#i mean like i wanted a deepEr voice regardless but i had been thinking more about like. a more androgynous voice. the kind of voice that

[3rachasdomesticbanana]

All Nighter | Bang Chan

•Synopsis: You can't help but to tease your boyfriend when he's working, regardless if he's alone or not. "What's life without a little risk?" Who cares if the other two members of 3RACHA get a glance, a peak of what you're craving to give your boyfriend?

Bang Chan x Female Reader

•Content Warning: Heavy smut, Oral(m receiving), Strong language. If I left something out let me know and I'll add it.

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“Good job boy's. Why don't you two head back and get some sleep. I'm gonna work a little longer.” You hear Chan say to Han and Binnie.

The seat where Han sat next to you dozing in and out of sleep shifted when he stood up. Looking up you see him stretch his arms over his head and give a loud dramatic yawn that makes you giggle.

“Alright hyung. Don't work too hard. Night Y/N.”

“Yeah, what he said. See you tomorrow Y/N.” Changbin added before he and Han left Chan's studio.

It was just the two of you now and the tension between the two of you that was growing all night shifted and became palpable. He swivels in his chair, turning to face you. When your eyes meet he raises an eyebrow at you with a smirk playing on his beautiful full lips. Feigning Innocence you smile brightly at him. Yet the way he was sitting, legs opened wide, slightly slouched down in his chair with his elbows resting on the arm rests, made you feel borderline feral.

“Y/n baby, don't give me that look. You've been anything but innocent all night. Teasing me. Practically teasing Bin and Han as well.” He tells you. His voice is calm and much deeper than his usual tone. You know you've successfully turned him on when he sounds like that.

“Baby I don't know what you mean.” You drawl out sweetly, crossing your legs and flashing him in the process, just like you've been doing all night.

The pale blue skirt you had on wasn't particularly too short but it hitched up around your thighs just right while you sat on the sofa. Any time you repositioned how you were sitting, each 3RACHA member got a view of your wet cunt. Chan scoffs playfully and sits up.

“Baby girl, I could see the tint Jisung was sporting in his jeans all the way from here. Bet those two will be thinking of that pretty pussy of yours all night.”

You lick your lips smiling, eyes focused on your boyfriend's. You'd be lying to yourself if you said that very thought didn't turn you on. Many times you stayed at their dorm, you'd sometimes see the shadow of someone standing on the other of Chan's door through the bottom crack as he fucked you into his mattress. You'd only be able to tell who it was by the telltale blush over their face when you would later emerge for a drink and it was usually always Han.

“Guess I just made their night then huh baby?” You say seductively with a wink.

“Get over here and make my night. My hands have been itching to touch you.”

Smirking, you slide off the couch, getting onto your knees and crawling the short distance over to where he's sitting. Placing your hands on his knees and slowly sliding them up his thighs until your fingers find their target. You keep eye contact with him when your fingers curl under the band of his loose black basketball shorts before forcing them down and freeing his thick and hard erection.

“So big and so hard for me Channie.” Leaning forward, whispering and letting your breath fan over the tip.

The sensation makes him shiver and his cock twitches once, twice, and you give him a satisfied smile. Your mouth salivates with anticipation of having him on your tongue. Reaching your hand over and gripping the base of his thick shaft in loose fingers, you slowly apply pressure, tightening your fingers around him. He lets his head fall back with a groan. A strong hand threads its way into your hair pulling you forward slightly. Your fingers begin their slow dance of stroking him as your tongue flicks over his leaking tip before wrapping your soft lips around him.

He keeps a firm grip on your hair encouraging you to take him deeper into your mouth.

“More, beautiful.” His words are breathy and strained and you know he's holding back his impulse to fuck your throat.

Keeping your hand fisted around him you take him inch by inch until your lips meet your fingers. He's too big for you to deep throat but you take as much as you can feeling him hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck.” He growls and you feel your muscles clench around nothing. It makes you so incredibly wet.

You need him inside you but you also want to taste and tease him. Push him as close to the edge as possible. The sounds he makes when you start moving faster, bobbing your head up and down are raw and primal. Sliding your mouth over Chan's cock, slurping and sucking he bucks his hips up once into your mouth completely losing control over his body.

His grip in your hair is almost painful but you ignore it, heavily focused on his moans and breathing. Thighs tense up underneath your left hand that you're using to keep yourself steady and he stops you from moving using the hold he has on your head. You know he was close, you could taste the sweet and salty precum on the back of your tongue. He needs your pussy though, he'll go insane if he doesn't get to bury himself balls deep inside you.

“Get up here and ride me like Goku's flying nimbus.” He orders.

Giggling, you comply, easing up off your knees and straddling his thighs. “Mm I love it when you talk nerdy to me Channie.”

He gives you a deep chuckle that you feel down to your core making you bite down on your lip to suppress a moan despite him not even being inside of you just yet. Wrapping your hand around his hard shaft, Chan shivers at your touch, watching how pretty your fingers look curled around him. You guide him to your opening, the folds slick with your arousal, it takes little effort to push him inside of you inch by inch. He inhales deeply through gritted teeth and his hands grab onto your sides, gripping you for dear life. Once he's fully sheathed inside, your warm walls enclosing him you start to move your hips in a circle.

“I'll never get tired of the way you stretch me Chris.” You moan and he growls loving the way his English name sounds on your lips. It's his favorite, granted he loves the way you call him by any of the names you've become accustomed to but hearing you call him Chris just does things to him.

Slowly at first you tease yourself with his cock and then gradually pick up speed. Chan's soft panting mingles with yours, his hands slide up underneath your shirt massaging your breasts underneath the black lacy material. He moans appreciatively, flicking a thumb over the hardened peak of your nipple before giving it a squeeze, causing your walls to clamp down around him. His hips buck up underneath you and you gasp in pleasure feeling him push deeper inside your heat.

“Fuck,” he drags the word breathlessly. “Bounce on it for me beautiful.”

Placing your hands on his shoulders for support you do as he says bouncing up and down, feeling his cock slip in and out of you in such a sweet intoxicating way.

“Yeah, just like that. Keep it up baby. Don't stop until you're covering my dick with your cum princess.”

Your head falls back, hair tickling Chan's bare thighs, forcing a shiver to run through him and a groan to escape from his mouth. The sounds he makes between each word that he mutters incoherently is delicious. Each praise, each breathy sigh and each time his hands caresses you gets you closer and closer to sweet release. Chan can tell, he knows your body inside and out. He's got everything about you memorized. So when your legs begin to shake he stands up carrying you in his arms and sets you down on the desk. His strong hands push the keyboard and his laptop safety out of the way, still deep inside you before he starts to move. He fucks you rough just the way you like on his desk like he's done so many times in the past.

“Ah… ah, Chris! Fuck baby i'm so close don't stop.” Your legs wrap around him tighter, pulling him closer. He's balls deep, hitting that sweet spot over and over in a tantalizing rhythm.

“That's my girl, cum for me. Cum so I can fill you. Oh fuck baby, you feel so damn good.” He picks up his pace and you cling onto him, nails digging into his back and clawing him.

Even when he pulls his black T-shirt over his head he doesn't skip a beat in every thrust. The shirt lands on the leather couch behind him with a soft thud that's drowned out from the intense slapping sounds created by you and Chan’s body's coming together. The pounding he's inflicting on your walls is excruciatingly… delicious and your orgasm is crashing through you like a freight train.

Your moans ring out around the small pale green colored room. You're so grateful for the s class level soundproofing in the JYPE studios, surely your cries of passion would reach the 14the floor otherwise. Your muscles clamp down around Chan's pulsating cock, squeezing and milking him while his own moans harmonize with yours as he finds his own release.

“Ah, s-shit baby. Thank fuck. Ah!”

He spills himself inside of you with a long groan still thrusting his oversensitive muscle into you and shudders when your body trembles. You feel him fill you with his warm seed. It's this sensation that's hard to explain but you love it. Chan cumming inside of you is your favorite part, you secretly crave it. You don't even mind when his cum dribbles out of you whenever he pulls out. You love it when it's messy. He's breathless and chuckles, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

“I fucking love you baby.” He says finally, his voice husky and kisses your collarbone.

“I love you too baby.” You reply with a happy sigh and your hand finds its way into his soft curls massaging his head as you and him let your bodies relax after such an intense O.

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It's after 5am when Chan and you walk into the parking garage and a mischievous smile spreads on your face.

“Think you can go harder for round two Channie?”

You ask him and giggle at his shocked wide eyed expression but he doesn't let you down. He goes harder in the second, third and fourth round until you're thoroughly fucked and unable to keep your eyes open, succumbing to sleep.

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[alicewritez]

Heart to Heart - Aaron Hotchner

word count: 1202

summary: you disobey a direct order from hotch and now you’re injured

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

authors note: implied age gap but nothing too descriptive or explicit. again, i’m only just getting back into writing so bare with me while i get into the swing of things again. hope you enjoy regardless 💕

You disrespected a direct order and got hurt on a case. After he found out you were going to be fine, he went straight to the silent treatment. No words, no glances exchanged on the ride to the hospital, nor on the jet, nor even on the ride back home.

Now, he's sat busy rewrapping your bandages, still maintaining the silence. You watch his hands carefully tend to your wounds before you decide to finally speak up and break the silence which, right now, felt even worse than him shouting.

"Say something at least," she pauses. "Shout at me.. storm out, I don't care just.. anything other than silence."

He finished rewrapping your bandages and looked up at you. "Don't be an idiot again."

"Is that it? Is that all you have to say?" You respond, expecting him to say more, but nothing came.

He sighs. "It's a miracle that you're sitting here talking to me after all, you know that?"

"A miracle?" You scoff. "Hotch, I had it under control, besides it's just a few scratches." You argue your point.

He raises a brow and looks at you incredulously. "A few scratches? Remind me again how many stitches you got?"

"It's not even that bad!" You argue again. "It's a few stitches, so what?"

"So what?! A few stitches? Have you lost your damn mind?! Is that all that’s left up there? You could have been killed, can’t you see that?”

“I was doing my job!” You raise your voice to match his own.

He raised his further, trying to prove his own point. “Your job is to obey when I say ‘pull back’!”

“If I had listened to you, those poor young women would have been murdered.” You state coldly to him, trying to get him to understand where you were coming from. “I was doing my job and yes I got injured but I’m fine.. and they’re safe.”

He sighs. “And you nearly joined them at the morgue.”

“What is it with you? What’s this all really about?!” You emphasise the second part of the sentence. You had never seen him get so wound up over something like this before. Usually it was a stern telling off and he’d let you go, but not today.

“It’s about you! Don’t you get it? I can’t afford to lose you.” And there it was. The whole reason he’d got so upset in the first place, it wasn’t just because you were one of his best profilers; there was something much deeper.

“Hotch..” you spoke gently, features softening. He sat back down and looked over at you. He was quiet for a minute before speaking up again.

“Do you think it’s easy for me to see you all beaten up?”

“I-I didn’t know you felt like that.” You stuttered out, choking back a sob. Your gaze was locked onto your hands in your lap, fiddling with a ring on your finger.

He stared at you for a moment before sighing softly. “I do. And I’m terrified. I don’t know what I’d do without you..” He held his arms out for a hug and waited for you to scoot closer to him, which didn’t take much prompting because no sooner had he opened his arms, you’d lunged right into them, burying your face into his chest.

He pulled you close and held you tight, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “Thank goodness you’re alright, sweetheart. You have no idea how scared I was.”

You sigh, pulling away a little to look up at him but not wanting to let go completely. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.. I just wanted to save them.”

“I know, I know. I just don’t want to see you in any danger, that’s all.” He pulled you back to him, this time placing a soft kiss to your lips. When you pull away, you look up at him.

“I guess we’re not just ‘boss’ and ‘employee’ anymore..” This makes him chuckle, a smile forming on his lips, the first genuine smile you’d seen all night.

“Nope, we sure aren’t. I guess you’re not just ‘renegade agent who doesn’t listen and likes to make Hotch worry’ anymore either..” he smirks.

You give him a bemused look. “I’ve liked you for a long time, and the for the last time.. I was doing my job. You know you would have done the same thing if the roles had been reversed.”

He raises a brow at your statement but he couldn’t argue, knowing what you said had truth behind it. “I can’t say that you’re wrong. But I still don’t want you taking risks like that.”

“You nod your head slowly, knowing he was right. “It won’t happen again.”

“I know. Just think about my heart next time.” He sighed and brushed some hair out of your face. “That poor thing can only take so much.”

“I forgot you were old.” You pout playfully. “Well, not old but.. well- you’re older than me.” You start to ramble then stop. “I’ll just shut up.”

He smiled and chuckles softly. “Don’t you dare shut up.” He looks down at you, bringing a hand to brush stray strands of hair out of your eyes and tucking them behind your ear. “I love it when you ramble on and on about random stuff. That’s one of the things I love about you.. that and your beautiful smile. And your pretty eyes. And your amazing personality.. and your..”

