#like when she's angry it's towards someone she LOVES / holds affection for as that is tyler severin right there.

[brutalmasks]

alright, so i'm not going to edit these photos because i'm just too excited to do that right now, but OMG... GUYS. IDK IF Y'ALL REMEMBER BUT I MADE A HEADCANON THAT BUNNY MASK WOULD BE SCARY WHEN SHE'S ANGRY (OR MORE THAN USUAL, ANYWAY, TO SOME PEOPLE) AND LOOKKK

i was right because she's got that animalistic rage in her... and the fact that this is really the only good close-up you get of her teeth through the whole series is 👀 (honestly, the fourth issue of the hollow inside really WAS all that and a bag of chips just for this, in my humble opinion LMAO).

[narcjsistx]

— HONESTLY, I'M THE FAVORITE!

plot: in the relationship there is more chemistry between you and his mother than between you and him, and honestly he's fine with that <3 but not when you gang up against him...

✶ characters: isagi yoichi, chigiri hyoma, bachira meguru, itoshi sae, itoshi rin, reo mikage

✶ 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

✶ ISAGI YOICHI ᡣ𐭩 𓂃

"I'm glad you like it! I spent the whole night making it so good, but if you like it then it was worth it" the woman says clapping her hands, and you can't help but smile gratefully "Mrs Isagi, you know well that I love your cooking" you say, but she interrupts you "Mrs Isagi again? You've been Yocchan's girlfriend for years, you can call me by my name" she says scolding you, but with the sweetness of a mother. There's absolutely no question where Isagi gets his generosity from, although his father is really lovely too. When you turn around you can't help but be surprised by Isagi's tired face, who hasn't finished his plate, more focused on the match broadcast on television. You're not surprised by this behavior, it's something he does in your house too, but by the fact that he hasn't even finished his meal, that you think is absolutely delicious

Since you've been together, it's now been a tradition to spend Sunday lunch with his parents. From the first moment he introduced you, you immediately hit it off with his mother, finding her to be such a kind and humble woman; and she seems to share the affection towards you, spoiling you with all her good food that she knows you love

"Yoichi..." you whisper to your boyfriend, but he doesn't seem particularly connected to reality. You sigh, but when you look up you notice the menacing look of his mother, who is holding a rag in her hand. You cover your mouth to avoid laughing, but then the rag is thrown at the boy's face, landing on his plate still full of food: Isagi seems to return to reality, turning almost offended towards his mother, who however does not stop glaring at him. Seeing her so angry, he swallows his behavior too, gulping down a lump of saliva "Mom, what's happening..."

"It's Sunday, you have your family here, your girlfriend, you have a whole day off from soccer and the only thing you focus on is a match on TV? And you even dare not eat my food?" the woman says crossing her arms, and you nod, agreeing with her for the simple fact that otherwise you risk bursting out laughing. She seems to see your approval, and smiles "I wonder how you found a woman like that who puts up with you on a daily basis... darling, thank you for not getting tired of him, I have you to thank for accepting him" she says dejectedly, and you nod, actually risking laughing out loud. Isagi seems to notice your situation, glaring at you "Mom, it's not that deep..." he says alternating his gaze between you and her, but you shake your head "Yoichi, I wanted to spend a day with our family, yet all you do is focus on soccer..." you say, but this time you are forced to pinch your thigh to keep from laughing. Isagi glares at you, turning off the television "Happy, both of you?" he says taking the fork, but you shake your head theatrically "I wonder if you really love me..." you say, and his mother hugs you, stroking your head "My poor little girl, poor thing. With someone like that..." she says, and you burst out laughing, no longer able to hold it back

Even if seeing you so close can only please him and confirm that you are the right person, the only one, he just wanted to see if Bachira scored in the match between Barcha and ReAl

✶ CHIGIRI HYOMA ᡣ𐭩 𓂃

For Chigiri, the Trinity consists of you, his girlfriend, his sister and his mother. The main problem is when all three of you are together, that's when he realizes he's in danger. He knows he's about to die when you're all mad at him for something he doesn't even know about, and today is such a time

“Don't you dare come closer” his sister says, putting an arm around your shoulders. Chigiri rolls his eyes nervously, he doesn't like that Koyoki is so protective of you against him, who she knows wouldn't take a hair from you. You laugh condescendingly, nodding "She's right. Get away from me, Hyoma" you say theatrically, and he takes a step forward, and you take a step back “You're making me crazy. What did I do this time?” he says alternating his gaze between you and his sister, but you don't stop laughing while Koyoki judges him with just his gaze "You're a man. You have to understand that" Koyoki says, and he snorts "People have mistaken me for a woman my whole life and now you can't do it?" he says crossing his arms, and you almost feel guilty for doing this to him, your lovely boyfriend "Miss. Far away" his sister says, and that's when he grabs a lock of her hair, pulling it. You know perfectly well that it's a playful gesture between siblings, not something actually dangerous "You little shit-" she whispers, pulling his hair. That's when his mother approaches

"Leave my Y/n alone. Come here, honey" the woman says, and you slink to her side, smiling victoriously at the two siblings "HEY!" Hyoma says with his sister's hair still in his hand, but both you and his mother reply "Don't use that tone with your mother, Hyoma" you say, and the woman smiles at you, wrapping her thin arms around your neck to hug you "Oh, my third daughter. The only one who doesn't talk back to me" she says smiling, and you hug her, winking at Chigiri who seems to have lost hope, while Koyuki does nothing but laugh "I'm starting to think I'm no longer the favorite child" says the girl giving his hair one last tug, as a sign of revenge. Chigiri glares at her "You never were" he says, seeing you so hugged to his mom but not to him, who only wanted to give you a kiss from the beginning. Although it was funny seeing you so close to his mom, known for giving breathless hugs

✶ BACHIRA MEGURU ᡣ𐭩 𓂃

"If you need help tell me, but I think you're doing a great job" the woman says, and you can't help but smile at her embarrassed "Thank you Mrs- Yu! Thank you, Yu" you say, and she smiles at you "This time you remembered to call me the right way. You're making progress!" she says, and you laugh lightly with her, placing the brush in the water. From the palette you take some red, passing it on the canvas while she nods "Wow! It's not an easy shade between blue and red, but it came out well. Aren't you hiding a past as an artist from me? Has Meguru taught you something yet?" she says, and you shake your head, amused "I've always only drawn in my notebook during class. I've never colored a drawing in my life... or even used a canvas" you say, and she laughs "Now I understand why Meguru likes you so much. At first he didn't color his drawings either, then he started doing it from... wait, have you been together for?" she asks "About a year and a half" you say, and she is amazed "He has been coloring hos drawings for about a year and a half" she says, and you smile “Really?” you ask, and she nods "Maybe he started it to make his paintings more striking to your eyes"

It's not uncommon for you to spend time with his mother, who is basically your best friend. Since your dates are often after his training, you wait with his mother for his return

"Mom I'm at home- Oh, Y/n!" he says as he enters his mother's art studio, finding the two of you close together "Meguru! You're still sweaty" the woman says as she approaches, with you by her side "You should take a shower. Then we can go!" you say clapping your hands, and you feel his mother ruffling your hair "Do you think you'll leave without finishing that masterpiece?" he asks almost defiantly, and you laugh "If it's a challenge, I accept" you say, not even hugging your boyfriend as you walk back to your canvas, followed by his mother

Bachira stares at you a little perplexed, the bag still on his shoulders: he really wanted to go out and spend time with you alone, but he's happy to see you on such good terms with his mother, who is also his best friend. He thinks that today he can also spend the day watching you have fun with your canvas, but after his shower. Otherwise he can't kiss you

✶ ITOSHI SAE ᡣ𐭩 𓂃

"You know, the first time we went to see him play, he ignored us" his mother says, and you raise an eyebrow, surprised "It happened to me too the first time I went to see him play" you say, and his mother glares at him, even though Sae is completely focused on scoring goals on the field. Today it's just the two of you in the VIP seats, Mr. Itoshi couldn't attend, but that's not a problem since you love spending time with Mrs. Itoshi. Especially now that there is gossip

The first time Sae invited you to one of his games you weren't a couple yet, but he invited you anyway. He hadn't greeted you the whole time, but he kissed you later in the stadium locker rooms. But perhaps Mrs. Itoshi didn't know this

"How rude, I didn't think I raised a boy like that... and to think that I sent him alone to Spain, on the other side of the world!" she says exhaustedly, and you laugh "He's not that rude. He treats me well, very well" you say, and she looks relieved "I'd like to see. If he treated you even badly I wouldn't mind pulling his ears" she says, and you laugh at her words again

"But Rin would probably want the same treatment. He always wanted the same one Sae got" the woman says, and you nod "I don't think he wants that kind of treatment. Then he's a completely different person with his girlfriend" you say, and she nods "It's true, my little Rin... I like his girlfriend too..."

"What does Rin and his girlfriend have to do with me?" Sae asks approaching the VIP area, and you get up to leave a light kiss on his lips, while he tightens an arm around your waist, grabbing the water bottle that his mother is holding "Nothing much, darling. We were talking about your habits" says the woman, but Sae gives you a puzzled look "My habits while I'm in one of the most important games of the season?" he asks, and you nod "We just want to get to know you better" you say, and he shrugs "As if one wasn't my mother and the other my girlfriend. I think you both know me too well" he says and then drinks from his water bottle "Concentrate on the match instead" he says, before returning to the game

"He's also always been stubborn. But I think you know that" says the woman as her son walks away, and he turns around, glaring at her and changing his gaze between her and you, who can't stop laughing. Maybe it was a bad idea to call you both since you can't shut your mouth together

✶ ITOSHI RIN ᡣ𐭩 𓂃

"Here he was two years old and he had just peed himself" says the woman showing you a photo of a crying baby, that is, your boyfriend. You look at the photo in love, giggling at the funnyness of your boyfriend, which does not at all reflect his childhood self, who was much more open and joyful "Here, however, he was four years old and Sae had given him a sticker of a soccer ball. I think he still keeps it in his room" the woman says, you look up only to see Rin's nervous gaze resting against the wall. You wink at him, returning your attention to the photo album of the Itoshi family, a family you have been seeing for four years now thanks to your relationship. And you love your boyfriend's mom

"Don't you think it's a bit excessive, mom?" the boy asks, but she shakes her head. “I've never had a daughter. Let me imagine it's her” she says, and he rolls his eyes before sighing “That doesn't change the motivation. Why are you showing her all these… embarrassing photos?” he asks, and you laugh "They're not embarrassing! They're cute, Rinnie" you say motioning for him to sit next to you, but he shakes his head "They're embarrassing. I know she did the same thing with Sae's girlfriend" he says, and the woman laughs "I also showed her... the other photo album. I'm sure Y/n wants to see it too" the woman says, and you raise an eyebrow, but when you turn around you see the panic on your boyfriend's face, who is chasing after his mother who has disappeared into her bedroom. The woman comes back with another album and her younger son hot on her heels "You don't have to see it. It's shit, it is" he says trying to steal the album, but the woman gives him a little slap on the hands "Be thankful I didn't step on your toes. Otherwise you wouldn't have been able to run after the ball for a while" she says placing herself next to you again, opening the album before her son can do anything

And now you understand why Rin didn't want to show it to you: every photo portrays him and his brother in the most embarrassing moments, like the first time on the toilet or with their faces full of sauce. But the photos are for some reason much worse for Rin than for Sae, photos that always portray him in a funnier way but so cute for you. Rin can't help but be embarrassed but above all guilty of this, because in the end it's thanks to him that you became such good friends, like another child, with his mother. He shouldn't have allowed it

✶ REO MIKAGE ᡣ𐭩 𓂃

"You don't spoil her enough. You should raise your expectations, my girl" says the woman next to you, and you don't know how to respond without sounding ungrateful "You're right, mom. I was thinking of giving her that Cartier jewel I was telling you about this morning" your boyfriend says nodding, and you shake your arms in embarrassment "If you mean the one that costs as much as our whole house, stop it" you say, but the woman caresses your face "Why do you worry, my girl? It's the man who has to spoil you, and my son doesn't do it enough in my opinion, you being such a good girlfriend" the woman says, and you nod "Thank you ma'am, but..." you say, but she giggles "I was like that too, but then my husband, Reo's father, became crazy about me. And as proof of his love he bought me part of the moon" she says, and you jump "Really?" you ask, and Reo, seeing your emotion, concentrates "Do you want part of the moon too?" he asks, but you jump again in embarrassment "No! I mean, thanks but no..." you say, and he seems to be sad about it

