#i just need to see all those sweet sweet dialogue differences first hand

[azlrse]

nah bc i NEED to know what happens to mc after their wakes up from their thousand-year slumber w malleus

they just wake up to realize that everyone they loved passed away centuries ago and that they’re living in an entirely different era, and that they need to haul their ass outta that castle

➳ once upon a dream part ii (a yandere malleus draconia x gn!reader oneshot)

cw: yandere themes, angst, implied forced marriage, isolation, using magic against one's will, implied minor character death & manipulation.

a/n: man I suck at creating dialogues lmfaoo

read the last fic here !!

"Please I beg of you, Tsunotarou!" You desperately gasp for air as you spoke those lines, clinging against his chest. You can feel your eyes glowing a dark green from the fae's magic to put you in a induced sleep, not to mention on how painful your body felt from this sudden transformation. "Don't put me to sleep, I still have a family waiting for me on the other side of that mirror."

On the other hand, Malleus consoles you, rubbing your back while both of his hands are glowing the same shades of green from your eyes. The prince felt really bad as guilt and desperation surges through his mind, repeating like a mantra that it's your destiny to stay here in Twisted Wonderland and forget those people you call your family. The mirror from his school proves it too! That the mirror calls for you despite someone who is powerless and didn't possess any kind of magic of your own.

"Shhh shhh." He whispered softly, now laying you by his side while your body's about to give out, signaling that his spell is working it's magic on you. "It's okay, my child of man. Do not fight it, let my magic lead you into a slumber that you will never forget. After all," He hugged your delicate body, his arm is wrapped around your torso while his other arm is pressed against your head, placing it against the nape of his neck. "A thousand years of sleep would feel like a dream and when you wake up, I'll be by your side." You felt a pair of lips pressed against your own cold ones while he caresses your cheeks.

"Sweet dreams, my love. I'll see you soon."

You felt your eyes fluttering for the first time, letting out a yawn and attempting to get up from the soft cushions of the bed you're laying in. In an attempt to get up, your head bumped into something what appears to be a glass. It surprises you that your bed has a glass cover on top, not to mention the absurd amount of flowers surrounding your room. You opened the glass coffin and for the first time, you are in awe the way the entire room looked like; it's gloomy yes, but the way the flowers added to the room's atmosphere makes you feel...at ease strangely.

You wondered to yourself how on earth did you ended up in this marvelous room. You tried tracing your memories on how you ended here in this strange place and yet, no luck. Your eyes landed on the sole exit of the room, trying to unlock it by nudging the door knob. No one answered. You tried speaking towards the door, in hopes that someone could hear you, no one responded. You are about to give up, returning to the bed coffin you once laid in when all of the sudden, the sound of locks and deadbolts are unlocked, revealing a small, petite maid carrying various flowers and her gardening tools.

Judging on how she looked, she is indeed a fae from the ears and the shade of dark olive green hair. She seems friendly enough for a fae so you spoke her meekly. "Um hello there.." From the shock alone, the maid dropped both the gardening tools and the bouquet of flowers that Malleus ordered her to be planted on your room. Stuttering, she bowed down before you, making you surprised in return. "Y-y-your majesty! I d-didn't expect you to be awake! It's an honor be by your presence, my king/queen!" Not only you are confused on why that woman called you by such rank you didn't even recall gaining it. You remembered that you aren't someone who is deemed as royalty but also you weren't from a royal blood line.

Unless someone who is royalty married you–

"I'm so sorry but this is a misunderstanding." The maid looked up at you in confusion. "What do you mean, your highness?" You quickly shooked your head as you picked up the various tools and flowers she dropped minutes ago.

"I am not used to be called by such endearment and I am not from a royal blood line–" The maid cut you off. "B-but, you are (y/n) Draconia! The crowned ruler of the Valley of Thorns and his majesty's love." She felt like you didn't by her words, which confuses her even more. As a last attempt, she pointed her finger to the portrait right above your bed which turns out to be a coffin. From the picture, you can see on how happy Malleus is alongside you. But, what makes it even more creepy is that you didn't recalled being married to him as your portrait portrays you as someone who is equally as happy as he is, the only difference is that your eyes glowed a bright green along with the black and green garment as your wedding attire.

"Y-your majesty? Are you okay?" You felt like you are about to pass out, stumbling upon the overgrown grass and vines on the floor below. With the adrenaline pumping by your veins, you ran away, pushing the guards and dropping your crown in the process. You ignored all of the sounds that rang around the place, ranging from the guards pleading you to stop from the bells above ringing, signaling that someone of royalty is in distress.

Which in fact, caught Malleus's attention as he saw the guards running and heard the bell ringing above.

Turning around the corner, you see a huge door which could lead to your forgotten freedom when suddenly, your body jolted backwards from the sudden force as the tip of your cape was caught by a sharp stone. In desperation to escape, you pulled your cape so hard that the expensive fabric was ripped and once again you sprinted against the tall door right around the corner. Your entire body was covered entirely with sweat and you never felt this good since the day you've slept and the adrenaline you have felt, it felt so accelerating yet weird at the same time.

You are about to open the door and to your surprise, Malleus appeared alongside with several guards and Lilia by his side. "My beloved!" He spoke, his voice is laced with a series of emotions ranging from disappoinment to sadness upon seeing your distressed state. Seeing his eyes alone, your precious memories from the past reminded you of what you once had. From your heartslabyul friends to your own family back in your world, it was those happy moments you want to cherish for the rest of your life.

However, you also remembered how that man you saw not only is your captor but also your husband and king. It was dawned upon you that Malleus himself took you away in fear that you will leave this world that called you in the first place and out of greed and desperation, he married you against your will. Seeing him for the first time made you sacred to the core, ignoring his attempts on coercing you to leave that door alone. Not listening to him, you opened the tall doors which turns out to the door that leads to the balcony.

This made Malleus worried for you even more as he shouted your name once more in fear. With nowhere else to go, you climbed on the stone fence of the balcony and felt the cold wind hit your face for the first time. "I knew that this day would come." Lilia murmured as he held Malleus's shaking hand as an attempt to console the once young prince. "(y/n)!" Lilia shouted, successfully getting your attention. "Malleus has something to say! Please let him explain to you!"

In return, you shook your head side to side, tears seeping through your face as you held the stone pillar for support. "How can I believe his explanation if that man before me casted me that wicked spell that cause me to have that slumber?!" You shouted fearlessly despite being scared towards him. The man that was once your friend walk towards the open doors of the balcony, with your crown by his hands. "I'm doing what's best for you, for us and seeing you leaving me is indeed torture and I won't spend thousands of years ruling alone without someone to call both my love and spouse."

"Then why did you choose me out of all those people? Why not someone's who's the same species as you?" Now, Malleus was right below you, with a sad smile on his face. "Because you didn't fear me even after you knew my name. You are the first and last human to whom my heart yearned for and the one I call the love of my life." He spoke. "I indeed apologize for casting that spell against your will but as I've stated before, I'm doing this for the sake of your love."

You didn't trust his words but asked another question. "How long I was asleep?" You asked, in which the king of faes gladly answered. "About a millennia, my dear. Just like the tale of the sleeping princess I've read to you when we are still in NRC." You almost lost your grip against the pillar upon hearing his words. Sleeping for a thousand years? For you it felt like you've been sleeping for at least a day or two. Then, another realization dawned upon you, making you nauseous. "Does this mean that-"

You look at Malleus's green pair of eyes and the fae said nothing but a sad nod. Everyone you loved in NRC, even your friends and family on the other side of the mirror are dead and you didn't have the chance to say good to them face to face. You failed to realize that while you are in deep thoughts, Malleus pulled you down from the pillar as you knees gave out once more. Tears begin to stream down your face once again, hitting Malleus's chest as a way to protest and as a way to wake up, hoping that this moment is nothing but a nightmare you couldn't wake up. You didn't believe that it's been thousands of years since you last saw your friends and everyone you knew in NRC.

If it weren't for you visiting that cursed dorm where he once resided, you could have the chance to go home, to be with your friends and family and to die as a human. You continuously hit his chest and it didn't bothered him, not even once as he cradles your tired body against his body. "No no no..." Your murmured, slapping his body. "This must be a dream- no a nightmare. This isn't real, I'll just wake up and everything's back to normal." You sobbed, now giving up on hurting the man before you.

You know that there's no one to take you in if you ever ran away from the castle since everyone you knew is now dead. No blood relatives nor friends to be by your side except for Malleus. For he and he alone could take care of you and he gladly accepted that offer. "This isn't a dream, my child of man." He replied, caressing your messy locks and placing the crown on your head. "You don't have anyone else but me to turn to. For I, Malleus Draconia, your husband and king, will love and cherish you for as long as I've lived." Kissing your head once more, he carried you back the room that was once his sleeping quarters, is now a shared room of both you and him.

He stared at you in awe as you kept on clinging close towards him. "Please don't leave me, my love. I will promise you that no harm will go through you, even from me." He replied, to which you kept on sobbing against his chest, now covered with tears and snot but the king didn't mind at all.

After all, he would like to thank his grandmother for the spell she taught him since he was a child. You are indeed this fae's sleeping beauty, now in his arms and forever be his.

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[chaoticspeedrun]

Oh,you should try watching though,it's a pretty good show but if you don't like anime just ignore what i said lol.

Another ask you say...

Maybe i have one? Yeah,i have!

How would be our precious blue boy dating his first girl? I headcanon Leo been pan but for mostly of the times,he dated mens until a girl (reader) really interesting just show up in his life and after some time knowing each other,they start dating and well,how this goes?

Rise!Leo BF headcanons

AN: I do like anime and have been meaning to watch it! I just haven't gotten the time to do it and also have a lot of series and movies waiting already, but I will at some point!

Pairing: Rise!Leo x Fem! reader

Summary: Leo dating his first girlfriend

Type: Headcanons

Warnings: None

MASTERLIST

•I headcanon Leo as pan too, you know that dialogue people use of him going "You think I would deprive half of the population of all of this?", 100% him.

•Despite this, Leo so far had only ever dated boys.

•It wasn't for any particular reason, most of his female crushes had just been fictional or celebrity crushes.

•That was of course until the first time you laughed at one of his jokes. Do you believe in love at first laugh?

•Coincidentally it happened the day you both met, and maybe his eyes hadn't left you the whole night before that but it was probably just because you were a new person to get along with.

•Surely.

•No, he stopped deluding himself once he saw you laughing unabashedly at a pun he had made while the rest of his family rolled their eyes, his pupils were suddenly heart shaped.

•Raph freaked out when he saw it.

•So after a while of you hanging around and him constantly stealing you from his family to spend time together one on one, he finally got the courage to confess.

•He was over the moon when you agreed, beaming at you as he twirled you in his arms.

•Dating Leo is sweet.

•He loves PDA and showing you off to his brothers.

•"Have you seen my girlfriend? She is just so adorable, so perfect" "Oh, my girlfriend would love that, it's her favorite flavor" "I dedicate this skating trick to my lovely girlfriend~"

•He loves the word girlfriend, his brothers are exhausted of him.

• Since he had only dated guys before at first he worries a bit about what differences a relationship with you will have, maybe you'll have certain expectations of him as a boyfriend.

•And you realize he is acting weird, like he is trying to force himself into a certain role.

•So you reassure him that you both just have to be comfortable with each other and that you already know what he is like, that's exactly how you like him.

•He melts in your hands at these words.

•On his most confident days Leo loves being the big spoon, but sometimes he needs you to hold him, to ground him and just stay there for a moment, giving him reassuring words.

•When he looks up at you during those moments while you caress him and sees the absolute adoration in your eyes he feels like he could cry; how can you look at him like he is everything in the world even when he feels at his weakest?

•You both go out on dates often and whenever you end up at a store he starts looking for blue items and clothing for you.

•In fact, he starts sneaking into your wardrobe whenever he hangs out at your place, and some of your clothes start disappearing, while some of his or new clothes in blue pop up in there.

•From both of these things your wardrobe is so filled with blue over time that people start doubting you possess any other colors.

•Though you're certain the black hoodie Leo was wearing on lazy days around the lair was very familiar.

•Loves when you call him your champion, he is absolute puty in your hands when you compliment him, you can use this to your advantage because he will agree to anything you say during these moments.

•All in all, Leo loves you very much and he is really proud to be able to call you his.

#rise leo x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt leonardo x reader #rottmnt x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise! leo #rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #fanfic request

[luveline]

Hi there! I saw requests were open for shy!reader and I was hoping that you’d be up to maybe write something about rockstar!remus and his shy reader? Maybe their first kiss? Or first time waking up beside each other? If not, that’s okay! I’ll devour anything you write! Thank you!

i changed it a little bit to waking up after their first time together, i hope that’s okay! 18+ please for suggestion of smut and one line of dialogue <3 shy!fem!reader | 1k words

It takes a few moments for you to realise where you are once you wake. Those moments… you don’t think there’s a word in the English language that can describe it. Blissed contentment, a bone-deep feeling of safety and a warmth you’ve never felt.

