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Second book haul for July 2023! I just bought them on sale! Two are shows and the other is a movie.

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͙͘͡★What generational curses are you breaking or have already broken? : Pick-your-Cosmos͙͘͡★

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Hello Pile Galaxy~~~

So the beautiful people who chose the Galaxy, I must say, while I was preparing for your pile, my shoulders were aching and also my neck. So there might be some issues related to that. It could be possible that you guys have stored so many emotions in your body that now it's affecting you physically, and my love, your generational breaking might be related to emotional releases. If you were drawn to this pile, then you are someone who came into this life to give voice to those who are unspoken. There is a heavy, almost choking silence in your family line. This kind of family and silence make people uncomfortable when there are emotions that have been piling up for so long. For generations, your ancestors might have lived in situations or environments where speaking their truth or even just their little emotions could have landed them in problems and even conflicts. It was unsafe for them to speak, and the result...an entire bloodline of people who suppressed their pain, held in their tears and avoided conflicts to the extent where they drained themselves.

But here you are, the cycle breaker. You are someone who feels deeply, even when it overwhelms you. You may have struggled with opening yourself in the past, lived through difficult situations, but you understood the value of speaking your mind. Yes, also, I might be talking to a lot of elder daughters and siblings too. You might be the first in your family to go to therapy. To talk about childhood wounds. To write, sing, or share parts of your story that others were told to hide. And in doing so, you're healing more than just yourself — you're letting light into rooms that have been closed for centuries. It may feel like you are too emotional for some people or even too much, but that is part of who you are meant to be. You were never meant to be silenced, your heart was never meant to be numb, and your voice is to be heard. Your courage to speak freely and to voice your opinions is what the World and your ancestors need most right now.

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Hello Pile Stars~~~

Okay, we are staring at the stars now, aren't we? Your energy feels like it's travelling far, far places. Some of you might be astral travelling or visiting your loved ones in dreams or 5D? But if you felt pulled towards this pile, then you, my love, your soul has chosen to be a chosen one in this lifetime. Your soul has chosen to heal a wound that has been passed down from generation to generation, and that is about the wound of not being enough. No matter what you do, nothing is enough. I feel a lot of frustration from your energies; it's like your soul is saying, "No matter what I do, you guys won't be satisfied with me". This wound might have also shown up in your family as financial instability, chronic fatigue, overworking, addictions, etc. For you guys, love came with conditions. It's like if you had to be a certain person to even receive love as a bare minimum thing. Perhaps for you guys, joy felt like something to be earned always. Somewhere in your lineage, the belief of "deserving" is being carried and was planted as a necessity..like something to always have it.

But you guys have understood the pattern and you are ready to break it. It's like the energy of I am gonna finish this with me. You are here to break the idea that worth is something you need to earn. That worth is earned through suffering. You are here to heal your relationships with the equal act of giving and receiving. I also see someone getting married and saying their vows. So, your curse might also be related to something about weddings and marriages. You are also learning that slowing down doesn't mean you are failing. There is something about learning how to manifest effortlessly that is also a part of what you are generationally breaking. You are learning that being provided for by the Universe, or even by others or even by resting, isn't being lazy or selfish. It makes you aligned with your soul's purpose. You are meant to be alive and thriving in your own way, and to not just survive.

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Hello Pile Moon~~~

You guys are the calmest so far compared to the above two piles, but let's see what your energies are saying. I saw a meadow. I was not sure if I knew this word, but it looks like this word exists, and you might want to check it out. You guys are giving me rebel vibes like the ones who are silent, still their silence is more powerful than their words. You are not the kind who rebels just because they have to, you rebel and put an end to things for the end. Your family lineage holds fear and illusions of control. Like you, the families who are very strict with traditions have some kind of rules, suppressing dreams for the sake of showing off and living through the lens of what the other people will say (bla, bla and bla). You guys are real deal surviving this shit. But your energies are saying that you have never been able to walk the "traditional" paths made by the older generations. I see you might have tried it , but it drained you. Your soul craves freedom, and you are not meant to be chained in any form, like energetically, financially or emotionally. You are here to liberate yourself from everything. You want to live truthfully, in your highest form.

But I also heard that you are not here to dishonour your lineage, you are here to make some changes in it and honestly, that's beautiful. You may be the first one to step away from old taboos, or first ones to choose a partner based on what you actually crave or your soul craves rather than being with someone just because the society expects it. There is a deep karmic theme in your family and ancestors, and you are slowly but steadily resolving them. You are learning that real freedom doesn't come from control but from trust, and you are trusting.

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Tolerate It

pls enjoy this kinda angsty little thing I wrote a couple of months ago when I was really going through it in a relationship and have been too shy to post anywhere until today. I miiiiight have the second part to this halfway done. If this sucks I'm so sorry lmao it’s very lightly proofread and I have not written anything that hasn't had to be turned in for a grade in years.

Part Two

You sit alone at the table wondering how you ended up here. The dinner you'd spent the better part of the evening preparing grows cold as you sip on what has to be your third glass of wine. From your spot you can see Abby standing at the counter, speaking softly into the phone while she reads through the mail that had piled up over the last week. You pick at your food, hoping she'll join you eventually, but when fifteen minutes turns into twenty and then thirty five, you realize you're wasting your time. The laughter from the other room tells you the work part of the call ended long ago. Pushing your chair back, not caring when the loud noise earns you a glare from Abby, you gather your plate and blow out the candles at the center of the table.

Abby moves to sit on the loveseat in the living room after her call. It doesn't take long for her to get lost in the new book she had just brought home. Your eyes shift to the untouched plate of food still waiting for her in the dining room and then to the apple in her hand. The sound of  your throat clearing catches her attention.

"Your plate is still at the table if you want it, babe." You gesture to the lone plate at her usual spot.

There's a pang in your chest at the sight of the floral arrangement you'd chosen for the week. Behind that, strong wind pelts rain at the window. The gloomy weather a perfect representation of the storm brewing inside you.

"I thought I told you I had an early dinner with a couple of colleagues."

"Oh."

It comes out as a whisper. Not bothering to tell her she hadn't called you back after her lunch break. Again. You make a mental note to put the plate away before bed, knowing she'll pack it for tomorrow.

Your arms are elbow deep in soapy water, trying to rush through the last couple of dishes before she retreats to her study. The clanking of pots and pans fills the quiet space. You scrub at a particularly stubborn spot, trying to think of a way to bring it up without sounding too obvious.

"How was work today?"

"Fine." Your wife replies, not elaborating further.

"It's the twenty first, right?" There's some hesitation in the question.

"Yup."

Okay.

She doesn't look up from her book when you shuffle past her a little while later, placing a steaming mug on the coffee table. Her hand caresses the soft skin of your thigh and you perk up when she mumbles a soft thanks, placing a quick kiss on her temple. The sleeping cat on her lap stirs when you give him a gentle scratch behind the ear.

You settle into the sofa across from her and watch her read. She's in the cotton pajamas and fuzzy socks you'd laid out in the closet for her. It makes you feel ridiculously overdressed. Your hands fist the skirt of your dress, feeling foolish. There's a dark spot on the satin material from leaning over the wet counter.

The record player in the far corner of the room catches your attention. You miss the nights where she'd play you one of her favorites and dance with you around the living room before letting you sit on her lap as she read out loud to you. You never thought you would miss those boring medical journals. These days you're lucky if you get more than an hour with her before she locks herself in her study.

It hadn't always been like this. The two of you have been together longer than you've been apart. Visions of eleven year old Abby teaching you how to braid her hair for soccer practice flash in your head. Crawling into her bed in the middle of the night after another nasty fight between your parents. Summer vacations to her family's lake house. Her and her parents at every dance recital and play you'd ever been part of in high school. Realizing at sixteen that your feelings for the girl weren't so platonic. Then moving into the spare bedroom down the hall from her a year later after coming out to your family. Prom dress shopping with her and her mother, sneaking kisses in the tiny fitting rooms. The Anderson's were the family you never had.

Navigating young adulthood with Abby had been fun. You'd rented a tiny apartment in Seattle and paid way too much for it while attending university. It wasn't much, but it was home. You remember the dance parties in the tiny living room. The time the blonde begged you to let her keep the tiny cat she'd found in an alley on the way home one random afternoon. Going on dates and exploring the city. Staying up late and fantasizing about what life would look like in ten years. The look on her face as her thumb rubbed small circles on the exposed skin of your belly after you'd shown her your list of baby names. Getting married just after graduation.

Abby had never been too busy to show you how much she loved you, no matter how busy she got with school. Packing your meals for work, making sure your car had enough gas in it, organizing stay at home date nights whenever your schedules aligned. And you doing the same for her when she was up to her eyebrows in work for school.

The notes were your favorite. They had started appearing randomly after you'd been unexpectedly laid off. You'd been moping around the house for weeks, losing hope after not hearing back from any of the companies you'd applied to. Always in your favorite color, the purple post it notes could be found stuck to the wherever you'd see them first thing in the morning. The silly declarations of love and the affirmations always made you smile.

Those days were long gone. You were slowly going from high school sweethearts to two people who simply co-existed. No matter what you did or how hard you tried, it was getting harder to deny the lack of warmth in her eyes when she looked at you sometimes. Today proved what you had been too afraid to admit to yourself. The only person who had ever felt like home has slowly started becoming a stranger that slipped into your bed later and later each night.

Your eyes start stinging and you bite down on your lower lip. There's no way you're breaking down in front of her, not tonight. The warmth radiating from the fireplace does little to keep away the chill running through your body. Shaky hands bring the mug to your lips, hoping some tea would calm the nausea swirling in your stomach. You're not surprised to find yourself unable to keep drinking after a few tiny sips. Abby's favorite mug grows cold on the coffee table and you're positive she doesn't even remember it's there.

The sound of her phone ringing startles you both. Abby snatches the phone off the counter, a tired sigh leaves her parted lips when she sees who's calling. She jogs up the steps, intently listening to whoever is on the other end of the phone. You pick at the chipping nail polish on your left hand, watching the way your engagement ring glints in the dim light of the fire. Your stomach dips as you slip the stack off your finger, placing them in the small bowl on the coffee table.

"Are you going somewhere?" Your head shoots up to where she's standing in the threshold. The sight of her in a fresh pair of navy blue scrubs doesn't surprise you. Her loose bun traded for a tight braid that hangs over her shoulder.

"No. Why would I be?"

She gestures at your dress. Eyes roaming over your face, finally noticing the makeup you'd carefully applied hours before. You see her lock in on your empty hand, her sculpted brows furrow in confusion. Please say something. You beg, just wanting to understand why this is happening. Was she so busy she couldn't even bother to ask what's wrong? Did she even care anymore?

The constant buzzing of the phone in her tote bag answers your question for you. She shakes her head and turns to the door, stopping to slip her feet into her sneakers. You follow silently behind her, wondering if you should say something.

"Abigail?"

She hums in acknowledgment, not bothering to look up from her phone. Her fingers move at lightning speed across the touchscreen. Your nails dig into the palm of your hand, fighting the urge to snatch her phone and chuck it against the wall.

"What?" She asks again when you don't speak up. The look of annoyance on her face has you taking a step back.

"Nevermind," you turn towards the coat closet, pulling out her winter jacket. "It doesn't matter." You don't have to look back to know she's rolling her eyes.

"I should be back before you leave for work." You busy yourself with the already organized closet, pretending to move things around while she gathers the rest of her things.

"Be careful." You mumble, blinking rapidly to stop the tears from flowing. Not trusting yourself to say much more without your throat closing.

"Always am." She plants a kiss on the back of your head and heads out the door. It's only when you hear the sound of her car pulling away that you let yourself cry. No longer caring about the mascara that is certainly smearing.

Unsteady legs carry to the foot of the stairs where you collapse into a pathetic heap. Tears freely flowing down your cheeks, further staining the material of your dress. Your hands harshly pull at the fabric, wanting nothing more than to rip it off. The pins in your hair clatter loudly on the floor as you harshly pull them out.

Your sobs echo throughout the empty house. Pain radiates through your body, from somewhere in your chest to the tips of your fingers. The nausea has increased tenfold. You inhale sharply, resting your head on your knees. Watery eyes fixed on the front door your wife had just walked out of, this gut wrenching feeling of loneliness overwhelms you.

"Happy anniversary Abby."

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The Arrangement (5) - Confrontation

Summary: Living under the same roof as Astarion was proving to me more of a challenge than you had anticipated.

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: Nightmare. Hurt/Comfort. Innuendo. Heavy use of sarcasm hahaha.

Word count: 4.4k

Previous chapter. Ao3. Series Masterlist

If anyone had suggested a few days ago that you'd find yourself living under the same roof as Astarion, you would have called them delusional and point them to the nearest infirmary for a mental check.

But the wheels of fate turned in mysterious ways, and a mere glance at the man sitting across from you was proof enough of that.

The flames swirling and crisping in the nearby fireplace cast the most delicate yellow and orange tint on his pale complexion as he flipped the pages of a book you had lent him.

You had tried to focus on your own reading, but you just couldn't help but to occasionally shift your gaze to him.

Gods… it was nigh criminal how handsome this man was.

It was as if he had been hand-carved by someone intended on wreaking havoc in the name of beauty.

And, as far as you were concerned, they had thoroughly succeeded.

Suddenly, he lifted his head and he met your gaze dead-on, unblinkingly.

So handsome…

A cold shiver ran up the back of your neck, but you found herself unable to look away. It was as if, in that moment, you had managed to block out everything around you but him. The longer you stared at him, the more acutely you felt detached from reality.

“May I kiss you?”

You blinked a few times. “What?”

His eyes narrowed, one eyebrow raised in sheer perplexity.

“No need to look so offended, darling,” he said with a scoff, rising from his seat and snatching the candle holder from the table to your right. “I was merely asking for this. I apologise if the request is out of the realm of your ‘one hundred good deeds I must perform before I perish’ list.”

You blinked again.

What?

You glanced around, but judging from the lack of reaction from both Gale and Shadowheart, you figured that maybe he hadn't actually asked to kiss you.

Great. Now I'm hallucinating…

He returned to his padded chair with a dramatic sigh. “Honestly, I've seen more light in the deepest corners of the Shadowlands.”

Maybe sleep deprivation was finally taking its toll on you, rendering you delirious.

Regardless, the illusion had been enough to flare your heart, and you hurriedly focused your attention on the book in your hands.

“I had quite forgotten how peacefully silent it can be without having you around, Astarion.” Shadowheart spoke as she tended to a few rolls of parchment and letters.

“Well, you can thank Wyll for that.”

She ignored him. “All you do is complain.”

You felt a storm brewing on the horizon as you lifted your eyes to glance at him.

Astarion let out a cynical laugh. “You're one to speak.”

Shadowheart was now scowling. Deeply.

“Besides, that is a rather disingenuous accusation. Want proof?” he asked, clearing his throat. “So, Gale - what are you reading that has you scribbling about like a mad man?”

The wizard snapped out of his nose-deep dive and brought his quill to a halt with a beaming smile. “Glad you ask, my friend. ‘A Visual Guide to Baldur's Gate's Exquisite Cuisine’. First edition. Hand-signed by the finest chefs in the city. What a marvel, indeed.”

As expected, Astarion looked as unimpressed as ever, but you interjected before he could mouth anything obtuse.

“That sounds rather exciting, Gale.”

He nodded eagerly. “A small guilty pleasure of mine, I must say. I'm taking down some notes, so that I can - hopefully - prepare some delectable dishes for us.”

Shadowheart's eyes remained fixed on Astarion as if awaiting for him to burst at any moment.

He exchanged a quick glance with you before muttering, “Unbelievable.”

“I think it's to be commended that he cares enough to try,” you said sweetly, earning a scornful glare from him. “I can't wait for you to showcase your abilities, Gale.”

“My sentiments exactly, dear friend.”

