#i feel like a Victorian swooning over an ankle

[diamondisunmemeable]

Don't mind me, just being completely normal on main over Ace's barely-visible midriff

The Greatest Show in the Galaxy (1988)

[maopll]

Helloooo!!!! really interesting event you have going on here :D . a couple pennies for my request?

Can I get a "Hot things they do" prompt with

HSR: Jing Yuan, Sunday, and Boothill Genshin: Neuvillete and Pantalone

Gn!Reader please and thank you <3

HOT THINGS THEY DO

⋆·˚ you swoon over and practically drool whenever he does something which you love to the moon and back. even the simplest of things has you feeling something burning and fluttering inside ...

note : anon you've got tastes. I don't know if there is anything particular I like that they do everything will have me folding over.

sfw // fluff a lil goofy, slight suggestive gn!reader

— ୨ JING YUAN ୧

His breathy laughter is the best of both worlds. Nothing compares to it. Although you are a big fan of his chuckle whenever he is in a tight spot or has it figured out, his laughter is still incomparable.

But he kind of disagrees with you on this since he would have approved it if it was his thighs. He knows how thick they are and how the strap around his upper thigh makes it look even more enticing. "Who says I don't like it?" you retort.

— ୨ SUNDAY ୧

Whenever he is in deep thought, he would leave his pen, cross his arms and would run his fingers through his hair. Most of the time his hair is prim and proper. But when he puffs his chest up in frustration , eyes squinting , and hair a little bit messy, you can confirm that you become like a victorian man seeing ankles.

"Is this the way you like it?" Sunday says a bit unsure as he is practically wearing something that looks diametrically opposite from what he wears. Shirt, jeans, jacket, cap and all the items that screams 'rock metal genre'.

"Stay still pretty boy I need a good picture for my wallpaper"

— ୨ BOOTHILL ୧

"Babe I find you really hot when you threaten people to kill them whenever they try being real mushy mushy with me"

"You muddle fudger I can't even curse them with the real scary words and you liked that?" Boothill stares at you bewildered. "Your synesthesia beacon working overtime and your hands pointing the gun at him as you threaten to do the wildest shit to him if he ever touches me is very very hot you wouldn't understand". He would usually comply with whatever you say but this time he truly thinks that you've got a few screws loose there. But maybe that's your charm and your 'hot thing'.

"Well if you find THAT hot then ..." he swifts you off your feet and places his hat onto your head "don't you like it when I do this hmm sweetie ?"

— ୨ NEUVILLETTE ୧

While the things or his actions are mostly adorable or gentlemanly, even he has his sides which would leave your heart beating fast and hard. But oh lord have mercy on you because when he would tie his hair messily to focus on his paperwork, you fold.

Neuvillette was about to sit down after he tied his hair in a ponytail, but you noticed his tied hair and without thinking you blurted out,

"Do it again"

"Do what again ?"

"Tie your hair again.. I wanna see..."

He obliged to your request like he usually does even though he was a little confused, but when he turned around to face you, you were blushing HARD and one of your hands was on your chin as if scrutinising his every movement and every flex of his muscles. Neuvillette just chuckled at your antics. "Like what you see dear?" "Very much..." you strided towards him and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. No matter how many times you ask such silly requests of him, he will always fulfil them.

— ୨ PANTALONE ୧

You didn't know what captivated you to like pantalone and you wanted to find what was something he did that made you find it hot. Lo and behold you found it when he was threatening one of the fatui members.

Two new recruits were standing at esse in front of Pantalone, who was eyeing them from top to bottom. "So... cryogunner... what was the order?" The cryogunner, after swallowing down the lump in his throat with hesitation, replied, "s— sir ... we had to take down the owner of the illegal organisation–"

"And what was the result I received?" his voice cold and eyes piercing. His anger were visible in his eyes even though it did not reflect on his face. "Out of my sights right now the punishment that you two will receive for not abiding to the order will be not so savoury"

The two fatui scurried away after shouting a 'yes sir'. After they left, he removed his glasses and scrunched his face rubbing his temple. Looks like more work got added to his already pending list of tasks. His eyes were full of wrath and anger muttering archons know what

you chuckle "you know your face is doing things to me babe"

"dear I'm not in the mood—" but looking at your face has him rethinking his decision. You biting your lips and eyes dazed... hmm looks like you've found the way to relieve his stress then?

"It's going to be a rough day hm? dear"

[rebelspykatie]

Rushin' through me like a fire Part 2

A Steddie Club AU

AO3 | Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

“Well I do. I don’t even know your last name or how old you are, but you want to get in my pants already?” 

Austin rolls his eyes. “Is that all it takes? It’s Lim and I’m thirty-four. Now can we move this along?” 

His gut is telling him this guy is bad news, to run in the other direction and never look back. Unease settles in his stomach. He stares at the guy for another moment before he says, “I’m not going to sleep with you tonight, if that’s all you want.” 

Another eye roll, but this one is with his whole body, pulling him off his bar stool and sipping up the last of his mojito. He leans down to say directly into Steve’s ear, “Go somewhere else if you want romance, honey.” 

As he walks away, Steve slumps back against the bar, the tension he didn’t even know he was holding draining from his body in one fell swoop. This was such a bad idea. Why did he think a bar would be the best place to meet someone? He’s all too aware of what most of the people in this room are looking for, it’s why he sticks close to Robin when they come here. Without her as a buffer, he’s left to the sharks. He thought he was ready to dive into those waters, but maybe not.

“Rough night?” An unfamiliar voice asks from behind him, startling him off the edge of the bar.

When he spins around on the stool, he’s met with a pair of brown saucers staring back at him, glittering orbs, on a face Steve’s never seen before. He thought that they knew every bartender here, but clearly that wasn’t true. Although, this guy isn’t wearing the standard all black attire or a waist apron. 

Instead, he’s donning an intricately cut band tee for another one of the groups Steve’s never heard of, something about a priest. On it, there’s a robotic looking tiger that’s about to pounce and what Steve assumes is the band’s logo surrounding the image. He’s got on black, skin-tight pants with artistic rips at knee level. Steve’s practically swooning over a little kneecap like he’s a Victorian maiden seeing an ankle in the streets. 

