#nor do i know why i know his name but i do

[prettiedup]

Merry Christmas 🎁

・・・・・​​⟢ pet names: [baby, daddy], blk!reader, chubby!reader

“Pussy’s so good.” Naoya couldn’t stop the vulgar comment from slipping through his mouth. His low lidded eyes dart down towards your flushed face. There is a glossy look in your unfocused eyes, you look both absolutely and beautifully blissed out.

You two weren’t supposed to be in your current predicament. You both had swore that you two were done, that the relationship was completely done with. He was someone you had no business dealing with, and you too were someone he had no business dealing with. You both had grew up completely different. From your neighborhoods to your friend groups, nothing was parallel.

The dynamic between the two of you is so obstinate. It’s something confusing and if you allow yourself to deeply study how things have unfolded you’ll find yourself dizzied. The two of you meeting was like stepping into a storm—unpredictable and completely out of each other’s control. You’re everything Naoya found insignificant: kind but strong, you did what you felt was right snd not what you felt would get you validated, and you did not fear his sharp tongue nor his scornful gaze.

You’re a stripper. Naoya prefers to deal with women that share a similar bachelors with him, women that grew up with wealth. A tall woman with slim legs and a slender build. He loved those features on a woman. His blue eyes take in your curvaceous, your thick thighs tremble as he drills his dick deeper into your soaked pussy. There are stretch marks littered in various spots of your body, and he fucking loved it. He loved tracing the lines after a passionate night of love making. Hearing your soft snores ring throughout the room after be made sure to make you come over and over. Your pudgy stomach jiggles every time he slaps his pelvis against the fat of your ass cheeks. You were nothing like the woman his father expects him to deal with, maybe that’s why he’s so adamant on having you stick around.

“‘S tooooo much.” You whine pitifully. Your eyes are glued to where the two of you are connected. Your pussy’s creaming so deliciously around the base of his dick. He fucks you in a fluid motion. Every move is perfectly calculated, he knows exactly when to speed up and when to slow down.

“Uh-uh, don’t start that whining shit.” He warns you. The strict tone his voice carries towards you has butterflies erupting in your stomach. “You can take this dick. I know you can, baby.”

And you do try to. You really do. You try to take every inch he gives you without complaint. But when he makes you cum and instead of slowing down and allowing you to ride out your moment of euphoria, he speeds up and goes even harder. You knew you couldn’t take anymore. The headboard slaps loudly against the wall deafening your mewls from overstimulation. Loud huffs escape from his mouth as he zones out and continues to pound into your pussy like it is his own personal fleshlight.

“So fuckin’ gorgeous. Fuck—you still want that bracelet?” He was so riddled with lust that he couldn’t think straight. Whatever you wanted is yours. He couldn’t believe that he tried to stay away from something so perfect. He’ll never punish himself again.

“Mhm, daddy.” You moan in response. Your square nails leave crescent shaped marks into his olive tan skin.

“You’re so fucking addictive.” Naoya groans. His thin silver chain presses against the tip of your nose as he shifts his head higher. A warm kiss warms up your skin, something so small but intimate. This was a major from someone like Naoya, a person who preferred quick meaningless sex.

A soft gasp escapes past your lips that’s quickly silenced by his lips. His hips had slowed down and he was now giving you slow, deep strokes. Everything had become so intimate that you couldn’t stop the sharp sob from erupting from your throat.

[ellecdc]

HELLO!!!

i LOVE ur marauders hockey au! would u be able to write something about medic!reader suddenly gaining some sort of fan traction, and the guys’ (doesn’t matter if u do Sirius, Remus, James or all, i really have no preference) reactions to it??? thank u and have a great day!!

I love the marauders hockey au too! thanks for your request <3

hockey player!Sirius Black x team medic!reader who has some fans [517 words]

CW: fem!reader, swearing, hockey au, flirting

Your stomach dropped when you heard your name being shouted. 

“Go get doc! Yo, Cap! Get doc!”

You nearly shoved Fenwick out of your way as you leaned against the boards; how could someone be hurt already? It was only the pregame warm up. 

“It’s only the pregame warm up…” Remus commented from behind you as though he could read your mind, brows furrowed as he lowered his clipboard to follow your line of sight.

“Doc, we need you over in the corner.” James said as he materialized in front of you, his easy smile doing nothing to lessen the concern churning in your gut.

“What have you fuckers gotten up to that you need me already?” You grumbled as you let him help you out onto the ice, finding your grumpy facade fading slightly at his booming laugh. 

“Trust me, doc, it’s very important.” 

James practically hoisted you up by the waist and skated you towards the boards where Sirius was waving and chatting with some fans. 

“I see no blood nor bones, Potter; why am I over here?”

“There she is!” Sirius cheered as you approached them; his smile contagious even though you were still confused as to why you were being ushered out onto the ice.

And then you read the sign that the fans were holding. 

DOC STITCHES GRYFFINDOR’S HEARTS TOGETHER 

“You’ve got a fan, doc!” Sirius cheered, shooting you a wink that had you turning bashful as cameras flashed and fans cheered. 

“Is this for little old me?” You called through the thick glass around a laugh, the Gryffindor fans cheering and nodding enthusiastically. “You shouldn’t have.”

You accepted a puck and Sharpie from Sirius before scrawling your name across the front of it. You’ve signed an awful lot of documents, prescription slips, and medical files, but you have never signed an autograph before. 

You tossed a few pucks over the boards, cheeks burning from smiling so hard as you tried to make sure everyone who appeared to have shown up ‘for you’ got one. You knew, though, that they probably made the sign for you knowing that your team would love to point it out to you. 

You leaned against the glass and smiled for some selfies, knowing damn well that Gryffindor’s beloved allstars were in the background before the two of them helped you back towards the bench. 

“That was a pretty clever way of getting their favourite player’s attention.” You commented to Sirius, earning you a derisive snort. 

