#it feels like everyone’s gone through some rough months but lately it feels like things have changed and the good karma is coming in

[citrus-moonlight]

As I often do, I've seen a few posts going around lately lamenting the lack of interaction with fanfiction/fanart here on Tumblr as well as AO3, but after reading a particular comment last night I just need to say this:

If someone tells you that the lack of response to sharing their writing is making them feel so upset that they're thinking of quitting writing altogether, don't tell them that's not a good mindset to have and they should just have fun with it and write for themselves. (have you just tried not being sad? you'll feel so much better!)

Even if you're a writer who felt that way once upon a time but then you changed your mindset so that you don't rely on others' feedback for validation and now you're so much happier, that's not helpful. Because that's obviously not what the person who is feeling sad and defeated is able to do right now, and for most writers/creators that's never going to be possible.

And it shouldn't have to be.

Especially here. Especially fanfiction.

Fanfiction is something that's created because someone loves something and wants to share it with others who love the same thing. And this is specifically a fandom space, somewhere that is supposed to be a community where discussion and dialogue can and is encouraged to happen between the people who write and the people who read. So when there's radio silence when you share something in this kind of space, do you really not see how that would be discouraging?

Because of course I write for myself - I would never get anything down on the page if I didn't - but I share because ultimately I want someone else out there to read what I wrote, and with any luck, to get some joy out of it. But if no one tells me they did, how am I supposed to know? As far as I know I've just been yelling into the void. As far as I know, all that work wasn't worth it.

A metaphor I've seen as an example is that it would be like having someone invite you over and cooking an entire delicious, heartfelt meal, you eat it all without saying anything, and then just leave. Do you not see how that would be upsetting?

We put so much of ourselves into what we write, bits of our hearts and souls and the things that we love and are exploring and are interested in or confused about. It's such a vulnerable thing to share something you've created, so when you tell someone that they shouldn't care if someone else reads what they wrote or tells them that they liked it, you're dismissing a very real and valid experience for so many creators out there.

Because regardless of how slow or fast a writer is, or how big or small their fandom is, it's still hard and takes time and energy and dedication and love - all of it in between our day to day lives from the mundanities to the heartbreaks - to even get something to the point where we're comfortable sharing.

Now, I know that not everyone thinks that writers are silly or selfish or entitled when they ask for feedback. Before I started writing again after many, many years, the main reason I didn't really comment on fics very often wasn't because I didn't think that the authors deserved feedback, it was more that I didn't really think that it would matter. That my comments would just be noted - if read at all - and brushed aside and then they would continue on about their day.

I could not have possible been more wrong. You might think you're just one person and it's just one comment but it's amazing how it can turn a day (or week, or month) around. How it can encourage someone to finish a story, or make a connection they'd been struggling with, or even just manage to add 500 words to a WIP. It is truly incredible to hear that someone loved something I wrote, and if you've ever commented on or reblogged one of my fics, please know that it truly means the world to me.

I've gone through a rough time with all of this lately myself, but I'm doing a bit better now (for the moment), so I just wanted to say this, in part to remind myself when it inevitably gets hard again:

If you're reading this, whether you're a friend or you've never seen me on your dash and never will again: I'm sorry it hurts right now. I'm sorry you feel discouraged and lonely, that it doesn't feel like it's worth it anymore, that you're struggling to find a reason to continue.

But I desperately hope that you keep writing. I hope you keep sharing. You're worth it. I know it's hard, and if you don't want to and you're just tired of the cycle of giving so much of yourself and getting so little in return, I understand that, too. It's ok to be in your feelings about it, it's ok to feel drained by it, and even though knowing you're not alone in your experience doesn't change anything and it still sucks, it's normal and valid and there's nothing wrong with you feeling the way that you do.

But I hope that you are able to find the joy in it again, because you deserve it. ❤️

[vanya-evergreen]

Batfam x reader platonic concept

But make it over throwing royal’s with reader as a royal and Batfam as revolutionaries AU (with some fantasy elements that aren't expanded on)

CW: Neglect, Violence, blood. War like topics (revolution)

Something to note: in the real world timeframe I would put this in the late 1910s to early 1920s. The cars are faster than the actual cards of that timeframe because of fanfic logic!

Ps, I would love to write more of this (i already have another 1000 i am keeping to myself)

The soft patterns of rain on the roof was the loudest sound in your room. You lay on a bed, arms locked to your sides, staring up to the ceiling of the tall room. It was opulent to say the least, but that was the last thing you would think of. You were stuck in a cycle of memories that felt like a lifetime ago, yet it was only a few months ago that all of what you knew was gone. Not that you missed much of it.

There was once that if you had even whispered a complaint, it would've been fixed by a servant before you could dwell on it. Now it would just fall on deaf ears. You had alway been pacified with gifts, trips, or even new lessons to learn. It was one of the many benefits you got from being of royal descent, when that had mattered. You were happy with what you had but you still craved more. You wanted the unconditional Familial love that every other child seemed to get.

Slowly, you began to watch the families at garden parties, grand balls, and even going through daily life. You can’t help but staring as the parent lovingly held their children, or how they would even just watch them from afar. If you would turn to your parents, they always had their backs to you. You screamed and fought for their attention. You cried quietly every time they forced another toy or trip onto you. Sadly, it turned out to be much worse for you, everyone thought you were spoiled and ignorant because of your public fits. You never had an understanding of how parents were meant to love a child, until you met him.

The Dark knight.

You had met him briefly once before, given he was an army commander. It was a formality really, but you did remember his suit. It looked oddly like a bat with his cape. Still the Dark Knight was skilled with the sword, even with the advancing technology. You always heard whispers of his real name but they were never loud enough to make it your ears.

You were given sword lessons as another class to keep you busy. ‘I always did want to try the sword’ was just a pathetic attempt at ignoring your ugly truth. You were only 10 when you figured that your parents were pushing you off on all these tutors in hope that they would keep you busy enough to stay away from them. You still remember feeling the love you had for your parents slipping through your fingers like sand. You had stopped throwing fits too, you began to try to hold your emotions closer to your heart. All of this is probably what made it so easy for you to get attached to the Dark knight.

Your first lesson was rough. You had been rudely awakened at an unfamiliar time and when you made it out to the training grounds you could only see slivers of light on the horizon. You were forced to clean your tools and even some of his. You complained but he only remained quiet watching you with a heavy eye. You kept your mouth shut after that, finishing without much more complaint.

When you finished, he made you run laps. You wanted to whine about it, but you remembered knowing it wouldn't do anything, so you ran. Lap after lap, you always felt his eyes on you no matter where you went. He remained silent unless it was to tell you to keep going. It wasn't until the sun had fully risen that he had made you stop, letting you get water. You couldn't help but be wreathing with anger as you sat drinking your water.

“Sword lesson my-” you began to whisper under your heavy breaths, until a warm gloved hand was placed atop of your head. You shot your head up to where the head came from. It was the Dark knight, without his helmet.

“Good job kid.” He looked at you in your eyes, you couldn't help but let your emotions slip for a moment. His eyes were so kind, but his face was worn. It was the face of a man who had led a hard life, but still had compassion for others. You gripped your water, you wanted him to say it again

You continued the lesson for another 2 hours but it felt too short for you. Even if he said you weren't ready for a sword, You couldn't wait for the next lesson.

That is how it started and would go for the next 6 years. Twice a week you would meet with him to learn, but every day you spent hours practicing to impress him at your next lesson. He and you had bonded, or so you thought. You learned his true name, Bruce Wayne. he let you call him by his name, you tried to offer him the same courtesy but he refused, it hurt you but you understood.

This was your way of life, this was the happiest you ever were. You thought you had the love you craved the most. You thought that.

It was your 16th birthday. You were meant to focus on the party that was held every year for you but there you were happily running over to the training grounds to see Bruce. Ever since you met him, he always had some form of present for you on your birthday. It was the only present you looked forward to every year.

You stopped at the entrance when you saw Bruce with two other people. Diana Prince and Clark Kent, they were commanders just like Bruce. You always saw them together when they were in the same room, but why were they meeting here today? They looked like it was a serious matter so you hid behind the stables.You crouched down and slowly crawled to the end of the stable closest to them to listen in. You thought maybe you could scare them, you couldn't help but smile at the thought of the previous time you tried to scare Bruce and failed.

“A week from today we will take the capital.” Bruce said matter of factly. You breathe hitched, you heard murmurs through the walls about a revolution, but you didn't think it was real. Much less Bruce was a part of it. “And arrest the royal family and their descents.” That isn’t when you broke, no you didn’t care if they did that.

“And we can finally return to our families.” Clark added. This is when you broke, the mental image you had created in your delusion, the image of Bruce seeing you as one of his kids, shattered into a million pieces right in front of you. You quietly got up, you acted faster than your mind could think.

You jumped out from behind the stables, “Boo!” you shouted, while you wore your best smile. They all flinched at your sudden appearance. Finally you got them. “Hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.” You beamed while scratching the back of your head. They all looked at you in horror as you walked closer.

“How much did you hear, your highness?” Diana began reaching for her lasso on her hip, while trying to keep a pleasant expression.

“Nothing beyond something about going back to your families” You laughed. “ I assume you heard about the holiday I asked the king and Queen to give the troops after my birthday.” You could see as they relaxed, believing your words.

“Is there a reason you came here, your highness?” Clark stepped closer to give you a kind smile placing a hand on your shoulder, he always was kind to you even when you threw fits.

“I always stop by on my birthday.” You take a quiet glance at Bruce, with guilt flickering in his eyes. Y our heart sunk further into your chest. “I was saying hello to my teacher, before going on with my busy day.” You moved your eyes off of Bruce, and on to Clark. You tried to ignore his heavy gaze, your hands were shaking.

“Of course…” Clark and Diana look at Bruce. He gestured for them to leave. “Well Happy birthday, your highness.” Clark bowed before leaving, as did Diana. You watched them leave until they were out of sight. You clasped your hand together, the shaking stopping but your rate grew.

“Your highness,” Bruce’s soft voice boomed in your head . Bruce’s eyes weighed heavily on you, You were barely able to maintained eye contact. “I got you a gift.” He pulled out a small rectangle box wrapped in expansive sliver fabric with an extravagant white lace ribbon tied around it.

It was like every other year before, a small gift that meant the world to you. You, normally, would eagerly take it from him with the biggest grin, and opened it in front of him, thanking him no matter the gift. That year though, you hesitated, you didn’t give a wide grin, nor did you open it immediately.

“Thank you, Bruce.” You stared at the gift, playing with the white ribbon in your hand. “I really appreciate the gifts you have gotten me.” You sighed faintly. Bruce was stunted by this. “I hope you enjoy your time off with your family.” You let out a shaking breathe.

“What about your-” Bruce reached out to touch your shoulder, it was natural for the two of you.

“Don’t worry about lessons next week,” You grabbed his hand before he touched your shoulder “It’s fine if we miss a week. We alway have the after one, right?” you looked at him with a knowing look. He face dropped, he understood that you had heard more than you would say. “I hope to see you later Bruce.” You let go of his hand as you walked away from him leaving him behind in his silence.

You didn’t open that gift that day, even when you were in your room. You spent the rest of the day distracted. There were plenty of things you could’ve done about your impending arrest, but you also knew that would lead to Bruce's death. You didn’t want that, even if he only saw you as a royal, you still viewed him as someone would view their father. So you remained quiet.

The party came and went. It was the same as it always was, many gifts that were worth an average person's salary for ten years, and even proposal letters from noble families that wouldn’t matter in a week’s time. After that night you started to count down the days. Your memories of that week are blurry now, all of the days bleed into each other, until that day of the plan came.

You didn’t leave your room that day, even when you heard the screams of your family members. You waited, seated in a chair by the fire you had the servant light before going to bed. The box Bruce gave you is still unopened on your desk. You didn’t want to open it and pretend like everything was still the same.

You got up as you heard the soldiers get closer, opening every door along the way, until they reached your door. You opened the door before they could barge in. You came face to face with the helmet of The Dark knight. The blood of those who fought back dripped on the floor off of his suit. You step aside to let them in.

The Dark knight was the only one to step in, “Continue moving without me.” You tensed up as he ordered his subordinates to not follow him in. “Your highness-”

“There is no longer a need to address me like that.” You hummed, closing the door behind him. “After all, my heritage won’t matter by sunrise tomorrow.” You stood by the edge of your bed, looking out of the window.

The Dark knight was across the room from you, staying in front of the fireplace. You wouldn't meet his eyes, as he stared at you through his helmet. He looked around the room, he noticed the box on your desk still wrapped neatly. “You didn’t open it.” He picked up the box from the desk, and looked back at you.

“I thought it was inappropriate to open it, considering what was bound to happen.” You Pointed your head back down to the ground,

“You didn’t try to stop us.” He kept the box with him, and stepped closer to you.