Remus’ chest is bare under your head. He holds the hand you’ve brought to his heart tightly despite his sleeping state, his other hand wrapped around your back, fingers spread over your bare shoulder blade.

I’m naked, you think. Then you remember everything.

You lift your head from his chest and try to take your hand back. Remus moans in his sleep and won’t let you, his face wrinkling with dissatisfaction. There’s still eyeliner smudged under his left eye. You sigh, alarmed at the ache between your legs and the dull pinching coursing up the length of your spine. Sleeping draped over him the way you had been can’t have been a good idea, but you wouldn’t have done it any differently.

His eyelashes twitch.

You sit up. You need to pee badly. You should’ve before you slept but everything had been a haze. He’d been smiling at you like you were something special — something more than special, like you were a wonder — and all you’d wanted was to be with him, on top of him, whatever. Close.

It feels the same now. You need to use the bathroom but he looks so pretty. Just as pretty as he had last night, but different. The way he’d been, how gentle and patient and sweet he’d been, it furthers the fall.

But god, the way you’d been. The sounds he’d managed to carve from you. What had he said? He’d been as close to you as he could be with his face a half inch above yours and his hand had caressed the length of your arm, and you could barely breathe, and he’d said, “Fuck, look at you. Taking me so well, dove, so fucking pretty.”

He’s called you pretty before, a hundred times, every time as heart-achingly sincere as the first, but you don’t reckon you'll forget the way he’d said it last night any time soon.

Your face is aflame with heat. Embarrassment has warmth flushing your entire body like a wave. You let it sweep you up, falling back into Remus’ chest with a huge smile on your face.

The movement rouses him. He clears his throat and groans like he’s in pain. You turn onto your stomach to peer up at him worriedly, but the creasing of his eyes slowly fades and his mouth returns to an absent smile. Then, a flicker of confusion, his hands grabbing at your skin, his big palms climbing up the length of your back before crossing tightly around you.

“Hey,” you say.

His smile is achingly bright as his bleary eyes open. “Hey,” he says, as if on automatic. He meets your eyes and his smile somehow grows. “Hey,” he says again. “Y/N. Dovey,” he can’t seem to make up his mind on anything, his words stilted but not without affection. “Hey, baby.”

You laugh under your breath and drop your face back into his skin, breathing him in. “Hey baby,” you echo.

“Are you okay?” he asks in a murmur, pulling you up higher until your face is propped on the pillow beside his. He leans back to accommodate you.

“I’m perfect,” you whisper.

His fingers curl around the back of your shoulder. “That’s true.”

You shake your head and avert your gaze, dizzy pleasure welling up, desperate to escape you in a happy sigh.

“That’s a nice sound,” he whispers.

He steals back one of his hands to bring it to your face and push against your hairline, more rough than he usually is but certainly not cruel. He pauses with his thumb skirting your eyebrow. This close you can see every colour of his irises, honey gold with flecks of amber towards the edge, darker nearest his pupils.

“I'm so happy,” you say suddenly.

It’s not the kind of thing you’d usually say aloud, especially so close, especially after everything you did last night, but he needs to know.

“Yeah?” he asks, obviously surprised and extremely pleased by your uncharacteristic forthcoming attitude. “How happy?”

“So happy. I’ve never felt this happy before.”

There, his rockstar smile, that smug smirk that you adore, though you’d never tell him that. You bring your index finger to his mouth and trace his top lip with your fingertip, bumping over the Cupid’s bow. “Me neither.” His talking disrupts your tracing, your fingers falling to his soft cheek.

The room is cool enough to give you goosebumps. Remus pulls the sheets all the way up to your chin and dedicates himself to warming you up, hands roving your skin indiscriminately, giving his attention to any inch he can reach, and all the while he’s looking at your face.

You hug your arms around him. “I love you,” you tell him.

You’ve never ever said it first. Remus doles ‘love you’s’ out whenever he wants to, and it’s not because you don’t love him back in those instances, just that it feels raw to say.

“As I love you,” he says. His grin tapers the words, softens them, his voice thick as dark honey.

Again, Remus proves that just because you're scared to do something doesn’t mean it won’t end up exactly how it should. You tuck yourself into the juncture of his neck and kiss the entire column of his throat, every inch of skin, every beauty mark until he’s laughing and telling you to stop.

“My turn,” he says, pushing your face gently into the pillow, his lips aligning over your neck. You can understand why he asked you to stop. After the twentieth kiss you're blissed by his affection and ticklish, as if his lips were made of downy feather.

He slows. The kisses come fewer and far between, but never any less sweet.

#marauders era #marauders #rockstar!au #remus lupin drabble #remus lupin x reader fluff #Remus Lupin #Remus Lupin x reader #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin imagine #Remus Lupin x you #Remus Lupin x y/n #x reader

[inklore]

taste of you

prompt: "these are so wet aren't you going to remove them?"

pairing: finnpoe x (f)reader

word count: 814

warnings: eighteen+ content, modern au, established fwbs, f receiving oral, don't be fooled poe is more cheeky and needy than demanding.

note: i may have changed the dialogue just a bit so don't hate me bestie @psychedelic-ink! but this is the first official blurb in my finnpoe x reader world and ahh i'm so excited!!

You should have known. Should have suggested the three of you do something else tonight, something that would keep the two content and not making eyes at each other from across the couch. 

Each time Poe's thumb rubs deeper into the flesh of your inner thigh, the brush of Finn's arm behind your head as it lays across the back of the couch, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of Poe's neck, you can feel their eyes lingering on you—burning through you until your body is warm and flustered. 

With Poe back home from one of his work trips, having a movie night and consuming junk food seemed like the ideal solution to how much the two of you had missed him. It had always been that way.

Poe stopping at Finn’s favorite pizza place across town on his way home, making sure to get double breadsticks for you and your favorite wine to go along with it. The three of you occupied the space in the living room as you talked through the movie, ate your weight in pizza, and drank wine until Poe complained he needed something sweet, and the three of you tried to drunkenly make brownies at two in the morning. 

It had turned into a routine. Like clockwork. 

But now things are different. Something had changed in the three of you as you transitioned from roommates to friends to this. 

The word "lovers" was thrown around as much as your underwear seemed to be, scattering across the floors of the duplex when the two men were around. 

Now it felt like that charge—that attraction—you finally let yourself feel was a constant ache in the side for each of you, and you couldn’t keep your hands off of one another. 

So it should really come as no surprise when the mood changes. When both men forget the movie all together. When you try to focus on what’s happening but can feel the fabric of your underwear sticking to you as you grow wetter with need and anticipation. 

It’s Poe who makes the first move. Who cuts the tension with his palm, soothingly running up the top of your thigh and resting at the junction of your hip. Where he easily lets his fingers slip through your shorts and rest against your mound. His lips at your cheek, your jaw, until they are moving against the shell of your ear as he speaks. 

“I missed you.” His fingers leave you gasping softly as he moves them along your underwear until the pads of them are pushing against the sticky mess your arousal has created. “I missed this,” he emphasizes by pressing further, making the fabric press against your clit. “These are so wet. I think you missed me too.” He smiles against the skin below your ear as he presses his lips to it. 

Pulls back to look over at Finn, whose eyes are glued to the two of you. Who has moved closer to your side and is patiently gripping the skin just above your knee. 

The noise that Poe pulls from the back of Finn’s throat as he reaches his free hand over to cup the back of his head and bring his lips over to his in a heated kiss—centimeters from your own mouth—causes you to whine. To squirm against the cushion of the couch, against Poe’s fingers. 

It had only been seven days without seeing them like this, without Poe at home to work the both of you up with his mouth. Without watching as they devoured each other's mouths, as tongues collided and words were swallowed down by heavy breaths, as they both touched you, made you a part of something so fucking breathtaking. 

Your insides had been tortured by those seven days. 

“Missed you both.” Poe groans against Finn’s mouth. Rubs a slow circle against your clit that has your mouth falling open and your shallow pants heaving your chest. “Remove them for her,” he says as he runs his tongue along his bottom lip. “I want to taste her on your tongue. Please.” He breathes into Finn’s mouth. 

And he does. 

Drops to his knees in front of you and pulls your shorts from your lower half, tossing your underwear to the floor alongside them. Finn’s lips leave bites and indents of fingers, teeth, and tongue as he trails up to your center. 

The guttural noise of pleasure you let out when his tongue moves through your arousal and swirls around your clit, swallowed by Poe’s waiting mouth. Each moan and gasp breathed into his mouth as he alternates between marking up your neck and chest and watching Finn devour you—his hand at the back of his head keeping him stationed to you—his filthy words etched into your very being with his tongue. 

“Come for us, sweetheart. I want to taste you.” 

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron smut #finn x reader #finnpoe x reader #poe dameron x you #poe dameron imagine #finnpoe #star wars smut #poe dameron x y/n #oscar isaac x reader #month of love celebration

[lavendertales]

Love in the dark: Part I

pairing: Javier Peña x wife!reader

summary: with the impending breakage of your marriage, you and Javier decide to step into couple counseling.

word count: 2.9k

A/N: the concept of a struggling marriage comes from Scenes from a marriage, but I thought hey, why not explore a post-Colombia Javi trying to have a normal life with his spouse? Contains angst so beware! Also, don’t mind my psychological dialogue, I’m trying my best lol.

AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS & MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!

gif: @katronautt

series masterlist | AO3

He looks around, slightly disoriented. It’s his house, his home, he should be able to recognize the setting, right?

Wrong.

He feels like a stranger. A ghost returning from its afterlife to see the misery of the present that had doomed him. The cigarette feels almost molten between his index and middle fingers, and the nicotine that stains the fingertips and the air suddenly asphyxiating.

So many fond memories in this house, yet the most recent ones are those he’d wish to forget.

He’s not sure when it all started to go downhill. All he recalls are happy times, someone who pulled him out of darkness and offered him a happiness he never dared dream of tasting. But as of late, his inner demons and fears returned, dragging him back into that fiery pit.

It wasn’t always bad. Quite the opposite: it was fun, sweet and intoxicating. She was that way, too. Not to say that she no longer was, but the continuous issues that drove a wedge between them often prevented him from seeing that anymore. He couldn’t blame her. She was just as affected and broken as he was, and she was probably tired of carrying the weight on his shoulders on her own.

But five years together is quite a long time, Javier reckons. A lot can change during those years, and a lot had changed. When he first met you, he’d never felt that kind of attraction towards anyone. It was a slow burn at first, something small waiting to be ignited, then it became the most intense flame that could’ve engulfed him in his whole life.

He breathed, ate and drank you. You were his all, his everything, from his reason to get up in the morning, to his reason for going to bed with a smile on his face.

Now… not so much.

He felt you slipping through his fingers for quite some time, but it was easy to get lost in the sea or anger-fueled orgasms, nicotine and alcohol to actually see it. Then, little by little, the arguments became a daily occurrence, the distance in between you larger, and each felt like they were married to a ghost of their former spouse.

Whenever you talked, it raised more questions and anger rather than providing any clearance, so eventually you stopped talking altogether.

One thing you agreed on was that your marriage needed salvation. Or at the very least, some closure if there was nothing else to be done. So you did your research and found a marriage counselor.

That didn’t really fly by Javier. Not at first, at least.

“Couple therapy, really?” he groaned.

“Marriage counseling.”

“What difference does it make?!”

“I didn’t say there was a difference!”

You bit your lips, taking a deep breath in before continuing. It felt like ages since you last had a normal conversation that did not trigger screams out of either one of you.

Not even those kind of screams, sadly.

“I don’t know what else to do, Javier,” you told him. “Clearly handling this by ourselves isn’t working and we ran out of options.”

Javier threw you a dirty look as you raised your hands, conceding to his glare.

“We have to fix this somehow. Would you please cooperate with me for this?”

Huffing, Javier agreed with a single nod. You were right. You had to give this a final shot.

That was two weeks ago.

Now, as he waits for you to come downstairs, he looks around the house that used to contain so many happy times and feels eaten alive by guilt, grief and immeasurable pain.

“Ready?”

Your voice startles him in the slightest. He puts the cigarette out, tucking his shirt into his pants and nodding at you before letting you walk in front of him.

“I don’t like this any more than you do,” you tell him, unable to stare back at him though.

“Let’s just get this over with.”

“So we’re back to the ‘no talking’ agenda, alright.”

Javier huffs, opening the door for you and hoping you didn’t notice.

But you did. You always do. You just let some things slide for the sake of your own sanity.

The ride downtown, being quiet, allows both of you to contemplate on what you were about to do. There is nothing shameful about it, yet it feels embarrassing that you let it drag to that point. You are both problem solvers, big thinkers, and this is proof that even the brightest of minds need help sometimes.

He just couldn’t understand how it all went downhill so badly.

Seems like yesterday you and he shared your first kiss, innocent, shy, yet so hungry. Seems like yesterday that you went on your first date in Colombia’s crushing heat. Seems like yesterday that he took you to bed for the first time, making you feel like you were on cloud nine for hours on end. Seems like yesterday that he got down on one knee and asked you to do him the honor of being his wife, buying the house you had been living in for the past five years and making plans for the future.