“If they wanted to shove their way down to the boards for Captain James Potter or Sirius Padfoot Black’s attention, they would’ve done so.” Remus chuckled as you made it back to the bench. 

“And they do.” James offered with a theatrical wink. 

“That was all for you, doc.” Sirius murmured, much closer to you than you were expecting him to be and voice falling softer than you ever remembered hearing from the notoriously rough around the edges man. 

“And who can blame them?” He continued, eyes raking over your frame in a salacious once over. “I’m quite the fan myself.”

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

I accidentally deleted this request but i still remember it. so I apologise to who requested it!

Prompt 8: Secret Santa

Prompt 19: "I know it's not much but-" "-it's perfect"

SECRET SANTA

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem! Summary: in which your friend group decides to do a secret Santa. and Eddie doesn't really care, not until he sees who he got. Warnings: One use of Y/n, I'm sorry, ok?!

🦌𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐⋆꙳❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°°‧❆⋆.ೃ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ

🦌𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐⋆꙳❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°°‧❆⋆.ೃ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ

Eddie dug a ringed hand into the beanie that Steve had brought around the group.

He didn't really care for this, whoever he got he was going to chuck a few chocolates and candy their way and call it a day. he didn't have the money nor the energy to actually do this activity right.

i know what you're thinking. if he didn't want to do it then why is he here, in Steve Harrington's Livingroom with all his friends doing this?

well the answer to that question is the echo of your laugh ringing in his ear as he pulled the name out of the beanie.

Steve moved on and waved the hat in front of Dustin, who was too busy trying to see who Eddie had gotten to realise it was his turn

Eddie flipped open the piece of ripped paper and there he saw your neat handwriting, your name written so perfectly.

maybe he would try.

🦌𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐⋆꙳❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°°‧❆⋆.ೃ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ

Eddie frowned. A week had past and he had no idea what to get you. At this point, it would be easier to slap a bar of chocolate and call it a day.

But he couldn't do that

There had to be some kind of thought behind it

If he just bought a quick snack for you to eat you would probably assume he doesn't care about you. Which is totally not true.

And what if he didn't get the brand you like? What if you were allergic to the flavour he got? What if you just didn't like chocolate

Eddie was becoming a mad man, overthinking everything.

You like music. He doesn't know what bands though

You like art, but are you more of a drawer or painter?

You like animals. But he can't get you a pet

This was so bullshit

Only girls know what to buy girls

So he went to one of the weirdest and coolest girls he knows.

"Robin, you're a girl" Eddie fidgeted as he slowed down to walk with her

The group were out in town for a lunch at the diner and he took his chance when he saw you walking at the front with Steve, ignoring the bubbling of jealousy, he stayed behind to ask Robin a question that was killing him on the inside

"Good observation skills you got there, dimwit" she snorted. Shaking her head disapprovingly

"No- I mean.. what do you buy for a girl?" He asked nervously, scratching the back of his neck

"Are we talking a little kid or do you mean a woman, Eddie?" The blonde girl replied. Of course she knows what he means, she just likes winding him up

Eddie sighed "a woman, Robin"

"And would this be for the secret santa?" Robin questioned knowingly

"Robin, just please" he begged.

Eddie needed help, he needed to know what to get you, to impress you

It was like the gods have given him a chance. And he'd be dammed if he got you a gift you hated

"You got Y/n, didn't you?" The Buckley girl asked

How does she do that? Eddie thought to himself

"No..."

"Aren't you friends with her? You should know what to get her" Robin shrugged

Which then raised the question

He is friends with you, right? He counted you as a friend, but did you count him as one?

Either way. Eddie definitely didn't talk to you as much as he'd like to.

Which makes him think, does he love you when he doesn't know anything about you

Wait.. he loves you?

"Robin, please, I'm freaking out here.. we give presents in 3 days and I have no ideas on what to get her"

"I heard her talking about how she needs a new bra the other day" his friend said casually

Eddie's steps came to a halt as he feels his whole body heat up. Robin laughs to herself seeing Eddie's red face and pink ears, blushing like a mad mad.

He can't get you a bra...isn't that.. harassment? Eddie thought to himself

"No.. I'm not getting her a new bra.. anything that isn't... weird"

"Oh well if you said not weird then I have a whole bunch of things you can get her!" Robin smiles cheerfully

That was a lie.

Robin had started blackheads at the curly headed boy who smiled back enthusiastically, asking what it is

"Eddie, you... poor man... there isn't anything you could give her that isn't weird... because its you"

Ouch.

Plan Robin was a fail.

🦌𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐⋆꙳❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°°‧❆⋆.ೃ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ

Eddie layed in his bed. Hands together in his chest and he stared up at his ceiling

He was supposed to be leaving in 20 minutes but he couldn't bring himself to get out of bed

Not when the plush toy stared at him from his desk, taunting him.

He can't show up to Steve's house to give you a stupid teddy bear. He'd look like a fucking idiot.

He leaned up, staring at the soft plush animal. He was told it was your favourite animal by Robin, the only semi-useful thing she had told him 3 days ago.

He frowned, it wasn't even fucking wrapped!

He got up. Going to the cupboard, he didn't have wrapping paper.. but he had old newspapers that he used to use for craft laying around. He could use that, right?

.

He glared down at the present. A lump of paper strangled by a whole roll of tape.

He wasn't the best wrapper, ok?

Eddie thumped his head on his desk, banging it until he groaned in pain, holding his temple, shaking his head

This was useless. He's not going. He can't go. He won't do it to himself.

He rubbed his hands down his face. His tired and lazy eyes met with the little figurines he had personally made for dnd.

Of course. How could he be so stupid? He cursed himself for forgetting that he had made a little figure that represented you a few months back.

It wasn't for you, per se, but he wanted to secretly incorporate you in the game. You didn't even play, so it wasn't like you could call him out saying the little elf princess resembled you.

