#i cried so much from both sadness and gratitude

[heonie-ween]

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#HELLO LOVES IM TURNING IN MY TWO WEEKS NOTICE NEXT WEEK EHEHEHEHEHHEEHHEEHHEHEHEHEHEHE BUT WAHHHHH #AHHHHHH #hi hello annyeong miss kimi is starting a new chapter :') #the past two weeks have been an absolute whirlwind #i cried so much from both sadness and gratitude #i usually handle change very well but this change has me incredibly overwhelmed #it's not even THAT big of a change because i've worked with this agency many times and i know all the employees there #i know i would be more excited but im so sad about leaving the team i worked so hard to gather :'( #i care about them so much #i told all 5 of them individually and i cried all 5 times #one of them cried too :( #:( #personal

[anastasiabowe]

𝙒𝘼𝙔 𝙏𝙊𝙊 𝙇𝙊𝙉𝙂! — Due to work, you and your husband haven’t been as close. He’s been overseas for work, and you’ve been stuck at home waiting for him, but, when he finally comes home, it will be a night you’ll never forget.

note: I'm kind of on my pg/pg-13 era, sorry for people who wanted something more, but I kind of like light stuff!💕

Content warnings: language, suggestive content.

You lay down on your couch staring at your black screened TV. It was a cloudy day and your penthouse was dark and cold. Your husband’s warmth and cheer felt almost ghost-like in this chilling home. You felt empty and sad knowing he isn’t within arms reach. It’s been 3 weeks.

You haven’t bathed in over a week, and you know you should if he’s going to be home within this upcoming week. You could feel his haunting presence almost mocking you as you try and decipher what’s real or not. Are you being melodramatic, maybe, but a wife should never feel this way!

Nanami has sent you gifts and he calls you every single day multiple times, yet it isn’t the same as him laying on the couch keeping you warm with not only his body heat, but his smooth way with words. For the last few days, the gravity of this situation has finally sunk in. Nanami hadn’t called you in 2 days, and when he did a few days ago, he could sense your feeling of sadness.

You didn’t dare check your phone for a message. You were too sad.

But, with the last strength you had, which was more than you want to admit, you got up from the couch and made your way to your master bedroom and climbed into the huge bed that hasn’t been made in over 2 weeks. The cool blankets that smelled like your miraculous husband made you choke back tears.

Although you haven’t actually cried since he’s left, you wanted to now. You just wanted to feel him and listen to him hum a song to you as you both laid in your bed. You wanted to poke at his abs, or count all of the freckles that marked his chiseled body. You just wanted him under your hands.

You close your eyes, remembering all of the movie like nights you’ve shared with him. How he set up an outdoor theatre in a park, inviting any stranger who had the time to watch with you both, or how he brought you both to couples dancing so he could dance with you on your wedding day, or how he tried to hide the fact he cried on your wedding day.

You felt a tear slide down your cheek, but it was a tear of happiness and gratitude for your husband.

You remembered the time a group of teenage girls boldly approached him asking if he was single, and how he pulled you closer, wrapping his hand around your waist kissing your cheek, making you embarrassed but the girls annoyed. Or how he made you dinner when you were sick, and how he spent so much time and effort into his dishes. You laughed remembering how he made you act like Gordan Ramsey as he presented the dishes calling you “chef” or answering “yes chef, thank you chef” when you talked about how good his food was.

You fell asleep thinking about your husband as you did every day. Several hours later, you were still asleep as Nanami quietly entered your shared luxury apartment. He quietly set his briefcase down on the island, and picked up his suitcase and brought it to your shared room.

He quietly peeked in to see you peacefully sleeping. He pushed open the door and set his suitcase down. He softly smiled looking at you sleeping. He wanted to pounce on you for how excited he was to see you. He has been waiting for this exact moment for 3 weeks.

He took off his tie, and blazer. He slowly slid down his briefs, and set them all semi-neatly on the hamper and headed towards the bed. He softly slid into the bed, and pulled you closer to him from behind you. You immediately felt his arm around your waist, and your heart pounded in your chest, he was finally home!

“Nanami?” You softly called out to him. You felt him exhale on your neck, and you couldn’t contain the excitement. You quickly turned around on the bed, and kissed him before your whole body faced him. He smiled into the kiss and held onto you tightly.

You didn’t pull away until he did, you didn’t know what to do, you just wanted him close, you wanted him so close you could just crawl into his skin, you needed him so bad.

“I fucking missed you, you asshole.” You kissed him excitedly again, and he chuckled.

“I missed you so much more. I felt like I was going to fucking implode if I didn’t see you any sooner, so I caught the earliest plane back here.” He smiled, and you just wanted to cry. You kissed him again, and you didn’t want to let go.

“I’m not going anywhere, save some for the rest of us.” Nanami joked as he slightly pulled you off of him. He would kiss you, but he just needed to see your face. He held your face in his hands, and the love he had for you was so overwhelming. He felt his chest warm up at your smile, and his cheeks flushed looking at your eyes.

“Oh, I missed you so fucking much it hurts!” Nanami confessed and kissed you harder than before.

You climb on top of him, and he wrapped both of his arms around you. This felt like you won a trillion dollars, except it was even better. Nanami pulled you even tighter to him, he held a firm hug, and wouldn't leave any room for you to move."

"I love you, Y/n. I really do." He kissed you again, hugging you even tighter. I smirked pulling away slightly. Yes, you may have missed your husband because of how incredible he was, but you also missed a different part of him. A piece of him you only got to see. A piece of him that ruined you while also putting you back together.

"You said you missed me right?" I looked into his eyes, him obviously nodding and saying, "of course I missed you, I missed you more than anything, why?"

I laughed, feeling almost selfish for what I was about to ask.

"would you mind... Showing me?" The smirk on Nanami's face said it all.

"oh, I'll do more than that."

#jujutsu nanami #jjk nanami #nanami kento #husband nanami #nanami fluff #nanami x reader #jjk #jjk kento #kento nanami

[peachdues]

Succor

Sanemi x F!Y/N

I'm feeling horny and sad, so here's a horny and sad comfort one-shot I had queued, and I know y’all love some soft Sanemi

CW: hurt/comfort; mentions of death? explicit sexual content, creampie, emotional sex/love-making, crying. MDNI.

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He comes back bruised, beaten, and bloodied, but he comes back alive; and that’s all that matters.

But he also comes back a little more broken, and Y/N can see it in his eyes; can see it in how his head and shoulders hang limp under what is undeniably the crushing press of guilt.

There was a loss of life on this mission. Whether it was one or many does not matter because Sanemi will bear the entirety of its weight, and she will lose another piece of him to this war they wage on behalf of humanity.

So when he shuffles through the shoji door of her estate and drops his head into the crook of her shoulder, she wraps her arms around him and holds him close. She holds him tight, and maybe it’s because she’s trying to keep him together when she knows that he is about to fall apart.

And when his arms encircle her waist and crush her to him, and his lips find the side of her neck as he whispers, I need you, Y/N lets him have her completely.

She lets him tug open the sleeping kimono she wears before undressing himself and allows him to lower her to the unmade futon on her bedroom floor. She lets him kiss her soft and needy, while he wraps his arms around her waist and holds her impossibly tight against him, sliding into her with a soft groan.

Sanemi has lost today, and she knows that he needs to feel her in his arms, to know that she’s safe, and still here and breathing with him until the screams in his head subside.

She locks her legs firmly around his waist to hold him to her as he rocks his hips against hers, slow and steady. Her white-haired lover hardly pulls himself out, instead content to grind up into her core because he needs to feel as close to her as possible. But she cannot help but cry out from the friction that is becoming too much to bear, and she feels Sanemi pick up his pace, his hips moving a little harsher, his length dragging in and out of her more hurriedly, and Y/N clamps her teeth down around his clavicle. She knows that he is doing this now solely for her benefit, but tonight isn’t about her; it’s about him, and he needs to be comforted.

So, with great effort, she slides her hand down the rippled expanse of her lover’s back until she comes to his firm backside and presses down, limiting the push and pull of his hips until he slows back to that needy grind against her.

In her ear, Y/N hears Sanemi’s strangled moan of gratitude as he resumes the languid roll of his groin into hers. Y/N’s hand slides back up to grip his hair, tugging lightly until he removes his face from where it has been buried in her neck so that he can meet her eyes.

The lilac irises she loves more than anything in the world are filled with such exhaustion and grief and love that it causes something inside of her to break, and her eyes become mirrors of his own. Before she knows it, they are both crying because they are both so damn tired of having to sacrifice their comrades for every demon they manage to kill.

But Y/N can do nothing but wrap her hand around the base of his neck and pull him down to kiss her, to swallow the broken sob that bubbles up in his throat as his mouth moves desperately against hers.

“It’s okay,” she whispers against his lips as she breaks away to pant, a familiar heat beginning to coil in her belly as Sanemi continues to grind deliciously into her. “You’re okay. I’m here.”

