#2 bc it's hot. he deserves to be a little bit sexy
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myballsitchaurghouchie Ā· 3 months ago
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Mannnnnn i don't wanna figure out Shamura's design
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josephtrohman Ā· 2 months ago
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As the president of the joe trohman nation, do you have any favorite joe era?
in short, the answer is yes! BUT with some caveats/technically i have THREE answers to this question even. i mean there is an answer i give for what is my singular favourite but i am a deeply annoying person, so... AND im also gonna put pics from the eras for fun bc any excuse to look at my fav joe pics. sorry anon if you didnt expect this level of answer but i am the president after all (put under the cut cuz. yeah)
so. first things first. if i had to narrow it down to just ONE era of joe as my favourite, it would be infinity on high era for sure. especially pre-beard, but with beard is great too.
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some of my fav pre-beard joe looks ^ (HIM IN THE THNKS FR TH MMRS MV ESPECIALLY MY GAWDDDD THATS MY HUSBAND ON OUR WEDDING DAY FR. ok sorry)
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BUT OBVIOUSLY. BEARDED IOH ERA ^ IS SO SO FUCKING FINEEEEE AS WELL god. (and the look he had at the 2007 vmas my gawddd you know the one). middle picture makes me crazy especially, red plaid and bi colours hat iykyk, n itā€™s currently my pfp on twt ;3
infinity on high era has been my fav for soooo sooo long, and it was definitely a crisis moment for me when i turned 23 and was like šŸ˜€ oh im older than joe was in this era. great. but even despite that i think it still will continue to be my fav era prob forever <3 (and of course unfortunately my feelings get a little bit complex about this era because of what we know from joe's book, knowing what he was struggling with. but i dont wanna get into that lmao...but at the same time i had to acknowledge the elephant in the room)
ok. so. like i said if i had to give one answer, the above would be mine <3 BUT heres some other thoughts i have.
my CURRENT fav joe era is 2009 post-haircut bearded joe (as maybe evidenced by my pfp). MY GAWD. MY GAWD. as a 24-almost-25-year-old, I DESERVE A 24-ALMOST-25-YEAR-OLD JOE.
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not to mention how much they were putting fake blood/injuries on this man in bnd pt 2 tour!!! crazy!!!!!!!
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okay and then my third answer is not just in terms of looks (although my god.....my god) but i would be remiss to not mention CURRENT ERA JOE AS FAV. because he's out here being sexy as hell, playing music with his friends, having fun, looking hot, being dilfy, so on and so forth... (this includes tourdust/2ourdust but since i saw joe in person at ayf it rewired something in my brain cuz heā€™s soooo fucking hot in person, so 2 ayf pics, and then also the first one the pic before download that Also rewired my brain šŸ˜µā€šŸ’«). also since theyā€™re really new still hereā€™s middle pic source and right pic source
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OKAY AND THEN ONE HONOURABLE MENTION, late 2015 joe is so so special to me bc 2 of my fav pics joe of alllll time (prob both in my top 5 at least) come from then<3 here r the pics
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was that a needlessly long winded answer to ur relatively simple question? yes for sure but i hope u enjoyed lovely anon <3
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gonegrove Ā· 1 year ago
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around what time in the show's timeline do you think chrissy and billy would get together?
personally i think somewhere in between season 2 and 3 since there's like, almost a whole school year between them and all that. not even taking into account in those calculations that he dies n shit just i think that it makes sense.
chrissy is popular even if she's not yet the Queen of Hawkins High (i'm assuming some senior girl is but who knows) so she's definitely on his radar and in his social circle so he's aware of her.
and i do think it's billy pursuing at first because there's no universe where chrissy has the courage to actively go after a dude with out like COMICAL amount of gassing up from others kjdfhgskjlghfds and deffo not a guy like BILLY HARGROVE who's all you know.... LIKE THAT (read: hot and confident and knows it).
billy starts to get interested in her past the like "which girls can i get with" level of interest when jason starts to show interest in her/talk about thinking of asking her out because he hates jason. he thinks he's a fucking white toast dickhead. he's like, everything billy hates about the midwest personified.
he's gonna fuck jason's crush. just to spite him. fuck that guy.
and so he starts to go after chrissy. hard. MAXIMUM charm. and buddy lemme tell you it's WORKING. she's going for it, tho she's also a bit shy and the pace is slower than he's used to. he's never really tried to get with shy girls for obvious reasons. but he's committed to this shit.
as they spend more and more time together the more he sees the all too familiar signs that all is not right in the cunningham household and that chrissy is struggling with some shit and a switch flips in his head. now it's not about jason. it's about chrissy. he's gotten to know her and she's just this little fluffy kitten of a person you know? he hates the idea there's someone in her life that's terrorizing her with even a tenth of the force neil uses on him. so he gets protective and a lil possesive bc he's billy and What's Expressing Things Healthily?
but his whole outlook on the relationship changes and now it's not him trying to put on the veneer of a desireable partner but him genuinely trying to be her boyfriend and to be a good boyfriend.
they get together after like, a 4 month campaign on his part to soften her up to him and get to know her and then he's just in the PIT trying to be the guy he thinks she actually deserves while also being himself.
and on chrissy's end she actually wanted to fall into his arms earlier in but was trying to not look to desperate about it. she genuinely enjoys his presence because yes he's all sexy and stuff but also she just likes him. she likes that he's a little rough/dangerous because it makes her feel safe ironically. she likes that he's so gross and crass because she doesn't feel like she have to be this perfect little doll with him. she likes how low his expectations are for her. she can breathe and be a person with him. the fact he's so handsome is really just icing on the cake.
so doing the math and saying the get together 4 months or so after s2 then it's like feb-mar.
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thegeminisage Ā· 2 years ago
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Hmm. 20-22 inclusive ā€¦. making you be negative šŸ˜ˆ Iā€™m assuming youā€™ll do zelda but as a scholar Iā€™m also interested in your spn thoughts so you pick mwah
oooh dealer's choice this is so tough...what if i just answer for both LMAO im so sorry ok Lets Go
20. part of canon you found tedious or boring
for zelda: i really, really wish i liked wind waker. i wanna like wind waker so fucking bad. i love wind waker's story. i love wind waker's ganondorf. i love how bright and cheerful the graphics are contrasted with how solemn it is underground. i love the dungeons and the gameplay. but god i HATE the cartoony little balloon heads. it takes me right out of those serious moments. i don't mind stylization but if it could have been just a LITTLE BIT. less stylized. just a LITTLE LESS like animal crossing characters. it's beautiful to look at but for a game with such serious hidden elements WHICH I LOVE i find trouble taking it seriously.
for spn: god, all of crowley's little arcs. he was almost never interesting, and while you can excuse bad writing for cas because it's cas, you can't make crowley happen. fetch is never gonna happen! you can show me his fun hot mom and his dead son and it still isn't happening! he's just the walking talking embodiment of the "angels and demons are just like OFFICE WORKERS" trope which i hate so fucking deeply because it's the least sexy direction they ever took and the exact opposite of what i want from my angels and demons. all of the middle seasons suffered deeply from this. crowley COULD have been interesting, but tbh, i liked him best in the season they killed him off.
21. part of canon you think is overhyped
for zelda: i could do wind waker again but actually i completely understand the hype, bc wind waker is a great game even if i can't deal with it like a normal person. same with botw - i found most of the joy thru exploration, so it just didnt Hit on replays the way other zeldas do, but its influence cannot be understated and the hype is deserved. what if everybody is right all the time to hype any and everything about zelda?? oh wait actually. sorry. twilight princess ilia. idk if people hype her but if they do theyre wrong. love and light to her, she's Fine, but it feels kind of like a knockoff of malon (superior) and i generally dislike when link has romantic interests besides zelda, even if the love interest gets amnesia (wistful sigh). this sin was especially egregious bc zelda barely has any screentime at all, but i forgive tp for this because what screentime she DOES have is spent being in lesbians with midna. so it works out just this once due to the power of gay people, but that's some thin fucking ice. anyway, sorry to ilia and ilia fans for being a misogynist
for spn: i hate canon claire. i can't get into it in depth but like...sorry, even without the issue of My Own Claire Ideas, i still don't know if i could do it. being gay does not save her from having the exact same "damaged but spunky teen girl" personality given to almost EVERY OTHER TEENAGE GIRL (or young woman) on the show. to some extent she, krissy, mary from the winchesters, charlie, jo, alex, etc etc all have the same personality with a few defining quirks tacked on as an afterthought. do i love some of these characters? yes, of course. are they well-written? absolutely not <3
22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores
for zelda: in general, i think skyward sword gets a bad rap despite lanayru desert's entire (waves hand vaguely) and zelda being a fucked up evil goddess who canonically manipulates link's love for her. AND GROOSE. never forget groose. more specifically i think not enough people have acknowledged 1. the champions corpses are definitely still in those cockpits 2. oot link essentially became a stalfos by walking into the lost woods without navi and never came back. hello?? generally those dark little implications that u have read between the lines to get <3
for spn: oh baby its michael!dean. i waited so long and i only really got what i wanted for one episode but it was so good. it was SO good. no one else is as hype about the fact that it took nine REAL LIFE YEARS to get there. a DECADE of my finite time on earth. but ohhh was it ever worth the wait. what else could i possibly write 100k+ about
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llycaons Ā· 1 year ago
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ep42 (2/3): aw yeah staircase confession time
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love the expressions here. lwj sharp, combative. wwx resigned, despondent. yeah, he's about to say. he did. nobody would ever knowingly help me. nobody would ever stand with me publicly. he wasn't even expecting lwj to protect him when he resurrected. too used to being on his own, failed by almost every single person he thought he could rely on
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the little smile here is so sad. he has a lot of these smiles - bitter, resigned, ready to fold. it's such a sad throughline for a character so fiercely committed to standing up for others. he does stand up for himself, he's just no longer expecting anyone to do the same for him
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but oh! what's this! lwj joins him against a circle of swords?
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and lwj isn't saying this to jgy or any other cultivator here. he's saying it to wwx! I knew who you were and I helped you anyway because I care about you and support you and you deserve it. LOVE this scene
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and then everyone steps back and freaks out bc lwj just unsheathed bichen
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'used to being in this kind of situation' buddy šŸ˜­
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this scene is a bit flashback-heavy and it makes the entire flow stumble a bit, but this question IS significant
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HIGH ROMANCE. do you all know what a state I was in when I first heard this
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and this is such a big smile for him too
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and I love wwx's response! more than the dialogue, it's the physical reaction that speaks to me - he's swallowing thickly, can barely speak. he's close to tears. that's one of my favorite things about cql wwx - how genuine expressions of care and love make him start to cry, and how he laughs to cover it up
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this is correct
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always thought this was kind of sexy ngl
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UH OH. jc looks briefly shocked and then...does nothing. great! useless man
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it's also really sad how blank wwx looks
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okay I know this is a useful question bc wwx answers with "I'm okay to travel, let's go' but it sounds so dumb šŸ˜­ 'oh my god you just got stabbed, how do you feel' idk maybe he feels like he got stabbed?
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anyway they run off leaving poor jin ling questioning his entire life
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NOT THE SWORD DROPPING šŸ˜­
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ugh he was so hot in the flashback days
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pretty cranes on the print behind him
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ohhhh touching.....scandalous. I feel like a victorian maiden
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this hurts :( bro
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and I really like this effect. the blurriness of his face reflected in the blade - just like how long ago his past where he could use this was. does that make sense? I'm ascribing meaning okay
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having-conniptions Ā· 1 year ago
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Love In The Air episode 8 live reaction under the cut (long post)
I was gonna watch the new episodes of Link Click and Jujutsu Kaisen but I saw the PrapaiSky preview and I need it RIGHT NYEOW
I can already tell they're gonna be the death of me
Wait this looks familiar... timeskip back to the race Rain and Sky snuck into?
Yup, definitely. The dude with the half-jorts is there lmao
I am SO ready to watch everything play out from Sky's and/or Prapai's perspective
And THAT'S when Prapai spots Sky. Bruh if I were Sky I'd have melted right then and there with Prapai smiling like that
He immediately has a soft spot for Sky huh
"He's my boy" not yet baby
He's lecturing Sky but he also saved his ass
Sky's annoyed face when Prapai tries to touch his face WE LOVE A STRONG BITCH
Oh that is NOT how a relationship should start PRAPAI I WAS ROOTING FOR YOU DON'T PULL THIS SHIT
I mean at least Sky told him to take what he wanted
And honestly Sky is really going for it so I guess it's not that bad but it's still some weird power dynamic / blackmailing shit soooo... eh
OH WOW
Lmao at the same time Phayu is lecturing Rain until Rain kisses him - idk if I love getting a recap of the whole first half of the series but I guess it helps put the PrapaiSky scenes in a chronological context while also slowing down the pacing so it's not all over in 2 episodes
Ok Sky is mad and I am confused bc how much of what happened did he actually want? He seemed rather enthusiastic but when Pai went for a second round Sky looked rather grumpy but told him to "bring it on" regardless? Very very dubious consent and Sky feeling used afterwards...
"Single life is the best. I can sleep with whoever I want" oh Mr. Braces over here is a player huh? How old is this kid??? Lmao
Poor Sky he deserves to be loved, not used
Aaaaa the montage of PrapaiSky thinking about each other / trying to forget
IT'S BEEN THREE MONTHS
THAT'S A WHOLE QUARTER OF A YEAR THAT'S A WHOLE ASS SEASON
Hehehehe Prapai is such a player... but he can't go through with it because he can't get Sky out of his head, classic
3 months later Prapai is still replaying that night in his head huh... (riding his bike while thinking about Sky riding him)
Lmao Sky is reading Demon Slayer (I already spotted the figurine in his room a while ago)
Hahahaha the little reference to the source material of the series
"I don't know who you are. But if you're trying to annoy me, I'm hanging up." I LOVE HIS SASS
"In case you didn't know, humans are warm-blooded. And I'm a human. It's normal for my body to be hot. You don't have to help me, cause I don't associate with cold-blooded animals. Farewell." I SWEAR HE HAS THE BEST LINES LMAO
HE'S SO SASSY ICONIC SAVAGE HE'S THAT BITCH
Prapai is just being a bit of a creep rn
The way Sky just yeets his phone
Lmao Pai is already so whipped
Wtf is that chicken dance
"You've met P'Pai, haven't you?" awkward......
Hahaha Sky putting the pieces together "Wind... Prapai."
ALSO I JUST REALIZED I FIGURED OUT THEY HOOKED UP AND THEN DIDN'T SEE EACH OTHER AGAIN (before we actually saw what happened) I CONNECTED THE DOTS CALL ME SHERLOCK HOLMES
Sky needs a ride, HOW CONVENIENT
"Rain doesn't know about us, does he?" THERE IS NO "US" YOU GUYS HOOKED UP ONCE THAT'S NOT "US"
I love that Sky is standing his ground
Pai you're being cringe
So the reason why Sky rejects Prapai is because he doesn't believe Pai is actually interested in him beyond sex and thinks he's just gonna use him šŸ˜­ awwww baby nooo you're amazing and that's why he will fall in love with you and give you the world šŸ˜­ā¤ļø
SKY IS SUCH A SAVAGE I LOVE HIM
Ok sunflowers are cool I'd be thrilled to get a whole bouquet of them
Oh he's calling him! Oh he has him saved as psycho... šŸ’€
He's hesitating to throw away the flowers!!
Bonus scene: "sometimes sexy. Occasionally sad. Mysterious at times." That's how he sees Sky huh xD
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itsmelb Ā· 2 years ago
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Welcome to my thoughts about KP Finale/ KP the Series
(Bare with me it's going to be quite long bc you can expect, I felt fucking everything!!!)šŸ¤­šŸ„µā¤ļøšŸ˜­ SPOILERS ahead!
The Storyline
So everything came to an end. Somehow there are many open questions though (more later on that point). But I think they did it so perfect. It was heartbreaking, sexy, funny, murderous and a bit crazy. We feel everything at once.
Porsche gets his mother back (who seems sus to me???? What is up with her man? Aaah), Gun is dead (I don't know how to feel about that - mixed I guess.) Korn is soo sus I don't trust hin with everything. And I wanna slap his face for all of his lies.
I loved the 3 Brothers in one room, I loved VegasPeteMacau Hospital Hug thingy, I love Porsches struggle (heartbreaking!!!) bc we all can relate with situations that threw us out of our life, I love Kim/Jeff singing "Why don't you stay" to Chay, and he not deleting the video, I love the fight scenes, and I love that we got Mafia Kinn (holy shit hot!) and Kinnporsche Marriage (I call it that way don't come at me haha) and don't get me started on Vegas emotional damage and his redemption (kinda??) Arc... wow. What an episode šŸ‘
Now diving in deeper..
2. The characters/relationships
- the bodyguards: damn those guys, I love them. I wanna see more of them. I wanna see ArmPol lovestory, I wanna get the dead ones back (Big redemption!!! Spinoff pls!!!) Arm and Thankuns blow ups were so fucking great in the ep, and oh lord Pete..
- the friends: I love Yok! I want more of her. Mama slay!!! And then there is TimeTay. I wanna see their story. (Tay deserves the world!!) I love them teasing Kinn and make KinnPorsche cringing haha. šŸ˜¬
- the parents: you all suck man! Gun is an asset to Vegas. And okay we don't know why he is like that (ok his dad was also an ass and the Mafia is like crazy and he lost a lot of dearest people..) but it doesn't give you the right to do sth like he did to his kids. And Korn is not better either. Is acting all nice and friendly but is a fucking liar. "I wanna protect you" hahah funny. Darn u mf! And the Mom. Sth so off. I don't now yet but I (hope) we will soon!
-Chay: oh baby Boi! I am so lost with him. I want to see more of him and his music and happy and not suffering and I love and turned on for the first time ever and feeling everything.
- Kim: I fucking love him. And hate him. I wanna see him happy. I don't understand him sometimes.he is mysterious and hot and the fight scene damn. And his voice. Killed it. Literally. I want more of him and Chay. I want kisses, I want songs. All. (And what are his motives? He wants power obv and I am a little bit scared but sooo eager to find out!!)
#kimchay: so in the future when they hopefully get back together I wanna see more of them together. They were a little short. And I miss their sweetness btw all the Mafia sexyness haha. Chay makes Kim soft. And I love that. Also more songs! And maybe some kisses. :D
- Pete: damn. The scene were he resigns wow. My heart shattered. And all the scenes with Vegas....I uh. Cry again forever. He Is such a deep character and we haven't seen all of him I am so sure. I wanna see more of badass Pete (together with badass Vegas haha obv) man when he shot that man wow. I got goosebumps, and all the scenes in the previous eps. Wow. This man suffers and is so fucking wise I aaah!
- Vegas: I never thought he would be one of my favorite ones ever. But his Arc is so heart breaking and raging and full of Angst and sorrow. He deserves everything and I love the way he is free now (obv not really but objectively) I loved his scenes with Pete obv and with Porsche too.. I am excited to see how it will turn out that P is now Minor Fam King and he is not (although he wanted it so bad or had to do every for it..)
#Vegaspete: the ship that stole the show! Man their scenes are sexy, heartbreaking and hurting. I love their dynamic. And their full on fight mode, love that kills. It hurts and it's beautiful. I want to see more. Also with the fam now. Some soft scenes some new way for Vegas. So light (and ofc the darkness and sexyness always lingering around the corner)
-Porsche: he has a soft spot in my heart. I would forgive him nearly everything. And his look damn. I am glad he is getting in the near of the truth, and that his family is back. And that he has Kinn on his side. Forever. I wanna see more of Porsche badass Mafia boss vibes (I mean the suit entrance in the hallway man mf looks intimidating) give him all! Also his sweet side. Damn Heartbreaker! A true family man in the core. And a fucking sexy mf!