“Yeah okay, okay, I get it.” You bury your face into his side, feeling your face heat up from embarrassment. He chuckles again and gently runs his fingers through your hair. “You have no idea how gorgeous you are.” He pauses for a few seconds, looking you in the eyes. “Even with a few bruises and some stitches.”

You wince as he traces his fingers over some of the cuts and bruises that littered your face; he realises the mistake he’s made when he sees you wince. “Oh.. I’m sorry.” He moves his hand away quickly and looks away, hating to see you in pain.

“It’s okay.” You smile softly, taking his hand into yours and leaning further into his side. “I love you.”

His face softens at the confession. “I love you too.” He kisses you on the forehead and lets go of your hand, much to your dismay, but quickly wraps his arms around your waist instead. Pulling you back into his chest for another hug.

“I could stay like this forever.” You sigh in content, making him chuckle. “I could too.”

He kisses you on the forehead once more before pulling you even closer to him and whispering in your ear. “You know I can’t stand it when you’re all hurt, right?”

“I know.. but at least I have you.” You smile at the thought. He kisses you softly on the temple. “You always will. I’ll always be right here you know that, right?”

“I know.” You smiled as your head rested against him, eyes closed in content at the feeling of being near him.

It was in this moment you knew, Aaron’s words had never been more true.

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner fluff #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fluff #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds imagine #fanfic

[theworldofotps]

Best Memories (T.W)

Pairing: Hook x Reader Word Count: 1,262 Description: Hook never wanted you to know what he did for a living.

Trigger Warning: Includes character death. I'm so sorry for what you're about to read but I hope you enjoy it regardless. Thank you @new-zealand-chic for reading over this for me beforehand to let me know if it was worth posting. You can thank @madhatterbri for picking the character. ________ Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist​ @melissahausen​ @new-zealand-chic @writtingrose @99hook @madhatterbri @sjwrites22​ @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @adamcolesbaybay @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch​ @demonqueen29​ @itsicantbelievethis666​ @lilred91 @rebellious-desires @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie​ @shortyiceheart​ @serpantscorpio8497​ @thatpanpal​ @thatnerdwriter​ @wrestlersownmyheart​ @vebner37​​ @seeingstarks​ @whenimakeitshine1234 @legit9thlunaticwarrior​ @blaquekitty @ironshamelessyouth​ @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @xbreezymeadowsx @alyyaana  @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456  @mcreignsera @auburnwrites​ @aews-four-pillars If you wanna be added to the list lemme know.

Hook taglist: @wickedval _______

“Mamas wake up.” A soft voice whispered in your ear as warm lips pressed against your cheek and neck a few times, a groan left your lips as you tried to snuggle deeper into the blankets. “More sleep.” You whined, you were so tired the night before had been filled with the two of you love making and you were more than happy to just lay here together resting. “I know but I gotta get up my dad needs me to run a couples errands for work and I want some love from you before leaving.” Tyler pressed a kiss to your shoulder as he slowly worked on waking you up, when your eyes finally opened the were met with the sight of him grinning at you. His hair flopped over his eyes and all messy from your fingers running through and tugging it. “Good morning beautiful.” He said pressing his lips to yours as you mumbled back a good morning, stretching you couldn’t help but blush as his eyes followed the sheet falling off your chest.

“You look good wearing my marks.” The smirk in his voice was evident as he referred to the love bites he had left scattered across your skin; the most recent one being on the left side of your chest directly over your heart. “Well you seem to enjoy giving them so I’m glad you think so.”

“Can’t pretend like you don’t enjoy them mamas you’re almost always moaning my name when I’m giving them.” You smiled watching as he climbed out of bed still completely naked and walked to the bathroom to shower. Laying in the bed you shifted on your side as you listened to him hum. The sun had just started shining through the windows, so you knew it was still early. When he finally returned from the shower with a towel around his waist you whistled wiggling your brows.

“Behave I don’t have time to get you.”

He chuckled dressing quickly then walking to the bed and leaning over to kiss you deeply his hand resting on your cheek.

“Be safe, call me if you need anything and I should be home by six.” Kissing him back you nodded stroking his jaw lightly with the tips of your fingers.

“You be safe as well I mean it I don’t want you coming home with stiches in your knuckles.” “I’ll do my best.” He laughed giving you another kiss as you exchanged I love yous and he left the bedroom. Settling into the blankets on his side you yawned rubbing your eyes as you listened to his fading footsteps. The front door closing signaled to you that he had left, and you could finally go back to sleep. Tyler never wanted you to know what he really did for work, told you it was best that his girl didn’t get mixed in with those types of things. Apart from he did some stuff with his dad that was all you really knew. So, when Anthony showed up at your shared apartment later in the day looking stressed and begging you to come with him to the Senerchia home you knew it was serious. “What’s wrong?”

“Tyler got hurt.”

Was the only thing that he told you as you slipped your shoes on and grabbed your keys. The tight feeling in your stomach only grew as you followed him down to his car and buckled up. Watching out the window as he weaved through the crowed streets of New York. His knee bouncing in anticipation as his eyes darted around, the feeling of dread grew as you got closer to Taz’s house.

Anthony parked and the two of you exited the car quickly making your way to the front door, not bothering to knock Anthony opened it for you. Motioning to follow him he led you up the stairs and to a room you were most familiar with. Tyler’s room.

“I’m sorry Y/n.”

He whispered squeezing your hand and stepping back you paused for just a moment, fear gripping you as you searched his face. Pushing the door open you spotted Taz and his wife surrounding the bed, the room was quiet apart from some labored breathing and soft crying. Looking up Taz’s eyes were filled with tears as he motioned for you to join them, standing he took your hand.

“I’m sorry y/n, I’ve tried everything I could and so has the doctor there’s nothing more that can be done.”

“What happened?”

“Ambushed, he tried to fight them all off, but it was no use he’s barely hanging on but said he wanted you.”

It felt like you couldn’t breathe as you listened to him and after a brief word with Tyler’s mother, they left giving you privacy. Tears sprung to your eyes as you looked at the love of your life laying motionless in the bed. It looked as if every breath he took hurt, and you were sure it did. Walking over you knelt next to him and gently stroked his cheek. His eyes opened and despite the pain he felt Tyler smiled softly seeing you.

“I was hoping you’d make it in time.”

His voice was weak as he spoke labored gasps and breaths as you took one of his hands, it was covered in blood, but you didn’t care.

“Anthony got me here as quickly as he could.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Hey, no no you don’t need to apologize this isn’t your fault.”

“Yes, it is, I thought it was just the one guy and I fell into a trap did everything I could but.”

He coughed wincing as tears of pain spilled down his cheeks your own tears flowing freely as he finally relaxed back on the bed. “I want you to be brave for me, okay? Don’t distance yourself from the family, they’re going to help you get through this. I’m sorry I don’t get the chance to love you for the rest of our lives like I promised.”

Tyler said as his thumb brushed across your engagement ring, your heart felt like it was being squeezed as he lightly tugged your hand. Encouraging you to climb onto the bed with him you carefully did so holding him gently.

“I love you.” “I love you too y/n so much.”

There was a moment of silence before you whispered to him the vows you had spent the last three months writing. The slight smile on his face brought a sad one to your own as he did the same, he carefully wiggled off his ring and gave it to you. “Take the chain.”

“Ty I can’t.”

“Take it baby, I want you to wear it with my ring please.” You gently lifted his head holding back the gasp at the dark blood staining his hair and pillow as you removed the gold chain and put it in your pocket. Tyler lifted his face for a kiss and frowned seeing how sad you were.

“You know, they say that after the body dies the brain lives on for several minutes replaying your best memories.”

“Really I didn’t know that.” You sniffled wiping your face as your forehead gently rested against his and he couldn’t help but kiss you once more he knew it was about to be the last. “I just want you to know that my several minutes are all going to be about you.”

He whispered, and just like that he was gone the brightest light in your world was snuffed out leaving you alone in the dark.

#hook aew #aew hook #hook fanfiction #hook x reader #tyler senerchia #ANGST #character death

[missmeinyourbones]

always a bigger bed to crawl into (megumi fushiguro x reader) (wc: 950+)

“going to sleep in separate beds, sneaking into each other's for some snuggles” - inspired from this list of prompts

“Megumi.” 

He thinks he’s dreaming when he vaguely makes out the soft whimper of his name. Granted, it’s not uncommon to hear your saccharine voice echoing through his head in the middle of the night.

As he’s about to drift off into a deeper slumber, a second and more harsh “Megumi” pulls him from his hazy state. He slightly sits up, now fully convinced that the noise was no dream and is in fact coming from inside of his room. 

He firmly rubs his eyes with the back of his hand, blinking a few times to adjust to the darkness encompassing his bedroom. In the shadows of his doorway, he’s just barely able to make out your silhouette, cowering a bit apprehensively as you fiddle with your fingers. If it were anyone else, he would’ve been a bit alarmed—but he knows your shape like the back of his hand, even through blurry eyes and darkened shades. 

“What are you doing?” he tries to ask gently, but it comes out a bit agitated through the gruff of his sleep-induced voice. You know him though, so you know it’s gentle in his mind and coming from his heart. 

“Are you asleep?” your small voice—now whispering as if you didn't already wake him up—finds his ears and he can’t help but feel his cheeks heat up at your sweet inquiry. It’s in this moment that he’s extremely grateful for the lack of light in the room, as it successfully hides his fair yet blushing skin. 

“Wouldn’t be answering you if I was,” he slightly grumbles, resting his head back down on his pillow but keeping his eyes on you. 

He doesn't think you can actually see that his eyes are open, but they are. And he wants you to know that they are. That he’s listening to you, regardless of the nonsense that you're spewing. 

“Did I wake you up? I’m sorry,” you begin, but Megumi is quick to cut you off. 

“No,” he reassures, shifting his weight and sitting up again.

“I was awake,” he wasn't. 

“It’s fine,” because it’s you.  

There’s a moment of silence that neither of you break. Megumi can hear the ratting of his ceiling fan as it lazily spins a light breeze throughout the room. The few feet separating you from his bed feels like light years as he tries to focus in on your shadowed figure.

He thinks you’re nodding your head, but he can’t really tell since his eyes have yet to get accustomed to the darkness. He waits for you to say something, but you don’t—so the ball is in his court and he panics. 

“Are you okay?” he abruptly asks.

But your voice overlaps and interrupts his nervous mannered question. 

“Why were you awake?” you attempt to flip the attention on him. 

He sees right through your act (much to your dismay) and doesn’t entertain it. Instead, he decides to answer your question with one of his own.

“Why are you in my room and asking me a million questions at-” he glances over to his bedside table’s digital alarm clock, the letters red and bright in his face read, “-1:36 in the morning?”

He can see your face a bit clearer now, because he sees your mouth open and close as if you're debating saying something. He waits for your inevitable excuse or your quick yet teasing remark, but your nervous stalling fails as he’s met with another apology. 

“I’m sorry,” quietly and quickly falls from you lips, “I couldn’t sleep. Figured I’d see if you were having the same problem.”

Truthfully, he wasn’t. Megumi was sleeping as if angels had cradle-rocked him to bed. He was blissfully dreaming of you—quick and abstract glimpses of your smile and eyes forever haunting his thoughts, awake or asleep. 

But in this moment, as he observes your doe-eyes flicker with anticipation and he hears your voice slightly tremble as you bare yourself to him, he lies. Megumi is willing to pretend he was awake if it means easing your worries and having you curl up beside him underneath his navy covers.  

“Fine,” his heart races as he shuffles over from the middle of the bed to the left side, “C’mere.”

He flips over his blanket, opening it up to you as an offering. You can practically feel the warmth he’s radiating and you want nothing more than to sprint over to where he lays and join him—but something in you causes you to hesitate.

Maybe he doesn’t want you here. Maybe he’s offering his bed to you out of pity, because you came crying like a baby to him in the middle of the night. Maybe he thinks it’s pathetic, maybe he feels obligated to-

“D’you wanna lay with me or d’you wanna stand over there ‘til morning?”

His question interferes your stream of worries as he watches you with narrowed eyes and messy hair. He looks so cozy—so sweet and domestic and in reach of your grasp.

“Lay with you,” you meekly respond. 

That’s all it takes for Megumi to be opening his arms for you to enter his embrace, nodding his head for you to come his way.

He lets you crawl in and get comfortable, fluffing the unused pillow next to his head and shimmying your way beneath his thin sheets. You choose to settle down in his arms with your head on his chest. You can hear his heartbeat speed up when you lean on him, but you ignore it for his sake. Maybe you’ll tease him for it tomorrow morning.

His cold yet surprisingly soft hands snake their way around your waist, one arm underneath you and the other gently resting on top of your hip. He thinks about teasing you for the dead arm he knows he’ll wake up with. Maybe tomorrow morning, he decides.

“Good?” He whispers into your hairline once you’ve stop squirming, a signal that you’re finally comfortable where you lay. You feel his lips leave a few pecks into your hair.

“Yeah, thank you,” your response is soft, muffled by the cotton of his t-shirt pressed against your lips, “M’tired now.”