If he gave you this it would be seen as thoughtful and maybe even flattering, that he took the time to make you. Which he did do, but this way if was less creepy.

🦌𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐⋆꙳❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°°‧❆⋆.ೃ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ

Eddie walked into Steve's living room, gift in hands with a sheepish smile.

Seeing you there, next to Robin, almost made his balls sweat. You looked beautiful.. you weren't gonna like his gift, but before he could turn back, Robin greeted him happily.

Jesus H Christ, Robin Buckley.

Eddie's smile tightened as you looked over, a soft smile planted on your plush lips as you said hello.

He lifted his hand to wave but slapped it back to his side quickly before going over to the tree. This was going to kill him.

He sat beside Dustin and made short conversation with the freshmen when he heard a hushed whisper of his name.

You were looking over at him when he looked back. You quickly turned away, your face flushing red as Eddie frowned

Were you making fun of him? Teasing him? Right, you must have thought you were a freak just like the rest of them.

It was hopeless, loving you. After so long you'd think he would learn to move on. Or maybe actually pack up the courage to talk to you, even in a group setting.

It was beyond you, the way he felt towards you. You assumed he didn't like you cause he never made any attempt to talk to you, and when you'd go up to start a conversation with him, he'd rush away, having something brilliant to say to Dustin. So you just gave up trying to be his friend, if he didn't like you.

But it was too late to take his gift back and run because Steve had announced it was gift time.

One by one, each member of the group went up to the tree and found the gift with their name on it.

Eddie stood up and grabbed the box, wrapped neatly in red and green wrapping paper, stuck together with a bow on the top. His name written messily on a ripped piece of paper that was taped to the top.

Dustin shook his box as Eddie sat back down, While You got up to get your gift.

Eddie nervously watched as you walked up to the tree. Looking down at the two presents left. You frowned at you picked it up, going back to your spot on the couch

You haven't even opened it and you already hated it.

Then one by one they started to open the presents. Guessing who had gifted them the present in their hands, Dustin had Guessed Lucas, Lucas had guessed Robin, Robin had guessed Mike, Mike had guessed Steve, Steve had guessed Mike, Eddie had guessed Nancy, Nancy had guessed you..

And as you opened your gift, tearing open the plush toy, your eyes immediately went to Robin, and you shook your head, smiling softly, noticing the small wrapped present.

You didn't take it out from the box as you opened it, but he could tell your reaction was mixed by the squint in your eye that was quickly replaced by a wide eye grin. Your gaze lifted and landed on Eddie.

You guessed him.

🦌𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐⋆꙳❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°°‧❆⋆.ೃ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ

Eddie fought to catch you before you left. Making sure he was the last person to say goodbye as you left the Harrington home.

He followed you out, right to your car door before he stopped you.

The plushie raised to your chest as you snugged the soft fur of it. The figurine you kept in the small box he had put it in, held in your hand as he smiled sheepishly at you

"I uh-" he stopped himself, itching the back of his neck

He should run while he can, save himself from the embarrassment before you turn him away.

You don't even like him, right?

"I hope you like the gifts" he settled for., eyes tearing away from yours as he lazily pointed to the plush and the box.

"I do.. their really cute, thank you" you beamed up at him

Cute? You called him cute?! -oh wait

His faint blush drained from his face when he realised he misheard you.

"I know it's not much but-" he looked down at the floor before you cut him off

"-it's perfect"

Eddie looked back up at you, eyebrows raised "Yeah?"

"Yeah" you nodded "you can never have enough toys on your bed. I swear my bed it full of them.. and the figurine, wow.. the detail is amazing, Eddie.. I can't believe you'd do that"

Of course he'd do that. Totally not for his enjoyment for making the game better, but for you to enjoy, maybe on display or in the trash, he doesn't care.

-he does-

"I know you don't play but-" he started before you cut him off again

"I was actually hoping to ask if you'd want to teach me how to play... you guys reference it so much I just wanted to understand it.. if you want to?" You asked

"Of course I want to! I mean hellfire could use someone like you" he stood up straighter

You were interested in him? Well not him but- yeah sure let's go with him, for his sake.

"Someone like me?" You questioned teasingly

"A-an elven princess" he pointed to the little box in your hand.

You hummed and smiled, looking up at him so gently it made him want to faint.

After a moment of silence, Eddie decided that was enough because if he stared at you for one more second trying not to tell (scream) that he loves you, he would break.

"Well.. merry Christmas" he smiled tightly before backing up

"Oh, Eddie, Wait" you stopped him, opening your care door and placing the gifts on your passenger seat before leaning over to the back.

Eddie stood in his place, trying not to stare at your ass as you leaned over. He closed his eyes, licking his lips.

When his eyes fluttered open again, you were right in front of him, holding out a little wrapped box with a cute bow in it.

He looked up at you, confused before you leaned up and kissed him on the cheek

"Merry Christmas, Eds"

You backed away. Your hands together, fiddling with your fingers as if you were nervous. You got in your care and shut the door when he finally realised you had given him a gift.

As as you drove away, he opened it.

Opening the small box, his heart almost skipped a beat.

It wasn't much, but to Eddie it meant everything.

It made him know that you pay attention, that maybe you care about him, maybe in the way he does you.

And it was even sweeter because you didn't have to get him anything, you weren't his Santa.

You got him a ring

🦌𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐⋆꙳❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°°‧❆⋆.ೃ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY

[sugarushwriting]

“look what you made me do”

stalker jungwon part 2

adult content featured

yes there will be a part 3

you awoke with a startle after a nightmare. you sat up quickly on the bed that you were tucked into, the windows covered by thick curtains.

you looked around quietly, swallowing air, as you tried to remember what happened.

blood. chipper. maya.

shoot! when you removed the comforter from your legs and went to move off the bed and stand, you fell to the hardwood floor below.