The muscles in Sanemi’s arms flex as he tightens his vice-like hold around her waist, melding every inch of Y/N’s skin into his own as he rolls his hips harder against her. He buries his face back into the side of her sweat-dampened neck, his fingers digging into the sensitive skin of her sides. Suddenly, Y/N feels herself clench tightly around him and she cries out, her vision going white as she comes apart beneath him, thrashing against the blankets while her thighs spasm around his hips. Her back arches sharply, somehow pressing her harder against him, and Sanemi cries out her name in a broken shout. He comes and she loves him, and she loves him, and she loves him.

He collapses against her, and Y/N thinks she could die happily crushed beneath the full weight of her lover’s body. She almost cries again when he moves to pull out of her, wincing at the empty cold that fills her, leaving her only with the sticky warmth of their mixed pleasure between her thighs.

But Sanemi does not move off her completely. Instead, he shuffles himself down between her legs until his head comes to rest against her stomach, his arms still wrapped around her as they lay on her futon, both still panting as they calm their breath. Y/N’s fingers move on their own to stroke his mop of white hair as it rises and falls against her belly with each breath she takes. He presses sleepy kisses against the soft of her abdomen and nuzzles his face against her sensitive flesh; and though she can feel his hot seed beginning to ooze out of her, this somehow feels more intimate.

“Stay with me tonight,” she murmurs, fingers lightly scratching along Sanemi’s scalp as he hums in contentment against her skin. “Let me take care of you.”

Sanemi does not answer her, instead settling harder against her, and she knows that he won’t argue; he’s feeling far too vulnerable to pull away from her now.

Though the enormity of the night’s casualties still threatens to suffocate him, Sanemi thinks it might be a little easier to breathe now that he’s here, with Y/N warm and soft and alive beneath him.

And so, Sanemi sleeps.

#sanemi shinazugawa #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny sanemi #sanemi x reader #kny x reader #kny fanfic #sanemi smut #kny smut #kny #sanemi drabble

[ofallthingsnasty]

also please could you tell us more about Blue and gentle noncon because that is now stuck in my mind rent free! I love Blue so much, he’s a cool character

He's my thicc, soon-to-be DILF merman beefcake ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)... I'm so happy he's so loved on here, you don't even know!

fic referenced

tags: yandere, terato (Blue is a merman), ('gentle') noncon, forced impregnation, oviposition, afab reader

word count: 0.6k

To be fair, I have to go with yandere Blue for any type of noncon situation - he has no qualms with simply taking what he wants. And that's a baby with you. He's not someone who starts out as completely obsessed with you, it's something that grows within him as you are together, as the years tick by and he starts to feel his age in his bones. He knows that time works against him; with him in his very last few fertile seasons and you, human as you are, bound to fade quicker than him. It's where a good bit of his condescending attitude comes from as well. In the ten years you've been together, he's seen you go from young adult to really growing into your own skin while he has almost remained the same. He wants to use the years he has with you as best as he can - and a family with you is his ultimate goal, his one desire. But trouble arises when you don't want that (just yet) - even though you promised him this a few years back, even though you know he won't be able to give you a clutch for much longer. It's a weird swirl of emotions for him. Rejection, sadness, desperation, pressure - anger, even. Blue turns moody for a while, tells you he needs some space after these news. And you let him be, thinking that he just needs to learn to accept that you can't have kids with right now - what you don't know is just what exactly is brewing in that thick head of his. Don't you know how much a family means to him? How he has waited to find the perfect mate all his life - and finally, you come along, all squishy and fragile, all human, and you deny him this after he has already been patient with you for so long? It's infuriating. He feels like you don't know what you're doing, feels like that perhaps he has to help you see what's good for you, for both of you, for your future. Really, he doesn't want to hurt you. He would never do that intentionally but he needs you to understand where he's coming from as well. So when he holds you a little tighter after you've made up again, when he kisses you with so much fervor and ignores how your giggled 'no's turn into serious demands for him to stop, when he works you open with his fingers until he knows you're well prepared - know that he's doing his best to make this as pleasant as he can. He'll kiss away every tear, will murmur praise at how well you're taking him - as you always do, his sweet thing, his little human - really, he acts like he always does, it's just you who's squirming to get away from his cock. Blue knows that giving you his eggs won't be an easy experience for you, especially when you're gasping and clenching around him as you are right now. That's why he tries to calm you down, caresses you with so much love and tenderness it makes his own heart heavy. He holds you down and smothers you in kisses as the first one slips in and you cry and cry and cry at the feeling of it working its way into your womb, begging him to stop this. But he's unrelenting, only full of condescending praise for you, promises of happiness together, gratitude for you for taking him so well. You'll never feel so hot, so destroyed, so betrayed yet so... revered ever again, you're sure. He almost worships you for every egg he makes you take, almost cries with you when it becomes too much. It's a mind-breaking mix of emotions, of helplessness and pain - never has he used his strength against you like this and you feel like you're drowning, yet he is the softest he's ever been.

#ask #anon #OC: Blue #yandere teratophilia #merman x reader #monster x reader #terato #tw.yandere #tw.oviposition #tw.noncon

[imagines-about-celebs]

Hey could you do a Joseph Quinn x reader of them doing interviews for stranger things together

Interviews [Joseph Quinn x Reader]

You had been doing interviews all day with Joseph. You both played love interests on the show. You guys were about to sit down for yet another interview, interview number 4 for the day. Before being on the show, you didn’t actually realise just how many interviews get done in one day for your cast mates. You suddenly felt a lot of gratitude towards them and how hard they all work. When you had been asked to do all your interviews with Joseph Quinn, you were over the moon. He was such a dream to work with. He was so kind and funny; you knew you would have such a good and fun time with him answering questions. You both made your way to the room and sit side by side in the chairs that were there. “Hey guys, welcome.” The interviewer asks as you both shake their hand before sitting down. “Are you guys ready to start?” the interviewer asks. You both smile back and Joe replies “Yeah, let’s do this.” The camera starts to roll, and you plaster a smile onto your face.

“Hey everyone, I’m sitting here with the lovely Joseph Quinn and lovely Y/N Y/L/N from Stranger Things 4. How are you both?” the interviewer starts off. Joseph smiles and answers first “We’re both doing good, pretty long day but I think we’re both pulling through alright.” You and Joseph share a smile. “So firstly, how was it on set for you both? Being the newcomers of the season, were there any first day nerves or did you just get straight into it?” Joe lets you answer first. “For me, there were definitely a lot of nerves, you know it is quite nerve wracking entering a show that’s in its fourth season and everyone already knows each other so well.” You look to joe. “Yeah, I was definitely nervous about that too, but it was good to meet everyone and get to know everyone.” You nod in agreement. You had both grown super close with the cast and with each other. “Do you have a favourite scene that you filmed or from the overall show?” You hadn’t really thought too much about this question and Joe could tell, so he decides to answer first. “I think my favourite scene to film was probably any with my beautiful co-star here.” You blush at his answer and smack him gently on the arm, giggling. “You know I was going to say the same thing.” You laugh. It was definitely obvious to everyone on set and even during all the interviews that you and Joe flirted with each other, but yet neither of you had actually admitted any feelings towards each other.

The interviewer laughs at your playful display and asks another question. “Were there any scenes that were hard to film or made you emotional in any way?” You thought of all the scenes that made you emotional but there was one scene in particular that made you bawl your eyes out. “There was that one scene, I wasn’t in it, but I stood behind the camera to watch the performance. The way Gaten and Joe here were during that scene, I cried my eyes out.” You look directly into the camera “If you know what scene I’m talking about then you know exactly what I mean.” You giggle. Joe looks at you knowingly and nods his head. “Yeah, that definitely was an emotional scene. Gaten, I would say, definitely deserves an award for it.” Joe smiles. You notice he starts to rub at his hands a bit. He usually does that when he starts to feel a little sad and you know it’s because he’s remembering the scene and what it took for him to be able to put that performance on. “I think you both did an amazing job.” You shoot him a soft smile.