- (my beloved) Kinn: he is my favorite character. I love how powerful it was, when Korn "died" and he had to keep it together and be the boss, he was so cold there when he shot those guys. How hot was he sir. Wow. And then we sees his other soft side of him, when sb he loves is in danger or hurt. Man this breaks my heart. Also he is always so sexy. And horny ahha. With Porsche haha. Man I love his funny and little dump jokes. Wow. Could write more...
#KinnPorsche: the ones I fell so hard for at first, the ones that brought me to the show. Their everything is so good. I love the fights, the laughs the teasing, the love making, the power they hold (especially now. What a scene it was (see photo)) how beautiful they are. What a fucking mess they are. And how they fix each other every time. I am crying bc it hurts me to let them go (for now) bc I really love them sm. Mafia Family forever!
3. The Actors
The cast: I am in love with this cast. Never seen such a funny, heartwarming cast and how they are together. I love this mafia kindergarten. And how they are there for eo! We stan!
Tong: I love him sm. His character is so crazy and I love that. So thx! It was so fun!
Barcode: he is so cute and he can sing! I see some sassy moments in interviews. I know he will be a great actor. I am so excited when we see him with more emotions (the crying man killed me sm!) And action with everyone.
Jeff: I really fell for him and his music. How can sb be so sexy. (This fight scenes in the bar lord have mercy) I wanna see how he acts soft and love dovey with Barcode/Chay. I want more songs. I love his smile.
Build: how is he so good at his job. The emotions everything I cried so much with him. He deserves the world. He stole so many scenes. Bc he is so talented oh lord. I want to see more of him!!
Bible: my huge respect for him. All was new for him and even the language! I love his English! I love his effort. His perfection his look. I cant say more bc he makes me speechless. Wow.
#Biblebuild: those friends (or what they are) their scenes together kill me every time. I wish them all the best. Nobody deserves them. They are so golden! Scene stealers! For ever in love with them!
Apo: the greatest there is. His eyes. Wow. How he acts. How he is as a person after all he went through. Man he deserves only good things. I love how he is a force if energy and smiles but is like very deep with thinking and explaining. That is sth I do too. And I love to see sb is like that too. Miss his presence from now on!
Mile: puh. Do I have to say sth anymore? He is smart, kind and how he looks. And he made it all possible. And he is so shy and funny and also so open to the world. We all should praise him. All he is doing. Man. I will forever love him. He is the perfect Kinn.
#MileApo: there is sth so addictive about them together I can't even explain... I just love everything they give us. And their trust in eo. ā¤ļøšŸ˜­
The producers/crew: thx for everything! Without you it would not be possible! I love Ponds Ideas of water and pools ahah and all his mind is so good! Thank you!!!
4. What the future may holds...
I hope we get a season 2. I think they can't break our hearts don't doing one (or infinite) more season(s) (pls šŸ¤­šŸ¤­) I know the expectations will be high. So fucking high. But I will take all. Everything! Just give them back to me!
What is with the parents? What is the truth? We have the bad version, the half good version and a version from a Boi who doesn't remember well. So...and what will that do to KinnPorsche? What is with VegasPete family moments? Give it to me!! And Kimchay obv. All!!
The world tour is there and I am excited to see content from everywhere.
5. My personal conclusion
I never thought I would fall head over heels fora BL series. I never watched one before (see some snippets ofc but not much) and then KP the series came and the rest is history. It was the best show ever. And I read all the time that they did so good and everyone who loves BLs are agreeing that this is a huge milestone for the genre. So. Thank you KP Family for everything! Edits, gifts, trending all over the world. It was fun. And it will always be. No legacy is as rich as honesty!šŸ–¤
Kinnporsche Family forever ā¤ļø
(When you read this all! Your a real gem! Thx! Sry for mistakes, english is not my first language) ā¤ļø
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suguruverse Ā· 4 years ago
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What about Kyotani and Tanaka getting flowers from their S/O? šŸ„ŗ šŸ„ŗ šŸ„ŗ
ā€” HAIKYUU BOYS GETTING FLOWERS FROM THEIR S/O
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includes - kyotani kentarou, tanaka ryunosuke and oikawa tooru
a/n - hehe this is so cute pls enjoy angel! <3 i also added oikawa bc i love him lol i hope you don't mind
published date - 20/04/21
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ā†³ KYOTANI KENTAROU
- lets be real, he thinks you're pranking him :(
- you've noticed your boyfriend becoming more agitated lately so you were hoping to do something that would lift up his mood a little bit
- so before he went into the gym for practice, you decided to surprise him
- his teammates all made fun of him but he just yelled at them for being jealous that he's the only one with a pretty s/o like you
- he thinks he's too manly for flowers but he appreciates them so much
-when he gets home, he puts in a little vase and keeps it on his desk next to his framed picture of you guys on your first date
"KYOOO"
"hm? what are you doing here? you should go home before it gets dark you know"
"mhm i know i know"
"what are you hiding behind your back? looks suspicious"
"OH, i have a present for you"
"flowers??"
"mhm!! do you like them"
"are you sure they're for me? don't you think that's a bit girly?"
"um no? i think everyone deserves flowers when they're sad. no?"
he chuckled when you said that hehe im getting butterflies he's so hot imagine his deep laugh JEFNKJRE
"i guess you're right, thank you doll, i'll cherish it forever. i'll call you tonight okay?"
"i'll be waiting, have fun at practice"
- THEN HE KISSED YOU AHHHH
ā†³ TANAKA RYUNOSUKE
- this man has every gift you have ever given him in your entire life
- but for the sake of this let's pretend it's valentine's day!!
- you were so busy organising everything for your boyfriend that you didn't even realise how late you were for school
- yall were in different classes so he was extremely extremely upset that he couldn't see you
- at lunch you wanted to surprise him with a picnic and flowers in a small corner of the school
- and you did. he started crying
- he literally looked at the picnic, then you, then the picnic, and back at you and full on dropped to his knees and started crying
- he got snot all over you when you were trying to comfort him
- but when you handed the big bouquet of flowers, he sobbed even more
- he just loves you so much pls just give him a moment
- but when he calmed down, he started yelling, jumping around and hugged you tight and spun you around
- at one point he definitely said "how manly of you, very admirable! i knew you loved me"
- the whole picnic he couldn't stop smiling at the flowers
"you okay ryu? you keep smiling at me and the flowers"
"just really happy baby! thank you"
"i'm glad you like them baby"
- he just kept smiling and started humming to himself
- at some point he looked at you and said "these flowers are nearly as pretty as you baby!"
- then he cried even more after the flowers died after like 2 weeks
ā†³ OIKAWA TOORU
- this man receives flowers every single damn day so you didn't really think that he would care that much
- but this man is gets so excited when you get him anything like you could give him a used eraser and he will keep it as a little lucky charm
- you guys finally had time to go on a date so you thought it was really cute if you got him flowers instead of the other way around
- it turns out picking out flowers for your boyfriend is much harder that you thought so it took longer than expected
- you were ten minutes late and you burst through those cafƩ doors completely out of breath
- your sexy bf was just sipping his drink when he was you approach him and he smiled so brightly ugh i love him pls oikawa marry me challenge
"what got you so out of breath baby?"
"here for you" you said as you handed him the flowers
"darling, aren't i the one who's meant to get you flowers?"
"i mean i wanted to give you a little present because we haven't gone on a date in a while so i thought you might like it!"
"angel, you're gonna make me cry, i love you so much, gimme kiss"
- when he got home, he proceeded to facetime iwaizumi, mattsun and makki individually about how his cute s/o got him flowers and how they're still single losers
- he's so happy pls he needs someone to humble him
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sugar-petals Ā· 3 years ago
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Ooooh, now Iā€™m curious and need to ask you to elaborate on your top ten himbo players, that you actually like, but also your top ten for players that are boyfriend material, cause I find your choices really interesting and actually different from what I was expecting! šŸ’— (i really hope Iā€™m not bothering you by sending these asks šŸ„ŗšŸŒŸ)
i like writing about it at length donā€™t worry šŸ‘€āš½ļø here it goes.Ā 
caroā€™s top 10 footie giants
(note: includes veteran nominations for long-term service)
1) robert lewandowski ā€” who is it!!!!
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if lewy doesnā€™t win this itā€™s heresy, the man has it all: heā€™s ripped, heā€™s cutesy, statuesque, silly, sexy, divine, hilarious, confused, polite, unique, unsurpassed, i can go on, enjoy this handy illustration as proof:
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he is the moment, heā€™s the protagonist, the founding father of all himbos worldwide šŸ‘“šŸ»āœØhe just has to look at you clueless once and you know he got what it takes!
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in summary:Ā 
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2) fernando torres ā€” nobody expects the spanish ab definition!Ā ah... the good ole days, i miss fernando. el niƱo became extremely buff with time and remains as kind and shy as ever so the spot is even more deserved šŸ‡ŖšŸ‡ø
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3) manuel neuer ā€” not in 1st place bc he's too unhinged, other than that ofc he has to be way up high on the list for being the nationā€™s big booty stripper providing us with endless content, give his arms a custom insurance ffs
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4) leon goretzka ā€” here goes the twink magnet, the whole fandom will send me assassins if leon's not included in the top 5 soĀ ā€˜ere ya go
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5) frenkie de jong ā€” himbo in the making, BDE body, puppy personality, heā€™s just very huggable, what more can i say, he really walks around like this
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6) julian brandt ā€” soft snuggly himbo bee, a lil slutty too šŸ‘Œ lately his hair is so dang long i love it, smh i envy kai for being engaged to this man
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7) mats hummels ā€” also included to appease the masses, at least i donā€™t think his green plaid coat was that bad, his facial bones & hair are great i guess
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8) ter stegen ā€” not 100% a himbo since his brain isn't entirely vacant (more of a gentlemanly type) but but he is kind tall chiseled and a tank, i would pick him to save us in a zombie apocalypse
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9) lukas podolski (ft. bastian schweinsteiger) ā€” and now the ultimate grandfather besties of himboism, you canā€™t possibly separate them, poldi invented being stupid and sexy, basti invented being stupid and built, together they are the ideal himbo fusion, everyone deserves having a friendship like this
gotta love them munching crisps on tv šŸ˜‚
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OUT OF A GIANT CAULDRON HHH
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10) romelu lukaku ā€” to wrap it up i confess my love for the belgian team, theyā€™re incredible & romelu is peak coolness (last on the list bc heā€™s actually smart, but his tiddies are enormous so ofc that has to be honored)
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and for the sake of completion, an abbreviated top 10:
top 5 bf material players
1) raheem sterling ā€” we talked about tall guys but here the short king hour strikes! so goodlooking and smiley ā­ļø heā€™s perfection. i have zero business with his club or the english nt and yet? he made it here. says a lot. raheem sterling. thank you for existing. terrific player.
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2) mario gƶtze ā€” hehe... i know very well you didnā€™t expect him either but here goes itā€™s me mario, certified cutest ever, so sparkly as well, baby baby bumblebee, oh the nostalgia i know
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3) kai havertz ā€” soft lizard bf w/ terrible humor, i stan, canā€™t divorce him from julian so itā€™s gonna be a polyamorous relationship, but anyway i adore my suffering victorian heir to bits
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4) leroy sanĆ© ā€” prettiest, most elegant, most attractive, most stylish, the ideal man exists, love his voice & little habits, never seen a guy as ethereal and handsome, leroy is so boyfriend it hurts, my heart skips a beat for this gaze
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5) kepa arrizabalaga ā€” as the outrageous cherry on top: another goalkeeper lunatic and to amp up the hot spanish quota even more; kepa truly is a phenomenon, i donā€™t know how he does it but i enjoy it
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thank you for bearing with this whole friggin ranking, have a nice day šŸÆĀ (now iā€™ll hide and wait until the rest of the footie fandom finds this post)
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kasagia Ā· 5 months ago
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Well, I scream when I see a comment/reblog from you, so you could say we're even šŸ¤£šŸ¤£šŸ©µšŸ–¤šŸ–¤šŸ–¤šŸ–¤šŸ©µ
Yeah, I remember you yelling at me for what I did to him when I posted the sneak peek xDD But as you can see, it was all for a reason!! (Shame on you for daring to doubt me xD *joking*)
I also wanted to have someone who would love me with a love as crazy as Feyd. *unite in pain* xDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
Of course Feyd is proud, after all, who showed her all these Harkonnen ways? There is no better teacher than him.
After Dune 2, I can't look at Paul. Just not. That's why I was so happy writing this whole piece where he diesā€¦ which should probably be a bad sign for my mental health, but whatever xD
FEYDā€™s DREAM IS MY NEW ROMAN EMPIRE šŸ’—
I laughed so much here šŸ¤£šŸ¤£šŸ¤£šŸ¤£šŸ¤£šŸ¤£ Love you!! šŸ–¤šŸ–¤šŸ–¤šŸ–¤ But I must admit that this is probably my favorite scene that I wrote for Right Hand. (Well, maybe the reader's declaration of love is competing for that 1st spot with that šŸ˜…šŸ™ˆ)
Yeeeah! Feyd deserves as much softness as possible. The epilogue will be filled with this, so you can mentally prepare for it. xD
I have already said more than once that I was afraid that I was making Feyd a little too soft for the reader and I was afraid that I would overdo it with this character development, but I think that in the end we have a perfectly balanced version of the soft and psychopathic Feyd šŸ˜šŸ˜
Him acting all hurt and angry but STILL HE CATCHED HER šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­ and was so gentle with her.
Oh yes! This is also one of my favorites I've written! That despite what she had done, he would still always be there for her and she for him. Till the end of times or something like that šŸ˜…šŸ™ˆ
I loved how the roles reversed in that part this was all feyd being feral for her before and him acting like her trying to be serious, I am ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE šŸ’—
Specially intended. The girl had to show him exactly how important he was to her. After all, the boy lived a month in uncertainty, taking care of her.
Omg it was so hot, soooo very them but tender at the same time, it was just perfection, such a beautiful scene and Iā€™m so happy we got interrupted the previous times bc Iā€™m sure it wouldnā€™t have been like it was here, soooo thank you for giving us this scene now when the time was right for them šŸ’—šŸ’—šŸ’—šŸ’—šŸ’—
YEAH! Thank you! That's exactly what I was thinking! If they had done it earlier, it would have been more focused on passion and desire, but here it was more about feelings, longing for the other, closeness and so on.
Now this I WAS NOT EXPECTING, omfg, KATERINA IS COMING PEOPLE, he is going to be such a good dad, I loveeeee the fact he dreamt of her and Feydor already, I love that he already loves his family so much, HES TOTALLY A girls DADDY, can you imagine him being so precious and playing with Katerina, like playing with dolls, having tea parties, dressing up, she being his little princess, HIS LITTLE WARRIOR GIRL, oh heā€™s gonna be soooooo šŸ’—šŸ’—šŸ’—šŸ’—šŸ’—šŸ’—šŸ’— and then when his baby boy gets home doing everything again for him šŸ˜šŸ’—šŸ’—šŸ’—šŸ’—šŸ’—
I can only comment on it with one word: YES.
ā€™m sooooo soooooooo in love, this story was FUCKING PERFECTION DARLING, Iā€™m amazed of the world you built, the characters, the relationships, ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING, this is going to be one of my favorite FEYD stories EVEEEEEER. This takes all stars all the awards, everything absolutely amazing and stunning, loved the drama, the betrayal, the sexiness, the feelings, the plot, the LOVE šŸ’—šŸ’—šŸ’—šŸ’—šŸ’—šŸ’—šŸ’— Thank you thank you thank you THANK YOU for writing this and sharing it with us mere mortals šŸ˜­šŸ’— it was such a fun and lovely adventure, IT WAS ALL WORTH IT, I did doubt you for a little bit when the betrayal took place but I had faith it was going to be ok at the end and it was SPECTACULAR.
Ahemā€¦ I'm crying here!!!! šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­
Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! THANK YOU! šŸ–¤šŸ©µšŸ–¤šŸ©µšŸ–¤šŸ©µšŸ–¤šŸ©µšŸ–¤šŸ©µšŸ–¤šŸ©µšŸ–¤šŸ©µšŸ–¤šŸ©µšŸ–¤šŸ©µšŸ–¤šŸ©µšŸ–¤šŸ©µšŸ–¤šŸ©µšŸ–¤šŸ©µšŸ–¤šŸ©µšŸ–¤šŸ©µšŸ–¤šŸ©µšŸ–¤šŸ©µšŸ–¤šŸ©µšŸ–¤šŸ©µšŸ–¤šŸ©µ
I just hope you find the epilogue as wonderful and that you will enjoy my new project for Feyd at least half as much as Right Hand (if you decide to stick around for a while longer šŸ˜…šŸ™ˆ).
By the way, I can't believe that this is (close to) the end. šŸ„¹šŸ„¹šŸ„¹šŸ„¹šŸ„¹šŸ„¹šŸ„¹šŸ„¹šŸ„¹šŸ„¹šŸ„¹šŸ„¹ I remember like yesterday, when I came back from Dune 2 and I was wondering if I could start writing for this handsome, cunning, bald, hot psychopath, or if I was going too much into a fangirling xDDDDDD
Literally me every time I see your long comment about a chapter:
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Again (hopefully not for the last time) thank you so much, sweetheart!! šŸ©µšŸ–¤šŸ©µšŸ©µšŸ–¤šŸ©µšŸ©µšŸ–¤šŸ©µšŸ©µšŸ–¤šŸ©µšŸ©µšŸ–¤šŸ©µšŸ©µšŸ–¤šŸ©µšŸ©µšŸ–¤šŸ©µšŸ©µšŸ–¤šŸ©µšŸ©µšŸ–¤šŸ©µšŸ©µšŸ–¤šŸ–¤šŸ©µšŸ–¤šŸ–¤šŸ©µšŸ–¤šŸ–¤šŸ©µšŸ–¤šŸ–¤šŸ©µšŸ–¤šŸ–¤šŸ©µšŸ–¤šŸ–¤šŸ©µšŸ–¤šŸ–¤šŸ©µšŸ–¤šŸ–¤šŸ©µšŸ–¤šŸ–¤šŸ©µšŸ–¤
Right Hand VI
Pairing: Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!exBeneGesserit! reader Summary: You're tired of listening to others and of being afraid of prophecies that don't make sense and that were made up by someone else. Your present belonged only to you. And hell knows, you're going to take your future too. Warning: 18+; violence; blood; Feyd Rautha; death; smut; I was listening to 'Down Bad' by Taylor and I used quotes from a few of them; TEXT NOT CHECKED - I' barely managed to write it on time' I've just ended it and wanted to post it for you, since you are waiting for it so long; it took me ages but I hope you will like it; Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen's Masterlist ~ā€¢ā™¤ā™¤ā™¤ā€¢~ Main Masterlist ~ā€¢ā™¤ā™¤ā™¤ā€¢~ PART V ~ā€¢ā™¤ā™¤ā™¤ā€¢~ Epilogue ~ā€¢ā™¤ā™¤ā™¤ā€¢~
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Feyd rarely felt pain he didn't like. The years spent on Giedi Primeā€”or rather, years of enduring his uncle's methods of making him a true Harkonnen, his worthy successorā€”made Feyd love pain. He found pleasure in itā€”something he had to learn if he wanted to survive.
But it didn't bring him any satisfaction or pleasure when you pierced his chest with one of his swords. He feels pure pain. Anger, betrayal, and hurt.
He hates the way he falls limply to his knees in front of you. He hates that he still looks at you like you're a saint. He hates that he hopes you'll at least look him in the eyes, as if that would bring him some kind of salvation. He hates how lost he feels now and how he's slowly losing awareness of his surroundings. He hates that even though you stabbed him, all he can do is stare at you, clinging to the sight of you more than to his life.
"This will be the beginning of a wonderful alliance, Lady Y/N."