Now the future just seems bleak, an inescapable dark hole for him to drown in.

Javier isn’t stupid. He knows his past issues and pain, carried all the way from Colombia, are still weighing heavily on him and that you unfairly had to carry as well sometimes. He knows that seeking refuge in alcohol, nicotine and, seldom, in you as well, is not a solution, but it’s all he knows. He also knows that he could’ve been by your side more, help you more when you were going through your depression.

Even though he’s not crazy about the idea, he hopes your solution brings some peace of mind to both of you.

He walks behind you as you both enter the building, heart in his throat. He’s barely gotten good at expressing his feelings with you, how is he supposed to open up to a stranger about the most intimate issues in his marriage?

He has to, though. He has to remember that he is doing this for the marriage, for you and him both.

You walk into the office of Ms. Lyndsey Pearson, with Javier behind you, sighing heavily and staring at the ground. You realize he’s uncomfortable, but it’s not like this is a picnic for you either.

“Mr. and Mrs. Peña, right on time,” she says and welcomes you in with a polite smile. “Have a seat, make yourselves comfortable.”

Would if I could, Javier thinks. He doesn’t say anything verbally though. So he sits on the couch, to your left, and remains brooding in the face of the situation.

“So,” Ms. Pearson begins, “why don’t you tell me the reason why you’re here today?”

You look at Javier and realize you’ve never seen him so closed off. You’re both out of your comfort zone, but at least you are more willing to give this a try.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he says, to which you roll your eyes. “Married couple goes to couple’s counseling…?”

“Javier.”

But Ms. Pearson smiles, crossing her legs in her chair and looking at him.

“What’s your personal reason for being here, Javier?”

He falls into a deep silence yet again. He struggles to find the words, but one look in your direction, noticing your unspoken plea written all over your face and he’s ready to give it a shot.

“This is a safe space,” Ms. Pearson adds. “We will work together to get some answers. But in order for us to get there, we need to take the first steps. So, Javier. Wanna start?”

He exhales with difficulty, like he’d been holding his breath ever since you so much as mentioned therapy.

“Fine,” he concedes. “All we’ve been doing for the past year or so is fight and… I’m tired. I’m tired of arguing, drinking so I could numb some of that pain and feeling like I’m in a rut.”

You scoff, causing him to look at you. “What now?”

“You left out the part where arguing leads to careless fucking that then turns to drinking.”

“Didn’t leave it out, but I thought our therapist shouldn’t hear about that.”

“No, no, it’s good to let it out,” Ms. Pearson seemingly encourages you both. “Safe space, let’s remember that.”

You take a deep breath, trying to compose yourself and organize your thoughts.

“Is it easier for you to express your feelings in a physical manner, Javier?” Ms. Pearson asks.

Javier frowns, staring at her, and then at you.

“How do you know it’s not her that does that?”

“Good job, blaming your wife.”

“I wasn’t blaming you, I was—“

“Just—just answer the question. Let’s not get into this, I’m begging you.”

Javier runs his hands through his hair, letting out an exasperated huff.

“Yes,” he says, head still buried in his hands. “Yes, it’s easier that way, physically.”

“Why do you think that is?”

“It’s… just easier. It’s something that comes easy, natural for me. I know how to do things, I like to think I’m great at it, and… that’s it.”

You purse your lips together, almost biting them to prevent yourself from any snarky comment. It’s become a habit to be snarky, to hurt, intentionally or not. That, ironically and in return, was easier for you.

“You express yourself better that way,” Ms. Pearson concludes. “Where words fail you, sex comes in handy.”

Javier falters, but nods shyly in agreement.

“Is this how you always handle things, Javier? I don’t assume things were always like this in your relationship.”

“No, they weren’t.”

A trip down memory lane is the last thing Javier would’ve wanted. But he figures it was inevitable, going to a marriage counselor.

It aches to remember how good things were and to realize how fast they all went down the drain. It’s like you are two different people, shadows of your former selves, unable to distinguish the person staring back at you.

That’s probably why he began avoiding your eyes most of the time.

“How were things in the beginning, then?” Ms. Pearson asks.

“We met in Colombia, when I worked there. Everything was… dark and bloody and deadly, and… she was the light at the end of the tunnel.”

You hold your breath, fighting back tears. It’s been quite a while since you last cried, and it most often happened because—damn. Javier claimed he wasn’t good with words, yet whenever he expressed his feelings, it nearly brought you to tears.

Case in point.

“She was… my hope,” he continues. “My reason to stay alive and keep fighting.”

Ms. Pearson sees you looking away, fighting back tears, and her glare returns to Javier. His face isn’t hollow of regret either.

“Why are you speaking about your wife in the past tense, Javier?”

Silence. He’s never wanted to avoid an answer more than he does right now.

“You can say it,” you encourage him, your voice trembling in the slightest.

He turns to you, looking as if he were ready to start a fight.

“Say what?”

“You speak about me in the past tense because you feel like I’m dead to you.”

“That’s not fucking true.”

You turn to him as well. “Isn’t it? You say you feel like we’re in a rut, that I am the reason why you feel trapped in your hometown, and you resent me for it.”

“I don’t resent you.”

“Oh my God, would you stop lying!”

Ms. Pearson stares carefully at you both, not once interrupting. She notices the stiffness in both your bodies, the anger on your faces and the fear of saying any more definitive words.

“Would you just tell the truth?” you beg him. “That’s why we’re here!”

“We’re here because of what you want!”

You stare incredulously at him for a while, failing to recognize the man standing on your left. It seems the man you fell madly in love with had been long buried under a massive pile of resentment and anger—among other issues.

“We’re here because you wanted us to try therapy,” Javier continues. “I thought we should just call it quits, spare us more pain, but no, let’s go talk about the most intimate things in our life in front of a complete stranger to make things even more awkward and painful.”

“You agreed to come here, I didn’t force you!”

“That’s because everything I ever did was for you! Every single fucking thing in this life… it was all for you! Because of you!”

“Javier, have a seat.”

He didn’t realize he was standing up, yelling at you a bunch of nonsensical things. He’s not even sure whether he is actually accusing you of anything. He’s not even sure he’s going anywhere with any of that.

All he knows is that he’s tired and he wants things to return to their incipient state.

“Why do you feel the need to say those things to your wife in such an accusatory tone?” Ms. Pearson asks.

Javier sits back down, rubbing his sweaty palms on his jeans and avoiding your glare once more.

“I don’t—I don’t know. They just come out. It’s not her fault.”

“Apparently it is,” you mutter.

He doesn’t fire back. You are both equally responsible of the path your marriage had taken, and this is supposed to be an attempt at patching things up.

“Let’s put a pin on this for later,” Ms. Pearson says and calls your name. “How were things in the beginning for you?”

You take a deep breath, feeling your eyes get teary again.

“It was the happiest time of my life,” you say. “I fell in love with this… strong, protective and sexy man that makes me feel like I am the most important person in the world, like I am his world.”

Ms. Pearson nods, eyes on Javier for a fleeting moment, then back on you.

“I notice you use the present tense to talk about Javier.”

“He’s my husband and I love him.”

Your voice breaks as you say those things, and it tears Javier apart. You crumble as he stares at you with those large, puppy dog eyes.

“In spite of everything,” you tell Ms. Pearson, your eyes never leaving him, “he’s my husband. And I love him.”

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but all that time spent in Colombia is bound to leave some scars.”

“Yes,” Javier says, distraught.

“Have you went to therapy when you returned to Laredo?”

“No.”

“Do you think those years spent there, as you bared witness to all the heartbreak, pain and bloodshed, are still looming over you?”

He falters for a split second. “Yes.”

“Could that be a reason for the way you’re lashing out in this relationship?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Now that we’ve established this, why do you think you’re here today?”

The eye contact you make with Ms. Pearson feels deadly. It pierces through your soul and clutches your heart in its harsh grip, but you don’t hide from it. You endure it and seek to emerge successful.

“As I said, I love my husband. I love him, I miss him… and I want him back.”

Ms. Pearson nods, scribbling something on her notepad.

“I want my wife back as well,” Javier adds sympathetically.

“And now we are all on the same page,” Ms. Pearson shows a slight smile. “That’s good. I take it you want to mend things as well, Javier?”

“Yes. It’s true she wanted us to come here, but it’s also true that I agreed. I want things to be okay again.”

“Very well then. Until we meet next time, I’d like for you to try and communicate to each other more openly.”

“How do we do that?” you ask. “Whenever we open our mouths, we end up arguing.”

“And fucking,” Javier leans in to whisper to you.

You stifle a giggle, and luckily Ms. Pearson slides over that remark.

“I have a tip that might help,” she continues. “In order to express your emotions better, start by saying ‘When you do or say this, I feel like’, and so on. Respond to your partner by saying ‘I hear what you’re saying, and I feel such and such’.”

“Okay, that could work,” you reply.

“So for instance, Javier might say, ‘when you make a suggestion without consulting me, it makes me feel such and such’. And then you can respond accordingly, ‘I hear you, and when you do this, this is how it makes me feel’.”

“We could do that, right?” Javier turns to you.

His face is soft and caring, like you haven’t seen it in a while, and it makes your knees weak. In that moment, you know he’s sincere and wishes to work on the relationship just as much as you do.

“Yeah,” you agree. “Yeah, we can do that.”

Easier said than done, though. And what you and Javier did best would not suffice.

Not this time.

next 

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[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

DAY FOUR: Overthinking w/ Bucky Barnes

a/n: I enjoyed writing this one so much :] sometimes our babe needs a break. I'm aware that Bucky didn't get a lot of dialogue in this, but never fear, it was on purpose!

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You loved Bucky. You wanted to be with him, get married, hell, even have kids with him if that's what he wanted too. You knew how he got, about himself, about what he's done, who his actions as the Winter Soldier affected, and you could tell when he's drowning in his head. Like right now, where instead of cuddling you, he's on the complete opposite side of your shared bed, pitifully curled in on himself. He was overthinking, so you knew he wasn't sleeping, it was also the subtle twitches in his muscles and the deep exhalations of air.

"Buck?" You said softly into the air. The muscles in his back tensed. "Buck, please. I need you to talk to me, I need to know how to help you." He just shook his head, his soft locks rubbing into the soft material of his pillow. "I just—" His voice broke. He was crying. You felt like the worst girlfriend ever for not noticing it at first, but all those years of being an assassin hated officially muted all noise that he could humanly make.

You moved to his side of the bed, gently setting your hand on his naked shoulder.

"C'mere." You said with a slight coo in your voice. He didn't resist as he rolled into your awaiting arms where he nuzzled into your bosom, finding comfort in the non-sexual intimacy. He was grateful that he could do this, that he could break down around you without fearing that you would potentially judge him for it. You knew all of his fears, his hateful thoughts, the things he regrets the most, the deep ugly parts of him that were carved into his soul, forever permanent. And now he was laid out all for you to see. He wound his arms tight around your waist, his tears wetting your shirt.

"It's okay baby." You said, your own heartbreak evident in your voice as you consoled him. "It wasn't your fault, you know it wasn't. I don't blame you for anything that you've done, because I know you, and if other people knew who you were, they'd love you too." You pressed a kiss to his hair, inhaling his scent selfishly. "I fell in love with you because you're kind, and compassionate, and selfless," You felt his trembling body begin to fall into relaxation. "Do you remember when we first met? It was raining and I didn't have a coat. You were so ready to give me the jacket right off your back despite the risk of you getting wet too." You laughed a little to yourself. "I was afraid your arm wasn't water proof."

The story of how you met always seemed to be what worked for him, his body now fully sinking into your softer one, his once harsh puffs of air now lighter as it fanned against your chest.

"You were sweet then and you're sweet now, the only difference is that you're mine, and nothing you could ever do will change that."

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[dandelion-wings]

kaeya, 34? I love your writing!

Thank you! :> I was rotating this one a bit because I was trying to move away from the usual suspects (I love the kind of confrontation that line suggests with both Diluc and Jean, but I've written Kaeya a lot with them lately), and that led me to a very fun thought, so I hope you enjoy it too!

I looked up a bunch of Hilichurlian for this and even bashed together an equivalent sentence, and then... did not end up using it because the lexicon on the wiki doesn't have two words that were too important to this dialogue to substitute, so. Translation convention holds instead!

ETA: Now archived on AO3.

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It isn't the first time Kaeya has killed a hilichurl.

Everyone goes rabid, for a little while, when the final transformation takes them. Not forever; they come back eventually, though 'to themselves' would be an exaggeration. The person who was is not the person who is now. But they become a person again, given the chance. It's just not always safe to give them that chance. Kaeya has had to defend himself before.

But there's defending himself, and then there's picking a fight. Diluc has decided to do the latter.

"Come on," he urges when Kaeya hesitates in the bushes where they're hiding to spy out the hilichurl camp. "It's good practice! You'll be an apprentice knight next year, and you'll be expected to be able to handle a hilichurl or two. I'll take care of the samachurl, if you want."