"You're so young me. Reo really needs to make you his bride, you're the only girl he introduced me that I like" the woman says, and you breathe a sigh of relief "I'm pleased, Mrs. Mikage" you say letting the woman caress your face again. Reo raises an eyebrow, surprised by his mother's words "The only one you like? Not that I don't like it, but you didn't like that one too..." he says, but she pulls his ear "Do you want to compare that rat who wanted your money with this angel, Reo? Did I really raise you like that?" the woman says, and you giggle, moving to Mrs. Mikage's side “Don't you care that she loves me now, Reo?” you ask, and he grabs your hands, kissing them "I'm more than happy about it, but I remembered her words differently..." but before he can finish the sentence, his ear is pulled again "Stop this talk of remembering or not. Hurry up and put a ring on her finger instead, or someone else will do it, who will know how to spoil her better than just a simple necklace... why not the whole set?" the woman says towards her son, and you can't help but laugh but be a little embarrassed. You got the answer from where Reo got his resourcefulness, but honestly you love his mother the way she makes sure her son takes care of you

[tinysunshine]

━━━ ✧˖° 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐗𝐎𝐍 𝐱 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

you kiss daryl’s arms and have to explain what cuteness aggression is after you bite his bicep ♡

“the hell are you doin’?” daryl asks, yanking his arm away from you. you bite the inside of your cheek to stop from laughing, shrugging your shoulders while he scoots away from you on the couch so that you’re no longer touching.

such a big baby, you think, although you did just try to sink your teeth into his arm. you can’t help it, and honestly, you’ve been trying to control your weird urges - but it’s daryl’s fault. all those sleeveless shirts, showing off his biceps like it’s his job. his arms are so strong, so muscular, so hot. especially when he’s sweaty and tan from being outside and -

with the thought in your mind, you reach towards him and pull his arm to you again. “hey,” he protests, making an irritated grunt at your movement. he tries to yank his arm away from you but you tighten your grip. daryl could easily grab it back, but not without hurting you. which he’d never do. again, you find yourself biting back the smirk of victory. “the fuck is wrong with you?”

you hold his arm in front of your face and press a kiss to his bicep. every single man in alexandria is in shape, with bulging muscles from all the physical activity they do.

but nobody’s got arms like daryl.

maybe it’s from holding and using that crossbow all the time. you squeeze your legs together, one crossed over the other in your sitting position on the sofa, because thinking of daryl wielding a weapon turns you on. you press another kiss to his bicep, and then you scoot closer to kiss up to his shoulder, leaving a trail of faded lipstick marks all along the way.

“just,” you pause, another kiss, “love your arms, is all. they’re so big,” and daryl scoffs, but he makes no move to pull away. he actually leans back against the couch, lets himself enjoy whatever you’re doing, but you see from the corner of your eye that he’s looking around the room. making sure nobody else can see.

you giggle.

“yer really something, you know that? fuckin’ weird,” he grumbles, but when he lets you rotate his arm, you know he likes it. you know daryl well enough now to know that he does want affection. just - not in front of anyone else, and he doesn’t want to ask for it or make a big deal out of it.

which makes you perfect for each other, because you’ve always been overly affectionate. he never has to ask for anything from you, because you’re already giving it.

“‘m not weird,” is your rebuttal, mischief glinting in your eyes. daryl just looks so cute, cheeks pink and a shy expression on his face while you love on his arm. and, okay - maybe you are a little weird, but you don’t really care. “just love your arms is all,” and then your teeth graze his bicep, the part where the muscle slightly bulges out, perfectly built and -

you bite down on him. gently!

daryl pulls his arm away from you so fast, hisses like he’s a kitten who’s tail was just pulled. you feel a little bad, but he’s being so dramatic. he’s been stabbed and shot at, and a little bite is making him act like this? you roll your eyes, even when he stands up to put distance between you two. he shakes his head like you’re insane.

to be fair, you sort of are?

“stop biting me. jesus christ,” he’s grumbling, looking over his arm like someone just tried to saw it off. drama queen. “you left teeth marks. what, you been around walkers too much, so you wanna act like one? you,” he goes on, but you cut him off, trying not to burst out laughing at how funny it is that he’s comparing you to a walker.

“cuteness aggression,” you say simply, standing up and walking over to him. you swear he backs up, likes he afraid of you, even though he’s twice your size. daryl looks at you like you’re crazy, obviously not familiar with the expression. you explain.

“you’re so cute, it makes me sort of angry. you know, when you see a really cute puppy or a baby? like judith, when she smiles and starts to crawl,” daryl obviously doesn’t understand, and every word out of your mouth seems to be making him more and more confused. disturbed, even. you try harder.

“when something or someone is so cute, you just wanna hurt them, not really but your brain does. they’re so cute that you can’t handle it. you get it?”

daryl literally gazes out the window like a widow waiting for her husband to return from war, then turns back towards you but looks at the ground first. he shakes his head, then pauses, before his eyes meet yours.

“nah,” he finally says, letting out a deep sigh. “you wanna hurt judith?”

you sigh, then walk towards him and grab his hand. he lets you tug him to the couch but comes willingly, sitting down, keeping a little bit distance between the both of you. “babies and puppies are just an example. i don’t want to hurt anyone, i just,” you lace your fingers with his, resting your entwined hands on his thigh. “you make me feel so much, ‘s like it comes out of me in a weird way. you know?”

daryl doesn’t know, but he gives in, lets you cuddle close to his side and rub his arm again, kiss over the lipstick marks you already left. bicep worship? is that a thing? that’d be a freaky new kink even for you.

a second later, something must click for daryl. maybe it’s because his dick is hardening, watching the physical manifestation of how much you love him, or maybe it’s just because he’s a…hands on learner. he pulls his arm away, scoffing playfully at your disappointed whine, and he wraps that arm around your shoulders. his fingers play with your hair that he can reach.

“think i get it now,” he tests, humor in his tone. “cuteness - whatever the fuck you called it. like the way i feel when your eyes water when you’re suckin’ on my,” you pull away and smack him on the arm.

“daryl, no!”

“hey,” he says, pulling you back to him. he kisses the top of your head. “‘m just trying to learn!”

[angelltheninth]

Caleb Gets Jealous and Possessive Over You Hanging Out with Other Men

Pairing: Caleb x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, name calling, reunion sex, childhood friends, jealousy, possessive sex, angry to gentle sex, angry!Caleb

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A/N: Holy crap that trailer did things to me that I will never admit.

You thought you recognized the man who was fucking you against the bed

He has the same face as your childhood friend and crush but he didn't act anything like him

The Caleb you knew was sweet and gentle, he would hold your hand and comfort you when you were sad, he wasn't the one who made you cry, the one who insulted you

However this man... he fucked you like he hated you, and maybe he did

Caleb, the man he was now, was dangerous, and you should hate him for it, but you can't, your legs are still locked around him just the same as they were when he first shoved his cock into you, when he pushed you against the bed and kissed you

"Yes, yes, that's right, hold me, take me! Sow me how you've missed me. I've missed you so much, so much. And what do I see when I come back, hm? All these guys drooling over you. Drooling over what's mine!"

You had no idea how long he'd ben watching you, but you knew he loved you, the old Caleb did anyway, he wouldn't seriously hurt you

His hips slapped against yours in a merciless, relentless, savage pace

The hand around your wrists squeezed hard, only letting you arch your back enough to push your pretty, soft tits towards his wanting mouth

As he bit your nipples one after the other a shock of pain bolted through you, barely soothed by his tongue

Were you moaning, screaming, begging for more, saying how it was too much, he barely looked your way, too busy taking what he perceived as his

Soft lips pressed harsh kisses against your skin

The marks would be very hard to hide in the places he chose but that was the whole point of them

Was surprised when you kissed his neck, then realized he was smiling at it, he wanted to be yours

Beads of sweat rolled down his face, his eyes focused, all of his senses attuned only to you

His other hand slapped your clit every time you didn't clench your cunt hard or fast enough for his liking

"More, come on, I know you can be a better cocksleeve than this. Ah, there she is, mhm, that's a lot better. Knew you could do it, be my good girl. Yeah, be good and I'll reward you, I'll even forgive all those times I saw you flirting with those other guys? But I noticed... I noticed you didn't let any of them fuck you. Because deep down you know. You know that we belong to each other."

With all the time he'd been gone he changed into someone you didn't know and now he no longer shared the same feelings

Except when you did look into his eyes you still saw that spark of affection, clouded by anger and lust but still very much there

Somewhere deep down inside he was still your Caleb

You leaned forward as much as you could and kissed him, poured all your old and new feelings into the kiss that tasted of salty tears and swear and lipstick

At the same time he unlashed his hot load inside of you, taken back by the kiss, his balls pressed flush against you, pulsing as your pussy clenched and almost seemed to take him in deeper

"We belong to each other, beloved. I don't care you you had before this. They don't exist anymore. Only you and I do. I'll make sure I'm the only man on your mind from now on, the only one you will ever want to fuck, want to love."

[beabaaboop]

⌗ 𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙂 ! .. 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝘼 𝙉𝙀𝙒 𝙈𝙀𝙎𝙎𝘼𝙂𝙀

⌗ 𝜗𝜚 ✉️┆ ⋆ 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘨 ⭑.ᐟ

( ʬʬ. ) ─��� 𝒊𝙣𝙛𝙤 : 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈 , 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 , 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 , 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗌𝖺𝖼𝗄 , 𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋 , 𝗄𝗂𝗆𝗂 , 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾 , 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖿𝗎𝗅 , 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖪𝗂𝗆𝗂’𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐 , 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 , 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 , 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋

❝You said you liked my hair So go ahead and touch it❞

› wc. 3O28┃ 𝓐𝗥𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗩𝗘

› 𝗞𝗜𝗠𝗜 𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗜 .ᐟ

— 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 𝗢𝗥 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥 ? : you were so close with Kimi people started question if you were his girlfriend. you hung out with all the time , appeared in almost all of his insta stories when it wasn’t even about you , got his team to promote you and whatever career you wanted to get into.

he loves you but he never truly realized it , he just assumed he could never be with you. you were his best friend since childhood , someone he absolutely adored , he didn’t want his career to get infront of you as well to be known as a wag. he wanted you to be known for you. however sometimes the public still thinks you and Kimi are dating.

. ( 𝜗𝜚 ݁݁˖) ── he isn’t too affectionate with you in front of the public for an extremely long time , which kind of sparks tension. some think it’s a publicity stunt , or some thinks it’s random how he started showing his affection , but that’s him getting used to you being exposed on the camera with him without being his normal self.

. ( 𝜗𝜚 ݁݁˖) ── he loved holding your hand , if it isn’t staring into your soul and taking random O.5 photos of you make him happy then it’s holding your hand. but sometimes he posts stuff like "I love my gf" thinking gf = girl friend when it doesn’t.

꒰ ✉️ ꒱ : ❝SHES WHO I TRUST MORE THAN EVER❞

— 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗩𝗜𝗘𝗪 : “are you ready ?” you had matched with kimi , wearing a black skirt with one of the Mercedes jackets whilst he wore the shirt and black jeans. it was severely often that you two matched that making a bunch of kimi obsessed girls put pieces together faster than the f1 official account.

as you were getting finished getting ready for the how well does your best friend know you , you had stepped out towards the couches and realized this was a wag interview. it was primarily a contest between who knows who better between other people the best best friend winning. but you came to realize they were all wags , Charles with Alex , Alex with Lily , Lily with Oscar , and a few others.

kimi was a bit nervous , he knew you knew basically everything but he wasn’t prepared to tell you that this was a wag competition , he was invited on short notice of another couple not making it and he didn’t know how to tell you. “why are Alex and Lily here ?” being honest you were close with the other wags , they were the ones who convinced you to come more often to Kimi’s races even when you two had school.

kimi then took your hand and guided you towards the sectioned off side of the couch where you two were supposed to sit. “la mia dolce ragazza , everybody here are wags initially I wanted to tell you but I thought you wouldn’t show because of it.” he was still holding your hand , soothing it gently as you looked somewhat calm.