He feels you unhook your poisoned dagger from his arm. Feyd thinks you're doing it to finish him off. Poetically kill him with the weapon he gave you. He closes his eyes and waits for the final stab or throat slit. But nothing like that happens. He doesn't have the strength to turn around and see exactly what you're doing, but your words alone are enough for him to imagine the scene that is happening behind him.
"I may not be a Harkonnen, but I've picked up a few of their habits. If you want an agreement between us, show me your hand." After your words, he can hear a hiss from Atreides when you plunge the dagger into your joined hands, piercing them both through.
Feyd would have laughed mockingly if he hadn't spent all his energy on breathing slowly. He remembered explaining to you how contracts, such as arranged marriages, were sealed on Giedi Prime. The Harkonnens shook hands and pierced them with swords, thus signing a blood pact. This also applied to marriages and other such things. Blood bound them stronger than any words or signatures on paper. He cursed himself for the fact that, seeing your scared face at his words, he withdrew from this idea and decided to make a verbal agreement between you. He should be the one to bind you with his blood, not Atreides.
The steel in his body rubs against his lower ribs, but it does not damage any major organs. He tries to keep the sword in the exact same position you stuck it in, but he feels like he's going to faint from all the pain, the blood, and the fear for you that he feels now.
You made him so weak that even after you stabbed him, all he could think about was your safety and your well-being. Every shaky breath he took, every slow beat of his heart as he fought to stay consciousā€”it was all for you.
He just hoped like hell that you weren't lying a few moments ago, that this would all turn out to be just one of your games, and that you would soon end Atreides' life. But it's not like that.
"Let this blood be a symbol of our union." Your sweet, dangerous whisper reaches Feyd's ears.
He's raging with powerlessness and anger. That Atreides dog didn't deserve to mix his blood with yours. Only Feyd should be able to do this. Only his black blood should merge with your crimson, staining your joined hands as you swore allegiance to each other. His heart hurts more than the wound you gave him as he imagine how you and this desert rat are now echanging each other's blood.
If he hadn't been placed in such a vulnerable state by you, he would have ripped Atreides' heart out with his bare hands for daring to mix his blood with yours. A cold shiver runs down his spine at the thought of Atreides connecting with you in yet another way. A way Feyd was robbed too many times.
He tries to get up, but he doesn't have enough strength. All he can do is place his hands on the floor, trying to take the weight off his torso. The blade scratching his flesh bothers him much less than the fact that Atreides has the nerve to touch you or that you're blatantly ignoring him while playing whatever game you're playing right now.
"Leave him to me. I wantā€¦ to repay him for all these years of fulfilling his wishes." The cool, composed tone of your voice that you used many times when the two of you dealt with inconvenient prisoners did nothing to inspire his hope or quench his rage.
You really betrayed him. You, of all people. How stupid and naive he was to believe you. He should have killed you the moment his eyes met yours. You were an intruder. A spy in disguise. His bittersweet end.
The door slams shut behind Atreides. Feyd hears your footsteps, the sand from your soles falling back onto the groundā€”the same ground where his black, thick blood is now flowing. You walk over to him; if he could focus enough, he would see the toes of your shoes.
You kneel in front of him, gently tugging on his head, causing him to rest on your shoulder. He can smell your blood dripping from your hand. You stain his head with it. Under any other circumstances, he would have appreciated how close you were to him, but now, with the sword rubbing uncomfortably against his insides, your touch doesn't bring any comfort at all. Even your lips pressed against his forehead cannot calm the volcano of emotions boiling inside him. But he is helpless. He is unable to do anything; he is completely surrendered to your grace. It wouldn't bother him a few hours ago. Now he hated it.
"I'm sorry." You whisper, then use the voice on him to tell him to fall asleep. When he drifts off to sleep at your command, he is already planning how he will take revenge on you. And hell knows you're going to pay him for it.
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"He'll be furious." One of your spies comments as she helps you carry Feyd's body out of the sietch.
Inessa was the only Harkonnen woman you could reasonably trust. She's done your dirty work many times, but... never THIS. You somewhat understood her concerns, but currently, when you both had to carry Feyd through the Fremen corridors and go unnoticed, you didn't necessarily approve of it.
"I am aware." You reply, looking around. Inessa and you somehow patched up Feyd's wound. Now you had to either drag him to the surface yourself and hope that someone would find him in the chaos of the fight or leave him with some of his soldiers.
You didn't like any of these ideas. But you had to do what you planned if you wanted to regain your freedom, even if it meant that Feyd would hate you for it for infinity.
"Fucking angry. I'm serious, Y/N." Inessa warns you again. You roll your eyes at her, for a Harkonnen she was very fearful.
You remember how her hands were shaking a few minutes ago as you both stitched up your new Baron. It was a makeshift dressing and still required treatment by a doctor, but it was enough to get Feyd to the ship and back to base. During this time, you will take care of everything here. You hope that by the time he wakes up, you will have finished what you set out to do. Otherwise, you don't see your future well.
"Just get him out of here." You grumble, turning into a side corridor, and encounter Harkonnen soldiers fighting the Fremen as they kill the last of them, their eyes shifting to the two of you. You nod at them. Without a word, they approach you and take Feyd from you. Inessa looks at you, worried.
"What if he wakes up?"
"You stuffed him with painkillers, and I ordered him to sleep. He won't get up until you're back on the ship." The woman sighs and shakes her head, looking at you intently as you speak.
"Y/N. You've had someā€¦ creatively stupid ideas, but this one is the worst of them all. He won't give up. You know it. So why are you doing this?" She asks, taking you off guard for a moment.
She was right. You could have returned to the ship with them, gone back to the safety of Giedi Prime, and let Feyd fight Paul alone. You could have let go and stopped participating in a war that wasn't yours. But at what cost? You've been obeying someone all your life. Bene Gesserit. Prophecies. Feyd. It's finally time for you to deal the cards. And you will do it. In your and Feyd's best interests. You just hoped that he couldā€¦ forgive you, or see the reasoning behind your actions.
"For myself. For my freedom. For us. This is the only way to end the matter of Atreides, Fremen, and Arrakis. The only effective way."
"Don't you know it yet? You will never be free. We women will never enjoy men's freedom. There will always be someone to whom you must submit. You can't change your fate."
"Then I'd rather die trying." You say, turning on your heel. You don't look back to see her reaction to your words. You had too little time.
The burning sensation on your hand only reminded you of running out of it. The dagger that Feyd gave you must have also had an effect on Atreides. You don't know how advanced he is in Bene Gesserit teachings, so you had to hurry before he detected the poison in his body. Or, God forbid, neutralise it.
You wipe your sweating forehead with the sleeve of your hand as your body begins to fight the poison slowly accumulating in your body. The antidote rested safely in a small syringe hidden in the handle of the dagger you kept strapped to your thigh. You just had to use it when the time was right.
You hope you will get everything done before you die.
You wander through the corridors without knowing where you are. You just have a feeling in the back of your head about where you should go. Besides, the escaping Harkonnens kind of showed you the way into the sietch.
Your hands are shaking as you slowly approach the main roomā€”the one where the Fremen usually gather for large meetings and in case of an attack. Still, you thank Feyd for forcing you to attend the Harkonenn war meetings. At least now you are more familiar with the location of the Fremen's rooms and methods.
The closer you get to the main hall, the more Fremen women push past you, and you feel a little more confident walking through the crowd with them, confident that they are leading you to your place of harm in case of an attack. Even though the Harkonnen were already retreating from the area, some of them were still fighting the Fremen, who craved the blood on their swords and didn't let them just leave. You can only imagine the Feyd's wrath that they will have to face. His men didn't come... fully armed. Apparently it was supposed to be a quick actionā€”get in and out with you, then launch a full attack and invasion.
You know that once he wakes up and heals up a bit, he's going to paint these halls with blood before he burns them to the ground.
Entering the main room, you immediately take a seat by the wall, watching all the Fremen gathering, carefully looking for Atreides among them. He probably had to make sure they "cleared" the halls from the Harkonnens. It makes you sick to think of them bragging about this as a victory over the Harkonnens. It makes you wish you had a little bomb with you...
"Are you already hiding in the shadows?" You shiver when you hear him whisper in your ear. You haven't learned to recognise his steps yet. They were irregular, different, and hard to detect and rememberā€”as if he were constantly moving through the sand like a feather.
"The quicker I adapt, the better, right?" You ask, raising an eyebrow at him in challenge. He shakes his head in amusement and watches the Fremen gather with you. It's strange that somehow no one has noticed him yet.
"I'm starting to understand why my cousin kept you so close to him."
"Cousin?" You ask in shock, turning your head towards him so you can look at him. This time he ignores you, not shifting his gaze from the Fremen.
"A little surprise. Maybe we all have a bit of Harkonnen in us after all?" He banters without giving you any of his attention. You snort indignantly, looking at the gathering people again.
"You look tired." You comment, wanting to tease him. You can barely keep yourself from stabbing him with your poisoned dagger a few times. But since he was talking to you so... carelessly, it meant he couldn't detect the poison. Good for you.
"I always am. I will rest when I sit peacefully on the imperial throne."
You would laugh at him if you could. He might easily sit on the emperor's throne, but he wouldn't be able to hold power over all the families for long. Certainly not if you and Feyd had anything to say about it.
Your heart clenches as you remember the moment you stabbed him. You had to. There was no other way to get rid of him long enough for you to take care of everything here. Also, he wouldn't allow you to do that if he knew what you were up to. Besides, if you didn't stab him, Atreides and he would get into a fight. Unfortunately, you weren't that confident in Feyd's abilities. He would be in a state of distraction if your well-being was at stake.
Besides, Atreides' words convinced you of this decision more than anything else.
More than one great king fell under the intrigue of a lesser man.
If there was anything you could praise about Paul Atreides, it was his cunning. And you were sure that if Atreides was somehow going to defeat Feyd, it would be through intrigue and trickery. And then you weren't ready to save your baron. So you had to use drastic measures to get him out and allow yourself to function fully. You couldn't give Atreides any leverage or advantage over you. You certainly couldn't reveal what a weakness Feyd was to you.
"Hmmā€¦ you have to survive first." You answered thoughtfully. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him turn his head to look at you. His intense, analysing gaze makes you burn as you have to endure his unwanted attention.
"With such a talented Bene Gesserit as MY right hand? I have not the slightest doubt. You proved your loyalty by killing my cousin. I have no doubt that you are capable of great things. However... this sudden change of sides is shocking, I must admit."
"Why? Because I chose something better for myself? It was the same with Feyd. I could either stay among the Bene Gesserit and hope they wouldn't send me to breed with anyone, or I could take matters into my own hands. And I don't like blindly entrusting my fate to someone else, Atreides."
"I see... you look good with independence, Harkonnen witch, but don't forget who you answer to."
"Of course, Fremen messiah." The nickname you give him makes me chuckle. He reaches up and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. You look carefully at his bandaged hand, which you pierced with a dagger.
You find yourself comparing his hands to Feyd's. Harkonnen's hands were hard, rough, trained from years of using all kinds of weapons. Atrdida's hands were smoother, less stained by effort. Another difference between them was that Feyd would never let anyone bandage the wound you gave him. He would rather wear them proudly until the wound heals itself. You should think it's sick, but years spent by his side have taught youā€¦ to appreciate such gestures. Maybe you really had a completely different perception of normality?
Atreides' fingers trace your jaw, caressing it gently. You look into his eyes and immediately see the familiar gleam of audacity in them. He looked at you like you were a prizeā€”a nice thing that he managed to take from his enemy, which he can now put on his bedside table and look at to remember his victory. Under any other circumstances, you would have bitten his fingers off, but unfortunately, you had to behave. But only for a moment longer.
"What do you think you're doing?" An angry, cold female voice echoes behind you. Before you know it, you're being pushed sideways against the wall. A dagger at your throat. You act automatically. You attack a woman, disarm her, and push her against a wall. But before you can put a dagger at her throat yourself, Atreides steps between you.
"What's necessary, Chani. I would suggest you not attack my guest." The woman glares at him, and for a moment, you think she's going to attack him or spit on him. Then her anger shifts to you.
"This Harkonnen witch has killed more of our people than any of them. She should be dead, not taken in as a guest." She growls furiously, giving you a distrustful, mad look. You understand her perfectly. If you were in her place, you would do the same. Only Feyd, unlike Atreides, couldn't stop you from hurting your rival.
"It's not up to you to decide her fate."
Chani gives the two of you one last hateful glare and pushes past Atreides, moving into the crowd, away from the two of you. You look at the woman carefully, analysing her gait and posture. Similar to Atreides. So you found his teacher.
"Yourā€¦"
"Concubine." He finishes, thus answering your question. You raise an eyebrow at him in surprise.
"I see."
"Jealous?" This time, you can't help but snort in amusement, giggling at his absurd question.
"I would sonner be jealous of a sandworm than of you. What is bewteen us is just an agreement. Don't forget that, Atreides."
"That's why I like you. Give me a moment. We'll talk later. Don't go anywhere. I will find you."
He puts his hand on your shoulder. You assume he thinks it's a gesture of reassurance, but it's not for you. You anxiously wait for him to move away from you so he can speak to the crowd of Fremen.
You shiver as you briefly make eye contact with Chani, who is standing at the other end of the room. She's still seething with rage. You're not entirely sure why she's so devoted to Atreides, but after thinking about it longer, you realise what her reason is for being so protective over him. You would probably do the same things for Feyd as she did for Paul. However, you would be... more ruthless towards your rival. You wave to the woman, smirking. She looks away from you, focusing her gaze on Atreides.
You study him as well, carefully observing him as he speaks to the Fremen. He is imperious and powerful, but also arrogant and conceited. His overconfidence that he acquired among the Fremenā€”the belief that he was the chosen oneā€”will lead to his death. You will lead him to death. Otherwise, no one will stand a chance against him. He had one significant thing that could ensure his victory: a huge crowd of people who blindly believed that he would bring them salvation if they obediently followed his every request.
And maybe you would feel sorry for these people and try to help them if your own freedom and future weren't on the line.
You play with the handle of your dagger. You press a small button. A small ampoule with a needle falls into your hand. You hiss, injecting the contents of the ampoule into your arm.
Atreides was right. - You think, listening carefully to the man's speech to the crowd. - More than one great king fell under the intrigue of a lesser man.
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The faint hum of the ship's engine gives Feyd a clear indication of where he is. He opens his eyes and looks around the room. He's in the bedroom of one of Harkonnen's ships. He sits up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, and looks at his bare chest. He furrows his hairless eyebrows in surprise when he sees no wound or bandageā€”just a tiny, sealed scar in the area where you pierced him with the sword.
"Where are you going?" Your quiet, protesting whisper makes him freeze. After a while, he feels your warm hands on his shoulders as you pull him back into the soft sheets and into your arms. You cuddle up to him, wrapping your arms around him and burying your head in the crook of his neck. "Stay. We still have a lot of time before we land on Lankiveil, so you can spend it in bed with your wife. I doubt we'll find a moment of peace for ourselves when our little Na-Baron demands swimming lessons from you and a tour around the new planet, so use this little moment of peace."
Feyd's heart skips a beat when he feels your lips brushing on the skin of his neck and hears you calling yourself his wife. He allows himself to drown in the warmth of your body and the feeling of your gentle touch on his skin. He buries his nose in your hair, shuddering slightly as you place small kisses on his neck and lick his skin, teasing him. However, one thing was still bothering himā€¦
"Little Na-Baron?" He asks, confused, when you lazily stroke his head with your fingers, drawing patterns on its pale skin.
"Our son. I pleased you so well last night that you forgot about our son, or are you just not awake yet, darling?" You ask him teasingly, opening your eyes to look at him for the first time.
Feyd is speechless when he sees the spark of malice in your eyes and the beautiful smile you give him. Your beauty, the calmness with which you lie curled on his chestā€”as if it were the most normal thing you do every dayā€”and the strange warmth that spreads across his chest because of it make him lose his ability to speak.
You giggle, pulling him closer to you and placing a tender, gentle kiss on his lips. You moan, enjoying the feeling of his plush lips, sucking on his bottom lip as you claim him as yours. Feyd feels himself starting to harden just from the feeling of your lips on his and the teasing movements of your fingers around his nipples.
"Iā€¦" He tries to speak, but then he hears the baby's soft whimpering. He tenses up, unaccustomed to any interaction with children.
His gaze goes from the cradle placed in the corner of the room to you in pure panic, as he has no idea what to do with the crying baby. But you don't seem to care about the baby crying as much as he does. You groan in protest and pull away from him, burying your face in the pillow.
"Mhm... go to her, it's your turn." You mumble, not giving him a glance, as you hug the pillow instead of him. He starts to be a little jealous, but that feeling fades away, replaced by panic as the baby's cries intensify.
"Now you're letting me go?" He asks, hoping you'll change your mind and take care of the crying demon in the cradle yourself.
"I simply found a better use for you elsewhere." He huffs, leaning towards you and ruffling your hair. You punch him in the chest and force him out of bed. He rolls his eyes at you and turns hesitantly towards the crib.
He feels his legs shaking and his heart beating with nervousness. Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen is stressed and nervous by a crying baby in a cradle. He breathes deeply as he stands over the cradle.
His world stops when his eyes meet small irises that are a similar shade of blue to his. And his heart stops when he sees a little copy of you. Your child is undoubtedly a reflection of you. She only has his eyes, but the colour of her skin and hair, the shape of her nose, mouth, and eyes are all you. Feyd's heart pounds as he stares at the small miracle before him. Suddenly, the sounds reach him again. Panicked, he takes the baby gently, making sure not to accidentally hurt her, and in a few quick steps, he is by your side again.
"Iā€¦ I think it is hungry." He says, reaching out towards you to hand the baby to you as quickly as possible.
"Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, did you just call our daughter it?" You ask angrily, sitting on the bed and looking at him furious. You sigh at his helpless expression and take your daughter from him. "Forgive daddy, Katerina. He doesn't usually behave like this." You mumble sweetly to the baby, trying to calm her down.
Miraculously, because Feyd can't call it anything else, you manage to calm down the baby in your embrace, her little lips pursing in dissatisfaction as she waits for you to feed her. Feyd swears she makes the exact same face you do when you're impatient or angry. His heart melts even more at the image in front of him.
Feyd sits on the edge of the bed, watching in fascination as you feed your baby. This scene seems... unreal to him. He had never experienced anything like this beforeā€”the feelings of warmth, safety, and boundless love and devotion that appear in him when he looks at the two of you.
He may have had vague memories of his mother singing bedtime lullabies to him and Rabban, but... he had never felt the way he did with you and your daughter. He had never felt that disarming feeling of home that made him allow himself to become vulnerable for the first time in many years.
He uncertainly reaches towards the child and gently strokes his daughter's head. The colour of her hair is identical to yours. Feyd's lips form involuntarily in a smile when the child reaches her little hand to his fingers, tightening his fist firmly. As she gently moves his hand away from her head, she does not let her grip on his fingers loosen. She was strong for a baby. She certainly had a warrior nature inherited from both of you. Feyd couldn't wait to train her...
He found himself thinking that all he wanted was to curl up in this bed with you and hold you safely in his arms before he would be brutally torn from this beautiful dream or vision.
He sits on the bed, looking at the two of you, when suddenly the bedroom door opens. The thud of small feet on the metal floor echoes around the room, and that's all the warning Feyd gets before the little white-haired boy lunges at him.
"Dad! Dad! We'll be there soon! I can't wait. Uncle Rabban told me that there are huge oceans that can swallow our ships if we land wrong! Is it true?" Asks the child, sitting on his lap and holding him tightly.
Feyd hesitantly wraps his arms around the boy, making sure he doesn't accidentally fall from his lap to the floor. His gaze quickly shifts to you in utter confusion. Rabban as a caring, mischievous uncle? What the hell was that supposed to be?
"Your uncle has a habit of distorting some facts, Feydor. I assure you we'll be fine. And Lankiveil is wonderful, isn't it, honey?" You ask Feyd, resting Katerina on your shoulder and making sure she burps.