Kaeya swallows and looks up at the bright-eyed, flame-haired, too-passionate boy he's supposed to be pretending is his brother. "Do we have to? They're not doing anything."

What they're doing, actually, is a ritual dance. Kaeya isn't sure which one it is. The hilichurl culture here in Mondstadt is similar to those he knows, but it has its differences. All the same, there's the fire, and the dancing, and the samachurl conducting. And the hilichurls are too relaxed, too happy to be dancing with each other and too tragically unwary, for it to even be a pre-battle ritual.

He's not supposed to know all of that, though. He can't tell Diluc. Honestly, he doubts that Diluc would even care. All he cares about is gaining more glory in the Knights, and his father's praise in turn.

No, that's uncharitable. He cares about Kaeya's success, too. When Diluc has good fortune--and the blessed of Celestia always seem to have good fortune--he wants to spread it around. He just doesn't understand that not everyone wants what he so generously tries to share. Kaeya doesn't need glory or a false father's empty praise. He needs to carry out the mission he came for, and do his duty to the remains of Khaenri'ah. Of which these hilichurls are part.

(He does have dispensation for this. He'd written a personal note to go with his ciphered observations into a dead-drop when he'd realized that his mission was going to take him into the Knights, and thus to this, and had actually gotten an answer. Not from his true father, as he'd secretly hoped, but the only sign since he was left here that anyone in the Order still cares. "Sacrifices are necessary for the greater good," the answer had read, in an unfamiliar hand. "Your duty matters more."

It wasn't until Kaeya had double-checked his decryption and confirmed the words that he realized that what he'd been hoping for was not dispensation, but release. This message was only confirmation that he wasn't allowed to go home. Unlike his father's words, snatched from the fire, the missive hadn't been difficult to make himself burn.)

"They're not doing anything now," Diluc says, "but if we don't deal with them soon, they'll only be a bigger threat later. The hilichurls up by the gorge are always pushing this way. Let them spread, and we'll end up with them on the Dawn Winery, in among the vines."

Where there's food easy to find, sweet grapes on the vine and boars in plenty. Kaeya doesn't see how Diluc can blame them. What do they have in the winters, up there in the wilds that Mondstadt's own people have decided aren't worth settling? But that's not the argument an admiring little brother can have with his brave, heroic, just-knighted elder. He can get away with hesitation, even protest, but not reasoned logic. And certainly not with horror. Not if he's pretending to be someone who's always lived under this sky.

"Okay," he says, rising from his hiding place and drawing his sword. He can't hide his reluctance, but Diluc seems to take it for timidity and just gives him a grin and a nudge with his shoulder before charging at the hilichurls with a yell. Kaeya follows a few feet after.

The hilichurls break off their dance and scramble for weapons at Diluc's so-convenient warning. Kaeya bites back the urge to shout at them to run. Whether in their language or Mond, it would be obvious; it's not something that he can explain later, when Diluc inevitably has questions. Besides, they have no idea who he is, so why would they listen?

Diluc crashes into the pair with shields with his claymore alight, still shouting enthusiastic Ordo battlecries. His first two swipes stagger both of them, and he rushes on towards the samachurl with the two of them staggering behind, shouting in pain and fury, waving now-flaming clubs. That leaves the two with bows. One of them focuses on Diluc's back; Kaeya doesn't have to worry about that one. Or about Diluc, whose Vision lets him shake off far more than Kaeya thinks he even understands. But the one who turns its crossbow on Kaeya, that one has to be his concern.

"Stop," he mouths at the hilichurl, hoping it will understand.

The bow's Electro keeps charging. Kaeya dodges it twice, as in the corner of his eye Diluc continues to decimate the others, and then, with no choice left and Diluc moving, rushes forward and knocks the hilichurl over.

Kaeya sees the moment when it looks up and catches sight of the star in one eye and his grandfather's oversized eyepatch over the other and realizes, at least, something of who he is. "Brother," it croaks, and looks down then at his sword. "Are you going to kill me?"

It sounds young. Hilichurls always do, Kaeya has heard his father say, but that doesn't change that it speaks like a child, addressing him in the respectful register it might use for a lawachurl or a mage. It sounds young and it sounds afraid. Kaeya stands there, sword out, all too aware the screaming as Diluc roasts the other shooter alive on the end of his blade mere feet away from him, and has no idea how to answer.

(He's also heard his father say that most hilichurls were children. Those who change early most often become hilichurls; those who change later in their lives often become more powerful as all the strength they've gained in that time is twisted by the Abyss. Kaeya will live human long enough, grow strong enough, to be at least a herald, or so the mages have promised. But he had siblings once, when he was so young that he only vaguely remembers them as shadows. He was the only one who stayed human long enough to be entrusted with this plan.

He isn't this one's actual brother, not any more than he is Diluc's. But he could well have true brothers, and if so, they would look just like this.)

"Kaeya!" Diluc is beside him now, wreathed about with the reek of burning blood and charred flesh. His claymore is hefted high, still aflame. "Do you need me to take care of it?"

Burning, Kaeya thinks, is supposed to be a terrible way to die. He swallows again and raises his blade in a shaking hand.

"Sorry," he whispers, just loud enough for the hilichurl to hear, as he bends low and slides the tip of his blade under the mask and takes it straight in the eye, through to the brain, as swift and painless as he knows.

As he straightens, Diluc is looking at him with confusion marring his grin of pride. "What did you say?"

"Sorry," Kaeya repeats in Mond. "I- I choked up."

Diluc thumps him on the shoulder. "It's all right. It's hard the first time. It was for me, too. They almost seem like people."

Kaeya turns and looks at him, smiling wide, smeared with ash and hilichurl blood, his blade still burning, Celestia's blessing bright and hot at his hip. Hate rushes through him for this bright-eyed, flame-blessed, arrogant, ignorant boy. This is what Kaeya has to remember when the time comes to call them all to account and bring the false sky they think means freedom crashing down upon their heads. However kind these people are to the unsullied human they think he is, they'll never truly be his kin.

#'how kaeya feels about killing hilichurls' is one of those things where i hold a half-dozen incompatible headcanons simultaneously #and tbh in any fic where they're an enemy and it's not the plot 'it's a mercy' is the default as it's the easiest #but this is another i'm quite fond of #and it was fun to collapse the waveform in this direction today! #(obviously this takes place while kaeya is still very young and new to mondstadt and things get more complex once he's older) #(but this is one that definitely goes towards complexity and not any kind of happy resolution) #asked and answered #why not meme i guess #kaeya is a bundle of knives behind a smile #ascended fic

[chidoroki]

182 Days of TPN - Day 122

Chapter 122: "True Feelings"

I love how the morning is all calm and quiet til we see Emma start to panic about something, so naturally we become a little worried as well, only for the unease to dissipate into nothing as we learn that she was just scared that she slept longer than intended. It's a fun little misdirect and the way the manga stresses that this is the first time in her entire life Emma didn't wake up on time is hilarious. It's okay honey, it's only 9am. Poor girl has been through so much that she needed those extra couple hours of rest, especially after all the excitement from the day before.

Oliver could've definitely used the extra sleep too after all the drama with the losing the shelter & the bunker dads, but he's such a sweetheart for keeping watch and I'm sure Lucas would be proud of him.

Vincent comes off as intimidating here but once we learn in a couple chapters that he's as big of a Norman fan as anyone else in paradise then this moment loses most of the tension. He's just genuinely upset that he didn't get to see that new side of his precious leader. And this is random, but I'm pretty sure it was that bottom panel of Norman at the desk where I noticed he was left handed for the first time.

Well, thankfully he's not wrong about there being any bloodshed for us. A select few get injured of course but they all miraculously survive their injuries.. somehow. Oh, and there's also a secret third reason he's not gonna share with anyone yet.

Aaahh balcony scene, my beloved. (apologizing now for rambling on about it. but literally unavoidable. can't help it. love RE way too much.) Something that only came to mind is how I love that Ray waited until this moment to confront Emma about her bluff. He could've pointed it out the moment he noticed while their whole family was in the same room but that would've made things awkward and added extra pressure to Emma. He also didn't ask about it during the paradise tour, dinner or their late night with Norman since the heavy topic would've definitely brought the mood down and Ray knows better than anyone that Emma deserves a moment to just forget about the world and be happy. So the fact he waited until they had a moment alone to address Emma's concerns and allow her to talk freely without any one else around to judge her is real sweet of him.

Due to the anime skipping over several volumes and cutting out an endless amount of moments I was most looking forward to seeing, I'm beyond happy we got this scene at all. I don't mind the different location or some tiny dialogue changes either as there are bits and pieces of this scene that I simply love how the anime handled it, like having Ray come seek her out because he already knows something's troubling her and the way his face remains hidden to us until Emma admits she's not exactly thrilled with Norman's plan.

One of the rare occasions where Emma's master actor skills kinda falter. Partly because of the serious nature of the conversation but also due to Ray knowing her so well. He's been attentive towards her mood since the previous day anyways so there's no fooling him here.

I'm so happy that he calls her out on this and wants her to be honest. He could've very ignored his suspicions about Emma's feelings or convinced her to accept Norman's idea since it would be easier as the majority of their family already agrees with it, but Ray cares for her far too much and respects her opinions. It's thanks to her they've made it this far after all.

Of course one of the big advantages the anime has is actually being able to hear the emotion in their voices, but there's also little things I enjoyed such as the shadow falling over Emma's face here. I also mentioned this who knows how many times before, but the dub did wonderfully with this scene too. There's nothing wrong with Ray's original line here, but hearing him say "Give me a break. It's me you're talking to, remember?" instead is perfect for them. Ray telling her to drop the act and be honest with him because she knows she can trust him and that she doesn't ever have to hide her ideals or emotions around him.. it's so sweet?? And the fact that she knows all this and is so appreciative of him makes me squeal like an idiot every time.

It makes me sad to hear that she believes she's in the wrong here for not siding with everyone else, especially when it's completely normal to not want violence and wipe out an entire different species, ya know? And I hate how so many people call Emma soft or dislike her simply because she's against Norman's plan. It would be so out of character for her if she did agree with the annihilation right away. I mean, just look back at how she handled her chat with Leuvis in ch87 saying, "I do hate you. I can't forgive you. But that's a different issue." No matter the danger to herself or her family, she will always try to find a way to resolve the issue before resorting to fighting. Hell, the anime had her attempt some small talk-no-jutsu to Isabella in ep8 and the manga is gonna do it again when she confronts Peter during the GF raid later. There's many moments but it's to be expected when she's a protagonist in a shonen manga. Wouldn't be right if the series solely followed Norman's plan when she's the lead character either.

Let me hug her let me hug her let me hug her please oh my goodness let me hug her. I don't like seeing our sunshine child going through big time stress but her voice actresses nail the emotion in this scene. Aside from all the warm and fuzzy RE feelings and taking a deeper look into Emma's mind, I love how this chapter finally brings up some big questions that really lead you to pause and think about the whole demon vs human divide.

I dunno about everyone else, but I certainly didn't care much about the demons in danger of the annihilation up until Emma started laying out the similarities between us and them. The poachers from GP, the Queen and the other regent families are horrible of course and I don't think I'll ever show sympathy towards them (aside from Leuvis because at least he's a good villain) but those lower ranking ones out in villages are just living innocent, normal lives. They certainly don't deserve to be wiped out simply because they exist and look different than the children, especially when they haven't even caused our cast any trouble.

The village demons might just be a bunch of npcs that readers and/or the children won't care too much about either, but surely minds start to waiver when Emma brings up Sonju & Mujika again. (In a weird kinda way, this moment reminds me of Deca Dence, mainly how I personally didn't care for the extermination of all the gadolls til I remembered Pipe was one of them, then proceeded to panic. y'all should give that a watch btw. Natsume gives very strong Emma vibes. hence why I watched it in the first place. & her time spent with Kaburagi reminds me of Yuugo.) Also, not too important, but I love how Ray is shaded so dark in many of these panels. I can't come up with a clever reason for the intense shadows he's given compared to Emma but yeah. Nice.

I'm sure as hell glad I first started reading the manga a couple chapters after this one because I would've definitely lost my mind waiting a week just to hear Ray's answer.

Favorite panel/moment:

You thought it was gonna be something RE related, but it is actually HIM! Zack! My boy! (I imagine Zack offered to carry Ray as well despite him just waking up, but he probably politely declined.)