“I still would’ve came either way dingbat.” you then ruffled his curly hair , he wasn’t surprised to say the least. how could you even be angry in the first place to the cute adorable baby face.

as the interviewer started asking introduction questions you wanted to make sure the audience knew you were his best friend , but he had other plans in mind for the future. you loved how much he cared about especially when he was answering questions about you , that being a surprise round. he answered the question fully in depth such as ,

“she is a very picky eater , I kid you not , she hates if when I make spaghetti sometimes. she doesn’t eat a lot but most of the time if I approve she’ll like it.” 

• when answering food related questions he makes sure to state stuff you absolutely hate , it was tough not being a fan of spaghetti whilst he was Italian. you hated how much that disappointed him. he loved you still , but sometimes he kind of hated it. whenever he ate stuff first it’s because you wanted to make sure it wasn’t poisoned so basically he was your test subject.

“she absolutely hates wearing her glasses sometimes and feels like it’s a burden , abbastanza strano che non sappia nemmeno che le piace di più con esso , but she doesnt need to know that.”

• whenever you wear glasses it be kind of a bug especially with that fact that it gets in your way of everything. sure you can see better but sometimes it felts like you’re constantly being judged of your lack of natural seeing abilities. however Kimi loves your glasses and he loves you , so win - win

“favorite thing of hers has to be all the stuff I bring for her from the Mercedes merch , she loves when I remember to bring a souvenir from each country I visit . it’s hard sometimes being far away from her , anche se siamo migliori amici, amo ancora la sua presenza.”

• he brings you souvenirs sometimes as a sign of the long journey you two made. you were one of his first supporters and made an effort towards him when others didn’t.

“her favorite nights are when I come back from a good win to our hotel or where ever we’re staying and we just lay down watching movies and play with legos all night.”

• he knew the most about you despite everyone else dating their partner whilst you two were merely best friends. he knew a lot , and he always loves being there for you and there’s nothing he can really do about it until he knows you love him back.

› 𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗡 .ᐟ

— 𝗠𝗬 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗜𝗦 𝗬𝗢𝗨 : all that he cares about is you , he is open about loving you. the whole world knows that he loves you except you and him. he hates that he doesn’t know what to do , he feels like he’s just using you for publicity and stuff. he is very open to making you feel like the best person on that whole track , he became more happy and touchy with you.

. ( 𝜗𝜚 ݁݁˖) ── there is such a big difference between him calling you love and if and when you were dating , love. fans hate that he sits there and says your his best friend whilst calling you love and acting like you’re dating. he is probably the only rookie here who would kiss your hand and claim your friendship as him being the knight in shining armor and you’re the princess.

. ( 𝜗𝜚 ݁݁˖) ── he loves being with you and genuinely he’s probably admitted to saying he loves things about you , live on television. he sometimes jokes about what happens if he dates you , he wouldn’t make jokes about your relationship and his feelings towards you. all do that is real , he loves being with you and he doesn’t know how to tell you so he shows it through touch.

꒰ ✉️ ꒱ : ❝THE DEFINITION OF FRIENDSHIP IS ME AND HER❞

— 𝗙𝗜𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗧𝗘𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗘 : fans made a fifteen minute video of you and Ollie being affectionate towards each other since he was in f2. you never realized how close you were with him , he showed you a lot of love even off track. in Ocon’s words "I see her more often on racing days more than I do other wags." How that came about nobody will ever know.

Haas decided to let Ollie bring his favorite person and do a full video of him just spending the day with them. so he brought you , the day was planned with arts and crafts , playing board games , truth or dare , and last but not least watching the fifteen minute video.

(O.1) ARTS AND CRAFTS : the best of both worlds , making bracelets , painting , and potentially holding hands.

— as you sat down next to Ollie on the floor with the big ass table and big ass camera infront of you , you had ran a hand through Ollie’s hair. “your hair looks good fluffy , he then pushed your hands gently away ruffling your hair. “it does but so does yours.” He then noticed the cameras rolling , as you two got into your spots you started getting the stuff set up. he practically looked at you the whole entire time , it was a rare moment where he looked at the camera. As the video was going you two started making your bracelets and questions had came up , one questions being :

“how did the friendship come about ?”

• “it all started around how our mums were pretty close , my mum met hers being lost and all over the place and she had helped and they became best friends ever since. we were then supposed to become the bested of friends ever since then and we have , our parents love us being so close with each other.” everybody knows that’s a basic cliche love story but that’s what makes it so sweet. you were making two bracelets , one for him and one for you. they were symbols of you and him overcoming each other’s losses and gains. whilst Ollie was making one for you about your journey.

“I’m really glad like really glad we met that way , both our parents absolutely adore us and I’m glad our moms met.” Being honest it was completely coincidental that you and Ollie happened to be a boy and a girl. both of your parents never planned for that , your moms were hoping to raise mini versions of themselves and let them be best friends but then Ollie came along. either way you were glad to have him no matter what the situation would’ve been.

PAINTING

— “Something I do in my free time has to be painting , I try to drag Ollie into it.” as Ollie was painting his canvas completely with just your favorite color(s) you had decided to make a sunset with yours. “Not true , I paint with you sometimes !” you shook your head no whilst Ollie was giggling a bit. “Being honest , whenever we do anything , this little .. I can’t even , he like looks at me all the time. he just stares into my eyes and doesn’t look away. that’s why we can’t do paint days anymore.” Ollie looked a bit embarrassed , but it was the truth even when you two were younger.

THE FIFTEEN MINUTE COMPLETION SHORTEN DOWN :

LOOKING AT YOU FROM FAR AWAY

— one day Ollie was doing an interview coming back from the race starting p20 ending p10 and he was so proud. you initially wanted to congratulate him but you couldn’t because he was live on screen so you waited patiently until he was done. all he could do was merely look at you from away the screen , he couldn’t bother to look at the camera whilst talking but his sentences were run on one’s. people say your "friendship" is like percabeth with how much he gives you those eyes.

TAYLOR AND BEABADOOBEE

— most people say Ollie is like Taylor swift with how he loves her and most would say you gave beabadoobee vibes. random crossover that actually happened just like your friendship. in certain interviews Ollie was caught listening to beabadoobee , fans making edits of him to apple cider.

SLEEP TIME

— in the garage an hour before the race you and Ollie were sitting down except Ollie was asleep next to you. he had fallen asleep on your shoulder , you were however still awake , to wake him when it was time. no one dared to go walk up and bother you , except Ocon of course when both of you ended up falling asleep.

› 𝗜𝗦𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗛𝗔𝗗𝗝𝗔𝗥 .ᐟ

— 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨 ? : Isack has this weird habit of missing you and publicly talking about you on camera. He has several weird habits that he had to drop because he’s an f1 driver and he realizes he’s analyzed all the time. Sometimes he wants to talk about you and childhood memories , visit your parent’s house all the time , teaches you French iff you don’t know it , posting childhood memories.

. ( 𝜗𝜚 ݁݁˖) ── when you heard Isack became an f1 driver you were so proud that you started a tradition. the tradition being having a movie night every race , his first day ended up being a bad day but the reassurance you give him and he gives you is infinite. certain days when he feels sad , and he doesn’t gain any points or feels like he’s doing bad , you guys always have a night where you just feel like children. Going on playground getting a heinous amount of joke food , etc..

. ( 𝜗𝜚 ݁݁˖) ── he really wishes that you could get close with his teammates and friends , you were everything to him friend or not. he claims that you were there day one that you were everything he could’ve wanted in a best friend. to literally all of the paddock ( especially both Lily’s ) you make such an important significance , the friendship you and Isack have is such an asset that makes everyone feel happy.

꒰ ✉️ ꒱ : ❝CALIFORNIA GIRLS WERE UNFORGETTABLE DAISY DUKES BIKINIS ON TOP SUN KISSED SKIN SO HOT WE’LL MELT YOUR POPSICLE❞

( mini break here )

𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗢𝗙 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗦 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗜𝗦𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘 𝗢𝗡 𝗦𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗡

IM GOING TO CRASH OUT

— During after the prix when interviews were happening you were waiting for Isack to answer one of the questions. One of the questions being "how do you feel getting p11 ?" and of course he answered with a simple French and English answer. “Frankly I don’t mind , I was close but I’m still a bit upset but Tu sais, Yuki était mon partenaire, donc je suis content, mais de toute façon I’m still going to hang out with my best friend and enjoy every minute when I get home. I’m not too upset.”

he always answered with full honest dealing with you and how he feels. you’ve made his career feel better whenever he has lows , you make him feel better when nothing or no one else can. so when he wants to absolutely hide and sob , all you do is sit there and reassure him.

MOVIE NIGHT AND FILMING

— “tonight I promised to bring my best friend and show the grid what I do after the race weekend.” this was going to be fairly short , keeping distance not giving fans any mind of bad ideas. “so tonight we have a movie night , we aren’t doing much because I still have stuff to do.” getting the movie set up what you had waited for Isack to be ready the camera was panned mainly on you and Isack. filming was something you did sometimes , doing vlogs but sometimes people only want to mainly talk to Isack so you don’t do it that often. watching the movie , it was homey , it was a childhood movie of yours and Isack’s if was never that often you picked that kind of movie but tonight was different.

you two were frankly a bit loud , talking during the movie but you knew since the camera was on you it would be a different , but it wasn’t. he wanted you to feel comfortable so he slowly guided you into it. he slowly moved towards your hands feeling the warmth , this was a reminder of what he used to do to calm you when you two were younger. soothing the standing hairs and goosebumps by holding your hand. as the movie was slowly playing he grabbed the camera to point to you , “do you like the movie ma meilleure moitié ?” you nodded your head , grabbing the camera. “he didn’t tell anyone but there’s a bowl next to him , and he’s hogging all the popcorn.”

the sound of chuckling came from your ear as you turned to him he snatched the camera gently. “don’t pay any minds to her , focus on me , mais aussi reconnaître à quel point elle est belle assise ici et m’insulte.” he then titled your chin gently squeezing your cheeks.

LILY AND YOU

— when you decided to hang out with Lily you had no means to bring Isack due to the fact of Alex and him would hang out. so you and Lily decided to go book shopping. “don’t you think you and Isack give cliche love story ? childhood best friends who deny they’re lovers.” pulling out a book that looked exactly how she described , truly you did hate it. you hated how neither of you would say the truth , so you two had to merely sit in silence.

“yeah , I could’ve do , but at least it feels like a half relationship.” you pulled out a book that looked interesting , “so do you think this looks good ?” Lily looked at in shocked , surprised that you even found it. “I’ve been trying to find that everywhere , glad you caught it. but no it shouldn’t feel like a half relationship , you two already put in all the work so just date at that point.” you hung your head low bonking it on the shelf. “I’ll figure it out..” now you were just lying to yourself. “no you won’t !”

© 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗯𝗮𝗮𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗽 , 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵 , 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭 , 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 , 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘦 , 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵.

[sunflowersandsapphires]

A Gentle Touch

Installment 1 of The Catlike Tendencies of Matthew Murdock

pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader 

summary: Matt doesn't know how to ask for physical affection.

warnings: none that I can think of!

a/n: long story short this is inspired by my wife’s orange cat. He loves her but only tolerates me most of the time, unless I’m the only one home when he wants attention. However, he doesn’t really know how to cuddle with me since we don’t do it often so he just awkwardly lurks wherever I am until I invite him closer. It happened earlier and I thought it was hilariously Matt-coded so I wrote this. (It’s set in the Of Oak and Ivy verse because I love them, but you don’t need to read that story for this)

w/c: 2.3k

You were absolutely enthralled in the story Foggy was telling when the noise caught you off guard. A small puff of air, sounding almost like a voiceless sigh. Glancing toward Matt who was the closest to you, one look at his stony expression told you it had come from him. He was clearly irritated, despite his face being blank. You’d known him for long enough that you could tell when something was on his mind. 

Maybe he’d heard this story too many times? You leaned more heavily into his arm, which was parallel to yours. 

Turning your attention back to Foggy, you flinched with a laugh as he gestured wildly when concluding his story, spraying beer at you from his mostly full bottle. 

“Geez, Fog. Reaching your limit already?” Matt smirked, his icy exterior fading away as you giggled beside him. 

“He is, he’s all flushed. This is just like that party at the Beta house sophomore year.” You shook your head, looking at Karen with an exasperated expression. “Have they told you the possum story?” 