"Yes. It is beautiful." He says, unconsciously running a hand through his son's hair as he looks at the three of you, unable to get over the shock and awe.
"I want a hug." Your son demands. You laugh as you pull him closer to you. When you see that Feyd isn't moving to join you all, you grab his hand and gently guide him back to the soft pillows. You lie there curled up, you with Katerina on your chest, Feydor between you and him as you wrap your arms around each other.
His son mutters something to his sister, but Feyd doesn't hear him. All he can do is stare at the three of you in amazement.
"Now sleep. Both of you. I don't want to hear any grumpy complaints about not getting enough sleep, okay, my boys?"
'It only happened once." Feydor mumbles, manoeuvring your and Feyd's hands to hug him tightly. "Besides, Dad was whining worse than me."
"I have no doubt that was the case. Your dad is a terribly fussy and grumpy man." You laugh and lean in to place a quick kiss on Feyd's lips. He strokes your waist, moving closer to you and your son as baby Katerina mumbles something in a language only she knows.
Feyd can only watch tenderly as his little family falls asleep, curled up in each other's arms. And he believes that this is the best possible future that can await him. He doesn't want the throne. He doesn't want to become emperor. He just wants to be able to fall asleep and wake up with you in his arms and your children running around. It's all he dreams about.
The younger Feyd would certainly laugh at him and mock him for such a trivial goal he had set for himself, but what more could he want with the title of baron and you by his side?
He saw perfectly well how the lives of his uncle and emperor turned out and knew the tragic fate of great people in power who decided to devote their entire lives to achieving the greatest possible influence. Feyd didn't want to follow in their footsteps. He wanted you. He realised, with horror, that this was enough for himā€”the vision or dream he had now was his ideal future.
"I love you." He whispers to your sleeping form before the darkness overwhelms him again.
He wakes up again on the ship, in the same room, and on the same bed. The difference is that your warm body is not pressed against his, and the throbbing pain from his stomach spreads uncomfortably throughout his body.
He groans, sitting on the bed and looking around. His hairless eyebrows wrinkle when he sees one of your spies with him. He automatically grabs the hidden knife and attacks your spy before she notices that he woke up.
"My Lord Baron, I can explainā€¦" The woman says this as he presses the blade against her chest. She stops talking when he cuts off her access to the air by tightening his grip on her neck.
"Where is my right hand?" He growls, sticking to the remains of his control when he refrains from killing her. However, he does not stop himself from making a light cut on your spy's neck. Years of experience have proved that people were more willing to talk after he took some blood from them.
"It really wasn't my idea. She decided so. She knew that you would not let her do what she was planning, so she had to somehow... get rid of you from there, my lord Baron."
"Hm... that sounds like her, but... I would like to hear more about that plan of her. Say something useful and I might even spare your life." Feyd purrs, lazily dragging the blade down her neck to her collarbone, making a small cut.
He preferred not to hurt your toy too much. He didn't know how you would react to the loss of this particular spy. She must have been someone you trusted to entrust him to her.
But that didn't mean that Feyd couldn't land his anger at you on her for leaving him behind and completely unaware of your actions.
"Long ago, the Bene Gesserit had only one reverend mother. Their order was small then, but it was developing well. A certain ritual was invented to ensure that the most powerful of them was in power. Itā€¦ is about the struggle of life forces. I don't know exactly how it's done, butā€¦ lady Y/N said that they both have to die for one of them to survive. Sheā€¦ she knew you wouldn't let her, so she had to make you leave that rat's nest so she could get the job done." A cold shiver runs down Feyd's spine. He needs a moment to compose himself and process your spy's words before he speaks again.
"They both have to die? What do you mean?" He asks, unconsciously tightening his already painful grip on the woman. His hand, the one holding the dagger, trembles slightly as he impatiently stares at her, waiting for an answer.
"I... they have to... they... their hearts stop beating and... the one who is stronger and has more life energy takes over the other's powers and survives."
"So... she may lose and die?" Fed sees your spy swallowing heavily after hearing his question. Thanks to this, he already knows the answer to it.
Strangely, instead of the huge, red fury and bloodlust, everything he feels is fear. Since he arrived at Giedi Prime, he has never felt fear. His uncle made sure that this emotion did not prevent him from reaching the ideal that his uncle demanded from Feyd. But at this point, when the vision of your dead body appears before his eyes, Feyd feels almost paralysed by fear of your life.
"There is... a little possibilty, my lord Baron."
This information is enough for him to make a decision. He stabs your spy in the stomach and allows her to sit on a bed. He reaches the exit in a few steps and opens the door with a bang. A doctor and two soldiers are waiting in the corridor. They look at him with fear in their eyes when he comes out, covered in blood. Before they can speak and probably inform him about his state of health, Fed is already growling at them and giving orders.
"Heal her and bandage her. She was only fulfilling my fiancee's orders." Fed tells the doctor. He is pleased with the surprise he sees on your spy's face. He intends to enjoy informing everyone about his 'engagement' with you. If you could have your plans, he could have some of his too. "Tell the pilot to turn back. And call more ours. We will burn these rats' nests to the ground."
With this promise, he leaves the room, ignoring the pain in his trunk. He must have found you before Fremen left with you for another hideout. He had to be fast and precise if he wanted to have you safe by his side. Maybe he should also ask the doctor for a sedative. Just in case you were stubborn enough to fight him instead of cooperating with him.
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"What do you think?" Atreides' question catches you off guard for a moment. You stop watching the Fremen as they prepare to leave the sietch and shift your gaze to Atreides, raising an eyebrow in question. "About them. About my speech there."
"Are you looking for praise?" You mock, taking a closer look at what exactly he's putting into his bundle.
"I'm looking for a second opinion. Objective. Analytical and thorough." He replies, tying the fabric as he waits for your response.
"They will do whatever you want. Isn't that enough for you?" You ask, licking your lips as you choose your words carefully. You can see beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Paul wipes them away with his hand, not yet aware of the poison that courses through his veins.
You wanted to make sure as much as you could that when the moment came to defeat him and take his life force, there would be no shadow of a doubt that you would emerge victorious from the duel between you. After he went through the Reverend Mothers ceremony, you could try to perform the old ritual of reclaiming power between you two. This hasn't been done for centuries. So you hoped that everything you remembered from the old scrolls was true and that Atreides wouldn't surprise you with anything.
Even if he was a Kwisatz Haderach, you're still going to defeat him. No one and nothing will decide your fate.
"For now, yes. But in the future, I will need their full devotion. After all, I won't be the one to rule them on Arrakis." You raise your eyebrows questioningly, curious as to what his big plan for the future might be.
"Who do you want to entrust them to?"
Silence falls between you as you both look at each other intently. You know he's judging you, wondering how much he can tell you and how much he can hide from you. And you have to be convincing enough to gain even a little bit of trust from him. You know that stabbing Feyd helped you a lot with that. No matter how much it hurt you to do it.
"To be honest, you have the best skills to serve as Governor of Arrakis. The only question is, will you be equally faithful to me?"
"Me? Why?"
"They're already afraid of you. Besides, I saw your powerā€”you're quite a powerful Bene Gesserit. Even if you don't like being called that, you can't cheat or change your destiny, no matter what."
"But... it is not all about power and fate, though is it?" You ask, slowly approaching him. "It is... something more there. Much more than we know." You whisper, looking at him with your most captivating gaze. Feyd would have killed him and tortured you if he saw you flirting with someone else... but luckily he wasn't here. And you had to somehow lower Atreides' guard.
"Indeed." He mumbles back and takes a step towards you. His fingers gently caress your jaw, tracing it until his fingertips brush against your lips. "My mother told me legends about the birth of the most powerful of the Bene Gesserit. A woman who could bring thousands to their knees with a wave of her finger, tamed the most bloodthirsty of all beasts. Stilgar... has suspicions that you may be the mother of the one, the one to come. Of course, this conflicts with his perception of me as the chosen one."
He spoke the truth. You were the most powerful of the Bene Gesserit. But not because you were born according to their program. You simply had potential, and they had way too much time and no obstacles to train you differently. You were supposed to be their perfect pawn in their game, to provide them with the Kwisatz Haderach. And nowā€¦ you will kill the one who was supposed to be him.
"Even so, you don't lose power. They still listen to you. More than anyone else." You say, shifting your gaze from his eyes to his lips. He licks them, holding your jaw tightly as he leans slightly towards you.
"I may be my father's son, but I'm not going to make the same mistakes. You know, it is much safer to be feared than loved because... love is preserved by the link of obligation which, owing to the baseness of men, is broken at every opportunity for their advantage; but fear preserves you by a dread of punishment which never fails."
"The prince Machiavelli." You say, knowing a quote from the book. You're a little surprised that he would read something like that. He also seems amazed that you know what book he took these words from.
"Indeed. Hmm... Maybe you're not that cruel and bloodthirsty Harkonnen witch people think you are. After all, you're a bit educated." Under any other circumstances, you would have kicked him in... his tender place for this. But now you have to smile sweetly, comforting yourself only with the thought that he will soon die at your hands.
"Believe me, Atreides. I am everything they talk about and more." You mumble before leaning in to connect your lips in a kiss.
Kissing him isā€¦ different from kissing Feyd. Less intense, less hot, and less passionate. With him, you don't feel that familiar thrill of excitement you feel every time Feyd literally devours you. This kiss is... too polite. There's not an ounce of desire in him, at least not on your part. You try to be persuasive, though, caressing his lips, but it's not the same plush softness of Feyd's lips. Your mind refuses to be fooled, and you realise with horror how deeply your new Baron has managed to get under your skin when you haven't been able to enjoy the kiss of any other man.
Atreides reaches for your hips, pulling you closer to him as he deepens the kiss, moaning into your mouth. At least he was the only one having fun out of the two of you. You place your hands on his shoulders, slowly pulling your hidden dagger from your sleeve as you let the man kiss you and explore your body with his hands.
You almost sigh with relief when his lips finally leave yours. He moves to kiss your neck, and you decide that this is the moment to start the ritual.
"Stay still. Don't move or speak." You use the voice on him. He stiffens in an instant, his eyes widening slightly as the steel of your poisoned blade presses against his neck. "You were right. It's better to make them afraid of you than to love you."
Out of the corner of your eye, you see him grab his hidden knife. But before he can stab you, you place your hands on his temples and recite the old formula, beginning the ritual. You feel yourself slowly starting to lose strength. You both kneel to the floor, life draining from the two of you.
It has begun. - you think as darkness takes over you.
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This... is different from what you expected. Nowhere is it written what happens after the connection between the brains of the Bene Gesserit combatants is made. Or what kind of test are the two of you being put through to find out which one of you is stronger. You thought you and Atreides would stand in some imaginary arena and fight until one of you killed the other.
At least you would prefer this to the burning pain that overwhelmed you. You feel like you're immersed in pure, wild fire. All your nerves were burning. You felt your body, but at the same time, you were far from it. And all you could see and hear was blackness, screams, whispers, and songs in a language foreign to you. You feel like you've gone mad. Any pain you've felt doesn't compare to what you're going through right now.
You feel every cell in your body tear apart, and at the same time you remain in a void, unaware of anything except the feeling of pain.
But you endure it.
And suddenly, everything disappears. For a moment, you feel or hear nothing. It's just you and your consciousness as you anxiously await the turn of events.
Then various images begin to appear before your eyesā€”visions of the future and the past. You see every possible course of events that could occur and every single scenario that may happen. In some visions, both you and Feyd die; in others, it's just him or you; and in others, you both live to old age together. One element is constant. Only one. And you shudder every time you see the familiar figure of your future son ascending the throne as the Emperor and taking care of the entire world, restoring balance and peace.
All of Atreides' power has passed onto you. You knew everything. All possible futures. And they scared you more than you thought they would. And you feel completely different than you thought you would...
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After some time and tens of thousands of visions, you return to your body. You begin to feel everything around youā€”the soft sheets beneath you, the softness of the pillow beneath your head, and the quiet beeping of the machines keeping you alive.
You struggle to open your eyes, hissing as the light hits your eyes. You look around, expecting to find a familiar hospital room, but instead you find yourself in Feyd's chambers. On fucking Giedi Prime.
"Welcome among the living." Feyd's hoarse voice reaches your ears. You turn your head towards himā€”too quickly, making you feel a little dizzyā€”but you open your mouth to speak anyway.
You have a terrible coughing fit, and your throat is drier than it has ever been on Arrakis. As you curl up on Feyd's bed, coughing up your lungs, you see him quickly fill a glass of water from the corner of your eye. He sits next to you, pulling you against his chest. You lean your back against him and drink the water greedily.
Feyd gently strokes your back, watching carefully as you drink the water. His gaze is watchful and attentive as he makes sure you drink the last drop from your glass.
When you finish, he takes your glass and walks over to the table to set it down. A cold shiver runs through you as you feel the absence of his presence. You remember how the last time you saw him, he was unconscious and injured. Because of you.
"I was more expecting to be chained to a wall in a prison cell. Or to have your harpies hovering over me and waiting for you to cut me up for them." You say jokingly, teasing him. But he doesn't laugh. You see him tense at your words before he slowly turns to face you.
"I had such an idea in my mind a month ago, when I found you pale as death in the arms of the equally dead Atreides. But I guess enough time has passed for me to get over itā€¦ or I just killed enough Fremen and doctors and Bene Gesserit women who couldn't bring you back to calm myself down."
"Month?" You ask, swallowing thickly as you bravely endure his stern glare.
"Mhmmā€¦ a month, two weeks and five days to be precise. This whole time, you were either losing your pulse or screaming until your throat was torn. Also, you had a fever that we barely managed to break down, and you were pronounced dead a few times, but who cares, right?" He asks casually, but you can clearly see the rage bubbling inside him despite his obvious concern for you.
"Ohā€¦ that'sā€¦ a while."
"A little bit more than a while." He growls at you, playing with his daggerā€”the exact same one he gave you. You shudder as you see how much the blade has bent from the blood of the people you used it on.
"What about Atreides?" You ask, confused, wondering if it was really a good idea to bring this up now. Especially since he is playing with a poisoned dagger in his hands. And you used up the antidote to it (apparently) a month ago.
"I have his head. Do you want it on a silver platter, or should I just frame his tongue and hang it on the wall? Maybe right next to yours for being a liar and a traitor?" He asks furiously. But that's not what scares you the most. He's calm. Too calm and composed. And this was often how his anger manifested itself before he killed his victims.
"I... you know perfectly well that I had to do it. If I had done it differently, his... skills would have been lost. And I... now I see everything. I can prevent everything, I can make everything fine. Isn't that a big advantage for you? Have an oracle next to you?" You ask, slightly nervous about what he's going to do next.
"Depends on what this oracle wants to show me and what it doesn't want to show me. But since you know everything and the entire future, you probably know what I will do now." He says and heads towards the exit.
Your heart clenches, and you feel an inexplicable panic as you see him walk away from you. You can't stand how cold he was towards you. You have to do something. You can't just let him go.
"Feyd." You call after him and get out of bed to follow him. When you're on your legs, you lose your balance, and you would have fallen to the floor if Feyd hadn't caught you in his arms.
You dig your fingers into his shoulders, holding onto him as you breathe quickly. You look at each other for a moment, allowing yourself to immerse yourself in the closeness of the other one.
Feyd places his hand under your knees and picks you up in bridal style. He puts you on his bed again and pulls away to leave. You grab his elbow tightly and hold on, forcing him to stay by your side as you give him a desperate, pleading look for him not to leave you.
Feyd sighs, sitting next to you on the bed. He leans towards you and rests his forehead against yours. He closes his eyes, brushing his nose against yours. And you feel really calm for the first time in years.
"You have no idea... I have killed men for smaller things than that. The only reason you're still alive... is because I prefer to destroy you myself. Without the help of any sick rituals or poison. You'll be begging me to kill you, little witch. I'll make you go through the same damn pain you put me through. You'll be begging me to stop making you scream. Oh, and I'll make you scream much louder than becasue of this stupid ancient ritual."
You know he's mad at you. And he has every right to do so. But you can't take his words seriously. Not when you have irrefutable proof of the depth of his feelings for you. As he said, he killed for less. If he wanted to, he would have gotten rid of you or hurt you by now. But he didn't.
"I'll happily scream because of you, my Baron." You reply, placing your hands on his cheeks. You stroke his cheekbones with your thumbs, trying to memorise every little bit of his skin.
"Iā€¦ I'm serious." He growls at you. He places his hand on your neck and squeezes it gently. You smile and press a kiss just near the corner of his mouth.
"Me too. Do it. Show me how loud you want me to scream for you." You challenge him, placing small kisses on his face.
"Y/N... I should have killed you ages ago, woman. You poisoned my mind, you stabbed me with a sword, you left me alone to deal with the mess you made, you forced me to worry about you while you slowly died in front of me day by day, and I couldn't do any-fucking-thing. So tell me, how can I get past this? Why is it that all I want to do is fuck you until I feel like you're really alive and around me?"
You bite your lip, trying not to moan at his words. You lick your lips and lean towards him, kissing him. He moans into your mouth and tries to pull away from you, but you grab his neck and pull him towards you. Your heart speeds up as your lips caress his as you give all of yourself to him in that kiss.
You gently massage his scalp and lie down on the pillows. You pull him with you as he starts to kiss you back. You moan into his mouth, wrapping your legs around his hips. He pulls away from you with a growl and presses his forehead against yours, trying to calm down for your sake. After all, you had just woken up... too bad his cock wasn't as sympathetic to you as you rubbed against him.
"Iā€¦ my mother was a Harkonnen, you know? Maybe that's why I was so drawn to you. Like calls to like or something like that." You gasp, remembering the memory you saw. Feyd furrows his hairless eyebrows in surprise. A shiver runs across his skin, realising the power you've taken from Atreides.
"What else do you know?" He asks, caressing your cheek. You turn your head and press a kiss on the palm of his hand. You surprise him even more, but he's not going to protest when you show him affection. This was very rare in his life, and the fact that this small, voluntary gesture of adoration was coming from you made him even harder.
"That I don't want to lose you for some visions that may or may not happen. That you love me and that these months have been torture for you. That you hated me as much as you needed me to come back to you. That Iā€¦ only want to think about us. I only care about our future, and I'm willing to watch this world burn if it means I can hold your hand until the end. with no fear that fate will make us hate each other. That I want you to be the only prophecy I care about."
"What about your escape from fate? You never wantedā€¦ to be part of this Kwisatz Haderach thing. Will you run away from me when you see that the path we are following leads inevitably to what you were so afraid of?"
His doubts are absolutely right. But that doesn't change the fact that you need him close to you right now. That you need his reassurance that everything will be fine, not his resentment. And you know it was wrong of you to demand from him things like that, but... nothing about your relationship was healthy anyway.
"Fuck it if I can't have us. Fuck it if I can't have you." You say and pull him in for another kiss. He moans in shock into your mouth but quickly responds to you with equal passion. You gasp as he grabs your waist tightly and lifts you up, making you sit on his lap.
"You said you love me." He gasps as he slowly removes your nightgown that he dressed you in himself.
"I did... I also stab you." You say as your hands reach up to start undressing him as well.
"You did. And you killed Atreides." He purrs against your jaw, placing kisses and hickeys there.
"I did." You groan, your hands shaking as you try to get rid of his clothes as quickly as possible.
"You handed me over to our people."
"I did. You are quite heavy." You giggle as he blows on your neck, tickling you, before sinking his teeth into it. You dig your fingers into his back, pulling him close to you.
"Why did you do this?" He asks, pulling away from you to look at you carefully, gauging your reaction, making sure you were always on his side, and doing everything for your mutual good. For his good.
"Because I decide about my fate. Not Bene Gesserit, not any Atreides, not you or anyone. Only me. And I want you. And love you. And need you. But only as my equal... and if you will have me."
"I won't let you go anymore." He warns, laying you down on the bed and towering over you.