“I couldn’t bring myself to,” You confessed, “I knew what it would lead to if I did.” Even then you couldn't bear the thought of him dying because of you.

“Do you understand why we are doing this?” He stopped two feet away from you, and took off his helmet. You wanted to see the face was making but you knew if you saw his face you couldn’t help but break all over again in front of him.

“Not fully,” You weakly replied “but I know that if you and the other commander are in on it then it is for the betterment of the world.” you clenched your hands. You tried to be mad at him but it was hindered by how you saw him. To you, you knew him as a man of justice, who wouldn’t needlessly create waves unless he saw necessary. You put your hands behind your back, intertwining them together.

The Dark Knight couldn’t understand you, but you knew what his thought was “I didn’t run because you taught me to stand with the side I chose, and by blood I am forced to choose this side.” You looked up from the floor finally. His face seemed almost desperate for a better answer, you could only return a sympathy nod with closed eyes.

The room remained silent for a moment, before you offered your wrist forward to make it easier to cuff them, he didn't. Instead he stepped behind you, guiding you out in front of the palace with a firm hand on your shoulder. You kept your eye forward ignoring the blood splattered across the floor and walls. The walk through the halls were eerie and quiet, they still haunt you to this day.

At the front of the palace each member in the royal house kneeled with their hands bound behind their backs, in rows separated from the servants. The Dark knight didn't seem to be guiding you to the royals until someone grabbed you by the arm and pulled you away from him, you saw him for a short moment longer. Maybe if you weren't so tired you could've seen him reaching out for you as he was swarmed by his cohorts.

The soldier was much harsher compared to The Dark knight. They forced you down by your parents, who were bloody and bruised, they must've fought. Their heads hung low, they didn't even try to lift them up to look at you. You watched as Clark walked to stand center in front of palace residences.

“To the royal family, you are found guilty of tyranny and causing anguish to the lands of…” Clark went on about the endless sins your family and you by extension committed. “Now we will go down the line to give you your sentencing.”

You closed your eyes, listened to cries for mercy by the ones you assumed were to be put in prison for life and the quiet sobs of the ones who got less. Clark stopped when he passed you, You were the only one sitting up with free arms. He whispered something to the person following him, before moving on. two soldiers picked you by your arms from ground and brought you back into the palace.

You might've been more confused if you didn't pass out the moment they shoved you back into your room.

The weeks following after that there was a surgeon of royalist nobels trying to take back the monarchy, but they were swiftly dealt with each time they would arise according to the maids that would pass your room.. You spent those weeks confined to your room, at the former palace, you tried to ask why you weren't in the prison, but none of the guards standing outside of your room wouldn't reply.

It was 2 months later that you finally left your room to be brought in front of the new leaders of your country. Diana, Clark and Him. It was a small meeting with only you and the three of them.

“Tell us _, why do you think that you are here?” Diana spoke in a loud yet caring tone.

“I am here to finally receive my sentence.” You mumbled.

“No,” Clark interjected what would've evolved into a rant. “We are curious to know why you did nothing to stop the revelation.”

“I couldn't live with the consequences if I had stopped you.” You replied flatly.

“and those consequences would be, what?”

“The continued suffering of the country” they gestured for you to go on “and the loss of your lives.”

“And are you aware that means you betrayed the royal family?”Clark retorted. Bruce leaned forward.

“Yes.” You wanted it to be over already.

“Then you will not receive a sentence, but you will live under surveillance.” Clark stood up from his seat and offered you a hand. You took the hand, you could live under surveillance.

“Here at the… well whatever this was turned into.” You questioned, Clark shook his head no. “Then where?”

“With me.” Bruce finally spoke up. Your body ran cool, as a sinking feeling bloomed in your stomach. You would've been fine anywhere else but with him. You had no choice.

“Fine.” You looked away from him.

That day, your clothes, swords, and other trinkets were packed and off to Gotham where the now infamous Wayne manor resides. While you rode in front with Bruce in his Car. The ride was quiet, along with unpacking the car. You broke the silence to say thank you for help, before taking your belongings inside of the foyer. Serval people were waiting, but not for you.

“Who are you?” A boy, younger than you, glared as you stood there awkwardly holding you things. You were going to respond but Bruce came in behind you. “Father, who is this this person?” So these people were his kids.

“Damian, that is not how you greet someone.” oh. You heard of Damian when you and Bruce would take breaks from your sword lessons. He always liked talking about his family, there was even a point where you though maybe they could see you as family too, but not now. “I am _ _” You lowered your head already knowing what comes next.x .

“A member of that trantical family? Bruce, why are they here?” A boy, probably only a few years older than you, almost screeched.

“I will explain it later, Tim” Bruce took your things from you and tried to push past them, only to be blocked by a girl around the same age as time. “Cassandra please move.

“No, we need to know now.” Damian demanded, as him and Tim cornered Bruce with Cassandra.

“Alfred,” Alfred, who was standing off the side came forward and took your things back from Bruce. “Take them to their new room.”

“Of course Master Bruce.” Alfred turned to you “Please, follow me this way.” He smiled politely. Your arms tense as the You followed behind quietly, walking up the stairs to 3rd floor, back into the furthest corner of the house, the perfect reflection of the distance between you and Your new household.

[lostsyren]

✰ ✰ ✰ golden

{summary: rafe invites sofia to a nye party where she feels out of place…}

{a/n: happy new years everyone! hope u enjoy!}

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎

Sofia had started seeing him in the summer.

Rafe Cameron. Golden boy.

It quickly spiralled into a heady situationship.

Late nights at Tannyhill, stolen moments in the country club storeroom, lingering glances, straying hands.

It was intoxicating. For the both of them.

Five months they’d been together– And Sofia didn’t know where she stood.

Quiet literally.

It was December 31st. Kelce was hosting a New Year’s Eve party, and Rafe had coaxed her to join him. Not that it was difficult to convince her– she swallowed every moment with him like it was water and she was desiccated.

And now she shuffled about awkwardly in Kelce’s kitchen, surrounded by empty solo cups and throngs of people all looking to get high or drunk or both. She hated it.

Sofia looked for Rafe, her eyes sifting the golden streamers and slicing, neon party lights. He was over with Topper and Kelce. Topper was trying to chat up a girl Sofia recognised as Ruthie. She remembered her because she was the girl who never tipped at the bar.

Sofia mulled over whether or not she should go over to Rafe and stand by him. That’s what she wanted to do– he was the only one she knew at this party after all.

But he was with his friends. She didn’t want to appear annoying. Or clingy. Or desperate.

Did Rafe like that? Did he want her to linger by him?

Sofia always took the safe route, letting him bask in the glory of being Rafe Cameron, while she watched on from the sidelines, waiting for a moment where she could slip in and take her place…which she still wasn’t sure of– even after five months.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎

Rafe listened as Kelce and Topper droned on and on about some bullshit he didn’t give a single fuck about. He came to this party for the alcohol. (And a distraction from his pulsating thoughts).

Sofia too.

Sofia. He repeated her name in his mind like it was a lyric. Sofiiia. It was pretty. Like her.

She confused Rafe. Like a lot. He didn’t know what she was thinking half of the time– she could be so damn quiet.

But Rafe also liked that about her. Her gentle, sleepy presence.

He wanted to be with her. 24/7.

He didn’t like it when she had to leave for her shift in the early hours. Or when she stayed at home instead of with him at Tannyhill.

And after begging her to come with him to this party, she was no where to be seen.

He scoured the horde of wasted people, trying to catch a flash of dark hair. A pair of golden eyes.

He’d picked Sofia up earlier tonight, devouring her in her little sparkly dress with the plunging neckline. She looked like a fairy, all dolled up with shimmery eyes and shiny hair.

The five months he’d spent with her were heaven sent. Enchanting. Glorious. Whatever good shit people believed in, be it magic or god.

He’d never had anything like that. But he knew he never wanted it to end.

So maybe he should wise up and give her what she wanted.

He stirred with a rough pang of regret. Rafe knew Sofia wanted to be more than just a hookup– she was– but he didn’t know how to handle anything more than that.

Flowers. Gifts. Kisses. Sweet nothings.

He littered her with it all.

Rafe just couldn’t do the hard thing– commit to a future.

He knew it was shitty. But it’s not like she wasn’t enjoying herself, was it?

In that moment, Rafe spotted her in the crowd. She was standing in the kitchen, the golden party lights like a halo above her head. Her eyes darted around here and there like a skittish kitten.

Rafe caught her gaze, smiling at her easily. It was hard not to.

Relief seemed to flood her cherubic features as she threaded through the crowd, gaze latched on to his.

“Hey baby,” he greeted, slotting his hands on her waist. Topper and Kelce had gone to fill up their cups, leaving Rafe alone with Sofia. Finally.

“Hey,” she murmured, voice low, tone reticent.

She was upset. He’d become real good and reading her moods. Rafe knew when she was upset. But often he could never work out why.

“What’s wrong Sof?” Her hands crawled up to cradle his arms, holding them as he held her.

But before she could answer, Kelce and Topper returned.

“Rafeee, there you are bro!” Kelce yelled, landing a firm grip to his shoulder. Rafe’s hands slipped away from Sofia’s hips, going to greet Topper and Kelce with a fist bump.

He didn’t see the glare of disappointed skeining her visage.

When he turned to face her again, she’d busied herself at the drinks table they were standing beside, mixing up what looked like vodka and soda.

“Nearly midnight man, Top here just scored a kiss with Ruthie.”

“Oh yeah? I’m surprised she didn’t bite his head off,” Rafe chuckled, deciding to let Sofia make her drink in peace.

“You wouldn’t have a New Years kiss bro if Peyton didn’t let you mack on her whenever,” Topper spat back, taking a swig of whatever was in his solo cup.

“Touché– Ruthie already influencing you with her bitchiness I see.”

Topper shoved him noncommittally.

“What about you Rafe? Who you kissing? Not long left– you came here with Sofia right? You gonna leave with her too?” Topper asked, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

Rafe stilled, feeling Sofia’s presence behind him like a burning sun.

Kelce jumped on, before Rafe could say anything, “Rafe Cameron kissing the club bartender on New Years, insane stuff.”

Rafe heard a glass clink behind him. Shit.

Spinning around all he saw was a full solo cup left stranded on the table and a swathe of coruscating fabric vanish in the encroaching bodies.

“What the fuck man?” Rafe hissed, narrowing his eyes at Kelce.

“Jeez, I didn’t see her there, she’s so quiet sometimes I don’t even notice her.”

Rafe just rolled his eyes, departing into the crowd trying to find Sofia.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎

Sofia knew it. She was just that to them. The club bartender. A pogue. Invisible.

She thought Rafe was different. Maybe she was wrong.

Weaving through the mass of bodies, Sofia spotted the front door. She’d get the bus home– leave Rafe here to find another girl to leave with.

But before she could feel the much needed sensation of the cold, outside air, she was stopped by a hand gripping her wrist.

“Fuck wait Sofia,” Rafe’s ragged words came from behind her.

She wasn’t even angry, Sofia realised. Her heart just hurt.

Inhale. Exhale. Blink back the tears.

Sofia turned to face him.

“What?” She mumbled. Keep your lips straight, she told herself. She would not turn into a blubbering mess on New Years.

“They were just joking.”

“Oh ok– I don’t care,” she replied, her mouth twisting in a scowl.

“Please baby–“ he stepped closer, hands outstretched, trying to bridge the distance between them. But she shied away from his touch. Wrapped her arms around herself instead.

“Don’t call me that. We’re nothing Rafe, you’ve made that abundantly clear.”

Rafe’s eyebrows furrowed. His cheeks lifted as if he was wincing. As if he was in pain.

The word nothing seemed to slice through the gaps of his ribs like a blade.

“Don’t say that.”

“Why not? It’s true is it not?” She challenged him. Confronted him. For the first time in this winding, wreathing relationship.

Rafe licked his lips, trying to find the words that couldn’t materialise on his parched tongue.

Sofia sighed, heart heavy. Then she slipped out the front door.

Rafe was quick to follow, running around to cut her off.

The outside of the house was empty. The majority of the partygoers were by the pool in the back garden or dispersed through the kitchen and living room.

So it was just Sofia, Rafe and the frigid, December breeze.

“Just come back inside–“

Sofia shook her head vehemently.

“Fine, fine, let’s just go home. We can talk, if that’s what you want.”

“What do you want Rafe?” She pushed, crossing her arms across her chest. The cold sluiced over her exposed flesh, goosebumps prickling across it like frost.

Rafe sniffed, swallowing thickly. She watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down in his throat. His pupils widening, looking indigo in the dark night.

“You.”

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎

Rafe’s chest undulated examining her reaction. Sofia’s mouth curved into a small frown. Her big, glossy eyes flickering between his own.

She was shivering slightly from the cold.

“Really?” She simply said.

“Yes, God yes– you’re not nothing to me Sofia. You’re…everything.”