The breath from his laughter tickles your temple—for someone who couldn’t sleep, you sure are quick to tire once you’re within his hold. But he doesn’t mind in the slightest, he actually prefers you here with him, rather than alone in your own room. His bed feels far too big without you in it.

“Goodnight, Megumi,” he barely hears you utter.

He doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t need to. Because his lips softly resting on the crown of your head paired with the gentle squeeze of your hip is enough to feel his love.

While he prefers going to sleep with you already in his bed, you sneaking in might be a close second.

#megumi fushiguro #fushiguro megumi #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi fic #megumi fushiguro fic #megumi fluff #megumi fushiguro fluff #megumi drabble #megumi fushiguro drabble #megumi blurb #megumi fushiguro blurb #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk writings

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Like Oxygen ✧ x.mh

Pairing: Xu Minghao x reader Genre: angst, comfort Summary: Sometimes there are so many thoughts in your head you forget about the wonders of life. And sometimes life is so hard you forget how to breathe. Word count: 1.5k Warnings: depression, self-destructive tendencies

"I don't know if you're doing this on purpose or not but it feels like revenge."

Minghao's voice is that faux cold of feigned disinterest that he uses to hide his vulnerability.

Because it was supposed to be revenge, you think, it was revenge until it wasn't.

You don't acknowledge his words, let them hang in the heavy air of the dark bedroom. You screw your eyes shut so tightly you see white and try to imagine the quiet, tiny, hurt, sigh that leaves Hao's lips and that he tries to hide doesn't feel like a punch to the gut.

There's a limit to the strain you can put on the relationship before it gets irreparably damaged or breaks. When a person is as sensitive as Minghao is, it's hard to say whether the point is further away or closer than you thought. You know he'll try to understand and think deeper than simply believing you are ignoring him for the sake of upsetting him. Then again, him saying this, and in this way too, is a warning sign. A pretty bright, flashing, neon-colored one.

You suppose something did snap inside you after that fight. Well, a bit after that. At first you did indeed mean to give him the cold shoulder, because you were petty and, yeah, some things he said cut a bit too deep even if they were true. Then again, you were working through them. Until life happened, and work got busy, and you had to do overtime day after day and started coming home late and all you managed to do was wash up before falling asleep. Everything got kind of thrown out of the window then.

Maybe it's best if you keep ignoring him. Maybe if you're distant for long enough, it'll ruin things beyond repair and… well, it's not like you can find it in yourself to care right now. Maybe the pain would help you feel again. Maybe you just wanna feel like you’re right about something - even if it has to be Minghao inevitably leaving you because he deserves better. Maybe if you weren't already half asleep, you'd get to the point in the thought process where you'd realize how little sense that makes. Maybe.

Come morning, and the one after that and the one after that… you can’t even properly register your thoughts anymore. Everything just drags on for eternity and you feel yourself spiraling into lethargy that is only broken by a stabbing pain in your chest each time you see Minghao. Some part of you wants to spit his words right into his face, some part of you understands, and much, much larger part of you wants to run to him and cling to him and beg for his love.

You know he’s not doing this on purpose. You know he’s also busy. You know he’s, most of all, just trying to protect himself. It hurts nonetheless, more so because you know it’s you who he’s raising his defenses against.

But you need him.

You need him more than ever because this is hard and it’s too much, and you feel like weight just keeps getting added onto your shoulders, and yet you keep carrying it so it’s shattering you instead of breaking you at once. You need him but he’s so cold and far away and it feels like you’ve finally done it and he’s not gonna return. You will lose him and you’ll be right but it doesn’t feel like you’ve won anything because you played a stupid game and all you’re gonna get is a stupid prize.

When Minghao comes home, he expects the silence that’s been basically the trademark of your home for what, weeks? Months? It’s getting hard to tell and if he got to think about it any more he’d probably break down. He doesn’t get to, though, because the moment he closes the door and the sounds coming from the street can no longer be heard, he hears badly muffled sobbing instead.

It’s like an instinct. 

His body moves regardless of his will, his legs carry him towards the sound in a rush and determination that ignores that he’s still wearing shoes and that the bag with his laptop hit the ground without the usual caution he puts it down with. His mind is blank and all he feels is a cold dread.

He barely registers where he is, where you are, he only comes back to his senses when his arms are wrapped tightly around your trembling form and he’s pulling you into his chest and tucking your head under his chin and he’s shushing you, whispering sweet nothings and trying to calm you down. He tries to be sneaky when his hands move slowly over your body, trying to feel if you’re physically hurt somehow. He needs to know you’re okay and he realizes that’s what he should’ve been doing this whole time - make sure you’re okay. But he was too hurt himself and he failed to do that and while he understands he was in no state to care for both you and himself, it still leaves a bitter taste on his tongue.

“Shhh, y/n…” he murmurs and he feels his voice break, “Tell me what you need.”

“Just hold me,” you sob and he’s thrown into the ice cold water of regret and pain all over again. He’s so tired, his body is exhausted, and yet somehow he finds the strength to pull you closer and uses the last of it to hold you like that until the oxygen in your lungs runs out. And still he feels you nuzzling closer and your hands grabbing at his clothes like he’s your lifeline and after being denied the feeling of being important to you for so long, it feels addictive. This is what he wants to be to you. This, sans the crying, is what he wants to come home to.

“Breathe with me,” he whispers, but he only feels you move closer, feels you bury your face into his chest. But that’s not where you’ll find air to breathe. It feels like the cruelest thing he’s ever done when he’s coaxing you to pull away enough to look at him. He wants to keep reliving the moment you immediately lean your forehead against his like you can’t stand being without him if only for a second. He keeps one arm around your waist while he cups your face with his other hand. He brushes your tears away as gently as he can with his shaky touch. Your eyes are so captivating he can’t look away.

“Breathe for me,” he whispers and you’re close enough that his lips brush against yours. His hand never leaves your skin as it slides down your jaw to your neck, down your shoulders and lower until it finds your hand. He intertwines your fingers while he brings it up to his chest and splays your palm over his heart. “Please. Can you feel me? Breathe with me.”

And so you do.

He adjusts his breathing to yours first so it’s easier. He guides you like he always does - gently, lovingly. Slowly he helps you calm down and steady your breathing. Neither of you can tell if you take in a deep breath or if your lips meet for a kiss before you part.

It feels unpleasant, to part. You’ll have to face the past weeks now. You’ll have to explain. It makes you want to forget the last couple minutes, that really felt like a whole another lifetime, and imagine they were just a dream. You want to go back just to avoid the confrontation.

“I still want to hold you,” Minghao says before your flight reflex can win over the fight one, “If you want me to.”

You feel the tears flowing slower now, as you smile a wobbly smile and huff a laugh. He doesn’t ask. He doesn’t push you into anything. He doesn’t push you away without meaning to. As you’d know he wouldn’t if you remembered sooner that this is Minghao who knows you best in this world.

You trust him with your soul to guide you through this when you slide your hands into his. You let him pull your along and let him take you to the couch. You know he’ll catch you when he pulls you down and makes you fall. When he pushes you against the back of the couch and traps you between it and his body, you feel safe.

He pulls the weighted blanket you keep there for times like these over your bodies. His arms fit snuggly around your body and it soon gets nicely toasty under the soft fabric covering you. You cuddle closer to him and close your eyes. It’s safe.

You’re safe.

And you know he’ll keep it that way.

You know he won’t ask, and you know he’ll wait until you’re ready. No matter how long that is.

Maybe this time you won’t have to run.

Maybe.

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen angst #seventeen x reader #svt angst #the8 scenarios #minghao scenarios #the8 x reader #minghao x reader #the8 angst #minghao angst

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How would you have wanted to see the season 3 bedroom scene go down if Clarke didn't hold back her obvious thirst for femme disaster Lexa in her nightgown

Have them fuck nasty 😤

Nah I'm just kidding

For real though, I actually took today to think about that because I think if you asked everyone in the fandom, you'd probably get a big variety of answers. There was just so much going on at that time and so many raw, unsettled emotions and resentments on Clarke's part. Realistically, I can absolutely see why she turned Lexa away (not the how tho, cuz damn).

But if I had to rewrite it through my own rose colored glasses, I would've liked it if Clarke had asked Lexa to stay and talk. Not even about the mountain or their people or anything that wandered too closely to those still healing wounds between them. More like asking Lexa about her childhood. What it was like growing up on the ground. Maybe about the different clans or what Lexa had dreamed about becoming before she was called to be commander. And I would've liked to have Clarke tell Lexa about the wonders of space. Not many though - that subject still holds too many nightmares. I would've liked to see them get to know each other beyond the pictures they have of each other as leaders and what they have to be as those people, and instead started learning more of the pieces of themselves that they'd learned to lock away from everyone else.

I would've liked to see Clarke grow sleepy to the sound of Lexa's soothing voice. Yawning while deliberately denying that she's yawning, even as she shakes it off and smacks her lips from it. And then of course, that fond little smile that Lexa always gets around Clarke, the one that barely kissed the sides of her lips but shines so brightly in her eyes. Usually in response to the skai girl's stubbornness, but that's neither here nor there. I would've liked to see Lexa offering to leave because even though the night had taken a very strange and unexpected turn, it was still lovely, and wonderful, and she likes to think of herself as chivalrous when circumstances allow, and regardless of what did or didn't happen, oh, you could see just how happy her little Heda heart was to have had that time together.

Without the usual looming thundercloud of Clarke's animosity.

I would've loved to see her trying to urge Clarke to go to bed and rest, only for Clarke to ask her to stay a little longer. To join her on the bed - sensibly, only because the bed was more comfortable than the old spindly chairs of her guest suite - and keep talking about all the good things on earth. Because she usually can't sleep anyway and because... that was the first night since she'd walked away from Camp Jaha that the demons of her past have been quiet.

I would've liked to see Lexa's internal battle of her emotions play out in nothing more than a series of blinks. A stuttered breath. The catch in her chest as she unfolds and refolds her hands in her lap. All the tiny cracks in her armor that you have to be looking for just to see, but they're the ones that give her away every time.

Because even tho she'd hoped— Even tho she'd thought, maybe Clarke's relief at her winning and staying alive might mean something for them... Even tho she'd come here with every intention to open herself up to whatever Clarke was willing to give to her, to connect with her... she hadn't at all anticipated the night to go quite like this. So intimate and bare, but not at all in the way she'd yearned for when she'd knocked on Clarke's door, blood still hot from the battle and the look Clarke gave her across the arena.

This was sweeter than she'd anticipated, somehow deeper, and her hunger and love for this woman is all the more terrifying for it.

But Lexa does stay, because she really is quite terrible at denying Clarke anything within her power at that point. Not that she wants to anyway. Not now that Clarke looks at her from under her furs with soft questioning eyes, instead of darkened pools filled with betrayed disgust.

I would've liked to see Lexa settle down on the bed, above the furs with her back sloped against the iron headboard that is terribly uncomfortable against her skin, but she'll bear it. And as she picks up the thread of what she'd been talking more to settle her own nerves than because she actually knows what she's saying. She's just babbling, which entirely unbecoming on The Commander but what else she can do when she's this close to this woman?

And ok fine, she's not a saint.

She does like the feel of Clarke's eyes on her. She likes the thrill that rushes through her at her own boldness careless ease when she adjusts her legs, lifts her knee just for comfort and, oops, lets the loose hang of her nightgown slip down to pool at her hip. It's an~accident~ she doesn't bother to fix, just like when the thin strap falls down off her shoulder as well. She's just comfortable in Clarke's space so it's totally, totally fine.

It wouldn't escape her (or us, the faithful viewers) that Clarke doesn't look away.

And I would've liked to see her watch as Clarke grew sleepier. Watched her very obviously struggle to stay awake by asking Lexa the most mundane questions could think of through her half-slurred haze as Clarke adjusts and readjusts and every time she finds herself that much closer. Until eventually there's nothing for it, she's just pressed against Lexa's side, and it's nothing to wrap an arm around Lexa's waist and push close. Lean her head on Lexa's shoulder and breathe in the scent of whatever soaps Lexa used in her post-battle bath (you hear that, Clarke. S o a p). And I would've liked the scene to end on Clarke drifting off to Lexa's comfort. To the feel of Lexa matching her every breath. To the gentle weight of Lexa pressing a kiss she'll insist in the morning that she was too sleepy to remember to the crown of her head.

That's how I would've liked to see it go.

#anon #clexa #lexa kom trikru #Clarke Griffin #gif 1 by doortotomorrow second one just on gif finder 😕

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post. the. next. part. plz.

Okay yes here. Mini sequel to this in which Hunter is as in season 1 but Willow lost all her memories of him in Understanding Willow and ASIAS is the first time he’s been able to reintroduce himself.

———

As quickly as Willow had initiated the contact, she broke it. Stepping away from Hunter quickly in a panic as he tried to refocus, his hands still raised as they tried to process the absence of her face. Her mind couldn't decide what to focus on: her impulsiveness, her recklessness or the way he managed to gently kiss her back.