"I will never want to leave." You promise, looking into his icy blue eyes and stroking the scar on his lower stomachā€”from the wound you gave him.
"Good."
"Good."
"Say it again."
"Good?" You ask teasingly, pressing kisses to his neck and giving him a few hickeys, marking him as yours with more than just his scars.
"No. You know what."
"I love you."
"About damn time." He growls, devouring your mouth. You moan as he bites into your lower lip. You both don't hold back anymore. Feyd marks you like a map, as if he wanted to memorise all the sensitive places that made you moan and writhe in pleasure, pressing into his muscled body.
You forget for a moment the whole world, everything you've done for him, everything you both should have discussedā€”all you can think about is Feyd. About wanting to be closer to him, about needing him as desperately as he needs you. So how can Feyd resist you when you're so willing to take him in? When he had dreamed of this moment for years? When can he finally satisfy his desire for your body?
He trails his kisses lower, gently taking your nipple into his mouth and cupping your other breast, massaging it. You moan, scratching his scalp, throwing your head back against the pillows, and grinding your hips against his.
You're both starting to get annoyed by the underwear that's preventing you from clinging to each other the way you want. Feyd rips your panties off of you, wasting no time in pushing his fingers into you. You whine, thrashing around on the bed, wanting more and yet too sensitive for anything else. You open your eyes and gasp at the sight of his full, erect length rubbing against your thigh. Feyd pinches your nipple, making you moan and shifting your gaze to him.
"Eyes on me, little witch."
"But... ach!" You moan as his fingers speed up inside you, tears forming in your eyes as your hips move in time with the rhythm of his fingers as you chase your orgasm.
"Listen to your Baron. Eyes on me." He pauses to slap your pussy. You moan, biting your lower lip. "And don't hold back any sounds. Or I'll punish you like I should have since you woke up."
It's very hard to keep your eyes open for him. Especially when his fingers massage your clit so perfectly and fill you up. You reach your hand to his hard cock on your thigh and rub it gently.
He growls, kissing you hard and punishingly, as you try to speed things up and make him lunge at you in a frenzy of lust, when he wants to tease your pussy and punish you accordingly first.
For a month he waited by your bedside, bravely holding you through the stages of your screams and high fevers, making sure you were alive, breathing, and your heart was beating in a rhythm he had memorized. He deserves to have some fun with you...
"Feyd... please..." Your moans, the kisses you place on his jaw, and the way your fingers caress the scar on his muscled stomachā€”the one you gave him yourselfā€”make him lose his restraint, which was already frail and weak. At least that's how he explains his desire to immediately fulfill your wish.
His arms wrap around you tightly as he gently pushes into you, making sure his entire alabaster length will fit inside you. He stops, cursing in his tongue and resting his forehead against yours as he gives you a moment to adjust to his length. Finally. He finally feels you all around him. And you're tighter than he dreamed.
"Damnā€¦ you little witchā€¦"
"I know..." You gasp, wrapping your arms around him, and kiss him hungrily, basking in the feeling of fullness as his length perfectly fills the void inside you. It's warm. It's nice to feel him so close to you. It's nice to be with him. You moan as he starts to move slowly, testing how far he can go.
Feyd growls, picking up his pace when you don't protest, his hips bucking wildly against yours, and you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer.
He grips one of your hips and cups your cheek with the other, making sure your eyes are focused on him. He kisses away the tears streaming down your cheek, licking them off your face. He kisses you fervently and hungrily, catching every moan and grunt you make as his hips grind against yours. A wet sound echoes through the room, occasionally interrupted by a moan from either of you as you finally come together in the most primal, animalistic way, demanding each other.
"Mine. Only mine." Feyd growls into your neck; his thrusts are faster and more precise, making you bite your lip to hold back your moans, but he doesn't let you do it for long. He wants to feel and hear all of you. He wants to revel in his victory. That's why he kisses you, biting your buttom lip to the blood. He pulls away and leans his forehead on yours as he listens to the little sounds you make as he fucks the brain out of you. "Can you feel how deep I am? How well am I filling you? You will be a beautiful Baroness. Fuck. My future wife. The mother of my children." He moans in your ear. You don't answer; you take ragged breaths, listening to the squelch of your joined bodies echoing around his chambers.
"You were meant for me. Just like I was for you. I will never let you escape again, I will never again let you out of my sight for more than a second, I will never again let you fight against the world and fate alone. We are the two sides of the same coin... WE. ARE. UNITY." He growls, making one last few hard pushes into you, making you both cum. He captures your lips in a kiss, muffling both of your screams as you fall apart around him, feeling his warm seed flood your womb.
You shake, wrapping your arms around him tightly, trusting him to hold the weight of both of you as you see nothing but white light in your orgasmic haze. You can't feel your legs, but you know you're still clenching them tightly around him. Your mind is empty; you feel amazing, electric bliss.
And for that moment you knew what cosmic love really meant. And you would fight with anyone to be able to experience it whenever you wanted.
"I love you." Feyd whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple and tightening his grip around you.
He slowly pulls out of you and collapses next to you, still holding you in the iron grip of his arms. You lazily snuggle into him and trace the scar you gave him with the fingertip of your finger. Guilt grows within you, and for a moment, you think that he purposely allowed this scar to remind you of what you did.
You decide to talk to him about everything tomorrow. It was just the two of you for now, and you were going to enjoy this as long as you could. You place your head into the crook of his neck and take his hand in yours. You tangle his other hand in your hair and snuggle into him, sighing as you feel his touch, warmth, and scent around you.
You both fall asleep cuddled together. And for a moment, you allow yourself to be in bliss of his touch and closeness, not worrying about any politics or issues that you should discuss instead of... giving in to something you have wanted for a long time.
From now on, you decide your fate.
Only you and Feyd.
That's why you make sure that your first child will be a daughter.
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I already had it all (Carla x reader)
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For @midnight-lestrange i hope you like it!
a/n: i didn't put the smut scene here because this was already too long. But let me know if you want me to write it!
a/n 2: I...I really didn't watch Ty's scenes. I just skipped them so, I'm sorry if this was OOC for him. But I won't apologise for anything else bc we all know Carla deserved a girlfriend.
#GiveCarlaAGirlfrendChallenge
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You rolled your eyes and sighed when Carla came into the house crying. You didn't even ask, you already knew the story.
Isis looked at her daughter, then at you and subtly took her grandson's arm to leave you two alone. Jackson didn't even bother to look at his mom as he got up. They said goodbye to you before disappearing into their rooms. You didn't turn to the woman until you saw Jackson close his door.
Carla looked at you for a moment, feeling like a stranger in her own home.
"What did he do now?" you said.
Usually, you'd run to her side, hug her, and let her cry for a while while she sobbed and told you whatever it was that made her fight with Ty at the time. God, how you hated that man.
Not only did he have an amazing woman like Carla at his feet, but he also had the door open for a beautiful (if a bit messy) family. And the only thing that seemed to matter to him was how good was his girlfriend in bed.
Hell, the guy hadn't even bothered to properly introduce himself to the son of the woman he was fucking!! Isis had told you how he had shown up at Christmas, making out with Carla while Jackson just waved from the table.
It made you want to throw up.
Although, the woman was not helping either. Carla was your best friend, she had been for years! She was the first to welcome you to the spa, the one who made you laugh at your worst and made you do stupid things when she took you to the bar.
You loved spending time with her.
But Ty...he had changed her. You didn't want to be unfair to him, but since he hadn't bothered to introduce himself to you either, you'd still hate him. Well...you would hate him even if he turned out to be a nice guy, because he had what you couldn't.
You weren't sure exactly when you started falling in love with your best friend, but you did. For months you had become aware of how much you loved her, how much you wanted to be with her at every possible moment, how butterflies flooded your stomach when you heard her laugh, how your cheeks would blush when you were too close to her. You loved everything about her.
And everything that came with the woman. You got along wonderfully with Isis, who was seriously trying to be a better mother to her daughter. And you couldn't even begin to describe the love you felt for Jackson. That boy was a treasure! And it broke your heart that most seemed to prefer to ignore him.
"Y/N, are you even listening to me?" Carla's voice brought you back to the present.
"No" you admitted, looking straight at her "Not really"
Carla looked at you as if you had grown another head. She didn't expect you to say that. The woman didnā€™t know what was happening with you lately, you were usually tender, kind and supported her in everything. But in the last few weeks, you have become more distant and cold.
Although only with her. It seemed that the further you got away from Carla, the closer you got to Isis. She didn't want to admit it, but she felt a pang of jealousy and fear that her mother was stealing her...her best friend. It didn't make a lot of sense, but...
"Break up with him" you said suddenly
"What?" she blinked
"Break up with Ty" you repeated "Carla, he's not good for you. He's hurting you."
"That is not true"
"Then why did you come crying?" you crossed your arms
"You would know if you had listened to me" she told you, crossing her arms too
"I'm not talking about just now and we both know it" you said "This has been going on for weeks Carla!"
"It's not true" she insisted
"It's a routine at this point. You go out with him, disappear for hours, Jackson calls me to go get him, I stay here until you come back with tears in your eyes, I listen to you, you ā€˜breakā€™ with him for a few days and then he smiles and you fall again. We all know the routine Carla! Isis doesn't even risk burning the kitchen anymore! She just waits until I get home to make dinner"
"Mom dines with you?" she asked, feeling that terror and jealousy build up inside her.
"And with Jackson" you reminded her.
"Since when?"
"Since you started ditching them for Ty, but that's not the point!" you frowned "The point is that you are no longer you, Carla, and it's his fault"
"That is not true!" she growled "I'm as me as ever"
"No" you said to her "The Carla I knew loved herself, wanted to rebuild a relationship with her mother and loved her son above everything else. The Carla I knew made jokes about Jackson, but it was to prevent others from doing it. My Carla would never have let a man make her cry. "
The woman froze a bit when you called her "My Carla." The heat in her chest returned, like every time you said something nice about her.
"Y/N-"
"No" you interrupted her "You're going to listen to me Dunkler! Because I'm sick of seeing you arrive like this! I'm sick of that idiot using you for your body and you letting him. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe he really feels something for you, but until he does a better job proving it, I won't change my mind. I'm also sick of seeing him take you away from your family. You said you wanted a better relationship with your mother, but Isis hasn't seen you properly in days. Ty hasn't even tried to get closer to Jackson, the SON of the woman he supposedly loves, to get to know him better! "
Carla looked at you in surprise. This was a whole new side. You have never lost your cool this way. And she hated herself for finding it a little hot.
"He's the only one who has really stayed with me for more than one night, Y/N" she said weakly. She knew it was a terrible reason, but it was the truth.
"So you will just let him do what he wants because you're afraid of being alone?!" you asked incredulous
"No! I-I really like him!" she said but it felt like a huge lie and that...that surprised her
"It's not fair Carla" you continued "It is not fair that you offer him all this! It is not fair that he has at his disposal a child as wonderful as Jackson and a mother-in-law as great as Isis. It is not fair that he has such a wonderful woman like you, a beautiful, hardworking and brave woman. He doesn't deserve you "
"You keep saying that because you don't know what it's like to be alone for so long! You don't know what it's like to feel like you're not enough for anyone!"
"I DO!" you yelled
"No you don't!" she yelled back at you "You are so perfect and cute and you have everyone at your feet! You can have whoever you want! So no, you don't know what it's like not to be enough for someone!"
"I do it because I've never been enough for you!" you growled "Because you've never seen me as anything more than a friend! And I hate you for that! I hate you because you come and flirt with me and then you go with him! I hate you because you gave him everything I've ever wanted! I hate him because he has what I can't have! AND I HATE YOU BECAUSE I CAN'T REALLY HATE YOU!! I HATE YOU BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DO ANYTHING OTHER THAN LOVE YOU AND YOU DON'T EVEN NOTICE IT!!!"
Carla froze in her place, staring at you. Her mind had gone blank. It took you a few moments to realize what you had said and you gasped as the realization hit you. You had confessed your feelings to her in the worst possible way. Shit.
"...I'd better go" you said hastily
You took your bag and took advantage of the fact that the woman still looked surprised to quickly pass her, almost running out of the house and to your car.
Carla just watched you go, not knowing what to do or what to think. What the fuck had just happened?
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You cried all the way home. You cursed yourself a thousand times for being such an idiot. How could you do that? You had promised to always be there for her and now you had ruined everything! There was no way in the world that Carla could forgive you for this.
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"Still here?" Isis asked, making her daughter jump "You've been staring at the wall for the last hour."
Carla frowned and turned her gaze away.
"Come on, get your fucking ass up and do something!" Isis insisted
"About what?"
"Oh don't play dumb with me. Jackson and I heard everything."
"What? Did you spy on us?" Carla asked a little angry
"Of course not! Your screams were heard throughout the house. I'm sure the neighbors heard too"
Carla blushed and looked at the ground before taking another gulp of her beer. Isis rolled her eyes and snatched it away.
"Ey!"
"Get out of here!"
Carla sighed "What do you want me to do? All that doesn't change anything"
"You're a terrible liar" the older woman scoffed "You've been drowning in your own misery since before I came back. You settled for that idiot just to not be left alone and now that you have a chance to have someone better, you will stay here getting drunk? I'm disappointed "
"Disappointed? It's something you would do yourself" Carla scoffed
"It's not true" Isis said, not bothered by her daughter's words "I would at least fuck her first"
"Mom!"
"What? She's pretty, she has a good body and-"
"Stop it! I don't need to hear my mother talk about how sexy my best friend is"
"Then pick up your sorry butt and go get her" she said, smiling at her daughter's jealous tone "You have the key to her house, use it"
"Mom-"
"I'll keep talking about her body if you don't. Did you know that she has a couple of moles near her right boobie? I loaned her a blouse once and-"
"And I'm leaving" Carla jumped up, taking her keychain
"I'm staying with Jackson, don't come back later" Isis winked
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You frowned when you heard the front door open. You were sure you had locked it. Your heart raced and you felt fear wash over you as you came out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around your body.
You grabbed a baseball bat that was near your bedroom door (thank goodness you were training with Jackson) and walked slowly down the hall to the living room.
"Y/N?"
You froze before frowning.
"Carla? What are you doing here?"
The woman looked you up and down and you blushed when her eyes stopped for a moment on your chest. She cleared her throat before speaking again.
"I wanted to talk to you but maybe I should wait until you don't have a bat in your hand" she teased lightly
You noticed that you were still holding the wooden stick tightly in your hand. Blushing even more, you leaned it against the wall. When you turned around again, you saw that your friend had approached and she was a few inches from you. You swallowed audibly.
All the way here, Carla had thought and gone over the words she would say to you, she had planned a whole speech for you, and god knows she hated speeches. But she had got her entire cassette erased by seeing you like this.
It was the first time she had admitted to herself that she really found you attractive. A part of her began to wonder if the whole Ty thing hadn't also been in part not to acknowledge her feelings for you.
"Carla?" you mumbled after a whileĀ 
"Sorry" she jumped a little "I-"
"No, no. I'm sorry" you said "You didn't have to come here to tell me to stay away. You could have sent a message-"
"Why would I tell you to stay away?" she asked with a frown.
You blinked. An hour and she had already forgotten what you had said? You should be grateful, but it honestly hurt you.
"What I said at your house, I...I shouldn't have done it" you sighed
"So it wasn't true?" she asked carefully "Was everything you said a lie?"
"No!" You almost screamed "I just...it wasn't the way and I- I didn't mean to-"
Carla smiled slightly as she watched you babble in front of her. God, how had she not realized how adorable you were? Your lower lip was even trembling.
But she knew you. She knew that once you got flustered and started babbling, there was no stopping you. And she didn't have the time for that, no matter how beautiful you looked doing it. So she only had one option.
You gasped when your friend pounced on you, pressing you against the wall and kissing you deeply. Her hands immediately went to your hips and you moaned against your will when she pressed her chest against yours.
It took you a few moments to recover, but you wrapped your arms around her neck when you did, returning the affection. You didn't know what would happen when youā€™d ran out of air and had to talk, but to hell with that. You would enjoy the fact that she was kissing you, as you had wanted for so long.
If there was one thing Carla hated more than people themselves, it was having to talk about her feelings, especially this kind. So when you broke the kiss, her mouth immediately traveled to your neck.
You moaned a little when you felt her tongue on your skin. You wanted to continue, you needed to feel her, let her take you right there, but there was still a hideously rational part of you. So you pushed her gently, making her look at you.
"I love you" you whispered "...but I can't be another one of your one night stands"
The woman's heart broke a little when she looked into your eyes. She saw the fear you were feeling, but she also saw love. Love directed at her. No one had ever looked at her like that, not her ex husband, not Ty, no one.
"You arenā€™t" she promised
"Carla-"
"I swear you are not" she interrupted you. Suddenly, her brain seemed to wake up and the words she had practiced in the car fell out of her mouth "I'm sorry it took me so long, I'm sorry I was so stupid. I was so afraid of being alone, of not deserving of anyone, that I ended up accepting the first thing I could. But now I know that I love you "
"You're lying" you whispered "You...don't feel that way about me"
"I do" she promised
"And why didn't you say anything before?"
"I was scared. I took you for granted, because you were always there for me, no matter what. I ignored my heart, the butterflies in my stomach, the jealousy when I saw you too close to my mother. I didn't want to admit how I felt about you. And I didn't realize that I already had everything I ever wanted in front of me. I'm sorry. "
You looked into her eyes, searching for any trace of lies or mockery. But you didn't find it. She was telling the truth, she reciprocated your feelings.
You smiled at her and pulled her to you for another deep kiss. This time it was she who moaned against your mouth. The two of you poured all your feelings into that kiss, all the tension that you didn't even know had built up between you two.
Carla pulled away and felt a twinge of pride when she saw your swollen lips and the blush that ran from your cheeks to your neck. God you were beautiful.
"Carla I-"
"Shhh, no" she shut you up "you know I suck at this and that I hate romanticism. I already used up what little self-control I had"
You laughed a bit and she wiped away the tears you didn't even know had started to fall down your cheeks. She kissed you again and her hands lifted the towel a little over your thighs.
"Carla-"
"My mother has unsettlingly clear ideas about your body" she said abruptly "Something about lending you a blouse?"
"Oh...that" you laughed nervously "Yeah.. maybe I tried it on in front of her" you admitted
"Well, thank you very much, now I have to live with the knowledge that my mother has seen more of my girlfriend's body than I have."
"Girlfriend?" you smirked
Carla froze. Her cheeks quickly turned red and her eyes couldn't meet your face.
"I-I, w-well, I mean, m-maybe I should have waited a little longer, I-I just thought that-"
You cut her adorable and nervous babbling with a deep kiss that she happily returned.
"Take me to bed, then we discuss the status of our relationship" you said
"Deal"
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Isis smirked behind her beer when Carla groaned as you and Jackson yelled at her to run. She had no idea how you had managed to convince her to play with you, but here you were.
She suspected that it had little to do with being a "good mother to her son" and more to do with the shorts you were wearing. Either way, Isis was happy that her daughter found what she had been searching for so long.
You laughed when your girlfriend came back to your side with the ball in her hand. Her face was red from exhaustion and she was already sweating. She grunted a little but you pecked her lips to calm her down.
"I really hate this game" she muttered
"It doesn't matter, your girlfriend and your son love it. You'll get used to it" you joked.
You were about to kiss her again when you saw a figure walking towards you. You frowned and your grip tightened on the bat. Carla looked at you confused before following your gaze. She froze when she saw Ty walking towards you two with a bouquet of roses.
"I guess we got to the part where you forgive him" you whispered.
She looked at you and frowned. She intertwined her fingers with yours and kissed you on the cheek.
"Never again" she promised you.
You smiled at her and the two of you waited for Ty to be in front of you. The man looked at Carla, then at your hands and then back at Carla, completely ignoring you.