Scars litter his skin, snaking up his neck and down his left arm. His long, curly hair is pulled back into a ponytail, putting them on full display and Steve wants to run his fingertips over the ridges. He doesn’t let his eyes linger too long, even if he’s not looking at the scars so much as the expanse of neck he wants to sink his teeth into. Rings adorn his fingers, glittering in the lights around the bar, and a smattering of tattoos are inked onto his forearms. He just thought that Austin was hotter than the sun, but he has nothing on this man. Mouth dry and heart beating uncomfortably in his chest, he shakes his head, refocusing on what the guy said. 

“You could say that,” Steve huffs self-deprecatingly and shrugs. “I’m a bit out of practice.”

“Didn’t look that bad from here,” he leans against the bar, “seems like it was that guy’s loss.” 

His stare is intense, burning against Steve’s skin. He’s not quite sure what’s different about it, but his gaze doesn’t feel as predatory as Austin’s, or any other person in the room. It’s striking, a little playful and flirtatious, but not overly hungry. It’s been too long since someone flirted with him just for the sake of flirting. 

“Are you new here?” Steve asks, unable to tear his eyes away from this guy’s face, trying to memorize the dimples and sharp cheekbones. 

That makes him laugh, a sly smirk popping up that intrigues Steve. “No, and you’re not either, dancing queen. Does that line work on most people?”

He sputters for a second, thrown by the question. “I- that wasn’t a line. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before and I come here all the time with my best friend.” The dancing queen part of that statement finally clicks. Was this guy watching him? Had he been watching him? 

That makes him laugh harder and Steve is so lost. He must recognize the look on his face because he finally says, “I’m Eddie. I own the bar.” He waves a hand at the bottles. “And you’re Robin’s Steve.” 

“How do you know who I am?” 

“You do know there are cameras in here, right? I make it a point to keep an eye on all the regulars. Especially when they start showing an interest in my best friend.”

Steve feels about ten paces behind this conversation, brain moving like molasses to put the pieces together. “Wait, you’re Chrissy’s Eddie.” 

“The one and only.” He nods and gestures to Steve’s drink, “You want another one?”

“I think I need it after this,” he mutters.

Eddie chuckles and starts mixing him another round. He adds a flourish onto the end, doing a trick shot to pour the drink from the shaker to the glass. It’s impressive.

“She never said anything about you owning the bar.” 

“Probably a weird thing to work into a conversation,” Eddie leans against the bar, sliding the drink across it, looking like he has all the time in the world to spend on Steve. The other bartenders move around him, filling orders from other patrons. But Eddie stays right there in front of him, ignoring everyone else.

“How have we never seen you in here before? We come here all the time.” Maybe he should dial it back with the twenty questions. Steve sounds a bit accusatory, but he’s curious about how he’s never caught wind of Eddie.

“I’m a bit of a recluse. Came into some money after my parents died, used it all on medical bills and bought this bar to employ all my friends when we couldn’t get out of this podunk town. Crowds and sweaty bodies make me break out in hives.” He shudders, glancing over Steve’s shoulder to the floor. “I stay in my office or work on inventory once the club starts to fill up. I’m only out here on lighter nights.”

Ah, that’s why they’ve never seen each other. Steve and Robin come in on the weekends, when the bodies are packed elbow to elbow on the dancefloor. He’s only here on a Wednesday because he felt sorry for himself. It’s a lighter crowd than he’s used to, easier to spot prying eyes and wandering hands between writhing bodies. And apparently the way to meet the owner.

AO3 | Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

[suguwu]

YOU YOU PUT KNIVES IN MY BRAIN!!!!

Context i was at the gym exercising and whenever someone else arrives i squeak and run because no thank you. Now later in the bath ashamed of myself for doing that because i know I'm only doing it because I'm afraid of being made fun of which NO ONE HAS DONE BUT ANXIETY. Cuz y'a bois got bounce.

Anyways then i thought about Knives because your God of the Hunt thought got me all swooning like a Victorian lady.

So imagine, Gym owner Knives (man is caked up on a Tuesday you know he is in the gym) who sees you come in and sign up with Vash. His sweet baby brother who he knows has goldfish memory. But he learns over a family dinner your trying to gain muscle to help with some health issues and if you lose fat hey that's just an added bonus. not me projecting Anyways for the first month Vash always come in with you helping you with form and reps, but then slowly he starts fading. Your available times just no longer matching for whatever reason. But still you keep coming keep trying and Knives has to admit he has some respect for you. Maybe a little more 👀 after he saw/heard your laugh when Vash told you a joke. Plus you clean up your station and always wave to him when you see him. He definitely sees you more just stays hidden. Like today he is lurking in the upper loft where he hold private sessions watching as you go about your routine. Too bad some of his other patrons are there, even worse they are making mooing noises at you. He sees you stiffen and turn up your music. He rolls his eyes and begins to look away when one of them gets too close. Slapping your ass. Knives is already jumping down rolling his ankles to cushion the landing and you scared deer you are is flitting between rage and fear. Knives has already sized up the whining worms who touched you throwing them out telling them to find new gyms. And you he just crooks a finger at you to follow him. He has plans for you...

i won't apologize for putting him in your brain he deserves to be in everyone's brains i feel like i am going insane about him slowly but surely. god knives WOULD be a gym owner and he'd be a hardass one too, no harassment on his watch! esp if he likes you, which i feel like he would deny for a very long time, maybe even until this moment! i can absolutely imagine him watching from afar the whole time and rationalizing it to himself as it being his gym so he needs to keep an eye on his patrons lmao. and then to see you get harassed,,,it would absolutely enrage him.

this is so fun and juicy, he really is perfect for a gym au!!

[leowifefang]

guess who got isurds ascension quest. hello to my 58 new screenshots

[agent-cupcake]

Not me freaking out about Sylvain rolling up his sleeves to show his lovely forearms. I feel like a Victorian losing her shit over seeing someone's ankle.