"Oh, my Titan," she breathed, covering her mouth with her hands. "I uh, I'm so sorry! I don't, heh, I don't know why I did that, I-I didn't even ask if it was okay and you probably didn't, I… mean we probably haven't... I mean, I don't know why I would assume you would-

“No! No, I mean I definitely wanted to,” he assured her before his eyes grew wide as he realized just how his words sounded. “I mean, not that I was going to. Well, not that I wouldn’t! Want to, I mean! Because I mean, I’ve thought about it. Well, not alot. I mean, it crossed my mind I mean I… oh whaaaaat do I mean?”

“No, no I… I don’t know what came over me,” Willow chuckled nervously, relieved he wasn't mad or disgusted. “I mean, I-I just met you! Well, I know not technically but I guess I was just… I was angry so I…”

“Angry?” said Hunter, his ears twitching. “Heh, I’ve seen you angry and you’ve never done anything like that before. Well, at least not with me.”

“I've never done that with anyone,” she said, still in shock of herself.

“Oh,” the blush on Hunter’s cheeks grew deeper. It had never fully vanished as his mind made sure to hold the memory tight. He was certain that neither of them would be forgetting this, it was his first kiss too. Which means he was Willow's very first-. "Oh."

“Yeah,” Willow chuckled nervously, casting her eyes to the ground as she fiddled with her braid. “So… sorry about that. It probably wasn’t… the best thing to-.”

“No, it was great!” insisted Huner, louder than he intended to. His hand slapped over his mouth as he wished he could sink into the ground.

She smiled a little, in spite of herself. She was starting to trust her instincts about this boy more and more. “I guess it’s… complicated.”

“Yeah, yeah sure of course,” he said, clearing his throat. “It’s uh… alot to process so that’s like… a normal reaction to this kind of thing?”

“Um… sure?” Willow lied; she could feel the vines creeping up her legs manifesting her dishonestly. She sighed, surely Hunter knew her tell. “No, I just, I guess… I don’t know. No, I do know but it’s because I don’t know.”

“What?”

“Well,” now it was Willow’s turn to pace, she brushed a lurking flower from her shoulder. “I obviously had a crush on you and even though Amity and I aren’t as close as we used to be she definitely knew! I mean, she knows how I act when I have feelings like that, but she didn’t even give me the chance to get hurt because she still thinks I can’t handle it!”

“‘Obviously?’” Hunter repeated in a squeak, mostly to himself.

“And she just assumed she knew what was best for me without even asking me?” Willow continued, mostly thinking aloud. “Ugh, I mean she comes to me to get advice about Luz even though she never once bothered to consider that it might be weird for me if they dated. I mean I know it’s not my decision and I want them both to be happy, I do! But come on! I mean, sometimes I can’t help but think that if Luz hadn’t come here then she wouldn’t have tried to fix things between us. And I-.”

She looked up at Hunter who was listening intently. “Ugh, sorry I didn’t mean to start ranting.”

“No, no go ahead, please continue,” he said. He knew the benefits of having someone to talk things out with and truthfully, he really missed hearing her voice, regardless of what she was saying.

“But I didn’t say anything because I know she’s trying and I really did miss her,” Willow sighed, able to collect her thoughts more clearly. “I didn’t try to convince Luz to stop liking her but then Amity has no problem keeping me in the dark about you. And then telling you to stay away from me, even though she was the one who-,” Willow gasped as the thought finished forming. “Hunter, how exactly did I lose my memories of you?”

“I… I don’t really know how it happened,” he admitted. As devastated as he had been, he knew there was nothing that could be done to reverse what had been done so he had been focusing on the effect rather than the cause.

“But, it was something Luz and Amity did, right?” Willow said.

“Well, I guess,” he said. “They were the ones who went in your mind, after all.”

“Did anyone else tell you to stay away from me?”

“Well, okay, she didn’t say that exactly ,” Hunter said.

“Well what did she say?”

“It was more like… you were doing better, and I might get in the way of that,” he said, low and serious.

“Grrr! Ugh! That is so hypocritical of her!” Exclaimed Willow, her eyes glowing green. Hunter could feel the ground shift beneath him. This was the anger he remembered in Willow, it was rare and dormant, but it was powerful and demanded to be felt eventually. A true force of nature. “I’m not that scared pathetic little girl anymore! When will she see that? She says she wants to move forward but she keeps trying to make me go backwards so she can catch up or something and now she’s going behind my back to try and-.”

“Hey!” Hunter said, breaking through her rant as he placed his hands on her shoulders to stop her. The vines were growing larger and longer and if he didn’t snap her out of it they may consume everything around them. “Willow! Willow! It’s okay! You’re okay!”

“I- what?” Her eyes returned to normal, and she looked around to see what had almost happened. No, she wasn’t that weak and timid little girl, but was this any better? What good was strength if it was wild and unpredictable?

What good was she?

“Hey,” said Hunter gently, breaking her out of her inner monologue. “Listen to me: it’ll take more than idle threats from a Blight to make me give up on you. I have never, not for one moment thought you were weak or pathetic.”

Somehow, Willow knew this to be true. She knew it wasn’t from rose colored glasses or not knowing her very well, it was from knowing firsthand that her strength was more than what could be seen on the surface.

“My whole life I’ve been around people who take every opportunity to make me feel small and worthless, like I have to fight to prove I’m worthy just to exist,” he said. “But you never made me feel that way. The opposite actually, you made me feel safe and excited and I literally can’t imagine how anyone can know you and not know how amazing and capable and strong you are. I know you make my life better but I… I don’t exactly have the best reputation for having that effect on people. So I… as much as I missed you, I have to be honest about that because she might have a point, about me not about you! I would never try or want to hurt you but I... you’ve never lied to me and I didn’t wanna lie to you and okay I know I kind of did lie to you today but I-.”

Willow smiled and pressed her finger to his lips to stop him. He looked down at her, confused and certain he had blown everything. But her eyes were kind and gentle.

“Have you always talked so much?” She asked with a chuckle. All Hunter could do was nod in response and she laughed, which made his heart feel like it was overflowing.

“Thank you,” she said. “This whole thing is weird and I… I just don’t like people telling me what I should think or how I should feel. But it’s been happening for so long that sometimes I… I get scared when I have new or powerful feelings."

"Yeah, I... I think I can understand that," he said, remembering he thought he was enduring a curse when he first started developing feelings for the plant witch in front of him. Absence had only made the heart grow fonder because somehow, he trusted that she would be the one person who would see the opportunity to leave him and not immediately take it. He didn't want to deceive her because he did act differently aorund her, he sometimes did say things to her he wouldn't normally say to try and make her laugh, to try and make her like him more. But sometimes she laughed when he wasn't trying, sometimes she messaged him first, sometimes she remembered soemthing about him that didn't seem like an important detail. But he didn't know how to tell her how much this all meant to him without making it seem like he was telling her she had to be in his life again. He wanted her to be, of course, but only if she wanted it.

It had made him do crazy things like try and recruit her to the coven (he would confess later that while the flyer derby incident had been a more extreme example, it was not the first instance) and even write down topics and fun facts on flashcards that he kept in his pockets in case he ran into her.He would never want to leave her, but he wanted what was best for her. In his experience, people didn't often want him around, and he didn't feel like it was his place to tell her she had somehow been an exception to that; he wanted it to be her choice, every time. Because that was the only way it was real, that was the only way it mattered.

"But I think," she said softly, carefully taking one of his hands in both of hers. "I have a good feeling about you Hunter."

He wouldn't correct her. He wouldn't doubt her. He wouldn't let it be in vain. They both knew this.

He sighed as though he had been holding his breath for weeks. "Thank you... captain."

Then, suddenly, she had the strongest Deja vu as her response sprang to her lips.

"You know, if you joined the Emperor's Coven you wouldn't need to worry about going to school," said Hunter as he flew beside her, laying on his staff as though it was no big deal.

"Hmm but don't you have to wake up a like 5am?" she said, adjusting her grip on her potted plant.

"You get to sleep in til 6 on the weekends," he said as though it would seal the deal.

"Woah," she said with endearing sarcasm. "Veeery tempting, but I'll have to pass; I'm not really a morning person."

"Oh, c'mon," he insisted. "You haven't lived until you've seen the view from the top of the toes at the crack of dawn. The way the sun has all the colors when it first appears in the horizon."

"Huh, that does sounds kinda pretty..."

"Yeah, it's a 20 mile hike uphill carrying rocks on your back to build endurance... it's a truly life changing experience."

"Hmmm, yeah I'm good," she chuckled as the continued to walk.

"Miss Park, I can assure you that as my hand picked recruit I could arrange for you to have double the viewing time as the other scouts," said Hunter with pride and vigor. "Two whole minutes."

"Why do you call me that?" Willow asked as she suddenly stopped. Hunter nearly fell off his staff as he backtracked to return to where she stood.

"What do you mean? C-call you what?"

"'Miss Park,'" she said.

“Well, it’s your name,” he scoffed. “What else am I supposed to call you?”

“Well, you call Luz 'the human' and Eda ‘the Owl Lady,’ but you address me so much nicer. How come?”

“Well you’ve always addressed me with respect so I’m just returning the favor,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady. “I-is that a problem?”

“No, it’s fine,” she said with a shrug. “But when you call me Ms. Park, it feels like I’m getting called to the principal’s office. You don’t have to be so formal; we’re friends.”

“Oh, y-yeah sure,” he said, the casual yet confident way she said ‘friends’ echoed in his mind. She was in favor of informality, it was a bit of a momentous first for him.

“You can call me Willow,” she said sweetly as she held his hand tighter. She sensed that they had this conversation once before. That it was meant to lead to a shift between them.

"Of course… Willow,” he said as though casting a caring spell. He said it softly like he always carried it with him and wanted to keep it safe high above the ground. Like it was the very air that filled his lungs.

The way he said her name triggered a memory.

Willow knew this boy wasn’t perfect, she knew whatever relationship that had once existed between them probably wasn’t perfect either. She knew it was complicated and confusing and would only get more so, but above and beyond all that she knew that while her mind could never retrieve the details of what they once were, her heart had managed to hold onto it for her. Willow hadn’t had the confidence to follow her gut in awhile, but when he said her name it felt the same safety it had when she had finally switched to the plant track.

It was a good kind of scary, a rush, a burst of light, a spark. A start. It had potential. So much could go right, so much could go wrong but either way it was destined to be so much of something.

How could Amity not see that? Surely when she had been in Willow’s mind she saw that! She must have known how much Hunter meant to her if she had been close enough to the memories involving him to-

“Hunter…”

“Yeah?”

“What if… I mean, you don’t think…”

“What?”

“Do you think Amity erased my memories of you on purpose?”

#huntlow #huntlow fanfiction #ask #anon #toh #the owl house

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King👑 x reader

An Unexpected encounter...Part 6

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

During his healing, King made sure not to get in Katakuri's way especially after their last encounter and spent his time with Y/N. He had to admit, it was nice being at her home and looking at things that she was interested in, he felt like he learned so much more about her. Each day, he fell deeper and deeper in love with her, no one had ever showed him such kindness other than Kaido but this was completely different. The way she tended to his wounds with gentle hands...scolding him when he didn't take his medication...sometimes he felt he did things on purpose just so that she would be more attentive towards him. It was selfish, he’d admit that much...but he couldn't help it. He had never felt so comfortable in his own skin that he didn't even feel that he required his mask anymore, she had that power to make him feel at home.

"...Y/N...let's sit out on the porch for a while...its so warm tonight", King said as he took their glasses of wine and headed outside.

She smiled a little and followed him, "...I love nights like this...", she said as she took a seat and sipped her wine.

He nodded in agreement, "...it's been a few weeks since I was brought here and I've fully healed...you know what that means, Y/N".

She frowned a little when he mentioned this because he knew all too well this conversation was going to be brought up. Katakuri never mentioned it and he wouldn't, she knew he wouldn't try to take away her happiness even if it was a thorn in his side. Her heart raced as she knew he would be saying he would be leaving soon, biting back the tears, she'd look to him and nod.

"I know, love...you need to go find him and your crew...I understand...I always have", she said gently as she reached out and held his hand.

He leaned down and kissed her hand gently before taking her glass of wine and putting it aside. He pulled her close to him and kissed her lips slowly before resting his forehead against hers.

"...come with me...", he said gently as he wrapped his arms around her waist, "...we can leave being pirates regardless if Kaido is alive or not...we could make our home in Skypeia...just us".

This surprised Y/N, she didn't think he would ask her to come with him but it was happening. Her heart raced as she listened to him, she did want a life with him. She loved him so much but there was a part of her that didn't want to go...

How she could leave Big Mom's pirates after all they did for her? How she could she leave Katakuri? The only family she ever had who protected her like she was their own.

She kissed him gently and hugged him tightly, "...I love you so much...but...", her voice trailed off as she nuzzled into him.