Astarion chuckled darkly. “‘Abilities’ as in setting the kitchen ablaze, or…”

You shot him a death glare.

He shrugged. “You two are a match made in the hells.”

This had you snap your book closed with a loud thud, eyeing him defiantly. “So what constitutes an engaging reading to you, Astarion? Murderous ploys?”

His lips curled into a devious smile. “Something along those lines. Although I do enjoy indulging in some debauchery from time to time.”

You weren't sure Gale would set the kitchen ablaze with his cooking skills, but Astarion's blunt and crass words sure did that to your cheeks.

Shadowheart scoffed.

“There are some interesting books in my collection,” he continued, clearly enjoying your loss of composure. “I will gladly lend you some… or maybe offer a guided tour through my favourite pieces?”

You needed to change the subject.

Fast.

You were most definitely fighting a losing battle.

This was Astarion's playground, and he would always come out victorious.

“Must you always resort to such vulgarity?” Shadowheart sneered, shaking her head in disapproval.

“I'm afraid the city is fresh out of those who know how to properly enjoy themselves, and we can't all be dullards, darling.”

You cleared your throat. “So, Gale… you're leaving for Waterdeep soon enough.”

He leaned back in his chair. “Yes. If all goes well, we shall have access to the Wish spell soon enough, my vampling friend.”

Astarion crossed his arms. “Finally some progress.”

“Maybe you should be more thankful.” You said with a frown.

“As should you,” he shot back. “No more need to offer your blood to me.”

Fair enough.

“Much to your disappointment, I imagine.” Shadowheart chimed in.

But before he could retort, you heard a rising commotion outside that only came to a halt as the front door burst open.

Lae'zel came through, carrying what appeared to be a very much deceased wild boar across her shoulders as if it was nothing more than a sack of feathers.

She kicked the door shut at once, nostrils flaring. “Tsk'va! What are those two doing outside?”

“House arrest.” Astarion informed.

Bringing the carcass to the kitchen table, Lae'zel locked eyes with you, visibly annoyed.

“I had plans to rescue you from that prison. And I would have had it my way had it not been for Gale and his… morals.”

Gale bolted from his seat, suddenly looking rather distressed. “Lae'zel, we've spoken about this before and agreed not to bring bleeding carcasses into our home.”

She glared at him. “You alone agreed to it - I had no part in it.”

He gave her an exasperated look, picking up a piece of cloth to wipe away the strands of blood that had begun to run along the wooden surface.

“If this falls on the carpet, it will be a nightmare to remove the stains.”

Astarion tutted. “Darling, that carpet is so hideous that being splattered with carrion blood would be a vast improvement.”

You rose to your feet, rushing to join Lae's zel, who quickly placed her hand on your shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze.

Your lips tugged into a genuine smile.

To her, this was the equivalent of ‘I am glad you're safe and I care for you’ and it warmed your heart beyond measure.

Naturally, Astarion quickly joined your side, earning Lae'zel's disdainful gaze.

“What are you doing here?”

“Oh, it was a two-for-one type of deal, wasn't it?” Astarion mocked, turning to you. “Free one criminal and get two on house arrest.”

Unfortunately for Astarion, Lae'zel had little patience to entertain his sarcastic remarks and merely scoffed.

“I would have easily rescued from that prison, you know?” She gave your shoulder another squeeze and you nodded. “Those frail guards are no match for a githyanki.”

“On that much we can agree.” He mused.

She gave him a stern look. “I would have left you there.”

“We fought a giant brain, a scheming squid, and a whole parade of lunatics side by side, in case you've forgotten, my dear nest of vipers friend,” he said, narrowing his eyes. “Maybe you ought to show more gratitude.”

You expected her to snap at him, but she merely pressed her lips and gave him a nod.

That would be as far as she'd go, though.

“Well, as much as I enjoy this ‘family’ reunion, I'm off to my room,” Shadowheart said from a distance, already heading towards the staircase. “Please do not maim each other in my absence - there's only so much healing I can provide.”

You chuckled and she smiled warmly at you.

“Say, Lae'zel…” Astarion started, circling the boar with utmost interest. “I would hate for perfectly adequate blood to go to waste.”

The implication in his words wasn't subtle at all, and she groaned. “I thought you feeding on our friend was enough.”

Your stomach lurched violently.

He scoffed. “There is no such thing as ‘enough’ blood for a vampire. Besides, she's the main course… this would be more of an aperitif, if you will.”

Now, you felt positively sick to your core.

A wave of nausea and repulsion gripped you tight.

“It would be a mutually beneficial situation - I save Gale from a mental breakdown, sparing you tue ordeal, and I also get to quench my hunger.”

Gale grumbled something in agreement.

But you felt the sudden wish to be swallowed whole by some magical hole in the ground.

The way he referred to you as nothing more than food prompted a visceral reaction from you, and you feared you might empty the contents of your stomach from it alone.

“Um… I'll go get some sleep… I'm too tired,” you said dismissively, already pacing towards the corridor that led to your room. “Have a good night.”

Astarion called after you, but you didn't bother looking back.

But before you could turn the doorknob, you heard light steps approaching and firm fingers gripping your forearm.

Astarion.

His face was void of any amusement. “You're upset.”

You pulled free from his grasp. “A neat observation. No wonder you're such a skilled rogue.”

His brows furrowed lightly. “What's the matter?”

“It seems that I'm only worthy of your attention when it comes to you treating me as nothing but a meal, to hurl your sarcastic remarks at. Oh - and unless I'm on the verge of death,” you said, counting on each finger.

He seemed quite taken aback, his features twisting into a scowl. “You really adore selling yourself short, don't you?”

“You won't even deny it.”

“Then what sort of attention do you want from me?” He asked, taking a step closer, the sudden proximity catching you off-guard. “Do enlighten me.”

You glared at him in silence for a moment, vaguely wondering how the two of you had gotten to this point in your relationship, where everything seemed so… off.

Astarion was standing in front of you, but it wasn't truly him.

He was there, but not really.

He seemed so detached from the Astarion you had fallen for, and a part of you loathed that you had allowed yourself to get so attached to him in the first place.

Eventually, you heaved a deep sigh as he awaited your reply. “The sort of attention I don't have to beg for.”

His face softened briefly and he parted his lips only to press them close together again as if he had decided against speaking.

Right.

You swallowed hard. “Have a good night.”

The hopeful part of you half-expected him to stop you from walking away as you closed the door behind you, but he did no such thing.

You pressed your back against it, taking a deep breath, feeling as if you had just lost something.

Had you been too dramatic?

Did it even matter at this point?

Maybe it was better off this way.

You moved to scrub your face clean in the washbasin, preparing yourself to get some rest before the morning came.

Whatever was of your relationship with Astarion would have to wait for you to be able to think more clearer.

Slipping into your nightdress, you allowed yourself to fall on your bed and onto your stomach with a muffled thud, wanting to do nothing more than to scream into the covers, but remained still instead.

After what felt like hours of restlessly rolling beneath the sheets, you felt your mind lighten and were able to find solace in the peace and quiet.

That was until you heard a distant voice.

A woman's voice.

Her voice.

“Go on. Bleed her dry for me…”

You felt the mattress dip slightly and your eyes snapped open only to find Astarion baring his fangs.

And then he was on you, pinning you frozen with both hands.

“No - stop! Get off!”

He didn't hold back and you felt a familiar sting tear through your neck, his cold lips sprawling across your skin.

“She's so pathetic. Just kill her. Put her out of her misery.”

“Get off!” You cried out, feeling his weight pinning you down.

He didn't waver and you felt your blood being drained from you alarmingly fast as you tried your best to yank free from his vicious grip.

You were going to die.

He was going to kill you.

“Stop! Please - Astarion!”

Something was squeezing your shoulder and you tried to squirm away from the increasing pressure.

You felt him chuckle in amusement against your skin and that was what killed you first.

“ASTARION!”

The grip on you kept on increasing and you realised someone was shaking you.

“Wake up.”

How was he speaking whilst fiercely feeding on you?

Were you already dead?

Your cries turned into uncontrollable sobs and you felt like breathing was no longer an option.

“Wake up!”

The shove against your shoulder was too fierce this time, and you jolted violently, feeling the pressure on top of you only faintly ease.

“Get the fuck off me!”

You tried to conjure a spell - any spell - that might help you set yourself free.

He called out your name and your eyes snapped open at once, only to see Astarion hovering over you, hand now pressed firmly against your lips, muffling your sobs.

Bergamot.

Rosemary.

Aged brandy.

It was him.

He was there.

The nightmare faded with each passing second, and, for the longest time, all you could hear were your laboured breaths as you struggled to step into reality.

Your eyes were blurred from the tears welling up, and you watched his lips part to utter something, but the pounding in your ears prevented you from understanding a single word.

He eventually dropped the hand from your mouth, staring at you with an understanding look on his face.

“You're safe."

For a split second, you wondered if this was truly your Astarion, and once you asserted that it was truly him sitting beside you, you pushed yourself from the mattress, looping your arms around his neck.

He took you in his arms, gently pressing his lips to your temple.

“You're safe. I'm here and I've got you."

You couldn't stop the tears from streaming down as you pressed your face to his shoulder, seeking any sliver of comfort he could spare you.

The door to your room burst open.

“What happened? What did you do?”

Shadowheart's accusatory tone ground on your already fragile nerves.

“She was having a nightmare.”

His cool hand came to the back of your head, further pressing you into him.

“Oh. Another one…”

You felt your heartbeat soothe and your breathing gradually even out.

But his embrace felt too much like coming home for you to part from him, so you didn't, allowing him to rock you gently in his arms.

“It's become more frequent as of late.” She said with a hint of sadness to her voice.

Astarion kept his lips pressed to your temple, grounding you.

You eventually pulled back from him with a loud sniffle. “I'm fine. I am sorry I worried you…”

Shadowheart approached you, kindness on her face. “Nonsense. I am here for you - we are here for you,” she added, glancing at Astarion. “Always.”

“I'll just try to get some rest… you two may go…” you stammered in between a few sobs.

Shadowheart didn't move and neither did Astarion.

You rubbed your puffy and wet eyes. “I mean it. It will be fine.”

“Very well,” Shadowheart drawled out reluctantly. “But please let me know if there is anything I can help with.”

You gave her a reassuring nod paired with a comforting smile.

She returned the gesture and excused herself, clicking the door shut behind her.

Your gaze shifted to him. “You can leave, too.”?

He scoffed. “No.”

“What?”

“You'll have to stake me.”

You were utterly confused by his perseverance.

“I am fine, Astarion. I am thankful for your help, but… you don't have to stay.”

He nodded. “I don't have to, but I want to.”

Your heart clenched tightly in your chest.

And then your eyes fell to his shoulder.

“Oh, my…” you winced at the sight of the soppy fabric of his shirt. “I'm sorry for that…”

He looked confused at first, but followed your line of sight and smiled. “Was this an excuse to get me out of my shirt?”

His playful jab immediately had you chuckle, rolling your eyes at him.

“Not to mention that I've been covered in all sorts of your bodily fluids,” he went on, earning a surprised glare from you. “This might be my…” he paused brielfy, as if evaluating his options. “Ah - my third favourite, yes.”

You should have known better than to take the evident glare, but you could really use the distraction.

“What are the first two, then?”

You hadn't even realised your nightdress had come undone at the front until he reached out to pull back the sleeve that had slid down your arm.

Glancing down, you couldn't help the rush of heat on your cheeks as your breasts were barely covered at all.

“Blood, naturally,” he said in a low voice, tying each set of strings with unmatched dexterity, keeping your modesty preserved. “And your-”

But before he could reply, you quickly pressed your forefinger to his lips, eyes widening as you felt him smile under your touch and pressing a soft kiss.

You felt as though you might implode.

His hands moved up your chest, tying up the last knots.

“There - all neatly wrapped up like a nice little gift.” He said, amusement coating his words.

He was too good at getting under your skin.

More than you were willing to admit, especially out loud.

“Thank you for making me laugh.” You said truthfully, pushing aside how he had so easily made you feel all heated up.

“I aim to please.”

His words hit you like a thousand knives.

“You're more than that…” You said, wanting to reassure him that he didn't need to resort to honeyed words and calculated moves to create a meaningful connection with someone.

But your statement had the opposite effect, and he frowned slightly.

“Don't. Do not start…”

You swallowed and nodded in understanding. “I didn't mean to offend.”

He shook his head, adjusting the fabric of your nightdress over your shoulders. “You didn't. I merely do not wish to make this about me.”

You were slightly taken aback.

“I know all too well the burden of nightmares,” he explained. “Even if elves don't indulge in conventional sleep, we are still prone to nightmares when we trance.”

Oh.

“And I would hate for you to be plagued like that.”

You lowered your gaze, feeling extremely exposed all of a sudden.

“So tell me, darling, when did these start?” He asked, shifting closer to you. “And why were you screaming my name?”

You felt a lump swell in your throat.

He placed his finger under your chin, and pressed upwards until your eyes met his.

“What haunts you?”

You.

“Can we just… not…” You asked, already feeling tears prickling in the corners of your eyes.

Reason told you that a heartfelt conversation with Astarion was long overdue, but you didn't feel ready.

You still felt too startled and too vulnerable.

He had hurt you in more ways than one, even if unconsciously done at times.

“We don't have to talk about it.”

You nodded, a few tears rolling down. “Thank you.”

“We can push all of that aside, even if just for tonight.”

Your heart hammered fast inside you.

He then cradled your face in his hands, leaning in to press his lips to each cheek, kissing your tears away.

Your eyes fluttered shut as he trailed down, inching closer to your lips.

A shudder coursed throughout your entire body, barely able to contain the anticipation.

Please kiss me…

His thumbs rubbed slow circles on your flushed cheeks and your lips parted as his ghosted yours.

Astarion…

Almost there.

You could almost taste him.

Your hands came to grip his wrists tightly, silently urging him to take you.

Please… please…

As your heart thudded faster and faster, you gasped when he quickly kissed the tip of your nose before pressing his lips to your forehead.

You couldn't deny the overwhelming wave of disappointment that washed over you, even if, deep down, you realised it was probably the best course of action, considering how vulnerable you still felt from the nightmare.

A few more tears spilled over, which he quickly brushed away before pulling back.

“I can stay until you fall asleep.”

Your heart dropped.

Everything was conditional with him.

It was always meant to come to an end, eventually.

He would stay with you… but only until you drifted off to another nightmare, perhaps.

It was as if he couldn't simply stay with you.

You shook your head with a sniffle, letting go of him. “No. You can go… but thank you for this.”

“I can stay.”

“... until I fall asleep.” You finished his sentence.

He nodded, eyes locking with yours. “Or for as long as you need me.”

You felt ridiculous from the way your heart immediately skipped a beat.

“Will you hug me?”

He shifted back against the headboard and sprawled his arms out to you with a sly grin. “Come here, darling.”

For a brief moment, you saw your Astarion again.

Open and caring.

You scooted over to rest your body against his, smiling softly as he placed his arm around you, trailing absent-minded caresses along your arm.

His coldness felt comfortable even in the dead of night, and you wrapped your arm around his torso, enjoying the silence.

“Am I too cold?”

You're perfect.

You shook your head vehemently.

But he still reached out to grab the blanket at your feet, draping over your frame.

“You are shivering, you fool.” He whispered and you could hear the smile in his remark.

You snuggled up against him, wishing you could freeze this moment in time.

Slowly but surely, and lulled by his caresses, you felt exhaustion take over, your eyelids feeling progressively heavier.

Maybe this was all a dream.

Maybe you'd wake up only to find that this had never happened.

That you hadn't felt your Astarion once again.

His chin was resting atop your head and your heart skipped yet another beat.

“Astarion?”

“Hmm?”

“What happened to us…”

The hand on your arm stilled for a moment and he hushed you. “Just rest.”

Your eyelids did feel heavy, and you could recognise your own brain fighting away your sleep, but you still wanted to know.