The interviewer asked so many good questions, you loved talking about all the fun you had on set and sharing a laugh with Joe about the various funny things that went on behind camera. “So, the fans want to know, is there anything going on between you two?” you knew this question was coming. Many of the fans shipped you and Joe, mainly because your characters went so well together, and they wanted you two to get together. You giggle. “Not yet but you know, never say never.” Joe answers. You shoot him a look of surprise. He’s never answered that question like that before. Usually, you both just brush it off or say we’re just friends. It made you think maybe he had some kind of feelings towards you. You shrug with a wide smile on your face. “What he said.” You laugh. The interviewer thanks you for your time and ends the video. Then they shake both your hands again and says bye. You and Joe stand, leave the room and go back to your shared dressing room to have a small break while you wait for the next interview to get set up. Once you reach the room, Joe turns to you as he closes the door. “You want to come out for a bit while I have a cigarette?” Usually, you would decline, as you’re not really one for being around smokers but you wanted to still hang out with him and maybe ask about his answer. “Yeah sure, let me just grab a water.” He waited for you as you gathered your phone and grabbed a water to freshen up. You both made your way out to the private balcony outside. You lean over the balcony, just taking in the sites and sounds of the busy city. “So, that was a fun interview.” Joe says, blowing out a long drag from his cigarette. You nod your head, wanting to ask about the question but a little nervous about what he's going to say. “Yeah, it was.” You giggle. He comes to stand close to you, you could feel his arm brush yours. “So that answer, never say never?” he shrugs, not looking at you just yet. You bump him a little with you shoulder. Trying to lighten the mood and show him that it doesn’t bother you. He relaxes a little and looks at you. “I mean, yeah, just wanted to see if there was maybe a chance or something. It’s fine if you don’t feel that way.” He takes another puff of his cigarette. You move even closer to him, as if you weren’t already arm to arm. you decide to take a chance on yourself, something you had never done. “Well, the fans are wanting us to get together, right?” He turns to you surprised, a little taken back that you felt the same way he did. “Shall we give them what they want then?” he smiles wide at you as you nod your head. He squashes out his cigarette and engulfs you in a hug. It felt nice to be in his arms, they made you feel protected and warm. You wanted to stay like that forever, but you were interrupted, being told that you had another interview to go to. As you both pull away from each other, Joe grabs your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours as you both started to walk to your next interview.

#eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn imagine #joesph quinn #joesph quinn smut #stranger things 4 #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn x reader

[littlemissthunderstorms]

can’t keep my feelings in disguise

synopsis: alex comforts you when you’re sad, basically just fluff.

humbug era alex turner x fem reader

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you huffed as you slammed your car door shut. the air was cool and crisp, the smell of rain radiated off of the pavement as it softly pattered, the fresh smell soothing your senses a bit. your teary eyes shimmered, reflecting the soft twinkly lights of the lamp posts that were scattered along the street.

you attempted to take a couple deep breaths, wiping the tears that distorted your vision. everything had been downhill lately. you were so stressed, work was piling up. your closest friends had been distant, going to events without you, and overall just not talking to you as much. everything just sucked and you were exhausted.

you sniffled as you fumbled with your keys, hastily unlocking the front door and slamming it shut behind you. you slid against the door, sitting on the carpet and burying your face in your arms, finally letting yourself get a good cry out. you sat there for a minute, sniffling and gasping as you sobbed, hugging your knees.

you looked up when you heard a sweet voice mumble your name from the bottom of the staircase. you couldn’t see well with your teary vision, yet you knew it was alex.

you wiped your eyes as he made his way over to you. the boy sat in front of you on his knees and took your tired arms, wrapping them around his neck as he hugged you close, whispering a gentle “cm’ere.”

you entangled one of your hands in his soft long hair, burying your face into his neck as you cried. alex kissed the top of your head, holding you so close he could feel your heartbeat. he crumbled at the state you were in, it broke his heart seeing you cry. he knew things were tough for you lately and he wished he could just fix everything but it was out of his control. all he could do was be there for you, whatever you needed.

alex pulled away slightly, cupping your face with one hand, soothingly rubbing your back with the other. you exhaled shakily, trying to calm down a bit. he leaned forward, kissing your tears away, wiping the ones he couldn’t reach with his thumb. you melted into his touch, heart fluttering.

pulling him closer, you planted a sweet kiss on his lips. alex entwined his fingers with yours, brown doe eyes gazing into yours. “d’ya wanna go upstairs?” he smiled softly, kissing your cheek. you nodded, grabbing both of alex’s hands so he could help you stand up.

once you stood up, alex pulled you into another tight embrace, softly stroking your hair. “i love you.” he mumbled into your shoulder. you sniffled. “i love you too.” pulling away, you tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, mustering a soft smile to show your gratitude. alex kissed you once more, taking your hand and leading you upstairs soon after.

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after you’d brushed your teeth, washed your face, and changed into your pajamas you headed back into your room where alex sat in bed, quietly reading. you’d missed his warm presence already, quickly snuggling up to him in bed. alex put his book down on the nightstand, holding you to his chest.

the room was adorned in lamps, the incandescent glow soothing and cozy. the anxious thoughts and somber feelings slowly seeped in again, tears trickling down your face. alex turned over so he was facing you. he cupped your face in both of his hands, kissing your face. “you’re not allowed to be sad anymore, i won’t accept it.” he mumbled, nudging his nose into your cheek.

the corners of your mouth curved up as alex kept pressing kisses all over your face, eventually speeding them up until you giggled. he smiled, pulling away and grabbing your hand. “are you busy tomorrow?”

“no, why?” you replied. alex played with your hair, winding strands around his fingers and watching as they uncurled when he let go. “i wanna take you out. i won’t be in the studio tomorrow so i think we should have a special day. just me and you. we can go to your favorite bookstores, i’ll take you shopping, whatever you want honey.” he leaned in, kissing you gently. “how does that sound?”

you smiled. “i’d love that.” alex grinned back at you, bringing your hand up to his mouth to press a sweet kiss to it. “great. it’s a plan!” you stared adoringly at him, in awe that he was yours. the boy stared back at you silently for a moment too, still softly grinning. “i love you.” you whispered. “i love you lots.” he whispered back. your heavy eyelids fluttered shut for a moment, you didn’t realize how exhausted you were.

“you look sleepy.” alex laughed softly. “i’m going to turn the lights off so we can get some rest.” he hopped out of bed, clicking all the lamps off until the room was bathed in a comforting darkness. alex sighed sleepily as he joined you. he pulled the soft comforter over you both, his body warm as it pressed against you. your heart fluttered softly, little actions like him cuddling close to you still sure to give you butterflies.

your sleepy eyes fluttered shut once more, your body feeling relaxed and tranquil. starlight shimmered through the slits of the curtains as the fan whirred softly in the background. alex kissed your forehead. “you’re so amazing. i don’t know if i tell you enough. you’re so good to me. i’ve never loved anyone this much.” alex whispered. “get some rest sweet girl.” he kissed your hair, resting his arm across your waist.

you hugged him close. you loved his accent, the way he spoke to you so sweet and soft when you were sad made you fall in love with him all over again. your anxieties were insignificant in his presence, helping to lull you into a calm, peaceful slumber.

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sorry this sucks, working on cooler things!!!

hope you have a wonderful day!

#alex turner #arctic monkeys #alex turner x reader #humbug #alex turner fluff #alex turner one shot #suck it and see #tlsp #alex turner smut #Spotify

[floatyflowers]

The Adopted Princess| Dark! Targaryen and Velaryon Boys x Reader (Aegon II, Aemond, Jacaerys, Lucerys) V

"Your father and I going to miss you so much, my dear" Rhaenyra says as she and Laenor, both, pull you into a tight hug.

"Me too"

You pull away from them, your lips quivering as you try to stop yourself from crying.

However, when Jacaerys and Lucerys hug you, that's when you break down.

"That's not fair, you are supposed to be my wife, not his, I would treat you much better than Aemond" Jacaerys exclaims angrily.

"It is all my fault, (Y/n), please don't leave!" Lucerys cries out, feeling guilty that he is the reason why you are leaving them.

"I believe the king already arranged the whole thing before the fight, so don't blame yourself, Luke" you assure him.

"But it is true, we dragged you into this fight and you even got hurt because of us" Rhaena exclaims. 

"And Aemond is cruel, and he might treat you badly" Baela adds with a sad tone.

You stay silent, wanting to say that Aemond has been treating you kindly and you two were exchanging letters but decided against it.

Just because he is your friend and future husband, it doesn't excuse him from calling your brother 'bastards' and also claiming Vhagar, even though the dragon is the one who chose her rider.

"If he ever upsets you, I will shove my sword into his good eye" Daemon states all of a sudden, smirking at you.

You smile at his overprotectiveness, nevertheless, you still can't believe that the rough prince is your grandfather.

"I wonder why my father didn't allow you to raise me" you inquire.

"Because he is chaotic," Rhaenyra says, grinning at her uncle.

"But, aren't all dragons chaotic though?" you point out playfully, easing up a bit.

Daemon stares at you, realizing how you have his son's smile and playful attitude.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but the ship is ready to departure"

Alicent says after walking up to you and your family like she didn't try to poke out Luke's eye the other day.

"I'm ready to leave, your highness," you say timidly, which made the queen smile, and link her arm with yours.

"Oh dear, no need for formality, just call me mother" Alicent insists, making Rhaenyra glare at her angrily.

While you and the queen ascend the ship, Lucerys notices Aemond smirk down at him and Jacaerys from the ship, mocking them.

As if he is trying to say, that 'you might have taken my eye out, but I claimed Vhagar and (Y/n)'

However, Aemond doesn't realize that the real danger is his older brother.

