#“this action hurts no one and allows people to have fun! on the other hand we don't want you to do that. because fuck you that's why"

[luciolefire]

actually nintendo, the problem is you,

[thisonehere]

The Lin Kuei boys find your diary and learn that you're in love with them

Mk Headkanons

A/n: Here you are, the winner of my recent poll. Just a little fun headcanon while I work on another request. It should be ready by Wednesday or Thursday.

Tags: MK1, Polls winner, invasion of privacy (but their hot so it's okay)

C/w: None

Bi-Han

This wasn't usually like Bi-Han, of all things the grandmaster of the Lin Kuei was, invading someone's privacy wasn't one of them. Until today of course.

Today was the 4th time in a row that you were missing from your training session with him. He would've thought that being allowed to train with the Lin Kuei's very own grandmother would be considered an honor. Yet here he was, standing alone looking like a fool waiting for you.

Bi-Han does not like being stood up, especially not by you. You whom he holds in such a high regard. He has so much respect for, he is generally fond of you, he feels things for you he can't even explain. So he goes to look for you, bringing him to your room.

He enters with even knocking, you don't deserve such a thing with how many times you stood him up. When he sees you aren't here he turns to leave, still eager to find, to let you know how hurt furious he is by your actions.

But before he can make it to the door, he sees something at the corner of his eye. A book. No, not just any book. Your diary.

Bi-Han thinks such things are stupid, and a waste of time. Nonsense made for children not adults. Surely anyone who partakes in this are ridiculous...But...this is your diary, and he doesn't think your ridiculous or a child at all.

He picks it up, showing care as he holds it carefully in his hands. He inspects from front cover to the back with a perplexed curiosity. Why would anyone have this? Why would you have this? He holds you in such a high regard that he views such trivial things as beneath you. What could be so important you would need have your very thoughts and deepest darkest secrets left on paper.

He knows his brothers wouldn't hesitate to open it and read. But not him though. Because unlike them he has restraint, he has strength, he has-

Bi-Han starts flipping through the pages. There has to be something in here that explains why you've so distant and absent lately. His eyes scan each and every word like they have a sacred meaning.

He especially looks for parts where you talk about him. Surely you will speak with utmost respect for your grandmaster. Maybe you explain why you've been avoiding him too.

Eventually he finds a part where you bring him up, he completely ignores the part where you talk about his brothers and goes straight t6o part where he is involved.

He takes notice with how you talk about him. You talk about how you felt butterflies in your stomach when you were near him, the way he made your heart race, the fear you had that he'd notice you blushing, how much you loved him, you wanted to be with him until the end of all time. You then go one to say the dirtiest, the most depraved things he has ever read in his life about him.

But Bi-Han reads on. He takes note of all the nasty things you'd like him to do to you. Part of him is slightly appalled. The other is very amused.

After staring at it for a while, Bi-Han clears his throat and sits the book back to where he found it and leaves.

From that point on, you can't help but notice that Bi-Han has been staring at you whenever you were in the same room. He is noticeably more patient with you than he was before. In fact, it's almost like he's being nice to you.

He has never really thought of you in such a manner before, but now, now you have his interest.

Kuai Liang

Like his brother, Kuai is a man very respectful of other people's privacy...sort of. Kuai will respect your privacy most of the time, he'll try to at least.

Kuai had been looking for you all day, he wanted to talk to you about a very private Lin Kuei business. He also wanted to see you again, just hearing your voice made his day better. But you were just friends so he never told you about it because then that would make things weird.

Kuai gets to your door and gently knocks before he enters. He happily calls your name as he enters. When he sees that you aren't present he disappointedly turns to leave. But he catches something in the corner of his eye.

He goes to pick it up, he doesn't really know what it is at first. He's not as familiar with concpt as Bi-Han and Tomas. So he opens it and starts reading. It doesn't take him long to figure out what it is after reading the first page.

After that something clicks and he goes to put it down and leave. Or that is at least what he wants to do. He is so tempted to continue that he has to remind himself how wrong thus is.

To continue reading is wrong. It's a violation of you, one of his closest friends. Besides, he is an honorable man, he believes in duty and respect and-

Anyway, now he is sitting on your bed reading through your diary like it's the Bible. He's basically halfway through the books so he convince himself that it's far too late to turn back now.

He is specifically interested in reading what you have to say about him. So he flips ahead to a writing log where you mention him. Kuai takes a deep breath before reading, he generally hopes you like him.

You talk about how nice you think Kuai is, how cool, also hot he is. Pun intended.

It took Kuai a few seconds to process what you just said. He reads on, finding more writing logs about him and they all say similar things about how attracted you are to him. He gets one specific one where you were talking about all the things you liked about him.

Kuai was overwhelmed with all this affection you had on paper for him. At the end, you confess that you have feelings for him, that you were in love with him.

Kuai couldn't believe what he was seeing, it was on paper in front of him yet he still couldn't believe it. He sets the book back where he found it and quickly leaves your room.

The next coming days were tough for him. Whenever he looked at you, all he could think about was your words. He was still in shock, this all felt so unreal. He stares into your eyes and wonders how long you felt this way, if you still feel this way.

He wants to come up to you, tell me that he feels the same way. But that would also mean he'd have to confess about reading your diary. Would you be forgiving if he tells you? Maybe, you'll just need time to forgive.

He will just fantasize about the potential future he could have with you if everything goes. Please, Elder gods of you're listening, let things go well.

Tomas

Tomas is a sweetheart, that is known. But he is also a very nosey sweetheart. Unlike his brothers, Tomas is a very curious person. That often is much to his and others slcurgrine

He comes to your room with the hopes of being able to hang out with you. Kuai and Bi-Han were always so busy so it was often you two who hung out the most.

Tomas enjoys the time he spent with you. Bi-Han and Kuai can often be pretty intense for him to be around, so he finds comfort with being just with you.

After knocking a few times he enters, much to his disappointment you aren't here. He goes to leave hoping to find you, until he notices your diary. It caught his attention the single second he laid eyes on it. He immediately recognizes what it is, he has one himself.

The thoughts of opening and reading all your dark and dirty secrets pop into Tomas's head instantly. I can't, he thinks. How could I possibly do this to you? I would be violating your personal space. There could be something in there that is really embarrassing, or be about your deepest darkest desires, maybe even someone you might have a crush on.

Tomas tries to fight off the temptation to read it, but he fails. He carefully picks up the book and opens it. Already he feels filthy with guilt.

He begins to look through it, every page feels like a sin to read, but he couldn't stop reading. The thrill of it all kept him going to the point that he already got through almost half of the book. He laughed at your most embarrassing stories, he felt sad when you expressed any tragedy or hardship you faced, he felt overjoyed at your victories.

He felt pretty good...until you began to talk about him and his brothers. At this point he got nervous at what you could potentially think about him and his brothers, especially him. It was pretty standard things, you thought Kuai was nice, Bi-Han was a hothead, and you thought Tomas was cute...wait...

Tomas's eyes grew ten inches wide at this. What? N-No, that's all wrong he has to read it again. Cute? What do you mean cute? Cute as in nice, o-or as in attractive. Surely you meant as in kind.

He flips forward, finding another log where you talked about him. Here you go into much more detail about how you felt towards Tomas, how much you loved, the way he made useful so giddy, you just wanted to plant kisses him all over his cute little face.

Tomas, jaw on the floor and eyes wide opened to the point of almost popping out, couldn't believe what he was reading. He cheeks were turning red with blush and he was without words as he continued reading. Okay, now he really regrets reading this.

In a panicked state, Tomas throws your book somewhere and runs out of your room.

The next few days were hell for Tomas. He felt like such a horrible friend. He betrayed your trust and privacy, and now he knows that you're in love with him. He feels horrible whenever he sees and remembers what he's read, how he invaded your privacy.

As he continues, Tomas can't help but think of you differently now. He fears that he's falling in love with you now. He thinks. He doesn't know.

Gods, he just wishes he never opened that book. Now he has developed feeling for you in such a rapid pace, he doesn't know what to do. Maybe he'll just have to confess to reading your diary.

He plans too eventually, the guilt eats him up every day. He just needs to work up the courage to do so. Hopefully you won't hate him, please don't hate him.

[danyllura]

The final Ken war turning into a dance battle is another example of how the film explores toxic masculinity and how dismantling it helps men form deeper emotional bonds. The Ken’s are not a united force. They allow jealousy and competition over the Barbie’s to get in the way of their relationships with one another. This is one of the reasons why they’re so hurt by the Barbie’s lack of interest, as the only form of praise or attention they get is from them. This plays into the issue of men not allowing themselves to be emotionally vulnerable with their male friends, and instead often pushing their turmoils onto women in their life. And when these women can not or will not shoulder their emotional burden they lash out.

The Ken’s go to war in a traditionally masculine way, with horses and weapons. But it isn’t until they start their dance battle that we see them stepping back away from toxic masculinity.

The Ken’s initially dance in competition, which is reminiscent of the former dance sequence in the movie. At Barbies dream house the Barbie’s dance together in unity, with love and admiration for one another. They are basking in their sisterhood and having fun. Meanwhile the Ken’s dance with the intention to impress the Barbie’s. They are in competition with one another, dancing in unison but not as one.

In the final dance battle this changes. The Ken’s begin to dance together, in unity. And we see as they begin to look at one another as genuine friends their actions become softer and more emotional (eg; kissing eachother on the cheek and hand holding). They are no longer mimicking the men Ken had read about, and instead allowing themselves to form the healthy, emotional friendships men are often discouraged from having. Under patriarchy men lose the chance to be caring and loving with their friends. They are told to bottle up their emotions and not express their feelings in a gentle manner. Being deprived of this emotional depth hurts men and their future relationships. And it is why the Ken’s are only able to begin finding acceptance in themselves and their identities once they allow themselves to be open with people other than just Barbie.

[perfctvelvet]

hiiii

Can I request some Taylor Swift x reader strap-on action?? <3

Melting Point; Taylor Swift/Fem!Reader

Content: 2nd POV. Former lovers, slight angst, jealousy, infidelity, teasing, brief oral sex, tribing, strap-on sex.

If there was one thing Taylor wanted most it was to look like she wasn't bothered by whoever was on your arm tonight.

You two agreed that having mutual friends wouldn't be a problem at all, that you are both "mature" and can "handle" being around each other after your almost-relationship fell apart. Taylor walked around as if nothing about what was happening could phase her, but she was lying to herself. She would look at your post and watch your instagram stories over and over again, looking to catch a glimpse of an unfamiliar silhouette. The healthier thing to do would be to not go looking at all, but she did. She looked and every time she saw something she didn't like she felt a weird thump in her chest. She carried around that jealousy for days and eventually forgot about it; until it was time for her to hurt herself again.