You needed to know what had gone so terribly wrong.

Especially when the man holding you in his arms had just provided immeasurable comfort.

“I miss you… us…” You heard yourself mumble under your breath.

He did utter something unintelligible, but you were far too exhausted to ask for a repeat.

Your warm body slumped against his cold one as he lulled you into sleep with the rhythmic caresses on your back.

It seemed that this time, your nightmare had started and ended with him.

Morning came and he was gone.

Of course he was.

Even with your windows barred from the sun, he had still chosen to leave.

He had tucked you under the bedsheets and warm blankets.

You had nearly forgotten what a good night of sleep was ever since the nightmares had taken root in your mind.

His scent lingered all around you and it was impossible to escape it.

You eventually pushed yourself up to sit in silence, going over the events of a couple of hours ago.

Why did he always leave in the end?

Why couldn't you just bring yourself to move on from him?

You could have taken the time to open up to him about how you felt, but you were so afraid to push him away.

He had his own vulnerabilities and he didn't need yours weighing him down, too.

You lazily scrambled out of bed, slipping into your robe, ready for a new day.

As you made your way down the corridor, you began to hear heated voices coming from the kitchen.

“Must we all live in darkness because of you?”

You found Astarion sitting by the table, seemingly unbothered by Lae'zel's snarky remarks, the room plunged in darkness, keeping the scorching sun at bay.

“Oh please, feel free to address your complaints to the Grand Duke.”

Gale saw you first and offered a warm smile. “How are you feeling, my friend?”

You hugged yourself, forcing a smile. “I am well, thank you.”

Astarion turned his head to you, annoyance giving way to a sliver of concern. “Did you manage to get some rest?”

You nodded, your heart immediately reacting to his presence.

“Shall I brew some chamomile tea?” Gale offered eagerly, moving about the kitchen to gather the supplies.

“Thank you,” you said, glancing around. “Where is Shadowheart?”

“She headed out to the apothecary,” Gale said, placing the kettle by the fireplace. “She's keen on helping you out with these nightmares.”

Guilt hit you.

Of course she had.

Shadowheart had held your hand through so many perils, yet you couldn't help but to feel guilty that she was searching for help when the solution to your problem was right in front of you.

And he kept glaring at you, as if studying your every move.

A soft knock on the front door snapped you from your thoughts, and you went to push it open, revealing the visitor.

No.

No fucking way.

You immediately slammed the door shut, feeling rage swirl inside you.

“Who is it?” Gale asked.

“No one.”

Then your gaze met Astarion's whose eyebrow was arched in confusion.

“That is no way to treat a guest.” The woman outside chirped happily.

Ava.

Next chapter: Broken - November 26

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perhaps ellis comforting a reader who had a nightmare? :)) - 🏔️anon

CHARACTERS: Ellis, Reader/You

WARNINGS/TAGS: Reader has nightmare, parental yandere, possessive behavior, cuddling, terms of endearment, light infantilization

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

"What are you reading?" You plop down next to Ellis and lay your head on his shoulder.

In response, he kisses your head. "A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens," he replies, turning another page. "One of my favorites." After scanning over the words for another minute or two, he closes it carefully, setting it down beside him to give you more attention. "It's almost bedtime, you know."

"For you," you laugh. "Why do you go to bed so early?"

"For us, because you need a full eight hours just as much as anyone," he chuckles. "And the reason is because I have insomnia. It takes me at least an hour to fall asleep. Maybe longer sometimes, and I even wake up in the middle of the night and have even more trouble going back to sleep." He sounds bitter about it, but he sighs gently to release the tension. "And on top of that, I have to wake up at six in the morning."

You frown in concern. "I'm sorry..."

"No, no, no. None of that now." He leans down and kisses your head. "Please stop worrying. It's better now that you basically live here. Everything is."

Now that you think about it, you really do basically live here. You have your own bedroom here, your own wardrobe, bathroom essentials, toiletries, etc. Almost everything that belonged to you previously, now belongs in Ellis's apartment.

"Everything? No exceptions?"

"Well, you could stand to come hang around me more often, but that's just me being clingy." He gives a little huff, almost like he's scoffing at himself. "If we didn't share meals together everyday and live under the same roof, I'd probably lose my mind worrying about you."

Your lips twitch into a small smile. "Remember, I'm not a kid." It's all in lighthearted banter. You aren't actually offended by his comments or statements anymore.

Ellis stands up, gesturing for you to follow. "Maybe physically you aren't. But mentally, well," he clicks his tongue, earning a playful swat from you.

He leads you to your room, pulling up a chair beside your bed after tucking you in, and crossing one leg over the other. "We finished the second book of Narnia, right?" You nod. "Good. The Voyage of the Dawn Treader happens to be my favorite installment in the series."

You've noticed how he reads to you to help you sleep nowadays. Even though it feels unnecessary and somewhat embarrassing, you can't complain too much. It is rather soothing, and makes you feel safe and cared for.

Not only that, but you can tell he clearly loves reading to you.

And with a doting parental figure like Ellis, would he really expect you to reject his constant offerings?

Not in the slightest.

Once he notices your eyes drooping, he closes the book softly and sets it aside.

"I love you, honey," he whispers, so quiet you barely even hear it. He bends down, kissing you on the forehead, and then lightly steps out, being extra gentle with shutting the door behind him.

...

Ellis wakes up around three in the morning, as per usual. He sighs, reaching for his glasses blindly and sliding them on his face, blinking in the darkness. He needs some water. Hopefully he can tire himself out again afterwards. On the way to the kitchen, he hears faint cries. A wave of dread washes over him immediately. Is that you?

He rushes into your room, only to find you sobbing quietly into your pillow. "(Y/n)? Baby, what's wrong?" Rushing over, he sees that you've accidentally thrown your blankets onto the floor and started whimpering in your sleep. "(Y/n)... oh, (Y/n)."

Ellis wraps an arm underneath you and cradles you to his chest, grabbing your blanket and wrapping it back around your shoulders. He rocks you back and forth while making low shushing noises.

"It's okay. It's okay." He wipes tears off your cheekbones, kissing your face. His thumb traces circles around your face and chin to soothe you further.

"Dad," you call out in your sleep, causing him to visibly perk up and halt his movements altogether. You cling onto him, nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck, making him crack a genuine, joyful smile.

"Oh, angel," he coos, "I wish you would call me that when awake." Ellis sways back and forth, humming softly. Even if you didn't do it on purpose, it still brought immense joy to him knowing that's how you view him as.

You stir in his grasp, eyes fluttering open in confusion. That's when you notice how hard you're breathing. "Why..."

"You had a nightmare," he whispers, smoothing your bangs to the side. "Seems like a bad one, too. How do you feel?" Instead of answering, you latch onto him tighter. A relieved laugh slips past his lips. "Ah, you'll be the death of me."

"You were hurt," you sniffle, "in my dream."

"Well, don't worry about that. Because I'm perfectly fine, see?" he hums, taking your hand and pressing it against his pulse point, letting you feel it.

You relax slightly at that. "Sorry I woke you up."

"Please, you've done no such thing. I told you, sweetheart. I rarely ever sleep. This was coincidental timing, that's all." He scoots onto the mattress and sits cross-legged, allowing you to stay curled up in his lap and clinging onto him like a lifeline. You wonder how you ended up with someone like Ellis watching after you, but you aren't complaining, either. If anything, he feels exactly like what you needed. Someone to fuss over you constantly.

Which Ellis definitely does.

"Do you need me to stay?" he asks after some silence.

"Only if you want to," you reply, yawning.

"That's a yes, then," he laughs softly. "Move over for me." After a moment of reluctance, you listen obediently. He crawls into bed after tossing his glasses onto the bedside table and pulls you against his chest. "Do I make you feel safer?"

"Yes, a lot," you mumble honestly. "Even if you kinda have a resting bitch face."

Ellis laughs, but quickly shushes you afterwards. "Watch your language," he warns, "even if we both know that's true." He rubs circles into your lower back with the tips of his fingers, feeling contented with the warmth radiating between you two.

"Do you get nightmares?" you ask curiously.

"Sometimes," he says carefully. "They don't happen often, thankfully. They usually consist of something bad happening to you. So far, that hasn't happened, thank goodness." He inhales your scent deeply, planting kisses along your temple and scalp. "It always starts with me not being able to reach you in time."

Your fingers curl into his shirt as you bury yourself against him further. "Trust me, you're stuck with me. Must be hard."

Ellis rolls his eyes. "For someone who's supposed to be going back to sleep, you sure aren't acting like it." His tone softens when he speaks next. "You'll never bother me, baby. You could wake me up at three in the morning just to sing the alphabet and I wouldn't complain at all. Because if its you waking me up, I know it means I'm still there to take care of you and that you need my help."

You close your eyes. "Can you stay here for the rest of the night? Or technically, morning?"

"I already planned to." Ellis smoothes down your messy hair and kisses the top of your head. "I will every single time you need me, just remember that."

His grip is almost suffocatingly tight, but not in a threatening sense. More like he's afraid that if he lets go for even a moment, he'll lose you forever.

So instead, he holds onto you for dear life, and you return the hold.

[ladyloveandjustice]

My Top 12 Favorite Anime of 2024 (and more)!

We had a lot of good anime in 2024, so here's the list of my top 12 favorites and some bonus great anime as well. If you get tired of clicking the review links, check out my anime overview collection for all of them here. ��

You can also check out my post about my favorite manga from 2024 here and my favorite books of 2024 here.

These are in no particular order!

Delicious in Dungeon (a.k.a Dungeon Meshi)

Dungeon Meshi  is one of my favorite stories period, and easily my top anime of the year. The basic premise is that Laios and his party of adventurers need to travel through a monster-infested dungeon rescue his sister. Rather waste precious time earning money for food, Laios decides they should just eat the monsters they encounter as they travel. But then that simple plot spins off into so much more...

The story combines cooking and adventure animanga expertly. It has some of the most impressive and fascinating worldbuilding I've ever seen, top-tier varied character design and a great plot. It's also funny as hell, and I love its main cast of nuanced eccentric weirdos with all my heart. Even the characters who have five minutes of screen time feel like you could watch a spin-off series about them.

It's not just about food, but the cycle of life and death, about hunger of all kinds, about ecosystems and societies and finding solace in the monstrous...there's a lot simmering under this story!

So, go ahead and eat up! And read my review here for more!

Mayonaka Punch

Canceled YouTuber, Masaki, meets a pathetic lesbian vampire, Live. Live agrees to help Masaki launch a new YouTube channel, but in exchange, Masaki has to let Live suck up all her blood when they reach 100 million subscribers.

 This is the kind of stuff I watch anime for. This is what dreams are made of.

Do you support women's wrongs? Are you craving some women who are loveable shitheads? Do you want a great ensemble comedy about five disaster vampires wreaking havoc and a cynical human along for the ride? This show has all that, plus some down bad lesbian vampire shenanigans! But there's also a lot of growth for the main character, and the show has a lot of pathos in how it explores how the internet and its outrage train can do a number on one's mental health.

It's a ton of fun! See my full review here!

Magilumiere Magical Girls Inc.

Being a magical girl is no longer the domain of teenagers, and has evolved into an actual career dominated by adult women. Kana becomes a magical girl for a scrappy start up company, and tries her best to navigate working life.

It's the magical girl story about adult women I've been craving for years! Magical girl media often explores the struggles of adolescence and growing up, and this show takes us to the next step by using magical girls to explore what it’s like to be a young woman entering the working world. The focus is one Kana struggling to grow her confidence and accept support from her workplace, but it also has a lot to say about companies exploiting their workers, prizing efficiency and growth over actually taking care of their customers, and it shows how the world could be better than what it is right now. Check out my review here for more detail!

Girls Band Cry

After being bullied, Nina drops out school and ends up starting a band with four other girls, including the woman whose music saved her at her darkest moment. Nina's determined for the band to stick it to the people who once looked down on them. GBC features some wonderfully messy and entertaining teenage girls, actually incredible CGI animation and great music. Nina, the lead, is allowed to be angry and obnoxious and powered by spite, but the narrative sympathizes with her and loves her spirit, even if she sometimes messes things up. All the girls have rough edges and raw emotion and a great dynamic with each other. They also flip people off a lot.

It was kind of screwed over by streaming, but don't sleep on it! See my review here!

Natsume's Book of Friends (Season 7) 

Anime's sweetest boy and his horrible cat (affectionate) are back, and it's time for more yokai adventures! I’ve already talked at length about how this series is special–check out my series review/ Rec post for the series here. I also did an article titled The Courage to Speak: Mental Illness and Recovery in Natsume’s Book of Friends that goes into more in-depth analysis. The story is sweet and charming and sometimes heartwrenching and very important to me.

It's yet another season of lovely, bittersweet yokai tales that tug on your heartstrings, the characters continue to heal and grow in slow but satisfying ways. It just feels so nice watching this series again and letting the love, comfort, and catharsis wash over me. See my review here.

Dead Dead Demon's DeDeDeDe Destruction

A giant mothership is hovering over Tokyo. The aliens have done nothing, not even leaving their ship, but Japan and America are already trying to blow that UFO up, and show off who has the best weapons, causing many civilian casualties along the way. Meanwhile, two girls are just trying to living their lives.

This anime goes hard on criticizing the military industrial complex, Japanese nationalism and imperialism, American imperialism, xenophobia, mistreatment of immigrants, rich people, and conspiracy theorists. That means it's often devastating and visceral, but it also follows some fantastic weird girls and their ride-or-die soul bond, as well as other charming, funny teenagers who are just trying to live in a world falling apart around them. You can also look forward to some plot twists that recontextualize everything you know!

You should also see my review for some content warnings and a really important message about episode order if you want more detail, you can read it here.

Senpai is an Otokonoko

 Makoto is an "otokonoko" ( a term that means crossdressing boy) and he's figuring out his relationship to gender, and hiding his interests from his mother. A girl named Aoi confesses to him, thinking he's a girl. But he reveals the truth, she's ecstatic about it, much to his shock. Meanwhile, Makoto's best friend Ryuji is also crushing on him...

It's tough to be a queer kid in a world full of rigid gender roles and insidious homophobia, and this anime shows the unfairness of that struggle. But it also shows the joy of finding those who accept and understand you, and of slowly becoming comfortable with who you are. The show knows how to make you really roots for these great kids, and it's really good at tugging the ol' heartstrings. See my review here for more!

A Sign of Affection

The anime follows Yuki, a shy girl who's been deaf since birth, and Itsuomi, a world-traveler and polyglot, fall in love. They both live in very different worlds, but as their romance blooms, they're eager to learn more about each other.

A Sign of Affection is shoujo romance at its sweetest, with soft colors, gentle blushes, tender moments, and plenty of warm fuzzies. The animation is beautiful and the show treats Yuki's perspective with care and delicacy as the story goes on. It also have a great focus on communication and consent in a relationship. Read my review here! 

YATAGARASU: The Raven Does Not Choose Its Master

In this world, people have the ability to shapeshift into yatagarasu, the giant three legged ravens from Japanese mythology. Prince Wakamiya, who's next in line for the emperor, is thought to be an incarnation of the powerful "Golden Raven", so the four women chosen as his bride candidates (each who carry the hopes of their respective provinces) compete fiercely for his hand. Yukiya, a canny young boy, has been pulled into being the prince's attendant, and both Yukiya and the women soon find themselves pulled into a deadly web of mysteries and political machinations.

Yatagarasu is a tightly woven tale of political intrigue, featuring lots of palace folk plotting against each other, multiple assassination attempts, spies, fascinating worldbuilding and use of mythology, well executed plot twists, and complex characters. Yukiya is a very likeable little trickster with a heart of gold, and he works well as an audience surrogate who has to keep up with all this weird court drama. In the first half, the story focuses a lot on on women contending with rigid roles and how that leads to both enmity and empathy between them. But disappointingly, most of those characters are dropped or have their roles reduced in the second half of the anime, which is a shame.