𑁍𑁍❀𑁍𑁍

You stare down at the water, tears still wet on your cheeks while anxiety is eating at you in slow motion.

Even though the queen showed good intentions toward you, yet, you still feel afraid, after all, you don't have anyone by your side in King's landing if something would happen.

Yes, the king promised your mother and grandfather to keep you safe, something which Daemon laughed at, due to the king's declining health.

If something would ever happen between you and Aemond, let's say a fight for example, who would stand by your side?

No one, absolutely no one.

"Princess?"

You quickly turn around to face Larys Strong, surprised to even see him.

That man never approached you, sometimes you would catch him inspecting you just like he does with everyone, but he never spoke to you. 

"Lord Larys," you say, softly, trying to look anywhere so he doesn't see your red-shot eyes.

"It saddens me to see you crying my princess," the cunning man says, offering you a handkerchief to wipe your tears. 

You take it from him, smiling in gratitude at his kind gesture.

"May I know what worries you, princess?" Larys inquires, standing beside you.

"I just feel like I'm a bargain of peace in this arranged marriage" you confess.

"Oh, I don't think you should think of it in this way, my dear, it will benefit you greatly" you frown in confusion.

"How would it benefit me?"

Before Larys could answer you, Aegon storms up to you.

"There you are, I have been searching everywhere for you..." Aegon stops when he sees the new lord of Harrenhal.

"Greetings, Lord Strong" the Targaryen prince greets the man with a spiteful tone at his instruction with you.

"My prince" Larys greets him back, bowing his head a bit before Aegon turns his attention fully towards you.

"You need to rest, this trip will be long and tiring, and your stupid dragon almost bit my finger off" you roll your eyes at him.

"That's because Quicksilver hates arrogant brats" you mumble, rushing away before Aegon asks you what you just said.

Aegon turns to Lary and sneers at him.

"Stay away from her, you fucking creep"

With that, Aegon follows after you, leaving him standing alone.

Larys would do anything but stay away from you, that's for sure.

After all, your father was a dear friend of his.

𑁍𑁍❀𑁍𑁍

"What are you doing here, Aemond?" You question the said boy, looking at him sleepy.

"I came here to apologize about what I did to you the other day, I had no right" your gaze softens at his apology.

"You should also apologize to Jace, Luke, Baela, and Rhaena when you meet them again" Aemond scoffs at this sentence.

"They started it, they attacked me first because Vhagar accepted me as her new rider" the silver-haired boy defends himself.

"You called my brothers bastards" Aemond chuckles.

"Aren't they though?" you narrow your eyes at him.

"No, they are not-" he stops you.

"Yes, they are, and if you are to become my wife, then you must stand by my side and support my views"

You stay silent, not knowing what to say.

It's true, that once a woman gets married into her husband's family, she is expected to support her husband even against her own family. 

Aemond grabs your hands into his warm, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"My family is now your family, you have to support Aegon's claim to the throne, by doing that, you are doing your duty"

You gulp, coming to realize the fact that Aemond has changed.

"And if I don't?" 

His grasp tightens on your hands, his stare becoming colder.

"Then I will force you to do your duty"

Part VI

Taglist:

Honestly, too many people to tag, and I just needed to update quickly, sorry 🥺

#tw: toxic relationships #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen x reader #yandere house of the dragon #aegon ii targaryen x reader #jacaerys velaryon x reader #lucerys velaryon x reader

[ordonianhero]

The doctor that had examined every single one of the others finally ducked into Sky’s vision to speak to him. Her expression was soft and a little sad.

“If I remember right, your nickname is Sky. Is that right?” She waited until Sky gave a verbal response before continuing. “So I’ve made sure each of your brothers don’t have any injuries. Would it be ok if we also checked on you?” It was a long while before Sky finally realized she was going to wait for an answer and he gave it in the affirmative. They had to do some coaxing to get Sky’s chainmail off, but with that literal weight off him, Sky relaxed just a little in Time’s arms.

“Now, Sky. I need you to be honest with me. I can have these two leave if you don’t want them to hear it. How are you feeling?”

Sky tightened his grip on Wind at the mention of them leaving. “No. Please…” he pleaded.

“It’s ok, Cucco.” Wind assured. “I’m not going anywhere if you don’t want me to.”

It fell silent again as the doctor patiently waited for Sky to answer.

“My leg hurts.” He finally admitted. “It hurts to put weight on it or… anything.” She carefully examined the limb. He tried not to cry as she touched it or manipulated his knee and ankle to test movement.

“How long ago did it break?”

“Two days?” Honestly he didn’t remember. Time moved behind him and her attention flickered to that shift, then nodded.

“We can fix it. We can make it so you’ll be able to walk without pain.” She promised, then hesitated. “But we will have to re-break it so it can be set properly.” He knew he hadn’t done it right. He knew that’s why it hurt so much. He nodded. Both the others shifted trying to soothe him and Sky felt a rush of gratitude for their presence.

“Please. Do what you have to.”

He didn’t pass out. Hylia above it would have been a relief, but he still had stamina fruit and Wild’s crazy concoction going through his system and they kept him going. His leg was set, and with the chime of a fairy, that pain that had been tormenting him for days finally vanished. They encased his leg in a splint anyway, the doctor explaining it would provide some support while everything was still brittle and bruised and would need time to heal. His battered wrists, shoulders, and ankles were all examined. The half-healed cuts were checked for signs of infection. Sprains and strains, nothing else broken, just everything ached.

“Sky is there anything else that’s bothering you?” He had no energy to filter his words. They slipped out before he could think about them.

“I’m so tired. I don’t want to be conscious anymore. Being awake hurts…” He felt the other two heroes react to that. He’d said too much. “I’m sorry. It’s… I’m tired and sore. That’s all.”

“Well I can certainly do something about pain. And we can try a sedative and see if that helps you sleep.”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Sky apologized profusely as the doctor left the room with the promise of coming back with both pain relief and a sedative.

“It’s ok, Chickadee.” He shifted to take Sky’s weight off Wind and rubbed Sky’s shoulder in an attempt to soothe. It was really a measure of just how bad it was if Sky was admitting to… anything. He hated this part, knowing that one of his boys was hurting and there was nothing he could do. But also, Sky didn’t know about the mirror, he didn’t know that they’d heard and seen nearly everything. Wind spoke up, pulling Sky’s attention into a story to distract him until the doctor came back.

“This one first for pain.” The relief was quick. Sky cried once the solution took effect, the muscles shaking with tension finally relaxed.

“And this one will help you sleep.” Time ended up taking the vial from the doctor to get Sky to take it and rocked the boy until he finally fell asleep

Hi, this is what I’ve written recently regarding comfort. Hope it’s ok?

It’s perfect. Thank you

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu time #lu sky #Lu Wind

[yujo-nishimura]

The Escape - Part 9

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8

Thank you all for reading and keeping up with this very long story. Nanowrimo keeps me inspired. <3

With a heavy heart, you make your way to the opposite side of the ship, seeking solace in the solitude it offers. Nestling yourself near the rear end, you find a spot to sit, allowing the tears to flow freely down your cheeks. The floodgates have opened, and you no longer hold back the torrent of emotions that have been building within you.

The past few days have been an exhausting whirlwind, filled with constant threats and fighting. Buggy's humiliation and your own anger were just the visible manifestations of the deeper emotional turmoil that has been hidden beneath the surface. The weight of it all feels overwhelming, like an iceberg of pent-up feelings that now come crashing down upon you.

The waves of sadness and frustration wash over you, their intensity leaving you feeling drained and empty. The persistent headache that had been lurking in the background reemerges but you just accept that this seems to be your life now. 

The crew around you chooses to avert their gaze, perhaps intimidated by the vulnerable sight of a girl experiencing a small breakdown.

Only Mohji seems not to care, accompanied by his loyal companion Richie, he walks over to where you sit, settling down beside you. In a gesture of unexpected kindness, he extends a small, albeit slightly soiled, handkerchief towards you. Grateful for the offered support, you accept it with appreciation. Taking the handkerchief in hand, you proceed to blow your nose with a gusto befitting a pirate, much to Richie's surprise.  “You know, we are going to Loguetown. If you want to leave, you can just hide somewhere in town…” Mohji says this very nonchalant and you wonder why he knows the reason for your sadness. You decide to trust him and ask carefully: “Did I really agree to stay here last night? Was I that drunk?” Mohji shrugs his shoulders and scratches his head. “Honestly, I wasn't there, I have no idea what happened. I went down to the quarters to get some more wine when you walked over to the Captain and sat down with him. I am not sure what he made you do but Cabaji was there and he is backing up Buggys story…” 

Mohji sighs and you wipe away one last tear from your reddened cheek. “You know, if our captain wants something, he can be really determined, decisive… I would say he can be very obsessive. He did not want to let you go. That is for sure.” 

“But why?”, you look at Mohji in confusion. 