Smiling gleefully, Karen shook her head. “The possum story?” 

Both Matt and Foggy groaned, protesting and blushing furiously, but Karen was adamant. And who were you to not indulge her?

“In the fall of our second year at Columbia, Matt and Foggy got absolutely plastered on some disgusting concoction of cheap alcohol and Hawaiian Punch,” You began, rolling your eyes as Foggy gagged across from you. 

“God, even the thought of it—“ The blond mime-retched. 

“Yah the smell of Hawaiian Punch still makes me nauseous.” Matt shuddered next to you. 

Karen stifled a giggle as you continued to illustrate just how inebriated you’d found them when you’d come to pick them up. “I was studying and had sat the party out, but offered to drive them home when Fog called me screaming at someone to chug alcohol. I figured they’d both be in no shape to get home.”

“You were correct.” Foggy nodded. 

“I don’t remember anything from that night, but I assume I was the one chugging.” Matt grimaced, laughing sheepishly. 

“So I drove over to the house, somehow got ahold of Matt and managed to convince him to herd Foggy and himself into my car. When they get there, they’re holding this bundle, right? I figured it was dirty clothes or something. But as we were driving home the clothes start hissing.”

“Oh, NO!” Karen cackled, propping herself up on her elbows as she listened to the story. 

“Oh yes. Naturally, I ask Fog what he’s holding and he says ‘my dog’.” 

“We didn’t have a dog,” Matt clarified, looking incredibly guilty. 

“No you did not.” You squeezed his arm, hoping he could hear in your voice that you had no resentment over the incident. “Foggy unwraps the thing a bit and introduces it as ‘Spot’. But instead of a dog,”

“It’s a possum.” Karen finishes for you, nearly in stitches over her coworkers’ mortified faces. 

“An angry one at that. I have no idea where it came from or how they managed to catch it, but there it was.” You shook your head, still amazed at their ability to wrangle the creature while piss-drunk. 

“What happened to it?” Karen asked, and the men erupted. 

“That’s classified.” Foggy stated firmly, lips pressed together. 

“A story for another time,” Matt rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. 

“Don’t tell me you killed it!” Karen gasped, whirling to look at the out of them sternly. 

“Of course not! No possums were harmed in the making of this story, just mildly inconvenienced.” You assured her. “They’re just clamming up because they can’t remember whose fault it was that it got loose in the science hall.”

Trailing off into a fit of laughter, Karen was quick to follow you as the two men started arguing, pointing fingers. Sitting back and enjoying the show, you shot Karen knowing glances as Matt and Foggy fought, no real heat behind their words. 

You’d had so much fun that night, reliving one of the funniest moments of your college years, that you’d completely forgotten about the aggravated sound. Until about one month after, when you were sitting next to Matt on a bench in the courthouse. 

The case he and Foggy had been working on was tedious and full of metaphorical landmines that threatened to ruin any shot your client had at escaping her abusive husband. The entire firm had been on edge, struggling to keep everything in order. Given your lack of steady employment at the moment, you’d been helping out wherever you could, and had been working this case from day one, right alongside Matt. Which is how you’d ended up beside him rather than Foggy. 

The blond had flown out of town a few days before to attend an extended family reunion, leaving the rest of you to man the fort, so to speak. Usually, that wouldn’t be an issue, but Matt had been increasingly temperamental leading up to the ex parte hearing. His normal reserved demeanor had rapidly been replaced by a moody, antagonistic version of him–driving poor Karen to her wit’s end. 

After Matt had incited a screaming match over a spilled cup of coffee, you’d told her to take her lunch early, giving her a couple hours where she didn’t need to walk on eggshells. The plan seemed to be working so far, Matt responding with less hostility to your persistent support rather than Karen’s eager suggestions for an aggressive approach. Something about this case had rubbed Matt the wrong way. His invisible hackles were standing on end, posture almost bristling as he sat beside you, twisting a white-knuckled fist around his cane. And, though you understood why Karen was pushing for another solution, you agreed with Matt that this needed to be handled quickly and quietly. 

Scowling at the floor, Matt’s joints rolled beneath the delicate skin of his hands. His jaw was clenched, shoulders curled inward, as if he expected the judge to request a fist fight to grant the protection order. Christ, that could not be comfortable.

Carefully, slow enough to not spook him when he was in this state, you slid the pads of your fingers over the back of his hand. Prying his firm grip off the handle of his cane, you cradled his massive, calloused hand in your lap. He visibly relaxed at the touch, twisting to face you as you traced gentle patterns over his skin, careful to avoid the line of freshly healed cuts on his knuckles. Your curiosity would have to wait for now. There was no way he was in the mood to explain those.

A breathy rumble sounded in his throat, akin to a sigh but less obvious. The same noise he’d made all those days ago at Josie’s–the quiet indication that something wasn’t right. 

Bottom lip jutting out in sympathy, you squeezed his fingers with your own. “It’ll be ok, Matty.” 

He swallowed roughly, hazel eyes darting around behind his red lenses. You could practically see the thoughts forming in his mind before he buried them, the stress forcing him back into bad habits. Sweeping your fingers over his wrist, you studied him, satisfaction thrumming in your chest when his breath hitched. “Hey, talk to me, trouble. What are you thinking?”

“It’s not going to go well.” His voice was pitched low, angry, but there was a brief undercurrent of fear within it. 

“We don’t know that.” You chastised lightly, knowing this pessimistic streak was a coping mechanism and not confirmation he’d become a nihilist. 

“I can feel it. Can’t you feel it? It’s like every officer is laughing at us. We’ve already lost.” Watching Matt, the perpetual optimist, crumble at the thought of things not going the way you’d planned nearly broke your heart. 

“Oh trouble, don’t say that.” Threading your fingers with his, you knocked your knees together. “It’ll be ok. Even if the judge doesn’t grant the order today, we won’t stop trying, right?”

“No but she needs legal protection now. Truthfully, she needs an armed guard.” Matt spoke bitterly.

“We can get her temporary protection.” You suggested.

“They’d never grant that for a simple DV case. Besides, those are his coworkers. Do you really trust them to keep her safe from him?” Matt scoffed, raising a brow at you. 

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you jabbed your pinky into the flesh of his palm. “I wasn’t suggesting we go to the police, Matthew. You and I both know how little good that would do.”

Deflating as he realized you weren’t being as naive as he suspected, Matt frowned. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright. Not everyone knows the flaws in the system.” You reassured him. “But I do. To some extent, at least.”

He hummed in agreement, but said nothing. 

“What’s really bothering you?” At your insistent question, Matt’s face flashed with rage, his spine straightening as he tried to pull out of your grasp, but you held fast. “Don’t you dare, trouble. Please, talk to me. It’s eating you away, I can’t sit here and let that happen.” 

Sighing harshly, Matt ran a hand over his face. “I just..this case feels different. I don’t know why. But if we can’t help her…”

“All we can do is try our best.” You reminded him. 

He let out a single humorless laugh. “I suppose that’s true.” 

When you let his hand drop, he made that pitiful, choked noise again. 

“What?” You asked, slightly worried. 

“Nothing. Just tired.” He lied, wrapping his hand back around the handle of his cane.

It was only once you were truly together that you realized what that specific sound was meant to signify. 

Since you’d officially started dating, or rather labeling whatever you two had as a relationship instead of dancing around each other, that stupid noise had cemented itself in your life. It seemed like Matt was making it every damn day and it was driving you up a wall. 

Not because Matt wasn’t entitled to his feelings or to expressing said feelings. But because your brain registered that the sound had a specific meaning, and you could not for the life of you translate it from a mere Matt-ism into a language you actually understood. Every little quirk and charm about Matt inherently made sense to you, they always had. Yet this little growling exhale seemed out of your reach. Not to mention, anytime you tried to ask him what was up, he shut down faster than a computer chip dunked in pool water.

Sitting on his couch as he typed on his laptop, he snarled out that sound, eyes darting towards you and away before you could blink. Brows furrowing, you peered at him over the top edge of your book. A muscle in his cheek twitched, a blaring omen that he was holding himself back from saying something. 

“You ok?” You asked, nose scrunching as Matt brushed off your concern. 

“Yep. Hungry.” He grumbled. 

One word answers. Great start. Really breaking down his walls there, champ. 

“Oh, gotcha. I’ll order something. Have a taste for anything in particular?” Setting your book across your thighs, you opened up a delivery app on your phone. 

“No.” 

“Okay...” You drawled, stifling an eye roll at his grouchiness. “How about that Lebanese place we liked?” 

Receiving nothing but a thumbs up in response, you submit an order before Matt reached another stage of hangriness. 

Once Matt had eaten half of his shawarma, he was more agreeable. Smiling and chuckling sweetly as you read him cheesy snippets of your romance novel. Crawling across the couch until you were seated beside him, you stretched over his lap to snatch a piece of pita bread for your plate of hummus. Matt blew out a breath, tickling your ear as he grunted. Now that you were close, you could hear the shrill, whimpering undertone. Hidden, nearly silent, as if the growl was to compensate for the whine, to conceal it. 

Craning your neck towards him, you planted your free hand on your hip. 

“Alright. Out with it.” 

“Out with what?” Matt gave his best ‘befuddled’ impression, but you saw past his feigned innocence. 

Snorting, you prodded his firm chest. As your finger connected with his solid pec, he whimpered again, this time almost moaning. Something clicked. 

“Matthew Michael Murdock,” You gasped. “You are not making that sound instead of asking to cuddle.” 

Blushing furiously, Matt dipped his head, ashamed–though he made no attempt to deny the allegation.

Laughing incredulously, you tossed your plate aside and settled into Matt’s lap, threading a hand into his hair. “You are a ridiculous man.”

Matt rumbled happily, leaning into the touch until his head landed against your chest. Clutching his face between your palms, you trailed soft touches over his cheeks, around his ears–scratching tenderly down his neck when he practically melted beneath your fingertips.

“You could’ve told me that’s what you wanted, all this time…” Shaking your head, you planted a kiss atop his thick hair. “Why suffer in silence?”

“Didn’t want to force you. It’s been different. Since..everything.” 

Snuggling in close, you maneuvered his chin with two fingers, kissing him deeply. His stubble brushed over your skin roughly, making you smile. “You can always always ask, trouble. No need to be a martyr with me.”

“Sorry,” Matt murmured against your lips, chasing your mouth with a mournful noise as you pulled away. 

“Don’t be sorry. Now come here.” Tugging him on top of you, you laughed brightly as he squirmed over you, finally relaxed when his face was tucked against your neck. “That’s it. Better?” 

“Much better.” He whispered, going limp under your touch as your fingers stroked up his back.

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[faulty-writes]

Maybe some headcanons where Bakugou, Tamaki, and Mirio are hit by a quirk that makes them behave mostly the opposite of themselves for a few days to a week.

Bakugou is kind and gentle towards the reader and so visibly in love. He's become quite the gentleman!

Tamaki is super energetic, extremely romantic, and declares his affections in front of at least his entire class.

And Mirio is so very, very gloomy but he's practically attached to the reader and says they're, "One of the precious few rays of light left in this gray, gray world."

[ I really like this request. Hah, personality changes are the best! ]

Katsuki's behavior shocked everyone, including you. Being his usual hot-headed self, he ended up in a quirk accident that changed his personality. When Mr. Aizawa assured you, the effects would be only temporary, you were grateful because Katsuki acting so…sweet, and gentle was just as frightful as when he was his usual self.

Normally, he would be protective of you, but now it's different. "Here, I don't want you to get wet," he said, holding the umbrella over you while he got soaked. "Nothing will happen to me, but someone like you shouldn't be caught out in the rain," he smiled sweetly at you while you trembled in response.

If someone talked to you in the wrong way, he'd pull you close and say, "Please don't speak that way to Y/n, they mean a lot to me, yeah?" Despite this, his loving gaze resembled his angry one and you tried to believe that the real Katsuki Bakugou was still somewhere inside him.

"Let's cuddle!" he would announce bluntly, no matter who was around. If you didn't respond fast enough, he'd pull you into his lap by force. He'd have his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

There was more thought put into your dates and he showed a greater interest in your hobbies. He would take you to your favorite restaurant or spend the evening in the dorm reading or watching a movie. He didn't get angry when others commented on how romantic or sappy he was, unlike before.