“ouch!” you screamed in agony, tears coming to your eyes as you hugged your leg in pain.

you forgot all about the bear trap around your leg.

with a thud, jungwon came running up the stairs and threw the door open to the bedroom, a look of panic on his face.

he had originally been watching you through the nanny cam, but went outside to handle some business. he came back in and heard you cry out.

“hey, you’re okay!” he rushed to your side, helping you up gently, lying you back on the bed.

you sniffled, and your eyes went wide noticing the blood on his neck. “stay away from me, you, you freak!” you yelled, trying your best to scoot away.

jungwon wasn’t fazed nor was he mad. you were traumatized and he was slightly to be blamed for it. his smile faded to a thin line, eyes of worry focused on you.

all you could think of was poor maya in the wood chipper, asa and danielle hanging in the barn. if that was even still the case.

“what did you do to them?” you silently sniffled, trying to hold sobs.

jungwon bit is lower lip, “do you mean asa and danielle?”

you nodded slowly. jungwon hesitated to tell you. but he kept it simple with the truth. “they’re alive.”

you sucked in a breath. could you believe him? “how do i know you’re not lying?”

“i can show you.” he replied. you thought about it. could you stomach the way they looked? you barely could stay awake when the trap got you.

“why are you doing this?” you whispered so softly, he barely heard you.

jungwon went to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, it caught you off guard, you flinched. he slowly put his hand down with a frown.

“why the blanket? how did you get those pictures of me?” you continued. the blanket he covered you with before he snatched you.

pictures of you at work. in public. in your apartment. naked.

“you can guess how i got those pictures, squid.”

squid. why did that name—nickname—sound so familiar? jungwon noticed your body react to the nickname he gave you when you were close. before your accident and losing your memory.

“have you been stalking me? us.” jungwon nodded, unashamed. “why, jungwon? i—i understand how we treated you in high school was so bad—and i’m genuinely sorry for it—,”

“let’s not talk about that, right now.” jungwon cut you off immediately, his tone and mood changing.

“what did we do so bad that made you want to stalk and kill us?”

jungwon hurriedly stood up and started pacing. it really wasn’t you. or even asa. little less danielle. maya and kelly were originally his main targets.

“you three never knew the torture i went through with maya and kelly.” jungwon says, running a hand through his hair. “it wasn’t just the teasing from all of you. kelly and maya deserved what they got. to be honest, they got off easy in my opinion.”

“jungwon, what did they do to you?”

“not now squid.”

“why do you call me squid?”

“it doesn’t sound familiar? like at all?” jungwon stopped pacing to look at you with hope in his eyes.

you shrugged. “it triggered something through me, but no, not really.”

“are you hungry? i can make you food.” jungwon changed the subject. before you could decline that you weren’t hungry, your stomach betrayed you and rumbled.

“oh, um, sure.” you nodded, unsure how you’d even be able to get up at this point. you could barely stand up on your own, let alone run away from this psycho.

“i’ll bring you breakfast in bed. you need to rest that leg. when i got you, the trap was pretty deep and the wounds don’t look good under the bandages.”

jungwon walked towards the bedroom door, and you noticed a dog sitting there waiting for him. you smiled unknowing at the dog, just happy to see something alive other than jungwon.

your thoughts were clouded from the night beforehand. he really killed maya. was he going to kill danielle and asa next? what about you? you had to stay alive. you were going to fight to stay alive so you could get help.

what did maya and kelly do so bad to fuck jungwon up like this?

footsteps padded against the hardwood, jungwon coming in with a plate of breakfast. your favorite breakfast.

he placed it in front of you slowly, you picked up the fork and slowly took a bite, moaning in relief at how good it tasted.

jungwon swallowed, his adams apple bobbing up and down at hearing you moan.

no. he wasn’t going to that to you. with you. not now. the pictures and videos he had were enough to help him rub one out when needed.

“uh, jungwon, this is really good. thank you.” you politely replied with a nod.

jungwon took a seat at the edge of the bed and stared at you while you ate. “do you really not get any type of memory from the nickname squid?”

you shook your head at him. “enlighten me.”

“i don’t want to freak you out.”

you snorted. “you stalked and kidnapped me and and my friends. killed one of my friends in front of me, jungwon.”

jungwon laughed softly. “guess you have a point.”

“just tell me why do you call me squid?”

“because when we were younger you got inked on by one, and ever since then you never liked them.”

“younger?”

jungwon sighed, “that’s enough trip down memory lane for now. finish eating.”

“will you take me to go see asa and danielle?”

“only if you promise not to throw up.”

about an hour later you had finished eating, and was prepared to go out. jungwon helped you walk down the steps, outside. you went slowly, but jungwon seem to not mind.

when you got to the barn, your heart sank in pure anxiety of what you may see in front of you.

jungwon, face plain of any emotion, opened the barn door and helped you hobble in there.

thankfully asa and danielle were no longer dangling from the ceiling chains, but rather seated in hay and chained to poles beside them.

both were left in the undergarments, and you knew they had to be cold. they hadn’t moved when you two came in.

“i gave them something to help them sleep. rest.” jungwon stated. “they’ll need their energy.”

“why?” you whispered out.

“it’s hunting season.”

you turned to look at jungwon with pure disgust. “please, jungwon, just let them go.”

jungwon’s lips went in a thin line as he stared at you. “why should i?”

“maya and kelly were your main targets, okay? the rest of us learned our lesson. just please let them be.”

“i’ll have to ask my coworkers.”

“coworkers?”

jungwon nodded. “ni-ki and kai. need to make sure they’re okay with it too.”

“it was all three of you?”

“mainly me, but they helped.” jungwon stated.

you looked at him in disbelief. “i’ll do anything if you just let them go. please.” you begged.