Tears began to well in her eyes. Fuck she looked beautiful. Basked in the golden glow of the streetlights. Her dress twinkled in the shadows, her eyes gleaming like dark fire.

Inside the house, the muffled bellow of a countdown could be heard.

Ten. Nine. Eight.

Rafe neared her, brushing a strand of her hair away from her cheek.

Seven. Six. Five.

Sofia looked up at him, her breath soft and sweet.

“You were the best part of my year Sof.”

Rafe leanded down low, his lips hovering over hers, close enough so he could smell her jasmine and amber perfume, her strawberry shampoo. He gave her a couple seconds to step away from him. The chance to leave. But she didn’t, her lips parting slightly, letting out a soft gasp at their closeness.

Four. Three. Two. One.

He cupped her cheek with his hand. “Happy new year baby,” he whispered, before hooking her lips with a slow, deep kiss.

Their lips meshed together, his strong, pliant ones dissolving into her supple, plump flesh.

Rafe half dragged her up by the waist, hoisting his arm around her waist, so that she was floating on her tiptoes. Her arms slung around his neck, pulling her down towards her, as she deepened the kiss, parting little gasps of air that tickled his jaw.

They eventually broke apart, breathless and panting, still clinging on to one another with vigorous grips.

“Never think we’re nothing again ok? This–” he motioned between their chests, “is important to me. I hope it is to you too.”

Sofia nodded quickly, tightening her hold on his shoulders, “it is. I just didn’t think it was for you.”

Rafe hated that she felt like that. Because it was the furthest thing from the truth. He thought back to his year. Filled with crime and sin. He thought about Ward and Sarah. About the cross he’d stolen and melted. About Shoupe breathing down his neck.

When he was with Sofia all that dissipated. She became his world.

He suddenly lifted her up on his arms, hooking his arms under her legs, as Sofia let out a little giggling scream.

“Come on, let’s get out of here, yeah? None of this shit is important to me. Fuck Topper and Kelce, you’re all that I care about, ok?”

Sofia rolled her eyes, “a bit dramatic don’t you think?”

Rafe responded by spinning her around in a circle, causing her to kick her feet in fear and excitement.

“You love it,” he chuckled, carrying her to his car across the road.

They drove back to Tannyhill, Rafe stealing glimpses of her in the passenger seat.

The sequins in her dress looked like droplets of gold, shimmering in the lapsing streetlights. Her face was bathed in the champagne coloured bursts from the fireworks littering the black sky. She’d occasionally meet his stare, smiling up at him with her aureate, honeyed eyes. Rafe brimmed with light.

His beautiful golden girl.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⋆✴︎

[ruewrote]

𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒.

PAIRING: sam giddings x fem!reader WARNINGS: anxiety, paranoia, no use of y/n GENRE: fluff SONG INSPIRATION: bad things by cults WORD COUNT: 928

navigation | ask | sam giddings masterlist

it had been months since the night at the lodge, but the weight of it still clung to sam like a second skin. every day was a battle to convince herself that she was safe, that the wendigos and the horrors they had once unleashed were now gone. 

the mountains loomed in the distance, casting long shadows across her new life. no matter how much she tried, no matter what she did, she couldn’t shake the memories of those cold, unforgiving peaks.

but you were there, always, just a phone call away.

sam had always been the strong one, the glue that held everyone together. she’d been the voice of reason in the chaos, the one who made it through when everything else fell apart. yet even the strongest need someone to lean on. and lately, that person was you.

she didn’t know when it started. when your presence became a quiet comfort in her life, but now she couldn’t imagine being without you. whether it was the little texts that made her laugh or the nights where you just sat together in silence, your warmth made the memories of the lodge feel a little less sharp, the weight of it a little less heavy.

today was a bad day. sam stood by the window, staring out into the city streets. the quiet in her apartment making her feel awfully closed in.

her phone buzzed on the counter, your name lighting up the screen, finding herself smiling despite it all.

“hey, just checking in. want to come over? i’ve got tea and a shoulder with your name on it.”

she hesitated for a second, debating whether she should burden you with her haunted mind yet again, but the thought of seeing you, feeling your arms around her, was too tempting to resist. she grabbed her keys and replied with a quick, “be right over.”

when sam arrived at your place, you could see the tension written all over her face. she tried to hide it, she always did. but you knew her too well by now. wordlessly, you opened the door wider, offering her a soft smile as she stepped inside.

she hadn’t said much in the texts, you didn’t need her to. the way she exhaled when she entered, her shoulders relaxing slightly, told you enough.

“rough day?” you asked gently, leading her to the couch where a steaming cup of chamomile tea awaited her.

“yeah,” sam murmured, taking the mug and wrapping her hands around it. she didn’t drink it right away, just held it, as if grounding herself in the warmth.

you sat down beside her, close enough that your knee brushed hers. the small touch was another comfort to her, one she didn’t realize she needed until she felt it. there was something in your presence that made the world seem a lot less overwhelming.

“you don’t have to talk about it,” you said, resting your hand on hers. “but you know i'm here if you do.”

sam looked at you, her eyes softening in a way they hadn’t in a long time. she set the mug down, shifting so she could face you fully. the vulnerability in her eyes was raw, but there was trust there too, trust that had grown over the weeks, piece by piece, in the tender moments you shared.

“it’s just… some days, it’s like i can still feel it,” she admitted, her voice low. “like i’m still there, in the lodge, fighting for my life.”

you nodded, giving her space to continue.

“everyone’s moved on, you know? chris, ashley, they’re all trying to forget, and i get it. i do. but… i can’t. it’s still there, in the back of my mind. the cold, the fear, everything we went through. i just can’t shut it off like they can.”

without a word, you reached for her hand, squeezing gently. “you don’t have to shut it off. it’s okay to feel it, sam. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”

for a moment, sam just stared at your hand in hers, her thumb brushing lightly against your skin. “you make it easier,” she whispered. “being with you… it makes the nightmares feel less real.”

you smiled, your heart swelling at her words. you leaned in slightly, your forehead resting against hers, your breaths mingling in the small space between you.

“i’m not going anywhere,” you whispered, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “whatever you need, whenever you need it, i’m here.”

sam closed her eyes at the softness of your touch, her breathing steadying as your words sunk in. she didn’t feel like she was drowning under the weight of her memories. she felt seen, heard, loved.

you pulled her closer, wrapping your arms around her in a gentle embrace. sam melted into you, her head resting against your shoulder as she let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. the warmth of your body, the steady beat of your heart, it was the calm she needed.

“i love you,” she whispered, so quietly you almost didn’t hear it.

you pressed a soft kiss to her temple, holding her a little tighter. “i love you too.”

the two of you stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, no other words needed. in that moment, the weight of her past didn’t seem so heavy. with you, she didn’t have to be the strong one. she could be vulnerable, raw, and still feel whole.

with your love, 

she’d find a way to heal.

comments and reblogs are appreciated ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

© ruewrote 2024.

[sscieloz]

Irene and you have been together for the past couple months, but have only gone as far as making out. But, this time is different and you tell her that you’re ready to go all the way, which leads to your first time together.(smut)

Show me how

Bae Joohyun x reader

Warnings: smut, nsfw

Word count: 2.9k

Notes: sorry for the wait!!! i wanted this to be sweet and cozy, almost like a hug from someone dear yk? i hope it is to your liking <3

-

Dating Irene was like a summer breeze: it was easy, fresh, and cozy, just like feeling the sun on your skin, after spending too much time locked up at home. Unlike your past relationships, you felt completely comfortable talking to her about anything. You were always on the same page, and you couldn’t help but fall in love with her more and more each day as you observed her kind, caring and cheerful nature.

Even though you have dated people before, you’ve never gone too far beyond just a few kisses or touches, simply too insecure and scared to be that exposed in front of others. Besides, you’ve never actually trusted any of your past partners, either. They were clearly only using you for your body and your fame— trying to prove a point by attempting to ruin the shy, reserved girl from the group. As much as you knew that was how most of them saw you: merely a prize, waiting to be conquered, you couldn’t help but to feel used and lost, wondering if the problem wasn’t, in fact, yourself.

Which was the reason you were so insecure about evolving things with Joohyun, ever since you’ve started dating.

Truth be told, most of your hesitancy came as a way of protecting yourself. Being thrown into the industry by your parents so young— first as a child model, then as a trainee, and even now, as a senior idol— has pushed a lingering feeling of being constantly displayed to others on your skin, since that’s how you’ve always felt: exposed to tabloids and cameras in every way dimmed possible, from such a young age. Your whole life, ever since childhood, has always been rushed. Not once did you remember not being pushed to do things or act more mature than your age. In response to that, building up rough boundaries and ensuring your own peace and quietude were the first things you did, as soon as you managed to obtain full control of your life and your actions. You so desperately needed it; you’d accept nothing to be rushed, at least not anymore.

Which was why Irene and you were so perfectly matched. You felt it from the first time you were introduced to each other, through Joy.

You’d been talking nonchalantly in the girl’s parents’ cafe when Irene barged in, making you immediately drawn to her— as were everyone else at the establishment. She simply had such an angelical aura: like an untouched piece of marble, beautiful to look at, and too exquisite to touch.

“I think you’d get along well. You both seem like you need some company, you know.” Joy’s words made you both laugh awkwardly, at the time. Yet, she was right, in the end. Both of you had been alone for many years, longing for something that just seemed impossible to find in the current days. At least, not with such a technological world and people’s routine being so energetic, frantic, and intense.

After your first encounter, mediated by Sooyoung, you started seeing each other frequently. You enjoyed talking about art, and she’d even agreed to join you in your latest hobby: ceramics. The two of you spent hours together, getting messy with clay, laughing, going on coffee dates and walks in parks that were full of green— your favorite color, she quickly learned. It was easy to be in Irene’s presence, and, for you, it had been even easier to fall in love with her.

You shared sweet kisses by moonlight, stayed up until late watching the stars, and for the first time in so long, life felt right to you; like it wasn’t made of demands or expectations that left a bitter feeling in your guts.

For once, you felt as bright and happy as a butterfly, in a garden full of flowers. With Irene, life had a meaning, a purpose.

She’s also been nothing but respectful to you in all those months you’ve been dating, too. Not even once had she pressed you about sex, always making sure you were comfortable with everything and ensuring you two talked out your issues and boundaries. You got to know each other deeply before your bodies interlocked, and that was something you’ve never had with your previous relationships. You loved Joohyun for who she was: the kind, attentive, caring leader and friend with so many deep interests and hobbies. You could spend the rest of your days with her and still feel like there were so many parts of her to unravel. She was indeed pure art, an untouched angel.

And, while it had been crucial for you to take things slow, you now realized you truly felt ready to take a further step into your relationship. She was patient, calm, and just what you needed. As you stare at Irene, chatting ever so sweetly with her bandmates, your chest fills with warmth, knowing how much you absolutely adored being hers and how lucky you were to have her to yourself. You trusted your girlfriend more than anything in the world, and you desired her so, so much— in every way dimmed possible.

With that, couldn’t help but to gawk at her body as she walked towards the bar built in Yeri’s garden, the wooden structure put up to celebrate the maknae’s birthday. It was a simple and reserved celebration, yet your eyes were practically undressing your girlfriend right in the middle of the garden, for everyone to see.

You wanted her badly, like you’ve never wanted anything else in your life. And it’s not like you needed anything else, either. Not when you had her, making you feel so safe and secure. So right in a world full of wrongs.

Irene must’ve noticed the frown on your face— as you’ve always been pretty expressive— because she approached you quickly, placing her free hand on your waist in a delicate motion, “Hey, is everything ok?”

You take the drink she’s been holding in your hands and take a sip, nodding, “It’s all good. I’d like to go home, though. Do you think Yeri would be sad about it?”

You watch your girlfriend’s brows furrow, scanning your body in search of any signs of discomfort. When she doesn’t find any, her expression turns even more confused.

“I mean, we’ve just sang her happy birthday, and the girls wanted to—” You cut her by brushing her long, thick hair off her shoulders, fingers hovering her elbows as you bite your cheek to suppress a smile, once you feel her shiver. You’ve never touched her like this, specially in a semi-public space. Sure, you’ve fooled around many times, but you’ve never presented yourself with such assertiveness, such hunger.

Irene gulps. She feels her self-control escaping her body when your mouth brushes hers, mint breath caressing her skin. Yet, your sultry lips never found her mouth, and Joohyun finds herself opening her eyes— never even realizing when she closed them.

“Home, please?” You ask again, making a show of sipping on her drink. Irene’s gaze follows your mouth— all of her focus on the way you suck on the straw: so eagerly… much inappropriate for the scenery.

Safe to say, you find yourself humming happily in your girlfriend’s car not even five minutes later, as Irene eyes you suspiciously from the driver’s seat.