To be her and this pathetic was embarrassing. It makes her feel low and when she's in a low place she acts out. She had raised her skirt to be a few inches shorter and pulled down her top. There wasn't any guarantee that you were going to budge or want her back. She was the one who had ended things, so you were well within your rights to do what you want, but she was in one of those moods where she wanted fuck everything up.

She had been eyeing you and whoever that is with you all night until she walked away leaving you alone by yourself. Taylor was bold to walk across that room and place herself right in front of you. You had no choice but to accept her presence, after all you two had agreed that you can be around each other without any problems

"Y/n! Hey!"

Taylor gets close as if the music is too loud for you to hear. You looked surprised to see her, which she liked because it means she has the upperhand.

"Hey, Tay! I didn't know you were coming. Syd didn't tell me you were coming."

Tay

A nickname many people called her, but it sounded so different coming from your mouth. The single syllable always came out of your mouth so soft and sweet and reminded her of moments when you two were alone, together.

"You know I always come to anything Sydney throws." Not exactly the truth, but you weren't going to challenge her on it which is exactly why she said it.

Taylor thought about playing nice and coy tonight, but she got straight to the point.

"So, who did you come with tonight?"

Your eyes go wide and you try to stumble through getting a sentence out. You were allowed to do what you want, but you feel like you've been caught.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, c'mon. I'm not dumb Y/n. I saw that girl you were with. Is she your girlfriend?"

You look away unable to answer because she got you. You didn't know how to answer. You were just seeing that girl in the same way you were just seeing Taylor before her, but admittedly it wasn't the same. Everything was so fun with Taylor, electrifying, and you feared that you would be searching for that with everyone you tried to date after her.

"Is that why you watch my stories? To see who I'm with?"

"Well, is she the shadow I see?"

Taylor always had the upper hand whether it be her getting the last word or making your heart beat uncontrollably. No matter how hard you tried to move on, you wanted her so bad. You two wanted things to work out but there was an underlying feeling that you two specific people would never be able to work in the way you want it to. But sex didn't require further thought on the status of one's relationship.

"Taylor. Are you really going to do this to me?"

The look in your eyes, the sound of your voice; she's got you. She keeps the shit eating grin off of her face, but she's beaming on the inside when you silently agree to ditch her date and go back to Taylor's place that was blocks away.

'You always know how to get someone into trouble while keeping your hands clean.'

You had told her that just a few weeks after knowing her. On your second day of meeting each other you were pinned to a wall with her hands down your pants. She rubbed you in the most magical way and made you cum in record time. You were embarrassed sometimes by how bad you wanted her; it offsets her embarrassing tactics to get her way.

What you missed most about Taylor was how she kissed you. She grabs your head in the most possessive way as if you would dare move away from her. She always kissed you hurriedly like you would you disappear within seconds. You found the overwhelming desperation to be endearing somehow. Her name and status left you a little enamored with her, but seeing her stripped down into her rawest form, a ball of need and desire, made you see right through her. It seemed like she needed this more than you, something that you enjoyed even though it would be a little wrong to admit out loud.

"I missed the way you taste," Taylor moans between kisses. She meant more than just the way your lips taste. She wanted to kiss and lick your skin, and to taste the sweetness between your legs. She was dominant when she got like this and you let her takeover pleasuring your body.

Taylor peppered your neck with kisses before grazing the skin with her teeth. You inhale sharply and suck your stomach in. You don't exhale until she pulls your top down to reveal your tits. 'Of course' she thinks to herself; you weren't wearing a bra tonight. The idea of you anticipating running into her excited her. She needed you to want her just as much as she wanted you.

"I want to make you cum so bad," she confesses. You spread your legs without even thinking, wanting the same thing as her.

She sucks one nipple for a few seconds before licking the skin between your tits. You bite your lip and moan in pleasure. You feel your body sinking into the softness of her bed as she moves lower. She loves that you wore a short dress that gives her better access. She pushes it up to reveal your black, lacy panties. She can vaguely see your pussy through the material, but she knows that you're wet.

She kisses your pussy through your panties just to be able to watch you lose your mind. You moan loudly for her. The moans get breathier each time she kisses your clit. She licks you once and you can feel her saliva come through the material. Each kiss makes you shake, but what feels the most intimate is when she kisses your inner thigh. She knows just how sensitive your skin gets when you're this turned on. You shiver under her touch. She tweaks your nipple with one hand and rubs her hand up and down your stomach while teasing your pussy.

All she wanted was a little taste, but her hunger was growing. She pushed the fabric to the side and licked your bare cunt.

"Such a pretty pussy," she coos into you.

You throw your head back and cry out for her.

"Fuck Taylor...fuck, fuck, fuck."

Your cries sound better than any melody she could compose, paired with how sweet your pussy taste. She was obsessed, and she doesn't know how she could've ever let this go -- let you go.

'Just a little taste...just a taste'

She has to remind herself of her own pleasuring rumbling inside of her, the pleasure she craved that made her bold enough to ask you to leave your date at the event. Taylor has spent her days just enjoying herself between her legs, proving herself to be an unselfish lover. Today she wouldn't be selfish, but she feels too feral to take her time.

Her skirt comes up to reveal her bare pussy. You wore no bra, she wore no panties, you two were like the last two pieces to complete a puzzle.

You can't help but nearly jump into her arms after you sit up. You wrap your arms around her neck and kiss her. Once again, she grabs your head and kisses you back with intense passion. Her tongue slides into your mouth as she holds you tightly against her body with her arm. One hand comes running down your side and to your ass. She grabs your soft flesh before she pulls at your panties to get them off. The feeling of soft lips crashing against each other and caressing touches made you explode, but your pussy missed her touch. You absentmindedly humped the air but that wasn't satisfying enough.

Taylor knows you well enough to be able to sense your hunger. She pushes you back down onto the bed, your tits jiggle as you fall back. She straddles you, slowly lowering her wet pussy onto you. Feeling the mix of your juices makes you melt and moan. She grabs onto your leg for leverage and begins to hump your pussy. She kisses the tense muscles in your calf before she begins to moan herself.

"Fuck your pussy feels so good!" She cries out.

Taylor began to move her hips so fast that the sound of your skin slapping together sounded like all the times one of you have fucked each other from behind with a strap-on. You could feel the mess created by the two of you seeping on to your thighs. You loved how messy and sticky you two got when you rubbed your pussies together. You were hooked on the rhythm she set; steady, but not too slow.

She loved watching you beneath her. The sight of your tits moving with each thrust and how you threw your head back in pleasure. Your pleasure was at her mercy and she loved it. Your tits moved faster and your body jerked when she picked up the speed. Taylor could feel the pleasure deep in her stomach and it was ready to make its appearance. She was moaning almost as loud as you are.

"Fuck...you're going to make me cum!"

"Taylor!"

Every cry that was plucked from your throat made her weaker and weaker for you. Your eyes were shut tight and your head moved from side to side in the throes of pleasure. You looked so beautiful, and she loved watching you. It made her cum hard against your sweet pussy. Every inch of you turned her on so much.

You feel her gush against your sex and a few seconds later her contagious pleasure makes you cum too. Your fingers dig into the skin on her hips ensuring that you will leave a mark there. Taylor wasn't the only one obsessed because the rush of endorphins almost made 'I love you' slip past her lips. You had enough sense not to let lust cloud your judgment and you just moaned her name instead.

"I can't get enough of you," she whispers against your skin. You can see it in her eyes and feel it in her touch that she's not done.

"I wanna fuck you Taylor."

"You just did," she laughs breathlessly.

"No, I want to fuck you."

She now understands what you are insinuating.

"I want to fuck you, Y/n."

Taylor missed the way you reacted when she filled you inch by inch. She'd slowly watch your brain melt into a puddle as the stretch set little fires off inside of you. And the sounds of your body meeting together in desire always filled the room. You two got a little taste of it early when you rubbed pussies.

You mull over which you would enjoy more, fucking her or her fucking you? Your orgasm was so good, but left you wanting more. You see the look in Taylor's eyes you and know she's going to be adamant about wanting to fuck you, so you let her. She uses the strap you always loved and lines it up with your sopping entrance. You hold your breath as you watch her slide in. It's been so long since you've been split open like this, you could cry tears of joy.

"Oh god...don't stop!" You're already whining for her and she's barely gotten started.

"What happened to your manners?"

She pushes into you painfully slow until the tip hits the soft, spongy sweet spot inside of you. She pulls out just as slowly too, teasing you to death.

"Please! Please, Taylor, I need you so bad!"

You couldn't even hold an ounce of shame in your body if you tried to. It felt way too good. And you let her know that by moaning loudly with each thrust she was kind enough to give you. Taylor couldn't stay at that slow pace forever, she was desperate to fuck you open. She began to pound into you, her strap bullying your poor pussy every time. Feeling you cling to her was better than anything else in the world. You needed her to keep filling you up so bad and she wouldn't dare stop until you were cumming all over her strap.

"You missed this, didn't you?"

You turn your head to the side to avoid her gaze. You couldn't speak, but your moaning spoke for you. Of course you missed this. You had a chemistry with Taylor that felt rare to find. The girl you've been seeing for the last few weeks...she was kind, but she wasn't Taylor -- she wasn't what you needed.

Taylor played with your tits while fucking you. They moved in an almost hypnotic way that she couldn't take her eyes off of them. She loved how they would harden instantly in her mouth whenever she sucked on them. She loved how wet she could make you just from caressing them.

"I'm gonna cum!"

Taylor thinks to herself, 'already?'

You had came not even more than 10 minutes ago, but your pussy was so sensitive that it couldn't withstand much more. Your walls tightened around her strap, and one more poke at your g-spot and you were cumming all around the rubber toy. You mewled and arched your back like into the air. Your body went stiff as you somehow came harder than before. Pure waves of pleasure washed over you and cleared away all of your reservations about Taylor and where you two stand. When you came down from your high, your mind was spotless.

The two of you were often able to multiple last rounds with each other, but tonight felt different. You just wanted to lay there with her, limbs tangled together, and she wanted the same thing. The stillness of her bedroom brought her closer to sleep. Until you speak up.

"No."

"No, what?"

"She isn't my girlfriend."

Despite physically having you for the night, the answer to her question satisfied Taylor more than anything.

[uncouth-the-fifth]

good morning, charlie - Leon Kennedy/Reader

read it on Ao3.