He could only react in anger when the effects of the quirk wore off and everyone shared the stories of what he did. "What the hell do you mean I did all that!?" He demanded, explosions sounding from his hands. It was only natural for you to smile because you missed the hotheaded Katsuki.

"Stay close to me, I love you so much…you're so kind and sweet and I can't bear to be apart from you!" To say Tamaki's reaction was surprising would be an understatement. It was like his hero persona times a thousand when he talked so bluntly about his affection for you. But his sudden personality change was credited to a quirk incident.

"I got these for you! They're so gorgeous, just like you. I…I just wanted to thank you for being my biggest fan and….love. I love you so much! I don't care who knows it!" He said after marching over to your desk in the morning and presenting you with the largest bouquet of flowers you had ever seen.

"Wow, another love letter for you! Guess this quirk accident brought out the more loving side of Amajiki, huh?" Nejire teased. It was clear she meant no harm, but Tamaki's love letters were beginning to get out of control. Since the incident, you must have found one to two in your locker every day.

During training exercises, it was normal for friends to cheer for you, but Tamaki took that to another level. The fact that he shouted your name enthusiastically and formed letters with his tentacles was endearing, but it was also distracting.

"Don't rub it off this time, okay!" He said, pressing a small kiss against your cheek. "I just want to kiss you forever!" he exclaimed trailing kisses across your reddened face. You hoped you wouldn't have to adjust to his lack of shame when it came to public affection.

"T-that's horrifying! W-why would I d-do all that!?" He squeaked out, hiding his face behind his hands as he appeared to be close to a panic attack. While part of you missed the proud and outspoken Tamaki, this version was the one you loved.

A quirk incident transformed Mirio into an emotional rollercoaster in a whole new way, and all the good parts of his personality vanished, leaving only doom and gloom behind.

As a result, he lost all his confidence and motivation, not to mention he questioned his purpose as a hero. "Don't get me wrong…having a quirk is great…but…my quirk is just so lame compared to others and if I don't have a cool, flashy quirk..then what's the point?" You wondered whether those were his real thoughts or if his mind was also thrown back to middle school.

"You're truly my only source of sunshine…the rest of this world is…dull and gray to me…" Mirio sought your company whenever and wherever he could, he didn't care if others were watching when he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, almost as if he was trying to hide from the gray world he described.

As his self-confidence dwindled, he refused to attend class and skipped hero training. To your surprise, he began discussing new dreams unrelated to his previous lifelong dream of becoming a hero. These included exploring new interests and hobbies and you could only remain supportive.

"I can't stand this gloomy world without you. If you left…I don't know what I'd do…I'd just wither away," you assumed this was his way of expressing his gratitude that you hadn't abandoned him during the long week following the quirk accident.

"Hah! Wow, really? I can't believe that quirk accident made me think so negatively about becoming a hero and yes, my quirk may not be flashy but I can still save the world," he said after all the quirk effects wore off. Then he poked your nose and with a cheesy grin said, "Thanks for putting up with me! I totally owe you one!"

[slut4megantheestallion]

Being in a relationship with the Unholy Trinity Headcannons

Santana lopez:

Santana first laid eyes on you the minute she saw you in the glee club. She was very popular in school for being in the cheerios and Glee club. no one in glee really caught her eye until she saw you, you had a huge crush on the Latina cheerleader you thought you would never have a chance with her, until she spoke to you and then eventually you two got closer with each other and that when you became a real couple.

● Santana really loved you than no other, she was really glad that you're her girlfriend, Santana was so afraid to come out of the closet, but when she started dating you she didn't have a care in the world, everyone in McKinley knew that you two were dating but you didn't care at all.

● You are the only one who understands and calms Santana down when she's angry or upset.

● Santana loves singing duets with each other.

● You started joining the cheerios just to be around her.

● Santana has no problems beating someone's ass or standing up to anyone for you.

● She can be very overprotective over you and can be very jealous if she sees anyone flirting or being too close for comfort around you.

● Santana teaching you how to speak Spanish.

● Loves hanging together at breadstix Lima all the time, so you can spend more time together.

● Always sticking up for santana when the new directions gang up on her or saying anything rude because you refuse to see or hear anyone talk bad about her.

● 5 of pda but prefers it private

● a lot of physical affection like hand holding and cuddling, and you love to hear her rant about things when she's pissed or having a bad day.

● Always telling santana that you will always love get and that she's your special person.

● Both of you spoiling each other

● Never any arguments, she refuses to raise her voice at you and never violent with you she would never imagine hurting you. She loves you way too much.

● She is rude towards everyone else but a puppy towards you.

● You both can be very jealous, but that's only because you both hate thinking about being with anyone else.

● You're her number 1 fan, and she's the most talented singer in the glee club.

●Being with santana is the best thing in your life. She's confident, gorgeous, and will literally destroy anyone for you, and there's no other in the world like her.

Quinn Fabray:

Quinn first met you at cheerios practice. At first, she did not like you at all she would make rude comments or make fun of you, but that all changed once she got pregnant and joined the glee club.

● When quinn found out she was pregnant she, she was very shocked that you stood up for her and supported her after the things she said about you, but she loved how you were there for her when no one else was.

● You guys would walk each other to your classes and would talk for hours and hours and later in you two got even closer, Quinn started getting feelings for you and became an official relationship.

● She's very thoughtful. She would invite you over to her house, let you sit over at her table during lunch.

● You always go to every cheerleading competition and scream loudly just to encourage her and the rest of the Cheerios.

● She would pick you up after practice and give you a ride home and would go hang out like at her place or to the movies.

● Kids at school stopped bullying since you started dating the most popular girl in school

● Both of you being partnered in Glee club singing songs together for assignment.

● You weren't expecting a girl like quinn fabray to date you she was very distant from the start and you never thought she would pay you to any mind since she's very popular and the captain of the Cheerios.

● Quinn never really liked expressing her feeling at all and would pretend like everything is fine but she started becomg more relax and opening up to you a bit more, and became more comfortable in her own skin with you

● You love her smile,Her smile is so gorgeous.

● Quinn made a promise that one day, the two of you would get out of here and start a new life and live together and get married.

● Quinn loves you more than everything else even though the relationship was a bit rocky, but quinn is lucky to have you in her life.

Brittany S. Pierce:

You first met Brittany after being slushied in the face. You were honestly surprised that she was helping you take off the slushy off your clothes and face.

● Brittany was very nice to you she would wave at you down the hallway. She would make a lot of conversation with you even though half of the time she didn't really make any sense, but you still listened.

● You and Brittany got closer when she needed help with her chemistry homework, Brittany always doubts herself, but you always reassured her that she is smart, and that's when you guys started dating.

● You're always defending her against anyone.

● You telling something off when someone calls her stupid.

● You find it so cute how innocent and naive she is.

● She calls you unicorn.

● You were so ready to fight artie when he called her stupid.

● Alot of pda, and she's not afraid to show it.

● Makeout sessions, especially in her bedroom.

● You love watching Brittany dance she is a really awesome dancer.

● Always holding hands with you

● Lord tubbington loves you.

● Both of you listen to Britney Spears together.

● Brittany loves you so much, and you were the only one who didn't treat her like everyone else's treats her in this school, and she's happy she's with you.

(I'm rewatching glee because I stopped watching it around season 4 so I'm rewatching it so I can pick up where I left off and I had this idea in my drafts for a while so hear you go Idk if the glee Fandom is still alive?)

[lunarmoonanons]

A Better Mother

🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕

Visenya always wanted a daughter.

🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕

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She had arrived a year ago, a month after her fourteenth nameday. She was younger than the other ladies at the court and if it were not for her high name and background she would’ve blended with the wall, for she did not try to do anything to stand out. Not wanting any attention from the King or any noble man at the court. She wanted to avoid any man who would want to marry her at her young age. But in her attempt to avoid the men in the court she failed to notice the violet eyes of the Queen Mother on her. Eyes that did not see a child from another woman at court, but a spiritual child she was entitled to. 

Visenya did not entrench herself with ladies at the court. Finding them shallow, frightened little things that could not hold a candle to a real woman. But her contempt for the ladies at court did not extend to a child she met a year ago. A small frightened little girl that, while she knew didn’t come from her, she felt was her own daughter. Visenya never felt such maternal affection for another person before besides Maegor. And even with Maegor it wasn’t this intense. She didn’t know what it was, but she loved this little girl. Having a need for a daughter. One she could call Rhaenys. 

~~~

A year ago

Visenya walked around the finished castle. Maegor’s Red King. It was impressive and she would’ve been certain Aegon could’ve been proud if he was ever proud of her son. She was in a dower mood today, it was the day she lost someone close to her. Closer than Aegon ever was. Rhaenys. Her baby sister. Her sweetheart of old. 

And seeing all these vain women in the court. All trying to gain a husband or high status. Rhaenys cared about children and the small folk. She was kind and sweet. She loved to fly and be around flowers and in the outdoors. Her sweet sister. Her dead sister. And on this day she was upset. Not sad but angry. Angry at the ladies, angry at the Dornish, angry at her life, angry at everything. 

So she did not even think seeing a girl would make her happy but life was strange that way. She was walking to get away from the court, not knowing why something was telling her she had to go to the courtyard. 

When she was outside in the bare gardens. She thought that Maegor should have Highgarden transplant flowers to the garden. But her thoughts about the bare garden were interrupted by the sound of giggling. While there weren't a lot of flowers there were some dandelions and daisies that grew in the ground. So it wasn’t strange to see the occasional butterfly or bee floating about the garden. When she found the source of the giggling she found a child playing with a butterfly in the garden. It was a girl sitting on the ground, her dress billowing around her as she raised her hand and tried to let the flying insect land on her tiny fingers. The butterfly seemed to dance around the girl’s fingers and landed on her index finger. She brought the butterfly to her face and kissed its wings. Letting it fly away when she was finished. 

Visenya for a moment saw her little sister once again. How delicate the girl was in comparison to her sister. Her sweetheart. How sweet this girl was, just like Rhaenys. Just like the hypothetical daughter she always wanted. Subconsciously, Visenya placed and rubbed her hand on her womb, imagining this girl to be hers. Taking a chance she walked further toward the girl trying her best to seem gentle. 

The girl looked up at the sound of footsteps and widened her eyes at the sight of Visenya coming toward her. She immediately stood up and smoothed her dress to look presentable to the Queen Mother. Her hair was not up and was slightly unkempt. She was so much smaller than the woman in front of her. Visenya didn’t know where this maternal feeling was coming from. But she needed to be near this child and protect her. 

“How may I help you, your majesty?” The girl asked, keeping her gaze down. 

Visenya stepped in front of the girl and placed her fingers under the girl’s chin. Lifting her face to look at Visenya. She was young, couldn’t have been older than thirteen or fourteen. She was younger than all the others at the court. And in her youthful face, Visenya saw her as a daughter. 

“What are you doing here? All alone?”  Visenya asked. Keeping her fingers under her chin. 

“My…my aunt said to get some fresh air. I’m not comfortable here at court. I was just playing with the butterflies.” The girl said quietly. 

Visenya moved her hand from under her chin to the side of the girl’s face. Cradling her smooth cheek in her hand. She was so beautiful and so sweet. She was here without her mother. A motherless child. Though logically Visenya knew this child had her own mother, she thought that she was without one at court and needed a maternal figure. 

Before Visenya could ask the girl any more questions a mature voice called out. A blonde woman, she looked in her fifties, came out from a path. She was dressed in the same fashion as the girl. High Waisted dress, hair up with curls framing her face, pearl earrings and hair adornments. 

“YN. It’s time for- Oh! Your majesty. I see you found my niece.” The older woman smiled and held her hand out for the young girl. The child, YN, stepped away from Visenya’s hold and walked quickly toward her aunt. Hugging her aunt and hiding her face in her aunt's neck. 

“She’s very shy.” Her aunt explained. “We have to go. I promised to have luncheon with her at this time.” 

Visenya narrowed her eyes and then nodded her head toward the woman. Signalling them to go. She watched as the woman wrapped her arm around the girl and led her away. Her eyes on the girl’s back as she walked away. 

“YN…Rhaenys… Sweetheart.” Visenya listed the names going through her head. 

She was maternal. She was a mother. And this was a motherless child.