-

Despite nearly dying of curiosity, Irene doesn’t utter a word until you’ve arrived at your massive house, eyes still narrowed at your direction as if she expects you to regret your decision and tell her to go back to Yeri’s place immediately. She’s absolutely conscious of the anticipation working its way on her skin; it heats her to the core, and soon enough, it becomes impossible for her to stay put. Just the thought of having you, being the one who has the privilege to touch you, unravel you, make your eyes roll in pleasure… It’s enough for her panties to dampen and her hands close into fists, preventing herself from grabbing you by the hips and fucking you.

She licks her lips, staring at you through her lashes, still expecting. You’re the one in charge; with one word, your girlfriend will grant you all of your darkest, dirtiest wishes. The only thing you have to do is ask. Say it, even, and it’s yours.

You know it as much, as you interlock your fingers with hers and take your time going up the stairs, through the hallways as you kiss Irene without rush, ravishing her taste and her sweet, plumpy lips.

“I want you, Joohyun.” You breathe, guiding your girlfriend onto the mattress as you take your time untying your dress, letting it fall down your shoulders at its own pace. Even though you find yourself bare in front of her, you don’t feel threatened in the slightest. “Want you to make me feel good.”

If anything, you can only feel safe, respected, and loved. Feelings you’ve spent so long searching for. Far too long.

She extends her hand to you, holding you with such tenderness it nearly makes you melt on the spot. Soon, you find yourself under her, being smothered with kisses that trail down your chin to your neck and chest. However, Irene’s warm mouth stops just before touching you— to grant you plenty of time to process it all through, most certainly.

In fact, the words that brush past her lips reassure you of that, as she looks up, tone bearing a hint of hesitance. As much as she was nearly jointing with need, she wanted you to be completely clear of your wishes, “Are you really sure?”

You nod. “The most I’ve been in my entire life.” You murmur, scratching her scalp. Your touch is both reassuring and demanding, bringing her closer to your skin.

You let out a loud moan once her mouth is finally on you, and God was it worth the wait. Her saliva-soaked kisses leave a trail down your abdomen until every inch of skin is hers, and she’s reached your thighs. Her eyes are dark and don’t leave your piercing gaze, either, as she lowers herself until she’s reached your core.

You can tell she’s studying you: taking note of every touch, every kiss that has you gasping and stuttering. Irene takes delight in testing your preferences, attuning herself to what pleasures you the most. Ravishing herself with your body’s reactions, like the attentive woman she is.

“You are too beautiful, my love” She praises, grabbing both of your legs as she opens them, now presenting you completely exposed to her. You try to close them, involuntarily, but Irene shushes you, pecking the inner skin until you’ve relaxed enough for her to start teasing, once again. It’s only then that she bites, and even though her teeth barely sink in, it’s enough for you to jerk your body forward, a surprised gasp evading your lips.

It makes her laugh, adding another memory to her mind. “You’re sensitive, pretty girl.”

It’s the way she hums that provokes such sensations out of your body, you decide. The precise pressure her lithe fingers apply to your waist, the way she palms your breasts, twisting and pinching your nipples until they’re red enough to her liking— each time a little harder, to entice a louder moan. She’s playing with you as she wishes; as she’s always dreamed of, and it’s driving you absolutely crazy. You’re drenched, and Irene hasn’t even touched you properly.

She gathers your wetness with two of her fingers, going up and down on your slit until she’s gathered enough coat that she finds them sticky, noticeably wet. Only when she’s deemed enough, her fingers leave your sex and find their way onto her mouth, sucking without any rush. Your own throat starts to water as she does so, her eagerness dense enough to make you divert your gaze, feeling your face heatening up. You don’t keep your looks averted for long, since those same fingers gently tap your lips, gagging you as far as they can without making you choke.

“I’ll take care of you, Y/n.” She whispers, with her thumb caressing your mouth, encouraging you to continue. Which you do, with your eyes never leaving her hungry gaze.

Once she decides you’ve done your job of cleaning well enough, Irene’s attention returns to your pussy, as she lowers herself once again to your core.

“Do you want me here?” She blows on your cunt, smiling against your skin as she hears your loud whines. She does not pity you at all though, placing a languid, slurpy kiss on your pussy before moaning, too. This was heaven, for both of you, “Or perhaps here?”

You were sure you were mumbling too many incoherences, now. Not that you cared, anyway. You couldn’t, not with the way her nails were scratching your skin so gently, or her own wet, loud grunts that reverberated onto your pussy and made you see stars, not a single thought going through your mind. All you could think of was how desperately you needed to cum, how ardently you wish Irene’s mouth never leaves your skin.

You feel her hot breath fade from between your thighs. Thankfully, her fingers find their way to your dripping cunt before you even manage to whine, the mix of sensations making you press yourself onto her hand, so she’d reach further. You loved her so much. You needed more.

“S-so good.” You murmur, lost in pleasure. As soon as you close your eyes, dropping your head back to deepen your sensations, Irene places kisses onto your abdomen, now going all the way up until your lips interlock in a slow, deep kiss.

“Don’t close your eyes, my love.” She whispers, with her fingers still working onto building up on your pleasure. She squeezes one of your breasts as she says so, enticing another particularly loud moan from you—just as she intended to. Your sounds were the most heavenly melodies to her, and Irene simply couldn’t believe she’s spent a lifetime without hearing them. “Look at me when I fuck you. Fuck- you’re so tight, dearest.”

The low pitch in her voice makes you clench, humming as you keep your eyes on her.

Irene’s fingers are knuckles deep inside you, her rhythm intensifying as she nearly retreats them fully from your cunt to ram on you again. Your back arches, and she licks her lips, drinking from your reactions. It’s nearly unbearable, to have such focus on yourself; her sole attention, adoring and memorizing every inch of your body in her mind. Her gaze, so hungry yet compose, her light kisses on your burning skin, and her thumb brushing your clit without paying much attention to it—it all works you up to a hard, shaking orgasm. You can feel the waves of pleasure building up in your cunt, yet you can’t seem to muster the right words to tell Irene just that. It’s all glossy and unfocused, not even enough air to calm you down from the orgasm you can sense that is so soon.

“D-don’t stop, please. Oh my fucking— don’t stop, ’so close,” You manage to utter, gripping your girlfriend’s hair ever so desperately.

She does feel you, though. Before you even say it. Irene can tell, from the way your pussy clenches, tightening around her hold. “Come, princess. For me.”

The permission was all you needed to reach your high, and you nearly get overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure you feel. It escalates to your whole body until you find yourself as a trembling mess, chest moving frantically to adjust your fast breathing. You let out an even louder whine as Irene’s mouth is on you again.

“Shh, take it easy. I’m just cleaning you up, love.” She tells you, once you try to move her head from her cunt. And, even though her words add a bit of a scold, there’s a hint of a smirk on her face, as she adds. “Don’t whine. What kind of girlfriend would I be if I left you so messy like that?”

Now that you’ve come down from your high, Irene’s words make you blush. She didn’t have time to make a joke or give you a reassuring tug, as she usually would, though. Her focus is on your sex, as she pays long, sloppy licks to it. Her nose brushes your clit— the post-orgasm sensitiveness making the sensation twice as hard, and you bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning and begging.

“J-joohyun…” You try to get her attention, after what it feels like a lifetime. You can feel the pleasure starting to build up again, and your girlfriend is clearly dozed out, vigorously enamored with your cunt as she eats you out for her pleasure. With one last harsh suck on your clit, Irene abides to your wishes, her face now in front of yours.

You take a minute to brush her delicate features, before speaking anything. Her defined jaw, her long lashes, her lustrous eyes. You adore her; she truly makes you feel like the luckiest woman in the world.

“Perfect.” She murmurs, breaking the gap between you as her lips kiss you with gentleness. Her words make you smile onto the kiss, caressing her neck as you bring her even closer. “My love.”

“I could say the same of you.” You divert your eyes to the covers, insecure about your following words. Breathing deeply, you continue, “Thank you for this. And for not rushing me, even after so many months. I loved it, and I love to be with you.”

As you stare at Irene’s big, chocolate eyes, you find nothing but the purest form of love. There’s no possible way to not feel comfortable under such embrace.

“I’d wait many more. Years, even, if it means having you by my side. I’m in love with you, Y/n. Not just for sex, not for your body.” She clarifies, hiding her face on your neck as she always does, when you find yourselves tangled in a messy embrace. “I love you for who you are. Your qualities, your flaws, your passions… And I’m very thankful to feel loved in so many ways by you, too.”

You frown, playfully poking her ribs. “Are you saying I’m flawed?”

Irene rolls her eyes, silencing you with a kiss.

“Shut up, you idiot.”

And soon you’re making out again, with the promise of a long, long night. You feel respected, safe, and secured. As you run your fingers through your girlfriend’s small waist, you immediately know: there’s no place elsewhere you’d rather be.

[hunters-vigil]

Pain Relieving Hugs

Summary: Reader is AFAB but using they/them pronouns (most of fic is in 2nd person) and has really bad periods. Reader has been seeing Xilonen but it's not official yet. This fic is a bit personal to my sufferings with my period over the last few months.

Warnings: talks of periods, it gets detailed when describing how the cramps hurt, painkillers not working, symptoms associated with periods, atypical symptoms according to google but i deal with them every month so ???, swearing, R is insecure about having rough periods. Originally the pronouns were going to be she/they in the fic but wasn't sure how well that translates, so... I wrote this for me😅

Fic under the cut, don't repost my stuff on other platforms, i have ao3.

Originally you thought you had over-done it when helping Kinich with some deliveries. Maybe Ajaw had been right about you dragging him down, affecting his efficiency. At least over-doing it would explain why you felt so worn out when you tried to get out of bed the next day.

Maybe you had eaten something that didn't agree with you. Maybe that was the reason why you could feel cramps in your abdomen, front, back, sides... like you were being stabbed from all angles with sharp weapons that Xilonen had crafted. She could make anything anyone wanted as long as they filled out the form well enough for her to understand.

It wasn't food you ate, or just regular over-doing it working. It was your period's warning signs. Signs that you began to recognise before it was too late. Unfortunately, nobody else had recognised them. Not even the woman you were seeing, whose workshop you would often visit if she wasn't sunbathing up a tree or napping somewhere.

The stabbing pains weren't extinguished by any of your attempts for painkillers. You were trying to be careful, but the first few days were always hell, and your only other option was what Chuychu had suggested as a remedy. It was better than nothing, but you forgot to pick up the remedy she suggested.

"Well, fuck me I guess..." you grumbled, leaning your arms on the table to try and block out the aches. The world was getting fuzzy, but you needed to try eat something. You were usually at Xilonen's workshop by now, but walking hurt horridly, barely being able to focus on your surroundings.

The food you managed to find was tasteless, your stomach too busy cramping to want to digest any of it, and your tiredness made it even more bland. The shower you had taken before it all got worse was the only refuge, not getting too lightheaded this time at least.

Sobs tried to claw their way up your throat, but you choked them down with the closest glass of water in reach. The chalky taste almost choking you.

Enough was enough. Wobbling like a baby deer, you forced yourself to walk back to your room, curling up under the blankets, regardless of the thin layer of sweat coating your skin, or how cold your hands felt against you as you held yourself to try self-soothe.

///

Meanwhile, Xilonen was stuck in her workshop. Her attempt to wrap up everyone's commissions for the day had been usurped by the Pyro Archon. Her Archon had broken her sunglasses again and wanted a new pair as soon as possible.

Mavuika had gone from shouting outside of her workshop for her, to trying to discuss intricate details that were unnecessary for anything but the paperwork Xilonen required regular customers to fill out. Things for the Archon were a little different however... Mavuika loved to talk through her ideas, how the shape could be altered a bit, the frame bridge of the sunglasses could be adjusted a little... fine, fine, fine. On the condition that the archon didn't ruin them two days later. Or the bike that was constantly being revised and took her three months to build...

"Where's your personal peacemaker anyway?" Mavuika enquired playfully, a smirk on her lips as she glanced around the workshop, wondering if Xilonen had hidden you somewhere.

"Uh, what? My personal what-now? Oh, because they stopped us arguing last time?" Xilonen frowned, recalling you had said she would see you tomorrow, yesterday, which was today, "honestly, I have no idea. They're usually here by now."

"Are they now?" Mavuika raised an eyebrow, smirking until Xilonen huffed.

"Do you want your sunglasses fixing or not, Mavuika? Because teasing me about my- the person I'm seeing isn't helping."

"You two aren't official yet?" Mavuika's curiosity spoke for itself, even as Xilonen distracted herself by looking at blueprints, the furnace, anything but to tell her archon about her relationship. "What happened?"

"They just thought that they overdid it yesterday when they were helping Kinich. Ajaw can be too much with them too. They'd usually be here by now..." Xilonen confessed, not usually one to want her stress to eat away at her. Maybe it was different with her when it came to you.

"How much work do you have left today?"

"Besides your sunglasses, nothing that can't be done tomorrow." Taking one glance at her comissioned work, she sighed, giving Mavuika a pointed look.