Sylvain's arms are delicious and that's a fact, girls get one look of him rolling up his sleeves and swoon

[frostedbasilisk]

omg dude pls never stop talking about sugar daddy boba i ate all those headcanons up!! (i just want din getting spoiled and not even knowing abt it content lmao)

Have no fear anon - It’s still in my thoughts 100% Sometimes I desperately wish I wrote so I could write this fucking fic and stop feeling like a Victorian lady swooning @ the barest hint of ankle over this trope sdkl;fsdf Please send me your thoughts about them because I desperately want ‘em!!! (My asks are ALWAYS open for bobadin thoughts haha)  Have you read Yoda’s Academy for Li’l Padawans by @dinahdarling (DinLuke focus)?? It has the barest SLIVER of this sugar daddy!boba and I lost my MIND ahaha. It’s also amazingly written and SO funny and just - adorable. I would 100% recommended it if you’re into DinLuke at all :-) 

[alecmagnuslwb]

Get A Room, Literally

Writer’s Month 2020 Day Thirty-One

Read on AO3

Alec doesn’t know how he got here. That’s not true he knows exactly how he got here, what he can’t figure out is why at no point his own brain didn’t try to stop him from ending up in this exact situation.

It had all started this afternoon when his frantic boss decided to send him and his co-worker and friend Magnus on a roadtrip to get the broken down espresso machine fixed. Two and half hours alone in a car with Magnus looking stunning, teasing him into some karaoke and talking at length about the debate teams next meet with a passion Alec had to admire was torture enough.

Then when the repairman informed them it could take until the next morning for repairs to be finished and their boss had told them she’d pay for a hotel room for the night to ensure they got it back first thing in the morning Alec’s brain had fried. There was no way he could survive spending the night in a hotel room alone with Magnus. There was no way he could safely maintain the secret crush he has kept quite secret for almost four months now since he and his family moved to town on him if they had to share a private space for that long.

The two hours killed at a local second hand store had eased Alec’s gay panicked brain trying on dumb outfits and being constantly astounded at how Magnus managed to pull of the most ridiculous of looks.

The phone call he received while they were in line buying a few of their finds should have been his saving grace, the espresso machine was ready, they could pick it up, head home and Alec could fall asleep dreaming about Magnus like he does at least four nights a week.

But one look at Magnus smiling back at him while he paid at the register and Alec’s brain took a detour.

“Looks like we’re gonna have to get that room,” Alec said even though it was absolutely not the truth and in no way necessary for them to do, the little voice in the back of his head quiet for once not screaming at him to shut up.

So, here they are now alone in a hotel room two and half hours away from anyone they know with one bed.

Alec stands hands braced on the sink looking at himself in the bathroom mirror for so long that he’s sure Magnus thinks he’s doing something weird in here. He looks down, grateful at least that he wore plain black boxers today instead of any of the colorful patterned ones Jace likes to buy him every Christmas as a joke.

“Just be cool,” he says to himself meeting his own eyes in the mirror. “You can do that.” He doesn’t believe his own words one bit.

He steps out of the bathroom to find Magnus has changed into something from the gym bag he found in the trunk of his car while he was in the bathroom giving himself an unsuccessful pep talk. His arms are now bare in a black tank top and his ankles showing in rolled up sweatpants. The small strip of skin has Alec reacting in ways he cannot explain.  

Alec, what are you a fucking Victorian socialite swooning at a bit of ankle showing? He thinks to himself shaking his head to clear his mind as Magnus looks up from the random magazine he’d found in the lobby and smiles at him.

“I’ll sleep on the floor,” Alec offers looking at how Magnus has already settled comfortably on the bed.

“No way,” Magnus says tossing the magazine off to the side and moving back the sheets on the empty side of the bed, an invitation for Alec to get in. “There’s plenty of room and I checked the bed for stains and bugs while you were in there, it’s clean, but I don’t feel anywhere near as confident about the state of the floor.”

“It’s fine, really,” Alec says trying his damndest to get out of this. Being alone with Magnus here and not losing his mind and kissing him is hard enough, sharing a bed might actually kill him.

Magnus shoots his protest down immediately.

“I insist,” he says patting the empty space on the bed. “Come on, I don’t bite, promise.”

That’s problem, Alec wishes he would bite. Or something like that, his experience level of what he wants isn’t really existent yet, but he’s pretty confident that if Magnus did it to him he’d be into it.

From the second he saw Magnus four months ago in the halls of his new high school he was attracted to him, then he really met him and all hope of Alec ever being just friends with him flew out the window. Blissfully at first he could ignore that though, Magnus had only ever mentioned an ex-girlfriend leading Alec to believe he was off the table, until the day Magnus casually mentioned he was bi then all hope of Alec ever keeping his feelings platonic really were lost.

Working with him at the coffee shop every day only made his crush worse, because Magnus isn’t just pretty he learned quickly, he’s incredibly smart, creative as hell and has the kind of bravery Alec could never dream of mustering up. He also just takes an interest in Alec, in who he is and what he likes a thing not many people have ever really done, always more distracted by the shining lights of his siblings. And while Magnus is kind to them, another thing that makes Alec’s feelings even stronger, they’re not who he pays attention to, Alec is.

Alec has managed to come out to all three of his siblings and most of the school all with Magnus’ kind guidance and support.

“Gay/bi solidarity is a cornerstone of our democracy,” Magnus always jokes with a wink and brush of his hand against Alec’s whenever he thanks him for just being there. It in no way helps Alec’s infatuation lessen.

“If you’re sure,” he says stepping over to the bed and sliding in. He stays upright leaning against the headboard his eyes locking with Magnus’. He’s not sure how long they stay there just staring at one another but eventually Magnus breaks it with a small laugh running a hand through his dark hair.

“Well, then we should probably go to bed. Early start, long drive and all that,” he says reaching over and turning off the light.

“Right,” Alec says scooting down in bed and settling on his pillow. “Goodnight, Magnus.”