"We can talk?" He asked her
"No" she answered firmly
"Listen Carla, I made a mistake-"
"Me too" she cut him off "I made the mistake of being with you. To forgive you several times when I knew you would fail me again. No more. Get out of here"
"But-"
"You listened to the lady, buddy. Get out!" You grunted.
"Uh...and you are?" he asked, finally looking at you.
You felt his eyes run up and down your body, stopping a little on your legs. It made you want to throw up and by the way Carla squeezed your hand, you knew she hadn't liked it either. Not one bit.
"My girlfriend" she told him
"Girlfriend?" he scoffed "I thought you didn't want to see more vagi-"
You pointed the bat at his face before he could finish the sentence.
"Unlike you, I know how to use this" you growled "Get out of here before I use your head as a ball"
"You wouldn't" he smiled at you "Hey, there's no need to fight, you two are beautiful and I'm fabulous. Why don't we just put this in bed and be happy?"
You were about to insult him when Carla took the bat from you and used it to hit him hard in the balls. The man doubled over in pain before falling to the ground. You didn't know whether to laugh or feel bad for him.
"This butt is mine" Carla growled, releasing your hand and grabbing one of your buttocks to draw you closer to her "And nobody else's. If you get close to me or my family again, I'm going to hit a home run with your balls"
You held back your laughter and let her drag you out of there, leaving the poor man lying on the ground.
Carla yelled something about going for ice cream, causing Jackson to run to the car. Isis, unlike you, laughed the whole way. You smiled and took one last look at the roses that were now on the ground.
ā€œThat was hotā€ you whispered to her. Carla smiled and pecked your lips.
Her hand never left your ass until you got in the car.
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I See You, I Know You- and Iā€™m Not Going Anywhere
You're All I've Ever Wanted, All I Want to Know, part 2
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Warnings: SMUT! THERE IS LOTS OF SMUT AHEAD!, oral (fem receiving), p in v sexy sex, shitty fiance of reader being shitty, slurs against the french (frog/froggy), angst, LOADS of feels, infidelity, gene mooning over reader to potentially OOC levels, tiny bit of innocence kink referenced, reader gets chatty when horny, untranslated french (bc itā€™s Geneā€™s POV so he wouldnā€™t think process and translate french in his head (let me know if you want me to add them)), unprotected sex (letā€™s just pretend thereā€™s no risk, yes?), guilt, lots of potty words.
(My fancast for Peter Kelly is Pablo Schreiber but feel free to ignore it.)
Title(s) come from Duet by Penny and SparrowĀ and Only You by Matthew Perryman Jones
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It had been a relatively calm day in Schoonderlogt. The day was sunny- cold, but sunny- and everyone was taking advantage of the well-deserved break from the frontlines.
Gene was drinking some of the best coffee heā€™d had in months while watching a handful of Airborne and Army soldiers play some vaguely ruled interpretation of basketball, his eyes darting every so often towards the table a few yards away where you and the other nurses were casually sterilizing the linens and strips of fabric.Ā 
You looked beautiful- your hair loose and your smile radiant as you laughed and joked with your friends. It wasnā€™t often that all of the companyā€™s nurses were at the same place at the same time, so when the stars aligned and you got to see each other it never failed to bring you joy that would last for days afterward.
Your eyes caught his, and Gene couldnā€™t help but smile when you shot him a wink.
The merriment didnā€™t last much longer for you.
While Gene had been lighting a cigarette, he was dimly aware of another Jeep-load of Army men arriving at the mouth of the courtyard, not really concerned with the new arrivals.
Until you screamed.
When Gene and the other Easy men whipped their heads over towards the sound, he saw that someone- some man- had wrapped their arms around you from behind and lifted you off of your feet, a broad smile on the manā€™s face as he spun you around bodily.
ā€œFroggy!ā€
Gene hadnā€™t realized heā€™d already gotten up and begun rushing for you until he saw Liebgott sprinting past him with balled fists and a fixed jaw. His blood was cold in his veins, heart thrumming anxiously as he catches sight of your pale face when the man sets you down, quickly turning in the manā€™s embrace and staring up at the grinning intruder.
Everyone comes to a halt when the man grips your bottom and pulls you into him for a deep kiss.
ā€œHey, Y/N!ā€ Liebgott shouts, Gene watching with angry confusion as you quickly pull out of the kiss but donā€™t continue to shove the man away. ā€œThis guy bothering you?ā€
With your cheeks blazing, you offer a smile that doesn't reach your eyes, eyes still wide and flickering between Easy and this stranger.
ā€œNo,ā€ you manage to say before the man wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you back into him.
ā€œYou gonna introduce me, Froggy-girl?ā€
Gene doesnā€™t like the way this man is bodily handling you, but what he really doesnā€™t like is how you seem to be letting him.
You clear your throat before shyly meeting Geneā€™s eyes.
ā€œGuys, this is Peter Kelly,ā€ you quickly look away from Gene and look to Joe Liebgott. ā€œMy fiance.ā€
You might as well have yanked Geneā€™s feet from under him.
~
Peter was everything Gene wasnā€™t: loud and boisterous and gregarious and extroverted, his jovial attitude initially winning over most of the guys.
That approval dissipates the more Peter drinks that night.
For Gene, heā€™d hated the man instantly. Not only because he was already half in love with you- although that was certainly a contributing factor.
No, Pete lost any respect from Gene the moment he saw the clear hickies hiding just beneath the collar of the manā€™s shirt.Ā 
One time, when the two of you had been rolling bandages for restocking the soldierā€™s med-kits, youā€™d insinuated that Peter had a wandering eye. You hadnā€™t elaborated, but there had certainly been a tone of sad acceptance in your voice as youā€™d said it.
Judging by the way your eyes kept lingering on Peterā€™s throat, Gene knew that you knew exactly what had caused those marks.
It made Gene furious, but for your sake, he kept his seething to a minimum.
You seemed to shrink in on yourself, as if Peterā€™s presence made you wither from the inside. The more he spoke about you, it was clear to anyone listening that he didnā€™t respect you. Several times, Peter had referred to your nursing as ā€˜endearingā€™, ignoring your reminder that you werenā€™t doing this as a hobby with a look of faux apology and an admonishment for ā€˜upsetting your delicate frog-feelingsā€™.
When Guarno had finally taken the bait and asked what all the frog references were about, youā€™d frowned and excused yourself with a grimace- a glower staining your face when Peterā€™s arm shoots out to pull you into his lap.
ā€œWell, just look at her face- Doesnā€™t she look like the poutiest widdle frog?ā€Ā 
He said this like a praise, Geneā€™s blood boiling as he watches you glare at a spot on the ground. With a bit of the fire you normally showed, you detangle yourself from his hold and announce that youā€™re going to refill your canteen- ignoring his childish whine and yelping when he smacks your ass as you leave.
ā€œAlso,ā€ Peter says like a secret while hungrily watching you walk away. ā€œHer mamaā€™s second husband was one of those Frenchie types- so sometimes she acts a little spoiled- and all of us used to tell her to stop beinā€™ so froggy.ā€
When Peter shoots a wink Geneā€™s way, Gene gives him a glare before getting up and going the opposite direction you- not wanting to make your life any more difficult than Peter was clearly making it right now.
A little bit later, after Peter and some of the other Army guys invite Easy to join them at their basecamp, Gene overhears you and Peter arguing behind one of the stone buildings.
ā€œIā€™m basically your husband, how am I supposed to explain to the guys that my girl doesnā€™t even want me to spend the night with her?ā€
ā€œBecause I know what ā€˜spending the nightā€™ entails, and that is certainly not happeningā€”ā€
Gene hears Peter groan, the beer heā€™d had earlier making him act more immature than before.
ā€œIā€™m not getting tested. Why canā€™t you just trust meā€”?ā€
ā€œBecause youā€™re not trustworthy!ā€ your voice is shrill, disgust lurking below the surface. ā€œYou clearly have been with someone recently, and I refuse to risk my job- my life- because you want to get off.ā€
Peter scoffs at that, and Gene creeps closer to hear better.
ā€œYouā€™re a nurse, Y/N. itā€™s not like youā€™re a medicā€”ā€
ā€œFuck you.ā€
Gene retreats quickly upon hearing your footsteps, only stopping when he hears a smacking sound. Before he can rush back, he hears you snarl.
ā€œDonā€™t think you can ever put your hands on me like that ever again- on anyone. Next time, I wonā€™t go easy on you with a slap. Now go away.ā€
~
With everyone else gone to the Armyā€™s basecamp, Gene joins you in your temporary quarters, where youā€™re scribbling inventory reports with an angry grip on your pen.
Itā€™s tense- and Gene wonders if youā€™d somehow known that heā€™d overheard your spat with Peter earlier. Your shoulders are up by your shoulders, leg bouncing beneath the table as you sit on the seatā€™s edge.
Gene knows youā€™re upset, but selfishly heā€™s upset too and knows he wonā€™t be able to leave you to fester without at least trying to talk to you.
With obvious frustration, you all but throw your finished report towards the pile of completed paperwork by your feet, clearing your throat a few times as you stare at the wall in front of you.
Suddenly you sigh, your head tilting upward as your shoulders slump in defeat.
ā€œJust go ahead and say it, Eugene.ā€
Gene frowns, staring at the back of your head. ā€œSay what, Y/Nā€”?ā€
ā€œWhatever youā€™re trying so hard not to say, I can feel you ruminating all the way from over here.ā€
He pauses, feeling as if he may be walking into a trap that could make things infinitely worse.Ā 
Screw it.
ā€œYou deserve better.ā€
You scoff sadly, a bitter sound that makes his chest ache in empathy.
ā€œYou sure about that?ā€
ā€œā€˜Course I am. You deserve someone who doesnā€™t talk to you like youā€™re nuthinā€™. Someone who is kind and good and wants to make you happyā€”ā€
ā€œWhat makes you think that he isnā€™t all of those things?ā€
ā€œHeā€™s a pig, Y/Nā€¦.he is nuthinā€™ but mean and cruel and youā€™ve gotta see thatā€”ā€
ā€œHow do you know that I didnā€™t used to be like him- just like him?ā€
Now heā€™s getting angry too, all of his rage from earlier coming back in full force without his permission.
ā€œStop beinā€™ contrary jusā€™ for the sake of it! Jesus, Y/N, you clearly donā€™t love him, whyā€™re you still married ifā€”?ā€
You slam down the pen youā€™ve been tapping aggressively, whirling around to turn the full force of your scowl upon him.
ā€œWhat makes you think I havenā€™t tried to end it?!ā€
Carelessly nudging the chair out of your path, you storm across the room to stand before him and jab your index finger into the center of his chest.
ā€œI hate to break it to you, Eugene, but some women donā€™t get to change their minds! Some of us could beg until weā€™re blue in the face and weā€™ll still be forced to tie ourselves to men who we hate, just because our parents want to reap the benefits of such arrangements!ā€
Your lip has begun to quiver, eyes shining with unshed tears as you look up at him.
ā€œSome of us donā€™t get to be happy, donā€™t get to marry the people we love!ā€
Guilt makes his stomach feel sour, especially when you bury your face in his shirtfront and bite back a whimper of heartbreak- your breath hot through the layers of clothing as you choke back more cries.
ā€œHey,ā€ Gene whispers, the anger heā€™d been feeling sizzling out like a drenched flame. ā€œā€˜M sorry, Y/N- please donā€™t cryā€¦.ā€
You allow him to encourage your face away from his chest, taking your face in his hands and brushing the hair out of your face.
You look so defeated, so goddamn hopeless that it almost makes him want to cry, too.Ā 
Unable to bear the sight of you upset for one more moment, Gene interrupts you mid-sob to catch your lips in a reassuring kiss.
Itā€™s rougher than he intended, his desperation to quell your sorrow causing him to pull you into him a bit too quickly and causing your noses to press together uncomfortably for a moment. To his surprise, you donā€™t make any move to pull away- your hands coming up to grip at the front of his shirt with an anxiousness he hadnā€™t seen from you in years.
It reminds him of the first time he touched you.
Your lips are slightly trembling as you lean into him to deepen the kiss, and when Geneā€™s other hand comes up to cup your face he can feel the stick of drying tears on his palm. Seeing how your fiance had possessively gripped your face in his hand earlier had Geneā€™s blood boiling earlier- the lack of reverence the man had for you painfully clear in the way he spoke to you, the way he seemed to grope at you as if your flesh solely existed for his pleasure.
As if Gene didn't have enough reasons to hate Peter Kelly, the son of a bitch didnā€™t even appreciate the gift Gene knew you to be.
You were better than any of them, and he was sure that if he were to ask anyone else in Easy they would say the same. And, if the tension between Peter and the rest of the men were anything to go by, the general consensus was that the man didnā€™t deserve you. How heā€™d gotten you in the first place was a marvel that Gene couldnā€™t even begin to fathom.
Right now, all he knew was you, you, you.Ā Ā 
Your hands fisted in his hair offered the most comforting sting of passion, and Gene would be lying if he said that having you so fervent for him didnā€™t drive him to the brink of insanity. Heightened emotion was something the both of you seemed to have lost throughout this god-awful war, something youā€™d both had to relinquish in order to survive.Ā 
Any time you showed these sparks of life, Gene felt a warmth in his chest that envied the most golden sunshine.
It reminded him that you were alive and he was alive and there was still a chance for something good to happen after all of this.
All of his thoughts return to you, feeling guilty for reflecting in a moment that demanded- no, deserved all of his attention and gratitude. He could admire you privately after you fell asleep, in his arms.
Right now, he needed to remind you that you were something worthy of worship.Ā Ā 
You whimper against his mouth when he slides his hands up the planes of your back beneath your sweater, breaking away from your lips momentarily to pull the sweater over your head and toss it to the floor.Ā 
ā€œI need you,ā€ youā€™re whispering, your hands coming to tear at the buttons of his jacket as if it is personally offending you. ā€œIā€™m so sorry, but I doā€¦.Please, Gene! I fucking need youā€”!ā€
Gene is quick to shush you, quickly helping you finish divesting him of his jacket so he can swallow your apologies in another toe-curling kiss. Growing up, heā€™d been taught that marriage was a life-long commitment, that anyone who broke that promise was ungodly or impure.
Of course, heā€™d also naively believed that people only got married because they were deeply and wholly in love with one another. It wasnā€™t until he had met you in Toccoa that heā€™d realized that love sometimes had nothing to do with it, that those sort of things weren't necessarily as clean-cut as heā€™d been led to believe.
Taking your face in his hands again, he tilts your face up so he can kiss at the warm skin beneath your jaw, liking the way your moan vibrates in your throat as he walks you back to the table youā€™d been working at and presses your backside against it.Ā  The sound of your open-mouthed panting had him painfully hard already- itā€™s almost embarrassing how little you have to do to get him like this.
He hadnā€™t even realized one of your hands had been working at the fastening of his pants until youā€™ve begun to scratch your nails softly down the skin of his lower stomach, and when his hips jump in surprise he can feel your breath hitch in your throat with heady amusement. When you do it again, he can hear the smile in your exhale.
ā€œSuch a perfect cock,ā€ you nearly coo, your touch light as your fingertips brush over the head of him. ā€œCanā€™t believe how perfect you areā€¦.ā€
You get like this sometimes when you get turned on, Gene has come to learn.- all lust-drunk and babbly as your words switch from thoughtful to stream of consciousness. Itā€™s endearing, so wildly endearing that Gene would go as far as to call this habit cute.Ā 
Cute was the only term you ever showed resistance to, even in jest. Your reaction to the word was so viscerally negative that it had even surprised him- the person who you had frequently insisted knew you the best.
After meeting your fiance and his degrading attempts at ā€˜praiseā€™, Gene was now able to understand why.Ā 
Your hand was stroking him in earnest now, having used his precum to coat your hand so your movements were smooth and confident. Despite the fact that heā€™d managed to get your trousers undone and loose around your thighs, Gene hadnā€™t been able to actually do anything else other than clutch at your hips and gasp into your neck as you rhythmically ruined him.
Normally, this is as far as you two would get- one of you getting the other off with your hands (and sometimes mouths) before someone or something would interrupt the otherā€™s attempt at reciprocation and youā€™d both have to dive back into your duties to the Company. It was deeply unsatisfying- particularly for Gene because he wasnā€™t afraid to admit that making you cum wasnā€™t one of his favorite things to do. Each and every time he didnā€™t get to return the favor made him feel terribly guilty- like he had somehow exploited your feelings for him.
It made him feel sick. It didnā€™t matter how many times you insisted that you didn't see it that way, he always was left feeling as if heā€™d been inexcusably selfish.Ā 
He hated it.
But tonight was different. For once, the two of you werenā€™t the only medics available for the dozens of men who seemed to have a near-constant stream of injuries and festering wounds. The Army was there with their fourteen medics and nurses and the majority of Easy company had gone to visit their camp in order to mooch some of their beer and US-funded entertainment.
No one would be interrupting his time with you tonight.Ā 
Not even your fiance, who was no doubt dishonoring his vows of fidelity right now.
It didnā€™t have to stop. He didnā€™t want it to stop.
ā€œWait, Minette,ā€ Gene chokes out, reaching down to stop your sinfully-sweet touch before he lost himself in it. ā€œJusā€™ wait a secondā€¦..ā€
You make a sound of disappointment in your throat, and when he pulls back enough to look at you he can see a small pout on your lips- as if heā€™s deprived you of something. The sight makes him feel lightheaded, the implications almost enough toā€¦.
Focus, focus.
ā€œYou were so close,ā€ your voice holds an undertone of frustration, your other hand attempting to sneak down and finish what the other had started. When he takes that wrist as well, your eyebrows furrow almost comically. ā€œWhat are you doing, Eugeneā€”?ā€
You cut yourself off when he suddenly drops to his knees, hands hooking in the waist of your pants and underwear as he does so and shucking them down to your ankles. Your eyes are wide now, cheeks flushed and eyebrows high in surprise.
Keeping his gaze on you, he leans forward enough to press a kiss to your freshly bared thigh. By the time he moves to give the other the same treatment, he can see that your eyes are becoming soft once more.
ā€œI wanna take your boots off,ā€ Gene says as evenly as he can, electricity crackling in his veins at the smell of you. ā€œCan I do that, Y/N?ā€
At your hurried nod, Gene kisses a ā€˜good girlā€™ to your skin quickly before bowing his head to unlace your boots with shaking fingers. Heā€™s thankful for the time it takes him to do so- it gives him the opportunity to get his thoughts together and regain some semblance of control over himself.
Maybe one day he could be impulsive when it came to you, when neither of you had the threat of death hanging over your heads like a heavy cloud.
But now, with each moment commonly understood as having the potential to be your last, Gene couldnā€™t afford to leave you as anything other than satisfiedā€¦..worshipped.
By the time he has your boots removed and one of your legs freed from your trousers, he wants nothing more than to make you come apart beneath him. Because of him.
Looking back up at you, he can see that youā€™ve unbuttoned your shirt and thrown it open so he can see your nipples harden beneath your once white t-shirt- the weather was far too cold to consider undressing to complete nudity. Your mouth is pink and swollen, shiny from your tongue having recently darted out to wet them.
For a moment, Gene is stuck- too awed by your beauty to risk moving and missing a moment of it. Your heated whisper of his name is the only thing that shakes him free, and he canā€™t help but lean into your touch when you card a hand through his hair again.
Bringing his rifle-roughened hands to your knees, he purposefully slides them up your thighs until he can rub his thumbs over your hip bones. When he presses on them lightly, you follow his touch and perch yourself on the edge of the table with a quiet curse. The action parts your lower lips slightly, a movement he is quick to chase with his mouth.Ā 
He wastes no time shouldering his way between your thighs, using his hands to guide them over his shoulders as he starts to lick gently at the seam of your sex.