Pairing: Agent!Leon/Detective!Wife!Reader Tags: domestic fluff with the tiniest dustings of background angst, married life, hugging, kissing, and snuggling. Words: 3k (yes, I'm capable of keeping something this short) Notes: read this in a WWE announcer voice: THAT'S RIGHT! UNCOUTH HAS COME CRASHING BACK INTO THE RING AFTER YET ANOTHER MONTHS-LONG HIATUS. i'm magical, truly. here is the first Leon fic I promised last month! There's so much I want to say about this little drabble, but I'll save that for my curious ppl on Ao3. this is going to be a big 180 from my spn content, and I sincerely hope that's okay with the public 😭 for my RE people: enjoy domestic Leon bullshit!

At two in the morning, Washington D.C. is pouring everything it has into crafting the coziest atmosphere of all time. A pleasant window-tapping storm had rolled in right around when you resolved to stay up working. Some late-night radio host is making soft, fizzing chatter in the next room, and coupled with a stellar view of the city from fancy floor-to-ceiling windows, you have a prime opportunity to pass the fuck out.

Unfortunately, you have made some spectacular life choices that don’t mix well with a full night’s rest. Nope, no sleep for you. Despite all of fate’s attempts to stop you from being a cop, (including throwing a city-wide outbreak at you on your first day), you are still here, gripping your job with both hands. At two in the damn morning.

Since scrubbing your eyes hadn’t woken you up the first five times you tried it, you give it another shot as you pace the length of your living room rug—from the coffee table you’ve stacked with files, then back to the whiteboard pasted top-to-bottom with pictures of missing young women. The whiteboard had been Leon’s idea. After the fourth time you’d transformed a flattened cardboard box into a morbid case-board for work, he’d cajoled you into letting him buy one for the apartment.

But I won’t be able to stab the tacks into it, you’d pouted.

Oh, the agony, your husband had drawled. He was a master of delivering a good, dry look.

You’d propped your fists on your hips and tried your best to look serious. The red yarn connecting everything isn’t just a detective-movie thing, y’know! It’s actually really useful. And I need my tacks to stick the yarn in—

Leon had cut cleanly through your building sass with another look, this time one glimmering with humor. Then I’ll get you magnetic ones, detective. Don’t you use whiteboards at the precinct anyway?

You’d grumbled. Because, yes, you did use whiteboards at the station, and they did have the little tacks with the magnets on the bottom. But you’d refused to deal with Leon being all smug (he was unbearable pretty when he was right), and had teased back instead, Whatever, nerd. Why don’t you and the other two angels go call Charlie already?

The reference had gone clean over Leon’s head. Of course, he hated being left out of a joke, so he’d roped you over by your wrist and pinched an explanation out of you until you were squealing with giggles.

Summarizing Charlie’s Angels to Leon had been a lot like offering a paper rocketship to an aerospace engineer. But, hey, picturing him running around in skimpy outfits and escaping action movie explosions on a motorcycle is a whole lot more fun than… than the real deal.

You don’t want to think about what his missions are really like. Not that you’re even allowed to know in the first place. Being Leon’s wife permits you a government-issued phone with his handler’s number, and on antsy days you can push Ingrid for details if you want. But after so long you’ve learned it only hurts both of you—for her, in the inability to answer, and for you, in the excruciating pain of being unable to know. Where is he? That’s classified.

She can’t always tell you when he’s coming home, either. So much of your life is hinged on her check-ins, and even more is forced to live off a simple, He’s okay.

For the seventh time, you scrub at your tired eyes and suck in a deep breath. You’d gotten that fabled text from Hunnigan—he’s okay—earlier today, and like always you crawled through the rest of your shift roiling with anticipation, waiting for Leon to materialize back into your life.

You force your gaze back to the whiteboard, littered with notes and pictures hung up with magnetic tacks. The faces of five missing women bore back. The ten-ton weight of your caseload slams down in full, and again, you scold yourself for floating back into comforting memories of your husband. These girls have lost all comfort in the world since they were taken. Your Captain gave you the responsibility of finding them, and after all you’ve been through, after all the other cases you’ve closed, there can’t be any room for failure. Think.

Your legs ache from being on your feet all day, chasing leads, but dropping into Leon’s armchair for even an instant will just have you nodding off again. More pacing it is, then. This is your pattern for the next half-hour: pace, re-read witness statements, turn, sip your coffee, pace, cross-reference alibis. He’s okay. Two of the girls were taken from Queen’s Chapel, two from Takoma, one from Woodridge. He’s fine. The last victim breaks the profile. What’s different about her? Why take her? Think think think— You know what Leon would do. He was the kind of person you could put in front of a problem, and no matter what he would find a way to shoulder his way through. With physical force, sure, but mental force too. He would sit and just look at the puzzle, and sheer willpower would lead him to some kind of answer. But you’d been pushing and pushing for days now, pursuing every lead, pressing every witness, yet nothing will give. The whole thing feels like a punching bag you’re beating at over and over again, knuckles raw and bloody—

Keys rattle just outside the front door.

First the big deadbolt scrapes open, unlatching with a heavy thud, and that sound alone is enough to shock you awake. More than any coffee could. Then comes the doorknob. Leon hasn’t even turned his key before you’ve twisted the lock open, yanked the door out of your way, and sent it whipping into the jamb with his keyring still swinging from its slot. You give him one full blink to register that it’s you before you’re throwing yourself on him without a single lick of shame, legs and all.

Of course, Leon bears your weight with grace. He grunts out an oof! when you come in for landing, and the living, breathing sound drains into one gruff laugh. You’re scooped up under the thighs and teddy bear squeezed against him. He reeks of cheap motel soap and something faintly coppery—then mint, a whole world of plush, wet spearmint when he nudges your face up with his nose and lays a hello kiss on you. The taste of his gum and the scratch of his stubble on your chin make your skin feel like it’s fizzing, inside-burning-out, every inch of you stood on end by his static charge. Jesus, this guy. He feels like fucking magic, and you’re confident that the laws of physics don’t quite apply around him. Everything in the room, in the too-big apartment that’s painfully empty without him in it, tilts toward Leon.

You shove your face nose-first into his neck and clutch the back of his jacket in both fists. Swallowing hard, you manage, “Hey, angel.”

“Good morning, Charlie,” Leon says.

If you had any resolve for today left in you at all, the wash of his sizzling butter voice would squash the last of it. You’d been trying to be sweet, but your husband has to be funny about fucking everything, of course. Even after weeks spent apart. You love him so fucking much.

“Don’t tell me you found time to watch that stupid movie.” Your voice is muffled by his coat, and you’re grateful for an excuse to hide.

You’re moving. Leon carries you inside, his wedding band pressing into your leg and his other big, warm hand spooned around your back. “Boring plane ride. I wanted to get your jokes.”

Your front door is toed shut, and with all the efficient maneuvering of a proper agent, Leon gets the place locked up behind you. Somewhere in all the commotion he’d dropped his go-bag by the welcome mat, and you hear the dramatic thunk, thunk, of his fancy work loafers being kicked off beside it. Only then does he slip you onto your own feet again.

Your hands slide down his arms as you make contact with the floor. Somewhere in the back of your mind you’re aware that he’s damp from the rain, but that fact hangs in the little alternate universe he’s made in your front hall. Standing there and being able to look at him straight-on, Leon doesn’t feel real. It’s like your constant thoughts of him have manifested a ghost in his shape, mimicking the smiley rookie you remember.

He greets you with a quiet, beaten-down smile, and you understand immediately that the world has thrown its fair share of punches at him, too. You’ve both had a shit week. The Kennedy surname just brims with good luck, huh?

Your hands work on autopilot as you take him in, slipping under the fabric of his jacket and lingering over his thudding heart. His warm blue gaze swims over your face, and you can almost hear the clicking mechanisms in his head as he forces himself out of operative mode and into home mode by looking at you.

“It’s a really bad movie,” you say, choked up.

Leon’s jacket hits the floor with his shoes. There’s a swath of ugly, purpling bruises crawling up his bare arm, old enough to be greening at the edges, and your stomach churns when you see it.

He taps your chin up, pulling you away from the damage and back on him. His voice rolls over you like bourbon in a glass. “Absolutely. So-bad-it’s-good, even. We should watch it, make fun of it together. Like, why the hell does…”

Leon flawlessly falls into an analysis of the movie’s poorly-written espionage elements. The movie you made one offhand joke about several weeks ago, mind you. He’s pulling at straws, saying whatever the hell comes to mind to make you laugh, so exhausted he’s literally swaying on his feet. You can’t believe he’s trying to distract you with something so trivial, but this is your husband. One flash of that weary closed-mouth smile, one brush of those callused hands down your wrists, and your whole world resumes its orbit around him.

You laugh at the jokes he’s obviously crafted for your benefit, a weak chuckle your heart isn’t in. With his hands looped around your wrists, he guides your arms around his neck and welcomes you back into the toasty bubble of his touch. Leon’s even warmer from being tucked underneath his coat. Pure goodness and safety glows off him like a fucking nuclear reactor, and it dawns on you that you haven’t felt safe at all since he left. Anyone can be plucked off the streets here.

One more scratchy kiss and then he’s leading you deeper into your apartment. No one on Earth would believe that he’s a chatty guy, but he talks the whole way through. Too often he’s left to sit in his own mind on missions, and you’re treated to two week’s worth of his backlog in the next ten minutes. All the little things he wanted to say to you. The streams of smart-mouth commentary he was famous for at the academy are all inner monologue now, but you’re confident the Leon radio show still runs twenty four hours a day. He chatters so much in his head that it slips out of him like water sometimes—

“…that close to an explosion would disintegrate you, but fuck physics I guess—“ Leon interrupts his own flow of thought to squint at you. “Quit looking at me like that. It’s unfair how pretty you are when you’re tired. What was I—not like the laws of physics apply to that movie anyway, but…”

—and you’re stupidly charmed by it. He talks to comfort himself, and because the two of you are one unit, one person to him, he does the same for you.

With your hand tethered in his, he clicks off the radio in the kitchen. One of Leon’s side-stories replaces the random late-night station that’d been playing, floating over the din of the rain like bass over relaxing drums. He pours out the dregs of your coffee. He closes the files full of gruesome crime scene photos on your coffee table, and you watch, barely able to keep your head up, as he flips your whiteboard over to its blank side. You’ll get his second opinion on the case tomorrow.

Leon sweeps the place with you in tow, and once the security system’s armed and you’re almost sagging against him, the lights come off. Though you’ve had plenty of time to adjust to the Leon that returned home from training, you’ll never get used to the little alien ticks it’s given him. He navigates to your bedroom in complete blackness. He avoids the creaky floorboard just outside your door without seeing, deathly silent. The broad presence of him looms in the dark.