“i’ll think about it.” jungwon said before turning around walking back to the house. he left you to hobble behind him slowly, your leg still in pain from the trap.

you got to the porch steps, jungwon held the door open for you. “actually fuck this!” you snapped. “tell me right fucking now why you are doing this!”

jungwon laughed. “or what?”

you looked around the yard, and saw a big rock. you leaned down carefully to pick it up.

“what? you’re gonna throw it at me? try to kill me with it?” he taunted.

“no. i’ll bash my own head in!” you yelled, ready to drop the rock on your head as you held it above.

jungwon ran as fast as he could down the steps and tackled you to the ground, making the rock fall out of your hands.

little did he know, there was another big rock behind you. so when you fell, your head landed on the rock, instantly knocking you unconscious.

“no, no, no! wake up!” jungwon pleaded, trying to shake you awake. blood covered his hands from the back of your head. “no, you can’t do this. i can’t lose you again.”

he cried holding you close. jungwon quickly picked you up and ran to his truck, putting you in to drive you to the emergency room.

while the doctors worked on you, he had texted ni-ki and kai who were actually visiting in town, and asked them to clean up the barn mess. no other text was sent or explanation needed.

he couldn’t say too much and incriminate himself or them. they texted back with a simple ‘ok’ and ‘no problem.’

“mr yang?” jungwon stood up when the nurse called his name.

she smiled. “your wife is doing great. a little drowsy and confused, but she’s awake and alert, and the doctor is with her. follow me.”

you two weren’t married. but they didn’t need to know that. they didn’t ask for a marriage license or proof. jungwon just knew he had to be the one only to know about your condition.

he walked into the hospital room you were in, the doctor finishing flashing the light in your eye. your eyes went wide seeing jungwon, but you stayed silent, fear in your eyes and body.

“hello mr. yang.” the doctor greeted. “mrs yang, your husband has been so worried about you!”

the doctor and other medical staff left the room, leaving you and jungwon.

“wi—wife?” you stumbled out.

“you say anything else, and i will make sure you never see outside again.” jungwon threatened.

you hung your head in silence, twiddling your thumbs, afraid to say anything further.

jungwon spoke, “they said you hit your head pretty hard but you should be okay. you’ll be here for a while as they keep an eye on you. and i’ll be right by your side.”

you kept silent. you got comfortable in the hospital bed, pulling the blanket up to your chin, your back facing jungwon.

this seemed to be a nightmare that would never end.

[fakeusernamelol]

Omfgggggg Stanley having such a weird surreal 'chasing who I am seeing my face as a seperate entity because I don't know who I am' artsy movie moment but actually it's just his abusive baby daddy breaking in to smell his hair--

THIS IS SO FUNNY BUT ALSO SAD YOU KNOW ANON???? 🤣🤣😭😭

I do think he could recognise that figure he sees as something very similar to that one guy that lives in the shack and has almost his same face but can't remember his name nor who he was. What was strange for him was seeing him even in other places like the house of his kids or feeling a weird presence near him when he's in the shack.

But knowing he has some troubles with his mind Stanley thought it was probably due to that as well as the headaches and spontaneous flashbacks, can't figure out yet why was exactly that man he was aluccinating with, but it was fine, that wasn't real, there's no one chasing him, right? 😉😉

[blubun0309]

[TW // SA mention] + EPIC: The Musical Ithica Saga Spoilers

Can we talk about Odysseus real quick because, dear god, this song is so beautifully poetic

Let's start by addressing my favorite detail: the chorus. The chanting of "Odysseus" in the background. You know why this is important? When have we heard a name being chanted by the chorus in EPIC before? In the songs of GODS and MONSTERS. He's not any man walking in that palace, he's the one who BUILT IT. The man who's survived 20 years of war and bloodshed, the only man who came back alive from a troop of 600 men who fought against Troy and literal Gods. He's the KING of this palace, and they WILL chant his name, wether in fear of him or not.

Odysseus has learned from his journey and how he single-handedly takes down 108 men in a five minute song shows it. He's applying every tactic he learned. He traps them like the cyclops, attacks in his palace like Circe, aims for the torches like Scylla, using ruthlessness like Poseidon. He's become the monster they created.

And the vocal performance is impeccable. Jorge's voice is so amazing, you can HEAR the anger Odysseus has towards these men, who planned to hurt *his* boy, and touch *his* wife. He snarls, he kills, he has no mercy towards these pigs, his mercy has long since died.

And let's address that: He rejects open arms from one of the suitors. Open Arms had been a consistent melody in almost every saga I believe, every time it was something to keep Ody afloat, a melody that reminded him of his best friend, and he clinged onto it in his lowest points. It's not just the melody, it's what it represents. The ideology Polites and, at one point, Odysseus stood by. That they could change the world with kindness and forgiveness. But Ody has gone through enough, and in no situation where he tried to be kind did it work out for him, as he was met with bloodshed and anger. He has no forgiveness left towards the people who've wronged him. But from a different angle, you can see why he rejected open arms from the suitor. After they planned to kill his son and rape his wife, they want MERCY? No. Odysseus won't give them the mercy. They don't deserve it. Killing their leader is not enough, he knows better now. How DARE they use the words of a dead man, his best friend, to save their sorry asses? They have no right to do so.

Odysseus' rage is so powerful because he has had enough. He won't allow these men, ANYONE, to hurt his family, not after everything it took to come back to them. He'll die a cold death before he allows that to happen.

And the suitors, oh they KNOW they fucked up. They know the story of Odysseus, they know how tactical he is, they know. And that's why they *fear* him. That's why they beg for forgiveness they won't receive. It's either beg or die.

However, they have a strong point: Telemachus. Oh, Telemachus, you couldn't have arrived at a worse time. I think it's a bit difficult to catch, but Ody wasn't the one who left the armory unlocked, it was Telemachus. He went in there to get gear and didn't backpedal to close the door. And for that small mistake, they got the upper hand against him. They held down, beat, and hurt him, all to get Ody's attention. Even though Telemachus begs for them to spare him so Odysseus spares them, to have open arms, they still decide to strike. A foolish choice, because Odysseus won't stand for it. How DARE they... How DARE THEY HURT THE YOUNG MAN HE FINALLY GETS TO BE A FATHER TO.