#the promised neverland #tpn manga #182daysoftpn #chidoroki used chatter

[greatprotector-if]

hey... no shame in admitting your ideal man is a straight gym bro who melts into a teddy bear after he realizes he likes guys... the gay panic.... the puppy love... the earnestness... you know he'd get all shy and nervous asking to hold your hand for the first time... poor guy's trembling during your first kiss because oh my god he's never done this with a guy before???? he's so happy he could die... i'm also touch starved and want to be held in a pair of big strong arms, i get you /lh.

and girl (gender neutral) thank you for humoring ME!!!! i am so normal about sdv i swear. i also happen to have the dcburger portrait mod installed (mainly because i couldn't find shie portraits for ridgeside) so now i get whiplash going from two very different art styles. also sprinkle in a bunch of dialogue mods and now everyone's more fleshed out... slippery slope to having like 60 mods in your folder and really putting your computer to work. i have the yandere dialogue installed so lovesick doesn't even scratch the surface for my game's alex lol. i get too preoccupied with foraging so i completely miss shiro most days as well (and pretty much every other villager) but him and his little brother are so sweet!!! the scar is just so unfair. i want to kiss him so bad.

i also really like jeric, fun flirty characters are just so mmm. i know the love interests are all playersexual but jeric i buy being fruity. even if he didn't have the single left earring in i would still confidently say he kisses boys. i know what he is.

i'm sweating from the first part of this ask you read me like a fucking book

i'll admit it!!!! gay panic is my Shit!!!!! and the way you described it is exactly what i love about it. games where it literally makes no difference whether you're gay or not are so cool and great but the games where the characters go "haha never been with another guy/girl before" have me in a chokehold. Knowing how to do things with people of the opposite gender but then when it's someone of the same gender suddenly they're nervous and feel vulnerable and don't know where to put their hands? oh my god Might as well just kill me at this point

i know the million mods killing computer feeling i went a little crazy downloading mods & i spent. literal hours just scrolling through them and the dialogue mods Carry. i love them so much, especially the ones that flesh out the romances bc vanilla stardew's kinda lacking in that department. (thank you modders you saved my life) and oh my god dude usually yandere is not my thing personally but when i saw the alex mod curiousity took over and. lookin through those screenshot previews? seeing the things he said? for the first time i Get It. god i get it. my finger almost slipped and i nearly downloaded it myself

JERIC ONLY HAS ONE EARRING? i've spoken to him maybe once so i never noticed that but you're so right that is a boyliker. god i need to stop mining all the time and actually talk to people i can't believe i've been missing out on a flirty character this is so fucked i Need to know more

#not if related #answered asks

[lemonbronze]

You're completely valid to read Hubert as having a complex relationship to food but to answer your question about why you might be having a hard time finding that content: If I remember right you didn't play Hopes? He's established as having a younger sister and a younger brother, and that he sneaks vegetables into the distributed rations of pickier members in his service and into Lysithea's meals specifically. Additionally that he helps make bitter things more palatable for her. So people likely think he has a good handle on managing his own dietary needs, though obviously it would be really easy for someone like this to not be able to manage their own meals.

Hubert: Then they've not noticed?

Imperial Soldier: Not at all. While preferences vary, there tend to be many people who love meat and dislike vegetables. But to think we found a way to hide the vegetables in all of that delicious meat and broth! Haha! Those who ate it found it delicious without being any the wiser—and of course, she did as well.

Hubert: That is splendid news. Pray continue, then.

Lysithea: Wait... Did I just eat a bunch of vegetables?!

Hubert: Goodness, Lysithea, you look positively gobsmacked. Did you have yourself a recent surprise, perhaps?

Lysithea: So many vegetables... Augh! Hubert! Uh, it's nothing! I'm busy! Gotta go!

(Lysithea runs away)

Hubert: It really is sad how much time I spend trying to make vegetables palatable for people... Ah, well. I suppose I should just consider it part of managing our soldiers' health.

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Hubert: Well, I suppose one with a youthful tongue would not care for it. Yet the bitterness, the deep richness, the subtle acidity... Oh, and I'm not treating you like a child here—I am merely discussing different palates.

Lysithea: I'm not a child and neither is my tongue. Now give me some of that coffee!

(scene fades to black)

Lysithea: Blech!

Hubert: Are you all right, Lysithea? Here, wipe your mouth.

(scene fades back in)

Hubert: I fear that attempt was ill-advised. If you wish to enjoy coffee, you must first modify it to your liking. Perhaps we might try adding sugar and goat's milk? It would mellow the flavor and add sweetness.

Lysithea: Yes, please.

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Hubert: I...have a younger sister. One the same age as you. The pair of you have similar personalities, so perhaps I end up doting on you for this reason.

This is fair enough—I haven’t played Hopes but I have dug up all of Hubert and Ferdinand’s dialogue and supports because I’m very normal about them lmao so I have actually read these before!

I guess I just—speaking as someone with disordered eating myself (altho not a full blown eating disorder fwiw) it is wayyyy easier for me to prepare a balanced meal for someone else (like my partner) than it is to make myself eat well on my own so I just kind of absorbed this into the greater Hubert headcanon aha

I see a guy who has fewer “liked” foods than everyone else, who talks about not liking to eat in front of others, and worries about what’s in food, and I think ok, disordered eating!

But it’s okay if the fandom disagrees lmao it’s just sort of my take on things! I will rub my grubby little headcanon and projection hands all over my favs forever—

#disordered eating cw #hubert von vestra

[azlrse]

➳ Twst Boys' Confession as Taylor Swift Lyrics (ft. Leona, Idia, Jamil & Kalim.).

CW: ooc characters (?) and soft leona & extreme fluff.

A/N: decided to write for different characters from the game and imma try my best upon portraying the boys ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ also, most of the confession dialogues can be seen here.

Leona Kingscholar 🦁

"Well you stood there with me in the doorway, My hands shake, I'm not usually this way but;"

"Thanks for bringing me back at my dorm, Leona. It's not something the Leona I knew would do on a daily basis but I'm greatly thankful for the small gesture." You spoke, a small smile plastered on your face as the prince felt a tinge of spark, not only on his stomach but also in his heart. Leona let's out a small hum as a way to respond to your words.

It's not the first time Leona felt this way towards this non-magical human whom he thought that he couldn't get along due to his pride and stand off personality. The more he observed you–the way you got along with his fellow peers (Jack & Ruggie), bringing him some tarts and sweets from the 'unbirthday' parties you've attended and how he expresses his annoyance towards you whenever you asked him for help.

Those thoughts of his may not be the best nor being the top of the icing but to him, those thoughts are the reasons why he developed such feelings for you. How come a prince like him fell for a human with no magical abilities. Ruggie knew all about his so-called little crush on you and told him that he must confess his feelings before those heartslabyul peeps might steal you away from him. Those words finally convinced him for you to become his and gathered his last pinch of dignity for him to confess his love for you.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow. Let me know if Ruggie needs some help in chores back at the dorms." You waved at him good bye and proceeded to make your way inside of the dorm, in which you called home during your time here in twisted wonderland. Before you even step foot on the cold marble floor of the dorm, his hand made its way to your wrist, startling you a bit. He didn't say anything but you noticed how his eyes was directed on the ground, avoiding your gaze. "Leona, is something the matter-"

“Listen, herbivore. I am only going to say this once, so you better listen." Your heart started racing from endless possibilities that could happen on you but instead, his next line of words finally made your heart go faster, the words you hoped that he'll say to you.

Leona took a deep breathe, mentally contemplating wether this is the right choice for him to express on how much he yearned for you. Holding both of your hands against his huge and warm hands, he admitted these feelings that bothered him from the past few months. "It's not something I would admit all the time but I love you. It would mean a lot to me if you'd go on a date with me, just the two of us." He couldn't help but the way your face reddened and heard a small murmur from you. "Couldn't hear ya, sweetcheeks. Speak again, will ya?"

"T-this was unexpected of you but I would love to go out with you!"

"That's good to hear, herbivore but there's only one thing I would like to do." He smirked.

"And that is?"

His arm make its way to your waist as his lips connected into yours, eyes widen from his sudden affection but quickly melted as both of your arms are linked into his neck. From afar, Grim and a certain hyena fist bumped each other as two of their prefects became an item.

"You pull me in and I'm a little more brave. It's the first kiss, it's flawless, really something, it's fearless."

Idia Shroud 💠

"You took the time to memorize me–my fears, my hopes and dreams. I just like hanging out with you, All the time."

If there's one dream that Idia would like to receive, he wants his first relationship to be with you; his closest friend and dearest player 2. Oh how he imagined to the sweetest acts whenever he fantasized about you–walking alone when everyone in Night Raven College was fast asleep, having matching icons on Magicam, or calling each other stupid yet cheesy nicknames that only the two of you would know.

If he gathered enough courage to face his social anxiety, he, along with his younger brother, would come to class to accompany you and Grim. But due to his crippling anxiety and self-doubt, he stop making his romantic feelings for you quite obvious, in risk of loosing his one and only friend in the school that caused him so much distress. It was painful for him but for the sake of his relationship with you, he'll just endure this painful process of keeping his feelings for you a secret.

His younger brother repeatedly encouraged Idia for him to court and confess his love to you. He didn't said yes but didn't declined his brother's words either. He was in the middle of the lines of yes and no.

How does this goofball fall for you? Well, the reason why is because you knew him as if a list of his likes and dislikes was placed on his head. You knew his boundaries and limits, the reason why he had this anti-social personality and why his video games is his only escape when the outside world becomes too much for him to handle. Idia will never forget on how you rescued him when Kalim and the rest of his peers pressured him on coming with them.

And it didn't take long for his platonic relationship with you had turned into something else, a feeling he didn't felt for a long time due to his fear of interaction; he fell for you hard. He felt like he was in a dating sim where you're the love interest and he was the main character, destined to be a loving couple when he chose the right choices in this small adventure of his.

Just like in the dating sims he played and the romcom animes he watched, he knew that your time as a "single" won't be long when someone else pursued on taking you as their own love interest. He needed to act fast and to his relief, Ortho told him that you gushed about him to Grim, indicating that you also have feelings for him, easing his nervousness.

Or so he thought....

And there he is, inviting you to meet you under the wishing tree at the back of the school during the late hours of night. Idia knows that the tree can increase his chances for you to accept his feelings and this place was your favorite spot to sit whenever you needed some place for you to be alone. He saw you sitting under the tree, waiting for him and didn't notice that his hands are shaking.

Taking a deep breath and remembering the encouraging words his brother told him, he made his way to you and seeing you smile makes his heart all giddy and warm. "I just saw your message and I came here as soon as the clock strikes at midnight. Is there anything you wanna tell me? Do you want someone to listen to your problems in person? Or perhaps the chapter of the new game we played yesterday just released?"

Idia shook his head sideways. ".....T-there's something I need to talk about. J-just this once, I'm gonna be honest with my feelings to you." He gathered every inch of his confidence to hold your hands and stared at your eyes as away to ensure that what he's going to say was all in honesty. His glowing hair started to turn pink, making you giggle wholeheartedly. "...I- um...It's just that- n-no, h-how should I start this-"

He started to doubt himself, thinking that you're going to be annoyed as he waste your time with a shut in like him but no. The way you gripped his hand ensures him that you're a patient and caring person who didn't want to break his fragile and cold lonely heart. "It's okay Idia, just take your time."

He didn't want to use his tablet in this occasion, he didn't want to be a coward in his confession and your sweet smile is all it takes for him to finally spit out these feelings he hid from you since last year. He shut his eyes and spoke with such confidence. "I-I r-really, really like you, (y/n)! You mean s-so much to me and h-having you as my lover was like getting that ultra rare card I've always wanted for so long! But I don't want to tell the truth was because I didn't want you to loose you as m-my closest friend and you're far too important for me to let you go–!!"

His words were cut off as soon as you placed your lips against his. His eyes are full blown from this gesture, tears streaming from his face and his hair color had turned, from the usual sapphire blue into hot pink. Your kiss is all it takes for him to fully accept that his brother was right, you really do like- no, love him as he kissed you back. Underneath the wishing tree where all dreams do indeed come true.

And his dream was none other than his (y/n), his precious player two and his first ever s/o.

"All those times that you didn't leave, it's been occurring to me. I'd like to hang out with you, for my whole life, stay."

Kalim Al-Asim 💛

"Do you remember, we were sittin' there, by the water? You put your arm around me, for the first time."

The thrill of this heir's love story to the non-magical human to whom he called his one and only beloved. His cheerful and radiant demeanor says all as soon as his eyes saw you many times during your stay here in Night Raven College. No matter how much gold or wealth he took hold in his name, it didn't compare to the happiness you've given him the more you hang out with this bubbly sunshine of a student.

You've gotten along well with the housewarden of scarabia due to his friendly personality and generosity, inviting you to such extravagant parties he hosted in his dorm and ate to your hearts content. And thus mere friendship with the housewarden quickly turned into sweet romance upon recognizing such symptoms of having a crush to the other person; being nervous whenever you're around, giving you trinkets that could cost thousands, even millions of thaumarks and daydreaming about what it's like if you're his lover or better yet, to be married, earning his last name and for him to call you his spouse.

Jamil thought that Kalim's crush towards you was just a simple one. He thought that he'll get it over in less than a week but boy his predictions was wrong. His friend was indeed in love with you and drops subtle hints to see if you liked him back. From simple endearments to holding your hand when the hall becomes too crowded.