Overall, this anime is a story that hooks you with it's story and it's dark, majestic atmosphere and never lets go. It's just plain good, and pretty underrated, so I'd suggest checking it out!

The Apothecary Diaries (Episodes 13-24)

The second half of The Apothecary Diaries was somehow even better than the first half, crafting a compelling ongoing mystery and delving into MaoMao’s backstory. There were quite a few big thrills that made me gasp aloud. MaoMao, the world's best poison-obsessed detective, pulled off some show-stopping feats and she remains an incredible, endearing character. Especially now that we’ve learned she has a killer evil laugh. Check out my review of the first part of The Apothecary Diaries here and slightly more detail on this run of episodes here.

Dandadan

 Another one you've probably heard of, it's the story of two kids- Momo, who was abducted by aliens and Okarun, who was cursed by a yokai. Now they have to break Okarun's curese while aliens and yokai are hunting them!

Dandadan is an anime bursting with absurd action and humor, and it has a boppin’ soundtrack and amazing animation from Science Saru. It’s wildly weird in the best way, and the characters are hilarious lovable losers. It's also the rare example of a battle shonen that actually treats its female lead as an equal to her male partner, in screen time and in battle. I adore Momo with all my heart- she's fun, she's bombastic, she's badass, she's everything.

However, the main problem I have with the show is its pattern of putting Momo in sexual peril. I go into more detail about this and the show in general in my review here.

Train to the End of the World

 A story about four girls and a dog traveling across a weird, warped version of Japan to find their missing friend, Train to the End of the World is wild. I absolutely adore bizarre anime about equally bizarre girls, and this delivers. We see the girls encounter a cult with mushrooms growing out of their heads, screaming goatmen and even zombies on their journey. The dynamic between the different characters is great, and the dialogue is snappy. If you appreciate wild and weird zaniness that also has a lot of heart and great friendships, give this show a try. My full review is here.

Bonus Anime- some other stuff you might want to check out!

Cherry Magic! Thirty Years of Virginity Can Make You a Wizard?!

Despite an extremely goofy title Cherry Magic quickly became a surprisingly grounded, thoughtful and heartfelt BL romance worth watching. See my full review here.

7th Time Loop: The Villainess Enjoys a Carefree Life Married to Her Worst Enemy!

Rishe has lived seven lives, had lots of adventures, and in every single one of them, she has been killed as result of the world war started by the emperor of a neighboring kingdom. Each time Rishe dies, she's sent back to the moment the crown prince of her own country broke off their engagement (she's actually pretty happy about it). But in her seventh life, the future Emperor sees her, is instantly smitten by how cool she is and proposes to her. Rishe decides she might as well enjoy life chilling in the palace before things inevitably go to hell.

7th Time Loop has a fun conceit, and it features a vivacious, badass heroine who's a joy to watch. Having lived as a commoner in most of her past lives, she's ready to use her smarts to help people--whether it's going undercover to help a maid who's being bullied or addressing illiteracy among the servant girls. Whether she's beating up kidnappers or politically maneuvering, she's learning and growing and kicking ass. While her love interest is a bit too broody for me, I do deeply relate to how Rishe's badassery clearly turns him on. The antagonists and plot are sometimes a bit silly, but it's always a good time. A josei anime about an awesome gal is just what the doctor ordered.

Acro Trip

A silly show about a magical girl fangirl who's recruited to an evil organization by an incompetent villain,  Acro Trip is a lot of fun, and I recommend it to any magical girl enjoyer. I also recommend it to anyone who loves pathetic failguys and girls. Our "villain" Chrome is the most hilariously pathetic of them all. You like bad boys? Well this man is literally bad at everything. See my full review here.

Whisper Me a Love Song

 I have to give a shoutout to the only textual yuri anime that came out this year--it's production basically completely collapsed, but it's still watchable and the story is a sweet and solid girl band romance. At least consider giving the manga a shot if nothing else! See my review here!

[formylovetodaryldixon]

"Marley's stickers." Daryl Dixon Imagine.

After returning from a supply run with stickers for his daughter, Daryl is no longer sure if giving them to Marley was a good idea when he finds his crossbow covered in them, especially when he has to leave again with his group.

@eline720: Allright. I see you write with a daughter. Can i please have a one shot when the daughter of Daryl have find stickers. And Daryl searches for his crossbow. Only to find it full of stickers on it. And then the daughter comes in with even more stickers but didn't see Daryl. I find it cute. But i can't write. So thank you so much if ur gonna do it :)

A/N: Hey, Love! Thank you for your request. I didn't have internet when I wrote it and I only read your request once, so it's not exactly how you asked :( but I REALLY hope you like it! Thanks♥

The first airs of spring enter the house the moment Daryl closes the door of his home.

He had been out of Alexandria for 3 days on the almost last supply run: there was one more on the south and that would be it. Sitting in the living room next to her mom, Marley jumps off the couch the moment her blue eyes meet her daddy's, a smile growing on her little face that her dad returns. She is about to be 5 years old, and is easy for Daryl to pick her up in his arms the second she reaches him. Marley practically presses her entire little body against her daddy's, her arms around his neck in a tight hug. For a moment, they stay like that in silence, letting the warmth of their embrace speak for them first, before telling each other how much they had missed each other.

When Marley finally pulls away a little bit to look at Daryl, he smiles the second she kisses his nose, something he did all the time as Marley grew up.

“I missed ya so much, angel.” Daryl uses one hand to push back an obstinate strand of his daughter's hair, which almost always fell towards her face, looking into her eyes. “Did ya miss daddy?”

“I missed you so much, daddy.” Marley nods, pouting in her brave attempt not to cry when two nights ago, a nightmare woke her up and he wasn't there. “You will have to leave again?”

Daryl can see the sadness on his daughter's face as he walks to sit on the couch next to you, leaving on the floor his backpack and the crossbow that he held in one of the straps before sitting his daughter on his lap.

"Jus’ one more time, okay, angel? Then ya, me and Mommy can stay home all day. I'll finally let her teach me how to make those brownies ya love so much."

"But you'll have to wear the apron and everything." You try not to smile too much, but you love the way Marley's face lights up at his words. "You know, so you can get the full experience."

“Fine.” Daryl says with a slight hint of false annoyance, but he leans forward to kiss your cheek in greeting before turning his attention back to Marley. "I found some things for ya, angel. I even found some books without pictures for mommy, too."

“Boring!” She says giggling, but making a face she learned from her daddy.

In response, you wrinkle your nose.

"I gave birth to you but sometimes I don't recognize you as my daughter, baby."

Marley laughs, and it is a sweet and a warm sound that makes Daryl smile as he uses one hand to open his backpack and grab the things he found at a paper store. It is a book with pictures for children, some boxes of colors and sheets of stickers of cartoon animals, some with positive little messages, and when Daryl hands them to her, Marley smiles, her lips curling upward.

“I love them!” She has to tilt her head back a little to look him in the eyes, earning a kiss on the cheek that makes her giggle again. “Thank you, daddy. You are the best!”

She slides off his lap to go to the dining table behind the couch, leaving the two of you for a moment, but when your eyes meet, you chuckle.

“When we met, you swore you didn't love anyone and look at you now: you are a big softie for your daughter.”

Daryl chuckles, too.

“Don’ get jealous, woman. Ya know I love ya too.” His fingers catch your chin in a gentle grip as he leans forward. Daryl presses a kiss on your lips, resting his forehead against yours for a moment. “I missed ya too a lot, Mrs. Dixon. All of ya.”

You let out a soft giggle, loving the fact that you are a Dixon too.

“I missed you too, love.” You pull away slowly. "I'll get the food ready, okay? Marley didn't want to eat dinner until you arrived."

Daryl nods as you get up, getting up as well to walk towards his daughter. Marley is painting, with some colors scattered close to her, and she giggles when he picks her up again, sitting in the chair with her on his legs because Daryl knows she loves when he paints with her. And after a while when they finish the first picture, Marley pulls off a sticker of a yellow fox holding a sign: you did it! and sticks it on his vest at the height of his heart.

Daryl hides his smile, frowning playfully.

“You did it, Daryl Dixon.” She smiles. “You did a very good job.”

“Did he?” You joke the moment you put two plates on the table. “It seems a bit messy to me.”

"What? Yer crazy, woman, this is a masterpiece." Daryl looks at you as if you've gone really crazy or don't know how to appreciate art. "We should replace Marley’s drawin’ on the fridge and put mine up."

“No!” Marley frowns too. "Now I don't think you deserve the sticker, daddy."

“Hey!” Daryl covers it with his hand when she tries to take it back. “Ya gave it to me, young lady. S’ daddy’s now.”

Marley giggles, forgetting the matter quickly.

When dinner is over, Daryl holds his daughter’s hand as they walk up the stairs towards the second floor to get Marley ready for bed. He does it alone to make up for the days and nights he had lost with her, finally tucking her in before telling her one of those stories about he and Uncle Merle playing when they were kids. Marley grew up loving Uncle Merle, and although she didn't know he was a jerk most of the time, Daryl knew his brother would have loved his niece.

Waking up the next morning, the sunlight in that warm season of the year bathes the place and the white walls, and finding himself alone, Daryl rubs his face with one hand, pushing some strands of his brown and long hair out of his face in the way. But the moment he stretches out his arm, Daryl can feel something sticky against his bare chest: and when he raises his head to look down, he frowns as he sees a lot of stickers around his tattoo. Then, he just chuckles, putting his head back in the pillow.

And when Daryl walks into the kitchen; you're eating a strawberry while making breakfast as he finishes buttoning his shirt up.

“I think m’ gettin’ old, peach.” His voice is deeper in the morning, and you chuckle.

“Why?”

“I used to be a light sleeper ‘fore we had Marley, and now I can't feel when our daughter decides to put stickers on ma body while m’ sleepin’.”

You laugh.

“Where?”

“Around the tattoo on ma chest. Had to check that she didn't put ‘em on ma back too.”

You're smiling, loving the situation too much.

“But you pulled them off, right?”

Daryl clears his throat, watching the kitchen clock.

“M’ gotta get ma stuff from the garage. Told Rick we’re leavin’ ‘fore 10.” He walks the other way, leaving the room towards the garage that is behind the dining room. The hallway the connects the two parts of the house is empty until Marley walks from the other side, hiding her hands behind her back. "Whatcha doin’ in the garage, lil’ mouse?"

Her hair is a little bit messy in the mornings, and Daryl smiles as he watches it.

“Nothin’, daddy.” Marley smiles back, surrounding him without turning her back on him. “Love you!”

The moment she reaches the door, she runs back to her mom, leaving Daryl alone as he walks into the room. He learned to put his stuff on the highest shelves when Marley was a baby, and although you two never left her alone in that place, now she had learned not to go near the tools, but when Daryl finally gets to the place where he had put his crossbow last night, not so high this time, he has to close his eyes for a moment.

He's not upset, just... embarrassed.

Daryl takes the crossbow, putting one of his backpack’s strap around his shoulder before walking back into the living room. The moment he takes a step into the room, he can see Marley sitting on the chair next to the table, but when you look up, you have to cover your mouth with one hand, eyes slightly open in surprise: the crossbow is full of colorful stickers, all over it.

“Marley Rose Dixon, care to explain this?”

His voice is always deep, and even though that is the first time Daryl has used his daughter's full name, she looks back at him, eyes smiling because she is not even the slightest bit afraid of her daddy, no matter how serious he gets.

"Last night you said that when an object has only one color it was okay for me to color it, daddy."

Daryl sighs.

“I meant the pictures on yer book, Marley. Not daddy’s stuff.”

Marley looks confused, and you rub your face with one hand, trying to kill a laugh.

“I can take them off. It will only be a few minutes.”

Daryl scratches his forehead, not ready to face the jokes and laughter that were to come from Rick and Glenn as he comes closer to you.

“S’ okay. M’ runnin’ late anyways.” He holds the back of your head with one hand, pressing a kiss on your lips. “Ya can laugh after m’ gone.”

You nod, closing your mouth when he dares to slap your butt playfully, kneeling next in front of Marley to look into her eyes.

“Ya can put all the stickers ya want on daddy’s chest, but not on his stuff. Okay, ma lil’ angel?” He says softly, smiling when she smiles back. “Good. Now give me a hug.”

Marley wraps her arms around his neck, his free hand hugging her small body.

"Please take care, daddy. I love you."

“Love ya too, baby.”

Daryl kisses her cheek, getting up to leave his home once last time. The sun is warm on the exposed skin from his sleeveless shirt, but the moment he reaches Alexandria gate where one member of his family is waiting next to the passenger door of the truck, Glenn has to cover his mouth in shock, trying really hard not to laugh.

“Shut up.” Daryl says, almost threatening like when they met in Atlanta.

Glenn bites his lips, raising his hands in a sign of peace.

“Now I love my little Marley even more.” He says after a few seconds, but hearing his niece’s name, Rick walks around the truck, laughing in surprise, so loudly when he sees Daryl's crossbow in his hand, so much so that he has to put his own hands on his knees. “Wait! How is it that Rick can laugh?”

Daryl narrows his eyes at Rick, hating him for a moment. But ignoring the laughter, Daryl opens the passenger door and puts his things on the floor before climbing in, closing it with a little more force than necessary.

“Are ya done? I got a lil’ girl at home, ya dickfaces. Now let’s go ‘fore I shoot an arrow at ya.”

Rick has to put a hand on his chest to calm down, walking around the truck to get inside while Glenn does the same thing on the seat behind them. A man in charge of the gate opens it for the small group, and as the truck moves down the road, Daryl looks outside the window, waiting for the moment when he could return to his girls, no matter what jokes he had to endure first.

@fluffy-dixon

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

"It’s no longer 1937… she’s not gonna be saved by the prince." 

The absolute DISRESPECT for the FIRST ANIMATED MOVIE EVER MADE and its female character who was strong in her own way! The DISRESPECT for Snow White coming from people who plan to """update""" her story??? I'm FUMING. i am FURIOUS. This is the SAME shit I said about Girlboss Cinderella do you understand???

Snow White was an abused CHILD who was isolated within her castle and then suddenly thrown into the  woods and she managed to survive using only her hope and kindness!!! She found a house and offered to work to earn her keep and she DID!!! Snow does not have to be a badass to be a strong female character. And more importantly, SHE DOES NOT NEED TO BE "BADASS" TO DESERVE HER HAPPY ENDING. Some of us in abusive situations CANNOT escape on our own. We CANNOT physically fight back and WE STILL DESERVE HAPPY ENDINGS.

Women don't have to be badasses in order to be strong female characters. So she needs to be saved-- so WHAT? Saying Snow White is an antifeminist character solely because she doesn't save herself is offensive to abuse survivors and to the original character who WAS a good character. You can criticize OTHER parts of the movie– the implication that men living without women will be useless and filthy the entire time, or we can discuss the Queen’s feud with Snow being fuelled by misogynist standards, etc.!! But just saying “she needs to be saved so it’s bad” LIKE. ARE YOU SERIOUS

Badass Snow White reboots are fine in moderation, but just like Girlboss Cinderella reboots, too many and it becomes clear what society is trying to say now- that if you're feminine and can't fight a battle, you don't deserve to be saved. Do you see why this is a bad message????? Some girls are badasses who can kill and fight as well as or better than the boys. Those girls have Mulan, Merida, Raya, Moana, Rapunzel, Elsa. They are good female characters. But you know what? So is Snow White. So is Cinderella.

I'm sure people are going to accuse me of being antifeminist for saying “oh she NEEDS to be saved by a man”– I’m NOT SAYING THAT. You could have her be saved by a woman. Be saved by the dwarves, her platonic friends. By the animals. You could write a badass Snow White reboot without being disrespectful to the original film or tale. Just fucking TODAY I read the Disney Mirrorverse Snow White book– it’s written for 13yos basically so not high art but even with them having to make her an adaptational badass, they managed to keep her personality PERFECTLY. She learns how to save herself in this book, but also remains HERSELF. And her previous inability to fight was NOT CRITICIZED by any character; her sudden badassery was a bonus for her, not an indication of her character!!!