Let me remind you, Odysseus killing all these men is Telemachus' first impression of his father. After 20 years, he's here. In front of him. But he's not the kind and gentle man his mother described him as, he's not the man who spares first. Odysseus is filled with rage, and he doesn't even hesitate as he kills the monsters who have tormented him and his mother for 20 years.

Odysseus is no longer the man he was, nor the monster they've all created. He is the final battle. His theme is the one of a leyend. He's become the final boss. His heart is filled with rage of torment the past 20 years have put him through. And no one will want to mess with the King of Ithica again.

[fyxestroll]

The Unequal Marriage

pairing: sanguinius x reader (fem.)

warnings: implications/allusions to acts of self harm by reader, forced marriage (this isn't yandere), overall angst and reader not having a fun time

notes: prequel to this fic. wanted to write abt marrying sanguinius in a fluffy way but this came out instead. this fic was inspired by a painting of the same name by vasily pukire, belated sanguinala everyone!

As a child, you would find your mother staring at her window for hours, peering into the port and the seas beyond. You’ve read of her adventures, of her mapping out the ever-changing isles on this planet. She was a legend, a hero larger than life and at that time you did not understand why she ever stopped. 

And maybe to comfort or encourage—you’ve long forgotten the reason, you would spend your free time reading her her discoveries and experiences. Sometimes, you'd even do reenactments and make her smile sadly.

She neither spoke nor formed a tight bond with you and even as a child you always felt like she should’ve hated you.

But she didn’t. 

And you don’t know why.

And now she's gone.

And now you’re the one staring out that damned window andandandandandandand–

Inhale.

Exhale.

‘You’ve cried enough so don’t. Ground yourself.’

The dress you wear feels too tight and your head hangs heavy with the various accessories pinned on your hair. In an hour you are to be married. That was final.

You’ve cried, screamed, and begged your father to do anything but this but the old man remained steadfast in his decision. This is the best-case scenario, you know that and you, a single sacrificial lamb, traded for what the court deemed an alliance is a far better deal than war with those things.

Humans, they called themselves but you’ve seen them up close, you’ve seen their leader and you know they aren’t. Humans can’t grow as tall, can’t wear hulking masses of armor, can’t fight the way they do and they most definitely did not have wings.

On the rare occasions you’ve managed to interact with these Astartes, you’ve always found yourself unnerved. Their politeness did little to hide how unnerving their visage was like they were something else underneath their skin. That rang true, especially for their leader, the Angel.

He is the one you are to be married to. The thought fills you with dread.

Your hand brushes against the windowsill. From here you could see the ships and clamor of the people as they go about their lives. It looked like a normal day, not a princess’ wedding day. 

‘Can I do this?’ You ask yourself. Can you take the hand of this Angel? Can you find it in yourself to take oaths foreign to you?  Can you leave everything you know behind? 

‘No, I cannot.’

And wasn’t that the truth? 

Adjusting your skirts, you sit on the window sill, waiting and letting your mind wander. You could jump off now, and taste freedom briefly before escaping in death like a maiden in a fairytale. 

But you don’t. 

Resistance in the form of self-harm is useless with the Astartes guarding your door. They’d stop you in no time and you, yourself have grown tired of fighting. One last act of defiance would only make things worse.

Eventually, after an hour the door opens and Soledad—your maidservant, enters. She’s dressed in fine robes and accessories fit for joyous occasions such as a wedding but her eyes held no such mirth.

“It’s time.” She states like an executioner.

Wordlessly, you stand up, a heavy weight on the pit of your stomach. You feel like throwing up but you force yourself to move. Soledad makes her way to your side, standing three steps behind as she has done for years. She makes no move to adjust the bunched-up trail of your wedding dress—a final act of resistance, a show of discontent and solidarity to you.  The Astartes standing guard at your door follow, flanking you on either side.

It feels like you were marching to your death and in a way it was.

The palace gardens were beautiful, as always but you could not admire the greenery with the amount of people in it. 

Members of the court, military and of course the large hulking walls of armor that were the Astartes standing in rapt attention. Their intimidating helmets had been forgone, revealing surprisingly angelic—ancestors above you’re getting tired of that word, faces. At the far end, in front of an altar stood two people a woman in an unfamiliar military uniform and the Angel himself.

From your left, your father comes, takes your hand, and leads you down the aisle with a firm hold as if he feared you would run. You wished his fears could’ve come true.

“Be good.”  Your father whispers before leaving you to stand in front of the Angel. 

The officiant clears her throat, “We are gathered here today to witness the union between Lord Primarch Sanguinius and…” ‘So the Angel does have a name.’ “Heir apparent and Chancellor of Rights.” She turns to the crowd, “If any have reason to object speak now or forever hold your peace.”

The attendees stay silent. Good for them.

You bite the insides of your cheek, the unlikely possibility of someone objecting dying that very moment. It takes all of your willpower not to let out a cry or a scream and so you force yourself to look directly infront of your soon-to-be husband. Except, you don’t see his face let alone meet his eyes. You’d have to look up for that so you only see your reflection on the shined gold of his armor.

The sight of your face made you want to cry more.

“Bride,” the woman’s steely blue gaze bores into you, “Your vows.”

Vows? You were not made aware that marriages in the Imperium needed vows.

“I…do not have any.” Your statement sparks whispers among the crowd and for a moment you feared you’ve angered the delegation but neither the groom nor the officiant make a comment on it. The woman proceeds with the ceremony, “Then please join hands.”