One wall of the bedroom is nothing but paneled glass, throwing a long square of dark blue moonlight over your rumpled comforter. While the view of the Potomac and Capital Hill is stellar from up here, you’ve always felt out of place among the things Leon’s generous salary has earned the two of you: a flat with a private elevator in the nice part of town, fresh-off-the-press sports cars, a getaway cabin up north. So much of it you end up enjoying by yourself. It only ever feels worth it when he’s here, smacking his elbow into the digital wall-panel that controls your A/C.

“—s’ supposed to be a touch screen,” he sidebars himself for the tenth time. Softer, Leon adds, “Brush your teeth. I’ll be right there.”

You rope your arms around his middle and press your face into the heart of his back, careful of the bruises he’s doing his best to hide. “Wanna wait for you.”

Leon doesn’t protest. There’s more little beeps as he screws with the temperature of your mattress or something, deciding, “We live in a damn spaceship. Are we too good for plain old-fashioned buttons now?”

Apparently you are, since old man Leon fails to figure out how to crank the heat up. You let him play with it for a little while longer (it’s not his fault he’s rarely home), and then intervene with a few quick taps when things get dire. The heater hums to life under the floor a beat later, and he turns in your grip to scoff, mystified by your vast and incredible knowledge.

“My smart girl,” he hums.

Just that is enough to chip off a piece of your strength. Had he said that to you over the phone, a million miles away in god-knows-where, your knees would buckle. He is the only one who talks to you like that—with so much simple, uncomplicated love. Too tired to put your thoughts into words, you flatten a hand over his heart and kiss the sun-freckled nape of his neck.

“Clingy,” Leon mutters. You’re pretty sure it’s supposed to sound dry and funny, another one of his jokes. But then he’s smoothing both of his palms down your arms in two long handsy swaths, and the gesture tells you everything about just how clingy he’s feeling, too.

His stories make getting ready for bed an even slower affair. You couldn’t mind if you wanted to. As you help him out of his starchy dress-shirt button by button, he surprises you with a rare explanation of where he’s been for the last weeks. The UK. Truly, your husband is the special secret agent to end all special secret agents: he talks around his job as if it was a bump he’d hit on the way home, entertaining you instead with his Leon-ified vision of London. Touristy as shit. Loud as shit. Smelled like shit.

“Just like DC,” he chuckles, and then a second time when your fluffy head pops through the collar of the sleep shirt he’s dressing you in.

It’s too much rough, cinnamon spice laughter for one woman to stand. You duck away to brush your teeth and groan into your palms like a schoolgirl over him, but sure enough, Leon trails you, fingers chasing the hem of your shirt (his shirt) in a sleepy daze. He always keeps you in view. Nervous, maybe, to have you out of his sight.

This tradition continues when the two of you crawl into bed. Your eyes have adjusted to the darkness, and so has your body, able to sense him on the stupidly expensive mattress beside you. He thinks you can’t tell, but his gaze roves over you again and again—down your back when you flop face-first into the plush bedding, over the slope of your shoulder when you wiggle under the covers. Leon draws you into the glorious halo of his body heat with a gentle hand on your belly. If you could bottle this feeling, the whole world would be sick and stupid for him in hours. Minutes even.

You feel so safe that the word doesn’t even come to mind. Just vague, peaceful shapes of things you know, home, sleep, cologne, cozy. His work-rough palm with his body-warm wedding band slips under your tee to sweep over your ribs. Then comes Leon’s face, just on the right side of stubbly as he shoves it between your shoulder blades without a single lick of shame. The breath he takes of you is so heavy that his whole frame shudders with it, top to bottom.

You remember how you’d burrowed into his jacket the second he got home and think, You are me and I am you. We’re always on the same page.

With that, the stage is set. DC’s faraway glittering cityscape lights up all the raindrops on your window, and you watch them run as the two of you melt into one another. Leon’s warm breaths slow across your neck. Time for you to deliver your line.

You wet your lips and murmur into your pillow, “Do you want to talk about your mission?”

Legally, he can’t say yes. Government secrets, bureaucracy, yadda yadda. Leon isn’t always emotionally ready to crack open a coffin he’s just finished sealing, either, but while it is his job to close your case files for the night, you’re his wife. You’re the only person who can knock on that door. With how little choice he has left in his life, you try to give him options whenever you can. Regardless, you know the man you married—strong-willed on a mythical fucking level, and just as self-sacrificing. He’ll always try to spare you.

Sure enough, Leon says, “Tomorrow. Do you want to talk about your case?”

You shake your head at him, exhausted to the point of dizziness. “Tomorrow.”

A tender kiss is pressed to the nape of your neck, and the whole world goes silent for the perfect, husky whisper you’ve ached to hear. You feel his wry smile against your skin. “We’re always on the same page, baby.”

[jinxs-gf]

Dating Kaldur Headcanons

Kaldur’ahm x Reader

no warnings!

word count: 700+

a.n. I wasn’t sure what to do here so I just went for a general dating thing!

there’s a glaringly obvious thing we need to address first.

Kaldur is THE most loyal person you’ll ever meet. romantic and non-romantic wise

you don’t gotta worry about anything with him 🙏🏽🙏🏽😭 what about him screams ‘you have to worry about me getting too cozy with someone else…’

NOTHING!!!! he’s loyal and devoted to you and makes it obvious

so obvious it hurts. so obvious the team makes fun of him for it

he’s a serious/blunt man because he cares. it’s his way of making sure his loved ones are safe (and others: take for example, the people he saves??? the whole reason he’s a hero is bc he’s trying to protect people). he orders the team around and tells them when they’re wrong because he wants what’s best for them

now you’re a person he doesn’t just care about, he loves you. you’re his dear, his light in very dark times (this man has been through it). so when it comes to you, there’s two sides to this:

1. he bosses you around if you don’t take care of yourself.

he uses his stern voice on you (very hot btw) if you haven’t eaten when you should’ve.

“Did you eat?” He sits next to you on the couch, presenting the dinner he’s cooked.

You stay quiet. And he knows what that means.

“You barely had breakfast this morning.” Your silence continues.

Gently, he pinches your chin between his fingers, “you can’t keep doing this to yourself, love.”

“I don’t do it on purpose! The day goes by too fast and I forget.”

“So you don’t feel the empty space in your stomach? You can’t hear it when it’s asking to you for food?”

You shrug.

He squeezes your chin softly, an action of affection and worry. He brings up a forkful of food, “eat.”

In his mind it’s:

“I don’t mind taking care of you, I love it in fact. But you need to know how to care for yourself when needed. I can’t have something happen to you. I won’t let it happen.”

2. he’s very very soft with you. he’s stuck in the honeymoon phase of the relationship, it’ll never end for him

he doesn’t usually show much affection with a lot of people around. he’s not too big on PDA

which isn’t to say he won’t be affectionate outside of your private time, he WILL be. it’s just small touches:

forehead/hand kisses (oh how he’s a huge fan of hand kisses, just like the proper gentleman), and of course standard lip kisses. they’re sweet, typically short, but sososo good. the two of you make the most out of those tiny kisses

you’ll also have the hand on your back at all times. that man will not let go. trust me.

if you’re not by his side or close enough that allows him to do this, he’ll seek you out. you tease him for it but he’ll simply tell you it’s to make sure you don’t do something stupid (he’s teasing, he just wants to be with you 24/7)

they’re small but meaningful touches

(which make you go crazy)

you’ll usually lean into him, hand on his chest (he sweats a little every time)

so you’re not “theme park line couple” you’re just…‘keeps it private’ couple!

the team doesn’t see him behind closed doors, which is where his lovey-dovey/certified teddy bear comes out

but when they DO see it? they can’t take him seriously as the team leader anymore :( (jk it makes them respect him more, they just like to tease)

Kaldur’s all neck kisses, cuddles (he’s always in protector mode so he likes being the big spoon for your benefit, but he admits later that he loves being the little spoon…), arms wrapped around each other’s waists, setting your legs over his thighs while y’all are sitting on the couch…slow dancing!

they find a way for you to be able to breathe/see underwater, which means so much to him because that’s where his home is!

he loves spending quality time with you in Atlantis.

swimming around, teaching you tips and tricks, having races (he lets you win every time)

kisses kisses kisses.

and a few make outs here and there…

he also loves getting massages. he never outright asks for them because he doesn’t want to “bother” you but he can admit that he needs them.

he genuinely feels like he’s in heaven when you give him a nice, thorough neck/shoulder massage. he’ll kiss you all over the face afterwards, praising you for being so good to him.

that’s all I got for now!

if y’all request something expect it to be short formed content like this HC. as well as blurbs, random thoughts on (character) x reader, etc.

[underthecrosshold]

Chisaki was wasted

With the MHA manga ending and getting an end to Chisaki’s story I have just a couple of things to say.  Most importantly wtf was that. Fortunately in every other piece of media I chose to consume my favorite character is usually one of the main ones or at the very least they are a fan favorite, originally when I started to watch MHA I fell in love with Bakugou but then everything changed when I saw season four and laid my eyes on Mr. Evil Bird Man. I was not expecting Horikoshi to dive into characters who really despised quirks and their existence. It was a fresh perspective on the series and as we got to learn more about  Chisaki I started to understand him more and more. I know fans of the show sometimes make jokes about being reincarnated into the show and being born with a hammer for a head. At first it would be fun to go into your favorite series, but the implications of that universes rules can seriously mess you up. For example Dabi’s flames burn him. Quirks are not always a blessing they can be a curse, a sickness. 

I believe Chisaki was the first character to bring this up maybe besides characters like Skinner showing that he was bullied for his. Quirks are terrifying when you think about their potential effects, Eri accidentally killed her parents when she got hers and Shigaraki killed his when he manifested an altered version of overhaul. This brings up my next point. Why did nobody dwell on the fact that decay is the first half of overhaul?? Dose this not imply that Chisaki was experimented on as a kid as well? Is that why he is fine doing it to Eri since he clearly shows no remorse to her for his actions, only Pops? Is there some sort of trauma with him and that that he never addressed so he believes that what hypothetically happened to him was okay? Is that why he doesn’t care that he did the same pain onto Eri? This is where my issue lies. Chisaki was used as nothing more than a plot point to push the story further. We barley know anything about him. Why is he the way he is? There are so many unanswered questions. 

Chisaki was used to introduce Nighteye, the big three and Eri’s quirk so there was a way to defeat All For One. He doesn’t get expanded on past the bare minimum which I think is insane for a show that has as many flashbacks that it has. The time line we have is that he was in one of All For Ones orphanages, he was somehow on the streets, Pops picked him up, he got into fights growing up defending his fathers honor and he was never really stopped from continuing to do so, then he’s a grown adult and we see his crazy plan being told to his father and he freaks out to then Kai needing to please and repay him so bad he did with anyway. Did Pops not give him enough love and reassurance growing up? Why did he feel the need to go out of his way to help his family. We know the Yakuza was weaker, were they being mistreated? If so why were they allowed to exist if they were just going to be mistreated?