Tired of his friend's constant ramble about you, Jamil suggested if he had the guts to confess to you. Kalim was hesitant at first but was determined to show on how much he loves you, to be honest with his true feelings and for you to be his significant other. The moon has risen and t'was the perfect time for him to invite you to a magical carpet ride. The housewarden went to your dorm and persuaded you to join him in a late night ride on his carpet. He lied that he couldn't sleep and decided to pay you a small visit, but this was apart of his plan to confess to you.

Upon riding his carpet, you felt the cold breeze of air surrounding the two of you. "Oh, be careful, my dear. I don't want you to fall down because of me." His arms, wrapped around you to ensure that you wouldn't fall out from his grip as you attempted to touch the stars above. While you're distracted by the beautiful scenery below, Kalim becomes awestruck by your beauty, reflected by the moonlight below. Your eyes shines like diamonds and your smile is worth than the coins he was constantly saw in the majority of his life.

The carpet stopped as soon as it enters the upper atmosphere, finally seeing the brightest stars you've ever seen and the perfect time for Kalim to tell you the truth. "(y/n)..." He called your name softly, making your head turned slightly in front of him. He first showed such affection by placing a kiss on your temple and softly smiled on your expression. "I know that we're just friends but lately, I felt something very different than this friendship of ours." He said timidly, anxiousness was laced upon his words.

You did say anything, indicating for him to continue. "I want for us to be more than friends I- You have no idea how much you made me very happy. No matter how much gold or jewelry I was gifted, you are by far my most prized treasure." He held your hands against his and kissed each knuckle. You couldn't help but to feel the butterflies on your stomach and his loving gaze tells you that he's definitely a keeper.

"I love you, my love. I want you to be happy. And I would love it to be with me." He finished his confession but alas, he was about to apologize when he saw tears running on your cheeks.

"These are happy tears, Kalim and it makes me so happy when you receprocated those feelings I've felt for you."

"S-so, is that a yes?! Do you love me too?!"

You nodded in affirmation, casing Kalim to hug you tightly, laughing and peppers your face with so much kisses. "Thank you so much, my jewel. I'll do my best to be the best boyfriend you'll ever have."

"You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter. You are the best thing, that's ever been mine."

Jamil Viper 🐍

A/N: @veeaxx your man's here 👁️👁️ and this part kinda sucked for I didn't get his character right ;_; (I fucking tagged the wrong account lmfaoo 😭😭)

"Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever?"

For him, Jamil believes that food can be his own way of showing on how much he pinned after you. At first, he brushed these feelings for you as something that's platonic. He sees you as a friend who took interest in his cooking and nothing more. That was until you started to fawn over and complimented him on how much of a husband material he was. Cooking such delicious cuisines really does make you happy and it didn't stop his heart from beating as soon as he heard those words.

And it looks like he just accepted his romantic feelings towards you.

Jamil isn't the type who would always show on how much he liked you nor would spit out words that could make his feelings obvious to you but instead, he projected those feelings by making food for you–soup, meat, even bento boxes in which he claimed that he made way too much but in reality, he just made an extra to show how much he cares for you and didn't want you to go hungry after finding out that you were saving a few thaumarks for your necessities.

Oh how his eyes lit up whenever Kalim announces your arrival on his dorm, his eyes soften up whenever you mentioned his cooking skills and didn't hesitate to hold your hand when the two of you are alone in the hallways of the dorm. You didn't mind the sudden physical affection from him since you also liked him and didn't gave the guts to tell him your crush towards him.

There are times that he couldn't help but felt the feelings of jealousy whenever you hang out more with the housewarden of Scarabia or being invited to Riddle's 'Unbirthday' parties. How he wishes for you to spend some more time with him, it was selfish of him but that's the side affect when you fell for the person you truly cared and loved.

As soon as Kalim knew about Jamil's romantic attraction towards you, he did everything for the two of you to be together; whenever you visited his dorm, he always persuaded you and Jamil to have a ride on his magical carpet. He also invited you to dance with him as soon as the music started and gave you watching jewelry that Jamil wear all the time.

For the first time, Jamil ranted to the housewarden on how much he loves you, how helpful and kind you are even after his oberblotted state and how your compliments and sweet words finally took a boost on his confidence. By the time he was finished with his talk, Kalim suggested for him to have a celebration in the dorms to confess his feelings for you and revealed a crucial detail about you; The food that makes you happy was tarts and cakes.

Jamil was baffled. Sure that he can cook anything but sweets? He definitely needs some help from Trey himself. Plus, Valentine's Day will arrive in just a few days so he has more time to prepare to such occasion.

And when Valentine's Day has arrived, the first thing Jamil did was giving you a bouquet of flowers. Poor guy was nervous as his hands shaken a bit, making you quite concerned for your friend. He ensures you that he's okay and asks you if you're free on the 14th of February. You thought about that at first, realizing that you didn't have anyone other than Grim to celebrate the occasion. So you happily agreed, a warm smile appeared on his cheeks.

During the celebration, you and Grim ate and danced with the other students. In the far corner, some of Jamil's peers (that includes Kalim) hyped him up as he held the box, hands shaken a bit due to his nervousness. This is the moment he's not gonna mess up and as soon as his leg touched the marble floors, he knew that there's no turning back. "Hey (y/n). Can I talk with you for a moment? This quite urgent and needed to be addressed right away." You nodded and proceeded to walk right beside him towards the balcony.

"Is something wrong, Jamil? Do you have a bad day? You know you can tell me anything but I ain't forcing you." He didn't say anything, his face still in a nonchalant expression as he opens the box that contains the strawberry tart Trey helped him baked. Inside of the box was indeed the tart but with the words "Be Mine". You stood there in shock, warmth began to spread across your entire body. He felt his cheeks began to warm up too and spoke his honest feelings towards you.

He sighed, placing the tart beside him and held both of your arms against his own. "I know I'm not the type who would be all sappy and cheesy but it's hard for me to describe what I feel for you... but just know that it's love nonetheless." Your eyes widen a bit from his confession, a smile growing on your face. "But I know I'm a bit uneasy because I'm quite unfamiliar in the concept of dating." Without hesitation, you let go both of his hands and hugged his waist. "Then let's face it together. After all, I wouldn't mind being on a small adventure with my boyfriend." You giggled, now facing the night sky as you hold his elbow and your head leaning on his shoulder. He looks at you in adoration, a soft expression can be seen on his face while placing a soft kiss on your forehead. "Boyfriend.... I like the sound of that..."

Right behind the newly formed couple was the students of the dorm cheering quietly, now finally happy that their vice housewarden finally got the person he truly loved the most.

"And ah, take me out, and take me home. You're my, my, my, my lover."

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[ryebecca]

At Last | Beau ‘Cyclone’ Simpson x f!Reader

Beau is soft, but only with you - and then the Dagger Squad gets involved.

Word count: 2377 Warnings: drinking, slight illusion to sex if you squint hard enough? A/N: So it’s been over two years since I’ve written...anything, and obviously the first time I’ve written for TG:M (so please be kind!). But I got bitten by the Beau Bug! And, honestly, I can’t take all/most of the credit - thanks to a lively conversation with @writercole, @wildbornsiren, and @sailorscuttle​ (who are also my betas!), this was born. I can’t thank the three of you enough for a lot of the dialogue/direction - I just beefed it up a bit and made a mood board (which I swear is the most fun part, right?). So consider this a collaborative effort! Need some mood music as you read? This playlist is GOLDEN.

For what happens after, read @writercole​’s Surprise (which I’m legit obsessed with, okay?). Thanks for reading! ❤️

It was a beautiful spring day and Admiral Cain had invited family, friends, and coworkers to his home for his 70th birthday party. Mrs. Cain thought it would be fun to make it a black tie event and have everyone let loose, especially the aviators, from the confines of their day-to-day uniforms.

Usually, Beau was the kind of guy who kept it together. Regimented. Scheduled. Everything is just as it should be. But today? Today he seems…different. He was loose, even making conversation with those “goddamn asshole aviators that I have to babysit.”

You spent a good part of the afternoon mingling with Penny, Mrs. Cain, and Mrs. Bates, but decided it was time to seek Beau out. After combing through the palatial house, you find him outside sitting on the lawn of all places. Beau Simpson, the man who refused to even walk through the house without shoes on, was sitting on the grass in his tuxedo - his legs splayed out, looking up at the sky with a dazed and curious look on his face.

You reach Beau in the center of the lawn, stopping right between his outstretched legs. “Baby, are you drunk?” you ask him.

Beau gazes up at you with a sweet smile on his face. "Babe. I'm not drunk, but you are so pretty. Come sit in the grass with me. You're so pretty, baby. I love you."

You chuckle because really, how often do you see this side of Beau - and in public, no less? "Beau, how much have you had?" Beau reaches his hands out to you and pulls you down into his lap, which is awkward enough given the length of your formal dress. "Not enough. Never enough of you. Gimme some sugar." He turns his face to the side and gives his scruffy cheek a tap.

You plant an exaggerated wet one on Beau and that’s when you hear it - when he's drunk he giggles.

Your giggles mingle with Beau’s as he frames your face with his hands and pulls you in for a kiss, which is how you still find yourselves nearly five minutes later.

You come up for air and push Beau back slightly. “Babe, Admiral Cain could walk out here at any moment.”

“No kisses for him. Just you.”

“Beau, this isn’t kiss-proof lipstick!”

“Shh…they won’t know, baby. Gosh, you’re pretty.” Beau starts kissing up your jaw until he finds that spot just behind your ear that makes you moan.

You pull back slightly with a giggle. “Did you just say gosh?”

Beau drags his thumb over your bottom lip and sets his hand on your chin. “Sure did, babydoll. Wha’re you gonna do ‘bout it?”

Meanwhile, the young guns and Maverick stare in abject horror from the back porch because they can’t look away. How is this the same Admiral Simpson that chews them out on a near-daily basis? Who in hell is this softie?

Fritz starts gagging immediately. 

Rooster and Mav are snickering and holding hands mirroring what he's saying - Mav playing Cyclone, of course. After all the shit that Cyclone gave Mav? It’s the least he could do. 

Bob is the only one who doesn’t mind what he’s seeing because it reminds him of his own grandparents (though he’ll never admit it to the rest of the squad).

Then there’s Coyote who’s filming the whole thing for posterity.

Bob: “Knock it off, guys. This is cute.” 

Coyote: “This is blackmail, Bob.”

Outside, you extract yourself from Beau’s embrace and push yourself to stand up. “I think it’s time to go home, baby, but I can’t drive in this dress. Gimme your phone so I can call a ride for us.” You stretch your hand out to Beau and he uses it to help leverage himself off the ground. “I gotta ride for you alright, sweet cheeks.”

“BEAU!” you exclaim with a blush. Beau kisses your temple and whispers into your ear, “Aw, come on, who’s gonna say something, honey?”

“How about your Lieutenants who’ve been staring at us from the porch this whole time?”

“You mean the ones who are on their way to the desert tomorrow?”

You roll your eyes at Beau, brushing off your dress and leading him to the front of the house to wait for your ride share.

The next morning at work, Beau remembers why he doesn’t drink champagne. The pounding headache behind his eye is a constant reminder. “Be seated.”

“Sir, can I get you something?” He thinks that was Bob - his head is still a bit fuzzy from the day before. “Yes, Lieutenant Floyd. You can get these idiots out of my classroom.”

Hangman: “Gosh, sir, that was rude.”

Someone in the back of the room starts making kissing noises. He’s pretty sure that was Bradshaw. Beau fixes him with a stare, quieting the aviator down in an instant. 

“I will stick you in the middle of the Mojave with Maverick, Rooster.” “No you won’t, sir. Then you’d have to talk to Maverick.” Even slightly hungover, Beau has to agree with that.

Rooster adds, “Sir, this brand of lipstick is entirely kiss-proof according to Hangman’s sister.” Hangman turns to Rooster. “Gosh, Roo. Kissing my sister?”

Payback leans over to Phoenix and murmurs “Admiral Simpson sure is pretty,” loud enough for the group to hear, to which Phoenix adds “she was right. That brand isn’t kiss-proof.”

Later in his office, Beau could curse them all because all he’s getting online now are pop-up ads for lipstick.

The same day, he returns to his office from lunch to find a $20 bill taped to a Post-It note with taxi company numbers on his desk.

That’s where Admiral Cain finds him later. “What happened to you last night, Cyclone?”

“Don’t even ask, Cain.”

“Why, are your pilots - “

“I said don’t ask.”

Bates pipes up. “He got mushy with his girl and they’re blackmailing him.” The corner of Cain’s mouth ticks up. “Now do you back my unmanned drones?” Beau reaches for his water and knocks back a couple more ibuprofen. “They’re looking pretty good.”

“Gosh. Never thought you’d come around to my side, Simpson.” Beau narrows his eyes. “What, you too? But you’ve met these pilots, right? It was bound to happen.” Bates agrees.