"Fine... go check on your lover. Ask them out and I'll forgive you for delaying my sunglasses until tomorrow."

"You're lucky you're the Archon." Xilonen gave rolled her eyes at Mavuika's teasing teasing, heading out of her workshop and making a beeline for where you lived.

///

The curtains of your house were still shut, and the delivery of fruit and vegetables that she could only assume was from Ifa was untouched on your doorstep.

Her knuckles against the door produced no sign of life, and kicking your door in wasn't exactly the greatest plan... but she could make you a new door, if she needed to.

Scouring her surroundings, Xilonen spotted the plants on your porch, unlike her own, they were budding with life. Nudging each pot carefully, she eventually found the key to your front door.

An empty glass and a plate covered in crumbs laid in the kitchen, abandoned. From what she could tell, the chair had fallen back from someone standing up, but there was no sign of you so far.

She knew where you slept, she had been there a few times, but you two had only made out a few times there. Never any further, especially when there was a lack of official titles for the relationship so far.

The door stood ajar, the curtains closed, and a blanket was half on the floor. Xilonen couldn't help the sigh that escaped her lips, spotting you curled up under another blanket, fast asleep.

Her footsteps quiet on the floor, Xilonen gently stroked your face, smiling as you began to stir with a whine.

"Mm... Xilonen?" your eyes barely opened, looking up at her tiredly as a tired smile crossed your face.

"How are you feeling?" the geo vision holder enquired, her hand resting on your forehead, noticing how warm you felt, "are you sick? Your forehead feels warm."

"No. I, ugh, I feel like a blood bath... and like my insides are being churned up in a bread mixer." You immediately grimaced, trying to hide under the blanket but any and all movements felt like you were being stabbed in the abdomen. "Sorry, that's so... too much information. You can go, I'll be fine."

"Is it usually this bad?" Xilonen shook her head, sitting on the edge of the bed to coax you out of the blanket.

"Usual painkiller remedies stopped working. Forgot to pick up a new one to try out... I'm sorry, this is all really gross. I didn't want you to see me like this." You fought back tears of frustration, trying to fight back the thoughts in your head, telling you that you had ruined everything. You really liked Xilonen, but being reduced to this once a month? You didn't blame her if she wanted to leave and not come back.

"Hey, it's okay. You're not gross, you just have really bad periods, onesleave you in bed all day." Xilonen replied, stroking your face as you looked at her with watery eyes.

"You came here during your work hours?"

"Well, you got me out of listening to Mavuika's sunglasses specifications again. Plus, I was worried about you. She noticed, and said her sunglasses could wait, so I made my way here." Xilonen explained, shuffling down to lay on the bed with you after removing her vision necklace so you'd both be more comfortable.

Burying your face in her chest, you held onto Xilonen to absorb her comfort, feeling her arms around you, holding you close. A soft rumble underneath you led to your eyes flickering, burying your face further into Xilonen as she purred, snuggling her face into the crown of your head.

"Do you want me to make you some food? It might help you feel better..." Xilonen proposed after a while, feeling you let out a soft sigh against her skin, "I brought in the fruit and vegetables that Ifa left on your doorstep."

"Okay, but can we stay like this a bit longer? You're hot, and you smell really nice." You sneakily moved your head up to press a kiss to her jaw, unable to reach her cheek.

"Oh, uh, thank you, sweetheart." Xilonen flustered, trying to fight against how her tail swept side to side, displaying how happy she was feeling.

"Was that too much?" you asked after a while, your eyes fluttering open to try gauge how Xilonen felt at your affection.

"No, no, it was fine, I like you a lot so, I'm not opposed to this. Especially these naps, it was about time for me to have one anyway. So having one with you, my- having one with you, is nice." Xilonen corrected herself quickly, a small smile creeping onto your face, but slightly moving yourself wiped it away with a pained grimace. Your body just had to remind you of your cramping.

"You can call me what you want, as long as it's not derogatory. Moving hurts, can we stay like this a bit longer?" your request was granted, as Xilonen answered by snuggling you closer, closing her eyes to go back to sleep. She'd like to call you hers, she thinks. But that conversation can wait a little longer, since it's time for a nap...

[mayasaurusss]

I want headcanons on dating a werewolf!lottie 🫡🫡🫡 like she would be an amazing werewolf so fluffy big and silly pls

A/N: Very sorry @sokestry, as always I started the headcanons without reading the full request before... I really should stop and think before doing these, but any other attempt I did today was MEDIOCRE so I kept this. I can make another set of headcanons more centered on the relationship, if you want! These past weeks have been rough on me, so blame university for my bad writing!

Warnings: fluff, implied start of relationship.

"Anyways, I'm sure there's nothing in it. You were probably just high. And why where you even there in the first place?" you joke half heartedly with Van. "And I continue to say, there was something! I am sure of it! And, that's none of your business". Van sits back in her chair, blushing slightly "Were you trying to recreate some scenes from your stupid slasher movies or were you hooking up with Tai?" Lottie joins the 'let's bother Van' game.

There was a rumor in town: the woods were haunted. Or at least, that's wat everyone who returned from them said. Couples which wanted to spend some 'fun time' togheter, groups of friends wanting to feel the thirll of something begin with them in the woods, all said the same.

At night, when everyone's asleep, something roams the woods, searching for introuders.

"Uh, let's not talk about that. I tell you, I heard something in the woods" she continues, "Yeah, yeah, sure. Whatever you say Van". That last phrase must have made her mad, 'cause her fists slam heavly on the table and her voice becomes slightly more loud than usual. "If you are that sure of yourself then, come on! Go! I want to see if your shit eating grin will still be there when you go into the woods!".

Lottie sips on her drink, "I think she's right. Besides, it's not safe to go out at night alone. Who knows which creeps are around".

Lottie, your... 'friend' has always been at your side, ever since the start of college. Lately, her demeanor has changed: once she used to be more shy and reserved but her personality has taken a new turn around two months ago. Now, she couldn't stop begin around you and trying to protect you. Probably, Van's challenge was making her uncomfortable.

"What, are you a chicken?" Van ignores Lottie, "You will understand what I'm talking about once you go there".

The moon is high in the sky tonight, like a giant white marble piercing through the dark. The air feels cold, too freezing to be an early summer evening.

You try not to mind the countless of spines slashing at your irritated skin, which by now has started to leave a faint trail of blood down your leg.

Annoyance fills your brain and you mentally face palm yourself: you should have known that it was a bad idea agreeing to Van's.

No matter, you're here now.

The woods are eerily queit. The air feels suddenly thick and heavy. Every sound the forest made before has gone queit and there's onyl the sound of your own breath. And that of a branch snapping behind you.

The blood in your veins freezes and you halt your movments. How the fuck can a branch snap on it's own?

You quickly whip your head around to be met by a pair of golden eyes. You can't make out what this thing is, just that big.

It hunches over you, almost kneeling on the ground, trapped in between the pine branches.

Tired of it's position, it shrugs off and stands on it's back legs. Now you can make it more clearly: it's tall, really tall.

You tell your libms to move, to run, to spend every single amout of energy you have left to make a run for it. Anything to stay alive, anything at all. But you don't, you can't.

Your limbs feel like lead and your body is almost paralized, like a deer in headlights.

The creature ducks under a high branch and comes back up stumbling over it's legs. It's so tall that it can't move as freely has it wants. Nevertheless, it's agile enough to be in front of you in seconds.

For how much you can see, it's covered in fur and has a long mound.

It releases a puff of air on your face, like it's releasing some kind of tension from it's chest. It comes even closer, as if it's any more possible, and now you're eyeing it's chest. Close enough that you can see each individual fur and how the night breeze moves it.

Unconciusly you meet it's eyes, expecting to find something horrifying, something that will tear your face open; only to be meet with what looks to be a... dog.

A big, giant, fluffy dog. Well, it resembles more a brownish wolf. It has an eerie human look to it, like it can understand your fear completely.

It's has deep brown eyes -the yellow colour must've been the reflection of the fallen flashlight-, on it's forehead there's a small scar without any fluff covering it.

The big, giant, fluffy dog gets closer to you, it starts to smell around your face. It's attentive, trying to unederstand if you are a threath or not. If it knows you, or not.

You look in diesbelief when the big, giant, fluffy dog starts to wave it's tail behind it's back. In just a matter of seconds, it's on you: all that you can feel is it's fur on you, heavy breathing, the thump of it's tail and an occasional lick on your face.

With curiosity, you reach a hand behind it's left ear and scratch.

The creature falls to it's side and for a second you think it got hurt in some way, but it has adjusted so that you can pet it's belly.

When you do, it's starts to let out some light wines of approval. And you are even more confused.

You'd wish you could stay here longer, that you could spend more time with this thing -for how crazy that sounds- but you're getting cold -that's on you for not bringing a jacket- and most importantly, you fear that if you accidentally do the wrong move, the next thing that that thing will do is ripping your guts open.

You wait for the creature to be comfortable enough, then, ever so slowly you get up, careful to not upset it -or to not stomp on it's tail-.

Just some minutes later, it wakes up. Cold and alone.

The morning after your little adventure, you're begin pestered by Van, "So? Is Miss 'I'm not scared of anything' convinced now? Or did you chiken out?".

You can't let her know she was right, or you'd never hear the end of it.

"I'm not sure what you saw, but I didn't see nor heard anything" you say while trying not to show your nervousness. "Yeah sure. You have an habit of lying; I remember when we saw 'The Conjuring'. You acted all cool then the day aft-"

Lottie falls heavly on the chair next to yours and hides her face in her arms.

Both you and Van look at eachother before turning to Lottie, "Hey Lottie? Sweetie? Is everything ok?" she visibly shudders at the pet name, but tries to play it off. "Yes...Just a bit tired, that's all".

Lottie has a strange look to herself today. During summer she usually wears one of those skimpish outfits of hers, but today she's covered head to toe. It looks like she hasn't slept all night.

"Uhm... ok...if you say so", Lottie seems stranger than usual. She's looking at you with a certain sparkle in her eyes. And, as if you hurt her somehow.

Some weeks go by with Lottie behaving ever so strangely. When you've had enough, you decide to crash at her house without telling her both to see what's she's been up to and to make her annoyed.

It's eight pm when you climb and knock on Lottie's window, startling the poor girl. She's wearing a black tank top and a pair of shorts. She looks almost angry at the fact that you're here.

"Why are you here?" she huffs at you while falling back on her bed. "Oh come on Lottie. You've been acting weirder than usual, I just wanted to check ok you. That's what friends do".

A small whine leaves Lottie, "We... We are not friends". Freezing your movements, you look back at her. "What are we then, Lottie?"

She's about to answer you, when her words die in her throat. A shiver travels up her body as her body starts to morph.

When you try to get closer to her and help, she shows you back on her bed and tries to run away from you. But her legs are too weak.

You watch as your best friend becomes something else. The second she starts to change, something in your mind snaps and links everything together.

The transformation is so terrifying that you can't watch. When you look back, your best friend has morphed into the creature from the woods.

She looks almost ashamed of herself, trying to make herself become smaller and to evade your eyes. Her tail fits snugly into her legs while from her throat leave whines.

She almost jumps up when she feels your hand on her. You ran your fingers on her brownish fur while holding her.

You try to not show your terror, and hold her closer than possible.

"Don't worry... You're ok...". You stay with her until morning, when her body becomes hers again.

As soon as she returns back to normal, Lottie throws her arms on your shoulders and snugs into your neck. Tears stain your shirt and she sobs uncontrollably "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I-I'm this ugly thing... I was... I was scared of hurting you. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I did".

You sit in silence, trying to comfort her at the best of your abilities.

"So... Why did you jump on me that night?" Lottie's breath halts and you can feel her cheeks heating up on your skin.

"Huh... You really like me then!" Lottie shudders in your arms "Stooop".

[stefanmikaleson1864]

I’m here for you

Joe Velasco X Reader 

A/N: I hope everyone enjoys this !! If you like my work please comment like and reblog it means a lot to see interactions on my work. 

Y/N POV 

Me and Joe had this will they wont they thing going on for a while now. You felt like the vibes were there but it was hard because he was a quiet guy. 

You also were a little reserved so no one had the guts to talk to each other. But slowly by surely the two of you opened up to each other. Talking and texting every chance you got.

It had only been a couple of months and you were head over heels in love.  

Lately thought he had gone through a rough patch and you were trying to be there for him without stepping on toes.

 Olivia our captain was against me even talking to him. Which i personally didn’t understand. 

I Mean I know what he was accused of but i think we all deserve the benefit of the doubt.

 I mean just become someone decided to secretly record an interview we should all turn on him. I feel like he deserved to tell his side of the story. 

I let everyone in the unit how I was feeling about the situation which was causing a lot of heat in the unit. 

“Y/N what did I tell you about staying away” Captain Benson asked. 