YOU are the ones saying that if Snow White (and Cinderella) isn't saving herself, she doesn't deserve to be saved. But everyone deserves happiness and that includes those too weak to fight for it alone.

anyway that was a long feminist rant. this is also super disrespectful to the FIRST ANIMATED MOVIE EVER, the people who worked on it, Walt Disney himself, and everyone who enjoyed or was inspired by it. You absolute fucking dickheads.

also can't believe i have to say this but if y'all use this as an excuse to be racist towards anyone in the cast i will hunt you down and put shoelaces in your lungs

[yoredoesmore]

hii can i pls ask for an argument with hoshina and how u fixed everything after jsnshsbshsbs 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

a/n: thank you for your request (´∀｀)♡ this took longer than it should have, I apologize ╥﹏╥

pairing: hoshina soshiro x fem!reader

summary: a small misunderstanding turns into a huge argument.

genre: romance/hurt & comfort/jealousy/fluff |

[wc: 1,6k]

enjoy!

Kiss and Make Up | Hoshina Soshiro

You were mad, beyond pissed even. Your heart was beating in irregular motions and the irritation practically oozed off your face. The tension laid thick in the air as you and your boyfriend continued to ignore each other, sitting in complete silence in front of the television.

So many thoughts roamed your head– insults, counter arguments and statements, yet you refused to give the man another second of attention.

He has truly done it now.

“I'was just another celebration with the squad, nuttin that big of a deal. You would have known if you had come.” Hoshina slurred his words as he dragged his drunk self through the hallway of your shared apartment and into the bedroom.

“Bet that Okonogi was there too, right? That smartass wannabe who always seems to be in desperate need of your help.”

“Oh pwease, you're overreacting. Okonogi is not like that so stop bein so annoying.”

That last statement had sealed his fate (and almost earned him a slap in the face). Before you knew it, the two of you fell into a fully blown out fight that lasted through the entire night. Insults were dropped, his hands pushed you and yours shoved him as well.

“Why are you acting like this all of a sudden?! It's honestly so irritating!” Hoshina yelled out.

“Your stupidity is more irritating! Maybe if you stop being so full of your fucking self all the time and start using that brain of yours, you would see the issue at hand!” You snapped back.

Fights were uncommon in your relationship but when the two of you fought it was messy and draining. But most importantly, they stung.

Even after the night had fallen and sunshine arose, the atmosphere in your apartment still laid thick in the air. Half the day had passed and neither of you said anything to each other, until the both of you ended up in the living room at the same time. He was busy taking care of the cats (who had run into the wide space) while you were already sitting there, reading your favorite novel.

At first silence kept the situation at bay, neither of you forced to interact with one another, until a phone call broke the tranquil atmosphere.

“Your work phone, huh.” You said, eyes remaining on the book as you flipped to the next page. “Wonder who that could be.”

Hoshina refrained himself from answering your remark and quickly picked up the call. Although he had turned the loud speaker function off, you were able to hear a female voice from the other side.

“Yeah of course I can help, no need to thank me.” He hung up.

“Let me guess, little damsel in distress needs your help again?”

“That's enough, Y/n.” Hoshinas voice cut sharp through the room, silencing you temporarily, before you spoke up again.

“Don't talk about Okonogi like that, alright? She is a good friend and your coworker. Ya being so unreasonable.”

“I am being unreasonable?? Oh, I'm sorry for getting upset when my boyfriend spends more time with his good friend than his partner!” The book was no longer of any importance to you. You had tossed it while standing up from your seated position.

“How long has this been going on now?? Every other day she asks you to hang out or do this together or she needs help here and there. Are you fucking kidding me??”

“Oh please, look at the way you're acting, it's ridiculous! We work in the same department so of course we spend a lot of time together!”

It felt like your words went right past his ear and vice versa. Both of you were now standing right across from one another, anger evident on both your faces. Even the tension grew in size, swallowing up the entire space and forcing your cats to run out.

You hated the surge of anger that rushed through your body. Feeling this way, jealous and annoyed when the man who normally solved all your problems was right in front of you, it pained you deeply. In moments like these, all you wanted to do was break down and hide away, preferably in his arms, but that was not an option right now.

“You sure that's the only reason you spend so much time together? Because it sounded different a couple weeks ago.”

“A couple..what are you talking about??” Hoshina asked, genuinely confused. You broke your gaze, looking at the ground in hopes that the pressure would disappear.

“At the bar..don't act like you don't remember!” And without allowing him to even respond, you dashed into your room and knocked the door shut behind you. Your boyfriend simply stood there, unsure of how to react to this sudden change of events. A long sigh escaped his lips as he followed you into the room.

“Y/n..”

“Leave me alone!” Your head was buried deep into the pillow (the one on Hoshina's side). Tears had made it out of your eyes and you desperately wanted to hide them.

“What exactly did I say at the bar..please tell me.” The regret in Hoshina's tender voice did not go unnoticed by you. It tugged on your heart and only caused the pain to increase. You truly hated seeing him like this.

“You..you said that you like smart women..” Repeating those words from weeks ago now made you feel stupid. “When Kafka asked you what your type was..you said that you prefer smart women and then you..proceeded to look at Okonogi! She was sitting right next to Kafka, so maybe you were looking at him instead, I don't know, I was just as drunk but still!”

Hoshina stood in front of the bed, disbelief holding him back from talking. He could barely remember the events of that night, only that it involved too much alcohol. But hearing you say those words, with tears in your eyes and a broken voice, it made your boyfriend feel like shit.

“But I was obviously talking about you, love, You are smart” He said as he placed himself next to you on the bed, hands rubbing your back. “Wait..is that why you didn't join us in yesterday's get together?”

You nodded hesitantly.

“I am not smart, not at all. I work as a damn secretary for the Kaiju Hunters while Okonogi is a skilled woman who runs analysis and she is the Operations Leader. And not to mention, she is so pretty too.”

Up until now, Hoshina did not know that you were harboring such emotions. Your sudden confession left his mind blank, it was as if he had temporarily lost all thoughts due to the shock. You on the other hand couldn't have felt more embarrassed.

You had no right to go after Okonogi like that and blame her for your insecurities. But when Hoshina spoke those words and afterwards looked at her, you just felt too heated.

Moments like these made you wonder, why Hoshina refused to leave you. Unlike the other women in his life, you were hotheaded and emotional, pushing and shoving when someone messed with your feelings instead of talking it out.

Little did you know, that this was exactly what Soshiro liked about you. He loved you for being hotheaded and a tease, but also sweet and caring during the right moments. You were the perfect match for him and nothing could convince him otherwise.

“Y/n, don't you ever say that about yourself ever again. You are my smart, beautiful hotheaded woman, the woman I love and cherish. Plus it takes hella brain to work as a secretary, especially for those jerks.” Soshiro placed his hands on your shoulders, pulling you back up into a seated position.

Your eyes were slightly puffy and a soft frown pulled on your lips.

“I'm sorry for not expressing myself clearly enough and for making it seem like I prefer Okonogi to you. You are the one I love and care about, I promise.”

“But..but I am so mean to everyone and to you as well, Soshiro.” Hoshina's words had touched your heart and caused the tears to resurface, even though they never truly left.

“Plus I get jealous way too easily and don't..I'm just too..” You hiccupped.

“Shh, there there. I don't wanna hear none of that, you hear me?” Your boyfriend wrapped one arm around your waist while the other patted your head. A soft kiss found its way on your cheek, drawing a pout from your lips.

“I'm sorry Soshiro, for being so irritating. You are a great friend and coworker to Okonogi and you are a true blessing for constantly helping her out. I shouldn't get jealous over that." Hoshina smiled and placed another kiss on your face, this time on your lips. It felt sweet and comforting, you wished it could have lasted forever.

“And I'm sorry for being so stupid.”

You pulled him into a tight hug, the sweet scent of his body filling your nose. The hug lasted quite long, as long as you both needed it to, and it patched up all the wounds that were still left open by the argument. As you pulled away, you gazed into each other's eyes, losing yourself temporarily.

“Lucky for you, I love my women slightly irritating.” He joked.

“And I like my men stupid.”

“Hey!”

The both of you laughed, the content of the argument already forgotten.

a/n: i know its not obvious at all but i was actually going for a hori x miyamura type of relationship

(͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (do we as a society still use this emoticon?)

i just love hori’s and miyamura's dynamic, they could never make me hate them! plus i wholeheartedly believe that Hoshina needs a partner who is more emotional/teasing than him so he can be sure that his attitude is handled ^^

[gyll-yee-haw]

Your age gap writings are so good! Can you write something where the reader is in her 20s in college and Jake protects her from hate from fans or maybe one of his friends is like 'She's way too young for you and she isnt famous or trying to be famous so why are you with her???' and Jake just shuts them down

Thank you so much, babyy <3

I've got a taste for men who are older, can't help it.... 😔

Warnings: age gap, misogyny (not from Jake obv), cockwarming, pool sex, size kink, oral (f), creampie, soft!dom Jake, daddy kink, so many pet names, a hint of innocence kink

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It was a hot summer day. You were outside by the pool, book open in front of you as the sun burned your skin. You were finally relaxing after an exhausting semester in college.

Poor Jake, though, couldn't join you. He had a lot of things to solve about upcoming projects... you weren't complaining, you were extremely proud. And why would you even complain? Most days he worked from home. He sat with his laptop at the kitchen table, which was separated from the pool area by a glass door, that allowed him to enjoy the view of you in a bikini, living your best life. Well, you earned it, college can be really rough.

More often than not, you would tease him. Like when he was taking an important call and your bikini top would accidentally fall off... or when you (also accidentally) made eye contact with him while enjoying your popsicle a little too much... and all that would lead to him delaying his work just a little bit.

But tomorrow would be different. A few people on his team would come over for a meeting. So you told him you would just hide in the bedroom until they were finished. He insisted that the meeting shouldn't stop you from enjoying your time however you liked, but you said you preferred it that way. Not only you wouldn't feel comfortable having foreigner eyes on you, but you also didn't want to embarrass Jake... you knew by the comments you've been reading the kind of things people called you. You didn't want to give anyone any evidence that you were irresponsible or bad for his career.

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So, by the time everyone arrived the next day, you were comfortably snuggling on your pillows, searching for something to watch on tv. Or some background noise for you to nap to.

Meanwhile, Jake was downstairs, discussing important things with his crew.

The meeting itself didn't take too long. But as everyone was saying goodbye, one of his oldest friends, who worked on his image's management asked him if it was okay for him to stay a little longer, so they could speak privately. Jake didn't mind and didn't think much of it... after all, they knew each other for a very long time, and would often talk about non-work related things.

"Hey, man." Jake greeted him as soon as the last person walked out. "Sit down, want something to drink?"

"No, I'm okay, I won't take too long, actually." The man replied in a very serious tone. "There's just something that a few of us been talking about and... we really didn't want to bring it up during the meeting, because it's quite delicate."

Jake's face fell. He had been so happy these last days... and the meeting was so successful, he didn't expect to have any trouble soon.

"Actually..." The man continued, as there was no response from Jake. "No one really wanted to bring it up, but... I'm your friend, am I not? I knew I had to."

"What's going on?" Jake asked, trying to get him to go straight to point, instead of explaining himself over and over again.

"It's about Y/N." He said at once. "Listen, man... I know you, I know you're in love and you're happy, but..."

"Hey, don't start." Jake felt his blood boil as he brought your name up. "I know what people say about her. But they don't know her. And neither do you."

"Jake, man..." he shook his head, hands on his waist as he tried get into Jake's head. "Come on, we all know how much shit starts with you don't know her, she's different..."

"Well, and you know that people on the internet are just waiting for opportunity to misinterpret something... at least you should know, since it's your job." Jake shrugged. "I mean... how many times did we have to deal with this?"

"Jake, I'm not talking as someone worried about your career. I know that these comments will die when they find someone else to cancel." He explained. "I'm talking as someone who's worried about you. You know how these girls are... maybe she finds a richer guy before the comments die, you know."

"Get out of my house." Jake closed his eyes and counted to ten, trying to keep his voice low.

"Come on, man..."

"Get the fuck out." He repeated. "If you leave right now, you're just fired. If I have to ask again, I'll make a few phone calls just to make sure you won't be getting another job anytime soon."

"You know what?" The man raised both hands in the air and chuckled. "You do whatever you want, I'm just trying to warn you..."

The look on Jake's face made him walk through the door without saying anything else.

Jake's body felt heavy and he allowed it to fall on the sofa. His heart ached. How could anyone talk about his princess that way? People didn't know how sweet and caring and kind you were. People didn't know how happy you made him.

"Fuck it." He rolled his eyes.

He was stressed and decided to take the rest of the day off. Take the day off to enjoy your company. You relaxed him like nothing else and nobody knew shit about you.

The eager manner he opened the bedroom door made you jump.

"Sorry, baby." He spoke as he climbed up the bed, resting his head on your chest. He left out a frustrated sigh.

"Oh no, what happened?" Your arms automatically wrapped around him. He looked exhausted.

"Just had to fucking fire someone." He replied, feeling his skin crawl. It made him even more angry to remember that asshole's words now, while he was being comforted by you. "Sexist piece of shit."

"Why?" Your eyes widened. He told you it would be a simple meeting... you would never expect things to end this way.

"I don't really wanna talk about it right now." He knew that if he told you, it would ruin your day. It would hurt your feelings, you would get insecure and maybe even feel a little guilty, which you absolutely didn't deserve. "But you could make me feel better, pretty princess."

Your face visibly lit up at the possibility. And that sparkle on your eyes made Jake regret not punching that guy on the face.

"Why don't you put your bikini on, darling?" He suggested. "Wanna spend the rest of the day by the pool with you, how does that sound?"

"Really?" You smiled at him, warming up his heart. "Just you and me, no work?"

"No work." He promised, returning your smile. "Hurry up, angel. I'll be downstairs waiting for you."

You didn't waste any time. You ran to the bathroom to put on your cutest bikini. One Jake himself bought you. You loved it when looking pretty for him could solve his problems. You felt so powerful.

When you were ready, you wrapped a towel around your body and went downstairs. From the kitchen, you could see him inside the pool. His hair was wet and the way he was breathing indicated he had swam a few laps already. You bit your lip. The roles were reversed at that moment. Now you were the one who was appreciating how the sun hit his wet skin so beautifully. His breathtaking body. God, no man your age looked like that.

But his beauty wasn't all that caught your eye. He also looked so stressed. And he tried to hide it as soon as he noticed you approaching the pool.

You tossed your towel on a chair and sat on the edge of the pool, feeling the water cover the lower half of your legs. He swan closer to you and placed his hands on your knees, which you took as sign to spread your legs. As soon as you did, he stood between them and cupped your cheeks with both hands, placing a sweet kiss on your nose.

You shivered as drops of cold water rolled down his fingers through your neck.

"I love you." He said, out of nowhere. "You make me so fucking happy."

"I love you too." You smiled, placing your hands on top of his, still on your face.

His hands went to your waist and he caught how your body reacted, letting out a laugh.

"What? Water is so cold..." you felt relieved by seeing him laugh.

"It kinda is." He admitted, and you knew that look in his eyes. He had an idea. "Why don't you come here and keep me warm, huh?"

"Alright, but give me a minute." You took a deep breath.

"Take your time, baby, I'm yours all day today." He leaned down, spreading your legs a bit more so he could place little kisses on the inside of your thighs, dangerously close to what your bikinis barely covered. "In fact, I'm yours all the time. Everyday. Even when I'm not here, you're all I think about."