Unbeknownst to you and Beau, Phoenix took a photo of the two of you as you lounged on Admiral Cain’s lawn the day before. Being the romantic at heart that she is (but don’t tell anyone), Phoenix prints the photo and has Cyclone’s secretary leave it on his desk. She also emails it to him so he can make a copy for you.

Beau keeps the photo in his pocket at all times, close to his heart.

A few weeks later, you walk in on Beau making dinner in the kitchen. To those on the outside, it wouldn’t seem like Beau has any interests outside of the Navy, but cooking stuck with him as his grandmother taught him everything he knows. The dulcet tones of Frank Sinatra are playing, the kitchen smells like onions and garlic, and Beau is facing the window drinking a glass of red.

You reach Beau and wrap your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek into his shoulder. You feel a chuckle rumble through Beau’s chest and he turns around to face you, looking flushed. “Mmm, let’s forget dinner - you’re looking good enough to eat.”

You roll your eyes and rise up on your toes to kiss his cheek. “Baby, have you been drinking again?”

Beau smiles nervously and shakes his head. What you don’t know is that he’s so nervous with that damned ring (which he asked Phoenix to help him pick out) burning a hole in his pants pocket.

After dinner, Beau’s on dish duty while you sit on one of the kitchen stools admiring the push and pull of his muscles while he completes this mundane task. It doesn’t hurt that his sleeves are rolled up to his elbow, too - you’re only human, after all.

Once he’s finished drying the last dish, Beau turns on the kitchen’s speaker again and Tony Bennett’s rendition of “The Way You Look Tonight” begins to play. He reaches out his hand for yours to take and pulls you into his embrace.

You dance cheek-to-cheek, swaying to the slow beat of the music, and as the song ends Beau pulls back and takes both of your hands in his.

“Baby, I never thought that I would ever find a partner to share my life with. In my line of work, there’s a reluctance to get too close and risk losing it all - but what I realized is that I never found the person I was willing to risk it all for. You’re my home, my light, my love, my life, and I can’t imagine who else I’d want to share mine with.”

At that moment, Beau fidgets with his right pants pocket until you see a black velvet box emerge. He goes down on one knee, unshed tears gleaming in his eyes, and opens the box to reveal a beautiful Art Deco-inspired engagement ring. “Baby, will you marry me?”

Your tears, unlike his, are falling pretty quickly and you place your hands over your mouth, not quite believing that this moment is actually happening here and now.

Voice shaking, you lower your hands and whisper “Yes, Beau. Of course, I’ll marry you!”

Beau takes your left hand and slides the ring home. He stands up and sweeps you in his arms, taking your face in his hands and kissing you soundly. And that’s where you find yourself, a half hour later, slow dancing in the kitchen as a newly-engaged couple.

The photo Phoenix took of you in Cain’s backyard? That’s your engagement photo.

You and Beau mutually decide that a big wedding is not for you, not at this point in your lives. So you ask, of all people, Bob to help you out with your plan.

Beau finds Bob in one of the classrooms. “Lieutenant Floyd, I need to speak with you in my office.” Bob enthusiastically agrees and is eager to get the ball rolling.

You and Beau elope on a picturesque cliff, with Bates officiating (in his words “it’s about damn time”), but you don’t tell anyone else because - as Beau says - he knows the shit those pilots would pull if given the chance.

Somehow, and neither of you knows how, the Dagger Squad found out about the elopement. They drag it out of Bob eventually and take Mav’s private plane up to fly over the cliff, cheering very loudly when you seal your marriage with a kiss.

Hangman contributes those “legal” fireworks to set off as a celebration.

And Phoenix borrows a camera from Penny and takes some beautiful photos of you and Beau exchanging vows.

While the two of you were eloping, Phoenix had the FNGs decorate your home, and Penny came in to add some polaroids and other cute photos of the two of you.

Beau, for the life of him, wonders how everyone managed to get into his house.

Turns out one of the FNGs can pick locks - Phoenix knew this and recruited him for the “Marriage Mission” (so named by Hangman). 

Fanboy spends the whole time giggling so hard. Bob shoves him with his elbow and turns to Phoenix. “Nat, you need this pick to get in.”

Rooster insists on going through the open window.

Coyote: “Is anyone gonna climb over the fence-”

Halo, opening the door that Phoenix is working on: “The gate was open and the back door was unlocked.”

Jake gives Rooster a boost to the second-floor window and walks away, leaving Rooster’s legs dangling out the window.

Payback: “is someone going to do something about the neighbors that are watching us?”

In the meantime, Omaha sweet-talks one of the older neighbors into not calling the cops, with Harvard and Yale by his side smiling and winking.

Rooster sees a dog and, being Rooster, tries to distract the pup by becoming its friend. “Hey! A dog! Hi, sweetie, do you need a friend?”

Phoenix: “Well, the dog is occupied. Coyote, give me a boost!”

Fanboy queues up the Mission Impossible theme.

Fritz: “How much confetti did you bring, Phoenix??”

Phoenix “Enough to rig a bucket to rain down on them when they walk in the door.” She glances around at the other supplies. “Wait - WHO THE FUCK THOUGHT THAT GLITTER WAS A GOOD IDEA?”

Jake, not looking up from his phone: “Harvard.”

Harvard: “It was Yale’s idea! He promised to hook me up with Omaha’s sister.”

Omaha: “HE DID WHAT?”

Yale: Gone

Halo: already dating Omaha’s sister

Bob leaves an envelope on Cyclone’s desk with directions, keys, and the location of a cabin in the forest - and a number to have the locks of your house changed (written in what looks like Mav’s handwriting).

When you arrive home, you’re both covered in confetti and glitter, but you’re so blissed out from the day that you can hardly find the energy to care.

You turn to Beau, “You’re getting them to clean this up, right?”

Beau, already texting: “Yep.”

Beau walks you into the kitchen and drops his phone on the counter, wipes the glitter off of the top of your head and pulls you into another slow dance. “At Last” is playing on the speaker, with the beat of Beau’s heart playing under your ear.

Beau hums along and you giggle because there’s still glitter in his hair from when they walked in the door. Because glitter is never truly gone.

Beau asks you what’s so funny. You kiss him on the cheek and say, “Gosh, you’re pretty.”

Some months later at Bob’s wedding, you turn to your husband and ask “Does this make you want to do it all over again?”

Beau grins down at you. “Marrying you? Yes. The wedding shit we had to deal with? No. I’m still digging glitter out of my hair.”

You see how good he is with these kids (because, yes, they’re kids) and you add “You’re pretty good at this dad stuff. Get in your practice now, the real thing is coming.” You kiss his cheek and go to extract Bob from under a sobbing Jake.

#beau simpson x reader #beau simpson x you #beau cyclone simpson x reader #beau cyclone simpson x you #beau simpson x wifey #beau simpson #beau cyclone simpson #wrebecca writes #fanfic #top gun: maverick #text post

[connecting-the-stars]

Well the newest season of ‘The Bear’ released! And ofc I’m a fan of the arcs set up for all our characters and seeing them pay off in different positive or negative ways. Tina’s development from last season building into her thriving at culinary school and becoming one of the blocks to hold the restaurant intact. Marcus flying over seas to gain new skills and brainstorm his dessert ideas to return with new confidence and wonderful plates. Ofc, the all star girl, Sydney absolutely killing it this season with taking charge with planning of the menu and keeping things moving in the restaurant’s development. Which flows into her taking on the pressure in the last episode and pushing through an almost disastrous first service. And her relationship with her Dad was so sweet and seeing him try to support her the best he could despite his concerns was wonderful.

Now, with most of the positives laid out… those negatives. Well, I knew from the first instant that it showed Marcus being anxious about leaving his mother to travel, that something utterly sad was gonna happen. His care for her was palpable and his anxiety was very relatable. When everything had picked up in the other plot’s lines and his mother wasn’t mentioned as much, I had nearly forgotten but that last frame of his phone lighting up hurts. I know we are gonna see the heartbreak and grief that comes with his loss, and I’m wondering if Nat or Carmy will be able to support him at least some due to their own recent loss. Next season will most likely have Syd being a pillar of support and relatability for him, due to her grief of her mother. Thus, on to head strong and doubt-filled Sydney, she’s got to be my favorite character from the whole cast that I enjoy. Her Dad being nervous for her throughout the season was almost hard to watch as he attempted to be supportive while also pressing her about her decisions, added on by Syd constantly seeing different restaurants that closed. The intense anxiety and burden of running The Bear as the sou chef really shows in the later half of episode 10. Her mind repeatedly playing the tickets and her stomach upending itself in the alley was gut wrenching as I could feel her panic. Both arcs with Marcus and Sydney were completed so well as they were formed over the season, but damn am I not concerned for both of them in the future. (I want them all to be happy, but I guess this makes fans invested. I am very invested.)

Remember grief repressing and anxiety riddled Carmy from season 1? Well I can’t say he gets a arc I completely enjoyed, but the writers found a way for the audience to get pissed at him for sure. Digging himself into his own downfall was very… I don’t know how to put it… Relatable? Satisfying? Depressing? It made my heart twist when I heard him claim that he doesn’t need amusement, telling the fridge door how he rejects any resemblance of happiness. Despite him neglecting his responsibilities and his commitment to the restaurant and Sydney, I can sympathize with Carmy’s juggling act of being pulled in two directions. That being said, the dialogue and visual reminders for him to call the fridge guy paid off almost hilariously as it blow up in his face. For the first few seconds, I had burst into laughter at the absurdity and suddenness as it cut into the flow of the scene in the fast paced kitchen. But after that, the amusement definitely just nosedived into concern and sadness as Carmy frantically bashed his fists into the door yelling. Ofc, his first relationship, someone from his past that he attached himself to so much, was gonna end in ruins by his own hands. Just like the fridge handle snapping off. From my perspective, the writers set Claire up as a personification of his past. It was brought up repeatedly how she remembered or knew something about the past or his family, being the very loud topic brought up in the flashback episode, one of Carmy’s main scenes. The panic attack weaving images of screaming family members and old pictures of her made it clear that she is associated with his painful and tragic upbringing, surrounded by adults with their own issues that violently conflict and clash with one another. Mikey’s silent suffering after carmy gifted him his sketch of their restaurant made me want to cry.

Mikey is gone, and Carmy forced himself to go back to Chicago to desperately fumble The Beef into a half way functional sandwich shop. Then, right at the end of season 2 second episode, it has Claire appearing as a blast from the past. That fact that it’s brought up how he’s “always” had a crush on her is interesting, other characters tell us this, but when Carmy himself is faced with the choice to invite her into his chaotic life - he chooses to give her a fake number. This being his first real relationship and lacking role models for healthy positive relationships could play into his hesitancy to call her his girlfriend. In the early half of of the last episode, there is a moment where the camera lays out the situation between Claire and calling the fridge guy, appropriate that he doesn’t even have the proper name, and then he chooses to do neither - redirecting to help Marcus with something. During the first service, Richie presses him to go talk to Claire, and in the context of moving forward or returning to someone of the past, Carmy refuses the first time. He focuses all his effort into the restaurant’s success, and denies looking back - visiting a distraction. If Claire is a version of the past, last season Carmy was clinging to the past as his grief ran through his heart and pulled him back to The Beef. Then, the temptation to return to something familiar, to fall into a routine and not move forward is hard for anyone. The Bear is his and the restaurant’s way of moving forward and making something better than it ever was before. But Carmy gets caught on someone of the past, someone who reminds him of a time his brother was still alive. When cooking with his brother was a place to laugh and smile wide as the sun shined on their faces. (S1 flashbacks of Mikey, Richie, and Carmy.) In the end, Carmy is left literally self isolated, his first relationship shoot through, and on horrid terms with Richie, all because he could not delegate time revisiting the past and stepping forward. He fell between the cracks.

I love this show and it’s flawed characters, I loved the arcs for everyone. I haven’t even brought up Richie’s development, my dude whooped that Big Black Dog’s ass this season!

(Depression: 0, Richie: 100)

#the bear #the bear fx #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto #syd adamu #sydney #marcus the bear #carmy the bear #sydney the bear #the bear season 2 #the bear spoilers #the bear s2 #tina the bear #character arcs #storytelling #self sabatoge #flawed characters #coping with grief #coping with anxiety #thoughts aloud #I love them all #season 3 can’t wait #better get 3rd and 4th #I want Carmy to get his greasy hair washed #the bear meta #The Bear analysis

[dairy-farmer]

So I've recently made a new AO3 account (completely separate from my main one, different email and everything lmao) bc I want to start writing porn, and I was wondering if I could have your permission to use some of your asks as like, prompts or ideas? Especially ones that were my own (this is PP!Tim Anon btw, and I've sent in. A lot of asks without signing them off as that, like I could make an entire list and it would probably hit double digits of which asks you've gotten that were mine lmao)!! I would ofc credit you and your blog! I don't know how to imbed links to the individual asks (I'll still try but I can't promise anything lmao), but I'll at least mention your Tumblr name and AO3 account!