“All i did was text him to make sure he was doing that’s all” I said 

“You disobeyed my orders i told you flat out no communication” She said 

“I didn’t ask about the case or anything he’s my friend I ‘m not going to turn my back on him especially when he needs people now” I said in a defensive manner. 

Cap just looked at me and I could tell she was trying to find the right next words to say to me. 

“Listen to me I am saying this because you are a great detective and you have a great career ahead of you and you need to stay focused okay” She told me 

The words she said to me kind of irritated me a little bit but i kept my composer and bit my tongue. I didn’t want to start a fight and cause more tension. 

“I understand cap” was all you could muster out at the moment. 

“Your dismissed the days over just go home and get some rest and think about what I said.” She said. 

“Yes Ma’am thank you” I said 

She put her glasses on and started pulling some papers out of her giant stack she had and started focusing on them. 

Finn and Amanda both looked at me with worried look on their faces. I think when I walked out I looked a little mad and upset. 

“You know she’s right you just gotta focus on you at the moment” Amanda said 

Something in you broke a little and what ever you had been pushing down had worked it way up.

Because you looked over at them sitting in their desk and then spoke out 

“I find that a bit ironic considering your history of dating you and Nick Aamaro and then getting pregnant by Lt Murphy who you were under by the way. Me and Velscao are friends and im finding it pretty messed up that were just supposed to turn our back on a friend” You snapped. 

Finn looked surprised as hell and Amanda was taken back and not sure on what to say next. Which you didn’t even bother giving her the chance.

You quickly gathered your stuff and then headed out. In the background you heard Finn say 

“Just let go and let’s go home” He said 

You walked out the squad room and headed downstairs. You were to worked up to even wait for the elevator. 

You ran down the stairs and then headed out the front door. The fresh air hitting you in the face made you instantly feel a little better. You just headed to the car and threw your stuff in. 

You didn’t even think about going home you just began driving. You tried to clear your head to make you feel a little better. ]

Your stomach started growling and you decided to stop for some dinner. There was a local diner that Joe introduced you to. 

You pulled up and got out and walked in . It was pretty quiet and you were thankful for not having to deal with people. 

You sat in the booth you and Joe always sat in. You were looking at the menu but not really even paying attention. 

You tried to push back frustration tears from everything going on. Suddenly a man wearing a hoodie sat across from you which scared the crap out of you

“Omg what the hell” You asked 

You heard a familiar laugh and then calmed down immediately when you realized who it was. 

“Joe what the hell are you doing here” You asked 

You looked up at him he gave you a sad look. 

“I guess i just wanted to see you”  He said 

“Yeah me to but how did you know I was here” You asked 

“Because I know you I figured you were just getting off of work and was probably hungry so you came here and sat in our booth” Joe said 

You blushed and smiled at him knowing you so well. Or were you that predictable you thought 

“How are you with everything” You asked 

“It’s been hard you know having to turn on Chilli and not also you know” Joe said

“ you know what” You asked 

“Not being able to talk to you. You have no idea how long I have been wanting to talk to you and see you it killed me” Joe said

“It’s not fair that Cap thinks she can just dictate our personal lives you know I missed you to a lot I have been wanting to see you It killed me too not beng able to see you” You told him. 

“I don’t want to bring you down with me” Joe said 

“You wouldn’t do that I’m here for everything the good and the bad” You said grabbing his hand. 

He took your hand and looked up at you and smiled and gave your hand a squeeze. 

“I’m here for you always” you said to him 

“I know and that’s the problem he said

Your face kind of dropped and it was hard not to feel hurt. 

Joe noticed your face and took his other hand and grabbed your free one and squeezed both of them together. 

“It’s not like that i don’t wanna drag you down with me I love you to much” He said 

You gave him a surprised look followed by a smile 

“You love me” You questioned 

He laughed a little bit.

“I’m being serious” you said pouting 

“I know me to I’m trying to tell you I love you. Like more than friends you know and I don’t wanna be the reason your career goes up in flames” He said 

“Listen here Joe Velscao” you said 

“Oh my whole government name it’s serious” Joe said smiling 

“Shut the hell up and listen I love you so much and you are the best part of me and I am a better person and detective because of you know and I know it’s only been a couple of month but when you know you know and I just know” You said rambling towards the end. 

Joe leaped towards you and kissed you hard. You kissed him back and you were both smiling in each other’s faces. 

The kiss broke and he sat down. 

“Listen Y/N i love you so much and like you said when you know you know and I do feel that way about you which is why I wanna protect you” Joe said 

“I’m here i’m a big girl we are going to figure this out together but you gotta tell me the truth that stuff you said in the tapes was it true” You asked 

“Yeah it is but to a point i’m clean I never touched drugs ever but with the dad and son Chilli covered my ass and I owe that to him to help and try and cover his” Joe said 

“I know you feel like that but you also know what ever is going on in the past you gotta close the wound and it should be on your time not anyones else’s okay but you know what the right thing to do is” You said 

“I know I know your right and i know what i gotta do i just don’t the accusations and the rush to judgement” Joe said 

“I get that and I agree that’s not fair to you and you shouldn’t have to prove who you are after all the hard work you been doing. But this is where we are so you need to go and sit down and talk to Oliva and be honest with everything and let the cards fall where they do” You said 

“Yeah you're probably right and I know it’s just hard actually doing it” Joe said 

“I will go in with you tomorrow okay i got you. You won’t go in there alone.” You said 

“Thank you” Joe said squeezing my hand

“Now let’s eat I’m hungry that’s the whole reason why i’m here” You said laughing 

“Yes Ma’am” Joe said 

The waitress came back over and the two of you ordered. Of course she knew what you were getting because it was the same old thing. 

“So uh after this little confession is this considered a date” You asked 

Joe’s face lit up red and he looked up at you and smiled. 

“Nah trust me you deserve a much better place than this for our first official date” He said 

“Oh you don’t know what you just walked yourself into. Because i am going to take you to the most expensive restaurant i can in New York” You said laughing 

“Oh you the person who orders the most basic food ever you wouldn’t even eat the nice food so good luck with that” Joe said laughing 

“Don’t worry about me” You said smirking. 

You both couldn’t contain your laughter of that. Joe really loosened up and relaxed and you both dropped the work conversation after that. T

alking about everything from your favorite shows you would watch together. 

The food came out just a little bit later and you both shoved your faces with food. It was either really good or you were really hungry.

The rest of the night you both laughed and talked. You also couldn’t help but wonder how Liv was going to take you defying her orders but that didn’t matter right now. 

Because there is no one else you would rather be with than Joe. Nothing could keep the two of you apart from each other. 

No matter what happed the two of you would always be there for each other 

[kitcat992]

Just wanted to stop by and let you know that I was thinking of you and sincerely hope life is being kind ❤️

I’ve read a few Irondad fics lately that have been so well articulated and beautifully written, and they’ve reminded me of your stories. But your work will always be the GOAT to me. Everything else I read is always compared to your version of the MCU, because that’s canon in my opinion.

I secretly love that your stories keep going, that Identity Within is still a WOP, because parting with a finished story when you reach the end… a story that you’ve grown to love and formed a bond with… it’s really hard to say goodbye. It feels a little like grief if I’m being honest.

I’ve lived in the joy of knowing that there’s no permanent end (yet) to the Identity Series for years now, and I’m actually really grateful that I haven’t had to read an ending or experience that final farewell.

I just wanted you to know that your work is so appreciated, and while I’m sure it weighs on you sometimes that the updates take a while and the series has been ongoing for a few years, it actually brings me so much comfort ❤️ You deserve to know that you make that difference for someone.

Life is being....SOMETHING to me 😅😫😩So when I say that this message rejuvenated the very essence of my soul, I truly mean it ❤️❤️❤️

I've had some very rough nights recently, thanks to the wonders of ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ stress ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟI've got front row tickets to the "when it rains, it pours" show, and to add onto that, I started a whole new career where I'm *running a freaking business.* Yeah, sleep doesn't really happen as often as it should for me.

And because I'm still trying to sleep, I don't keep my mind operating at such a capacity that I could do anything worthwhile other than watch Tiktoks re-read through my series for shits and giggles, because I wrote it having wanted to read these things, and now I can go back and have fun reading the story that was once all jammed packed into my head. And in doing this, I tend to remember comments that made my entire day, month, year, and so I go into my inbox and just....I just read all the comments, over and over again, with such a profound, appreciative, ecstatic, blessed feeling in my heart.

The love that everyone has had for this series is what makes me still so deep in love with it today. And hearing that from people like you, who are so kind to take a minute of your time and express these things as if it were your first time ever reading the story...god, a girl couldn't be anymore lucky. Truly, #hashtag blessed.

My free time is far and few inbewteen these days (why did I decide to go run a freaking business 😳) but I promise you, no job will ever take this series away from me. I'm far too excited for everything that's yet to come, still to be written, and needs to be told, that I'll never leave this piece unfinished. Knowing that the pace it's taken isn't something that bother people does ease my nerves and calm me a bit, and I thank you so very much for expressing that and all the love alongside with it.

Chapter 9, Bachelor Party, is one BEAST of a chapter that's nearing closer and closer to finished every day. I hope for an update within the month or two. It contains a whooping 17 characters in a single scene, with character interactions we damn right deserved in the MCU. 2/3rds of the way done and and I think my inability to control the word count says enough about what to expect.

These characters have gone through far too much to rush through chapters now. In fact, the more things go on, the richer things get -- and to know amazing people like you are along for the ride...that's just so dam nifty. ❤️❤️❤️

[doesicknss]

i just watched "single white female" and i can’t even describe how sick i feel. skin heating up, blood bubbling. stress, anger, hatred, it’s all i can feel. it even made me cry, not because i was sad, but out of pure anger. this movie brought up so much, reminded me of a time when someone tried to be me in every possible way. took me straight back to when i was fourteen, to this insane experience i had

i met this boy who seemed so interested in knowing everything about me, and i let him. i thought it was just a normal thing people do when they want to be friends. he asked all the right questions, knew how to be charming in that innocent way, and i guess i didn’t see it for what it was. but as the months passed, he started copying me, taking parts of my personality in a way that was honestly disturbing. it wasn’t just the way i talked or little phrases here and there. it was my mannerisms, my tone, even my exact poses in photos. he started mirroring me to a level that honestly felt creepy, but i didn’t say anything. i just told myself it wasn’t that big of a deal

then one day i saw a post that was almost an exact copy of one of my own, and that’s when i realized how far he’d gone. so i finally confronted him, told him how uncomfortable it made me, and asked him straight up why he was doing this. and he just said he wasn’t doing anything wrong, that i was the one who was crazy, that i was making it all up in my head. it was like he gaslit me on the spot. i had no choice but to block him

soon after, i found a facebook account with my name and photo, and some of my friends had even added it. i didn’t even think it could be that boy, but i warned everyone to report it. a day later, one of my exes messaged me asking why i’d made a new account and messaged him about ‘"fixing things" between us. he even sent a screenshot, and it was that same fake account. i couldn’t believe it. he’d literally made an entire profile to imitate me, to try to live as me. with constant reporting, i managed to get it taken down, but then i started getting threats from random accounts. eventually, i found out it was that same boy. he’d even used his own number on the fake profile. i was shocked by how far he was willing to go, how sick he had to be to want to get inside my life like that. he went as far as sending photoshopped pictures of me in obscene situations. thinking about it now, i realize how messed up that was. i was fucking fourteen. so fucking gross

and what blows my mind is that i never really talked about it with anyone, not even my mom. i just let it go, let it disappear out of my mind like it was something that didn’t matter. but this movie brought it all back, and it reminded me of other times people have done similar things. maybe not as extreme, but always trying to mimic my personality. it’s like some people just see someone and start picking up their personality traits, like it’s normal, like it’s totally okay to just absorb someone else’s life. it makes me feel so uncomfortable. i’m not even that cool or anything, and even if someone thinks i am, i don’t want them trying to imitate me. be yourself for god's sake. i just want to scream, shake people out of this idea that they have to be someone else to feel worth something

sometimes i wonder how messed up someone’s mind has to be to try to become another person, to mimic their mannerisms, their tastes, their likes, and act like them down to every detail. it makes me wonder what’s missing in them that they feel the need to live through someone else's identity. and it honestly terrifies me because what if i meet someone like that again and don’t even realize it until it’s too late what if it happens all over again i don’t care if someone’s going through a rough time, if they’re lost, depressed, whatever, it doesn’t make it okay to try to become someone else. it’s sad, sure, but more than that, it’s infuriating. i can’t understand it, and honestly, i don’t even know why i’m saying all of this. i just needed to get it off my chest, needed to say it out loud because it’s been sitting in my mind for so long. this anger, this discomfort. people need to hear it, maybe even realize it’s not okay to do this, not ever

[stellasolaris]

Hello! I hope you're having a wonderful weekend ❤ I know this might be silly of me but I have been accidentally on toxic social media and got to see a lot of sad negativity, I thought of your blog and how you are always fair even if you don't like something in specific and this is maturity and great ❤ I am very glad to see someone so cool and talented on the fandom! I love reading your analysis too btw all this negativity came from hate towards the specialists and this is sad because I love them

(2/3) In past I had my reservations about Riven but re watches and your metas had me using my head fairly and now I love him more than before he is not even on my "least specialist fav" position I really got to see him as he is and thank for that, so if I could of course could I read your positive, but of course if you wanna say what you want and all I am 100% for that I really appreciate your fairness and level headed, observations about each specialist and them as a group and all official couples (3/3) I would be very happy! I'm a huge Skloom (is that their name? ;-;) Florelia Brella lover but all of them are great for me, of course this is just a silly request I am happy either way the way your blog came to mind when I was in an unfair and dare I say full of lies toxic place for a cute fairy cartoon is already a good help when I thought of your blog it came like "this is how someone express fairly their views" thank you so much just for being here! You bring tons of sunshine ❤

hi anon! that's very sweet of you to say, thank you so much for your kind and thoughtful words. 🩵 my sincerest apologies for the late response. these past few months have been very rough, but I'm hoping to get back into the swing of things soon.

so glad to hear that you have warmed up to riven. I know he's not everyone's cup of tea, which is absolutely fine, but as a riven stan, it's nice to see people appreciate him for who he is and who he is not. it means a lot to know that my posts have helped you reflect on his character and view him differently.

sorry to hear that you have witnessed a lot of hate for characters that you like. some people can unfortunately be unnecessarily rude, and from my experience, it is often these people who have baseless opinions or conjecture. for example, with brandon, some people on tiktok act as if he's the worst character in the show, which has never made any sense to me. hope you've found a way to filter out the hate!

some of your messages may not have gone through. please feel free to send me another ask if you have any requests!