"Yeah?" You bit your lip, bringing your hand to the back of his head, grabbing his hair very gently.

"I do." He continued his trail of kisses as he wanted to make sure not an inch of your thighs wouldn't feel loved. "If I could have my mouth on you all day I would, princess. For the rest of my life..."

He grabbed your thighs, making you move foward a bit. Then he used two fingers to pull your bikini panties to the side before getting his tongue on you. He licked your folds up and down slowly, like he was trying to discover what you tasted like. Like he didn't have you for breakfast that very morning. And the way his tongue began to work afterwards, hungrily, in and out of your hole, indicated he liked it very much.

He used his other hand to finger you, one finger in and out slowly, until he felt he could accommodate two, and as your moans got louder, he began curling them inside of you, all while he licked and sucked on your clit with passion.

Your hips bucked against his face and you pulled his hair, trying not to fall inside the pool, since you were dangerously close to the edge.

"Jake!" you gasped loudly. "Gonna cum, gonna cum..."

His mouth was working too hard on your clit and no force in the universe could make him stop at that moment, so he wasn't really able to reply, but you took that as a sign that he really wanted you to. And you did. You screamed his name, pulling his hair hard enough to make him moan against your core. When you were finished, you had to push him away, cause he didn't want to stop.

"Please... it hurts, too sensitive..." you begged.

He separated his mouth from you, wearing an unbearably gorgeous grin. Then he removed his fingers, immediately sucking them clean.

"Taste so fucking good, baby, can't help it, want more..."

"Fuck, Jake, I..."

"It's okay, princess. Won't you join me?" He helped you fix your bikini as if nothing had happened.

"I will, turn around."

He immediately understood what you meant. He turned his back to you and you hopped on it like a koala, gasping as you felt the water involving your whole body, arms and legs wrapping tighter around Jake's body.

"Easy, baby, you'll get used to it." He chuckled, moving around the pool with you in his back.

He was right, soon enough you felt your body relax against his.

"See, I'm keeping you warm." You said, kissing his shoulder.

"Oh, sweet girl..." he laughed. "That's not what I meant."

Your eyes widened at the realization. "Oh... I'm sorry, I'm so stupid."

"You're not stupid. You're my sweet, innocent little girl, aren't you?" He comforted you.

"I guess..." you felt your face grow warmer.

You untangled yourself from him, feet touching the floor. He turned around to face you.

"You're so pretty." He murmured, touching your face softly.

"Wanted to look pretty for you." You smirked. "Make you forget all your worries."

"You did it." His hand wrapped softly around your neck. "You're such a good girl for it."

"Hmm..." you started feeling him through his swimming shorts. "You're so hard."

"Yes, pretty girl. You did this." He brought his lips to yours, brushing softly as you reached inside his shorts.

His hands went to your hips and he kissed you to distract you from the fact he was getting rid of your bikini panties, then threw them somewhere outside the pool, keeping an eye contact that was enough to make you clench around nothing. He pulled his shorts down just enough to free his cock.

"Ready, baby?" He asked sweetly and you nodded. "Don't move, okay? Stay very still and relax."

You wrapped your legs around him and he entered you slowly. When he was all the way in, he stopped everything, just held you tightly.

"Just wanna relax with my pretty girl today." He said, giving your forehead a kiss. "Cock buried deep inside her, where it belongs."

It was the way he spoke the dirtiest things in the sweetest tone that always drove you crazy. That made you wanna bounce on his cock like no tomorrow. That made you moan under your breath, but he always, always heard you.

"What's wrong, princess?" He mocked.

"You're so fucking hot..." you almost cried as you watched him lift your bikini top and pinch your nipples.

"So cockdrunk and I didn't even fuck you properly." He kept playing with your tits.

"Please..." you whined.

"Y/N, it hasn't been 5 minutes." He kissed your neck. "Be patient, I thought you were a good girl... I just need a break, can't you see that?"

"I'm sorry." You moaned. "But... but you can take a break, and maybe I could move, just me?"

"Come on, you can do better than that." He laughed at how incoherent you sounded. "I know you know how to beg, baby. Just say the words, you have to be more clear."

He pinched your nipples again as he saw you hesitate.

"Jake, fuck!" You moaned in pain, feeling your pussy squeeze him. "Let me sit on your cock, PLEASE. I will be good, I promise..."

"That's better." He removed himself from you, earning protests. "Calm down, baby, I'm gonna do what you asked, unless you wanna be a brat..."

You bit your lip, to keep quiet.

He fixed his shorts and got out of the pool, signaling with his hand for you to follow him, and you did, like an obedient puppy obsessed with it's owner.

He sat on a chair, beside the pool, legs spread, waiting for you. You had to take a moment to appreciate his body again. His hairy chest, with a matching beard. He was so big... his thighs, his posture so masculine. The way he looked so intimidating, but was the softest when it came to you... he was perfect.

Soon enough you were standing between his legs. He kept eye contact with you as he got rid of your bikini top, directing his mouth to your tits as he grabbed your ass with both hands, hard enough to leave a mark.

"You're so fucking gorgeous." His voice was filled with lust as he spoke. "Gonna be a good girl and sit on my cock now?"

"Yes, fucking love your cock..." you agreed, feeling dumb as you saw it throb when he pulled it out of his pants.

"You're such a dirty girl, saying things like that... I mean, I know you love my cock, but jesus..." he mocked you with a smirk, helping your straddle him.

"Don't like it when I talk dirty, daddy?" You asked innocently.

"Fucking love it, baby, can't you see my cock throbbing? Come on, angel, make daddy cum like you promised, be good to me..."

He didn't even finish his words before you managed to get it inside of you, moaning at how good he stretched you.

You started moving up and down at a nice pace, knowing both of you were just too horny for games. Knowing that you only had the illusion of being on control because you were on top... but he could make you regret the smallest teasing.

"Fuck..." he moaned both at your movements and the sight of your tits boucing.

One of his hands cupped one of your breasts as the other one went to your hip, a sign that he wanted it harder. And you gave it to him harder.

"You're so good to me, such a pretty baby... you're gonna make me cum."

"Need you to!" You already looked and sounded like a mess, boucing on his cock as fast as you could, feeling your pussy start to squeeze him. "Need to you to cum inside, daddy..."

"Of course, baby, you deserve it, yeah?" Both his hands were now on your hips, handling you like a doll. "All of daddy's cum belongs to this pretty pussy..."

You cried out as you came again. So much harder. And he just kept thrusting hard, his thighs hitting your ass made a sound so loud you could barely hear him.

And then he came too, as deep as he could. He rested on the chair, breathing heavily and you collapsed on his chest. A few minutes of the most absolutely perfect peace he felt in days filled the air, and he breathed it in.

Not even your whines and protests when he pulled out could interrupt it, he just chuckled.

"Shhh it's okay, little one." He said sweetly. "Just wanna take care of my princess."

You accepted, feeling safe as he wrapped a towel around your body and stood up with you still in his arms. He carried you bridal style to the bedroom.

"Waaait! No!" You laughed as he tried to put you down on the bed. "We're still wet!"

"That doesn't matter, we'll change the sheets afterwards, come on..." he rolled his eyes. "Just wanna look at you for a second."

"You've been looking at me a lot these days..." you mocked him. "Watching me through that glass door, I see you pretending to work..."

"It's just hard to believe you're mine." He admited, intertwining his fingers with yours. "I'm afraid you'll disappear if I look away."

"That's right, I'm yours... and I'm not going anywhere." You promised, placing a soft kiss on his lips. "I love you, Jake."

You had no idea how much he needed to hear that. Of course he knew it, but having moments like this, so intimate, even more than the sex they just had, gave him strength to face all the bullshit people said about you and him. Cause in the end, this is what he was coming home to. He felt safe.

"I love you so much, my princess."

[jones7thavenue]

I'm going to read You by Caroline Kepnes on the sound recorder, but, first, sleep.

[heytheredelulu]

I literally never write anything that’s not smut so-

Imagine Bucky wakes up from a nightmare and begins to have a panic attack so you walk him through the grounding method.

Let’s try our hand at angst with a bit of fluff at the end.

Five Senses

Bucky Barnes x Reader

"Baby, I need you to hear my voice. You're safe. Wake up."

Bucky sits upright, his eyes darting about in a panic as looks at you with a fearful and puzzled expression before he registers that he’s no longer asleep.

"Fuck, I’m sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you." He breathes out, tears beginning to form on his lower lashes.

"Hey, it’s okay." You whisper, reaching to take his trembling hands.

Bucky nods, though his breathing becomes heavy and labored, as if he can't get enough air.

"Jesus... I-I..." He stammers, pulling his hands free from yours and clutching his bare chest.

You place steady hands on each side of his face and bring your eyes level with his "Look at me. Five things? Okay? My eyes. Something you can see."

Bucky snaps his eyes up to meet yours, his chest rising and falling erratically. He grunts in acknowledgment and musters a nod, understanding that you are trying to work him through his panic attack with the method he learned in therapy.

"Your eyes." He says, his own wide and anxious as he looks around the room, searching for something to use as his next answer but he seems to be struggling.

“The alarm clock.” You say softly, nodding towards the analog numbers reading ‘3:47’ illuminated on the nightstand. He swallows and lets out a slow breath.

His nostrils flare as he inhales slowly and his eyes flit about the room.

"Something you can touch." You remind him, lifting his hand and bringing it up to cup your cheek.

His eyes flicker with realization and he gently brushes his thumb across your skin.

"Your face." He says, savoring the warmth of your skin against his calloused palm. He seems more in the present now as he brushes your hair back from your forehead. “Your hair.” He’s silent for a moment before dropping his hands to his sides and fisting the sheets. “The sheets.” He slides his flesh hand along the fabric up towards the pillow and runs his hand along it, then taps a finger gently against your book discarded beside it. “The pillow. Your book.” He whispers.

His eyes slip shut as he moves to the next sense. "Something I can hear.”

"My voice." You say softly "I'm right here with you, baby."

Bucky nods his head and opens his eyes, quiet as he listens, his ears perking up at the faint ticking of the clock from the hallway. “The clock.” He pauses. “The damn faucet.” He mumbles, the slow and steady drip of the bathroom faucet audible in the silence.

“You said you’d fix that.” You whisper with an air of playfulness which earns an eyeroll and a slow head shake from Bucky as he bites back a laugh, beginning to visibly relax.

"Something I can smell." He leans in and rests his cheek against your temple, deeply inhaling your scent.

“Your shampoo. Coconut.” He says quietly before tracing his nose down your jaw and pressing his lips to the crook of your neck. “Your lotion. Vanilla.” He whispers against your skin.

"That's right." You place a gentle finger under his chin and tilt his head up to look at you. "And what's next? What's the last thing?"

He chuckles softly, his heart beat steady and his mind now temporarily at ease.

"Something I can taste."

He leans in and kisses you deeply, his lips moving slowly against yours, taking his time and savoring the taste of you on his tongue. When he finally breaks the kiss, he gently brings his large hands up to frame your face and smiles against your mouth.

"You."

A/N: I am absolutely not in any way romanticizing PTSD, anxiety or trauma- This has just been living in my head and I needed to give it life.

[madamealys]

Imagine Aemond seduces you.

(+21)

***

You and Aemond are friends for a very long time. In fact, you know him since the day you were admitted to Princess Helaena’s retinue. At first you and him didn’t see eye to eye—both of you were shy and silly, as most toddlers are. Then something started to change… whatever that was neither of you can tell even to this day, but it is probably that books have something to do with it. After all, both of you always liked to read.

As years begin to pass and you and him start to grow, affinities flow and now here you are. You’ve become his trusted friend, probably the only one worthy of such a privilege. Specially because you tended him when he needed the most—that day where he lost an eye certainly played its part.

But now… as your curves become more visible and reinforced by the gowns you wear, as you gladly share dances with Princess Helaena, Aemond has come to realize that he doesn’t like when you are the center of others attention.

Oh no. He wants to keep you to himself.

Possessive by nature, he cannot conceive losing the only one he trusts to a stranger—that he’s heard his mother already planning to marry you off has annoyed him and he doesn’t know how to deal with it.

Then… then maybe an idea, a selfish idea comes to his mind. If he ruins you, then no one else will want you… thus you’ll be his to keep. What he doesn’t know is that this game may be deadlier than he knows.

For you too have been noticing what a handsome prince he’s become, how strong he is, every inch a desirable match. But due to your position, regardless of the nobility running in your veins, are you a proper match for a royal liege? To shut these unwelcoming thoughts, you opt to live far from this reality. So you flee to your books.

*

It is in the gardens that he finds you. Reading in that secretive spot that only he knows, little surprises him that you are there. Aemond stops for a moment to admire your heart shaped face, with so angelical and delicate features that earns the epithet of innocent.

The mere idea of corrupting you, kissing your red-ish lips and running his hands over your breasts and your womanhood already make him feel warm inside. He’s always wondered what’s like to have you crying out his name… and to think he fucked a whore the other day thinking of you is almost blasphemy.

You are lying down in the grass, believing to be unseen. Today you’ve picked a book that rather writes in improper details the ways a knight treats his damsel.

And then his hand runs over her waist, fingertips grabbing every piece of skin, moving to cup those firm, loose, round breasts that…

“What are you reading there?”, Aemond’s voice comes out as a whisper, and he’s very amused by how startled you are.

“N-Nothing”, you are quickly to sit and hide the book.

Aemond is now sitting at your side and you’ve noticed suddenly that his shirt is partly open. You blush before looking away. He’s so close to you now that you can smell his scent and something about this proximity makes you wet.

And yet you are forced to repress your desires. Again.

“Aemond, don’t”, you snap at him for trying to get your book.

“Come now, you have nothing to hide from me”, and here he flashes you a seductively smirk when holding your gaze. “We have no secrets, do we?”

Seeing how crimson your face is, Aemond is now assured of his influence over you. In a moment of weakness he thus grabs the book and when opening the page you’ve been reading, he quickly raises his eyebrows.

“My Gods, Y/Nickname. And here I thought you were such a holy creature”, now he’s sitting closer to you like a snake surrounding its prey. “What has come to awaken you such sinful thoughts?”

“You cannot accuse me of it when you have been fucking whores, Aemond”, you know you cannot hold your tongue longer and the unexpected sincerity makes the prince smile genuinely at you.

“Y/N….”, and gently he makes you look at him, his longer fingers holding your chin as he gazes very indecently at you. “I fuck them thinking of you. For I could not conceive the mere idea of being worthy to your affections.”

You freeze before the confession and whilst you are chewing its meaning, Aemond starts to kiss your neck slowly and softly all the whilst his hand slips to your waist.

You shiver, unsure what to do. You tilt your head to the right unconsciously, then when looking for his eyes, you say:

“I am unworthy of you, my prince. But you know I’ve always been attached to you. Such attachment has grown to…”

You leave a moan out of your lips when he bites your neck gently, and you find yourself in the very happy spot of the protagonist of the book you’ve been reading.

“I am ruining you”, he warns you in his husky voice, as his right hand begins to pass over your breast and then quickly going to the skirts of your gown,lifting it so he caresses it over your thighs. “Do you understand me? You will be…”

And his voice is cut by the moment you turn your head and kiss his lips. The clash of it dissolves every tension at last and makes his domineering presence almost irrelevant by yours when you took the courage to pursuit his lips.

Tongues now mix together, pairing perfectly and intently, until that is his finger finds way to your core.

“Aemond”, you moan out his name the way he wants you to.

“Sopping aren’t you?” He hisses at your ear, making you aroused as he pumps his finger inside of you. “Dripping wet. Scandalously horny for me.”

When were limits crossed? When innocence was so swiftly corrupted? You have no answer for this question and you find no resistance to be pulled from his embrace.

Yet it is so tender to experience his touch, to be under his skillful fingers.

“My little wench”, he groans against your ear, biting your earlobe, pleased to detect in you the exact reaction he’s been dreaming. “Mine and mine alone.”