~~~

Visneya tried to interject herself in the girl’s life as the months followed. Tried to be an important figure in this child’s life. But the obstacle to her desires was the girl’s aunt. She would steer the girl away from others at court. Away from the gazes of men, from the whispers of the women, and from the hunger of the King. But in her attempt to protect her niece she kept her away from Visenya. When the Queen mother had nothing but good intentions. What she thought were good intentions. The year went on with the child filtering about the court and the Queen mother watching her. Thinking of her as her hypothetical daughter more and more. 

When she learned the girl was to have her fifteenth nameday soon. She wanted to have the girl spend the day with her on Dragonstone. Flying, spending time in nature, having a day together where she could call the girl her daughter at the end of the day. But she couldn’t just snatch the girl from court without cause. She had to deal with her aunt firstmost. Though she didn’t see how this woman should keep her from her spiritual daughter, she realized logically the girl was in her care. So Visneya marched up to the woman's holdings, a room connected to the girl’s room. 

But when she entered, unceremoniously, she noticed the older woman packing her things and packing the girls things. Visenya panicked and announced herself loudly. 

“What are you doing?!” Visenya demanded. Her loud question made the woman and the girl look up. YN looked frightened and brought her hand to the ends of her hair twirling the strands. 

The older woman did not look frightened, she stepped in front of her niece and grabbed her hands. “Go to your bed. Wait for me.” 

“But-”

“Now. YN.” The girl nodded and practically ran to her room. The woman turned to Visenya and narrowed her eyes. Crossing her arms, she took a brave stance against the Queen. “We are leaving. She wants to go home. She wants to be away from here and the eyes of you and your son. You have tried to intertwine yourself in her life and have only frightened her in response.”

“You cannot take her away from me.” Visenya seethed. She stepped closer to the woman. Trying to intimidate her with her taller stature and hardened eyes. But the woman was brave. She glared back at Visenya with equal intimidation. 

“She is not yours to have. You have concocted this idea that she belongs to you Targaryens because you believe everyone is subject to you. But she is MY niece. My charge and I will protect her. Even from you.” The woman said. She was brave. As an older woman she did not have a fawning personality to take things laying down. 

“You won’t take my daughter from me. She is mine. My sweetheart. Mine.” Visenya’s voice grew louder. 

“I will die to protect her. You cannot take on all of Highgarden.” The woman said. 

“Then you will die.” Visenya said simply and brought her sword out. The woman finally looked alarmed and tried to step back. But she could not get far. Visenya grabbed her and put her sword through her chest. The woman let out a shout of pain. Visenya tried to cover her mouth but she bit down on her hand. Visenya let the woman fall to the ground as she began to die. But she called out to her niece and yelled for her to run. 

The girl didn’t run. She stepped through the door connecting the rooms and saw her aunt on the ground. She let out a yelp and ran to her aunt's body. The dying woman lifted her hand to the girl’s cheek. The girl grabbed her body and began to cry. 

“Aunt Lydia! Please! Please don’t die! You can’t leave me here! Somebody help us!” The girl shouted. Her aunt's blood soaking her dress as her aunt's bloody hand stroked her cheek. Then fell as she died. 

“So… her name was Lydia. It’ll be fine sweetheart.” Visenya stepped toward the girl reaching out to stroke her hand. 

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” The girl screamed. Visenya stepped back letting the girl grieve. She had to do something to prevent her girl from leaving. 

Visenya left the room. Ordering the walking guards to stand by the room and not to let anyone leave. She made her way to her son as she knew he would want to be alerted to what she had done before anyone else told him. Her heart hurt at the sounds of her girl screaming from grief. 

When she saw her son in the council chamber she narrowed her eyes at his advisors. “Leave us.” She demanded. They looked to the king who nodded for them to go. 

“You looked troubled, mother. What is wrong?” Maegor asked. 

“I have killed the girl’s aunt.” Visenya said. 

“The child from my court?” Maegor asked. 

“Yes.” 

“Well… I was planning to have that woman killed weeks ago. I didn’t want her in way of my new bride.” Visenya grew angry at her son's declaration. 

“She is not your bride. She is my daughter.” Visenya said plainly. Trying to remain cool headed. 

“I am the King. I can take any bride I want.” Maegor defended. 

“You cannot have this child. She is mine.” Visenya grew angrier at the moments passing. When Maegor made way to stand over his mother and demand the girl, Visenya grabbed him by his throat and held him seated. Bringing a sword to his throat. Maegor could not see his caring mother in her eyes. Nothing but Maternal rage burned in her eyes as she glared at him. Seething with every breath she took. 

“You. Cannot. Have. My. Daughter.” Visenya warned. “Am I understood?” 

Maegor took a moment then nodded. Allowing her to release his neck and stand back. “Where will you take this girl?”

“Dragonstone. We will be happy there.” Visenya said. “Call for men to remove the body and return it to Highgarden.” 

Maegor nodded, and with that Visenya left the room. She made her way back to the girl’s room. Visenya knew she had to comfort her daughter. Let her know they were getting away from the expectations of the court. That she would protect and spoil her. That they would never be apart again. When she stood outside the room she collected herself and steadied her shaking hand. 

Once she entered she had to duck the cup thrown at her head. She saw her child, with tears streaming down her face, glaring with a new bravery that the shy girl did not possess before. Visenya raised her hands in a calming gesture, trying to prove she was no threat. 

“It is fine now child. Nothing will separate us now.” Visenya tried to reassure her. 

“I’m not going anywhere with you! You murderer! You thief!” YN shouted. 

Visenya hardened at the accusation. She was a warrior. A mother. Not some heartless thief and murderer. What she did was for her children. And she would not listen to accusations that she would steal without cause.

“That’s enough, Rhaenys.” She scolded, purple eyes narrowing.

“I. Am. Not. Rhaenys! My name is YN!” YN screamed. She tried to seem brave but she was no warrior.

Visenya said nothing at first. Then stalked toward the girl, pushing her against the wall. YN braced against the cold stone but she put on a brave glare and stared up at the woman.

“You will not speak to your mother in that tone.” Visenya said lowly.

“You are not my mother.” YN said bravely.

Visenya grabbed the girl's upper arms and held on tight. Her nail;s digging slightly into her arms as she looked down manically at the child before her. “Yes I am. I am your mother now. And You will treat me with respect.”

“I will defy you at every turn.” The girl promised. 

“Maybe so Rhaenys. But you will stay with me.” Visenya said. “Your things will be taken to Dragonstone. You will stay with me there. Now come.” 

YN tried to resist as Visenya grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the room. Pulling the girl along as she shouted and screamed to be let go. She was thrown in a carriage and taken out of the city. As the girl’s things were taken to Dragonstone, the girl was dragged to the older woman’s dragon. Forcefully sat upon the beast, the girl stopped her screaming and began to cry as the beast started its flight to Dragonstone. 

Visenya tried to soothe her daughter. But knew deep down nothing she could say would solve her pain. But she was her daughter now. And nothing could separate them. 

@gulnarsultan

[varpusvaras]

Fox wakes up choking on a scream.

He stumbles up and almost falls out of his bed, managing to plant his hand on the floor before he does so. He is heaving, with sharp taste of bile coating his mouth, as the images of his nightmares are still playing in his mind, projected to his eyes like he is seeing them happen in front of him.

He wants to think that they are only nightmares, but he cannot, because he doesn't know if they are true, or if something far worse is happening, if Bail or Breha are even alive anymore, or if something even worse than that is being done to them, or-

Leia starts to cry. Fox swallows. The taste of bile doesn't go anywhere.

He lets himself drop out of the bed to the floor, and he then picks himself up to go get Leia.

The ship is not big. It is just big enough to have it's own hyperdrive, but just barely. It is one that is supposed to be able to stay unnoticed. One in a thousand similar looking ships.

Impersonal.

Fox misses home already.

The only real bed in the ship is small enough that Fox hadn't felt comfortable in having Leia sleep with him in it, in case he would wake up trashing, like he just had, no matter how much he'd wanted to just keep holding onto her, at all times.

The travel cot Leia is laying is only a few steps away from the bed, and Fox knows that the cot had been put there just for her. That is the ships whole purpose, after all. To save Leia.

Fox does not want to think about the fact that the ship is too small to house more people than one adult and one baby. He does not want to think of the fact that the ship had been chosen carefully for its use.

He does not want to think about the fact that the plan had never been for them all to escape.

Fox does not think about the fact that he has left Bail and Breha behind.

Instead, he focuses all of his thoughts and attention to Leia.

"Hey, hey", he says to her, as he picks her up. "It's okay."

Leia is squeezing her eyes tightly shut as she cries, loud, high-pitched cries, her hands curled into angry little fists. She has never before been an excessive crier, with most of the time someone already tending to her after the tiniest of noises. Usually she calms down quickly enough, too.

Not this time.

This time, she cries and cries and cries, with big, hot tears running down her face, and her hands stay curled up and jam against Fox's chest as he holds her. She cries and cries and cries, making the whole ship echo with the noise.

Bail had the habit of just holding her during the night, even when she hadn't been crying. Breha would usually bring her to their bedroom for the rest of the night, after she'd tended to her. During those nights, with all three of them there, Leia would be the happiest little girl in the entire Galaxy.

"Perhaps she can feel it", Bail had said, once. "The love we have for her."

The thought that Leia could feel their emotions, their love and adoration, had eased up Fox's mind, back then. If she could feel it all, then she would never have to doubt their affection towards her.

Now, Fox can only dread the whole thought.

"Shhh", Fox tries to soother her, once again. "Shhh, Leili'ika. Shh. It's okay. Buir is here. It's okay."

Leia cries. Perhaps she can feel the fact that Fox doesn't believe in a single word that he is saying.

"Shhh", Fox tries. "It's okay."

Leia cries.

Fox holds her closer and cries too.

---

The house is quiet.

It is still standing, with no signs of battle or forced entry. The sand outside of it looks undisturbed.

Fox breathes a little deeper. If the Empire had already been there, he would've noticed.

Still, he keeps his blaster set on live rounds, as he slowly makes his way towards the house.

Leia has quieted down, now. She is awake, still, but she stays silent and unmoving underneath the blanket Fox has wrapped around her. It is not ideal to have her with him, but he couldn't risk leaving her alone in the ship, either.

He has heard enough of what Tatooine is like, already. Everything there is a risk.

They make it closer to the door. Fox holds Leia tighter, and turns his body around to shield her, as he steps slowly closer and closer.

He keeps his finger on the trigger the whole time.

They make it to the door. Fox knocks on it, the side of the blaster's barrel banging onto it sharply.

There is a moment of silence.

A light gust of wind blows down the dunes.

Leia sniffles.

The door opens.

The first thing that comes outside of the door is another blaster, aimed straight at Fox. Fox jumps back, twisting more around Leia.

The blaster doesn't fire.

Leia stays quiet.

Then, General Kenobi steps outside as well.

He looks at Fox with squinted eyes, his brow furrowed deeply.

"How did you find this place?" He asks. His voice is sharp and accusing, like he is interrogating Fox on the spot.

"I had the coordinates", Fox answers. "From Bail."

Something shifts in General Kenobi's eyes. It's like he is looking at Fox more intently now, like he is looking at more than Fox's face.

"...Commander Fox?" He asks. The blaster in his hands lowers ever so slightly. "I thought you were-"

"Dead?" Fox finishes up for him. "Most people in the Galaxy do."

General Kenobi looks like he wants to ask more about it momentarily, but then his expression shifts again, and he blinks and looks down at Leia.

He looks suddenly very pale underneath the light of the moons.

"We were discovered", Fox tells him. "Bail and Breha are-"

Gone.

Fox doesn't want to say it.

He doesn't need to. General Kenobi puts the blaster away, and steps out of the doorway.

"Come in", he says. "It's not safe out in the desert."

It's not safe anywhere, anymore, Fox thinks.

He doesn't say it.

Instead, he steps past General Kenobi into the house.

[ffleurist]

2PM LOVE

synopsis in which you had a crush on yuta okkotsu since young.

note: # mentions of divorce. angst to comfort fluff! wc 1k +

Love. 