"I believe he holds you in high regard," Mohji remarks, his voice carrying a touch of admiration. "After all, you saved him and helped in his return to his ship and crew."

Richie yawns and lays down next to you. His fur felt so soft last night and you lean against him once more, the lion willing you to let you cuddle with him a bit longer. 

“Try to make the best out of it until we reach Loguetown and then you have the choice to leave. It is not that you have a certain place on the Grand Line you need to reach, right?” 

You just shake your head. Actually you had no plan at all and escaping in Loguetown sounded even better than any random island on the East Blue. 

Mohji smiles now and you feel gratitude towards him. 

“Everything will be alright. Don't think too bad of the captain. He is not as good with words as he is with his knives…” 

Mohji remains by your side, offering a quiet presence as the soothing sea breeze envelops you both. Its gentle caress lulls you into a state of relaxation, finally pushing you into another peaceful nap. The distant cries of seagulls provide a serene soundtrack, blending harmoniously with the rhythmic lapping of waves against the ship's hull.

Before you drift into your nap, you decide to act as shamelessly as you can around the captain because no one has the right to tell you what to do.

The hours go by slowly and without any interruption. Once you awaken from your nap, you seize the opportunity to explore the ship, curious to acquaint yourself with its nooks and crannies. You ask Mohji for a place in the crew's quarters where you can sleep at night and he shows you a small chamber which probably used to be the cleaning room. There were just two hammocks hanging in there and a small closet, but you were able to have this little space all for yourself and you thanked him a lot. That was pure luxury compared to what you were used to at the Snowland pirates ship. After all these years you knew being surrounded by many men for many weeks on one vessel made you crave having a little bit of privacy.

Mohji gave you another tour through the ship, he showed you the kitchen and the navigators office, there was even a bathroom with a shower usable by a sea water pump and he told you to just lock the door in case you wanted to use it alone for yourself. You decided that this would be the next thing you would do since no one seemed to need your help on deck.

“"One more question, Mohji," you inquire, your voice laced with a hint of uncertainty. "Does this ship have provisions for weapons or armor? I feel somewhat vulnerable without a sword."

Mohji considers your question for a moment, his expression shifting between amusement and concern. "We do have weapons," he responds, a chuckle escaping his lips. "But I must warn you, considering your previous anger towards Buggy, I'm not certain he would be pleased to see you armed."

You laugh. "Rest assured, I am still very angry. However, I also possess a sense of honor. I would never attempt to harm him without giving him fair warning. Besides, in a duel, I would probably lose anyway..."

Mohji nods, seemingly convinced by your words. Despite his willingness to assist, he hesitates, bound by the constraints of his own orders. "I believe you would need to seek permission from the captain," he admits reluctantly. "As much as I want to help you..."

Understanding his dilemma, you offer a grateful nod, acknowledging the limits of his assistance. The comfort and companionship he has provided to you already means the world. Without him you would probably still sit on deck crying. “If you don't mind, I will take a shower now, looks like no one else will use the bathroom for a while…” 

Mohji hands you a towel which is slightly cleaner than the handkerchief he offered you earlier. Then he leaves you alone in the hall of the ship, wishing you a restful afternoon. You feel a bit more at ease now, more determined to find a solution for your recent situation. You also try to forgive Buggy for his hurtful remark, but you also know this will take a while. You are not the forgiving type. 

The bathroom is small but cozy, it reminds you of an Eastern style bathroom. A simple mirror adorns the wall, reflecting the inviting atmosphere. Instead of a conventional shower head, a humble bucket stands ready to assist in cleansing. With practiced ease, you turn on the boiler, its gentle hum filling the air as it sets the process of heating the seawater in motion. The anticipation of a warm and soothing bath stirs within you, prompting a mindful undressing, each garment removed with care. There is even soap and shampoo, this is more luxury for a ship full of men than you expected. As you fill the bucket with the now heated water, a renewed sense of anticipation washes over you. The steam rises, you immediately feel your headache going away. You wash yourself thoroughly, enjoying the moment of self-treatment and solitude. As you finish up and plan to just soak some more minutes in the hot bath you suddenly hear a commotion in front of the room, someone vigorously attempting to open the door, rattling the doorknob. 

“Who is using the bathroom during the day?”, you clearly hear Buggys furious voice. He probably has finally risen from his hangover and wanted to do the same like you - trying to feel refreshed and better. 

You smile to yourself, soaking a bit deeper into the warm water, without answering. 

“This is your captain, I am asking again, who is in there? Leave the bathroom immediately, I have utmost priority.” 

“It is me, the shameless girl. You can use the room in ten minutes. But probably only with cold water!” 

“Gah!”, you hear him banging his fist against the door, probably hurting himself while doing so. A short episode of silence and then you hear him laughing and slowly walking away. 

This was probably the first fight today you had won against him. 

As you later leave the bathroom, the towel around your still wet hair you go back to the chamber which Mohji had allowed you to use. As you cautiously open the door, a sudden shriek escapes your lips, propelled by a mixture of shock and surprise. Sitting before you, occupying the lower hammock in the room, is none other than Captain Buggy himself. His hat rests in his lap, while his hands absentmindedly toy with a collection of knives, an intriguing and somewhat unsettling display.

“Oh, look at you, all fresh and cleaned up. Did you enjoy the luxury of a ship you so eagerly wanted to leave?”, he greets you with a sly grin. 

Choosing not to engage in his playful banter, you calmly walk past the captain, your focus fixed on the task at hand. The towel in your hand absorbs the moisture from your hair as you continue with your post-bath routine, unbothered by his presence.

Taking a seat on the small closet, you meticulously comb through your damp hair, shaping it into your familiar and preferred hairstyle. You punish him with silence and as you do this you can feel his gaze on your face and body. 

"So you've chosen to remain silent and defy your captain?" Buggy's voice carries a subtle undercurrent of frustration as he rises from his seated position and advances towards you. Sensing a shift in the atmosphere, you refuse to partake in this game any longer.

In an instant, you stand up, determined and resolute. Completing your bath and your self-care, your focus shifts entirely to asserting your boundaries. You step towards the door, ignoring Buggy again. But then you turn around once more, facing him directly with the damp towel in your hand. Without hesitation, you fling the wet towel, catching Captain Buggy off guard as it lands squarely on his surprised face.

“Excuse me, captain. I am needed on deck. I was asked to make myself more useful.” 

Leaving Captain Buggy dumbfounded in your wake, you close the door without looking back. That was probably the second fight you won today. 

Throughout the evening and into the night, you find yourself on deck, your sleep schedule disrupted by sporadic daytime naps and the occasional night time festivities. Despite your lack of motivation to be on this ship, you demonstrate your worth as a valuable crew member. 

Perched atop the crows nest, you diligently maintain your watch, scanning the horizon for any signs of danger. The days have been blessed with clear skies and gentle breezes, yet a sense of uncertainty lingers within you. Could this tranquility be the ominous calm preceding a storm?

Wrapped in a warm blanket, you settle into your post, binoculars in hand, handed to you by a fellow crew member. The crows nest becomes your sanctuary, a vantage point from which you keep a vigilant eye on the ship's surroundings.

Amidst the solitude, a sudden sound pierces the tranquility. Your attention sharpens as you witness someone climbing up, ascending the heights to join you. To your surprise, it is Mohji, recognizable by his extravagant bear-like hairstyle. With an air of urgency, he swiftly places a sword into your lap, its blade showing signs of wear but still serviceable.

In a hushed tone, Mohji whispers: "Don't tell the captain!" With a nimble descent, he disappears back down the mast.  You can only offer a silent gesture of appreciation, your lips forming a wordless "thank you" in response. 

Maybe it was not so bad with the Buggy pirates after all…

#one piece #buggytheclown #one piece buggy #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #buggy x you #nanowrimo 2023 #long fanfic #long reads

[hleevrsworld]

Threads of Fate

N.R

The rain poured down relentlessly, each droplet a heavy reminder of life's unpredictable nature. You hurried along the crowded streets of Seoul, umbrella barely shielding you from the deluge, lost in your own thoughts. But as fate would have it, a collision interrupted your reverie, sending you stumbling and jolting you back to the present.

"I'm so sorry," you blurted out, flustered, as you tried to steady yourself.

The stranger, a young man with captivating eyes, flashed you a charming smile, his concern palpable. "No worries. Are you okay?" he asked, his voice a soothing balm in the midst of the chaos.

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you nodded, a mixture of gratitude and surprise washing over you. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just not paying attention, I guess."

His chuckle was like a melody in the rain, a bright spot in the dreary afternoon. "It happens to the best of us. Here, let me walk you to your destination. Wouldn't want you to get lost again."

And just like that, Ni-ki entered your life, a whirlwind of charm and kindness. With each step you took together through the rain-soaked streets, conversation flowed effortlessly between you. It was as if you had known each other for years, not just a few minutes. You found yourself sharing things you had never told anyone, opening up to this stranger in a way that felt both natural and exhilarating.