"...but you love him too", he whispered as he held her close to him. King already knew the relationship she had with Katakuri, he protected her like a big brother should even though she could hold her own, he understood why his was a difficult decision and he would not force her to do anything rash.

"...whatever you decide, I will support you....it is not the end of us...whether you are here and I am not...I will still come and see you as much as I can till we figure things out", King said with a smile as he kissed her cheek lovingly.

She buried her face into his neck and sighed softly as she needed to think about her decision that would completely change her life.

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A knock on his office door would get Katakuri's attention, he already knew it was Y/N, "...come in", he'd say gently as he continued to look at a map.

She walked in and closed the door behind her, "...hey".

He looked up at her, "...hm....you sound rather deflated than normal....what did he do?", he asked as he straightened and moved over to the front of his desk before leaning against it.

"...he didn't do anything but he is healed now and he's planning to leave in a few days", she said gently. She didn't maintain eye contact with him like she normally did and she seemed nervous...very unlike herself.

He frowned a little, "...I understand this is upsetting for you, Y/N...but don't rely on a man to make you happy...you will see him again, he loves you...and I will allow him to come back and see you if that is what you desire".

She pouted when he said that! She was a strong, independent woman who was just in love for the first time! And she had a lot on her mind, King wasn't the source of her happiness...not completely! Why'd he have to be right and annoying at the same time?!

"...he asked me to come with him", she blurted out. She wasn't sure how he was going to react but her eyes were already filling with tears.

Katakuri raised a brow slightly before crossing his arms across his chest, "...you're not going....", he said calmly, "...not permanently at least".

Y/N looked at him in shock and wanted to speak but she was silenced by his raised hand.

"...this will always be your home...you are always welcome to come back if things don't work out like you thought they would...and if you ever need anything or for me to just kick his ass....you call me and I will come", Katakuri said calmly.

At every word, Y/N was balling her eyes out, she didn't expect this at all...she knew what happened to Lola...and Chiffon...but those were not his decisions, they were Big Mom's.

He opened his arms and immediately Y/N ran to hug him tightly, crying into his chest as she clung onto him.

"...always so emotional, little bird....your fire on the back of your neck is going to burn my office down and melt me...", he said with a little smile before placing a kiss on her head.

She immediately put her fire off and continued to bury her face into his chest, "...you're the best person in this world...I'll never forget what you've done for me", she whimpered.

He gently rubbed her back as he tried to soothe her. It was difficult to make this decision but how could he deny her? She was in love...and with someone just like her. There was no way he could stand between them. Being the selfless person he was, all he wanted was for all those he cared for to be happy.

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Katakuri would make sure the couple had all they would need for their travels and would go to see them off.

“…a word before you head off, King”, he said calmly before gesturing for him to follow.

King nodded and followed him.

“…I leave Y/N in your care now…if at any point you feel that you can no longer handle her…make sure she is aware that she can come back home…even if you bring her here yourself…I would appreciate that”, he said calmly, “…she’s a good girl, you better take care of her and make sure you don’t upset her…or Mogura will find it’s way into your heart and I don’t mean that in a romantic way”.

King smiled a little in response, “…I understand and I will do my best to keep her happy…she is lucky to have you on her side…”.

“Be careful of the marines now that you both will be in the public eye…the world government are dangerous as you know…stay out of their line of view”, he said gently, “…and if you both need somewhere safe to go….Whole cake Island will welcome you both”.

King was surprised by this and offered his hand to Katakuri, “…thank you, Katakuri…I will never forget this”, he said sincerely.

He nodded and shook KIng’s hand, both maintaining eye contact with each other.

Katakuri would watch the two disappear into the skies before returning back to his duties.

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They would first go to Skypeia, since their last time there King had found a home for them and had been secretly preparing it to surprise her as they had plans to meet ever so often on the sky-land before everything when down on Onigashima.

He would land first at the house, placing their belongings and supplies down before waited for her.

“…whose house is this?”, she asked curiously as she looked at the house and then at King.

“…it’s ours…”, he said with a smile as he offered her his hand.

She raised her brows in response, “…ours? When did you have time to do all of this?”, she asked as she took his hand.

He pulled her close and then scooped her into his arms, bridal style before making his way to the door, “…after our last visit together…I couldn’t resist”.

She gripped him tightly as he carried her and cuddled into his chest as he walked through the door before looking around curiously. Their home was very much like King’s personality, elegant and mysterious…the complete opposite of hers. She’d have to change some of it to making it more of her space too.

“I love it…”, she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him some kisses.

He smiled happily at this, he wasn’t sure if she would but now he was relieved.

Over the next few days, Y/N worked on making their house a home while King tried to find any information on Kaido and his whereabouts.

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Katakuri’s DDM had rang a few times until he finally answered, “…yes?”.

“…hello to you too”, Y/N said with a little smile as she listened to her commander after being away from him for a few weeks.

“…Y/N…are you okay?”, he asked with urgency in his voice to find out if all was well.

“Yes, I’m perfectly fine and this is not an emergency…I just wanted to call you”, she said gently.

“…I see, so he is treating you well?”, he asked gently.

“Yeah, he’s gone out for groceries right now…”, she replied.

“…while you relax and talk to me…why am I not surprised this it would turn out this way”, he said with a roll of his eyes.

She couldn’t help but laugh in response, “Hey! He’s not a pirate anymore…he’s my house husband”, she said teasingly.

“Oh? Are you planning to marry?”, he asked out of curiosity.

“Well…if you’re living together and love each other…doesn’t that imply that we’re already kind of married just without a ceremony”, she said gently.

“…that’s true, never thought you’d be a wife…but here we are”, he chuckled.

She scoffed in response, “…you’re the worst, you know that!”.

Y/N heard him try to stop laughing and just glared at the DDM.

“…maybe I should come visit you soon”, he finally said which made Y/N brighten immediately.

“Yes! You should! It’s so beautiful here, you’d love it”, she said happily, clearly very excited by this.

“…so did he find anything out about Kaido?”, he asked gently.

“No, not yet…he’s hopeful though…they were close so I don’t blame him for not giving up just quite yet…”, she murmured.

“…we have, there is no point in searching anymore…”, Katakuri stated.

“What does that mean?”, she asked in surprise.

“…I am captain now”, he said simply.

Her jaw dropped at this, “Of course you are!! You’re the only one who could do this! Congratulations “, she said happily, practically bouncing in her seat.

He sighed softly as he wished she was back at his side, just having her there would take his mind of everything but he would never tell her this. She was no longer a pirate…she was a wife now.

“…I miss you so much”, she said exactly what he was thinking, “…I hope you’re eating more than just donuts too…they’re not good for your health”.

He smiled a little, “…we’ll see each other soon enough…I have to make sure your new home is up to standard…I have to go now…take care, Y/N and send my regards to King”.

Y/N smiled weakly, “I will…see you soon…”, she said gently before cutting the call.

“…looks like we’re going to be hosting a guest soon”, King said with a little smile as he leaned against the door frame.

She looked up at him and smiled, “…still stalking me as usual I see”, she said before walking over and hugged him tightly.

He chuckled and nuzzled her hair lovingly, “Feeling better?”, he asked gently as he rubbed her back slowly.

She frowned a little and gripped his shirt, “…yeah…much better”, she said knowing she had been thinking about Katakuri for a little while and King just knew what was going on.

“…good, let’s go make dinner…”, he said before tilting her head and gently kissing her lips.

“Deal…”, she whispered into the kiss.

(This chapter was a little emo for me and soooo cutesy!!! I loved it!!! 😭😭😭)

#ooc #one piece #king the wildfire #king one piece #beast pirates #king x reader #lunarian #fanfiction

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Hi there! Me again.

I’ve been rewatching Family Ties (thanks again for showing me where!) and noticed something about Alex’s character that i don’t care for/think you have touched upon.

What are your thoughts on his views of women?The advice he gave Jeff on his date with Mallory appalled me. Do you think it’s just a product of the time- how right leaning people were expected/did to treat women? Or is it something deeper? I don’t understand how he thinks this way after seeing how amazing Steven and Elyse are toward each other. (Even if the kids are disgusted every time they kiss lol)

I would love to hear your opinion!

Hello! Nice to hear from you again :)

Yeah, so, a lot of the words that come out of Alex's mouth regarding women are 😬😬😬

I can't recall the exact advice you're referring to, but I do know it's bonkers. Something about how women want a man to make all her decisions or something? Boss her around and take charge? It's honestly not only some of his worst advice, but I also think it's one of the more outrageous things he says in regards to women out of the whole series.

It's especially weird considering he's giving advice on how his sister should be treated by Jeff! And we know that, while Alex isn't always the nicest to Mallory, he loves her very much and wants to protect her. I mean, there's an entire first season episode centered around Alex losing his mind over Mallory going out with a guy who Alex doesn't like or trust. He's so worried about this guy taking advantage of Mallory and not treating her right, then he goes and gives bananas advice to Jeff. So...what's the deal?

Honestly, I don't know, lol. If I had to guess, there are probably several different factors at play that contribute to those moments Alex says Horrible Things.

1. He operates with a set of standards and values from way before his time. The thing is that Alex isn't even a product of his time—a lot of the opinions he holds would be considered outdated in the 80s by the majority of people, regardless of political leaning.

I can't for the life of me remember the episode or the exact quote, so I'm going to butcher it I'm sure, but there's a scene where Alex is lamenting how no one holds the same values he does, and he and Steven have an exchange like this:

Alex: "I should have been born in the 40s."

Steven: "Even then, you'd be a little conservative."

Alex: "The 1740s."

Steven: "....Even then, you'd be a little conservative."

It's something like that. If anyone knows what episode this is from or what the exact line is, lmk because it's one of my favorites.

2. Alex is an extreme black and white thinker. I think this is the number one trait of his that impacts him the most across the board. So many of his problems boil down to him just not seeing nuance. It's not that he's unwilling to. The guy just can't.

It makes Alex very rigid in his thoughts on things, and that absolutely spills over into situations like when he gives advice to Jeff or voices any other wild opinion. He's going to automatically go to the extremes because that's all he can wrap his head around. In a relationship, men should have all the control. They should make the decisions and say specific things and so on. It then leads him to make generalizations about women and their roles.

I think he also finds some security in these thoughts, honestly. Alex clings to facts and things that he feels are concrete and reliable. We also know that he has a very hard time processing and acknowledging his emotions. Putting people into two neat piles is comfortable for him, and anything that doesn't fit into either of those piles is too overwhelming. Alex's world needs rules for it to feel stable to him. Unfortunately, a lot of those rules are...not so great.

3. Shock-value: This is more about Alex the TV show character rather than the "real life" in-universe Alex Keaton, but still. A good deal of his character, especially in the earlier seasons, hinged on him saying or doing things that got a reaction from the audience. You can't have a show about ex-hippy, progressive parents without someone for them to knock heads against. The early episodes in particular seemed to really lean into this, and I feel like he gets toned down slightly as the series goes on? Don't get me wrong, it doesn't go away, but he does grow.

• The "Ladies Man" episode has him realizing that, while he may not support a particular movement, he absolutely respects the rights of the women in the movement. Him jumping up to defend the woman being heckled by a guy, and then his little speech to the women at the end are two of my favorite Alex moments.

• After a very difficult adjustment period when he gets a new job and learns his boss is a woman, Alex ends up really respecting her and becoming friends with her. (Wow, this ep is uncomfortable for the first half, though!)

• Ellen in particular has an impact on helping Alex to see those "in-between" areas, in my opinion. Some heart to hearts with Elyse help as well, and it's clear through the series that Alex loves and respects his mother a great deal.

Idk if this response was coherent, but there you go, haha. Alex is such a complicated character, and whenever I write about him, I feel like I'm trying to untangle a gigantic mess of yarn. But I do love him! Sometimes he is a menace, though!! He should, perhaps, simply keep his mouth shut a lot of the time.

(Also, Steven and Elyse don't discipline him ever, so it's partly their fault if we're being real here)

What? Who said that?

Thanks for the ask!

#asks #family ties #alex p keaton #apk

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Avatrice + postcards

Here you go, a little Switzerland era drabble:

“Bea, look! We should get one for Camila.” 

Ava grabs her arm and pulls her to a stop outside a little tourist shop, pointing excitedly at a stand outside and bouncing on her toes.

“Ava, we’re not on holiday,” Beatrice tries to keep the exasperation from her voice but getting anywhere on time with Ava by her side was becoming infuriatingly rare. Leaning in close, she adds in a whisper, “We’re in hiding.”

Beatrice doesn’t need to see Ava’s face to know the expression that will emerge, but she leans back to capture it fully regardless. In all honesty, her protestations have become nothing more than a facade. She finds herself enjoying the teasing, craving the little scoff that escapes Ava’s lips and the way her eyes roll with barely contained affection. The way Ava only looks like that for her.

“I know why we’re here, Bea. The amount of times you tackle me to the ground on a daily basis is enough to remind me of that. Not complaining, by the way.” Ava wiggles her eyebrows.