Finally, you see the Angel’s face up close   and like the Astartes he leads he’s beautiful, ethereal. His wavy blonde hair frames a face that was equally chiseled and soft and highlights his unnatural ruby red eyes. A circlet of gold rests on his head and as it shined in the late afternoon sun it reminded you of a halo. It made him appear all the more inhuman.

“Under the light of the Emperor of Mankind, Sanguinius, do you take her to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

Your stomach sinks.

“Do you swear to accompany her, so long as you both shall live?”

Gently, he squeezes your hands and meets your gaze, “I do.” The kindness his eyes hold make you sick.

“And you,” The officiant looks to you, “do you take him to be your lawfully wedded husband? Do you swear to devote yourself to him so long as you both shall live?”

“I…” The slight change in wording doesn’t escape you. If anything it only assures that your  feeling of dread isn’t unreasonable. The hands holding yours are far larger and you’ve seen what they were capable of. If you tried to run it wouldn’t be a problem for him to yank you back and the kindness in his eyes gave no assurance he wouldn’t.

“I do.” You breathe out. It feels like admitting defeat.

“Then by the power vested in me, I pronounce you as Husband and Wife, lawfully wedded!”

There are claps, cheers and clanks of armor but you can tell its superficial on your people’s side. The Astartes are much harder to read, their faces neutral through the whole ordeal. Sang-the Angel lets go of your hands and you turn to face the crowd as newlyweds.

The sounds of celebration becomes muffled to your ears as if someone stuffed cotton in them. A quick glance at your future husband lets you see a look catch a look of concern etched on his brows. You ignore it, putting on a smile and forcing yourself into the image of a blushing bride as a lone tear escapes your eye.

‘What now?’ You can’t help but wonder.

[ashblooddragons]

This Mysterious Love (Chapter 5/?)

Series Masterlist

Ottos pov

I watch as Daemon storms out of the King's chambers. I had heard what he said and it is curious why he is defending my daughter instead of belittling her. 

I follow after him as I think about what Viserys had said to me before his brother burst in.

“Rhaenyra found me speaking with your daughter…alone.” He says plainly but I don't miss the blush on his cheeks nor the scowl on his lips. 

What were you going to do to my girl, old friend? I think fighting the images of him forcing himself upon her. 

“That is…” I start but find no words are right without ruining my daughter or offending the Princess.

“Awful? Yes I know.” Viserys says before hissing as the Maesters poke at a particularly sensitive spot on his back. “Rhaenyra is having a fit, no amount of threats or promises are calming her. It truly is a mess.” He continues.

I can’t help the rage that fills my belly. For this man who calls himself King lets his daughter who is a Princess like a toddler when she is well into her marriageable age. 

“Yes, quite a problem.” I say through gritted teeth. Viserys says he has no clue why Rhaenyra is the way she is, but I know why. She is spoiled, told just because she has a pretty dragon and face she can do as she pleases. But the hard truth is, that additude will be her downfall. 

“Which is why I have made a decision on the whole wife situation.” Viserys says looking up at me like a child who knows they are about to be scolded. 

“And what is that?” I respond when he falls silent avoiding eye contact.

He takes a deep breath before turning to look up at me again with eyes of worry. “That I will not take another.” 

I can’t help but gasp, for I knew Viserys wasn’t the brightest but he never was a fool. I take a moment to figure out how to respond but he beats me to it.. 

“I know, I know, I need heirs as I have none. But I thought of two options, one I name Rhaenyra my heir.” He says but we both grimace as we both know that won’t end well for the realm. 

“I hate to say it, Your Grace, but the hard truth is the realm will never stand behind a female heir. Princess Rhaenys and yourself proved that, and though you may not marry, your brother is and he can have heirs, male heirs.” 

Viserys only sighs before nodding his head. “My thoughts exactly. Daemon would finally bed his ‘Bronze Bitch’ as he likes to call her, if only to spite me. Which is why we have another option.” 

I stop trying to figure out what other option we have other than Rhaenyra or Daemon being the named heir. Especially since the KIng seems set on not having another wife. 

Viserys seems to notice my confusion as he continues without letting me speak, which is rare as he usually makes me speak for him. 

“I could make Daemon’s son heir.” He says and I scoff shaking my head.

“I apoligize for my crudeness, Your Grace, but we would have a better chance of convincing your brother to kill his Blod Wyrm before we convince him to bed his ‘Bronze Bitch’.” 

“Your right, which is why we need to find him a new wife, one he will actually lay with. And just so we’re clear this is my final decision. If Daemon won’t lay with his new wife, Rhaenyra will be named heir.”

I go to speak but then the chamber doors burst open and the very man we were speaking of storms in.

I’m brought back to the present when Daemon turns into a hall that leads to the gates that goes almost directly to the streets of silk. I can’t miss this chance, I may have lost Viserys as a way to have my blood on the throne, but I won’t miss this chance. Especially not after hearing how he defended my daughter.

“Prince Daemon.” I call out fighting the urge to flinch when he turns and glares my way. No matter how long I work with these Targaryens I will never get used to the fire that fills their eyes. They truly are the blood of the dragon.

“How can I help you, Hand?” He asks with a level of mistrust in his voice.

I take this as a invitation to step forward so we can speak more privately. “The King just told me he won’t remarry.” I say in a hushed tone.

Daemon seems shocked but that is quickly overshadowed by suspicion. 

“And why would he choose that?” He asks eyeing me with accusation.

I sigh trying to find the best wording, Daemon cares for his niece though he will be the first to say she is a spoiled thing and needs to learn what the word duty means. “Rhaenyra–” I start only for him to sigh and nods his head. 

“You don’t need to finish, let me guess. Rhaenyra had one of her tantrums and now he’s trying to make her happy by putting his rein in jeopardy?” He asks but his tone has a bored edge to it, as if he isn’t shocked. And I don’t blame him, for neither am I.