An intense feeling of deep affection for someone. As a child, you didn’t understand the meaning of love. Back then to you, love was books and books were your love. Sure, you received ample love from your parents and loved ones. The sneaky glances your parents throw at each other during family gatherings, the way your father opens the door for your mother like a gentleman, the way he soothed the goosebumps on your mother’s delicate skin with his calloused hands whenever she got cold. It’s the way their hips sway to their ‘anniversary song’ that echoes your humble abode across your living room, looking at each other with so much love. 

That, to you, was love; your parents' love for each other. Not that you’d say it out loud, of course. But someday, you will find love like your parents.

Growing up on the outskirts of Tokyo, you had a lovely childhood and you couldn’t ask for more. But it was all in vain. After 20 years of a blissful marriage, along with 3 children, your parents had a divorce. You weren’t quite sure what happened because they felt really in love. It also hit you when your father had to move out alongside your two siblings, leaving you and your mother alone on the outskirts of Tokyo. 

You wanted to be mad when you found out that just after 2 months of being divorced, your father had found himself a newer and younger lover. Never had you felt so betrayed. You felt angry and sad, for your mother who hides her pain with a sweet smile, assuring you that she’s not affected by it. But in reality, you know it’s a facade when you can hear her muffled sobs every night. 

From then on, you didn’t believe in love and promised to never fall in love. Thus, you grew up finding solace and comfort deep inside your books.

After 2 years of your parent’s divorce, you met a boy.

In front of your mother, you pretended that falling in love was a sin, you confidently vowed to never fall in love but why does your heart skip a beat whenever you see the boy with disheveled black hair and dark blue eyes? Why does your hand get so sweaty whenever your fingers brush his? When you told your mother about the situation you were in with your big doe eyes, she couldn’t help but laugh saying you have developed a crush. 

A crush on a boy named Yuta Okkotsu? 

You first met Yuta at a local bookstore not too far away from your neighbourhood. Every day, at 2pm, without fail you’ll catch him reading in the corner of the store, giggling to himself. What a weird boy. Perhaps he was reading a comedy series? You didn’t know what came to you that day, the ground beneath your feet swept you towards that young boy’s direction. He slowly shifted his gaze from the book to you. 

Embarrassed, you struck up a conversation “uhhh hi! what book are you reading?”. 

You have been friends ever since. He’d meet you outside your door, waving your mom goodbye before racing each other to the bookstore. You visit there so often that the owner recognizes you two. Once, you fell asleep on Yuta’s shoulder while his cheeks were on top of your head with a book in hand. The owner, Ms Belle, cooed at the adorable sight.   

He spent so much time with you that he’s grown attuned to you and your little habits. The way you stomp your feet when something exciting happens – like when the main character decides to finally confess to his crush. He knows you like to run your fingers along the shelves. He knows how you hate folding the edges of your paper so for your 8th birthday, he got you a bookmark with your name engraved.

One word to describe you and Yuta would be inseparable. You’d do things together. You’d have a sleepover at his house on some nights, and some at yours. He knows how much you hate crowds, so he would hold onto your pinky while he leads you both to a more quiet, and safe place. 

You were 9 years old when you finally realised that you had a crush on Yuta Okkotsu. However, you were also 9 years old when you had your heart broken, by a boy besides your father. He had to move to the other side of the world, far from Tokyo, Japan. His absence left you all alone again. The worst part of all, you didn’t have a chance to tell him that you liked him.

Perhaps you were right. You won’t believe in love and promise to never fall in love. Although deep down behind closed doors, love –your parents once shared, was all you craved for.

10 years later. Everything has changed. You grew taller, no longer the shortest in class. Your voice matured. Everything changed, even the the childhood bookstore closed down when you were 11. You no longer have a crush on Yuta Okkotsu. Lies. You’ll remember him forever.

Glancing at your Apple Watch, it read 2pm. You had to meet your friends at 2.30pm at the train station but since you were already early, you decided to stop by the newly opened bookstore.

The distinct aroma of earthy with a hint of vanilla from the pages of books that were stacked neatly on a wooden shelf instantly made you relaxed, like you were at home. Like a muscle memory, you run your fingers along the shelves, a habit of yours while trying to find a book that catches your attention. Abruptly, your fingers came to a stop. Your eyes lingered on a certain book. You were so deep in the thought you didn’t realise someone coming up to you. 

“The Love Hypothesis, huh?” 

That voice. His voice was honeyed yet soft spoken.

You shifted your gaze to your right where the stranger is. He’s taller than you, but not that tall, his hair no longer disheveled. Black hair and dark blue eyes carrying a radiant gentle smile that could probably light up the sky. —the same smile he carried in the past.

Your eyes lit up. “Yuta Okkotsu?”

fml i really really dont like how this turns out but i just had to clear from my drafts. i love yuta sm.. and i m so sleepy rn happy 2024 my loves 🩷

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my other works <3

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[yanderedrabbles]

hiii, love ur stuff. Do you have any tips on writing/making it better? Anything I try to write is super short and bland tbh

I'm so flattered that you're asking me anon! Personally, I think writing style can change a lot over time. And bland doesn't necessarily mean bad.

I used to have such a huge issue grasping the idea, but your work doesn't have to be dense with metaphors or paragraphs of prose to be good.

I think a lot of it comes from the prestige of literary writing. The idea that you're not a real writer unless you're being artistic. And to most of us, artistic usually means lots of metaphors, lots of prose, lots of slightly confusing allegories. And God forbid you write to be popular or to cater to mass appeal. In that case, my mind insisted on telling me I wasn't an artist, I was a hack. A sell-out.

What utter bull. A simple, bare-bones writing style is just as appealing as a richer, more descriptive one. Think Hemingway. Notorious for clear cut and direct prose, and he's considered one of the greats.

That being said, here are some of my tips to write longer, more interesting pieces:

Clichés. Oh, the dreaded cliche. Almost unavoidable, because it gets the job done. Says what needs to be said. I thought avoiding clichés like the plague was the best option, but I've since come to appreciate the art of freshening up a cliche. Giving it a unique twist.

The most famous example I can think of is:

She looked like a million bucks tax free.

Two words added onto a tired cliche, and suddenly it's new and fresh and has all sorts of implications.

In fanfic, there are more than a few phrases that get used by just about everyone.

"His eyes darkened. He growled. His grip tightened."

If using those was a crime I'd be serving on death row. But the truth is, they work. They convey the idea. With how often they show up though, I think it's fair that they get spiffed up now and again. Exchange the classics for slight variations.

"His eyes were getting darker by the second. He snarled. His hold was hot iron, and it was cooling fast."

Don't be too fanatic, but whenever a sentence feels a little stale, see what you can change to make it unique.

Voice. Seriously, the secret power behind the best authors. Voice is that undefinable sense of character that makes a piece far more engaging. Examples of fics that use a pretty strong voice are the Hush fic, Yandere Sherriff and Yandere Prison Warden.

When it comes to nailing down voice ask yourself:

What time period am I writing in? Are there phrases or slang that were popular at the time?

How educated is my character? Are they a stickler for grammar or do they speak more casually?

What is my character's background? How does that affect the way they think and speak?

What is my character's attitude towards life? Do they observe everything with a cool, detached mind? Are they jaded or angry? Are they sarcastic or prickly?

An exercise I like doing when it comes to creating a stronger sense of voice is a free flow document. Where I pretend I'm interviewing one of the characters, getting a better sense of who they are. Here's an example of a free-flow doc I did for an upcoming cyberpunk character:

V: How did you grow up? C: Rough. The kind of neighbourhood where you don't look twice at what you see. V: And do you think that's affected you in any way? C: What are you, some kind of head doctor? 'Course it affected me. You'd be pretty kicked up, too, if you saw the shit I did. V: Is that why you're so comfortable with violence? C: Violence. What a shitty fucking word for it. Kind of thing you say when all you've ever seen is the inside of a university. It's not violence, doc. It's surviving. It's living. It's tranqing someone else so you can live to see another day. It's the fucking sticks.

As you can probably tell, this isn't a nice character. He doesn't speak the way a polite man would. And that's voice.

Planning. Now, this one greatly depends on your own preference, but I like to plot out my stories. Usually before or in the middle of the fic. This doesn't have to be intense. Just a few notes jotted down to determine the outcome and the best way to get there. I've found that as I plot I tend to get new ideas, too. Usually leading to a much longer story (cough yandere prison warden cough).

Read the style you want to write. Boring advice, I know. You've heard it already, and you've heard it better. But, the truth is, when you read mindfully, you pick up half a million little tricks. The trick is to read like an editor.

Read over your favourite pieces and ask yourself what makes them so good. Is the characterization? Is it the author's style of prose? What works and what doesn't? After a while, you'll find yourself recognising patterns and implementing them in your own work.

And lastly, remember that your work is your own and that's what your readers love. If your style feels a little bland, experiment with different genres or styles of writing. I promise you, your readers won't mind one bit.

[bloody-cupcakes]

Love Quinn x yandere/dark! reader; you express your displeasure with her giving her attention to someone else

Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, the reader and Love are married, toxic/unhealthy relationship, implied infidelity, kidnapping/murder, very brief mentioned wine drinking, pretty graphic self harm (cutting) used as a form of "punishment" (you'll see what I mean), Love is kind of scared of you but also loves you because of it, this is really gory and dark and I'm not even sorry

You watched from the background as Love spoke with one of the regular customers that frequented her bakery, trying not to scowl as they touched her arm and moved in closer. Couldn't they see the gold band on her ring finger? She was already taken by you, and they'd be stupid not to know that.

Love glanced over when she felt your eyes on her, trying not to react when she saw the stormy look in your eyes. It could mean so many different things, you looking at her like that, which meant she had no idea whether she should feel frightened, aroused, or angry. Maybe a combination of all three.

"Excuse me," she politely spoke to the customer before making her way over to you. "Hey, honey. How are things? I wasn't expecting you to come visit the bakery today." She smiled, that bright, charming smile that you so adored. If you hadn't been so pissed off, you might've smile some yourself.

"Who was that person you were talking to?" You asked instead, subtly pointing in their direction.

"Oh, them? They're just a customer. They come in once a week to try a new pastry." She merely shrugged it off, trying to act natural as she walked past you, heading for the kitchen in the back.

"Is that the only reason why they come in?" You further pressed while you followed behind her, not ready to drop the subject just yet.

Love stopped and turned to face you. "What are you trying to imply here, exactly?" She snapped, her tone firm and harsh. Anyone else, and they would've cowered in fear, apologizing before quickly running for cover.

But you weren't just anyone. You were her spouse, and more importantly you weren't afraid of her, despite knowing what she was capable of.

"You know what," you hissed out in an equally harsh tone, narrowing your eyes as you glared at her. "I know you've been cheating on me, I just didn't think you would be so stupid as to do it right in front of my face."

She scoffed, as if offended by your words. "Don't be ridiculous, I'm not cheating. You're just paranoid. Now, get out. I have orders to fill, and I don't need you of all people getting in my way."

Despite the resentment you were currently harboring towards her, you did as she said. Besides, you had your own work to keep you busy.

Later that night, she returned home to find her not-so-secret lover tied up and dead in the kitchen. She both admired and resented you for your determination to get rid of anyone who thought they could touch your wife and get away with it.

"Hello, dear," you greeted casually as you sat at the kitchen table, a glass of wine in one hand and a small knife in the other. "Please, won't you sit with me?"

She gulped, knowing better than to argue. "What, um, what are you going to do with that knife?"

"Oh, I think you know." Setting down your wine glass, you pulled up your sleeve and held out your arm wrist up, positioning the knife over the skin there.

"No, please-" she gasped as she realized what you were going to do. It wasn't the first time you'd cut yourself as a punishment for her infidelity, and you doubted it would be the last.

"You know better than to fool around with people behind my back. And since their death doesn't seem to have that big of an affect on you, maybe this will."

Holding the knife in a steady grip, you took it and slowly cut open the inside of your arm, barely flinching when the blade hit your skin. She watched with horror as you cut yourself, her heart starting to beat rapidly inside her chest as panic and dread bubbled up inside her, threatening to explode.

"D- Don't! Don't do that, please -" she begged desperately, tears filling her eyes and streaming down her cheeks in salty rivers of sorrow. The mere sight alone of your blood spilling out onto your skin was enough to send her into a fit. "I'm so, so sorry, I'll- I'll never cheat on you again, honey, I swear, I swear I won't-"

You tried not to allow a smirk to crack your otherwise aloof expression, well aware that you were about to get exactly what you wanted. Her, you would never dream of hurting in a million years. Not physically, anyway. But emotional manipulation? Now, that was right up your alley.