“Goodnight, Alexander,” Magnus says as he rests on his side of the bed facing Alec. It takes Alec nearly four hours to actually fall asleep, too enamored by the vision of Magnus sleeping peacefully under the pale moonlight to close his eyes.

When he wakes the next morning, his phone alarm blaring, there’s an arm around his waist that isn’t his and warmth pressed up against his back. Both he and Magnus had clearly shifted in the middle of the night.

Magnus grumbles burying his face between Alec’s shoulder blades mumbling something about turning it off. Alec thinks he might be having a stroke, because Magnus feels warm and solid against him and oh so right, but he’s barely awake and probably doesn’t even realize what he’s doing.

The alarm gets a little louder and Magnus seems to shoot up at that looking down at Alec and quickly pulling his arm away when Alec’s face betrays him and sports a no doubt dopey looking smile.

“Sorry,” he says rubbing a hand over his face. His makeup is smudged and his hair is flat on one side and he’s absolutely beautiful. “I’m gonna go,” he says not really finishing his thought scrambling up from the bed, grabbing his clothes and hurrying into the bathroom.

Alec waits until he hears the sounds of the shower and groans audibly shifting to lay on his back.

“Well fuck,” he says rubbing at his eyes as he lets his alarm just keep on blaring.

The rest of the morning is awkward at best. Every sentence they say to each other is stunted, both talking more to the repairman who blissfully doesn’t question why they didn’t just come by the evening before than to each other.

The drive back is a stark opposite to the drive up. Filled with quiet music playing and aborted glances at one another instead of cheerful conversation and karaoke. They don’t talk about how they woke up wrapped around each other or about much of anything and Alec hates it.

Hates that what could have been written off as an innocent in their sleep mistake is now making everything thick with tension between them because he caught feelings that he’s getting worse and worse at hiding.

They drop off the machine at work and are gratefully sent home. Magnus pulls up outside of Alec’s house and drums his fingertips on the steering wheel.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you at school Monday,” Alec says unbuckling his seatbelt and moving to open the door, but a hand on his other arm stops him.

“Wait, Alexander, I’m sorry,” Magnus says running a nervous hand through his hair.

Alec wishes he wouldn’t call him Alexander, it’s lovely and doesn’t feel right coming from anyone else, but it makes his feelings all sorts of twisted up inside. Alec is confused at his words, he’s the one who made things weird not Magnus.

“Sorry? Magnus why are you sorry? I should be the one who’s sorry,” he says frustratedly.

“No, I made things awkward this morning after I cuddled you in my sleep and it made you uncomfortable,” he says hands going back to the steering wheel. He chews nervously at his bottom lip, pausing for a second. “Wait, why should you be sorry?”

Alec lets out a frustrated groan running his hands through his hair.

“Because I’m the one who made you uncomfortable not being able to hide my feelings when we could have just laughed this morning off and moved on,” he says and immediately slaps a hand over his mouth like he can put the words back in if he tries hard enough.

“Your feelings,” Magnus says unbuckling his seatbelt and turning towards him. He kills the engine intent on staying put now it seems. “For me?”

Alec drops his hand from his mouth and just nods. There’s not point in denying it now, his brain to mouth filter has already burst the bubble and betrayed him.

“Alexander,” he says with a little laugh. “I thought you were uncomfortable because I was being obvious about my feelings for you.” He says it pointedly like he really, really needs the words to sink in for Alec. It takes a few beats, but eventually they do.

Magnus likes him. The same way he likes Magnus and while he’d been struggling with how it was his fault for making things awkward all morning Magnus had been doing the exact same thing.

“Wait so you mean, you have feelings for me too?” he asks anyways just to really be sure. He’s only running on two hours of sleep so he could just be hearing things he wants to hear or quite possibly he fell asleep on the ride from the coffee shop to home and is dreaming that things aren’t still weird between them.

“Yes, Alec,” he says with a twist of his lips saying it very slowly like Alec is being particularly slow in this moment.

“Oh,” he says turning to face Magnus. “Well, that’s good.”

“I’d go as far to say great actually,” Magnus says with a chuckle. He bites his lips for a second nervous for a different reason than before and Alec can’t fight it anymore.

Before he can even really think about it he’s leaning over the center console connecting his lips to Magnus’. As far as first kisses go it’s probably not perfect or ideal, but Magnus’ lips are soft and warm and part his expertly and when his fingers move up into Alec’s hair he feels more content than he ever has so as far as Alec’s concerned it is a damn perfect first kiss.

“We are so dumb we could have been doing that for months,” Magnus says when they pull back his hand still resting on Alec’s neck. Alec moves his hand circling his fingers around Magnus’ wrist and pulling it softly so he can lay a kiss at the center of his palm.

Magnus lets out a wounded little noise like Alec is absolutely shattering him with a soft gesture.

“We got there eventually,” he says with a shrug smiling at Magnus. “Maybe now I won’t have internal crises every day about how good you look.”

Magnus laughs entwining their fingers together.

“Doubtful,” he says with a smirk eyes locked on Alec’s.

Alec snorts. “Good point,” he says, knowing that even if they’re together he’ll still lose his mind over how good Magnus looks. He thinks for a second then speaks again. “I should probably confess something to you,” he says a little more serious than he means to.

Magnus straightens up a little furrow in his brow.

“We didn’t actually have to stay overnight last night, you just kinda smiled at me and my brain went offline and decided to lie so we could spend more time alone together,” Alec confesses wanting to start their relationship off right with total honesty.

“Alexander,” Magnus says with a little dreamy sigh the furrow in his brow disappearing. “I don’t know if that’s romantic or weird, but either way I’m glad your brain stopped functioning.”

Alec laughs tugging at Magnus’ hand and bringing him in a little closer. Magnus smiles in response before pulling Alec back in kissing him breathless.  

[akielonlion]

Um, excuse me, who gave you the right to look so good?! Laurent and I are both swooning over your Damen pics, I feel like a Victorian lady seeing ankles for the first time 🥵 Sorry, just had to stop in and fangirl you for a second. Hope you're having a lovely day!