ā€œFuck,ā€ you whimper, your other hand coming down to scratch lightly at his scalp. ā€œFuck, Eugeneā€¦.you donā€™t have toā€”ohh!ā€
Your unnecessary reassurance is lost in a sigh of arousal the moment his thumbs open you up more for him so he can circle the tip of his tongue around your clit before laving it more purposefully. You always tried to reassure him that using his mouth on you wasnā€™t necessary, clearly not accustomed to having a partner who enjoyed doing so.
Not that Gene was an expert, not by any means.
But, between having mapped out your sex with his fingers and the limited experience heā€™d had before the war paired with his- er, considerable knowledge of the human anatomy- he knew enough to take out most of the guesswork.
He hasnā€™t had many opportunities to go down on you- three on the boat ride to England, five times during your time in Alderbourne, twice since dropping into Normandy. Youā€™d dropped to your knees for him far more than that, and now that he had more perspective on what your relationship with Peter had probably entailed Gene was determined to make up for each and every indulgence youā€™d offered him.
The tremor of your thighs tells him that youā€™re getting close, and he can tell by the way the muscles of your stomach clench beneath his greedy palm that youā€™re starting to have a hard time keeping yourself up as you watched him devour you. He hadnā€™t realized how vigorously heā€™d been attending to you, too lost in your taste and smell to hear the interspersing chant of his name being showered upon him as praise spilled from your lips once more.
With a groan, brings you to orgasm, refusing to cease his suckling despite the blooming ache in his jaw. It isnā€™t until your foot raises to press at his shoulder that he allows you to push him away, and he can tell that heā€™s exhausted you by the way you fall back and writhe while your release works itself through your bloodstream.
ā€œOh my God, Gene,ā€ you keep repeating, chest jumping with adrenaline. ā€œWhy are youā€¦.how are you so good?ā€
He chuckles at that, his cheeks darkening at the praise. Gene watches as your eyes skate down his body to look at his cock, swallowing audibly before looking into his eyes once more. Before he can assure you that he understands if you donā€™t want to keep going, you carefully sit up and look up at him bashfully, biting the inside of your lower lip and bringing your hand to his cheek.
The look youā€™re giving him starts to make him nervous. Heā€™s about to ask you whatā€™s wrong when you clear your throat and tell him.
ā€œI...I donā€™t know if Iā€™m good at it.ā€
Gene frowns, searching your face for clarification as to what youā€™re trying to say.
ā€œWhatā€™re you mean, ma cherie? Whatā€™s got you so worried?ā€
Your shoulders nearly slump as you sigh, giving him a weak smile as you clear your throat once more.Ā 
ā€œAt sex, Gene. Iā€™m worriedā€”I donā€™t know how to make it good for you...ā€
With a shake of his head, he brings his crooked index finger under your chin to stop you from hanging your head in embarrassment. You look so lost right now it breaks his heart.
ā€œMinette, you are the best thing to ever happen to me.ā€
When you open your mouth to rebuke his statement heā€™s quick to kiss you, using his free hand to bring yours from his cheek to press against the middle of his chest. It takes you a moment, but you do kiss him back, inhaling sharply as he nips carefully at your bottom lip.
Pulling back, Gene traces his thumb over your lips and gives you a soft smile.
ā€œNever worry about me, ā€˜cause there isnā€™t a damn thing you could do that wouldnā€™t make it ā€˜good for meā€™.ā€
You narrow your eyes at that. ā€œI doubt thatā€™s trueā€”ā€
Gene snorts and shakes his head admonishingly. ā€œDoubt all you want, darlinā€™. Donā€™t make any of what I said change one bit.ā€
You look at him for a bit, eyes softening again and your hand smoothing down his chest with a hum. He thinks youā€™re going to require further reassurance until he watches as you purposefully part your mouth enough for his thumb to slip between your lips. The sight of you watching him paired with the drag of your tongue along the pad of his finger goes straight to his cock, reminding him of just how hard heā€™s become.
When you release him with a gentle nip to his fingertip, Gene stares at you in disbelief.
ā€œJĆ©sus Christ, cherie,ā€ he canā€™t help but murmur. ā€œVous ne jouez pas justeā€¦ā€
You tilt your head slightly, clearly aware of what heā€™s said but seeming to understand the gist of it.
ā€œShow me what you like,ā€ you whisper, scooting your hips to the very edge of the table and brushing your lips against his. ā€œIā€™ve wanted you for so longā€¦.ā€
Gene kisses you as he slips inside of you, your gasp of pleasure sweet on his tongue. Unprompted, you bring your legs up to find some purchase around his hips and squeak as you take all of him in at once.
Bon Dieu, tu te sens comme le paradisā€¦.
You are clutching at him, your hands dancing for the best place to grip him before settling on one arm hooking around his neck and your other hand bracing at his left bicep. Itā€™s an awkward position- probably because neither of you had ever tried to fuck on a table before- so Gene tries to get past the near blinding pressure building in his loins and wraps one of his arms around your hips to slightly adjust the bend in your spine.
ā€œShit, Iā€™m sorryā€”!ā€ you being to apologize before he cuts you off.
ā€œNon, non, non, non Minetteā€¦.just let me try andā€”ā€
You both cry out as he suddenly ruts deep, your nails digging into his flesh through his shirts you gape up at him in surprise.
ā€œOh, oh!ā€
ā€œā€˜S that okay?ā€ he grits out, resisting every fiber in his body that is begging for him to piston his hips and just fuck you already. You nod quickly, rolling your hips experimentally and kissing him quickly when he keens before he can stop himself. Gene grits his teeth at the sweetness youā€™re showing him. Youā€™re just so good. ā€œIā€™ll stop if itā€™sā€”ā€
ā€œMore than okayā€¦.do that again- please donā€™t stop!ā€
Thereā€™s something soā€¦. overwhelming about the way youā€™re looking at him, with your eyes wide and lips parted. The whimper that comes from the back of your throat at his next thrust combined with your bewildered expression makes you appear so beautifully innocent that Gene momentarily forgets how to breathe. Maybe innocent is the wrong word.Ā 
Honest. Yes, that was it.
It was your honesty that was overwhelming him, the lack of theater in your reactions to him and his touch so genuine and open that he almost didnā€™t know what to do with himself. Having you- the most glorious creature heā€™d ever met, would ever meet- gaze at him as if heā€™s hung the stars in the sky was just so bewitching and unexpected, particularly because of how highly he regarded you.
Your eyes have a glossy look to them, almost as if you were drunk. Rather than the babble heā€™d anticipated hearing from you, youā€™ve gone almost silent aside from the sighs and gasps of pleasure that accompany each piston of his hips into your tight velvet heat. Head lolled back, you watch him from under heavy lids while meeting his thrusts with careful pitches of your own, your eyelashes fluttering in response to his punched-out breath washing over your face.
If he didnā€™t know any better, Gene would say that you had undersold your experience on purpose. You had to know what you were doing to him.
How devastatingly close you were to unmanning him.
ā€œIs it good, Ma Chatounette?ā€ he can hear himself ask, his head already swimming with the initial signs of orgasm. ā€œAm I making you feel good?ā€
You nod shallowly, mouth opening to reply but no sound coming out. The hand youā€™ve braced on his arm now has started to claw, and he can feel you tighten around him.Ā 
Youā€™re close, too.
ā€œPlease,ā€ you nearly weep, your hips starting to rut against him. ā€œPlease please please pleaseā€”!ā€
ā€œD'accord,ā€ļæ½ļæ½ he nods, taking your words as permission to allow his body to chase that fire thatā€™s been burning him alive for quite some time now. ā€œJe te donnerai ce dont tu as besoin, chĆ©rie. Je vais le rendre meilleurā€¦.ā€
Gene moans as you allow him to put a hand on your shoulder and press you back so youā€™re laying back on the table, your back arching sinfully as you mewl for him. Your legs tighten around his waist, and he feels his jaw go slack at the sight of your rolling hips coming to meet him thrust for thrust. Youā€™ve begun to chant his name again, the sheen of sweat on your skin making you look like some carnal divinity sent to him for the sole purpose of ruining him.
And who was he to deny an angel?
Your arms wrap around him as he hunches over to brace his elbows by your shoulders, pressing your hot cheek against his - nibbling at his earlobe as his rhythm becomes punishing.
ā€œMa ruine, mon ange, je ne veux jamais ĆŖtre sans toiā€”ā€
ā€œCome for me- please, please, Iā€™ve never felt so goodā€”ā€
Itā€™s the catch of his pelvis against your clit that snaps both of you into oblivion, Geneā€™s vision going white as he clutches at whatever parts of you he can get his hands on, choking on his own breath as the bite of your fingernails adds the perfect amount of pain to his release. Heā€™s aware of you crying out in release, but itā€™s swirled into the sound of blood racing in his ears as your tightening walls milk him for all heā€™s worth.
As his vision returns to him, he laboriously removes his head from the curve of your shoulder to look at you, his heart freezing midbeat when he sees tears streaming down your cheeks.
ā€œY/N?ā€
Youā€™re shaking your head, hands finding his cheeks to bring his mouth to yours so you can kiss him syrupy-slow, the action throwing him for a loop.
ā€œIā€™m happy,ā€ you insist between kisses. ā€œIt was so goodā€¦. I-I donā€™t know why Iā€™m crying, Iā€™m sorryā€”ā€
Gene calms instantly, kissing you back and sighing into your mouth.
He understood what you were trying to say, knew exactly what you were experiencing. It made him stupidly happy that he wasnā€™t the only one overwhelmed by thisā€¦.connection you two had.
Heā€™d never had a lover who had reciprocated his feelings so fully. Then again, heā€™d never felt this with anyone else before, either.
ā€œDonā€™t be sorry, Minetteā€¦.I feel it, too.ā€
It takes the two of you a while, but you do eventually manage to move to the small mattress in the corner of the room, tangling yourselves together beneath the moderate warmth of the blankets and coats youā€™d scavenged earlier while avoiding Peter.
You mustā€™ve thought he was asleep, because he has a feeling you wouldnā€™t have dared to say the words aloud.
ā€œI love you,ā€ you whispered against his shoulder in the darkness. ā€œHowever terrible that makes me, Iā€™m in love with you Eugene Roe.ā€
Gene is thankful for the pitch-black surrounding you. That way, he can allow himself to smile without fear of you seeing it.
Je suis amoureux de toi depuis des annĆ©es, (Y/N).Ā  J'ai hĆ¢te de te le dire un jour.
But for now, this was enough.
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(*hides under covers for the rest of the day* OK THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME THIS HAS BEEN MY FIC DO WITH IT WHAT YOU WILL)
Taglist:Ā @mrseasycompanyā€‹ @itswormtrain @mrsalwayswriteā€‹ @happyvedayā€‹Ā @sunsetmandoā€‹ @ricksmortyā€‹ @liebgotttmeā€‹
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actual-fucking-clown Ā· 3 years ago
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I just heard that you're doing requests!!! I already love your content and fully agree that Natsuo Todoroki is King~!!! If I may bother to ask a request? Just all the hcs you want to write about Ice Man bc it's getting to June where I live, and I don't mind cooling down~
Tera, my beloved, I'm going to be honest I literally fucking screamed upon seeing this request!!! Iā€™ve been reading your fics before I even had like an acc here, so we vibin :) Also after the day Iā€™ve had I need some fucking Ice man in my life n hopefully doing this will help me write my way out of the writers block that has been plaguing me for months!!!!
Future Blue here to say I had up to like all done last night and then my internet ate shit and I lost everything after 5. smfh. Woulda been done last night but the loss of my writing got me fucked up lolololololol. N e way
Warnings: cursing obvi, uh like nsfw for a hc or 2, my unorganized hcs that really follow no succinctĀ line of thought and might not even be actual hcs???????
So Natsuo,Ā 
There is not a thing I wouldnā€™t do for this man, bc honestly after all the shit heā€™s put up with he deserves the world and then some. But I digress.
1. I think heā€™s a hesitant but attentive boyf. Like he seems like a genuinely friendly dude but I think itā€™d take him a while to properly warm up to someone enough to date them. And even then I think he might struggle to open up to his partner about anything like, emotionally. Not to say heā€™s entirely emotionally closed off or anything but somethings are just harder to trust people with. The main thing being his familial issues. And of course thatā€™s were most of this stems from.Ā 
Now for the attentive part. His family dynamic has set a precedent on what not to do in a relationship so heā€™s always hyper aware of the things he or his s/o does, trying his best to avoid making any of the mistakes his parents made. Of course if he finds the right person heā€™ll be surprised to find that having a non-toxic relationship can be less stressful than he thought. Itā€™s like a huge weight was just lifted from his shoulders.
2. Heā€™s fucking hella romantic. Like heā€™s shitty romance movie romantic. Heā€™s out here trying his best n woof. Gimme gimme. On date nights he pulls out all the stops. Sometimes itā€™s a nice classic dinner date at a pretty nice restaurant downtown, or itā€™s a picnic in the park at noon, or itā€™s stargazing from the roof of his or his s/oā€™s dorm/apartment/house, or driving out to a beach just for a long walk at sunset, or road trips to nowhere in particular. I could go on, I really could but you get the gist.
3. Heā€™s got shitty pickup lines for days. Whenever I say shitty I mean likeĀ ā€œgod I hate it but at the same time I love itā€ kinda shitty. But yeah he likes to see his s/oā€™s reaction to his stupid pickup lines, whether they get flustered, or die laughing, or groan and make a snide remark, heā€™s here for it. Shoot one back at him and he getā€™s so absolutely red. Mans wasnā€™t ready. Mans will never be ready.
4. This just came to me but letā€™s be honest a lot of us here, myself included, have some sort of fucking daddy kink and like, I get it obvi but in this situation never call this man daddy. I feel like for him that is an instant turn off. Iā€™m sorry to everyone Iā€™m letting down but sometimes daddy issues donā€™t lead to a daddy kink.Ā 
5. But on the topic of kinks I think this man is pretty vanilla, he doesnā€™t screamĀ ā€œfreakā€ to me, you know? Just normal amazing sex. Oh but he does enjoy hella praise both receiving and giving.
6. Hopping off that train of thought and onto another I think he kinda tries to keep his s/o as far away from his family as possible. He doesnā€™t hate them (when I say them you know i mean everyone except Enji bc he avoids that man like the plague and like keeping his s/o far far far away from that man was a given), no he just likes to have something so utterly untouched by his family issues. Mans needs a breath of fresh air.
-These next 2 I think will veer off from being hcs a bit and just like shit that I like to think about in general. Does that make sense? Who knows lololol. N e way. I like to think a lot about two aspects of this man, well 1 aspect of the man himself and one....dynamic? Itā€™ll make sense in a few so just hear me out.Ā 
7.Ā Ok so like I saw this post somewhere eons and eons ago. It was long before current manga events, maybe around the time weā€™d just gotten Natsuo in the manga. My memory of this post is hazy at best so bear with me as I stumble over my thoughts. Obvi at this point in time we had little to nothing on this beautiful, beautiful man, so people were left to theorize. So this one post, was really that shitty meme where itā€™s likeĀ ā€œsmall brain if you think such n such, bigger brain if this, n galaxy brain if this, etc., etc.ā€ Where in essence it was like,Ā ā€œHe probably has a weak ice quirk but what if some sort of ice based healing quirk or no quirk at all!ā€ N i think about it a lot to this day. I donā€™t believe that either of those are true but I do think it is absolutely immaculate food for thought so uh do with that what you will.
8. I guess this is back on hc territory but Natsuo isnā€™t picky with who he dates, as long as youā€™re not an asshole heā€™s kinda set, good to go. Now most of the fics for him youā€™ll see are likeĀ ā€œay yo, youā€™re another college hoe or like youā€™re just a civilianā€ but like what would the dynamic be if he dated a hero?????? I donā€™t think he hates heroes but his father has definitely had an impact on his view of them. Heā€™s not enamored with them like I guess the rest of the population is so what if hero s/o?????? Perhaps?????? Have I suddenly had a fic idea??????? I like the idea of Natsuo with a like super popular Pro hero s/o or with like a super lowkey underground hero idk this whole post has been me spitballing shit.
9. Back onto proper hcs, itā€™s a common one that mans runs cold and ugh pls yes. It is also June rn and while the past few days have been cool and sexy the weeks prior had been hellish and on top of that I despise summer so give me all of that. Mans is your personal ac, heā€™s not opposed to his s/o just spending a hellishly hot day laying on top of him as they watch garbage reality tv.
10. Can we talk love language? Physical touch. He just radiates that energy. Probably touch starved, obviously due to you know what. But yeah definitely a hard physical touch. (Which is actually my least favorite love language considering Iā€™m quiteĀ āœØš“£š“øš“¾š“¬š“± š“»š“®š“¹š“¾š“µš“¼š“®š“­Ā āœØbut hey Iā€™m not here to project Iā€™m just here to tell you what I see n therefore think) He likes to be touching his s/o like 24/7. Out in public shopping or some shit? Holding hands, linked pinkies, arm around the shoulders or waist. At home? Sheesh be ready to be smothered bb.
TLDR: What a manĀ šŸ„µ
I think Iā€™ve gotten most if not all of my thoughts about our beloved ice man out. I hope you enjoyed my nonsensical ramblings :)
Have a good morning/afternoon/night!!!!!
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seijorhi Ā· 3 years ago
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asks :))
what i have learned today is that yā€™all wanna get fucked by some monsters...
What does nostos mean? What language is it in? šŸ¤” also I of course loved it, mind blown as usual queen
itā€™s ancient greek! it means homecoming, the idea of a triumphant return home for the hero after a long journey. i found it through looking at the root of nostalgia. in this fic of course itā€™s kind of a grim tongue in cheek play on it. the readerā€™s coming back to the mountains, but sheā€™s running away after a bad breakup, and the welcome she gets is... shall we say less than ideal haha
Just read nostos-
First of all as a person who reads monster shit- hell ya. Mhm. Thatā€™s some good shit right there. That was DELICIOUS horror. It actually had me a bit nervous and afraid to read what was gonna happen next šŸ˜³
Secondly- omg I wanna know what happened next (at the end) šŸ‘€ know what I mean??? šŸ˜¼
ANYWAY AS ALWAYS you never disappoint and your writing is fantastic (if/when you write horror yandere stuff again Iā€™ll be there- frothing at the mouth. A+++++ work ILYšŸ’–)
you want me to write the monster porn, just say it bby ghfjdkshgfjkd but ty
Omfg that fic was so good!
Did the readers mom know about monster kuroo?? Or was she just worried because of the previous murder? And did Kuroo somehow manipulate reader into coming back to the forest or was it just a big coincidence? (šŸ‘šŸ‘„šŸ‘ there's no such thing as a coincidence)
Looking forward to your future work <3
ty nonnie!! i didnā€™t have the right space for it, but after kohsuke was ripped apart and eaten kuroo stayed by the readerā€™s side until late in the night, only disappearing when he heard the readerā€™s parents/search party approaching. they found her lying in pools of blood (and scattered half eaten body parts), shaking and unresponsive ā€“ they knew no animal couldā€™ve done something like that. so they knew something lurked in those woods, but considering the reader had repressed the memories, her mom couldnā€™t just come out and say it <33
You are an AMAZING horror writer!!!