Next thing I want to talk about is Pops and Kai’s reunion, I’m so upset that Pops was somehow woken up via technology. They should have just left him in the coma if Chisaki wasn’t going to get his quirk back. Now I like how Chisaki didn’t get his quirk back but it would have been so easy for him to with the way other characters quirks evolved, like Toga being able to use other people’s quirks of the blood she took, why couldn’t Overhaul turn into creating matter or having skin touch not just hands touch? How hard was it for Pops to be one of the civilians Shigaraki killed and Kai to go into such a panic that his quirk evolves and he helps the heros or goes after Shigaraki himself??? Which brings me to my next hot take. The only reason people hate Overhaul is because we got to meet his victim personally. Shigaraki, Dabi, Toga, all killed and hurt others but their crimes get overlooked because we never knew the names, faces, or anything really about the people who’s lives were taken. I’m not excusing Overhauls behavior whatsoever because the whole Eri thing was insane. I don’t understand why he couldn’t have just taken her hair, or sweat or something. Why blood??? If he needed her DNA it’s literally all over her, you really needed her blood? Okay crazy. ANOTHER THING THATS CRAZY IS POPS COMMENT. What do you mean Hari should have done better? This guy seems to love putting his problems onto other people, Kai is Hari’s problem, Eri was Kai’s problem. Dude you are his Dad maybe if YOU parented him he wouldn’t have turned out like this. Hari was his somewhat equal you had power not him.

Another thing people get mad about is the killing of Magne, she attacked first, just saying.

Lastly him losing his arms was beautiful irony. Yakuza getting fingers cut off for messing up in missions, him cutting off Compresses arm, him wanting to destroy Quirks. Shigaraki was a twisted genius when cutting off Overhauls arms. I’m not mad about him getting the consequences of his actions. I’m just upset he was never expanded on and the fandom collectively hating his surface level character when he had and has so much potential. 

I might type more later I just wanted to get this off of my chest.

[system-of-a-feather]

People are allowed to hurt others.

Clickbait phrasing aside, I think it is an important thing in life to acknowledge that people - including you - are allowed to hurt people, especially if you are a survivor of trauma. It's one of the things I have to verbally restate to my fiance who relatively recently got hit with the trauma bus after repressing it for a while, but you ARE allowed to hurt people.

Of course, intentionally hurting someone is a dick move.

Of course, unintentionally hurting someone is a sucky situation for them and not a cool and fun thing

Of course, hurting someone is not the ideal but even then

You are allowed to hurt people. It is not this horrible moral failing or evil behavior or completely reprehensible thing to hurt someone. Intentionally or not, if you hurt someone, it is not something that makes you unredeemable or tainted or unlovable or a horrible person.

It is part of human nature - part of life - to every now and again make poor decisions - intentionally or not - that end up affecting another person poorly. May that person be a stranger or a close friend or what not, its just part of life experiences to run into these situations and it is OK to hurt others.

You don't need to be punished. You don't need to grovel. It's not the end of a relationship in any inherent means.

And while it is okay to hurt people, whats the MOST important thing is that when you realize you've hurt someone is to acknowledge it and - if its someone important to you - do what you can to apologize and try not to repeat the mistakes made

But everyone hurts people every now and again.

Expecting yourself and the people in your life to live their entire life without ever getting a speck of dirt on their hands (for those that struggle with analogies, "live their entire life without ever hurting anyone") is something that just won't work out in the long run.

Hurting someone is a singular action that does not have to define your life moving forward.

What does matter is how you handle and respond to it.

[theyanderespecialist]

Base Yandere Rosie Headcanons: Words Are Cheap, Soul Contracts Are Forever 

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with a new chapter! Rosie is the one in this chapter! So let's do this! Enjoy this!] 

(Disclaimer: Rosie is not yandere in canon this is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine just do not be illegal or gross about it! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon!

Disclaimer 2: Eating other people or being a demon that eats other demons is not okay, all the reference to the consumption of others is FICTION. No Demons or Humans were eaten. Rosie is a fictional character that eats demons and yes, when I make this into a video audio record I will do my best to censor.) 

-Base Yandere Headcanons: With Rosie From Hazbin Hotel!- 

.Rosie is an elegant woman. 

.She fell for you right away, you were just someone that she could not and would not live without. 

.She is also a lover of the old-timey stuff, such as music, clothing, and the whole aesthetic of the early 20th century 

.So you can be sure regardless of your gender identity she will make your clothes to blend in with her in a cannibal town. 

.She is a strong and powerful woman with such grace and elegance. 

.She is not someone to mess with though, as she has been an overlord for longer than Alastor most likely. 

.She loves you so much, but she is going to have you live a similar lifestyle. 

.She is very open about her cannibalism and such that she would not mind offering you various limbs to eat. 

.She though will realize if you are not into that and instead starts to cook the meat in it to hide the the cannibal part. She will get you used to eating demons in no time! 

.She is a very loving and affectionate yandere and adores taking care of you. Very mommy energy. 

.She tells you words are cheap and what matters is actions, so she will show you just how much she loves you, cause words are cheap and she needs to show you just how much she loves you. 

.She also is a no-nonsense woman. 

.At least when it comes to rivals, most rivals end up being killed and turned into a yummy meal for her to give you. 

.They wanted to give you their heart, well you can eat their hearts as a lovely roast. (Hannibal Lector style) 

.She would love to make romantic dinners with you, and to have them by candlelight~ 

.She is very forward with her intentions towards you and her love for you, she will make her desires very clear to you. 

.If someone were to hurt you they would not just be killed but have a long and terrible torture done to them so they will suffer and know what they did wrong and regret it. 

.She is a strong leader and the cannibal town follows her command. 

.So if you were to try and run from her, you would be dragged back. 

.She is going to get you in cannibal town and once you are there you will never ever be allowed to escape. 

.She would of course also get you to sign a marriage soul contract. 

.Like I said she shows her love with actions and not just words. 

.So she will get you to be her spouse you will be her co-ruler of cannibal town and you two will live happily ever after. 

.If you do not sign the contract? well, then she got to break your spirit. 

.She did not want to do this, it was something she never ever wanted to do to you, but you forced her hand and she is an overlord, she has to put you in your place. 

.Once she has broken you she will have you sign the contract and then she will build you back up. 

.She takes care of the things that are hers after all~ 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Even though I had a mental breakdown the other day I finally got the draft done! I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!] 

[yourfatherlucifer]

Mafia Ateez Reacts to You Coming Home Hurt (Pt 2)

Mafia!Poly!Ot8!Ateez x afab!reader

Summary: this is a continuation of the first part, Ateez members comfort you at home, after your hospital visit.

Warnings: fluff, crack, bad fanfic, I think that’s all.

Honestly don’t know where I was going with this. Trying to include the members I didn’t have in the last one.

Part 1

-

“Sooooo, we found the people who mugged you-“

“WHY! Didn’t I say not to bother with it! Ugh, you guys never listen!”

“Y/N..come on, we’re just trying to protect you.”

“Yeah well, I’m getting tired of it, Jongho.” I groaned and crossed my arms.

Yeosang was staring at the floor like a sad puppy who had just been scolded. I kind of felt bad, but at the same time I didn’t. These boys never listen to my wishes.

I mean, I should’ve known getting into a relationship with 8 mafia men would include this.

Seonghwa pushed open my bedroom door, I couldn’t read his emotions, “Stop yelling at them, love. We love you. We care about you too.”

As he sat next to me on my bed, he pulled me into his arms.

“You’re our little utopia, Y/N, we can’t allow anything to happen to you, nor let anyone get away with harming you.”

I sighed, this overprotective aura from them was suffocating. Maybe if I just slip away to Yunho’s room.

-

I ran into the tallest males room, “Yunho, save me!”

Yunho looked away from his computer, setting down his controller, “huh?”

I could hear two pairs of footsteps running down the hall, so I jumped into his arms, “They’re being suffocating!”

His chair rolled back harshly from the sudden action.

“What is going on?” Yunho had wrapped his arms around me as I straddled his lap.

The door burst open just as he asked that.

“Yunho! Give her up!” Jongho shouted while pointing at me.

“No! I’m not going back to my room! You guys are doing too much!” I buried my face into Yunho’s neck.

Seonghwa sighed, “Alright. That’s it. I’m getting Hongjoong.”

I tensed up at the mention of his name. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Seonghwa smirked at me before opening his mouth, “HON-“

I scrambled over to him to shut his mouth, clamping a hand over it.

“Okay okay! I’ll go back to my room! You’re such a jerk, Hwa.”

-

I sat on my bed pouting with my arms crossed, Jongho and Yeosang staring at me.

“Why do I have to even be in my room?”

“Because, soon the rest of us have to roll out to get the people who hurt you. We need you to stay here and not leave the room, we know the whole mansion is safe. But we don’t need you distracting the others as they get ready.”

“What about Wooyoung? I haven’t seen him?”

“Wooyoung is busy, hon. I��m sorry. Remember he’s visiting his family?” Jongho mentioned.

“Oh.”

-

“Uh- well I see you guys clearly had fun torturing them.”

All seven men stopped in their tracks, frozen in place.

“Heh..”

Each one of them at least had a little blood on them.

“Didn’t I say to stay in your roo-“

“Shut up, Jjong.”

[astroyongie]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Heaven and Back

Parings: Sunghoon x Reader

Warnings: slight smut, mentions of drug and alcohol intake, poor mental health, sub intendo of auto harmful behaviors.

Read with: https://open.spotify.com/intl-pt/track/1JdQibdvxgcrB8Rv1KFndw?si=0a3f35afa0414d89

It was ringing. The loud sound of the music bombing against your earbuds and people punching each other to get inside the club made you a little too alert. It had been your idea really. To come clubbing, in a pathetic attempt to numb the feeling inside your chest due to your breakup. You had exaggerated your makeup, done your hair nicely, asked your nail tech to give your hands a second life and your short dress glued to your curve like a glove.

You were self conscious. But at this particular moment, you would have traded your soul with the devil if it meant to feel anything but the hurt that was consuming your being. Your friend had warned you, this club was different, it wasn't the type of club one would come to just have fun.

You knew it. Yet, you wanted to know what it felt like to go hell and back. 

“Are you sure you wanna do this, y/n?” 