NEVER APOLOGIZE!!! I’m having a lovely day now bc of this ask 🥺

[thickwamuu]

I see you’re writing modern Jonathan, would you be able to do some (non fic related) modern soft yandere boyfriend jonathan headcanons? 💖💖💗💗💖💗💖❤️💖❤️

I- *sobbing uncontrollably* I sure can do that <3 (*´◒`*)

I got a lil carried away with this one, oops hehehe.

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• He’s definitely an undeniably goofy wholesome boyfriend at first and you can’t help but wonder how you snagged such a sweet teddy bear,

• He’s the exact classic quirky British dreamboat gentleman type that young 2013 you and others swooned over and blogged about.

• Big on physical affection and PDA, doesn’t understand why anyone wouldn’t want to indulge in how happy the are with their partner no matter the time or place.

• Often forgets his strength or size when he makes physical contact, sometimes squeezing you a little too tight or unintentionally having his stature momentarily intimidate you when he gets passionate about something, you always manage to laugh it off as he frantically apologizes and checks to make sure you’re alright.

• Although rather humble, he definitely comes from old money and lives quite comfortably.

• He earnestly and wholly loves a few somewhat nerdy pass times, being a massive otaku for building miniatures, history, fantasy, chivalry, and the Victorian era. Hearing him ramble on and on animatedly about his extensive knowledge always brought a smile to his face even if he was a little too obsessive about it sometimes.

• Overall everything is worth it at the end of the day when he comes over to your place and lays down behind you on your bed, wrapping his big arms around you lovingly as he buries his nose into your neck.

• The two of you go on lovely dates to castles and various other historical sites, or on spontaneous trips to bed and breakfast spots in quaint little villages.

• The more the two of you go on though, you notice little concerning things-

• despite hardly being able to use technology, he’ll blow up your phone if he deems you haven’t contacted him enough.

• whether he does it unconsciously or not he’s quick to play the manipulation game if you are ‘too friendly’ with another person..

• “I thought you wanted to have some quality time together alone, but you can’t stomach being with me unless there’s someone else accompanying us I guess... am I that unbearable?” “It just seems like you never want to spend time with me and it hurts me.” ”I feel as if whenever I ask to do something with you, you have last minute plans with others or you get called into work. I’m getting so worried, all I’m wanting to do is spend time together- you’re not planning to leave are you?”

• This mixed with his puppy eyes and silent tears obviously takes a toll on you. He seemed so big and strong and yet, here he was, broken down by his insecurities. Was it really your fault? He had never blamed you directly, but the implications that you could have at least done something to prevent this were definitely there.

• Your dates progressively become less lively and more “I’m not in the mood to go out today, can we just stay in and continue our campaign/ watch a movie/ make dinner together?”

• In all honesty, you’re not completely against your low key stay-in dates, it’s a welcome escape from dealing with work and people.

• On a particularly hard day, you vent to Jonathan about how emotionally drained you are from someone you’re having issues with at work piled on top of just barely missing your rent payment.

• He immediately offers to go talk to the problem person, and when you deny he looks sad but brightens up.

• “Perhaps living with me might take away some of your stress! I was going to suggest it eventually, but now seems like a better time than ever. You could also put in your two weeks at work and go job hunting with less urgency if you’d like, love.”

• It’s a surprise, but honestly at this point it’s nice to have someone who wants you to be well and cared for.

• You agree although you expected his clinginess to ease up if you’re with him every day in closed quarters, it only seems to get worse.

• Your break from working life gradually lengthens as Jonathan always seems to distract you with something when you try to focus on your job search.

• “I am more than capable of taking care of you and your expenses, darling. You’ve struggled for far too long in life, it’s okay to just relax for a bit.”

• Soon it’s been a whole year you’ve been unemployed, and Jonathan is in no rush for you to get a job, happily going to do work for his father and come back to you after a long day.

• He uses his generosity as leverage to get you to spend time with him or tend to his place while he’s away at work and soon the amount of time you go out or meet up with friends besides Jonathan’s is laughable.

• To make up for this Jonathan suggests maybe taking part in some of his hobbies will brighten your mood.

• This consists of him bringing home frilly regal garments to dress you up in and too tired to argue, you allow it.

• As the days drone on you get so sick of playing house and decide that maybe you and Jonathan just don’t see eye to eye about your future and subsequently bring it up to him.

• He doesn’t take it well and it’s automatically an attack on him as a person.

• Fed up, You decide to go stay with family or a friend, opting to make up an excuse as to why in the case that Jonathan finally sees why you’re upset.

• Not the case. In the middle of the night he manages to give the person you’re staying with some reason to take you home, and none the wiser, they allow it.

• You wake up on top of the covers of a plush bed in victorian style sleepwear with a scratchy throat and spinning head. Getting up to find your bearings and get something to quench your thirst, you become painfully aware of the shackle around your ankle, leading to god knows where.

• The room gives you an uncanny feeling, fake items with no functionality other than aesthetic placed in various spots around the room, including a fishbowl with plastic fish floating around, tethered below the brightly coloured rocks.

• The door opening gives your already-in-flight-mode body a start as Jonathan enters holding a tray of assorted fruits, pancakes and tea, whistling contently.

• “Oh! Wonderful! You’re up, hows my lovely doll this morning?” He coos.

• Your questioning falls on deaf ears as he sets down the tray and rifles through the room’s large walk-in closet, pulling out yet another two frilly garments in hand and holding them up.

• “Which one?”

• When you become enraged he calmly looks between the two outfits before nodding and setting one down.

• “Not in the mood to make choices I see, no matter, that’s why I’m here. Arms up please.”

[hopeamarsu]

Happy anniversary!! ⭐️❤️🎉🥳

Oh, what a lovely chapter, I’m so happy and practically dancing in my office as I read this. Benny is truly a perfect prince, sigh.

I squealed when he punched that soldier! Go go Benny, show off those fighter genes you have inside you. And he’s so brave, jumping in to the water despite not being able to swim.

And his warm, large hands were cradling your ankle – ankle – more delicately than you think anyone had ever touched in your life.