"Sh, Love. It's alright, it's okay," you murmured gently as you set down the knife, which was now stained with your blood. "Go get me the first aid kit so we can fix this, alright?"

She nodded her head in agreement, obeying your command as she quickly got up and left to find the first aid kit for you. When she returned, she sat down next to you, her tears having mostly dried despite the lingering proof of her sudden outburst on her face: her lashes were wet and dewy, and her eyes were puffy and red.

You knew just how much it tore her apart to see you get hurt, especially if it was you hurting yourself over something she did. After this, you had no doubt that she'd think twice about running into the arms of someone else, and that she'd have all of her attention on you for at least the next few months. The thought alone made you want to smile.

Her hands were shaking as she carefully cleaned the wound and patched it up, and you could tell she felt guilty for being the one to cause such a thing. "I'm sorry," she breathed out in a trembling voice, her bottom lip stuck out in a sad and apologetic pout. "I'm so, so sorry, I- I never, ever meant for something like this to happen."

If her lover's dead body that was still residing in the kitchen gave her cause for outrage before, it was certainly forgotten about by now. Everything was playing out exactly as you'd hoped.

You reached your hand out to hold her cheek, giving her a reassuring look as you used your thumb to wipe away a stray tear. "I know you didn't, sweetheart. It's alright, I'm not upset with you." Not anymore, anyway. Certainly not after teaching her a lesson she'd remember for a good long while.

[minibatson]

I'm bored so I'm going to rank the Robins based on how much I like them. Justifications will range from silly to serious.

1st place> Damian Al Ghul Wayne.

I find him deeply relatable in ways I cannot communicate with words. His difficulty communicating affection, his desire to be someone that already exists leading him to chase a goal that will forever be out of reach. He's so baby. I love him.

2nd place> Mia Mizoguchi.

Someone told me I couldn't put her this high, so I did. She's very silly and fun, I like her energy. She's so enthusiastic. I love her.

3rd place> Dick Grayson.

He is so much it's unbelievable. He's the family member that's probably the most liked within the family, meaning he's basically the glue that holds everything together. But he's still so angry. And I think that's great. He's kind and gentle and hero, but he's also angry. He's angry when Bruce won't listen, he's angry his parents were taken from him. I love him. He's so strong, both physically and mentally. Bonus points for his earlier runs being very fun and whimsical whilst also having serious moments. We stan a king who can do both.

4th place> Stephanie Brown.

I genuinely think she's amazing. She's been through it, with a villain for a father and growing up in one of the worst parts of Gotham, yet she still retains a level of kindness and love for people around her. And that kindness and love doesn't mean gentle and nice. She can be rude and sassy and the narrative doesn't treat her like a bitch for being so (when the writers are good). I also like her silliness.

5th place> Jason Todd.

I am extremely neutral towards him. I like his character, don't get me wrong, but there's nothing about him that truly captures me. I got nothing. Bonus points for being good with women and children, I guess.

6th place> Tim Drake.

Depending on the writer, he's either great or insufferable with no middle ground. He's either a sassy little detective guy or a piece of cardboard. Also, earlier sexism towards Steph and the "on my planet" line to a recent immigrant will always rub me wrong (I know the Grant Morrison run is no longer canon but I'm petty). Also, I can't separate Tim from Tim Stans™, and they are just awful at points.

Any Robin who isn't here is a Robin I did not feel confident enough to discuss due to not having consumed enough media of them.

Next episode: Ranking the bats based on how much I want to be their friend.

[bisexualgirly12]

Title: Struck by the Sun

It was the annual Camp Half-Blood games, and the competition was fierce. The children of the gods showcased their talents in everything from archery to hand-to-hand combat. You, however, found yourself watching from the sidelines, your experience at camp making you one of the oldest campers. As a child of Aphrodite, you had an air of grace and allure, which came in handy during some games, but now you preferred to watch.

Of course, that was before he appeared—Apollo. The Sun God. The literal embodiment of brightness, golden hair, and that signature mischievous grin. He walked through the camp with his usual swagger, and despite your efforts to remain detached, your heart skipped a beat. No one could blame you. Apollo was charismatic, charming, and had a way of making everyone feel like they were the center of the universe.

He caught sight of you and gave you a wink. That was all it took for everything in your mind to go blank.

A few weeks later, you'd found yourself in a relationship with him. To your surprise, the connection wasn't fleeting. Apollo made an effort, constantly showing up at your cabin with flowers that seemed to come from a place even beyond the mortal realm, and always giving you that dazzling smile that made you feel like the world was brighter with him around. But what you didn’t expect was how complicated things would get.

One afternoon, while you were walking through camp with Apollo, something in the air shifted. You hadn't been prepared for the confrontation.

"Why do I always have to worry about you?" Aphrodite's voice echoed across the camp.

You froze, Apollo's hand still in yours. Your mother's anger was unmistakable, and when she stormed toward you, the whole camp seemed to hold its breath.

"Aphrodite," Apollo said with a smirk, "Why so serious? Shouldn't you be happy your child's found someone who... appreciates them?"

Aphrodite glared at him, her beauty taking on an almost ethereal, yet terrifying, quality. "Appreciate them?" she spat. "No, Apollo. You don’t just appreciate people. You toy with them. You always have, and you will again. My child deserves better than your careless affection."

You flinched at her words. It wasn’t the first time your mother had been distant with you, but hearing her so upset—angry at Apollo, and by extension, angry at you for being involved with him—felt like a deep wound.

"I love them, okay?" Apollo shot back, his usual carefree tone tinged with frustration. "This isn’t just some passing thing. You can't possibly understand what it’s like to be with someone like them."

Aphrodite narrowed her eyes, and you could feel the tension in the air. "You don’t get to decide that. You never get to decide what's best for my child."

"I don't need to decide," Apollo retorted, his face softening. "They’ve already done that."

The silence was heavy. You weren’t sure if you wanted to run, hide, or tell your mother everything. It wasn’t like you’d gone into this relationship with any plan. You were just as confused by it as she seemed to be, but there you were.

Meanwhile, the other children of Apollo watched the situation unfold with their own thoughts. As you sat at the campfire that night, one of Apollo’s children, Aurelia, a fellow camper known for her sharp wit, approached you.

"So," Aurelia said, crossing her arms with a mischievous grin, "how's it feel to be Apollo's official weakness?"

You laughed, though there was no real joy behind it. "Confusing. Honestly, I’m still trying to figure out what exactly happened for us to get here."

"I don’t blame you," Aurelia shrugged. "He's… well, he's Apollo. But look, I know he can be a lot, but he means it when he says he cares about you. Don’t let the whole 'dazzling god' thing throw you off. It’s just how he is."

"Do you think it's a bad idea?" you asked, cautiously.

Aurelia shook her head. "Not a bad idea. Just... complicated. Apollo has a way of making things complicated, but that doesn’t mean you can’t handle it. You, of all people, have the grace to keep him grounded, even if he won’t admit it."

At the same time, Cassius, another of Apollo's children, a younger camper known for his musical talent, chimed in from his spot by the fire. "I think it's cute," he said with a grin, strumming his lyre. "Honestly, I thought we'd never see the day when Dad got serious about someone. But if he’s serious about you, then we’ve got no problem. Just... please, don't take him too seriously. He’s got a habit of running when things get real."

You nodded slowly, processing everything. The last thing you wanted was to disappoint anyone, but this whole situation was already more tangled than you ever expected.

As the days passed, you couldn’t help but feel the weight of both your mother’s disapproval and the mixed feelings from Apollo’s children. You spent more time with Apollo, but there was always an underlying tension. Your heart ached for clarity, and you found yourself wondering if the love between you and him was worth the turmoil it brought.

Aphrodite had always taught you about love, but this... this was different. It was like trying to tame sunlight. Apollo’s love was bright, intense, and warm, but it was also fleeting, like the sun setting at the end of the day. You had no idea how long it would last, but one thing was certain: you were caught in its glow, and there was no escaping the radiance.

And so, you were left to navigate a love story that defied expectations, fighting against your mother's disapproval, the complexity of Apollo’s nature, and the conflicting emotions that lived in the hearts of Apollo's children. But one thing remained undeniable: you had fallen for Apollo, whether you understood it or not, and no matter how complicated the world around you became, you would stand by it.

End.

[yandere-fics]

♡ Their Darling Doesn't Believe Them When They Confess Their Love ♡

(Veronia is not included in this because right off the bat she tells you that you're her mate.)

♡ It feels a bit insulting almost that her future queen thinks she would joke or lie about something that is as important as this. She gave you a ring so surely you should understand she's being entirely serious about this, she makes you sit on her lap in her office most days, perhaps it's because she didn't ask you in front of everyone, that was her mistake, she'll force you to attend a ball with her so she can propose in front of everyone and they'll all understand you're going to be the queen in the future, even if you don't fully grasp it yet, everyone else will get the picture. Or perhaps you think she's lying because you're a maid, in that case she'll have to make a noble family adopt you so you'll realize she's being entirely serious about making you her queen. ♡

♡ She feels a bit bad about how she behaved in the past, joking around and acting coy and overly flirty, she's angry at herself for damaging her chances with you but don't worry she'll show you her true self from now on and you'll understand how much she loves you and needs to have you at her side. She luckily has a lot of power at her disposal due to the temple literally worshiping her so she can use all of that to give you gifts and praise until you understand she's entirely committed to you, she just needs to get those bad thoughts about her not loving you out of your head, she'll have to hurt anyone who makes you doubt her love for you afterwards, very hard, after all she's putting so much work into this, she can't afford to have people spoiling it. ♡

♡ You're an idiot, sure this whole things started as fake dating but how do you seriously think this is fake dating still when she holds you close every single night and you two have probably already fucked at least once before she confesses to you, maybe she should kill her family then you'll understand it's no longer fake because she has no need to fake date you in front of her family but she's still keeping you around so surely you'll understand now, she didn't have to marry you after her parents death since she'd already inherited the title so surely you'll finally stop being such and idiot, right? ♡

♡ Has she done something wrong, precious sunflower? She doesn't understand why you would doubt her sincerity when she spends every waking hour dedicating herself to you... She supposes this must be due to how unworthy she is to be in your presence however she can not leave you be, you are too pure and perfect and she fears if she cannot convince you of her affections then someone will snatch you, someone who is entirely unworthy of holding you in their arms, she promises she won't touch you or ask for your affection in this marriage however the marriage must proceed to ensure she can take care of and protect you for the rest of your life with her. She does hope eventually even if you never return her feelings, you will grasp her sincerity one day. ♡

♡ Abigail feels like she's going insane, she's put in so much effort into getting you to understand her affections for you and yet you just simply don't believe her. It's not that you're rejecting her, it's that you don't believe she's sincere, you feel like her feelings towards you are a joke... You don't see her for a couple of days afterwards, she needs to formulate a game plan. Unlike the others she doesn't want to just go ahead with kidnapping or a wedding because she wants you to be involved in the planning and that can only happen once she gets you to understand she's being completely genuine. Plus she needs time away for a bit to beat the shit out of the training mannequins because what has she done wrong that her devotion to her lady comes off as insincere? ♡

♡ She... thinks of this as you accepting her love confession, surely you laughed at it which means that you must have found it funny and she will be very confused when later on she goes to give you a big ol smooch and you start giggling again, okay you can stop laughing now, she wants a kiss from her pookie but then you start laughing more cause you still think she's joking and then she gets a little bit angry, stop fucking laughing and give her a kiss you bitch. When she learns you thought she was joking about asking you out, she feels sad, aw poor pookie, should she kill anyone who ever made you feel like you would never get asked out in the past. ♡

♡ You must be joking right? She walks up to you and tells you that it's love at first sight and you just don't believe she's being sincere? Babygirl, she's going to have to be honest when you says, you must be crazy, do you know who she even is? She has a reputation in court for not speaking very frequently unless helping someone with something or it's important, she's not exactly known as someone who cracks jokes, did you think she just randomly decided after a century of life she would start cracking jokes today? Well you clearly don't feel the bond yet so she's going to have to lock you in her tower until you can grasp she's not one for jokes. ♡