When you finally reached your destination, you couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. You didn't want the conversation to end, didn't want to say goodbye to the stranger who had brightened your day.

"Thank you for walking me here," you said, trying to keep the sadness out of your voice.

Ni-ki smiled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Anytime. Maybe we'll run into each other again sometime."

As he disappeared into the rain, leaving you standing on the sidewalk, you couldn't shake the feeling that your encounter was more than just chance. There was something about Ni-ki that drew you to him, something that felt like destiny.

From that day forward, Ni-ki became a constant presence in your life. You bumped into each other at cafes, bookstores, and even on the subway. It was as if fate was determined to keep bringing you together, weaving your lives together in ways you couldn't explain.

As your friendship blossomed into something deeper, you found yourself falling for Ni-ki in ways you never thought possible. He became your confidant, your rock, the person you turned to when the world felt like it was crumbling around you.

But just as your relationship seemed to be reaching new heights, tragedy struck. A devastating loss rocked your world, leaving you reeling and unsure of how to go on.

Ni-ki was there for you, offering comfort and support in your darkest moments. He held you close as you cried, whispered words of encouragement when you felt like giving up. It was during those long nights of heartache and sorrow that you realized just how much he meant to you.

And then, one day, as you sat together on a secluded beach, watching the waves crash against the shore, Ni-ki turned to you with a look of determination in his eyes.

"There's something I need to tell you," he said, his voice soft but filled with emotion.

Your heart skipped a beat as you turned to face him, anticipation coursing through your veins. "What is it?" you asked, breathless with anticipation.

Ni-ki took a deep breath, his gaze never leaving yours. "I've known since the moment I met you," he confessed. "You're my soulmate, the one I've been searching for all my life."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you reached out to take his hand, feeling the warmth of his touch seeping into your soul. "I've always known," you whispered, your voice filled with love and gratitude. "You're my soulmate too, Ni-ki. Always and forever."

And in that moment, surrounded by the beauty of the world and the love of your soulmate, you knew that no matter what the future held, you would face it together, hand in hand, hearts entwined in an unbreakable bond that would last for eternity.

#kpop #ni-ki #kpop boys #kpop imagines #kpop bg #kpop fanfic #ni ki x reader #ni ki imagines #ni ki scenarios #ni ki enhypen #enhypen fic #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen fluff #enhypen

[taikanyohou]

Please, more crying Vegas headcanon

hiiii anon!!

dhsjdid oh i see so you liked me going off on one about vegas crying lmaoo.

yeah so. vegas just. cries. like. all the time in front of pete. and each time he does pete takes it in his stride. at first i reckon it surprised pete. he didnt really expect vegas to easily cry. or know what to do with a crying vegas other than offer words of comfort, a touch of understanding and a presence of empathy. but then, it didnt anymore. it just turned into a realisation that this is a release for vegas, the quickest easiest go to release for his body to let out all this overwhelming emotion he feels from his system, just bc of how intensely he feels it.

and for vegas, it just feels so good for once, to be able to cry so freely and to just let the tears pour without reservation. without hiding how ugly it gets. without holding a guttural heart wrenching sob back. where there's no judgement or mocking or looking down or shaming or being told he's weak for it.

and its not always the loud, wailing crying that vegas does. and its not always crying because he's sad or scared.

sometimes vegas cries tears of happiness. sometimes vegas cries tears of gratitude. sometimes vegas cries tears of pleasure.

sometimes vegas cries because him, pete and macau are sat together on the ground on a summer's evening in their garden and they're just laughing so much over something that it makes vegas' belly hurt and he's in stitches and the tears just come out.

sometimes vegas cries because macau's come home and is so so upset and he won't eat and he won't speak to vegas and vegas doesn't know what to do and he's trying and trying and the panic and anxiety of not knowing what's caused macau to be this upset is starting to simmer and bubble within vegas and it's all getting a little overwhelning. but. pete is there, of course he is, and macau just gravitates to him. and pete's hugging macau and holding him and whispering "it's gonna be ok. you've got me and your hia. you can choose not to tell us or tell either one of us or us both when you're ready to." and pacifying him and treating him just like he is his own baby brother, and vegas can do nothing but just cry at the sight of it. that, thank God pete is here.

sometimes vegas cries because of the nightmares. and the urges. they won't leave him. they won't go away. maybe its ptsd. he's been reading up about that stuff recently, secretly. he finds himself wake up and he's drenched in sweat yet he's shivering. and he sometimes hears gunshots in those nightmares and wakes up feeling his torso and his stomach. he's fine, he isn't shot, he isn't bleeding out, but it felt too close, too real. sometimes its his dad's dead body he sees. sometimes its his dad's voice he hears, of how disappointed he is in him, that he amounts to nothing, that there remains no minor family anymore and that this version of a family that vegas, pete and macau have created isn't what he spent years and years slogging over. sometimes its his mum, and how she was so close to touching his face so lovingly and telling him she's so proud of the boy, the man, the human, that her precious baby has become, only for that hand to be sucked away into a black abyss and instead all vegas hears is her final shrilling scream. sometimes its macau and he's holding a gun to his head and he's apologising again and again, telling vegas that he can't do this anymore, it hurts too much and the pain is too much to bear. that its not vegas' fault and he's been the best he could be with what he had to work with. that he loves him and that he always wants him to remember that. and then there's a BANG. and then it's just red. sometimes he sees images of pete and him, and he's on his knees as pete stands above and looms in front of him, vegas completely in his shadow, eyes looking up at pete, pleading and begging him to use him, to touch him, to love him. and pete just steps away. backwards. further and further away from him, until he's just a silhouette, and then nothing, and then a memory. maybe even a figment of his imagination. its nightmare after nightmare, rotating. its claustrophobic. he struggles to breath. a glass of cold water does no good. laps around the garden in the dead of night do no good. but he tries these things anyway. anything so that he doesn't have to burden pete with all this baggage (but its never a burden, pete has told him this everytime and vegas knows). he tries these things, so that he doesn't give in to the darkest urge and it's pull and lure on him the most: to end it all himself. because he can't do that pete and macau again. he cannot make them go through that again. so he'll go outside and get some air with a glass of water and clear his head, and cry and cry and cry until he's exhausted himself out. then he'll try meditating and working on controlling his breathing, make an attempt at emptying his head out or whatever, something he's read up on, and then he makes his way back into his bedroom. of course, pete is sat on their bed, awake. all he says is "again?", and vegas nods. pete opens his arms and vegas finds himself in tears again, in pete's hold, in pete's embrace, soaking his tshirt, silently sobbing. pete says nothing. at times like this, words do nothing. what feels more real is touch. what feels more anchoring is touch. so pete continues to hold vegas as he lies them both down, his fingers soothing him as he strokes vegas' back, his lips pressing gentle kisses on vegas' forehead, until vegas' breathing has evened out and he's fallen asleep.

and on vegas' birthday, he follows this ritual of going to the graveyard to visit his mum with macau. they've always had each other to lean on, hands to hold, shoulders to rest heads on, to cry. this year it's a little different. they have 2 graves to visit, their mum and dad, and pete alongside with them. they lay down the flowers, pay their respects, and stand in silence, each of the 3 of them having a moment to silently talk with them. vegas cries. all he can muster up is how much he misses them both, and how he'll try to be someone they can be proud of. that he's happy, he feels lighter, a bit better about himself. that he gets what love means. what family means. what being so fiercely loyal and protective means. and as he holds hands with pete and macau stood either side of him, his world, he tries to hold back the sobs, tries to swallow them back down his throat, but pete squeezes his hand, and vegas just ... breaks. what's the point of hiding this all from his family, dead and alive, when he doesn't want to do that anymore? so pete ushers both macau and vegas to come and sit under a tree, in the shade, and this time pete is in the middle, holding both vegas and macau, sitting either side of him.

and that night, when vegas and pete make love, vegas cries, again. at the pinnacle of his release, he's wrecked, mind and body completely fucked out. its a daze. the smell of sweat and sex and cologne from this morning thats remained and lust, hot and heavy and weighted, lingers in the air around the room, clings to their bodies. and yet he's ready to go again. its so sweet, so blissful, how ready pete is too. how they match each other's intensities. the sex is so fucking divine. its fast then slow then rough then tender and above and below and everywhere its just petepetepete, in him and around him. it gets so stimulating sometimes, so oversensitising, vegas cant quite believe his destiny. he gets to fuck the ex head bodyguard of the main family every day and every night, anytime, anywhere, and he feels like a God, for being able to do so because pete chose him above them. he gets to hear pete like they never have and he gets to see pete like they never have and he gets to smell and taste and touch pete like they never could. and pete trusts vegas with all of himself. with all of his body and his heart and what to do with them. how? he still can't quite figure it out. but vegas will never betray that trust. and when they're coming down, from the high of the sex, pete confesses his love. and its not an i'm hungry, or i just want to follow my heart. its an i love you, vegas.

and vegas cries.