Excuse me while I swoon like a Victorian lady over all this ankle action. Seriously, how can such an innocent touch be so intimate and beautiful? 😍 Just hold on gently on that ankle Benjamin and keep caressing it.

I love that his talent is singing, because I love Garrett’s voice, it’s so soothing. And who wouldn’t want a man like Benny to sing softly to them? Just asking.

This might not even be a Easter egg but that moment when Ronia told him the story of reading to the other kids in the orphanage and my mind immediately drifted to Anastasia movie and the scene where she leaves the orphanage to go work at the factory. It’s not the same but that’s how I saw a piece of Ronia’s history. And I love that the book is canon here too!

Oh boy. Those twins and Dagmar together is very dangerous. Those protective feelings from both sides are about to be ramped up methinks.

Mouse, when faced with the water:

What More Could I Ever Need chapter 4

Pairing: Benny Miller x F!reader (Tangled AU)

Summary: Tangled AU where Benny is in the role of Rapunzel (without the hair thing) and reader is basically a female Flynn Rider. This chapter focuses on our two main heroes. More trouble follows, and then they're kinda in their feels about everything.

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: none really.

Notes: Today is the one year anniversary of when I posted the first part of this fic! Sorry for not updating in *mumbles* months, but I wanna say a thank you to the people who recently read this old story and told me how much they were enjoying it, which reminded me that I, too, enjoy it a lot actually, and that it was worth getting back to asap! Which I did, and just in time for this anniversary, so yay!! Seriously, people who read and comment (esp. on older fics) are magic. I have felt it. It is magical. Thank you.

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”Thanks for speaking up for me back there. What you said was really nice,” Benny said after they had trudged on in silence for a long while.

“Oh, that was nothing! And really, you’re the one who stopped them from hauling me out of there, so I should be thanking you for what you did for me.”

The boy’s earnestness seemed to be rubbing off on you. It was honestly a little flustering.

 “So.. thanks,” you half-smiled at him awkwardly.

“Don’t mention it. But why was your face on that poster anyway? What did you steal?”

“Sorry, Goldilocks, we're not gonna go there right now. If you want me to take you to the lantern festival, it’s better if you know as little about me as possible, for your own good.”

Benny looked at you for a couple of beats too long, before murmuring, “I’m not sure that’s true.”

Your mouth opened in a soft O, but you had no response to that.

Instead, you pushed to move the conversation away from yourself. “Tell me more about this weird thing you have about the lanterns. Why do you want to see them so bad? And how come you’ve never gone before?

“Uh.. Well.. Um,” Benny stuttered. “There’s this thing… Well, the world is a very dangerous place for me, and my mother has had to keep me safe.”

“Safe from what? Why are you in danger?”

And why did you feel the need to protect him?

Suddenly that was the least of your concerns however, when you heard noises coming from behind you. You had no idea how far they were, since everything was echo-y in the cave, but it quickly became apparent that your chasers had found the trapdoor and were after you.

“Shit! Run, Benny, we gotta go now!”

Not needing to be told twice, he took off at a run, his long legs carrying him even faster than you were able to go.

“There’s light ahead! Do you know where this tunnel lets out?” he yelled, panicked.

“No! Keep running!”

You burst out of the tunnel into glaring afternoon sunlight, blinding you after the near total darkness of the tunnel. It was made worse by the glimmering water of the small waterfall below you.

Well, the next move was pretty clear to you. You’d have to jump, and hopefully you wouldn’t die.

Great.

“Benny, we have to jump. Ready?”

“What?! No!?”

“If you want to make it to the lanterns alive, I’d take your chances with the drop rather than the soldiers on our tail!” you shouted, feeling a little hysterical.

You jumped, not even turning to see if Benny followed you or not.

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“Ronia, no!”

But you were already hurtling toward the surface of the river, and there was nothing Benny could do.

He was still trying to find the courage to jump, knowing there was no other way down but not liking the idea one bit (he didn’t even know how to swim!), but again, suddenly his problems multiplied when the first soldier chasing them burst onto the small cliff.

While the soldier tried to adjust to the sudden change in lighting, Benny didn’t stop to think. And it’s a good thing he didn’t, because he never would have done any of the following things otherwise.

He punched the soldier. Right in the face.

And then he, too, jumped.

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It turned out he needn’t have worried about not knowing how to swim, because the current was so strong, there was no way do anything but just drift wherever it took you. Fortunately for him, there had been some logs at the bottom of the waterfall, which he had latched on to.

Mouse was panicked out of her little mind and crawled on top of his head to stay out of the water, her sharp nails digging into his skin.

He couldn’t tell how long it had been, but eventually the current slowed down and the water became shallow enough that he could wade his way onto the riverbank.

But you were nowhere in sight.

“Ronia? Where are you?” he yelled. “Ronia!”

Benny begged you were okay. It would be all his fault if something had happened to you. Terror was building in his chest again. How could he ever even find you? He had no idea where he was, or how to find you. But he would find you. He couldn’t bear to think you hadn’t made it to the shore. You had to be here somewhere. Had to.

Where should he even start to look? He felt tears of frustration and desperation leaking from his eyes, and he knew his mother would have told him he was being too sensitive and that crying never helped anything. Trying to collect himself, he looked to Mouse.

Who also wasn’t there.

Before he could completely break down, the raccoon let out a lout screechy noise, and Benny noticed her running off a little ways back upstream, through some bushes.

“Mouse! Where’re you going! Come back!”

He took off at a run and quickly gained on the little creature, but it also soon became apparent where she was headed.

Under a secluded tree, hidden in the shade, was you. Mouse had smelled you, probably, he didn’t know, but he picked his little friend up and gave her a big kiss. “Good job, Mouse!”

“Ronia! It’s me, it’s us!”

You turned to look at them, but your whole demeanor was weary, and you looked like you’d been crying too.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Benny immediately felt the relief from seeing you flood right back out.