You throw your neck back against his shoulder, digging your fingers to his thighs as you spread your legs further.

“Oh Gods! Aemond!”, you cry out loud, wishing he could just take you there.

And he sees in you, the moment your eyes meet and your gazes lock, how reciprocal is this lust, this desire, fueled by something deeper. Aemond wraps his free hand around your neck, going faster in his pull-in-and-out finger, twirling it around your clitoris and before you know when you’re about to scream, levitating your heavy legs, he kisses you passionately.

Though he burns with you, his manhood dripping wet in his pants; though he moans with you, feeling your juices, Aemond is patient.

“Trapped you are in my nest, princess”, says he, so seductively that you pout.

Aemond smiles and when the heat cools down, you dare to break any barrier… You kiss him slowly and he is surprised to read in it the deepest longing of his heart which is to love you the way a wife deserves to be loved by her husband.

However, the wayward prince is not ready yet to profess his feelings.

*

You try to act in a nonchalant manner when, days after he fingered you just as he explored your naughty sentiments towards him, you don’t spot him at the court anymore.

You dance and smile because it is best to play the rules of court than being so open about it, as you’ve been instructed by dear Helaena. But it is so difficult.

So damn difficult.

Tonight you are in your private chambers, which are sided with Princess Helaena’s. You are wearing only a line nightgown and you are warm, too warm in fact.

Just as you toss away the blankets and begin to stroke yourself, your nipples unbearably hard at the thought of your mischievous prince, a knock on the door scares you out.

Blushing, you are about to leave your bed when y the door opens. You fear for yourself but the candle lights the unexpected visitor. It’s Aemond.

“For the love of Gods! Why coming out in this wolf hour, Aemond?”

“I see you are angry at me for disappearing”, he muses it rather amused, much to your consternation.

Aemond steps forward and what he sees making him ache for you. He spots these full large breasts underneath the line nightgown and how it shows your well shaped legs.

Fuck.

But he keeps composed.

“Apologies, dove. I’ve been busy.”

You fold your arms, not minding how a breast slipped out of your lose nightgown as you do so.

“Busy? Busy doing what? Chasing after your whore?”, and suddenly you are angry and far from sleepy.

“I quit with it”, he whispers under his breath, gently leaning his body over yours, his slender fingers running over your thighs.

“Please”, you try to flee out of his touch, but his firm grip prevents you to. “Aemond…”

“My sweet Y/Nickname…”, he whimpers so sensually that you find yourself aroused. “Come here. Don’t play coy with me.”

“I don’t play… coy with you…”, you speak in short breath as he starts to remove your nightgown and knocking your pride so easily. “Aemond!”

“Yes?”, the prince bites down your lip, eyes locked still as he places his hands over your shoulders, going down to your breasts. “So good to me. My lady.”

You moan so hotly that Aemond struggles to keep himself under control. Eyeing you like a hunter about to capture his prey, his slender fingers take time in cupping each breast, caressing it slowly, playing with your nipples until they harden under his touch.

You throw your head back, spreading your legs almost unconsciously as you are invaded by a lascivious sentiment too strong to be repulsed. Aemond side smirks as you subdue to him easily, the way he’s always wanted.

“Aemond”, you moan his name out like the devoted mistress you are, eyeing now at him with utmost desire. “Aemond…”

You’d gladly explore his body had you known how, so almost moved by instinct your hands go to his chest and slowly go down his belly and…

“No. Not now”, he whispers, stopping you right there even if he has an erection. “Wait.”

And then he lies you down, moving his body to match with yours. He lifts his nightgown and you feel the tip of his erection so close to your entrance. Aemond smirks as you rub your womanhood against his, desperately needing him, forgetting every moral as he overpowers you.

“My lady is in need, uh?”, the prince bites down your bottom lip before kissing your jawline and going to neck. As he leaves traces of kisses in your skin, he begins to mumble very dirty words that make you shiver.

When his tongue finally gets to the tip of your nipple, you moan loud in desperation.

“Aemond, this is torture!”

“Torture is, my dear, to be daily tempted by your presence and never be able to fully enjoy you”, then he turns his head only to capture your gaze. “I fucked a whore because I wasn’t certain of how you felt for me.”

As a response, you grind against him. Aemond smirks.

“Possessive now are we?”

“Aemond Targaryen, don’t you dare.”

“I have not finished with you yet”, and here he slides a hand to your core, groaning as he feels your inner walls so soaked. “No other woman possesses your virtues nor shares your vices. No body is a temple like yours is, and fuck… I want to fuck you so good. I shall never let any other man to owe you.”

And as you roll your eyes, he finally does what he’s dreamed of doing: sucking your nipples. It is when desperation has turned this private room dangerously loud.

How can it be when his tongue so eagerly pursuits each hard nipple, biting it gently all the whilst his fingers fuck you nice and… fast? Aemond smiles as you enjoy this sinful pleasure, and though he wants to make you as naughty as he is, he needs still to do something first.

His lips move now to your belly and, still not letting go of his fingers inside of you, his eyes are now looking for yours. The transformation is almost complete. And you know you are ruined.

But it doesn’t feel any wrong. On the contrary, you realize this is better than your wildest dreams.

One sweet smirk of his is enough. Aemond has you. Aemond possesses you.

And when his tongue runs to your clit… you are damned. He buries his mouth to your womanhood, eating you out like no other—if yet you’d dare to draw any comparison. No other man has been the center of your desires and lusts. No one but him.

His thirsty mouth drinks your juices as his hands slap your bum and dig their fingers right to your skin. And you ride his face, wet and horny, belly completely out in the air if yet it is possible to say so.

You bury your nails in the sheets, legs beginning to levitate. You burn, your chest is heavy, your belly is with butterflies. You try to shut your moans, but something inside you wills to break free, wills to be let go.

And so suddenly you arch your back and you pull a pillow to cover your face all the whilst Aemond holds your legs and drinks a river pouring to his mouth as you shake not once, but possibly thrice.

Only then he lifts and removes the pillow out of your head.

“Aemond…”, you don’t mind rules, you want him, you pull him for a kiss, tasting yourself in the process.

“Fuck”, he groans.

The kiss is slow and with different tons that Aemond knows he should part. Reluctantly as it may. But when he does so, when darkness embraces the emptiness provoked by a sudden separation, he knows not that you are planning to get in his trap.

***

It is afternoon and the castle is empty. At least only partly since the prince has been tasked in guarding it on behalf of the king. These are trying times and tensions are managing to keep Aemond separated of you. But this is the opportunity for you to ascend once for all and reclaim him for you.

Dressed in a very tight and sensuous green gown, your hair is let loose in two separated braids. Aemond has noticed how you’ve been turning many men’s heads which only fuels his jealousy. So he retires earlier to the office, where he can discount his frustration at work.

But what is he surprised when seeing you are already there? And dressed in such a way that he’s automatically aroused.

“Y/N.” His voice comes out colder than intended.

“Aemond”, you walk to his direction. “You fucked me in many ways and now am I nothing but a dust memory? Do you think I am Alys Rivers?”

He at least has the decency to blush. Leaning against the table he cannot look at you for a moment.

“So you’ve heard.”

“Indeed”, and you stop right in front of him. “Is this some kind of joke?”

“Y/Nickname…”, he sighs, when looking at you, seeing a little too late where this is going. “I could never play with you.”

“I am too proud to be messed with. So…”, and here you start to touch him. Aemond is surprised, gasping as you unlace his pants and pull out his hardened manhood, feigning a confidence that he knows you lack. “What is going to be?”

Aemond is also aware that you are his weakness. He cannot look away of your breasts and not remember the night he suck each nipple and the sounds you made. He cannot forget the taste of your pussy. And he cannot fight the urge of being pleasured by you.

As you stroke his cock up and down, Aemond realizes he’s been trapped.

“Y/N…”, he moans.

To his frustration, you stop.

“What?”

“It’s me or her.”

Aemond blushes again. He didn’t count on your bluntness. But he doesn’t need to think too much either.

“You. My little wench.”

It’s when he’s surprised again by you. He didn’t count on how naughty you’ve been this entire time. He corrupted you, and the thought in fact pleases him.

So you stroke him good before sliding to your knees.

“Fuck me”, you smirk at him. “I know you want this.”

“So good to me…”

And dominant as he is, Aemond now regains the room. He lets his pants being completely pulled out before sliding his cock right to your mouth. And the sensation is so good. He holds your hair and caresses your face as you engulf his large length. Aemond guides you, but you are so naturally good that he sometimes forgets himself.

“My Lords”, he groans. “Fuck! Ah! Fuck me, Y/N! Yes, my lady! So good to me! So naughty, my little whore!”

All these dirty names make you wet and when your eyes meet, when he pulls your hair firmly , when his length reaches your throat and defies your self control, both of you know nothing ever will be the same.

It’s so good to feel his power, you want to be fucked, you want to be ruined, but so far… all you have is… his seed.

And thankfully it is well spent for a few minutes later, you two are almost caught by a very distressed Queen Alicent.

*

Aemond marries you following the old rites of Ancient Valyria. It is only then you are finally deflowered.

To feel his cock straightening inside you before pumping almost to your uterus is too good to be true.

“My beautiful wife”, he whispers in your ear, holding you near as he fucks you nice and slow. “Finally mine to claim.”

“Finally yours to belong.”

With legs now wrapped around his waist, you instigate him to go further. Now holding his face whilst two bodies tangle as one, you know this couldn’t be different.

As each smiles, a soul recognizes the other.

“My very half”, you whisper in between moans as you kiss. “I love you.”

“And I love you, my lady Targaryen. Mine own lady wife.”

[hungarianshinobi]

Red flag? I'm colorblind - Fushiguro Toji x F!Reader

Summary:

Fushiguro Toji. Many red flags surround this man whom from any girl who is smart enough would run away, but not (l/n) (y/n).

She's a naive young woman who never had a boyfriend before, and she is willing to do anything and everything for him even though her best friend warned her countless times to stay away from him. But she doesn't listen, because she just wants to live her life. A life full of crimes and danger because of him... A life full of sin and lust.

"Now be a good girl and sit in my lap, baby."

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Read the story to find out more!

•Credit for cover fanart: xtevebanto on instagram•

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🔞⚠️DISCLAIMER⚠️🔞

• For mature audiences only! This story will contain bad language, VERY detailed mature themes, such as smuts. If you are a minor, I suggest you to don't even start this story. If you do, then remember that I warned you...

• I do not own the anime/manga, nor the characters from it.

• I only own the storyline and a few ocs here and there throughnout the story.

‼️⚠️⚠️⚠️10 YEARS AGE GAP⚠️⚠️⚠️‼️

Story stared: 01.02.2023.

Story ended: Still ongoing~

-Hungarian Shinobi

DISCLAIMER (MUST READ!!)

This short disclaimer is as important as the story will be itself, so please don't skip, read!

The most important thing:

NO MINORS! Or at least no minors who are not mature enough for such explicit content I am going to write in this story. So if you are under at least 18, read at your own risk! I'm not a sensitive, merciful person when it comes to mature content! So seriously if you are uncomfortable with themes like very detailed smuts/lemons, violence, kissing or whatsoever I suggest you to leave right now... And don't blame me if you've read further. I don't take responsibility for losing your innocence (if it still exists) Always remember that I warned you ✌️

Okay, let's start...

As in my other stories, I would like to thank you for clicking on my book and giving it a chance! It really means a lot to me ❤️

What I give in exchange for clicking on my story is nice adventure! Something that my crazy mind created...

Those who have read any of my other stories know what kind of writing style I have, but for those who are new, I'm going to tell a few things:

• I usually write 2000 words per chapter. However there are times when I make it a bit longer if there is a lot happening according to the plot. I think 2000 words for a chapter is the most comfortable to both write and read.

• I am a merciless person when it comes to cliffhangers so bear with me. But also I am quite a fast updater so perhaps you wouldn't want to murder me after every single chapter. Haha 😅 I always update as much as I can and as much as my free time lets me, but there are times when I'm so into writing that I might publish two, three or four new chapters in a week. It depends on my free time as I said.

• Speaking of which... Yes I do write in my free time just like most of the fellow fanfiction writers here. I have a life, a family with two kids, so please be patient and don't ask for an update when I just updated. Many readers begun to annoy me with messages and comments to update like ImMEdIAteLy. If you do that, you will earn a muting badge from me so you won't be able to comment anymore. 😘 (Of course badly waiting for it is something else, but I'm not going to force myself to write if I don't have time or if I'm not in the mood)

• I LOVE drama, fluff, angst and dirty minded scenarios. I honestly live for these kind of themes so prepare for an absolutely nice adventure if you are as rotten as me when it comes to mature content ✨

• Yes the story will contain smut. (How could I not include any in it ತ‿ʖತ) I know that somewhere deep you all seek for quality smuts just like me... That's why that those chapters will definitely be longer than my usual 2000 words. Yes you read it right 😌 if you don't believe me, peek into one of my latest stories for proof.

• I won't always put a warning before the chapters, because sometimes I forget about it. Oh and be sure to get the whole world's holy water for yourself. (Honestly I think it's going to be useless. We are all going to rot in hell for liking these kind of books but if all the hot 2d men are waiting for us there who cares 🤷‍♀️)

• Also I am very cruel because I try to describe feelings as detailed as possible. This is both true to happy and sad feelings. Make sure to always have ice cream in your freezer. If you don't have any, come back here, I am giving them away for free. Extra popcorn is free as well. Choose to your liking: 🍧🍨🍦, 🍿🍿

• I do love plot twists and make my readers confused or fool them with these twists so be prepared 😈 not a joke!

• There will be an age gap between (y/n) and our daddy Fushiguro Toji, so reader will be in her 20s while Toji will be in his early 30s.

• This is just a fanfiction whereas anything can be possible and I am the boss. So don't take it personal or too seriously. Why not play with imagination? 👀

Things I appreciate:

💟 I love any kinds of feedback. Let it be comments, votes or messages. It makes me want to write more and update more frequently to satisfy your needs. So if you have anything to say, feel free to do it! I always appreciate it! (No nugging about new updates please...)

💟 If you have any fantasies in your mind you want to see throughnout the story tell me! There are no limits. (If you knew how dirty my mind is you would run away I swear)

A few more things that are important:

° My first language is not English so I apologize for any kind of grammar mistakes, I try my best. (Typos don't count)

° I'm not going to follow the anime's, manga's timeline since this is a fanfiction, I mean, there will be a few things included to bring life to my book and be close to the world and the characters from Jujutsu kaisen, but this is a fanfiction where I am the boss 😎

° You may also find me on Archive of our own (Ao3) and Wattpad

https://archiveofourown.org/users/HungarianShinobi

° I do not own the anime/manga, nor the characters. They all belong to the dear creator, Gege Akutami.

° This fanfiction was created for fun.

° I do not own any of the pictures and fanarts I put inside the story unless I say so.

° I only own the storyline and a few ocs here and there throughnout the story.

Red flag? ~I'm colorblind~ | Fushiguro Toji x F!Reader +18

Written by: Hungarian Shinobi

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Other my hero academia stories:

Overhaul x Reader stories:

FORBIDDEN- An alternative universe where Overhaul is not a yakuza. He's a doctor. He's married and y/n has a huge crush on him for a long time. No spoilers! (Completed)

From haters to lovers- Going mostly by the anime's timeline. The title says it all. Spoiler alert! (Completed)

Dabi x Reader stories:

-When I was your man- Y/n works as a prostitute. The story is about how Dabi wants to get her back because they broke up. Also it tells their story of their meeting and progress. (Completed) Spoilers about the truth of Dabi!