That’s another thing that has been occurring with evermore frequency. However, that is something Beatrice doesn’t yet know how to handle. As much as she might like to think, it isn’t unwelcome. The heat that rises to her cheeks, the quickening of her heart, the shallowness of breath. Sensations that had laid buried for years, pushed down and dormant, now feel as familiar as the goosebumps erupting along her skin.

This is the way Ava chooses to tease. Beatrice is yet to work out whether it is simply the way she is, or whether there is something intimate in the exchanges. Whether Ava purposefully looks for her reactions as Beatrice looks for hers.

But Ava never waits for a response to those types of remarks. Almost as soon as the words had left her lips and the connotations danced across her face, she turned back to the stand of postcards and started flicking through.

Her finger stops and she grasps a card, a delicate smile pulling at the corner of her mouth as she regards the landscape. “Look, this is the mountain where we train sometimes.”

Beatrice takes the card as Ava holds it out to her. “Yes, it’s pretty. I don’t know that it would mean much to Camila though. It could be anywhere really.”

“Oh no, that one’s for me, obviously.” Ava plucks the card back out of Beatrice’s hand.

“For you?”

Ava watches her for a moment, her dark eyes reflecting the sun like glass until she dips her head and fixes her gaze back on the little photograph. When she speaks next, it’s soft, the playfulness tucked away behind something deeper, “It’s been a long time since I’ve made memories I want to keep.”

#warrior nun #warrior nun fic #avatrice #writing prompt #drabble #ficlet

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request! for the secret dating au heheheheh: elain finding her dream engagement ring on pinterest and showing it to azriel as a joke (or him seeing it on accident) and then him proposing with it months later 🥰🥰🥰?????

Thank you so much for sending this prompt! I hope you like where I took it, and I think it fits in nicely for day six of Azriel Week: wishes for the future 🥰

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Azriel cracked open his eyes slowly, letting them gradually adjust to the buttery morning light streaming in from behind his blinds. Instinctively reaching out in the direction he knew his girlfriend would be, his fingers explored the rumpled sheets, the stirring in his chest settling contentedly as he finally located her smooth curves. Grazing his palm along her waist, yearning for the contact of her skin in the morning, he tugged her body across the sheets toward him. Rolling onto his side, he wound his thick arms around her middle, enveloping her snuggly into the cradle of his chest.

Elain’s hair was a wild tangle of curls, her thick mane tickling his face as he buried himself deeper in the golden tresses, breathing her familiar jasmine shampoo into his lungs.

“Morning, peanut butt,” Azriel murmured sleepily.

Elain, snorted at the nickname. Always with the ridiculous nicknames. “Morning, water weasel,” she replied.

Azriel huffed a laugh, his breath warm on her neck. “Water weasel?”

“Ahuh, I like them. They zoom about, making everything wet,” she answered slyly, distractedly scrolling through her phone.

A wicked grin bloomed across his face. “They sure do…” Azriel purred, his hands spreading low on her belly as he pulled her body more solidly into his front.

Elain shook with silent laughter.

“Mmm what are you looking at so early in the morning,” he croaked, his voice still warming up.

“Just scrolling the socials.”

“Oh yeah? Anything interesting?”

“Feyre and Rhys just got to Paris.”

Azriel hummed absentmindedly behind her, his hands exploring the soft skin of her belly beneath the oversized t-shirt she wore to bed. One of his.

He gazed over her slim shoulder as Elain closed out of Instagram and opened Pinterest. Heavy-lidded hazel eyes inattentively watched as she scrolled around, pinning a few images to her collections, as he continued lazily stroking at her curves.

A few moments of comfortable silence passed before he heard a little involuntary gasp escape her lips. Glancing at her screen to see what had caught her attention, he noticed she had come across the image of an engagement ring.

It was simple. Elegant and understated, just like Elain. It had a light, rose gold band, so fine and dainty that he knew it would look perfect on her elegant finger. And crowned in the middle, was a single, solitaire oval diamond.  

Hovering over it for a moment, her finger lingering at the edge of the screen, he watched her pause before eventually scrolling past.

Curious, Azriel asked, “Not worthy of your standards?”

“Hmm?” She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, not realising that he had been viewing her screen too.

“The ring,” he nodded toward her phone. “You didn’t like it?”

“No, it’s not that. It was absolutely stunning.”

“Why no little red heart then?”

She laughed, a blush creeping up her cheeks. “Oh, no reason. I just… don’t really let myself think about that stuff.”

Azriel pressed a quick kiss to her shoulder blade. “What stuff?”

“You know. Engagement rings, marriage…”

“You don’t want to get married?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to. I just… don’t need it. I mean sure, the idea of promising yourself to one person forever and wearing a beautiful ring as a symbol of that vow is nice and all… but I’d rather have someone’s complete trust and loyalty, regardless of a piece of jewellery.”

He knew Elain came from a somewhat unconventional family. Her own parents’ marriage hadn’t been a particularly healthy one, and as a result, marriage wasn’t a constitution any of the Archeron girls seemed to be particularly concerned with. Having spent considerable time with Elain and her sisters since Rhys had introduced them, it seemed evident that the scars of their parents’ ineptitude had left each of their daughters with slightly varying desires within their own lives.

“What if you were offered both?”

A little huff of a chuckle left her throat. “Well, that’s best-case scenario now, isn’t it?”

Azriel hummed again, his hands now roving down to explore the soft flesh of her hips and thighs, his scars scraping deliciously along her creamy skin. She was always so soft in his arms, so perfectly warm and welcoming. Her body melding seamlessly against his, ensuring they fit together like two halves of a whole.

Trying to ignore his thundering heart and appear as nonchalant as possible, he asked, “If I asked you to marry me, would you say yes?”

He’d decided long ago that he was going to marry this girl. This smart, wickedly funny, kind-hearted girl. He’d be an absolute idiot not to. He just needed to find the perfect moment to give her the ring. The one that was currently hidden deep in his underwear drawer, almost identical to the one she had gasped over just moments before. He’d purchased it not long ago, having commissioned a jeweller to custom make the perfect ring he thought would feel like Elain. She deserved something that was truly hers. That fit her personality perfectly.

Initially, he’d had absolutely no idea there was so much to consider when it came to diamonds. But he’d become a damn near expert throughout the process. Apparently, the weight of carats wasn’t nearly as important as the clarity grade and colour rating. Never in his life would he have thought that he would care so much about jewellery or designing the perfect piece to gift the woman he loved. But, throughout the process, he’d realised that creating something that may seem ordinary, but have the true depth of its beauty revealed if you knew where to look, was exactly what Elain would appreciate. A thing of secret, lovely beauty.

He wasn’t in a rush to marry her, but he knew without a shadow of a doubt that it was only ever going to be Elain for him. So, he had gone and put plans in place, so when the time came, he could make it happen.

Elain chuckled, thinking nothing of his question. They hadn’t even been dating for a year after all, and they still hadn’t told their family or friends they were together. Although they suspected some of them were starting to catch on…

“Have I ever managed to say no to you yet?”

Azriel hummed seductively, kissing her just behind her ear where she had a little beauty mark. He wondered if she knew of its existence. Azriel would happily spend all day mapping the constellation of freckles across her skin, trace each one with his mouth and tongue.

Elain threw her phone off to the side, inhaling deeply and angling her head to give him better access to her throat.

“I suppose not. Please don’t start now,” he whispered against the skin of her neck, his lips brushing her fluttering pulse.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” she uttered, rolling onto her back and getting into a better position to capture Azriel’s lips with hers.

Threading her fingers into his hair, she slanted her lips across his and kissed him deeply, slowly. Languidly tasting every corner of his mouth, exploring with her tongue and lips. Azriel groaned, rolling onto his front and settling between her thighs, deepening the kiss.

Soon, so fucking soon, he’d ask Elain Archeron to marry him.

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@azrielshadowsingerweek

#fic request #secret dating modern au #azrielshadowsingerweek2022 #day six: wishes for the future #azriel #elriel fic #elriel #t writes #elriel fanfiction #prompt fill #azriel week 2022 #azriel fanfic #acotar #acotar fanfiction

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Fanwork creators self rec! When you get this, reply with your five favorite fics/art/podfics/etc. that you've made, then pass on to others. Let’s spread the self-love 🌼

(No pressure if you don't want to though!)

Star, thank you so much for sending me this! Delighted to be included and honored to be asked! While I don’t have a ton of fics out there (and some of my favorite parts of them aren’t even public yet) I think we can pick out five I really love. And I’ll encourage all of you to share works that you love from your own libraries! Please share, I wanna see what brings you joy!

Raindrops and References

If you thought I wasn’t gonna include this one, you had another thing coming Star. XD One, thank you for letting me explore your world through my own lens, and two, thank you for your kind words. I wrote this fic when I was just getting back into writing, and it was an early step in learning to write for my own enjoyment after having been expected to create for others for years. It was satisfying and fun for me, and I’m glad it’s been that for you and so many others as well. I still get emails of people leaving a Kudos on this from time to time, it’s wild. X’’’D Sometimes you give a gift and get an unexpected one in return. I’m still glad I wrote this, it made a positive difference.

Trapped in His Web

I don’t know if this one is still canon to Step Right Up, but regardless, I’m still honored to be a part of @bertrumstrousers wonderful circus world. Thanks for letting me write for Jacob and the make-up and costume department Giandark, it’s a treat and I love them so much. It was such a good time getting into Jacob’s head and Bertrum’s, and the horror and transformation elements of this story brought me so much joy. 

The Kraken’s Labyrinth

One day I will pick this up again, now that I have a clearer idea of what to do with it (thanks Audrey). XD It was inevitable that I was gonna put Bendy and merfolk together, with a little sprinkling of Samsie, but I didn’t expect how much joy this was gonna bring to the table. Still love this world a lot.

Searching the Depths - The Heart of the Studio

Ah yes, my “magnum opus” fic. Of course I have this as a favorite. XD I have a lot of fun working with the entire Bendy cast and my silly little OCs. I’m letting myself learn to just let go and have fun, and this fic continues to teach me everyday what I want in a story. It means so much that you guys have loved Bella and co, thank you. <3

Richard the Keeper - The Studies of 214

My most recent fic and a surprisingly strong source of brainrot as of late. If you like witty banter, unethical science, and Bendy levels of shenanigans, highly recommend this one! It’s got three chapters now with a focus on Richard, a keeper, running experiments to unlock the secrets of how the ink works, with the help of Bella, his prisoner and one of our cyclebreaker protagonists. Richard and Bella have such a fun dynamic, Sammy has been a delight to write in this one, and Wilson? Oh he’s horrible, I love writing him too. XD Please get me to talk about this one more, I’m having a blast with it. 

Honorable Mention: 

The Role I Was Made For

Not so much a fic as it is an audio skit! This started out as a dialogue test to see if I could voice Audrey and a cartoon Bendy (I blame Erin Lehn for putting the question out to the community of what Baby Benders might sound like, that’s what sparked this). It turned into a much deeper script about what makes a Bendy, and how Bendy and Audrey feel about who they are. It needs some heavy editing, but it’s one of the best scripts I’ve written in a long time. I’d say I like it just as much as Break Time, and another collaborative skit that hasn’t come out yet. Stay tuned, your girl got to co-write something awesome and perform as a very animated Susie Campbell, I look forward to when that’s ready to be heard. XD

Here’s sending you all the good vibes! Go take some time to reflect on what you love about your work, it’s very rewarding.

#bendy fanfic #favorite fanfics #bendy fanfiction #askbox

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Partager 2

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“You know, if you ever wanted to be with someone else, I’d be okay with it.”

She shifts her body abruptly, moving from her side to her back so she can see his face. The blissed-out haze of her post-sex afterglow fades, and she regards him with alarm and confusion. 

“What are you talking about?” she asks sharply. 

They’d just been spooning, his cock sliding along the front wall of her pussy and his fingers swirling around her clit while she told him about the first time she’d ever had anal sex. He’d begged her for every sordid detail: how big was Daniel’s cock? Did he play with her ass first to warm her up? Did it hurt? Did she come? Six or seven times now they’ve done this, and she’s become more and more secure in the fact that he’s not asking her to hurt him. She’s never felt his dick get as hard as it does when she’s telling him about her prior conquests. The more she enjoyed the encounter, the more he enjoys hearing about it. 

“I don’t mean a relationship,” he clarifies, putting his hand on her hip and tugging her closer. “I just mean sex.”

Her eyebrows furrow even deeper, a look of incredulity on her face. 

“I don’t want to have sex with other people, Mulder,” she says plainly, and he sighs, pondering. Her heart stutters and starts to pound, and she suddenly feels like she’s been led to this very moment for reasons that make her feel sick. “Do you want to have sex with other people?” she asks, afraid of the answer but knowing that she can’t continue on without it. 

His face falls and he says, “No,” so emphatically it almost sounds like he’s shouting. “Not at all. It didn’t even cross my mind that you might take it that way, I’m sorry,” he says, brushing his thumb over her hip bone with a pained look on his face. 