The uneasiness I got from the conversations with the mom is just *chefs kiss*
A+++++
ahh thank you!! horror is such a hard genre to write because iā€™m never sure if the suspense and everythingā€™s gonna hit right haha
I read Nostos before going to sleep last night and at the time I was like ā€œsure hope this doesnā€™t give me nightmaresā€ and thankfully it didnā€™t lol. But I think Iā€™m willing to take that chance again because itā€™s so GOOD and I think Iā€™m just going to have to relive it ā€“ @ohno-otome
fhdjgbfhjkdfn iā€™m glad it didnā€™t give you nightmares bby!! but i also appreciate that haha, iā€™m an absolute wimp with scary movies and stuff but i just canā€™t stop watching them haha
I just wanna say that I was listening to "You're a psychotic villain playlist" on youtube while reading Kuroo's oneshot and I can't explain the emotions I felt, but I'd let Kuroo do things to me asdfghjkl ā€“ @itishebihime-samaforyou
ooh nice! sometimes the right playlist makes things doubly as fun haha
OH MY GOD!?!?! Nostos was soooo GOOD?!?!? Like it was so creepy (but in a good way), and scary and suspenseful!! And the ending!?!? Omggg honestly one my fav fics from you!! You did my mans Kuroo justice šŸ„ŗšŸ’–šŸ’•
TYYYYYYY i was genuinely concerned i was gonna scare everybody off haha
Ah! The new fic! Chiefs kiss! Magnificent! Bravo!šŸ§šā€ā™€ļøāœØšŸ§žā€ā™€ļøšŸ¦–šŸ¦­šŸŒ¹šŸ’«
tysm nonnie!!! <33
iā€™m pretty sure iā€™m in the same/similar timezone as you? and i do be staying up late to be one of the first to read your fics (i usually stay up late anyways). so imagine my surprise when i see you post in the afternoon. in conclusion, whether you post to align with your european and american readersā€™ timezone, my gmt+10 arse will still be one of the first to read your fics. also nostos sjdufigyyjf i have to admit, i recently just found out about monster fucking and nostos scratched the itchšŸ˜« i feel bad for kohsuke though
bby i always post at like 2-4 in the morning please get some sleep!! the fics will be there in the morning lmao. i kinda low key forget about my aussie/gmt+10 followers because i think thereā€™s like... 3 of you haha
Honestly if i could give u a dollar everytime i got off to your fics, you'd probably be rich by now
lmao the idea that people find my fics hot enough to get off to still blows my mind lol
your newest kuroo fic was so SO good!! its totally okay if you dont want to answer this so you can keep things ambiguous but is monster kuroo planning on killing the reader after he's...done with them
thank you, bby!! but no, monster kuroo isnā€™t gonna eat her ā€“ heā€™s had plenty of chances to do that if thatā€™s what he wanted, but he has other plans for the poor reader
RHI, I WANT TO STATE FOR THE RECORD THAT I AM OKAY WITH MORE MONSTER FUCKING IN THE FUTURE. i also want to say im not a monster fucker, but that just feels like a lie at this point. okay, now that that's off my chest, i love it. the mystery, the connections of kuroo to a cat. kuroo's probably gonna go and batter around his prey once they're under his grip like my cat does. hopefully the reader will come out somewhat unscathed, if they are ever allowed to leave šŸ˜Œ love this, love how different it is, the way kuroo just tries to weasel in. very monster and yandere vibes, very you. have i said i love this yet?? id willingly let him get me drunk on his cock, maybe never leave the peace of the mountains again
ā€˜i want to say that iā€™m not a monster fuckerā€™ bby the denial will get you nowhere haha. just lean in and embrace it hgfjkdlkfgjnkdl ahh but thank you this is such a sweet ask ILY!!!
Omg omg the monster thing kuroo was in ur latest fic is so familiar to me abdhdmfnjfjf. I remember being told abt a monster with VERY SIMILAR characteristics to it (aka the not being able to go inside a house unless invited and using fire to lure ppl out) AND JFC IT TERRIFIED ME. Esp how when i told ppl around me and they didnt recognize what it was, but it was somehow known to the kid that told me abt it.
(Some ppl thought it was familiar but still didnt know what it was)
Do u know what im talking abt? Hopefully u do
-šŸ„š
GHFJDK so the monster in this is kind of based off the nekomata spirit in japanese folklore - they can appear like people, torment victims by reanimating the corpses of their loved ones, theyā€™ve been blamed for forest fires, so it was just fun to use that as a basis and then go buck wild haha. anyway thanks for the ask bby!
Rest In Peace Kohsuke, you wouldā€™ve loved Haikyuu season 5šŸ˜”āœŠā€“ @joyvstheworld
poor kohsuke deserved better, iā€™m just mean to the ocā€™s i throw into fics haha
Monsterfucking ā¤ā¤ā¤ā¤ā¤ā¤ a little annoyed you're making me simp for yan Kuroo though (a vibe tho tbh). You're so extremely talented!!!! &
This is probably a stupid question, but how did Kageyama react when he couldn't find y/n? How is life with yan Suga? I imagine probably awful BUT yknow maybe the stockholm syndrome set in fast lmao. Sorry, I'm going on a binge reading your stuff. - @oracleofdin
i will not apologise for making you simp for kuroo he deserves it the manā€™s a snacc. and as far as your second question, sugaā€™s a very caring, very smothering kinda yandere, so i guess in some ways itā€™s better than what the reader had with kageyama but... pick your poison haha
That was so good. Iā€™m so shook rn I canā€™t comprehend anything but how good that was and how good a writer you are
TYSM NONNIE!!! <33
Ok, so, I just read Final Girl and the lil' ticket addition to it and just---
Well, ok I've been playing Dead by Daylight a lot lately? And I'm just picturing Tetsu as the newest killer "The Trickster" and I'm positively RANDY.
Your writing is ALREADY thirst inducing and just as satisfying, but this has SENT ME- If you're not familiar, please...
https://youtu.be/iowkiPobYYQ
Understand my thirst. (I'd also like to clarify, I use a different skin for him that gives him black hair and he looks like Kuroo with an undercut.)
~ @the-casual-hedonist šŸŒø
i love how feral yā€™all got for final girl kuroo. like bo and akaashi had his fans, but i put a spiked bat in kurooā€™s hands and yā€™all lost your goddamn minds and i love to see it. fghdjkvhfjdkls thanks for the ask bby
idk why but I love preggo reader as long as I don't pretend it's me šŸ˜¢āœ‹ I hate babies n pregnancy anywhere else other than horny haikyuu fics
i think thatā€™s a valid thing for a lot of fans. the idea of breeding is sexy, the actual getting pregnant and having a kid thing... not so much. but especially with non-con scenarioā€™s, itā€™s more about the aspect on control than the actual desire to have kids. but yeah, i feel you
Sorry to bother but uh was just wondering in fracture did Osamu kill his wife or was it actually an ā€œunfortunate eventā€ ? Love your work btw!!
he most certainly did :))
LMFAO RHI i totally get not liking cheating/infidelity fics (towards reader) bc IT HIRTS ME SO BAD I CANNOT HANDLE THOSE.
id be reading fics those fics like: tf you mean my yandere aimt gonna baby me and only want me??šŸ¤ØšŸ¤ØšŸ¤Øā‰ļøā€¼ļø
EXACTLY! listen i get that itā€™s a fucked up fantasy, but in my fucked up fantasy you damn well better have the decency to be loyal smh
Finders keepers is the most beautiful thing I've read by you: I read it twice like I normally do and here's what I figured out the second time (that's when I analyze it and find the little tidbits of things that are much darker than they appear (: )
To start I LOVE THE DETAILS OF THEM NEVER TEACHING READER ANYTHING- at first I assumed "oh they might see her as a little sister or child or something" but realized thAT WAS THE ISSUE!! they infantilize her and isolate her from everyone but her group. the small details like that are what make the story amazing šŸ˜ŽšŸ’…
ahh thank you so much, nonnie!! pls this is making me soft šŸ„ŗ
I just wanted to stop by and say that I love your writing and I hope you're doing well!!! Drink plenty of water and keep up the amazing work :) but seriously you're one of the best fanfic writers I've seen on tumblr! I read your "Imitation" piece about kuroo and i keep coming back to it, it's so good! I did want to ask if you think it'd be possible for the reader to ever escape with the baby (or at least attempt to). Or if Kenma would "help" at all just to put an end to kuroo's antics lmao
kenma would in no way help the reader, and tbh by that point if kuroo did get her pregnant, sheā€™d be far too emotionally dependant on him to actually even want to leave, but thanks for the ask!
You know who I think would be a perfect Yandere in the JJK world? Choso.
šŸšØSpoilers AheadšŸšØ
After being locked in a glass jar for however long he was, and all that happened with his brothers, I feel like he would absolutely never let his darling out of his sight. He would be possessive. Obsessive. And Oh So delusional. Sure heā€™d be your anything - he truly is a softy - but to what end?šŸ¤¤
choso would make an excellent yandere, nglĀ šŸ˜Œ
what au/troupe of your fav character(s) that you have written do you like the most?
(rlly hope this makes sensešŸ™)
i am always a slut for soulmate auā€™s :))
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chokemeanakin Ā· 3 years ago
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Hello the love of my life, how are you? Iā€™m here to annoy you as always and I was tagged to ask questions but I wanted to add a little bit of āœØspiceāœØ so these are my questions. I love you so much
How do you get your inspiration?
If you could explain your love language, how would you explain it and which name would you use?
Which are your favourite authors from here?
Which are your favourite fics?
Whatā€™s the last thing you read?
Favourite song? Favourite food?
Why is your comfort character your comfort character?
When do you realize you found your comfort character?
Which things do you have in common with your comfort character?
Bye! <3
BABE u are too sweet šŸ„ŗ ty for the questions I will answer them now šŸ’–šŸ‘‡šŸ»:
How do you get your inspiration?
A few ways šŸ˜:
1) getting my heart broken
2) being horny
3) angsty music or going to the theater or reading a really good book
4) the scenarios I make up in my head so I can fall asleep
5) people who send in asks/thoughts to my inbox, yā€™all are so creative and amazing šŸ’–šŸ’–šŸ’–
If you could explain your love language, how would you explain it and which name would you use?
Idk much about love languages but i think I took a quiz one time and it was like acts of service and words of affirmation. So yeah Iā€™ll die if you tie my shoe and call me baby šŸ„ŗ
But also like physical touch... on the down low. only when itā€™s not sunny outside. donā€™t ask me to explain that cause I canā€™t.
Which are your favorite authors from here?
Hmmm I donā€™t really read from here anymore but they used to be Julia (anakinswhore), sheā€™s on ao3 though as @ anakincanchokemethanks and all of her Star Wars works are on there, sheā€™s also on here as @playlist-library and @mordekaisersbitch
Also @ sunsetkenobi but sheā€™s on ao3 now as @melethwi
and @anakinlove she just knows so much about Star Wars, and sheā€™s a talented artist, and she writes super cute fluff šŸ„°
Thereā€™s probably more Iā€™m forgetting but if you check out my tag #ficrecs you can find ppl I read there
Which are your favorite fics?
Rain Must Fall - anakincanchokemethanks on ao3
A Hard Days Night - anakincanchokemethanks on ao3
After Hours - melethwi on ao3
Alone With You - melethwi on ao3
Shiver - melethwi on ao3
Again thereā€™s definitely more, just check out #ficrecs
Whatā€™s the last thing you read?
... šŸ¤­ i actually donā€™t read much Star Wars anymore. I feel like Iā€™ve seen it all idk šŸ˜­
So Iā€™ve been reading a lot of aot fan fiction now for eren and levi oooppsss but ummmmmm @ yagamisdiary has a really good eren ff on wattpad called Parasite yall should go read it itā€™s soooo good itā€™s all I read šŸ™šŸ»
Favorite song? Favorite food?
Favorite song ... is a hard one.... I can never choose. so hereā€™s a playlist of my all time favorites, yaknow the ones that never get old and just instantly put me at peace šŸ„°šŸ‘‡šŸ»
As for favorite food, either sushi or avocado toast or hot sauce šŸ™šŸ»
Why is your favorite comfort character your comfort character?
Bc heā€™s pretty and smart and he has a sexy voice and a metal arm and his tiddies are nice and so are his abs and heā€™s so so tall and heā€™s like mean but not so mean that itā€™s awful but like he could be awful if he wanted to, but heā€™d never be mean to you unless you deserve it because when he loves someone he loves them way too much and I just think heā€™s cute so yeah šŸ’–
When did you realize you found your comfort character?
Funny story, one of my friends has the same last name as Anakinā€™s actor and I saw this pic of him when I looked him up:
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and I just thought he was super super hot, but Iā€™d never seen Star Wars before, I didnā€™t even know what the difference between Anakin and Luke was, or Obi-Wan and Han-Solo, and I didnā€™t know that Anakin was Darth Vader or anything. And then my friend sent an edit of that shirtless scene in rots and I justā€” I just about busted all over myself ngl šŸ˜³šŸ¤ššŸ»
So I finally sat down and forced myself to watch all the movies, basically fell in love with that stupid mf, and a couple months later at the start of quarantine I made this blog and never looked back šŸ„°šŸ„°šŸ„°
But it was really weird for me ngl, cause like, heā€™s not even my type. My type is dark hair, dark eyes, hates everyone, quiet, introverted, detests the idea of love.
But Anakinā€™s like... lighter hair, light eyes, Chad to the Max, loves ppl so much he kills children, mommyā€™s boy, car nerd, dramatic, etc.
Idk. Something about this mf šŸ™„šŸ¤ŗšŸ¤ŗšŸ¤ŗ
Which things do you have in common with your favorite comfort character?
-both douchebags
-both have anger issues
-both been fucked over one too many times
-both holding on by a thin fucking strand
-both hate children
-both chads šŸ˜
-both love hugs but are too afraid to admit it
-both impatient and are always accusing ppl of things they didnā€™t do based off of our own insecurities
-both hate meditating but probably should
-both fall in love with things way too quick and way too much
-both a little narcissistic but also hate ourselves
-both like to sip martinis while watching drama unfold
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Differences:
-heā€™s an extrovert and I cry in public situations
-I cry way too much honestly
-but itā€™s ok cause heā€™s a wuss for tears
-heā€™s good under pressure
-he can run a lot without losing his breath
-he can flirt good but I just insult ppl when I try
-he understands mechanics and shit and iā€™d combust if you asked me to hand u a wrench
-but I can take a straight shot of tequila while I think heā€™d vomit if he didnā€™t pour 8 cups of fruit mixer in šŸ˜
-I think he would tastefully use swears, but I just let em fly
-could probably beat me in an arm wrestling match until I make him let me win and then Iā€™d be happy
-this isnā€™t making sense anymore and you didnā€™t even ask me for differences šŸ¤£šŸ¤£šŸ¤£
ā€¢ā€¢ā€¢This was fun!! Thank you Leah šŸ’– I too am counting down the days until Halloween, you know whatā€™s up!!! Best holiday ever šŸ„°šŸŽƒā€¢ā€¢ā€¢
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rememberingthesugden-dingles Ā· 4 years ago
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Obviously I am dumb because after all these years I realized I had no idea what this dialogue meant: "I was trying to buy you" WHAT BUY MEANS? BUY WHAT FROM AARON? "You paid me off yesterday... I thought you were trying to blackmail me" WHEN DID EVER AARON GAVE THAT IMPRESSION? Then out of sadden Aaron push Robert against the wall "If you want ONS do them away from home"? How is this relevant? And last but not least, " So what was that about Fin? " šŸ˜‚Is it subtext? What's the point of their conversation
2) Ohhh and also in the line "what was that about finn trying to rub my nose in it"???? I don't understand how and why the one line brings the next one... Why having an ONS with Robert would make Aaron want to use Finn to piss off Robert and how would that work in what sense?
3) I'm terribly sorry but I realized there are many things I can't explain about their interactions. Why would Aaron destroy Robert's car without a shame or remorse and then Robert was horny because of it? Also, after the failed Aaron/Finn date why Aaron looked angrily at Robert before following Finn in the šŸš¾? And what Robert was about after Finn said to Aaron that he wasn't so special?
4) Xoxoxo Camillie there is also another part of a scene I cannot complete disepher and it's their first time at their garage. I understand why Aaron says that Robert starts to annoy him (he was very hot and cold and Aaron is not a man of patience) but why Robert said likewise? How is Aaron annoying to him at that point? Also, a few seconds later, Aaron in a very pfff manner tries to escape Roberts move but Robert forces him to stop. You don't do that when somebody seems that doesn't want to do anything with you atm
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anon most of these lines that make no sense to you can easily be summed up with "they're just two horny idiots who want to bone each other really bad and the sexual frustration makes them act like insane dumbasses", which they are. like that's all there is to know really lmao
but ok let's do this!
so 1st ask: aaron was very annoyed and insulted that robert thought he'd tried to blackmail him over their -at the time- ons when really they'd just both wanted it. so he says "your money means nothing to me mate, you can't buy me!" bc once again robert tried to throw money at him and aaron just wants robert to know he can't be bought (for sex or otherwise) and manipulated like that. robert says "i wasn't trying to buy you" to which aaron replies "you tried to pay me off yesterday" and robert explains "because i thought you were trying to blackmail me!". what we have here is very simply a panicky robert who - upon seeing aaron around chrissie - immediately thought aaron was trying to use the gay sex they'd had to get money from him, because aaron is poor and robert is with a rich family. it annoys aaron that robert throught that of him so he shoves him against the wall and says the line "if you want a ons do it away from home next time" bc indeed if robert is that stressed out about being found out and he just wanted sex then why do it with someone in the same village his wife lives in??
2nd ask: then robert goes "so what was that about with finn? tryna rub my nose in it, were ya?" probably to change the subject and maybe also as a reaction to aaron suggesting he should go and have sex further away from home next time/calling it a ons. meaning 'well if you're not that bothered about me like your words suggest and if we were just a random ons, how come you were trying to make me jealous with finn?' basically 'admit it.. you give a sheat'.
3rd ask: ahh Why would Aaron destroy Robert's car without a shame or remorse and then Robert was horny because of it? well see my original point about them being dumb horny boys, i guess this is the beauty of robron and doesn't really need an explanation haha.
aaron was mad that the engaged man heā€™d shagged was engaged so he tried to make robert as bummed and jealous as he was by taking finn on a non-date. but! robert saw through his plan so he tried to not give him the satisfaction and acted like he did not give a single duck #livingmybestlifehahahaha even though he clearly was bummed and kept looking over (discreetly) at the finron nondate. robert's apparent non-reaction and lack of jealousy annoyed aaron even more, he acted like the king of dickheads with finn which prompted finn to storm off and save the little dignity he had left. aaron didn't like that bc it looked bad and was counterproductive to the Plan so he went after him and was even more of a condescending dickhead by saying he was sorry if he gave him the wrong impression (after purposely asking him out for a drink). finn - tired of being taken for a mug by king dickhead aaron - told him "you're not that special you know" which robert saw bc he followed them like a loser. robert then proceeded to make fun of aaron for this whole charade that severely backfired on him by sayingĀ ā€œthis is brilliant, like being back in school. awkward doesnā€™t even cover itā€ ... which had aaron on the verge of murder at that point. i think he deserves some praise for only taking his frustration/anger out on robertā€™s wing mirrors tbh.
4th ask: first time yay! why does robert sayĀ ā€œyeah likewiseā€ when aaron tells him heā€™s starting to annoy him now? because he didnā€™t know what else to say probably azhyjk, and because it annoyed him that aaron was so offended by his earlier rejection that he was now acting cold and uninterested, when he knew he wanted it as bad as he did (on account of aaron being the horniest bitch in that layby). basically pre-affair era robron - and most of the affair era actually - is robron playing cat and mouse which is as compelling as it is frustrating/infuriating. also please donā€™t make this scene into some sort of gross thing because itā€™s really not. robert starts getting all up in aaronā€™s face, as an attempt to reenact their first kiss in the layby from earlier that day. you can see aaron consider giving in to his desire but he sighs and starts walking past robert (heā€™s protecting himself from robertā€™s hot n cold attitude) but robertā€™s likeĀ ā€˜no no iā€™m over it now, weā€™re doing this :)ā€™ so he turns aaron around before he can get too far and then they share this long bit where they stare into each otherā€™s eyes and where robert makes sure aaron wants this as much as he does. and sure enough aaron gives him that wicked, absolutely obscene smile and THEN they start making out and going at it! i adore this bit so so much, when theyā€™re sharing that moment before they kiss where they can see how much the other wants it. very sexy.
there you go anon, hope that helped!
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