Your friend yelled at your ear which only made you laugh. You had drowned your 3 shots in less than half an hour, still not tipsy enough to join the crowd dancing. Laying before you on the countertop, was your half drunken drink, vodka with coke if you remembered well. What you hadn’t expected was the bartender to slip in front of you what seemed to be a yellow pill with a smiley face on it. A pill of ecstasy. 

Honestly, if anyone said to you that you would one day be in one of Itaewon's most renowned nightclubs, drinking to your heart’s content and getting high, you would have laughed at their face.

But shit happens. And right now, your heart was too broken, too foul to even rationalize the danger of your actions. No, you weren’t sure. Probably mixing alcohol and this type of stimulant was a terrible idea, but you were past the curiosity. You just wanted the pain to stop. As long as you could numb these feelings on your chest and forget about that prick that broke your heart, you would be fine.

“C’mon, don’t think I would puss out of this!” you said with a loud voice, almost like you were trying to reassure yourself. The music was resonating loudly, the atmosphere of the club humid and thick in smoke. The scent of alcohol and cigarettes was heavy, it made your eyes cry but it also emptied your mind of any feeling. 

Without a second thought you popped the pill inside your mouth, using the vodka to wash it away. Your face scrunched at the bitter taste before you yelled in excitement. Taking your friend by her arms you dragged her to the dance floor ready to allow your mind to turn into nothing putty. 

“Hey, are you sure you are alright?” Your friend asked, their worried features making you want to get violent. You hated when people took pity on you.

“I am fine, geez stop asking and just let me have fun!”

“Fine, just don’t get yourself in trouble!”

You ignored them, proceeding with your sloppy and most certainly, embarrassing dance moves. The music was loud, the beat hitting your eardrums as you danced to the sound, laughing. Sticky bodies danced around you, and you tried to blend in with their mouvements, allowing yourself to release the pressure on your shoulders. You could feel the effects of ecstasy hitting your body. You felt lighter, not worried about the thoughts of others. It felt euphoric. You closed your eyes, allowing the music to take possession of your body as you moved without a care of the world. 

Feeling a soft hand on your smaller back, you open your eyes. Behind you, a young man stood there, his light brown hair falling gently over his eyes. He looked amused by you, a soft smile on his lips as he leaned into your ear.

“Sorry, but you have been sticking on me.” 

“I was?” You asked, turning around to face him before leaning to answer, talking over the music. He smelled like vanilla. “Sorry about that”

“It’s fine,” The stranger boy said, locking eyes with you for a moment, before adding “You okay?”

“Shit, yeah sorry!” you said, almost stumbling on your own feet. His hands gripped your waist tighter, not allowing you to fall. “What’s your name?” You asked, obvious of his actions, your own brain functioning way slower than usual. 

The boy smiled wide. “Sunghoon”

“Well, Sunghoon, you are gorgeous!”

“And you are drunk” 

You shrugged, not caring. In another context you would have been ashamed of yourself and ask forgiveness for your shameless behavior, but with the drug in your system you couldn't care less. You felt way too satisfied. 

“Sunghoon, wanna dance with me?”

You asked, grabbing the boy by the collar of his white shirt. He didn't struggle, instead he offered you a nod, his hands lazily going to your hips, without putting much pressure in case you changed your mind. 

You smirked, the foreign feeling of having someone else touching you, making you elated. Dancing with Sunghoon proved to be way easier than what you thought. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you swung your body left and right at the rhythm of the music. He followed your movements easily, a little smile plastered on his face. 

His eyes watched you attentively and you grinned. This was so much easier when the drug and alcohol were in your system and you didn't care about the dumbass of your ex anymore. Your heart felt light and for a moment, you wanted nothing more but to enjoy this. You felt Sunghoon’s lips travel close to your neck, without totally touching you. The ghosting feeling makes you tighten your grip around him. 

“Stop teasing me”

You groaned, pulling yourself closer to him, directing his face to your own lips. The kiss was subtle, yet needy. Sunghoon wasted no time in licking your bottom lip before slipping his tongue inside your mouth. The sinful sound you made was muffled by the loud music in the background, your bodies still moving together.

You kissed him back, until you were forced to break apart from the lack of air. You licked your lips flashing him a smile before you turned your body around. This time, Sunghoon’s hands gripped your waist firmly as your body grinned against his, your hips moving sensually against his bulge. You couldn’t hear him but you felt his body rigid against yours. This felt way more nice than what you were expecting.

“What’s your name?” Sunghoon asked, his hot breath against your ear making you shiver. You turned your head slightly to answer him

“Y/n” 

He hummed in response, capturing your lips in the process. The kiss was slower, more passionate and wet. He moved his tongue slowly against yours, his hands shamelessly traveling from your exposed thigh, up to your waist. You could feel everything, from his breath and his taste and it was driving you crazy. You needed more. You needed him more, that was a certainty. 

“Wanna go somewhere quieter?” Sunghoon asked against your lips, planting a few light ones along between his words. 

You agreed with a nod of your head. Parting away from you, Sunghoon held your hand before pulling you away from the dancefloor. At this point, you didn't even remember your friend and honestly, you didn't care at all. The people started to be less and less, and the moment you got more air to breathe, you felt your legs weak. A crashing wave of sickness making your body shiver in cold sweat.

“Hey, you okay?” Sunghoon asked as you both reached the bottom of the staircases, that led you to the lounge. It was not a private space, but it provided comfort for those who needed a breath from the euphoria happening downstairs. You nodded your head. “Yea, I just want you” You murmured, trying to reach on your tiptoes to kiss him. When your lips were on his earlier, you didn’t feel this awful. Sunghoon leaned down, kissing you once again. The kiss was this time softer, almost caring and you felt your whole body shake in need. Or perhaps it was the effects of alcohol and drugs finally catching you up for your mistakes. 

When he broke apart again, Sunghoon helped you up the stairs until you both reached the lounge. His hands were still on your body, leading you to one of the empty red couches. When you finally sat down, you felt your head turning, the dizzy feeling making you nauseous. You felt Sunghoon sit next to you, but you could barely see him. The strong scent of vanilla was the only thing stopping you from dripping into unconsciousness. 

“You okay?” Sunghoon asked once again, his hand on your exposed thigh burning your skin. His voice was worried, but when looking at his face, you couldn't even process his facial expression. You nodded, your hands searching for his warmth as you tried to pull him into yet, another kiss. His lips moved gracefully against your, and you were aware of how pathetic you might look, the boiling feeling reaching your stomach.

A bad trip? you thought. The drug was making you feel sick, and even the sweet taste of sunghoon wasn’t erasing that unsettling feeling of guilt inside your mind. Your 3 years relationship had just finished and you were coping miserably. Instead of facing your emotions, you were in a club drugged, drunk and kissing this nice stranger. 

You wanted to throw up. No, you didn't have the energy for that, you were just feeling yourself slip away. Were you going to die in the arms of a stranger?

Sunghoon pulled away, his gaze watching you. You faintly noticed his seriousness. His hand caressed your cheek and you felt your skin wet. Were you crying? 

“You lied, you are not fine. You are terrified.”

The graveness of his voice made you break. Without controlling your body anymore, you sobbed in shame, hiding your face in your hands. Sunghoon gently held you, pulling you close to his body. 

“I don’t want to die. But I feel like I am dying, why everything hurt so much”

“It 's okay.. I am here.”

Sunghoon held you, the warmness of his body calming the waves of shivers running down your spine. This was beyond sad. Grinding on a stranger and crying on his arms like you have known him all your life. 

“I wanted to feel heaven. But why am I feeling like hell?.”

“Y/n?, hey y/n”

The sound of Sunghoon’s voice became muffled, as if he was meters away from you. The lights were getting dim and you felt your ears rigging. And then, nothing. The darkness you had tried to run away from, crawling back to you and swallowing you whole.  

You were finally doing it. Going to Heaven and back. 

[inmymagnetoera]

SO.

I decided to write a little fic for @xaviersjames because like, they comment and reblog on almost all my posts and oh my god?? AND THEY DO SUPPORT MY FICS?? OH MY GOD?? Anyway, I hope you like it! It's not very long and it's not one of my best works but it's something with Flirty!Erik and Frustrated!Charles so it MUST be good.

To all the people, I remind you that I accept requests to write fics!♡

Hope you like this!♡

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It's a date!

“Just so you know… this is not a date.” Charles said crossing his arms in front of his chest as he watched Erik order a bottle of red wine.

“And why should it be, my friend?” Erik asked giving the blonde waitress a brief smile, Charles snorted as the girl's ears turned red from his friend's action.

“We're here to recruit mutants, Erik. We could park our car outside and wait for the owner to come out. We didn't need to do… this.” He said looking around. it seemed like they had chosen the worst day to do this farce. The place was full of couples holding hands and looking at each other with sweet eyes full of affection.

“Our target has a mutation that allows him to turn everything he touches into wood, if we met him outside and he thought we could hurt him we would be in danger and I don't want to carry your wooden ass around if he did something." He said jokingly placing the napkin on his lap. For a man who had spent much of his life on the run, Erik sure knew how to act like a gentleman.

“Misters, do you want to order?” asked the blonde waitress who was standing a little too close to Erik for Charles' liking.

“Of course, I'll have the steak with vegetables.” Erik said handing the menu to the girl.

“And for your friend?” She asked, looking at Charles with a smile a little less broad than the one she had reserved for the metallokinetic.

“Oh, for me…”

“My boyfriend will get the chicken, thank you so much honey.” He said handing the other menu to the girl as well. The blonde had wide eyes and her mouth slightly open but nodded, hesitantly walking away from the table.

“What the hell do you think you're doing?!” Charles asked him in what was more like a hiss than a human voice.

“Oh c'mon, that was fun.” Erik said smiling with all his teeth. Charles sighed.

“Here is your food.” The blonde waitress hadn't brought their plates, in her place was a little boy with dark, curly hair. Charles felt strangely pleased that the girl had not returned.

“What do you think of the chicken, my love?” Erik asked while the boy was still next to them. Charles choked on his mouthful and drank some wine to recover.

"It's good."

“Stop it now!” He sent him telepathically

“Oh, I was sure of it, on the other hand I know how much you like chicken.” He winked at him and reached out to take Charles' hand in his.

Charles didn't know what to say anymore and continued eating, thinking of a plan to get revenge on Erik.

After dinner and after having tried in vain to convince the owner of the restaurant to join them, the two returned to their car.

“At least the food was good.” Erik said as he got into the driver's seat. Charles nodded and the two headed back towards the villa. The telepath smiled at the thought of what was about to happen.

“Erik, how could you hide this from me?!: Mystique ran down the stairs, practically throwing herself at Erik.