“Then why would you say that?” she asks, softening. “I’m very satisfied with our sex life, if that’s something you worry about,” she offers. 

“No, I don’t worry about that,” he says with a smirk. “It’s actually—it’s very selfish, and I probably shouldn’t even have brought it up.”

“What’s selfish? I feel like you’re talking in circles around something,” she says gently, scraping her fingernails over his forearm. 

“You, with someone else—” he starts, then pauses and drags his bottom lip between his teeth. “Not just in the past, Scully. The idea of that now…fuck. I might get hard again just thinking about it.”

Something between fear and disgust churns in her belly. 

“You want me to cheat on you?” she asks, a bit more judgment in her voice than she intended. 

Mulder meets her eye and holds it, stoic and vulnerable. 

“It’s not cheating if I know about it. If I want you to do it,” he says levelly. 

She feels a fight or flight response kicking in. She wants to tell him no, tell him that it’s insane and offensive. He wants to lend her out like a library book? Like a whore? But she knows him, knows his heart and how deeply protective of her he is. The two ideas are so in conflict with one another that curiosity wins out.

“Why would you want that?” she asks, rolling to her side to face him. 

“It’s hard to explain,” he tells her, draping his arm over her waist. 

She snuggles closer to him, tucking her head under his chin so he won’t have to look at her while he talks. Their physical closeness makes it feel less threatening: regardless of what he says about these fantasies of his, he is right here, with her, in the safety of their bed. 

“Try me,” she says lightly, giving him a squeeze. 

“You’re so incredible,” he says, trailing his fingers over her bare back. “You’re so beautiful, and smart, and sexy.”

“Go on,” she says wryly, smiling against his skin. 

“And you’re mine, which still feels a bit miraculous, to be honest.” She waits while he works out the next part, letting the warmth of his compliments wash over her. “This is going to sound like I think of you as a possession, which I don’t, but I guess it’s kind of like if I had a really, really nice car.”

“Okay….” she says in a warning tone. 

“I know,” he tells her, “bear with me. Say I had a Bugatti, which is arguably the nicest, most expensive car you can buy. I might enjoy letting other people drive it, knowing that at the end of the day, it’s mine. I might get pleasure from seeing how much other people enjoy driving it, because I’m proud of it. Fuck, this sounds awful, doesn’t it?”

“I can’t say that I enjoy being compared to a car,” she agrees. 

“I don’t think of you that way, Scully, I think you know that. It’s just the only way I can explain it. I love seeing you enjoying sex, and I guess I enjoy that even if the sex isn’t with me. If you want me to drop this and never mention it again, I will. I just—I’ve been thinking about it for a long time and I wanted to tell you. And I have, so I guess that’s it.”

They are quiet for a very, very long time. Scully thinks about the nature of monogamy, the agreement between two parties that they will only engage in emotional and sexual intimacy with each other. That agreement doesn’t mean that you don’t experience sexual attraction or even desire for other people, just that you don’t act on it. She tries to let herself imagine a situation in which having sex with someone else would not only be permissible, but welcome. Immediately, she feels a twist of guilt. 

“Thank you for telling me,” she says, breaking the pin-drop quiet of the room.

She’s given him his answer. He doesn’t ask about it again. 

-

She steps through the door of the unremarkable house feeling excited and afraid. It’s been months since they discussed it, and though she’s continued to indulge him in lurid conversations while they fuck, he’s never asked again about bringing his fantasy to life. He likely has no idea that she thinks about it regularly, has played it out in her head hundreds of times, that the sick, guilty feelings have subsided into something curious. 

He likely has no idea that she’s indulged in some harmless flirting, a practice that typically falls outside the bounds of what she considers appropriate behavior for a woman in a committed relationship. He likely has no idea that she’s closed her eyes while he was inside her and imagined that he was someone else, and that the real Mulder was in the next room, listening. 

After a good meal, a hot bath, and a few glasses of wine, they sit on either end of the couch, their legs stretched out side by side. The nervous flutter in her belly is dulled by alcohol, but it still takes every ounce of courage in her body to say the words out loud. She realizes now how much courage it took for him to bring it up in the first place, and is retroactively proud that he did. 

“I met someone at work,” she says casually, swirling her glass and watching the legs of the wine slide down slowly. 

“Oh yeah?” he asks, picking up her foot and squeezing it. “New doctor?”

“No,” she corrects him, “a nurse. A traveling nurse, actually. He’s on a sixteen week contract.”

Mulder’s hands still briefly, but he quickly starts up again. 

“He?” he clarifies, and she nods, not looking at his face. “What’s his name?”

“Bradley,” she supplies, her voice catching. 

“What does he look like?”

Scully licks her lips, bringing forth the image of Bradley in her mind. Slightly taller than Mulder, mid-thirties, dirty blond hair and a square jaw. Warm brown eyes and a broad smile. Tight little ass, firm body under his form-fitting scrubs. 

“Tall. Blond,” she says flatly, and she can feel him smirking. 

“You find him attractive?” he asks, his thumb pressing firmly into the arch of her foot. 

She flicks her eyes up to his face and finds a dark, lustful look in his eyes. It’s a look she knows well. 

“Yes,” she says quietly. 

Mulder hums, setting her foot in his lap while he works the ball of it. She feels the bulge of his erection against her heel, and a spark of arousal lights up in her cunt. 

“What would you want me to do with him?” she asks. This is his game, after all. She needs him to make the rules. 

He considers her for a moment, gauging her interest in this. She drains her wine glass and sets it on the coffee table, then drapes the leg of the foot that is not in his lap off the side of the couch. She holds his eye, lips slightly parted. She invites him to indulge. 

“Well, you’d have to start with kissing. Touching,” he says, watching her face. “Can’t rush right to the main event.”

“Uh huh,” she encourages him, resting one hand on her belly. 

“But, um…I think I’d probably want you to suck his dick, if you’d be okay with that. You’re so fucking good at it.”

The mix of emotions and sensations in her body is disorienting. Her cunt is watering, she can feel that without touching it. But the idea of doing that with someone else sets off alarm bells. Betrayal. Irreparable harm. Infidelity. 

“You’d want me to do that?” she asks, slipping her fingers under the waist of her pants. Mulder nods, rubbing her foot against his erection. “And then what?”

“Maybe he’d eat your pussy, if he’s any good at it. Does he seem like he’d be good at it?”

She pictures Bradley leaning over the reception desk, leering at her around a computer monitor. She hears the deferential way he calls her Dr. Scully and never Dana like the rest of the nursing staff. He reminds her of Mulder, in a way. 

“Yes,” she answers, and he hums. 

“I’d want you to fuck him, but how is up to you. I’d want you to enjoy yourself,” he says. He drops his eyes to her stomach, to her wandering hand. He lifts his eyebrows in encouragement, and she slips it under her pants and then her panties, settling over the syrupy slit of her cunt. “Tell me,” he requests. 

“I think,” she begins, her middle finger exploring, “that I’d want to be on top.”

Mulder nods, reaching into his sweat pants and pulling his erection free. He doesn’t touch it, just lets it rest against his belly impatiently. 

“I love the way your tits bounce when you’re on top,” he says, his eyes on her crotch, on the movement of her hand under cotton. “You look amazing when you’re fucking me like that. I bet he’d like that.”

A swell of arousal, a throb in her clit. She stands abruptly, stripping off her pants and underwear. Mulder shoves his sweats down to his knees and shifts so he’s sitting face-forward on the middle cushion. In a matter of seconds, she’s sunk down on his cock and begins fucking him in earnest. He pulls off her sweater and cups her breasts in his hands, delivering wet kisses to each of her nipples before he sits back and watches them bounce inches from his face. 

“You’d want me to do this with him?” she asks, breathless, and he nods vigorously. 

“You feel so good. He’d fucking love it,” he says tightly, his hips popping up to try and get deeper, though every inch of him is inside her. 

“Oh my god, I’m gonna come,” she whimpers, surprised that it’s happening so fast. 

“Yes, I want you to come. I want you to feel good.” His hands are on her hips, slamming her down against him forcefully. “Would you let him come inside you?”

She’s already gone, crumpling against him as waves of release course through her. Mulder grunts, lifting her ass up with both hands and fucking her from his inferior position. He groans and she feels him swell inside her, then the wet slick of both of their orgasms pooling around the base of his cock. 

She lays her head on his shoulder, and his arms wrap around her back. They relish in it for minutes, until finally she sits up and gives him a quizzical look. 

“You would want someone else to ejaculate inside me?” she asks, and his mouth quirks at her use of a medically accurate term, something he’s worked hard to break her of. 

“That would be your choice, of course. It’s your body, it would be your risk to take. I’d never ask you to do that,” he says, brushing her hair behind her shoulders. 

“But you’d like it?” she counters, and he shrugs noncommittally. She infers that the answer is yes. 

“Sixteen week contract, then he’s gone?” Mulder asks, and she feels a flood of heat to her cheeks. 

“Yes. But that doesn’t mean—”

“I know,” he interrupts. “I’d never pressure you. You mentioned it, so I asked.”

“Okay,” she says, a smile creeping onto her mouth. 

They haven’t done anything other than talk, but already it feels incredibly transgressive and naughty. Things she knows herself to be drawn to. 

“You’re my girl,” he says, a question and a statement. 

She leans forward, kissing him once, twice, three times. 

“Always.”

#the x files #xf fic #xf fanfic #xfiles #x files fanfic

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part 4

Okay, so the next part is a very heavily, basically remade, chapter, so I'm gonna warn you now that it might be a bit late and a little less polished. Kinda like this chapter is a little rougher than the others, but it's at least not a massive change like the next one lol. I hope you enjoy it regardless tho!

CW: Monsterfucking, groping or heavy petting, another example of my weird streak of blue-balling Ryomina lololol. It's just a spicier chapter tho.

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I should apologize. Was the primary thought running circles through Minato's head as he stood under the cold rainfall and let the shower cool the desire in his blood.

How should I apologize though? Suck his dick? He mused when he finally stepped out to dry off. Continuing to think, Though, maybe sex isn't a good apology. He might not be as much of a whore as I am. While pulling the only article of clothing he had on hand back over his head and padded back to his bed. Only for finding sleep to be far more challenging than it had been that morning.

That same siren call that had almost been inescapable the past few days had left him without even a note to remember it by. Leaving the shaggy-haired sacrifice to simmer in the lingering flames of his desire. With only the conspiratorial whispers of, How big is he, though? Ryoji seems like he'd be pretty well hung. Would he bottom if we fucked? Would we cuddle after? to keep him company until he redirected himself away from those topics.

      "I need to stop this shit." He muttered, the sound of his voice seeming to silence his thoughts while he lay with his arm over his eyes. "I only have, like, four days here before I'm completely at Thanatos' mercy. I can't afford to go wading into someone else's sexual awakening. I need to..." His voice petered out before he could even finish thinking the words.

Need to what? What is there for me to need? My casket? He asked himself, his voice falling as silent as the thoughts in his head at the question. Would it be bad to stay here? I don't suppose it's exactly normal to let a god whisk you off to wherever he pleases. He mused, even though the rational point didn't seem to penetrate deeper than the surface. Even with the risk of that unknown place being his death, the anxiety it stirred up was little more than the flicker of a faulty lighter in his gut.

The more uncomfortable thoughts came instead from his earlier musings. The god of death apparently wants me happy. That's what Ryoji said, and if that's true then whatever comes after this place isn't bad. A fair point. But, sticking around here would mean Ryoji would be hovering around more. A far more melancholy point, torn between disgusting the sacrifice and...comforting? Exciting him? He couldn't tell. Either way it leaned though, the feeling was further enhanced by the stone dropped next. What other options do I have?

And it just sat there in his gut. A heavy, souring thought that extinguished whatever weak sparks that broken lighter could ignite in him. Where else could Minato go? For the last eight years of his childhood, he'd had his extended family to house him, but the thought of returning to that town was too big of a deterrent for even his kindest relatives' mercies to soothe. Where did that leave him? The option to stay put until he was likely sent into the afterlife, or homeless, jobless, and lost in a new place. So, by that reality, he would be stupid to go running off.

So, Minato sighed, pressing his arm into his eyes as if that could quiet the debate. Ryoji's not even that big of an issue. He told himself, It's his job to keep me here and to keep me happy. He feels nothing for me, I feel nothing for him, and it can stay like that. And, with a decisive turn onto his side, the boy put the topic to bed. He'd stay and see how things play out.

Minato only realized he'd fallen asleep when he felt someone's hand ghost over his hip. The odd feeling fishing him out of the dreamless dark and back into a hazy, silver-lit version of his room.

Yet, as the sacrifice woke up, he could recognize that haze as his bed's curtains drawn closed, and the silver glow of his room due to the gentle light of the moon taking the place of the sun's.

        "Ryoji?..." He mumbled into the empty air. Looking around for the god's assistant in the assumption that he'd taken him up on his earlier offer. Only to find that his night-drenched room was empty outside of himself. Not even a figure in the bed beside him to explain the sensation.