-Our Destiny- High spoiler alert! If you haven't read the manga or don't know the truth about Dabi and don't want to get it spoiled, don't read! Y/n and him know each other since childhood. Toxic relationship. (Completed)

Demon slayer stories:

Uzui Tengen x Reader - His Princess: A story in which (y/n) is part of the Rengoku family. Tengen is a teasing, flirtatious bastard and she wants to avoid to fall for his charm. But of course she fails eventually... (Completed)

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader - F#cking professor Rengoku: Teacher x student relationship, with plot of course. The title says it all. (Completed)

Reliving the past - Kokushibo x Reader: manga spoilers about Kokushibo!! (Ongoing)

Hunter x Hunter:

Chrollo Lucilfer x Reader - The Devil's Angel:

Jujutsu kaisen stories:

Ryomen Sukuna x F!Reader - His favourite Obsession (Ongoing)

And obviously this one:

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Chapter 1:

Author's note: if you haven't read the Disclaimer, kindly go back and do. According to the story it's important! Thank you!

(y/n)'s POV:

"Are you sure about this, honey?" My mom asked me, concerned or rather worried about the plan I am about to implement. Moving out from this small village and go live in the capital of Japan that is.

I smiled back at her. "Yes. My best friend is going to be in the town as well. I will be fine, don't worry."

Tears begun to form in her eyes and small, soft hands cupped both sides of my cheek. My mom was the only person in my life next to my best friend who wanted the best for me. Even if it hurt her to let me go. But I was an adult and this village can't provide the life I want for myself. And I can't stay with her forever.

My dad? He left us when I was a kid. He met a younger woman than my mom, 'fell in love' and one day, he was gone.

My mom tried to cover her sadness by smiling all the time. During nights I heard her crying her heart out countless times however for a very long time.

She was so in love with my father, but due to pregnancy she gained a bit of weight which she couldn't get rid of no matter what diet she did, or what sport she tried to make a progress. Because of that, I heard my parents arguing quite often. My dad even yelled into her face that she is disgusting and he cannot bring himself to touch her anymore.

Many ugly words, humiliating, yet my mom's heart still belonged to him. Till this day, she couldn't move on. She didn't tell me, but I knew it.

Ever since my dad left, he never showed up again, not that he ever cared for me or paid attention to me. It was never him, rather my loving and caring mother. Though I don't remember him too much.

I felt blessed for having her in my life... really...

I've been raised within poor conditions. My mom could barely pay for rent in the first few months after we were left behind. She took multiple jobs to provide for me, cooked my favourite meals when she had the chance even if she barely had money for it, baked a cake for my birthday every year but most of all...

...gave all her love to me. She was the best mom in the world I could ever wish for.

"You know I will always be worried for you even though you became such a beautiful, grown woman. You will always be my sweet little girl." She blinked, tears streaming down her face.

"I know... I am prepared. I didn't learn for so long without a reason." I reassured her, grabbing her hands in mine.

She nodded. We talked about this for a very long time yet it's painful to let go of each other.

"Remember to call me once you arrived, okay?" She requested, pulling me in for one last hug before helping me get on the train which is soon going to depart.

I took my ticket out of my pocket to take a look at my seat number. Once I found it I grabbed my suitcase and after a few minutes of struggle I managed to put it on the luggage rack above my head. Then I sat down, looking out the window to search for my mom.

We waved for each other until she was out of my sight, my smile fading away soon, causing me to sigh. I knew I always wanted this, but it still made me sad. The thought that I won't see her every single day as I did until now will be strange and unusual. There's no other choice but to get used to it. We will keep in contact though.

"Tickets please." The conductor showed up out of nowhere. Or perhaps I was too deep in my thoughts to notice him.

Nevertheless I gave him my ticket, which he checked, eventually giving it back to me. "Thank you." I said.

"Have a nice trip miss." Then he left, leaving me alone.

There were still a few people walking by, searching for their seats, some of them even arguing about who would sit next to the window.

Since my journey is going to be quite long, I brought a book with myself to read and pass time. Taking it out of my bag I stopped midway, because a group of young men entered the wagon.

They were speaking and laughing loudly in a disturbing way. They didn't care about anyone or anything. Typical troublemakers.

"Man, where's our fucking seat? We walked through the entire shitty train." One of them complained.

"I don't know dude. Look, number 73... 74... It should be here." The other replied.

I avoided eye contact with them as much as possible, rather pretending to be busy. I was praying internally, hoping their seat is not next to mine. But there's three of them, and there's one empty seat beside me, two other on the opposing side. Please no...

"Yeah yeah, there it is." The third pointed towards me. From the corner of my eyes I saw them nearing me. "Would you look at that? What a pretty company we're going to have heh."

Oh god no...

I kept staring out of the window however, showing a straight face. I should either pretend I'm deaf or pretend I don't speak the language.

"Whose this huge ass suitcase is? It's in the fucking way. I can't put mine up here." One of them complained. "Imma just put it in front of the toilet. Who cares?" He laughed, his friends agreeing with him.

They were speaking about my suitcase and the guy grabbed it, taking it out from where I put it to the luggage rack. "Just drop it out somewhere."

I couldn't let them do this to my stuff, so timidly I spoke up. "Excuse me... That's mine. Put it back, please."

He raised a brow at me, his friends also turning their attention on me. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know it's yours. I will put it back." He smirked.

"Thank y-"

It was too easy to be true. And I was right, because he didn't finish his sentence. "For a kiss, baby."

I gasped. "No... Just put it back please." Standing up from my seat I grabbed it in an attempt to put it back myself since he certainly didn't plan to do it.

"Wow look guys, she's rich." Turning over my shoulder I saw one of them opening my purse and taking out my money.

"Hey!" I reached for it, but he raised his hand high in the air so I wouldn't be able reach it. "That's mine. What are you doing?"

"Man we can go to a five star hotel for a week with this amount with all the extra shit." They laughed, grinning at each other. "Let's bring this pretty girl with ourselves as well heh."

"Bet she's a virgin. Look how innocent she is." The middle one licked his lips.

I wanted to puke from their behaviour, but for now all I wanted was to get my stuff back from them.

"Give it back you idiots!" I glared at them, punching the guy who stole my money.

"Aw look at that." The one who took off my suitcase from the luggage rack took a step towards me, grabbing my arm. "What's wrong gorgeous? We just wanna have fun with you."

It was a bad idea to come entirely alone... Maybe I should have let my mom escort me. But then she would have had to travel back all alone as well...

Just when I thought that I can't get out of this, a stranger came to my aid, pulling the guy off me by his collar who grabbed me. "You just disturbed my sleep." He said.

"Who the fuck are you? Mind your own business." He spat at the stranger.

The man didn't seem to be in a good mood and within a second the harasser was on the ground, spitting out his teeth. The other two flinched and tried to attack the stranger who was quick to wipe them out of his way as well.

"Hey." He turned to me. "You okay?" He asked in a bored, sleepy tone. He noticed that one of the guys was holding my money in his hand, so he bent down and snatched it, standing up straight right after. "Is this yours?"

"Yes... They stole it and wanted to throw my suitcase in front of the toilet." I told him.

The tall man handed my money back to me, grabbed my suitcase and put it back where it was previously, not caring the slightest that he stepped on the harassers in the process.

The first guy who he knocked out slowly stood up, about to land a punch on my savior. "Watch out!" I warned him and he quickly grabbed his fist.

There was a scary grin on his face. "Didn't you lose enough tooth? Want me to break your bones too?"

"Just fucking get out of here man!" The other two stood up as well and pulled their friend away with themselves.

I watched them practically running away from the scene and into the other wagon.

The black haired man rubbed his neck with closed eyes, eventually looking at me, causing me to flinch by the sudden attention.

I opened my mouth to speak, words coming out in a stutter. "T-thank you. I don't know what-"

"No need to thank me, just stay silent and let me sleep." He grunted and plopped down on the seat on the opposing side, crossing his arms and closing his eyes.

I gulped down my answer. Though he helped me with those assholes, but I didn't want to upset him with unnecessary talking, so I rather sat back down on my own seat, putting my money back in my purse and taking out the book I wanted to read earlier before those scumbags came.

Flipping a few pages I stopped reading, glancing up at the man in front of me. He was snoring slightly, a sign that he was asleep. Unlike when he took care of my harassers, he had such a peaceful and innocent look on his face. There was a small detail I didn't notice on him until now. He had a scar on the corner of his lips on the right side, making me wonder how did he get that.

He requested me to stay silent and don't bother him, so I rather sticked to that, continuing to read my book.

After like 2 hours I almost finished it, sleepiness taking over me so much that I yawned all the time from that point. I would get off the train at the terminus, so I decided to do the same thing as the man in front of me, falling asleep eventually.

It wasn't as comfortable as a bed would be, but it was better than nothing. There was still 1 more hour left to arrive to Tokyo anyway. And I guess I won't get too much sleep today. Knowing my best friend she will want to go out somewhere or we would probably talk throughnout the night. We didn't meet each other for a long time and talking in person is different than in texts or a video call.

I woke up to someone shaking my shoulder. "Miss, miss. Wake up. We have arrived to Tokyo." Cracking my eyes open I expected my savior to wake me up, but to my surprise he wasn't on the train anymore. It was the conductor who woke me up.

"Ah. Thank you for waking me up." He nodded, smiling kindly and left.

I stretched, planning to grab my suitcase from the luggage rack. However it was on the ground already. It was either the stranger or the conductor who took it off for me. Who knows.

I didn't know that either that moving to Tokyo going to change everything in my life as well. Yet...

A life full of crimes and danger because of him... A life full of sin and... lust...

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End of Chapter 1

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-Hungarian Shinobi

[ladylynse]

What if Lancer met Danny when he was four instead of fourteen? What if Danny wandered away from Maddie at the mall and crossed paths with Lancer?

I mean, the less fun answer is that Lancer would probably try to help Danny find his parents; if they can't find them in the crowd, then going to see if an announcement can be made. I don't see Lancer ignoring him, of course, and he might want to help but not know the best way to do it; there's a reason he's teaching high school and not kindergarten. Dealing with this age group isn't his strong suit.

But let's pretend, for a moment, that Danny wandered off because his parents are arguing about Christmas stuff again, and he's just Done. And that Jazz is distracted enough that she doesn't notice and that Danny gets far enough away by the time she does notice that her hysterics don't immediately alert Lancer to Danny's family.

What if Lancer is confronted by a four year old who refuses to tell him a) his last name, b) who his parents/guardians are, or c) where he lives? He can't just hand this kid over to the authorities, can he? He should really at least try to stick with the kid to make sure he's safe until he can get enough information out of him to get him back safe or until his parents come looking for him--right? The boy looks healthy and isn't shying away from him, and the questions he does answer tells Lancer this isn't a situation where he needs to call the police or protective services.

So this is how Lancer finds himself in the kids section of the bookstore, waiting for Danny to pick out the book he wants read to him on the bench outside said bookstore, listening to this child spew off an impressive number of facts about space because he absolutely refuses to talk about Christmas (except for grumbling about how his parents always fight, but Lancer learns enough to think that both parents do celebrate the holiday and merely disagree on how it is to be celebrated, rather than belonging to other religions and celebrating different holidays, and that--fighting to the point of having a runaway son aside--his parents do seem to care about their family) but is still willing to accept the gift of a book.

Lancer had never thought he was particularly good with young kids, but somehow, by the end of it, he thinks he's made a friend.

Even Danny seems somewhat reluctant to leave, not to mention chagrined, when his parents bring out the bullhorns/megaphones to announce that they are searching for their missing son, and Lancer returns him.

Their other child quietly pulls him aside while the parents are suffocating their son in hugs to thank him for taking care of her little brother, and Lancer makes a mental note to keep an eye out for this family in the future.

This turns out to be much easier to do as the Fentons more than earn their eccentric reputation, but he soon realizes it's a lot easier to track the parents than their children. When Danny and his sister turn up on Lancer's doorstep the next week with cookies, he has to invite them in and make hot chocolate and show them his train set, which they take to gleefully, but they give no indication that they've been dropped off for the purpose, and he rather suspects they got his address out of the phone book and came over on their own.

He waits longer than he probably should to phone their parents, but he enjoys their company.

It's nice, not being alone over the holidays.

(more like this | four year old Danny meets Vlad instead)

[merrybloomwrites]

I Hear Them Calling (Prologue)

Story Summary: Alpha Harry Styles and omega Y/N Y/L/N meet under less than ideal circumstances. Overtime their paths will cross and they will be drawn to one another in ways they never expected.

Chapter Summary: This first chapter is a quick prologue that sets the scene for the rest of the story. It gives some info on omegaverse so if you haven't read a lot of those stories before hopefully this acts as a good introduction.

Word Count: 750

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The history books all talk of a time when nearly everyone was an Alpha or Omega. Each gender had their expected roles in society. Each individual had their own scent, which they could be identified by. They would release pheromones that could affect others around them. They would mate, experience heats and ruts together, and create new pups.

Occasionally, people would reach their mid-20s without presenting as either Alpha or Omega. At first, these individuals would be outcasts, but over time they started to become a larger percentage of the population. That was when they earned the designation of Betas. They didn’t have scents, didn’t produce pheromones, and didn’t experience mating cycles.

As time went on, the number of betas grew until they were the majority. And now, in the 21st century, most individuals are betas. It’s rare that someone presents as an alpha, and ever rarer to be an omega.

This created new problems, since alphas and omegas were dependent upon one another. Or more accurately, omegas depended on alphas. An alpha could live a completely normal life without an omega. This doesn’t mean they were all happy to do so. A lot of the old-fashioned views and stereotypes had become obsolete, but many knothead alphas still felt entitled to an omega. These are the same people who still think omegas are subservient to everyone else and incapable of holding the same status as themselves.

Meanwhile, omegas have proven themselves to be just as capable at betas and alphas in all aspects of life. And while those societal expectations of them are no longer relevant, unfortunately, the needs of their bodies have never changed. Omegas require the touch, scent, and pheromones of an alpha. Lacking any of those can lead to a number of different ailments, the worst being touch deprivation.

There are many stages of touch deprivation, the most severe being nearly irreversible and potentially fatal. Luckily, there are a number of medications that help omegas live perfectly healthy and normal lives.

Most omegas will have a pill regimen that includes suppressants, soothers, and scent blockers. Suppressants ensure that the omega will not experience a heat cycle. Soothers are taken to prevent touch deprivation. They trick the body into thinking they’ve been in contact with an alpha. Finally, scent blockers prevent others from being able to smell them. This is especially important for omega safety since it allows them to blend in with the betas around them and not get unwanted attention from alphas.

Scent blockers are also frequently used by alphas, but some choose not to take them. They would rather broadcast their scent, letting everyone around them know their alpha status. Many also take rut suppressants, not wanting to experience a rut without a partner, or wanting to have more control over when their ruts occur.

This is the world that Harry Styles, alpha and famous musician, as well as Y/N, omega and virtual data analyst find themselves living in. They both hide their secondary genders from all around them, but that’s where the similarities end. He’s known by all for his music, movies, and modeling. Y/N, however, is content being known only by her family and her friend group.

Harry hides his alpha status from most people, deeming it inappropriate for his fans, and the whole world, to know such a personal piece of information. He also knows people will judge him based on this fact about him, and so only those in his closest circle are aware.

Y/N also hides her omega status from everyone except her closest family members and her two best friends. She does this for her safety, knowing that there are alphas out there that would harm her simply because she’s an omega. She’s heard plenty of horror stories of omegas being trapped or forced to do things because someone used their alpha voice against them, and they have no choice but to listen. She’s heard of omegas being forcibly mated by alphas and are now stuck with them.

Through some trial and error after she first presented, her doctor found a perfect medicine regimen. This allows her to live a completely normal and happy life, ruled only by her desires and goals, rather than ruled by expectations of her as an omega.

A completely normal life until her suppressants start to lose their potency, she attends a Harry Styles concert, and a knothead alpha in the audience sets in motion a series of events she could never have predicted.

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading this! I've very excited to start writing the first chapter of this story. It's been living in my head for awhile and I can't wait to share it!

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