“Tell you… what?” Erik asked more confused than ever.

“You proposed to my brother without telling me, you bastard! You should have asked for my blessing!” Raven slapped his arm and continued to yell at him. Erik looked at Charles with frightened eyes.

“Oh yes, didn't I tell you, love? I may have told my little sister that you proposed to me, and she probably told it to all the other kids, so have fun explaining this to them.” He said walking past the two and heading towards his room.

“Charles, wait!” Erik said as Sean and Alex ran towards him for more information.

“Have fun with our students, dear. On the other hand, you will decide who will bring us the wedding rings on the big day.”

The scream that went up from all the kids, Erik included, and the “I'll do it!” Which mixed together, accompanied Charles' happy thoughts for a long time.

[imtrashraccoon]

This took me longer than I wanted but, not to beat a dead horse, I blame writer's block. It works out though because someone just reached two hundred followers! I hear she has a whiteboard up if any of you feel like participating...

@superbfirnacho Consider this a gift; thanks for being a good friend! (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ

Ivymare: Pirate Edition

Laughter and music echoed from the deck but Captain Nightmare was holed up in the bridge, pouring over a series of maps. He wasn't one to engage in partying but he wouldn't keep his crew from doing the same. Besides, they deserved to have some fun after how successful the last raid went.

The riotous party seemed to grow louder for a moment before once again fading into the background as the door was opened and softly closed. Nightmare barely glanced up from his desk as the intruder padded over to his side, after all, there was only one person on his ship who would so boldly approach him like this.

He was suddenly enveloped in a hug from behind. Although the action came as a surprise, he managed to stay calm and only stiffened up a little bit. Coming from anyone else and he would've pinned them to the table with his bare hands for even daring to touch him without permission but he'd grown softer lately.

"What do you want?" he growled quietly. He was a little annoyed at the prospect of being interrupted but it was hard to actually be angry with her.

"I want to know why you're hiding away while everyone's out there celebrating."

Nightmare sighed and ran a hand down his face. "Ivy..."

"Come on... Come dance with me, Nighty," she begged as she leaned heavily against his shoulders.

He huffed and half-heartedly attempted to push her off. "You wouldn't want to see me dance..."

Ivy's arms remained firmly wrapped around him and if anything her grip only tightened, allowing her to press her body up against his back. Nightmare silently cursed whatever gods had decided to vex him with such a bewitching woman.

Ivy was unlike any other being he'd encountered while sailing the Seven Seas. She was as beautiful as she was clever and she was also quick on her feet, unlike most people he'd had the displeasure of meeting. Her skin was as smooth as porcelain and softer than fine satin. Her hair was on the shorter side with a natural wave and perfectly framed the pair of stubby horns resting on the crown of her head. The only aspect of her that wasn't seemingly perfect were her eyes. Indeed, her left was a warm brown while her right was a brilliant green that reminded him of the first Spring shoots, but he found them beautiful regardless of their uniformity.

"Please?" she asked. "How about if I give you a kiss, hm~?"

"I... Damn it, woman. You can't just-" His protests were interrupted when she planted a soft kiss on his cheekbone.

"There, now you have to come dance with me~" she whispered.

He felt a strange warmth flood his cheekbones and his soul did a little flip at the gesture. He fought to keep a straight face and get his magic under control since he'd never hear the end of it if she realized that her charms had this much of an effect on him.

He hated to admit it but he liked it whenever she touched him. Since joining his crew, the icy shell around his soul had cracked, letting the warmth of her affections steadily seep in. A part of him feared the day when she'd inevitably shatter the defenses he'd built up over the years, but maybe she was different from everyone else?

Nightmare hummed softly and cupped the side of her face. He had to be mindful of his claws so as to not mar her delicate skin but he wouldn't dream of intentionally hurting her. He felt her smile widen beneath his phalanges and he'd be lying if he said touching her like this wasn't enjoyable.

Maybe he would humour her, just this once. It wasn't as if he didn't know how to dance since he'd had the opportunity to learn many of the classics growing up. He just didn't like the thought of dancing in front of people, let alone his rowdy crew.

He turned his face to nuzzle against the side of her neck. She always smelled so sweet, like a rare blossom from a far off land, even amid the scent of the ocean's salty spray. He hummed again before pulling back to look at her.

Before he could respond, his eyelight fell on a series of faint lines along her neck. She didn't have very many scars and the ones she did have, she'd mostly received from scuffles since joining his crew. The weird thing was that these lines were much too straight and clean to just be scars.

So then, what were they?

He didn't want to believe what he was seeing but he knew there was no mistaking it.

She'd deceived him.

She was no better than any other woman he'd encountered.

"Nighty? Is something wrong?"

His eyelight snapped to her face and he frowned. She was giving him a concerned look, which normally was enough to make him melt, but not this time.

He pushed her off, somewhat roughly, and turned back to his desk. "No means no, woman. I'm not coming to dance tonight," he growled through clenched teeth.

"Oh..." Ivy started to reach for him but stopped herself, letting her hand drop back to her side. "I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to upset you..."

He clenched his fists, barely keeping his anger contained. He knew she was probably upset at how harsh he'd been but he didn't care. He just wanted her to leave him alone so that he could think.

She seemed hurt and confused but didn't thankfully, was smart enough not to try pressing further. With a disappointed sigh, she turned and left the bridge.

He should've known this would happen.

He smacked his skull against the desk and let out a frustrated growl.

He remembered the day he'd found her. The crew had stopped at a small inlet to rest when she stepped out of the forest wearing nothing but rags. He'd kept his crew from hurting her, although only after she'd knocked Killer to the ground for getting in her face.

She claimed that she'd run away from an arranged marriage but the ship she was on had wrecked, leaving her stranded on the island. She hadn't wanted to talk about where she was from or who her betrothed had been but this wasn't really that unusual considering how many of his crew also had unfortunate backstories.

Nightmare was almost immediately smitten by her. Not only was she strong but she had courage to stand up for herself. She was also gorgeous in his opinion and seemed to have a sort of wisdom about her. He liked that. There were very few women that acted in this manner, so he'd allowed her to come aboard the ship and eventually he'd even let her join his crew when she'd more than proven that she could hold her own in a fight.

But it had all been a lie.

She was a siren. A pathetic parasite of the sea who only deceived and hurt the desperate.

He was just starting to think that she might be special, maybe even the one person who truely understood him.

He wouldn't do anything right away, not while a celebration was going on anyways. Instead, he would do what he needed to do quietly. It would be best, just in case she had gotten her claws into any of his crew as well.

Standing from his desk, he readjusted his coat and made his way to the door. His soul was heavy but his mind was writhing with anger. One way or another, he would find out the truth.

He stepped out of the bridge and scanned the crowd of revelers until his eyelight fell on the one person he needed right now. Thankfully, his first mate was quick to notice and soon made his way from the party to his side.

"something the matter, captain?"

Nightmare narrowed his good eye socket at Killer's jovial tone. "I need you to do something but not right this moment..."

~~~

"it's done."

Nightmare looked up as Killer entered the bridge. "Did anyone else see you?" he asked.

"nah, i convinced her to help me find something and then locked her in the brig. she was so mad..." Killer chuckled. "she probably just thinks i'm messing with her and will let her out later."

"And what if she convinces someone else to do so?"

Killer grinned and produced a key from his pocket. "unless they want to make a lot of noise by destroying the cage, they'll need to talk to you or myself."

Nightmare nodded before growing more serious. "You didn't hurt her, right?" he asked in a quieter tone.

"just her pride, captain."

"Good. Not a word of this to anyone until I talk to her or I'll make sure you won't speak again, got it?"

Killer nodded and mimed sealing his non-existent lips. "yeah yeah, loose lips sink ships and all that."

"I mean it," Nightmare growled.

~~~

Nightmare didn't venture into the hold until late in the afternoon. It was partially because he wanted to be alone when he confronted her but also because he felt conflicted about what he should do.

Ivy had been sitting on the floor but she quickly scrambled to her feet when he approached. Her ears twitched each time he took a step and by the way her eyes scanned his face he knew that she was anxious. Then, she smiled at him. It was the same cheery smile she always wore but he noticed it was a slightly strained this time.

"If this is your idea of fun, I'm not sure I like it. Cause I'm pretty sure this isn't how bondage usually works~" she teased.

Nightmare felt his cheekbones grow slightly warm but managed to get control of himself. How could she make such a joke now? Surely, she knew what was going on, right?

"Why would you hide something so important from me?" he asked quietly.

"Huh? I've never hidden anything from you, Nighty..."

He narrowed his eye socket at her and let out a low growl. "Do I need to throw you over the side to prove my point?"

Her eyes widened and she inhaled sharply, but at least she didn't try to lie again.

"Why did you deceive me?" he reiterated his previous question.

She lowered her gaze and said nothing for what felt like several minutes. "I didn't have much of a choice but to deceive you... Not if I wanted to live anyways..." she finally whispered.

It was true that he had a ruthless reputation. He never hesitated to kill during raids and he didn't stop his crew from doing so either. At the very least no one could accuse him of discrimination since he killed men, women, humans, monsters, mermaids, and sirens alike.

"I hated being a siren. I just, I wanted to experience the world like everyone else." She hesitated for a moment before making eye contact again. "Think what you want, but my feelings for you were never a lie."

She spoke with conviction and as the seconds dragged on, refused to look away. Tears pooled at the corners of her eyes, threatening to overflow, and yet her determination held firm.

Nightmare broke first and looked away with a frown. He'd killed hundreds for less and yet he couldn't bear to do the same to her. Why was it so hard to hate her for what she did?

He moved closer to the bars and when Ivy didn't back away, he reached out to cup her cheek with his hand. He carefully wiped away her tears with his thumb as he scanned her face.

"My feelings for you were never been a lie..." he repeated.

[jev-urisk]

A Musing Monday 🎐

Today i'm musing about connections and how they are often synonymous with our opportunities, our ability to survive, and our thoughts- therefor changing who we are and who will become. Also coin metaphors 🪙

Last Tuesday out of the blue one of my partners was laid off, he started a new job two days later because he knows people who work at a cabinet mill. 🙏

My family made the most healing ratatouille that we ate off of all weekend because someone I know from work had too many eggplants. 🍆📈

We got our house thanks to the efforts of a friend with a real-estate license. I got the contact info for my current therapist from a girlfriend. I have a song stuck in my head from a child I work with and I pick up catchphrases from people on tv and I know how to do pushups for the 1st time in my life bc an online friend taught me how. 🔥💪

Its fun and frightening to think about- that we are obelisks of pennies created from every person that gave us their two cents 🪙🪙

If every trait, thought, inclination, or idea of yours was a coin- which of your coins are old, passed down through the generations until they were shuffled into your hands? Which are invaluable? Like my dads tendency to accept things (like my gayness and transness and polyness) as long as no one is getting hurt, which I know he got from my grandfather ❤️. Which coins are a burden you dont know how to get rid of? Like my mother's propensity to say "It could be worse, think of__ (children in Africa, Houseless folk, etc)" which has become my tendency to minimize my own experiences and neglect to give myself breaks 🫠. Which coins did you find on the sidewalk and which sit with you in your car? Which are made of metals you're allergic to? Which are tarnished and scratched but still good? Which coins of yours are most valuable to you? 🎐

There are so many times in my life where I felt like I couldn't get a leg up, and the only way I got through was stacking pennies, adding up my connections and the ghosts of connections past to try to escape the pit..