So, chocking it up to something he'd dreamt up, Minato laid back down and tried to go back to sleep. Only for his eyes to fly open at the vivid feeling of someone's hand skimming over his ankle and up his leg. Going until it slid beneath the edge of his skirt to stop at his hip.

      "Thanatos?" He tried, doing his best to look down at the foot of the bed without moving too much. But, that didn't matter because all he found was empty darkness at his feet.

Yet, the lack of an explanation didn't erase the lingering warmth of a spectral hand on his hip. Something was definitely in the bed with him.

        "Thanatos, is that you or not?" He asked, doing his best to push through the haze of exhilaration to try and be firm. But, the only answer he got was a hand stroking his cheek before gently moving the sacrifice onto his back.

Shouldn't I be concerned about this? Minato asked himself. Looking up at the roof as he let the assumed god's invisible fingers explore his body. The gentle touches to his thighs and hips stirring up those sparks he'd tamped out earlier. No. This is okay. He told himself, letting out a shakey breath as he thought.

Relaxing into the deity's touch, Minato closed his eyes and tried to track Thanatos' hands on his skin. Moving as if his plain dress wasn't there. Following them down his thighs to his knees, only to trail their way back up to his hips. Where they toyed with the waistband of his boxers, but didn't remove the annoying barrier. Instead, the nimble fingers of the god only dipped beneath the elastic. the gentle sting of his claws against Minato's skin making the sacrifice shudder before Thanatos moved on to skimming over the man's abdominals and up his ribs. Deliberate and slow in their movements.

Would it be rude to snap at a god to hurry up? Minato mused as he simmered in the gently building soup of need and thrill. If it's not Ryoji, then probably. As a sacrifice, I guess I'm expected to be submissive in this situation. The thought blurred by the bolt of heat that shot through Minato's core. A heat sent off by the simple feeling of tentative fingers gliding over his erection. If this IS Ryoji though, snapping at him would likely scare him off again. Either way, it's best to keep my mouth shut. He finished. The logic more than rushed under the desperation that single touch stirred up. Yet, a lot of reasoning was shoved aside in favor of trapping Thanatos' hand against his erection.

Yet, much to Minato's disappointment, Thanatos' warm touches were quick to fade. Stranding the sacrifice in a wildfire of needs despite the aggressive consent he was giving.

       "Oh fuck you!" He snarled into the empty shadows. His grey eyes opening to glare around in the darkness, but his only answer was a whisper of laughter that only stoked that frustration higher.

So, partly out of spite, and partly out of some urge to lure his god back, the sacrifice sighed and slid his own hand beneath his skirt to give himself that last push of friction and heat. Even if the flood of euphoria did little to scratch the deeper itch.

Jesus, has it actually been that long since I've gotten off? Minato asked, lifting his hand to look at the mess of warm goo that had splattered onto him before getting up to wash. God it has. He realized I can't remember the last time I willingly socialized with someone, so it's been a hot while since I've screwed someone. Which, stoked the embers of irritation in his gut.

With the heat of lust mixing with irritation beneath his skin, sleep was a futile pursuit. So, the midnight-haired man instead went downstairs to the kitchen. Standing before the stove like a zombie, watching his sandwich cook by the time he heard Ryoji sit at the island.

        "So, uh...have you slept at all?" He asked, Minato not needing to see the pink hue on the man's cheeks to hear the awkwardness in his words.       "Thanatos is a fucking prick."

Silence. Nothing but the sizzle of Minato's sandwich in the pan between them.

      "Uh, out of curiosity, how is Thanatos a prick? Because you're not allowed to go outside without me?" The brunette finally asked, breaking the silence while the sacrifice flipped his sandwich.

      "No, not for that. It's just that..." He sighed, mulling over how to phrase it to not make Ryoji squirm. "If I'm supposed to be his spouse and not you, Thanatos is an asshole." And Ryoji cackled at that. The sound making the shaggy-haired male jump with how sudden and ugly it was.

       "The god of death is an asshole spouse? H-how?" The brunette asked, biting back more giggles before his mirth abruptly dropped. "Oh god, is he abusive? If he is, I am so fucking sorry for laughing..."

       "If you thought he was abusive, why did you laugh?" Minato asked, looking over his shoulder at the brunette with a raised eyebrow and a dry voice. Seeing the way Ryoji wilted,

      "I'm sorry, that was rude. I thought of a joke that I was laughing at before the abuse thought came up, y'know? Does that make sense?" And Minato sighed, turning back to plate his food.

       "You're fine, Ryoji. And no, Thanatos hasn't abused me."

With that, Minato moved to sit at the island across from Ryoji. Neither acknowledging the elephant in the room while the boy ate and the brunette studied the dark marble of the countertop.

       "so, uh, there any constructive criticism you want me to pass on? Because, as his helper, I have that power." He offered to break the silence once more, which made the man snort.

      "You're a pussy and you need to fuck me or not. Enough of the touch-and-go shit." Minato told him bluntly. Biting into his sandwich as he watched Ryoji blink at him.

      "Hold on, I'm lost. Are you generally calling me a pussy, or are you implying I'm somehow Thanatos, and thus an asshole of a husband to you?" He finally asked, giving a breath of a laugh that he caught before it could escalate.

      "Both."

      "Both?! First, I'm not going to apologize for not knowing how to go about having sex with a man." The assistant began, making Minato snort, "Second, if I was Thanatos, why would I pretend to be a normal ass person? You'd be unable to stop whatever I do, I'd have zero reason to lie to you."

      "I mean, it being a part of some sick game is the explanation I've been going with. And also, gay sex is worlds easier than hetero sex, so what's confusing there?" Ryoji let his head hang back. Staring at the ceiling while letting Minato's counter sink in. All while the blue-haired emo chomped through his sandwich to hide his grin.

       "Funeral lily," Ryoji finally sighed. Lowering his gaze to look at the man as he continued, "If I told you, right now, that I was Thanatos, what would you even do? Be honest." Minato shrugged at the question,       "I've called you a pussy to your face. I don't fear death." Adding, "Also, you aren't exactly an intimidating figure, so forgive me for not cowering."       "First, ow. Second, how the hell do you not fear death? Everything fears dying! Hell, even I fear death and I'm his assistant!" Again, all Minato did was shrug. Opting out of explaining his sordid past in favor of explaining,       "I just don't." As if that was a satisfying answer. So, Ryoji changed the topic.       "Why do you think you're meant to be his spouse, anyway? Not that I would blame him for taking you as a bride, but the risk of necrophilia would be a bit of a turn-off for you. Or, at least, I'd hope." And while the attempt at a joke made Minato's eyes roll, he did at least explain that time.        "I mean, what other reasons would a god take a sacrifice for? if I was dinner, I'd be eaten already, and he has you for a dog. So, if I'm not here to play 'wife', why am I here?"        "Garden fertilizer."        "It's fucking winter, you dumbass." Regardless of his snap, Ryoji still giggled.

Though, when he finally got his dark amusement under control, he was back to his questions.        "What even brought this on? Like, you cooking at 4 am and declaring Thanatos an asshole, not the sacrifice stuff." He asked, and once again, Minato had to think of whether Ryoji would get uncomfortable if he told him the entire truth. He deserves to be fucked with. As payment for making me laugh, the bastard. So, he answered with,          "Thanatos paid me a visit." Vague enough to bring an annoyed glint to those pools of blue. Good.          "Oh, that's rather new. He usually doesn't come to see the sacrifices until he collects them." Was Ryoji's counter. As if he knew that would stir up disgusting butterflies and a zip of childish 'I'm special' excitement. "You must've piqued his interest somehow."

Minato stood up, leaving his sandwich half eaten on the island as he marched out in an almost offended huff. I pique the god of death's interest, fucking great. He internally grumbled, the words stinging him like a cross would a vampire.

Though, the possibility of earning more time to live did do more for the shaggy-haired sacrifice than turn his stomach. It also chose Minato's course of action in the time it took for him to leave Ryoji's line of sight on his path back to his room. If I'm not taken to whatever afterlife is waiting for me in four days, I'm getting the hell out of here.

#Winter is a lovely season for romance and funerals #RyoMina #Ryoji Mochizuki x Minato Arisato #MinaRyoji #persona 3 #au #Ryoji Mochizuki x Makoto Yuuki #persona 3 au #fanfiction #passion project #Ryoji Mochizuki x male!persona 3 protagonist #not sfw #lemon #spicy

[kylosbreedingkink]

Ugh thinking about how insidious it would be to have the voice of someone who doesn't have my best interests at heart in my head permanently from childhood, acting like my friend, commenting on everything I am taught, altering my views with small manipulations continuously through life. Someone who knows me better than even my own mother.

And being so used to it that it would seem normal. Harmless. What do you mean you don't have someone else talking in your head to you?

And then as an adult, that voice is still there, but now it is mean and cruel after being a friend for so long. Just accepting that as this voice knows you, it's still the closest friend you've ever had. Will ever had.

Not even realising how this voice has shaped you and who you are and how you think and react to everything you face in life. How whatever way you were raised and however much your parents loved you, they were never there for you like the voice was. They never knew just what to say at just the right time. They didn't play on your insecurities and fears to dig in deeper, to create more of a dependency.

All of that and just thinking it's normal. Not realising how the voice has fucked up your life so majorly. Never quite coming to terms with that fact that the voice just wanted to use you for their own gains. Because that voice is your friend, that voice is the only thing that has been there for you since you can remember. That voice is the only friend you still have, regardless of how they hurt you physically.

#kylo ren #kylo meta #the whole snoke and kylo relationship is so overlooked #doesnt matter how old kylo is he was still raised partly/mostly by snoke and palpatine #no matter what way you look at it #what defence does a child have against a voice in their head #and why as he got older would he shut snoke out when snoke has framed himself as his friend #and had been there for him when so many others weren't?

[shapa-likes-art]

back with more questions for the supervillain because god im hyperfixating on this au rn dhhdkjskh

You probably answered this one before but I forgot :,)) how does virgil figure it out? is it like over time or suddenly all the pieces snap together

Could you elaborate more on roman's nanobots?? the concept of it is so cool omg

If Logan was in this au (I know you and skye mentioned if he was he'd be like some sort of agent after Roman), how would he try and discover the Phantom? Like just any overall elaboration?

Does Roman have somewhere specific where he tortures and murders his victims? Is it in his lair?

Since Roman is powerless, does he use any weapons aside from his disguised gadgets/knives? Like guns or stuff like that?

Considering he goes for corrupt business owners and rich people etc, do many heroes still go after him regardless of that? Or is he more like an anti-hero rather than a supervillain?

If he does manage to take over the Cardenia (if that is one of his goals), what does/would he do?

again you dont have to answer all of them if its too many! im just really interested in it sm 😭😭

No problem 🫡

I will answer these to the best of my abilities <3.

1. Virgil figures it out and had been picking up on small little things but the main thing that makes things click is Roman's voice. You see When Roman's the phantom his voice is deeper, tougher, and incredibly filled to the brim with manic murder and bloodthirst. He talks like everything is a game. Roman as himself is soft and buttery smooth, Very proper and charming while retaining a calculative-ness to it. When Roman does his phantom voice once, everything immediately snaps into place.

2. Have I mentioned that Roman studied abroad for his college years? Well he did and he went to a prestigious tech college in Germany and he apprenticed under a prolific nanobot engineer. His nanobots are never larger than a fruit fly and are generally undetectable. Most of his nanobots are multi-use for hacking and messing up cameras but he has some specified for hacking, chipping, recording audio, and recording footage. He could probably make something like the MCU Spiderman suit if he pleases but he just prefers to be fashionable.

3. Logan would either be working in the government or under one of the hero agencies. Skye and I never really plan to make this a fully fledged thing so we never felt the need to flesh our his role or give him a presence at all.

4. He never brings them to his lair or have any hideouts. He kills them and tortures them right where they are <3. He ALWAYS makes sure they're secluded without any means of escape and in the dead hours of the night. He. Does. Not. Bring. Them. Back

Too much risk that way.

5. He is proficient in using knives; He has a whole collection of knives in his lair, all ornate and lethal. He also knows how to handle a gun but he prefers Knives because, like, majority of guns are clunky, obvious, and not as ornate as Knives. Knives win overall. However, He can improvise and use anything as a weapon if he so chooses. He also can just use good old fashioned hands, arms, feet and legs.

6. Yes because apparently killing corrupt people are still ✨Crimes✨. The people in heroes agencies have a black and white way or thinking which is what makes them SHIT at their jobs. They're like the police force but has powers and unnecessarily even shittier at getting the correct people.

In the people's eyes, He is an antihero but in the Government's and Authority's eyes, he is nothing but filth and a villain.

Roman prefers a Villain title, honestly. Even if he does good, It's for his own benefit and self-satisfaction. He is no hero and will kill an innocent regardless of they annoy him or if they bother Virgil.

7. He NEVER wants to take over cardenia. Period.

#Supervillain au #Supervillain!Roman #Journalist!Virgil #Ask #Iiemrys #Violence #Murder #Knives #Torture