrest of the couch. "He's kidding, right?" You asked, waiting for Yeosang to tell you that no, his best friend does not genuinely think that they're such a packaged deal that they might as well be a siamese twin. But Yeosang shook his head much to your dismay, causing your shoulder to drop slightly. "Someone else need to adopt him, Yeosang. I can't have a 24 year old baby by the time we say 'i do'," you said, pouting at your soon-to-be-husband. Yeosang lifted his head slightly to look at you with eyebrows knitted together, "You really think he'd just let people adopt him? We tried leaving him at costco, he came back, (y/n)," "Well what about like a fire station? We can just drop him off there and don't they legally have to take him in no question?"

"Drop what off?" Again, both you and Yeosang were surprised by a voice that just popped out of nowhere and when you looked to the side, you saw San with a blanket around his body and over his head like a hood, looking at you and Yeosang. "Did you guys started movie night without me?" He pouted. Confused, Yeosang blinked at his friend, still not believing what he was seeing, "What are you doing here, San? Shouldn't you be in your own apartment?" He scowled. Before San could answer, Wooyoung came back and plop himself on his previous position, "I invited him here, I told him we have cake," he shrugged. Still confused, Yeosang looked at you then, "We have cake?" A question you replied with a smack on his arm because he was missing the point, "Are we not gonna deal with the fact that one of your other best friend has been here," "Napping in the guest room," San interjected before you continued, "And he was lured with cake by someone who don't even live here?" Wooyoung scoffed at your words and used his foot to kick your leg lightly, "If I don't live here, then why are you doing my laundry?" And that got you to detach yourself from your fiance, "Whoah, who said I'm doing your laundry?" Wooyoung raised an eyebrow and pointed at the laundry basket near the kitchen, "Some of those are mine," he stated simply. Whilst in a baffled state, Yeosang took the moment to get you off of him and jogged to the kitchen, "What cake do we have?" He asked. San trodded to the couch, taking Yeosang's previous spot as he answered his friend, "There's tripple chocolate and yellow cake with whipped cream and berries compote. If you see a pudding cup, that's mine," he said as he made himself comfortable.

You paused for a moment, trying to remember some things before turning to look at San who was happy as a clam in his fluffy coccoon, "Wait, are you talking about the sample cake from my cake testing?" Of course, San innocently nodded, "Yeah and I called the caterer and told her I like the chocolate one, and then she told me to remind you that you need to approve the appetizers within this week so I told her she can't go wrong with pigs in a blanket," he grinned. Wooyoung scoffed at him with a roll of his eyes, "Oh give me a break, the clear choice is the berry compote cake! And pigs in a blanket? What are you, five? You and your damn unrefined taste buds." Yeosang suddenly called out for you from the kitchen, "Honey, do you want some cake too?"

In all honesty, you were still frozen in spot, not knowing which issue to deal first; the squatter, the kidnapee, or the man who seemed to be more interested in cake. So when Yeosang came back with a plate of cake in his hands, you can only stare at him in disbelief. Thankfully, San saw you not being responsive and he nudged your shoulder with his head, making you turn to him again. He opened up his blanket and grinned at you widely, "Wanna get comfy?" He asked. Relenting, you sighed and shrugged, "Why not?" And you let San pull you down to lean your body on him and let your legs drape over your future husband's lap and his friends' as you were envelopped by the warmth of the blanket. As you got comfortable, you could feel Wooyoung gently massaging your legs and it almost immediately made you forgot the crap he pulled.

Even with the movie playing, the conversation kept on going between the men about the cake and the food for the ceremony. You weren't talking, just paying attention to their opinions or combating opinions, disproving one another with their arguments. Over wedding stuff. YOUR wedding stuff. Granted, your future husband is in the conversation, but it was clear that Wooyoung and San were dominating. It never really occurred to you that marrying Yeosang means that you're marrying his best friends too. Until now.

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