#faiza answers #vegaspete #i wrote this whilst shopping in h&m .... so .... YEAH.

[rivaille-13]

Hey Hans! I just noticed that you never really posted your new fanfic with the 1950-ish vibes here so let me be the one to promote it for ya lol

i know quite people are begging this lovely writer to update an epilogue for ATW or even asking updates of By Dawn but we never really had your answers *sad cries* until my email beeps that you actually posted another fic *holy moly*

And it’s freakin 1950’s. FOR REAL guys read it the title is “From Afar” and honestly Hans I’m kind of scared it has a cutesy vibes but at the same time it screams disaster and chaos just like the movie Edge of Love (ik ik, you’re a fan of Cillian just like moralee!)

Again, the writing is incredible im forever a fan. But pls Hans, could you please update By Dawn too? That story got me on chokehold I don’t know how I actually read that because I’m literally bawling every chapters but it’s still freaking beautiful

Ok love u

Wow, this is a long ask indeed! I don’t know what to answer first, it has been a while but please let me express my gratitude first. The amount of support I am still getting is very flattering and heart warming so thank you very much.

It has been two years since the last chapter of After The War, and I swear that I’ve tried to write an epilogue, but then tossed it right into the bin because there has been some changes I want to revise with the whole story. It feels like the story is still lacking plots, and I’m really not satisfied with the whole outcome and grammatical error…I’m still at Chapter 3 revision, and it’s taking me a long time and it’s killing me too.

While By Dawn, I’ll Leave is like the skeleton meme that was left chained at the bottom of the pool LOL I’m very kidding but yes, a year had already passed since I last updated a new chapter. To give you my answer, I have a draft of the next chapter — around 3,000 words but I definitely feel the need to drop a hell of a long chapter in regards to the POV of whom character I am writing…I think that this chapter should express the missing details (I know some of the readers are left hanging and dissatisfied with Levi and Mikasa’s choices) to give way that both of the characters suffered equally in their own way…alright no spoilers. Haha

And of course, I almost forgot! From Afar — 1950’s and stuff…I’m getting a lot of suggestions to write a 50’s one so here I tried. Tackles about the 1940-50’s, I actually don’t know how to react with that opinion of yours but it did make me laugh. The chaos and disaster, hmm…maybe? But it’s not going to land like The Edge of Love for sure, I don’t want Mikasa to be milking Levi’s military pension the way Vera did it to William (Cillian Murphy)! Hahaha, maybe the vibes, you know, I’m still head over heels towards Cillian as Levi and so on.

Thank you for promoting it again, and for the time to ask me such. I’m sorry, there’s no emoji available, my iPhone is shitty, I can’t put emoji on my text!

To everyone who wants to give From Afar a try, here’s the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48274930

It’s not really fixed yet, like the title and tags could change but yeah, a 1950’s…enjoy and let me know what you think. (:

#rivamika #rivamika fanfic #リヴァミカ

[chimielie]

AHHHHH!!! lia!!!!! can i request kuroo (my babie) and reader revisiting their first date spot? 🥺 you can interpret this as loosely as you want!

thank you (if you take this prompt) ;; <3

Nerima is quieter than you're used to after dark; what had been bustling streets only an hour ago is now all blue quiet and shut-down shops. You don't feel uneasy, though, warm enough to leave your (his) jacket open, a prodigal child returning to the fatherland. It's strange how easy it is to slip back into the shoes of someone who traverses these streets every day, how recently and distantly it feels that you grew up here.

"Oh," you gasp softly, and Tetsurō's steps stutter as he rubbernecks, trying to see through the twilight to what's caught your attention. "I used to go here all the time in high school. I got your spinning ring there."

"I remember," your boyfriend grins, and it's been a long time since you first called him by that epithet, but sometimes—times like this, lost in memories and soaked in nostalgia, all sorts of triumphant, buoyant feelings bubble up in you that you'd done it. You'd confessed to the boy you'd pined after for an embarrassing number of years, he'd fallen in love with you right back, and then, most importantly, you'd stayed together. You'd made it so far, together.

Your teenage self would be so proud.

"You always used to make us come in, no matter what else we were doing out, and you took—God, forever, looking at the pretty rocks. Like you were even gonna buy anything most times." You lean forward, balancing on him, peering into the window of the tiny shop straight into the past. Nothing about the cluttered, random mess of trinkets for sale has changed.

"I just said I bought your ring here," you say bitterly. "And I'll have you know those paw-print danglies I got you after you graduated from studs were from here. And the shark tooth necklace, too."

"Danglies isn't a real word," Tetsurō sticks out his tongue, and the two of you make your way further down the street, still connected where you lean on him and he presses back. "I was so sad when I lost that ring, you know. It was so fucking cool."

"Kenma told me you cried," you say smugly, and chortle when he fails to school his face into uncaring admittance fast enough to avoid notice. "Only a little bit, though, and I'm sure he exaggerated. It was a really cool ring."

"Yeah, well," he says, and trails off. "I didn't mind you taking an hour to ogle the jewelry. I liked watching you, um, how intensely you examined every single item, your expressions. I always wanted to be with you longer."

Tetsurō rarely sounds so young, so bashful these days. He seems caught in the same sentimental atmosphere you are, brought back to springtime. You're privileged to see it.

"Do you get sick of me now that we're together all the time?" It's a joke too light for the direction the conversation's going, but it's all you can summon.

"Not at all," he says, fond, and presses a kiss to your temple, like he has a million times. You've probably turned this corner before doing the exact same thing, mirroring yourselves twelve years later, a classmate with a crush turned lovesick couple. "You remember this park?"

It's one of many, and you feel a burst of gratitude that you grew up in a green spot in this city. You do remember the park, which was just down the street from the library the both of you had met at to study so often. You'd eaten meals on the benches here, legs folded under you, trying not to spill anything while you laughed and laughed. You'd climbed the play structures meant for kids much younger than you, and thrown sand at Tetsurō when he asked if you needed him to push you on the baby swings.

"I do," you respond, "this was our favorite." This park had been like home to you both, especially when you didn't want to be at home.

You're pleasantly surprised to see that there are lights strung through the trees, the leaves rustling softly as the night breeze rushes in. A few people are still out and about, enough that it's not alarmingly empty, the song of crickets obscuring their private conversations. The grass is wet under your shoes when you step onto it, laughing a little at the knowledge your feet will be damp eventually but not caring much. Tetsurō takes your hand and spins you, grounding you with a hand on your hip while you put yours on his chest.

"Our first date was here," he says wistfully, eyes on something far above you that make them look liquid and shiny, dark gold under the stars.

"No," you tease. "Our first date was at your old apartment. Or it was at the beach, with the sea glass. Or at the restaurant where we held hands under the table? Or—"

"I get it, I get it," shushes your boyfriend. "Better wording: This is where I fell in love with you the first time. You were so charming, head down, looking at your books. I loved hearing you talk about literally anything, even the classes I hated, 'cause you were so passionate and-and ambitious. You used to eat too fast during our breaks and you had these adorable chipmunk cheeks, and I don't know how anyone could have looked at you then and not fallen ass over teakettle in love with you."

One of his hands is on your hip, and the other—the other—

You crane your neck looking for it, and he diverts you with a gentle nudge to your chin, his stupid all-knowing smile on his face.

"I love you, Tetsurō," is the only thing you can think to say at first, the only true thing in the world, and then: "The first time?"

He kneels, balancing on one knee carefully in the grass of the place where your love grew, and the lights are gleaming brighter in the corners of your eyes.

"I never stopped falling," he chides you, like you should know, like it's a promise. "Over and over again. Forever."