I really wanna try my hand at some random, filthy oneshots without a bunch of world building or context, bc that's something I tend to get hung up on in my writing, and I wanna stick to some short and sweet smut oneshots about Tim being a pregnant, underage nympho slut, or a puppy factory, or a cocksleeve for the rogues of Gotham and their goons, all that good stuff!!

On that thought tho, do you have any pieces of advice for like, consistent writing, or motivation to write? Bc that's my biggest struggle tbh is sitting down to start writing. Usually once I start I can churn out a couple thousand words in one sitting, but I gotta start first, ya know? Any words of wisdom would mean a lot ❤️❤️❤️

answered out of order:

yes of course❤️❤️❤️!!!!!!!!!!!! you don't believe how happy that makes me to hear!!!! so many of the asks i get sent are just so brilliant and well done and it would make me so beyond happy to know people started writing or got inspired to write out their ideas!!! and i'm sure that people who submitted other posts you get inspiration from would love to see others expand further on their asks ❤️❤️❤️❤️!!!

one shots are a really great way to really get back into a sort of groove of writing because it can be shorter, the plot may be not as dense or complex as something from a multichap (though you can also write VERY long one shots that are incredibly detailed too), and it can be mainly composed of "fun" writing in the sense that you don't have to do buildup for bigger things like you would in longer multichaps or those that are heavily plot driven. i totally get struggling to get motivation to write, for me it was always like i had to wait for my brain to be turned "on" or in a working mode for me to get any writing for my fics done which meant it usually only happened when i was studying for exams or doing projects for school. however for me that meant when i was in the 'off season' like breaks from school it meant that even though i had time, i no longer had motivation to write. that's something i'm still working to break myself out of and i think one think that is pretty effective is thinking of a scene or piece of dialogue i'm excited to write and look forward to getting to so it motivates to write to reach it. that works sometimes, other times i think of a reward i'll get myself once i finally finish. something like candy or some snack or food i don't often get or go out of my way to get. and another thing that works for me sometimes is basically planning the fic, for a short one shot the major bullet points of what happen would be a short list and so it would pretty much trick your brain into thinking 'wow a short task list i can do all of these pretty quickly/complete them without too much hassel or procrastination!'.

ultimately i think writing one shots takes a lot of pressure off since as a single chapter there's basically no further commitment needed like it would during a multi chapter fic which can be very relieving for people who get easily stressed or pressured by commitments with no hard deadline.

im very happy to hear you'll be expanding on your tim ideas and look forward to them!!!!!! also if you need any help with embedding on aow the reference collection on ao3 is really helpful and its where i learned to embed links with this tutorial ❤️❤️❤️❤️

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

Come over here and overwhelm me + in the bed of a truck while stargazing prompt!

just put me in my coffin i can't that's so cute

prompt: in the bed of a truck while stargazing

word count: 1254

warnings: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI (dilf!hangman, married people still very in love, unprotected pinv, creampie, mentions of getting caught, mention of creaming pants) this turned into way more dialogue and story than I first intended but it's cute so fight me

"This is nice," Ronnie commented as she stared up at the sky full of stars.

She had watched them plenty from their backyard. But this was different. Jake drove out to the farthest pasture after their dinner in town, revealing the reason for all the pillows and blankets in the bed of his truck. So many stars were more visible out in the Texas plains - so many more than she ever got to see on the California coast. And it was made even better by the fact that her husband laid right beside her in the bed of his truck, his fingers laced between her own as they counted those little pinpricks of light.

Jake turned his head to look at her, "D'you say somethin'?"

She smiled at him fondly. Most people didn't notice them. That little bit of plastic and metal now sat in his ears. Jake preferred it that way. For people not to really know that he needed them. Even though he did admit to turning them off during boring meetings.

She guessed as a two-star Admiral he could get away with that sort of thing.

Turning onto her side, she spoke directly at him for the aids to better catch the sound, "I said this is nice."

"Yeah, no kids, all the time in the world," Jake replied as he looked back up towards the stars, one arm propped up behind his head. "It's so quiet."

"It's beautiful," she corrected with a grin. "Thank you for doing this, Jay."

He looked back at her with a small smile, something quiet and loving in it that still made her heart melt. "My pleasure, sweets."

Ronnie just couldn't help it. Not when her husband looked so inviting. In that button-up shirt with the top few undone, hair jelled into place, a few greys shining through on his temples, and having worked so hard to still make her fill special even after all those years. She scooted in closer to him, her front pressed into his side. Putting a hand to his cheek to get him to look at her, she kissed him - soft and sweet.

They both smiled into it. But when Ronnie tried to pull away, go back to stargazing, Jake chased her lips with a soft whine at the back of his throat.

She cocked a brow at him, "Really, Seresin? Out here?"

"Mm, can't help it." He rose up onto his elbows and quickly turned the tables on her, with her now flat on her back and him leaning over her with a hand on her throat. "You look so damn gorgeous in this dress. In everything. All the time."

He slotted his thigh between her legs as he leaned down and pressed his lips to her own. It was slow and steady but full of desire, each of them moaning into each other's mouths and hands wandering. Jake hitched up the fabric of her sundress as he pressed more of his weight into her, his own arousal poking into her thigh. Their kisses turned wet and sloppy, nearly desperate - Ronnie's fingers clawing at the back of his shirt and his wide palm squeezing her breast. The building pressure in her core became too much as she ground against his jean-clad thigh. Ronnie moaned something broken around Jake's tongue in her mouth.

He pulled away from her panting, but his mouth didn't stop. He dragged his lips along her jaw and down the column of her throat messily. Leaving a trail of spit that cooled in the night air.

"I feel like a teenager," Ronnie laughed breathlessly as her hands pushed into his hair. "Making out with a boyfriend I'm not supposed to have."

He pulled away from her neck with a soft pop, leaving behind a red spot that made him smirk. "Oh, yeah? Think we're gonna get caught, darlin'?"

A thrill ran up her spine at the thought. But it also made her laugh. There was no one for miles around except maybe some cattle. That thought too, of looking up to see a cow stupidly watch them, made her giggle as Jake kissed down her chest. But it was cut off by a soft little noise as he mouthed the top of her breasts that were revealed by the neckline of her dress.

"Mm, Jay," she whispered into the night sky as her hips bucked against him.

Slowly, he made his way back up to her lips. He smirked as he muttered, "I think I've gotten better at this since I was a teenager."

"I sure hope so." She stopped to kiss him hungrily as he began to grind his hips into her own, creating that perfect amount of friction. "I can compare notes with Molly Parker next time I see her."

Jake stopped moving as he stared down at her with a furrowed brow. "You're friends with Molly Parker?"

"Sort of - " Ronnie huffed as she tried to wiggle against his weight, get that friction going again, but it was to no avail. "Her kid and Noah have soccer together. We talk sometimes."

"What else did she tell you?"

Ronnie shrugged. "That you used to date." Then she grinned wickedly. "That you creamed your pants while making out with her junior year."

"Jesus," he groaned, face dropped into her shoulder.

Ronnie could only laugh. She could picture it perfectly. Baby Jake Seresin at his first high school party, making out with a girl on a basement sofa, and he just can't help it. He cums in his jeans. And it makes something inside her go feral as she snakes a hand between them. She palmed him through his trousers now, making him groan again as he bucked into her hand.

She continued to work him through his jeans, his hips chasing her hand as he rocked against it. His breath came out in short pants that heated her shoulder.

"Think I can make you do it now?" she whispered, almost darkly, directly into his ear. It made something like a whine form in his throat. She felt him twitch beneath her fingers. "Think I can make you cum just like this?"

"Mm, yes," he moaned out brokenly, then he shook his head. "But I wanna feel you...Baby, please."

She couldn't deny him that. Not when her own need was slick between her thighs. So she reluctantly drew her hand away from his now painfully hard member. After that, Jake was quick to undo his belt and the zipper on his jeans. Pushing it all down just enough for his cock to spring free. Ronnie bit her lip as she watched a bit of precum leak from his angry red tip. Jesus, she had gotten him riled up. Jake dragged her panties down her legs but left her dress on, bunched up around her waist. Too impatient to get any of their other clothes off.

He sunk into her slowly, almost reverently. Their twin moans loud and carefree with no one around - the stars as their witness.

"Shit, always so tight for me," Jake grunted as he started a steady pace.

One that rocked the truck beneath them with squeaks and metal clangs.

"Jay," Ronnie breathed, fingers tight in his hair.

The stretch was delicious, even after all this time. His pelvis ground against her clit with each thrust that sent sparks flying up her spine. Ronnie fought to keep her eyes open, to gaze up at the heavens as Jake brought them down to her.

send in a location and an au

#annie answers #smut prompts #writing prompts #oc: ronnie bradshaw #fic: come over here and overwhelm me #fic: what happens in texas stays in texas #fd: top gun #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #hangman #jake hangman seresin x oc #jake seresin x oc #hangman x oc #jake hangman seresin imagine #jake seresin imagine #hangman imagine #jake seresin x ronnie bradshaw #dilf!hangman

[malboraslihan]

midnights starters 🕰️✨🌌 (part 2)

just a heads up: i’ve changed some words to make them work as dialogue for starters. so if it’s different than the original lyric, that’s why.

karma

you're talking shit for the hell of it

karma's a relaxing thought, aren't you envious that for you it's not?

don't you know that cash ain't the only price?

ask me what I learned from all those years

ask me what I earned from all those tears

ask me why so many fade but I'm still here

sweet nothing

they said the end is coming

i find myself running home to your sweet nothings

outside, they're push and shoving you're in the kitchen humming

all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

to you I can admit that I'm just too soft for all of it

mastermind

you and I ended up in the same room at the same time and the touch of a hand lit the fuse

what if I told you none of it was accidental and the first night that you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me

what if I told you I'm a mastermind? and now you're mine

we were born to be the pawn in every lover's game

if you fail to plan, you plan to fail

no one wanted to play with me as a little kid so I've been scheming like a criminal ever since

i’ve been scheming like a criminal ever since to make them love me and make it seem effortless

this is the first time I've felt the need to confess

i'm only cryptic and Machiavellian 'cause I care

hits different

i washed my hands of us at the club

you made a mess of me

i pictured you with other girls in love

they say that if it's right, you know

each bar plays our song, nothing has ever felt so wrong

moving on was always easy for me to do

it hits different 'cause it's you

i used to switch out these Kens i'd just ghost, rip the band aid off and skip town

now the sun burns my heart and the sand hurts my feelings

i never don't cry at the bar, my sadness is contagious

i slur your name til someone puts me in a car

i stopped receiving invitations

make it make some sense why the wound is still bleeding

you were the one that I loved, don't need another metaphor it's simple enough

you once believed in me

i felt you and I held you for a while, bet I could still melt your world

is that your key in the door? is it okay? is it you? 

have they come to take me away?

love is a lie

shit my friends say to get me by, cause it's you

the great war

my hand was the one you reached for all throughout the Great War

i vowed not to cry anymore

i drew curtains closed, drank my poison all alone

i really thought I'd lost you

we're burned for better

i vowed i would always be yours

bigger than the whole sky

every single thing I touch becomes sick with sadness

you were bigger than the whole sky

you were more than just a short time

i'm never gonna meet what could've been, would've been, what should've been you

did some force take you because I didn't pray?

i've got a lot to live without

paris

your ex-friend's sister met someone at a club and he kissed her, turns out it was that guy you hooked up with ages ago

did you see the photos?

i'm so in love that I might stop breathing

no, I didn't see the news ‘cause we were somewhere else

i was taken by the view like we were in Paris

romance is not dead if you keep it just yours

sit quiet by my side in the shade

i want to brainwash you into loving me forever

i want to transport you to somewhere the culture's clever

high infidelity 

i didn't know you were keeping count

put on your records and regret me, i bent the truth too far tonight

do you really want to know where I was April 29th?

you know there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love, the slowest way is never loving them enough

do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?

glitch 

we were supposed to be just friends

you don't live in my part of town but maybe I'll see you out some weekend

i was supposed to sweat you out

five seconds later I'm fastening myself to you with a stitch

I'd go back to wanting dudes who give nothing

i thought we had no chance and that's romance

would’ve, could’ve, should’ve

if you tasted poison you could've spit me out at the first chance

if I was some paint, did it splatter on a promising grown man?

all I used to do was pray would've, could've, should've if you'd never looked my way

i damn sure never would've danced with the devil at nineteen

now that I'm grown, I'm scared of ghosts

now that I know i wish you'd left me wondering

you made me feel important and then you tried to erase us

god rest my soul, i miss who I used to be

i regret you all the time, i can't let this go

i fight with you in my sleep 

the wound won't close

living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts

give me back my girlhood, it was mine first

dear reader

if it feels like a trap you're already in one

get out your map pick somewhere and just run

never take advice from someone who's falling apart

you don't have to answer, just 'cause they asked you

i prefer hiding in plain sight

if you knew where I was walking to a house, not a home, all alone

my friends found friends who care

no one sees when you lose when you're playing solitaire

you should find another guiding light

#taylor swift lyrics #taylor swft #rph #indie rp #ask prompt #okay done <3