“My stupid ankle, I sprained my stupid ankle,” you sniffed. “You have to leave me here; I’ll never make it to the town and to the festival in time like this. I can’t even stand.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, it must hurt terribly. But it’s okay, I’m not going to leave you here,” Benny reassured you. This was easily mendable, even. This was the one thing he could do.

“Don’t be stupid, you have to. I know you’re strong but you’re not strong enough that you could carry me all the way to town before tomorrow evening. I’ll be fine.”

“Now who’s being stupid? You obviously won’t be fine like that alone in the forest. Will you just let me help?”

Mouse already knew what was coming, because she had settled onto the ground and rubbed her paws together in anticipation. She always was his biggest fan.

“Settle down, silly girl,” he said to Mouse, before crouching down next to you. “I’ll need to put my hand on your ankle. Can I do that?” he asked you calmly.

You seemed confused and a little irritated. “W– Yeah, okay, whatever.”

“Now, please don’t be alarmed. I will sing, and you will feel better, you’ll see.”

You looked like you wanted to argue, but he needed silence so he could concentrate. “Shhh, it’s okay. I got you.”

He laid his hand on your swollen ankle as carefully as he could and started to sing. He could feel the powerful rush inside him, which told him it was working. It felt the same as sunlight on your skin on a warm day, but just inside him, as if under his skin.

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What. The. Fuck.

 This– This golden-haired angel was singing to you, or your leg, whatever, and the swelling started going down almost immediately. The pain subsided.

Seriously, what was happening.

Actually, your whole body felt better than it had in ages. No aching muscles. No blisters on your toes. Even that annoying mosquito bite didn’t itch anymore.

And the boy in front of you sang beautifully. His low voice felt like the most soothing bath, or what you imagined a soothing bath would feel like, had you ever been granted such a luxury. His golden hair seemed even more golden than usual. And his warm, large hands were cradling your ankle – ankle – more delicately than you think anyone had ever touched in your life.

You realized you were blinking away tears when he stopped, and gently twisted your ankle this way and that, testing its movement.

“How does it feel now?” he asked softly.

“G-good. It feels good. Thank you,” you croaked.

“You’re welcome.”

You tried to not let your disappointment show on your face when he let go of your leg and his touch left your skin.

“Wha– What was that?” you whispered.

“It’s.. what I do,” Benny shrugged. “I don’t know why, or how exactly, but I know when I sing, I can heal people. And animals. Make them feel better. I’ve been doing it since I was a baby, my mother tells me. I don’t know very many songs, but I’ve been making up my own too. I like to sing, not just when I use it to heal.”

He said all this very shyly, very quietly.

“Is this why you never left that tower?”

��Yes. My mother said people tried to hurt me when I was a baby, because they were jealous of my gift, so she took me to safety, where no one could find me and take advantage of me.”

“Oh,” you breathed, “I’m sorry, Benny. That must have been difficult.”

 “It’s alright, Ronia,” he smiled.

You grimaced.

“That’s.. not my real name,” you confessed.

“It’s not? What is you real name then?”

Benny didn’t seem angry, he just seemed curious. Ready to listen. So, you spilled you guts to him, all about your real name, about how you grew up in the orphanage and read stories to the younger kids every night. How your favorite book had been Ronia the Robber’s Daughter, and how the heroine in that had seemed so much braver than you ever felt, so you had adopted the name when you left the orphanage, changed scenery completely, and never looked back. The thieving was just to stay alive at first, but since you were already a Robber’s Daughter… It seemed like you had nothing to lose.

You finish your sad little story to find Benny looking at you with understanding eyes.

“That must have been very lonely,” he said quietly. "But for whatever it's worth, I like your real name a lot too."

You only nodded. You were done with speaking for the night, but Benny seemed to understand. He settled down next to you in the grass, and let you lean your head against his shoulder. You fell asleep like that.

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outside the tavern, a couple of hours earlier

Two parties, both very interested in finding the two rogues on the run, met outside the tavern where it all had gone down. Both parties realized they had arrived too late, and that the thief and the boy were already far away.

But Dagmar wasn’t too concerned about that. She knew where the boy was headed, and that information proved useful to the two burly guys, hell-bent on getting revenge “on that little bitch Ronia for stealing that crown from us”. Dagmar wasn’t even interested in the crown in the slightest, which delighted the twins tremendously. But she did promise them that in exchange for their help in doing the dirty work, she could offer them something worth more than they could ever imagine. The boy.

The twins were stupid, but evil enough to agree. A bargain was struck, and Dagmar felt better than she had all day. She had a plan now.

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[wyrdwordsandeffigieshaunt]

I’ve always paid attention to the costumes when I’ve been watching horror. I’m a real ‘woman’ like that. It’s little bizarre considering how feral I am. But we all have ‘a thing,’ don’t we.

Sometimes, if I’m watching a horror alone and a character is wearing something really fucking special, I’ll rewind so I can see the costume make its appearance again.

One of my most recent memories of doing that was during the first episode of American Horror Story : Coven, when Zoe Benson is walking down a hospital corridor wearing a pair of pointed suit shoes that were literally to die for. I never imagined I’d fall for a pair of shoes like that (I’m an army boots kind of woman) but they were so darkly perfect.

Dress Me In Horror will be a regular feature when I celebrate – and lust after – some of my favourite ensembles from some of my favourite terrifying watches.

The Craft – Nancy’s Boots

I owned the 1996 cult classic The Craft on VHS and I worshiped everything about it, including Nancy Down’s lace up ankle boots, which, even as a 13 year old, I would have killed something for. They were the witchiest of witchy boots.

Get The Look

If, like me, you’re craving to unleash your inner Nancy (well, some of your inner Nancy, you don’t want to unleash all of your inner Nancy…) these pre-owned Ralph Lauren boots are pretty damn close to what appeared in that most famous scene where Nancy really loses her shit while making us all jealous with her exceptional choice in shoe wear.

Penny Dreadful Series 2  – Vanessa’s Scarf & Joan’s Everything

Penny Dreadful.  Ah, Penny Dreadful. There’s rarely been a TV show that’s left me so god damned content as Penny Dreadful. It was, from start to finish, a magnificent, and the costume designers played a monumental role in ensuring that was the case.