[regenderate-fic]

When I Run Away (You're Who I Run To): Epilogue

main post read on ao3

Word Count (Chapter): 1,190

NOTES: sorry to make you all wait so long for this… but behold! epilogue!

this is by far the longest fic i've ever finished, so thank you to everyone who's read this far <3 it's been really fun to see people's responses every week, and i hope you like this as an attempt to tie it all up.

i have a bunch of other ideas in the works, too, although some of them are pretty far off from this! but keep an eye out if you want to see the roseyazclara disaster throuple fic OR the tenrose figure skating au <3

UPDATE: I (30F) might be in love with my roommate (29F). What am I supposed to do? - u/throwRAjustgoodfriends

Okay, I’m mostly here because everyone else involved thought it would be funny to see the responses. If you don’t remember my last post, basically I thought I was straight but had just realized I had a thing for my best friend (“Lily”).

First of all, there’s not much point in the pseudonym, considering the “friend” whose place we were staying at (hi, Penny) found the post and figured out who I was talking about right away. So I’ll just call her Rose, considering that’s her name.

Second of all, thanks to whoever crossposted to Instagram, because Rose doesn’t use Reddit. But she saw it on Instagram, and long story short, everyone was right. She was totally into me, had been for years, and I can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner. (Rose and Penny both want to “enter into the record” that *they* can believe it.) Not much about our relationship has changed, to be honest, but it feels really great to finally understand how I feel. And the extra cuddling isn’t half bad, either.

That’s not where it ends, either. Somehow I’ve gone from someone who couldn’t admit I was into women to someone who has two girlfriends? We’d been spending a lot of time with Penny (she owns the shop across the street, and she was going through a rough time), and I suppose you might say one thing led to another.

All of this is to say that everything in my life has gotten much better in the last six months. I didn’t really realize this was possible when I posted. Thank you to everyone who commented on the first post, but especially Penny, of course. And if you’re ever in London, check out Bad Wolf Body Shop (and TARDIS Bakery)! 

Yaz leaned back, lifting her hands from the keyboard. “Good?” she asked.

Rose and Penny leaned in on either side of her, scanning the words on the screen. Rose nodded, but Penny gave her a sidelong look. “Where’s the bit about how incredibly sexy your newest girlfriend is?”

Yaz rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I’m posting.” 

“No, wait!” 

But it was too late: Yaz had hit the post button. She wrapped an arm around Penny’s shoulders until Penny fell across her lap, displacing the laptop—fortunately, Rose had the presence of mind to move it to the coffee table before leaning her head on Yaz’s shoulder with a contented sigh. Yaz smiled. 

“Time for bed?” she asked. 

They were still all piling into Rose’s bed most nights, even though the necessity was no longer there—Ace had gone and filled one of the rooms in Bill’s flat after one of Bill’s roommates broke their lease. She still came over most afternoons, of course, but she slept somewhere else, and theoretically Yaz could’ve slept in her bed again. In practice, though, she’d gotten used to sharing a too-small bed with Rose and Penny, and then Rose had caved and found them a bigger bed. So tonight, they sprawled out, one of Yaz’s arms flung across Penny, brushing against Rose’s side, and one of Penny’s legs slung over Yaz’s hip. Yaz pulled the blanket up to her chin, reveling in the knowledge that not only was she sitting in such coziness, but she was used to it. She borderline took it for granted. 

She fell asleep quickly, and woke up slowly. She blinked open her eyes and turned her head to see the summer sun, shining through the curtains, turning Rose’s hair gold. Penny was gone already: she’d gone back to her full time hours a couple months ago, and on days she worked she was out of bed first. Sometimes Yaz would wake up to her alarm, and she’d give Penny a bleary kiss before rolling over and falling back asleep; today, though, she’d missed it. 

She checked the time on her phone. There were five minutes before her own alarm went off. That was the best sort of morning. It meant Yaz could roll over, cuddle up next to Rose, and shut her eyes again for just a little longer. 

Her alarm went off, and Yaz sat up. She poked at Rose and laughed when Rose batted her away.

“Get up so we can get coffee,” she said. 

Rose groaned, but she pushed herself up on her elbows. “Fine.”

Ace was behind the counter when they came in. Her jacket had a new patch, Yaz noticed, a cartoonish “BOOM!” design. 

“D’you like it?” Ace asked, looking down at the patch. “Bill gave it to me. Said she had an extra.” She turned her grin on Yaz and Rose. “Penny’s in the back.”

“I’m where?” Penny had appeared in the doorway, balancing a tray of muffins on the hand not holding her cane. When she saw Yaz and Rose, her confused expression turned to a wild grin. “Oh! You’re here! D’you want a muffin?”

“Pretty sure you’re supposed to sell those,” Yaz pointed out.

Penny rolled her eyes. “Fine. D’you want to buy a muffin?”

“Dunno,” Rose said. “What’s in ‘em?” 

“Chocolate, mostly,” Penny said. “Bit of cinnamon, for the kick. Ace mixed the batter.”

“Yeah, all right,” Rose decided. 

Penny grinned. She slid the tray into the display case before using tongs to pluck a muffin off it. Before she could drop it into a bag, she looked up at Yaz. “Yaz? One for you?”

“Okay.” 

Penny put two muffins into the bag and slid it across the counter, and then she came around the counter herself to plant a kiss on each of their cheeks. 

“Good service around here,” Yaz noted, barely suppressing her grin.

“Only the best,” Penny promised. “See you later?”

Yaz and Rose both nodded. And Penny made good on the promise: that afternoon, Yaz finished a tattoo and walked out into the waiting room with her client to see Penny sprawled across three seats, trying to convince Amy that brightly colored feathers were going to be the new fashion trend. 

“Maybe for you,” Yaz said, tapping at Penny’s legs until she swung them to the floor, leaving room for Yaz to sit down. “I think I’ll be keeping my wardrobe feather-free.”

Rose’s head popped into the room. “Oh, are we having a party?”

“You’ve got a client in fifteen minutes,” Amy told her.

“That’s loads of time,” Rose replied. She sat herself down on Yaz’s lap, just like she always had—only now she was in the habit of slinging her arm around Penny’s shoulders, too, which always made Yaz feel like she had fit herself snugly into a three-person puzzle. It was strange: Yaz’s life had only been like this for six months, but somehow it felt like the only way it had ever been, the only way it could be. Here, in her shop, with the people she loved. 

She let her head rest on Penny’s shoulder, let her arm tighten around Rose’s waist, and felt a smile sneak onto her face. If she was lucky, she thought, she would have this forever.

[umlewis]

Brazil 2007 - Post-quali press conference

Interviewer: "Lewis, second on the grid, but on the front row. That's the important thing. Are you happy with that?" Lewis: "Yes, absolutely. It's a good qualifying session for me, and I had a good battle with Felipe with the times and he did a fantastic job to get pole, but it was quite straightforward and the car was very good. I was very happy with it, so turning to tomorrow, we sit in a good position." Interviewer: "And on the left-hand side of the grid. In theory is that still the dirty side? Or is it not so dirty here?" Lewis: "I haven't really thought about it, actually. It's my first time here, so I don't really know, but I'm guessing it's dirty because the track is new. And I don't know about you, but I've not seen many cars come across to this side of the track, so I assume it's going to be quite dirty, but we'll do the best job we can." Interviewer: "What about the tires? Kimi said they're on the limit. Are they on the limit for you, as well?" Lewis: "Yes, I think it's pretty much the same across the whole paddock. We were all on soft tires, and I think the track is getting better and better in terms of grip level, but graining is the problem for everyone." Interviewer: "And you said you were very relaxed a few days ago. Are you the same now?" Lewis: "Yes, it must be the foodI've been having..." Massa: "Keep on eating it…" Lewis: "Yeah, I'm fully relaxed and I feel very comfortable in the car and it's gone very well. Front row is what we needed."

[QUESTIONS FROM THE FLOOR:]

(Ian Parkes – The Press Association) Lewis, bearing in mind all the criticising and whingeing that Fernando has done of late, which has led to a scrutineer in the McLaren garage today, I wonder how it feels to beat him fair and square? LH: It is always good to beat your team-mate in any circumstances and you know we approached this weekend with both of us challenging for the world championship and I don't know for what reason he is P4, but I think we are both doing a good job. For sure, it is nice to be ahead of your team-mate and that is always your goal and for the team we want to be right at the front, so we still have some work to do.

(Anne Giuntini – L'Equipe) For Lewis. For everybody it is evident that twice you disturbed Kimi. Is everything good to become a world champion? LH: To be honest there is no reason for me to do anything to Kimi because if anything he can win…

(inaudible from the audience) LH: Well, I came out of the pits and the guys said that, obviously, because Fernando was behind me and I could not hold him up in the pits… So I came out of the pit lane and they said you will come out close to Kimi and I came out and when you are at that sort of speed your mirrors are vibrating and so you cannot see too much and then I realised that he was very, very close and so I slowed down and I noticed I can't attack the corner like he was, so I backed out and he went past me.

(Anne Giuntini – L'Equipe) …You never showed him clearly that you would give him the track free? LH: What do you want me to do? Put the indicator on?

(Anne Giuntini – L'Equipe) You know exactly… LH: I did the best job I could to get out of the way. And I did apologise to him if I did get in his way.

(Anne Giuntini – L'Equipe) Is that what you call the best job? LH: Yes.

(Anne Giuntini – L'Equipe) As a sportsman? LH: Yes, how are you at your job? Are you the best at your job? You have never made mistakes… No?

(Anne Giuntini – L'Equipe) Sometimes… LH: Oh really.

(Dan Knutson – National Speed Sport News) Again for Lewis. You have been a part of the McLaren family for about ten years but now for the last 10 months you have been part of the F1 team. Please describe how your relationship has grown and changed now that you are actually inside the team? LH: I think like with any relationship it has been growing throughout the year and I think through rough times that I had in life how they stuck by me and through all the sun we had this year we have worked extremely hard to improve the car and challenge for the world championship and we have gone through some hard times and we have all stuck together. So, for sure the bond has grown and we get on as good as ever, so I am going to continue to try and do a good job for them and stay in their good books for sure.

(Ian Gordon – News of the World) Lewis, while we have been here, there has been a racism row back home following comments made by the head of the Spanish motorsport federation. I wondered what your feelings were about that? LH: I haven't heard anything.

(Ian Gordon – News of the World) Basically, he said that Britain is a racist country and it is ironic that we should now be, that is nine million people, in front of our TVs tomorrow to support you winning your final race. LH: Quite surprised by it, but you know they have their right to their own opinion and we just have to rise above it.

(Ian Gordon – News of the World) Do you see yourself as a role model for the whole of the youngsters in Britain if you are crowned champion, not just one particular part? LH: Yes, of course. I am not just going into this thinking I am going to be a role model only for black people. I hope it opens doors for everyone. Just me being in F1 I hope it opens doors for all cultures and all ethnic groups.