#i kind of wrote this in accordance with a kuroo wip i have but i hope it still makes sense #strangely enough i wrote this while listening to my breakup playlist. im fine #anywayyy i hope u like bc tbh this one made me soft while i was writing i kind of really like it #i’m so mad it was 14 words over 1k smh my head #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsurō x reader #kuroo fluff #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq!! x reader #haikyuu!! fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader fluff #haikyuu!! x reader fluff #hq x reader fluff

[taegularities]

Now that the pain has passed I can finally leave a baby ass review

Rid. RID. How do you manage to make us feel so much? I cried reading this fic, I felt the pain right in my bones and I literally could not stop. You have a way with words that just makes me break and heal and smile and cry and I hope you appreciate that precious talent of yours as much as you should <3 cmi is a work of art from start to finish, and it is definitely the kind of story that will stick with me for a while. I can’t wait to see more of Jungkook’s pov bc homie is fucking up real bad. I can’t wait to see reader with hobi bc it’s pretty obvious that that’s where this is going (hopefully not lmao). I can’t wait to see Jungkook and reader finding their way back together bc I know for a fact that you don’t write sad endings

Oof. Just so many emotions and so little words in a dictionary to explain just how much I feel each time I’m reading you. Thank you for sharing your art on this platform✨

But I am still in pain. Do not think that I’m not in pain smh… that okay.. okay at the end?? NOT OKAY. She should fight for him, tell him that she’ll move out and drop the job and become a writer bc that’s what she needs to do if she wants to be with him. And he needs to stop thinking he doesn’t belong in her world bc he literally IS her world like come on jungkook😭

Brb, I’m going to go cry some more

ella, two days later and i'm still so 🥺🥺🥺 about this review. you're too kind and i don't deserve you and i love you and i just, i'm running out of words, bc how tf is everyone here so kind, i'm fkn baffled ??? 😭

i definitely appreciate whatever i put in my docs, but the biggest reason for it are readers like you 🥺 i mean, i'm 100% sure i wouldn't have the confidence to put out so many chapters of a slice of life fic if you weren't so encouraging and sweet about it. like... "a work of art from start to finish"? how could i not feel all the motivation in the world, reading such praises :(((

okay whew, once again, we're a little more emotional today hahaha

but anyway, yes, you're so right. homie is fucking up real bad, but i also hope you guys will understand him a little better after the next chapter. i'm already working on it and my heart is in shambles. ha ha also the hobi bit 🥴 no comment...

yes, absolutely correct!! we don't do sad endings in taegularities town 💕

THE "Okay... Okay" GOSH, THE STAR OF THIS CHAPTER FR. i love and hate how much this has been affecting everyone bc same 😭 like, she wants to fight for him, but she's also done yknow?? she just. shut herself off :( her becoming a writer is such a good idea. it'd be so nice if both could follow their artistic dreams.

and yep, once again.. "he literally IS her world" broke my heart. that's it. ella i love you. a lot. please don't forget, you're one of so many lovely people who keep me going on this platform, and i'll never be able to express my gratitude <33

#the fact that some of you said that story will stick with you for some time? #idk what could be a higher praise... ty :(( <3 #💌 one for the heart #notes for rid 🌹 #ella <3 #fic: colour me in #long ask

[okamirayne]

*a wild friend calmly walks over and dumps a mountain of cried through tissues on the ground*

I blame you and I know you're not sorry! How dare you ruin my taste in romance, I can only truly enjoy the genre now if its as painful and raw and tender as these two

The end of Requiem? I just can't even, you beautiful beautiful monster you! The ache, the blood and sinew in the way they crave each other, the gentle flow of time when they're at peace together...*adds another tissue to the mountain*

I mean, everything about this series is good, like Kakashi and Genma and that world weary heaviness, or just Ino and Choji being good beans, the lead in to Kusagakure...but honey, I am as addicted to you ShikaNeji as they are to each other

And when I put it into perspective it gets even more heart-rending because they're just kids! Like, the depth of their feelings is already incredible on its own but when I think that these are teenagers...in a better world they'd be so fucking lucky to find each other that young...but in this one...

Puuh!

I'd also like to point out that one of my favourite recurring elements of this whole series is Shikamaru and Neji instinctively and simultaneously leaping to each other's protection. I live for stuff like this!

Also the fact that you found a way to get Neji hammered twice is absolutely incredible, I take my hat off and pull out snack and tea from it for you because that's some heavy magic

Anyway, onto the next!!!

*the wild friend dives into the mountain of tissues like Scrooge McDuck and doesn't emerge again*

*a wild friend calmly walks over and dumps a mountain of cried through tissues on the ground*

I blame you and I know you're not sorry!

Only because you shared that super sad dream with me and now we're both weighing the impact of the pain trains that we clearly enjoy driving...*sniffles subtly into teacup*

The end of Requiem?

DUDE! Like, how the hell are you reading this fast? I mean seriously, are you absorbing words through osmosis...I am...honestly astounded...but also, deeply touched that you're so engrossed in the BtB madness...wow....

I just can't even, you beautiful beautiful monster you!

I do try...

Now, if I step out of my amusement into the overgrown territory of warm fuzzy feels...I gotta say I'm a tangled hot mess -- as in, nuclear meltdown coloured by Hinata's complexion.

Thank you so much for what you shared here...I get hit all at once with the overwhelming gratitude and it's humbling and heartening in ways that result in me repeatedly failing to translate my feelings into words. Just know, it hits. And I feel it. For a long time.

It was a treat to be able to write that bond as you described it, and I'm so happy that you've connected with it and are impacted by it as a much as I was whilst writing it.

I'd also like to point out that one of my favourite recurring elements of this whole series is Shikamaru and Neji instinctively and simultaneously leaping to each other's protection. I live for stuff like this!

YES!

Also the fact that you found a way to get Neji hammered twice is absolutely incredible, I take my hat off and pull out snack and tea from it for you because that's some heavy magic

Ha! Well...just can't resist a drunken, drugged, or heavily dosed and dopey Hyuga! Shikamaru needs some of that himself, I think. *evil plot bunnies hatch*

Whoa. Godspeed, my dear Wild Friend. Though I don't think you need it at the rate you are powering through those chapters...bloody hell, what are you running on? DO TELL ALL.

*leaves out tea, treats, tissues and a bucket of grateful tears* 💜💜💜💜💜💜

#a wild friend #wild friend chronicles #a wild friend is awesome #wild friend kindness #wild friend has some insane reading skills #btb feels #argh...getting those feels again

[ask-healthy-light]

Prompt idea)Cadance:aunties I can practically smell the love dripping off you both! What happened did you meet somebody!.....an why do you both look so sad an stressed?

After they mentioned how Boom fared, leaving out the fact he was unwell, and that they were both in grave danger, not only because of the Nameless Things of the Valley, but also the vile Monster that had taken over Boom's mind, threatening everycreature with utter annihilation, Luna and Celestia smiled and nodded to Light, who nodded to them in return, though they noticed the two almost cried.

Before Light could ask them if they were alright, Cadance, still with Flurry on her lap, spoke up, and asked why her Aunts appeared so sad, yet so happy, for they had received good word from Light about the condition of their loved one; after Light let out a tiny, unnoticeable sigh, closing their eyes ever so slightly longer, the Princesses wiped away their tears and let out a chuckle.

As they got up from their seats, they told the group they would explain during breakfast, and left for the hall, followed later by Light and Nox, who finished their tea, brought their cups to the kitchen, and, walking close next to each other, just in case Light needed some support, headed to the Hall, when they saw Eclipse waiting for them by the door, asking them if they needed any help.

A small smile grew onto Light's face as they told Eclipse they would be alright, but if they wished to know, they would explain at the table, which the two-headed Alicorn agreed to; they entered the Hall just after the Princesses, who had taken their seats, and who waited for the others to arrive before beginning their breakfast, after which Cadance asked her Aunts about their mixed emotions.

To this, they briefly told Cadance about Boomlord, whom they had not seen in a little while, and from whom they had only heard from Light, who was helping him cleanse himself; with wide-open eyes, Cadance turned to Light and asked them if that was whither they had vanished, and whence they had returned the previous night, to which Light, whose hungry mouth was full of bread, nodded silently.

A moment later, Light briefly explained that Boom was busy gathering resources, which he would use in a ritual to rid himself of a corruption within him, and planning their next destination, with which they were helping him; after they left, they managed to stay in touch with Nox and Luna, but as their destination was fouled by evil magic, they kept limited contact until they were elsewhere.

As Light took a sip of their drink, Nox continued, and explained Light reached out to her the night prior, asking for support, for fear and doubt had taken over their mind; luckily, she managed to help, and Light returned victorious to the fields on the outskirts, where she met them, and helped them to the Palace, where she treated some of the minor injuries they had sustained in the Valley.

The others gave them a questioning look, when Light moved aside their mane for a moment, revealing the bandages underneath, before reassuring the group they were alright, though they knew they would need to rest for a while, but, as they looked at Nox and smiled, as they were about to meet their Daughter at the train station this morning, they would like some help to get there, just in case.

Though the Princesses were unsure about Light's condition, as they wanted to avoid putting too much pressure on them, after a moment of consideration, they nodded to Light, promising them they would keep an eye out for them, for which Light thanked them, before turning back to their breakfast; a while later, after they had finished, and had cleared the table, they left the Palace as a group.

On their way to the train station, where they helped Light sit down, just in case, Eclipse and Nox walked at Light's sides, who thanked them for their continuous help and support, which they replied to with the same gratitude; when the train arrived, Flurry, in her Mother's arms, started laughing loudly, and pointed to her sister, who walked to her family, and, after hugging them, cheerfully said:

"Hey-Ho, I'm Twila! Nice to meet you!"

(Thanks for reading! And if you enjoyed, please reblog! Thanks in advance!)

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Featuring: Boomlord from @thedumbguywithaheart43 Solar Eclipse and Twilight Sparkle as Twilight Eclipse from @asktwilighteclipse Nox Lunarwing from @nox-lunarwing Princess Twila from @twila-bloggin

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