With that in mind I want to take a moment to shout out the change (🥁) that others have gifted me with recently, cuz boy buddy have I needed to stack pennies lately, but have been so blessed to have so many new coins.

Thanks @sableglass, the fire you put into the world ignited action into me. I spent a year lamenting the loss of a job until your 'fuck it we ball' attitude inspired me to get resolved about that 🤽‍♂️. I got a job offer today. You helped me get here.

Thanks @the-golden-comet , you were one of the first writblr blogs I came across. You shaped my idea of tumblr to be something positive and uplifting during a very hard time for me 🫂. Your stories are so free and wild (🐳💦) and wonderful that they changed my outlook on being a writer and that what im 'allowed' to put in a story is anything but a limiting factor. You taught me that the course of a day can be changed with a simple frog gif and that you dont necessarily need to know someone to know how much they care. 🐸💕

Thanks to @tragedycoded for DMLS and @words-after-midnight for Libaw. Yall write the mentalscape of various conditions so well that im taking better care of myself 🧠🌿. I'm more proud of the work I've put into myself. And i'm becoming proud of the person I could have become but didn't.

Thank you to @lychhiker-writes for being my first homie on tumblr and for letting me vent my various frustrations into your dms 😏😅, and for being a brave and honest alpha reader for 7C.

Thank you @wyked-ao3 and @cowboybrunch and @gioiaalbanoart for being such great cheerleaders for my writing 😭💕 seeing yall connect and feel your feelings in my comments gives me so much hope and happiness and I honesty dont thank yall enough. I finally finished ch8 (no, really, check the doc 👀) and your encouragement helped me really embrace Seeker, who I used to think was too boring, and get that chapter finished 🏁.

There are so many others and I'm sorry for not naming them all 🙏 but if I have read your work, thank you. If I follow you or you follow me, thank you. If we have ever bonked together in a discord chat like two wayward beyblades 💞- *Thank You*

Today, I feel like I'm finally out of the pit, and it's thanks to the random 2 cents and spare change yall have gifted me. Your influence is priceless. 🥰💰

(Still no taglist for Monday posts yet, hmu if you'd like to be on it!)

[spaceless-vacuum]

Salutations! I was wondering if you are up to writing another Yandere Ganondorf. I previously read one you wrote, where Ganondorf tries to romance an heir to a small kingdom, and I was wondering if you are willing to write another with a similar plot. I quite like how the reader gives in to Ganondorf to save their people from ‘war’, but I would like to see how Ganon would react if he was denied. I would like to see the reader as cold and wary of Ganon’s attention and honesty and preferring to prepare for war instead of allowing Ganon the pleasure of their hand. Scared that they would be hurt if they fall to Ganondorf’s whims, even telling it to his face before abruptly leaving. It would be nice to see it! Thank you and have a pleasant day!

Ganondorf by nature is a very wise and cunning man. Every action he makes is carefully planned out and he is being heavy handed for a reason. He knows that this is the easiest way he can get what he wants from you. If he pushes the people above you, you'll have no choice but to bend the knee. Your refusal to bend not only makes him want you more because it makes you a tougher catch, but it also shows you're not simply willing to bend to him. That protective spark shows up and he both wants to take you away from the people who would withhold your freedom from you and give you to him; and he wants to help them push you further to him. He plays both sides of the field and will win either way. In his eyes it's all a matter of time. You have nowhere to run. If nothing else works he'll just run through your kingdom with an army but that is hardly any fun, and you need a reminder that he knows more than you do about this.

He gains a rush by being able to force others to bend to his power. It proves to him that he is above everyone and while he wants you to submit he also really enjoys it when you don't. Something about a defiant streak really just proves to him that he made a great choice in his darling.

Ganondorf isn't known for being a kind ruler or even a kind man to those who oppose him. He is willing to steal from anyone and will kill people for simple insults and it's clear he doesn't care for the lives of anyone in your kingdom. It wouldn't be hard to rally the people to your cause. You could even convince some senators as well, but by the time you speak to them you're going to realise that Ganondorf already has approached them. He's no stranger to the darker sides of people's hearts, he is a demon's rage reincarnated, they deal in sweet but evil packages, and he knows how to worm evil into people's hearts. He has spies in your walls and they are more than willing to help if the price is right.

They won't leave with their heads and if you suggest for it he will happily execute all those worthless worms who would dare sell you out. Anyone who stands by you is a threat- but anyone who sells you out is dead.

The whole time this is going on he's dancing around the topic of marriage and why he wants your hand. The way he dances around it to your face doesn't stop him from being heavy handed. You're blunt and not afraid of speaking your mind. He loves the way you're not afraid of him. You don't hide what you're thinking or how you feel just to appease him. It doesn't stop him from pulling you into his lap, sending you gifts, giving you clothes that are only suited for his homeland, requesting you come home with him, or even saying to your face what it is he wants to do with you once this game is over. He enjoys it more because you're willing to stand up to him and call him out on how his actions are inappropriate.

Ganondorf loves the chase and the thrill of the hunt and you darling, will make a magnificent prize once your kingdom is set to sorrow. Losing their ruling family will be such a loss. Especially once the kingdom's heir is taken from them. He doesn't want to hurt you but he does want you to come at least somewhat willingly. Even if that means war he will certainly do that. It would set him back a bit to do so but he's done more for less. 

The people of your country think you're so strong and kind hearted to stand up against him. You had to outmanoeuvre him without giving yourself up, which is hard to do against a man who is used to getting what he wants through both brute force and cunning.

Offering him a slap to the face, metaphorically and possible literally, was expected but he will make you pay for that. He enjoys a feisty prize but he can't stand to appear weaker and will have to teach you a lesson. probably by killing your people and blaming it all on you. He won't play fair and once he has you in his arms. Rubbing your loss in your face while talking about how this all could have been avoided if only you let him step on you to get what he wants.

He hates being bored so having a chase is good for him. He still showers you in gifts and takes you out to show you off but having to plan out ways to keep you by his side by force or manipulated compliance is such a threat to his ego. The goal is to one day have you as a loving spouse he can dote on but for now all of this political talk will keep him happy. For now. 

Being able to see you all warmed up to him after the years of backlash will warm his heart…just a little. Now he just has to convince you to let him start a family.

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What are we..?

Billy Hargrove X Reader

Description: You’ve been seeing eachother for weeks so…what are you?

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She sat quietly in the middle of his bed as she watched him work out. His cut off tank top clung to his body because the sweat dripping off of him, his muscles bulging with each rep.

After another minute she sighs rather dramatically before standing from the bed and walking over to him. “Billy…”

He stops his workout as he raises a brow and stares up at her questioningly

She takes a deep breath before rubbing her hand down her face as she contemplates how to ask the question that’s been weighing on her for weeks now. “What are we?”

He sets the weights down as his questioning stare turns into a surprised one. “What the hell do you mean?”

She groans as she makes her way back over and plops down on the edge of his bed “I mean, we’ve been seeing eachother for weeks, you literally took my virginity but also you haven’t given us a label so are we just…friends, or…?”

He smirks as he slowly stands from the workout bench before making his way over and sitting himself down next to her. “That’s a good question…what do you want us to be?”

“I don’t want to be another notch on your belt but…I know you’ve been sleeping with other people.”

That made his back straighten as he looked down at his lap, the smirk smirk in his face disappearing “So you do know…”

She nods as she wraps her arms around herself, anxiety filling her whole body as she watches his reaction. A long sigh leaves his mouth as he runs a hand through his hair roughly. After a moment he moves closer to her, his arms wrapping around her shoulders as he pulls her closer to him. “Are you…jealous or upset?”

“Both…” she mumbles as her head flops against his shoulder. The action caused a frown to form on his face, guilt formed in his gut, a feeling he wasn’t used to whatsoever. He wrapped his arms around her and gently pulls him into his lap allowing her to rest against his chest comfortably. “There is no reason to be jealous…i’m yours…”

She shakes her head as she sits up and glares back at him, her eyebrow raised questioningly “Yet you sleep with other girls?”

He reaches his hand up and runs his hand through her hair, playing with the strands and and gently wrapping his fingers around them.

“But they are…nothing to me. I’m just having some fun with them. But they don’t mean anything to me…you do.”

She groans as she flops back on the bed now laying across his lap. “But I don’t like it!”

“I know you don’t love…” He gently puts his finger under her chin, gently lifting her head up to so that she looks at him directly in his eyes. He could see the mixture of emotions in her eyes, hurt, confusion and anger… “You wanna know why I do it?”

She rolls her eyes as she gently swats his hand away and grumbles with a huff “Because you’re a whore!”

“Damn woman, that was a bit harsh.” He laughs, his smirk returning to his face as he yanked her up back onto his lap. One of his hands gently moves to her hip, rubbing it gently. “But no, that’s not why I do it.”

“I do it because…” he starts, pausing for a moment as he runs his hand from her hip, up her waist, till it’s resting on her face. He gently caressed her cheek, the pad of his thumb rubbing against her soft skin

“I’ve never been in a proper relationship before. I’ve been with girls, but I’ve never really cared about them the way I care…about you. It’s all been fun and games. Nothing serious”

She once again swats his hand away from her as she glares at him “Then stop being a jack ass and keep your dick in your pants unless you are getting it out for me!”

“Yeah…I think I can do that..” he says with a smirk as he gently tilted her chin up, looking down at her. He looked into her eye, his amused ones meeting her frustrated ones. He leans down so that their faces were close close to eachother…close enough to touch “You’re mine right…?”

She slowly nods, her frustration dying down as she relaxes against him and lays her head on his shoulder “and you’re mine…”

“Yes I am my little princess…” he wraps his arms around her and held her close to him. He loved how she fit in his arms so perfectly, he couldn’t believe he hadn’t committed to her sooner. Now she was his and he wasn’t letting her go anytime soon.