(Ian Parkes – The Press Association) Lewis, just to clarify after the ridiculous exchange that you just had, do you feel that you did an absolutely honest job today and if you win the world title do you feel that you will do so honestly? LH: Yes, I do. For sure I am going to be accused of something, but honestly I am here this weekend and I need to do a completely clean job and that means just getting up and doing a good job and not making mistakes and not being investigated for some things and that is what we are trying to do as a team and myself and if anything Kimi can win this and that would be good for us and obviously it would be good to beat him but I have most of all got to beat Fernando. But I honestly came in afterwards and he mentioned that and I said I apologised if I got in your way but you know I honestly did not think he was that close behind me, so I was going to take the corner but I really would have screwed his lap, so I moved over and I stayed where I was and braked and I don't feel I have hindered his lap as I did get out of the way.

(Anne Giuntini – L'Equipe) Let us continue the ridiculous exchange… Do you think you can do everything you want and then you just apologise – is that the way it works in Formula One? LH: I'm not going to answer that.

(inaudible)> LH: Not really, I just don't want to talk to you to be honest.

[butterbabyflapjack]

god i've been sleeping on this for so long. I found the beginning of this fic in my drafts tho and thought I'd post it - WARNING for violence, sexually explicit content, and non-con. (also this is a rough draft so don't judge me too hard teehee ♡)

The Entity only dragged you here a month ago, and already you’ll never be the same. No matter how many times you taste death, you still fear it, and no matter how many times these killers chase you, you still fear them.

Wherein Joey becomes obsessed with you, but Frank can't leave Joey alone with his toys–especially when that unfortunate toy is as fun to play with as you.

It’s so cold.

Even with your jeans, your light coat, you’re not dressed for this. Frigid air still biting at what little skin you have revealed, just as fear nips icy fangs across at your heart.

Everyone is gone. 

Everyone but you. 

And some nasty, crawling feeling inside your gut screamed that things were wrapping up just like Joey wanted them to.

Because you’d seen him. Earlier, when everyone else was still around. You’d seen him, watching you try and fail to fix a generator. Nearly jumped out of your skin in stumbling back from how his darkened silhouette suddenly appeared, just outside the broken window of the dilapidated shack in which you worked. Falling backward on the cold wood floor as your pulse jolted in fear that he would chase you, and instead the fucker just… 

He just watched you.

Standing there. Silent amidst the flurries. His mask an icy phantom beneath the low cowl of his hood, while the wind howled coldly round him, so at odds with the heat of his shrouded gaze, with how it felt to trail across your skin, your shape...

He merely stood there watching you. Perusing you, it felt. Before, as moments passed, slipping off without a word into the chill of the trees; a skull-faced apparition. His visage stolen by the gloom of the surrounding cold. Each bootfall as silent and soft and steady as the hush of snow that blanketed this horrid realm you’d been dragged to only a month ago.

He hadn’t seemed in a hurry.

Even when he saw you repairing that gen.

Why didn’t he stop you? Hurt you? Chase you? In any way slow you down?

You’d refused to give it much thought then, having more than enough to worry about. But now that you’re alone…

Now it feels more threatening. More uncertain. More strange. Like it was purposeful. Like he was planning something.

You need to get the fuck out of here.

Your eyes strain through the cold, snowdrift crackling beneath your feet.

Your only hope of escaping this frigid hellscape is to somehow find the hatch. Where is it? It has to be around here–please be around here–you’ve checked everywhere else.

All at once, your footfalls pause as you think you hear the hatch's telltale hum. Ears craning for that wanted, familiar sound.

...There!

There–!

Like a smoking chasm, a wound to the world itself, you spot it spewing smog far in distance before you; lungs seizing as you start to run.

You hear too late those muted steps behind you.

Steel slices wind as it slashes through you, so swift you barely feel it; pain creeping its way across your senses only after you’ve cried out in shock, only after red heat spills down between your fleeing shoulder blades, soaking through your coat. 

You stumble, your next step slipping on ice. Barely catching yourself on bruising knees and palms as you attempt to crawl away, to crawl forward, to pick yourself up again and run–not looking back because you know what’s there to find you.

Joey kicks you in the ribs before you can even get one foot solidly on the frozen ground, and with a grunt you topple over yourself, rolling onto your side.

He's on you in what feels like an instant, though his measured steps are slow. One large hand wrapped around the custom grip of his karambit, painted red with you, while his other dark-gloved hand toys with the chain-led padlock dangled at his hip, metal clinking against the worn fabric of his jeans. 

His eyes are barely seen within the sockets of his skeletal balaclava, and yet you know he watches you like a famished wolf might a fat and wounded doe.

“You’re new,” he says. His voice is rough, scraping up his throat, and it’s the first time you’ve heard him speak, the first time you’ve heard him make any sound at all beyond his grunts and winded groans while chasing you. But you’d always gotten away, those few times you’d ever seen him. Ever faced him. Fled him. Had always slipped from out his stretching fingers.

Always until now.

You twist your desperate gaze back toward the hatch spewing smoke far in the distance in front of you, only for Joey to kick you hard in the ribs again, tutting above how you whimper in pain, a moan dying in your throat.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” he says, as your terrified gaze draws up to him once more.

Something in him shudders; his gaze a dark sheen, bright as black flame.

“That’s right…”

Boots twisting on snow, he roots himself atop you, one leg on either side of your hips. And as you struggle on instinct to get away, to scramble out breathlessly from under him, he roughly pins your stomach to the ground beneath one heavy, snow-worn combat boot; grinding his heel harshly into the small of your wounded back.

“Where are you going?” he lightly wonders, something fevered beneath his breath. Thrumming to himself, a contented jackal, as you struggle beneath his boot whilst failing to crawl out from beneath the deadlock of his weight. 

Outside your vision, you sense the lean muscle of him shift. Sense his eyes perhaps trailing after yours, out toward that opened hatch spewing smoke in the distance.

“Oh,” he hums, as though to hum were a form of laughter. His interest returning slowly to you, your hopelessness. “I see… You still think there’s a chance you’re getting out of this, don’t you…?”

With the sound of his exhaled smirk, he lowers himself down to one knee atop you. The ground seeming to bend beneath his weight as his knee replaces his boot, pressing into you, between your wounded shoulder blades, and you cry out as you’re reminded how deep he’s cut you.

He snares you by the nape, long fingers nearly wrapping fully round the back of your throat.

“That’s so cute it hurts.”

Without warning, he rips your head skyward, then slams it down into the snow-encrusted ground.

Your whole world rattles, pain bitten through gritting teeth. And, gripping to your scruff, he yanks your reeling head back up again.

His words warm your scratched and aching cheek as he lowers his masked face beside yours. “Are you going to behave for me now?”

You don’t want to respond. Don’t want to somehow satisfy him. But in truth, it's more fear instead of pride that keeps you silent. You don’t want to cry, either, but hot tears still seep through your trembling, cinched-shut lashes as you try to turn your face through the frozen dirt away from him.

The leash of his fingers in your hair tightens. “Is silence a ‘no’? It certainly sounds like one.”

His hand shifts toward your mouth, muting you, gripping your face as he twists your gaze back to his. And like a snake in search of something warm to sink its fangs in, his knife curls round the delicate front of your throat, tearing an anxious sob from you.

“Are you going to play nice?” he asks.

Tears shake your vision, reducing you swiftly to wordless, tightened trembles as the back of his gloved fingers stroke your face, up and down your temple, your cheek. “Answer the question.”

You swallow back the bile that threatens to overwhelm you. Your gaze flickering out toward the outline of the darkened hatch upon the snow far before you once more, trembling with want, before you eventually force your eyes back to the watchful hunting of his.  

His eyes alone make you struggle to swallow. They rob you of something.

“I… Y-Yes,” you eventually stammer out in fear, half hearted–not knowing what else to say that might possibly help you.

A smirk lights his deep, scratchy voice; his gaze alight with it. As, politely, he asks, “Yes what?”

You bite your lips closed so hard you fear they’ll bleed. Half welcoming the knife, if only to end this torment, before fearfully forcing out, “I…I-I’ll…”

Every word’s a weakened leaf, and Joey chuckles when you can’t continue; a cruel and languid rumble from the storm of his throat. 

He shoves the side of your face down into the grass and dirt; stems and stones intending your skin, branding to it.

“You’re going to take my cock,” he growls, to your abject horror. Gruffly reaching round your waist to seize the front of your pants. Jerking the button free, guiding the zipper down sharp. “And you’re gonna take it like a good little girl, aren’t you?”

Tears shake your vision, and his knife pets your face when you don’t respond.

“Say it,” he purrs; knife tracing. “All of it…”

Even thinking the words makes you nauseous. And you exhale an averted, frightened huff in your reluctance from responding. 

His karambit’s blade curving up around your cheek, scraping softly, reminds you that he’s in charge. Not to try anything stupid.

“I’ll… I’ll t-take your…” Gods, maybe you’d rather die, but you’re afraid of how painful he might make it. 

The tip of his knife presses harder against your frightened cheek, drawing lazy circles, indenting skin; not quite harsh enough to cut you, though its flirtation creeps ever closer. And, fuck, you want to live, even if there’s just a small chance of it. At the very least, if you do what he wants, he might make your ending quick instead of drawing it excruciatingly out.

“I’ll… take your c-cock like a-a… like a goo-d little girl…”

He seems mildy amused by your anxious platitude, like he could take it just as easily as he could go without.

“There you go…” he simpers; a subtle smile hidden in his low, graveled tone. His blade still stroking across your cheek with its silky, iron touch. “See how easy it is to play along? Now, just relax… You’re going to like this part…”

WIP w e d n e s d a y

Thanks for the tag @gaeadene! 💖💕 I've got something filthy cooking~

ʜᴜɴᴛᴇᴅ (ᴊᴏᴇʏ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ꜰʀᴀɴᴋ)

Frank and Joey play with their food.

tagging: @athanasius-symposium-of-writings @shintin @l0sercat @vaya-mernda @guilty-pleasure-writings @languidcryptid @chromeedwardian @flaggermuser @possumteeths @brimbrimbrimbrim @apraxvalith @whimsyvixen

[irelletelouxffxiv]

“...Irelle….”

“…Irelle!”

He wakes up from his slumber… Convinced somebody had just called to them. Yet, their surroundings are barren. They quickly realize that whatever it was… is not there anymore. “What just happened?” they mumble to themselves.

Irelle had recently gone through some abhorrent shit, which has been spiking their dreams to be insanely… bizarre. They have been coping through whatever measures they can, and recently that has been one thing and one thing only: getting absolutely blackout drunk.

So Irelle asking himself “What just happened?” was not a response to someone calling out his name, it was a questioning of “Why I am laying in the middle of this pavement?”

They absolutely cannot remember a thing about how they got to where they are now… they drank a little too much… God knows how many days have passed… “…. fuck” she mutters, grabbing her head while slouching on the floor. The pain in their body speaks more than the words coming out of her mouth, the hangover is unfathomably painful…

The past few weeks, months, years have been rough, and Irelle truly was at their limit. Their head was foggy, and there was no way of evaporating that inner cloudiness. Not that Irelle minded, as the fogginess was easier to deal with than the pounding thoughts of doom, however every now and then… the bullshit would resurface. It was best for himself and everyone around him to drink and forget these worries.

….

Irelle asks herself “How long was I out for?” as if anyone nearby is actually there to answer. Not even the inner thoughts that have been haunting her are there to answer that.

He starts analysing his surroundings, if no one was willing to answer then they would find out for themselves! After all they are a special agent! Yes yes! …

....

....

....

…That has been due to get to work for at least a week now… Although who knows, it may have been longer… There is no way of knowing for sure. Considering the amount of agony their body is in though, it has been significantly longer.

With the gut-wrenching feeling of being sober and late, Irelle remembers where she is now… They are in Ul’dah and they are overdue to meet a colleague who needs help with an investigation. They have no idea what this colleague looks like just yet, so they have been taking their leisurely time getting as pissed as possible. I’m sure Irelle’s colleague won’t mind.

With that in mind Irelle stands up, ruffling her hair while sighing “Fuuuuck… Guess I have to get to work… But first I need to get a drink”.

[rinnysega]

The cold weather starting to come in is getting me amped for all the holidays and New Years coming up! Aside from friends flying and driving in for the Halloween party and Thanksgiving, I’m engaging in some fun new hobbies and collections, creative collaborations (for the Encanto Big Bang and on Discord), I have great friends I met through Encanto I’ll be meeting up with next year (like it’s over 20 people 🤯 It’s Gonna be a week that goes by way too fast holy shit) and aside from my new job being an absolute blessing, my book is coming along great too with all these intricate pieces fitting together. I really feel confident in it and the story I have to tell with it. The point of all this is God is so good when you do the hard work you’ve been assigned by Him ❤️ I’ve been mulling over my blessings lately since my float appointment yesterday, and it’s just such a good feeling to have that peace. My cup runneth over as it goes. Im such a fucking water sign lol

Precipice will be ending soon (still on hiatus until next month) and then it’s on to something better ❤️ The best part tho is the friends who I get to take along the journey and see how their lives reward them too ☺️