While I was forever swooning at Vanessa Ives exquisite Victorian garb – those bodices and full skirts really do it for me – it was when, during the second series where Vanessa made a trip t’moors to beg help from the condemned witch Joan – ‘Cut-Wife’ – Clayton that I though ‘ahh, here’s some stuff that I feel quite familiar with.’

While Vanessa’s jumper looks exactly like the sort of thing my Dad will wear on a weekend, I have a soft spot for her scarf, and I’m all over everything that is on Joan Clayton. I’ve even distressed some of my wardrobe in honour of the bad ass elderly witch.

Get The Look/Vanessa Ives

I’m hankering after this Hand woven scarf from the ever incredible Ovate, so I can stand outside the apartment in the rain looking moody, until my boyfriend tells me to stop being a twat and come inside.

Get The Look/Joan Clayton

I’ve been looking up how much I could get for one of my kidneys. If I find out that I can get enough for this Norwegian & Corriedale Lamb’s Wool Shawl in Soil by Biek Verstappen, I’ll pull the thing out myself. While the shawl screams ‘Joan’ accompanied with the hat it also has a sort of Babadookish vibe going on, which I’m all for.

American Horror Story/Coven – Zoe’s Shoes

Have you seen Coven? Seriously, if you haven’t YOU MUST. It’s easily the best AHS series and the costumes are impeccable. Well. Okay, most are a bit meh, but Zoe’s shoes in Episode One : The Hunt kind of makes up for all the so-so witch bitch fashion.

Get The Look

Before catching sight of Zoe’s footwear, it never would have crossed my mind that I’d kind of sort of fall a lot in love with this sort of look. But I did. Hard. I went looking for the exact ones and discovered they’re called the Jeffrey Campbell Wesley Heeled Oxford. After hours of searching, I found a pair on Ebay. If you’re a size six and a half, you’re in luck.

If you have any thought on this new feature…ways I could improve it, any horror fashion moments I need to check out or talk about, or if you just enjoyed it, leave a line!

Dress Me In Horror : Part I

I’ve always paid attention to the costumes when I’ve been watching horror. I’m a real ‘woman’ like that.

Dress Me In Horror : Part I I've always paid attention to the costumes when I've been watching horror. I'm a real 'woman' like that.

[wyrdwordsandeffigies]

I’ve always paid attention to the costumes when I’ve been watching horror. I’m a real ‘woman’ like that. It’s little bizarre considering how feral I am. But we all have ‘a thing,’ don’t we.

Sometimes, if I’m watching a horror alone and a character is wearing something really fucking special, I’ll rewind so I can see the costume make its appearance again.

One of my most recent memories of doing that was during the first episode of American Horror Story : Coven, when Zoe Benson is walking down a hospital corridor wearing a pair of pointed suit shoes that were literally to die for. I never imagined I’d fall for a pair of shoes like that (I’m an army boots kind of woman) but they were so darkly perfect.

Dress Me In Horror will be a regular feature when I celebrate – and lust after – some of my favourite ensembles from some of my favourite terrifying watches.

The Craft – Nancy’s Boots

I owned the 1996 cult classic The Craft on VHS and I worshiped everything about it, including Nancy Down’s lace up ankle boots, which, even as a 13 year old, I would have killed something for. They were the witchiest of witchy boots.

Get The Look

If, like me, you’re craving to unleash your inner Nancy (well, some of your inner Nancy, you don’t want to unleash all of your inner Nancy…) these pre-owned Ralph Lauren boots are pretty damn close to what appeared in that most famous scene where Nancy really loses her shit while making us all jealous with her exceptional choice in shoe wear.

Penny Dreadful Series 2  – Vanessa’s Scarf & Joan’s Everything

Penny Dreadful.  Ah, Penny Dreadful. There’s rarely been a TV show that’s left me so god damned content as Penny Dreadful. It was, from start to finish, a magnificent, and the costume designers played a monumental role in ensuring that was the case.

While I was forever swooning at Vanessa Ives exquisite Victorian garb – those bodices and full skirts really do it for me – it was when, during the second series where Vanessa made a trip t’moors to beg help from the condemned witch Joan – ‘Cut-Wife’ – Clayton that I though ‘ahh, here’s some stuff that I feel quite familiar with.’

While Vanessa’s jumper looks exactly like the sort of thing my Dad will wear on a weekend, I have a soft spot for her scarf, and I’m all over everything that is on Joan Clayton. I’ve even distressed some of my wardrobe in honour of the bad ass elderly witch.

Get The Look/Vanessa Ives

I’m hankering after this Hand woven scarf from the ever incredible Ovate, so I can stand outside the apartment in the rain looking moody, until my boyfriend tells me to stop being a twat and come inside.

Get The Look/Joan Clayton

I’ve been looking up how much I could get for one of my kidneys. If I find out that I can get enough for this Norwegian & Corriedale Lamb’s Wool Shawl in Soil by Biek Verstappen, I’ll pull the thing out myself. While the shawl screams ‘Joan’ accompanied with the hat it also has a sort of Babadookish vibe going on, which I’m all for.

American Horror Story/Coven – Zoe’s Shoes

Have you seen Coven? Seriously, if you haven’t YOU MUST. It’s easily the best AHS series and the costumes are impeccable. Well. Okay, most are a bit meh, but Zoe’s shoes in Episode One : The Hunt kind of makes up for all the so-so witch bitch fashion.

Get The Look

Before catching sight of Zoe’s footwear, it never would have crossed my mind that I’d kind of sort of fall a lot in love with this sort of look. But I did. Hard. I went looking for the exact ones and discovered they’re called the Jeffrey Campbell Wesley Heeled Oxford. After hours of searching, I found a pair on Ebay. If you’re a size six and a half, you’re in luck.

If you have any thought on this new feature…ways I could improve it, any horror fashion moments I need to check out or talk about, or if you just enjoyed it, leave a line!

Dress Me In Horror : Part I I've always paid attention to the costumes when I've been watching horror. I'm a real 'woman' like that.