“Yes, precisely, and on top of that he has some ideas on who the heir could be.” I say fighting the smirk that wishes to rise to my lips when I see him scowl.

“I am his heir.” He hisses out.

“Oh come now, my Prince, you truly thought that would stick. You were always going to be sumplanted, either by a son, or Rhaenyra.” 

He glares my way before scoffing with a whisper from his lips “Of course he would.” 

“Though he doesn’t seem fond of the idea Rhaenyra being heir, he has another idea.” I say purposely leaving out the second option hoping he’d take the bait.

“And if Rhaenyra isn’t his heir…then who is?” He asks obviously impatient by now.

“His other idea is that your first son being his heir.” 

He laughs throwing his head back. “Oh thats amazing! I would father cut my own cock off than fuck that Bronze Bitch.” He responds with chuckle. 

I only smirk nodding my head. “Yes which is why he wishes to annul your marriage.” I say which stops his laughter and his face morphes to pure shock. 

“Will I be able to choose the wife I take?” He asks eyeing me suspiciously. 

“As far as I have been told, yes.” I respond not giving him time to respond. “Which is why I wished to speak to you. Rhaenyra caught Viserys and my daughter Alicent talking in his chambers…alone. I hate to even think it but we both know Rhaenyra speaks first and thinks last, she may be spreading what she found as we speak. So you know how dire it is to me, how much I truly believe she would do this to my girl, for me to come to you for help.” 

“And what ‘help’ do you need?” He asks with a smirk and I know he already knows what I am going to ask.

“Marry my Alicent, make it where the rumors will not follow her. We both gain something from this, your son on the throne, and my daughter’s reputation can be saved.” I say with a scowl I had to turn to him for help. 

He only smirks and pats me on the shoulder condescendingly. “I’ll keep her in mind when I search for a wife.” He responds before turning on his heels and leaving me in the hall alone. 

I watch him leave with a scowl. I don’t need Alicent to be a option, I need her to be the option and now I need to find out how to do that without ruining Alicent more than I already have.

Special thanks to my bestie @sugutoad for making the Header for this fic! I swear I'd be lost without you girly!

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[hballegro]

part 1 of drawing the cast as various images from my phone. edition one; fr mulcahy as lore and charles as jesse williams

[rosemaryreality]

So...

holy shit this conversation, i have. so many thoughts.

i'm like, 80% sonic is gonna face some kind of betrayal from either dread or nine

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

What’s your favorite bit of lore? Or favorite holiday/festival in genshin they’re pretty neat

i'm absolutely biased towards lantern rite tbh

as for bit of lore, i'm not really sure. i feel like 'bit of lore' is really weird to define, bc ultimately most lore is all connected into bigger pictures. obviously i'm partial towards liyue lore in general, but as for a specific little bit...

probably still the possibility that zhongli is partial to archery.

[moonlight-eternal]

...Hm. That is... something.

This may as well happen too. I have, as the children of this world say, seen some shit.

I believe this holocaster has some "video games" on it. I did not acquire them, nor do I know how to operate them; they were simply there when I picked it up off the ground after Falling.

It is not that fantastical, I think, to conceive of such an idea. No further a stretch than the concept of parallel timelines of our own Lordran, in which yours yet surviveth while mine long since fell to Dark. The multiverse, as they call it here, doth stretch far and wide. The scribes of Lordran write annals of history in great tomes, but this world hath technology far beyond parchment and ink. Entire histories may be written in crystal and light... one of them ours, or something adjacent.

I am still not certain I understand. Doth she say our worlds' existence is somehow predicated upon the invention of moving pictures here? It is nonsensical. Does the technology of this place truly extend to the wholesale creation of worlds? This would go against all I have so far seen.

Not... in mine understanding, though I may be in error? My view is thus. One of your dogs is named Radagon, after the tragic hero from your favorite epic novel, Elden Ring. Is it not inconceivable that, through the same inscrutable machinations that delivered each of us here, there might be a Faller named Radagon who hails from a world starkly similar to what you have read?

...I suppose there could be. If the variations upon worlds are truly endless.

And we would not call Gyrm the Wretched capable of creating worlds, correct? Even Ariamis did not truly manage it, not completely, and he put magic incomparable into his paint and his craft.

So correlation, then, but causation neither way? Such seemeth too improbable, and yet, out of infinity... Perhaps it is so. But to make the Undead journey a game... Why? It is such pain, and horror, and sacrifice, it is our last resort after all other methods to preserve the world did fail, and if I could avert further Undead deaths I would. What enjoyment is there in–

Forget I asked. To fight and win against my father, even in virtual effigy, is its own reward, and is worth any struggle to reach that point. I wish thee luck, Pepper, in thy quest. Would that I could see his defeat, in as embarrassing a manner as is achievable, as compensation for such dreadful parenting. Insult him all thou carest to; he doth deserve it and more.

Also, Lucatiel is pretty. Thou hast good taste.

I think. I am going to do today's gogoat update early. and then go log off and play dark souls for the rest of the day. and try not to think about how much of a moron I look like right now.

I'm pretty close to hitting ng+ on my current save, at least! got all the lord souls, chucked them in the lordvessel, then I've just gotta go beat up a sad old man to really good piano music and then link the Fire. and then I get to do it all over again :)

I. probably will not do it all over again today though. I don't want to be in the undead asylum and I do not have it in me to speedrun the undead asylum. waugh

[misery-has-no-company-now]

I was watching the second video of the statehouse again yesterday, and the last part of it got me thinking :

DC helped Gov leave Pennsylvania...

Not only that but Gov apparently wouldn't have been able to get out in the first place without DC's help??

DC thinks PA's actions are an issue, Gov does not think he's "that bad" until DC has to point out something he did. It's kind of common for abuse victims to not realise how horrible their situation is/was until someone else points it out to them; then the reality hits them.

On that same thought, the shiver??? after Gov remembers what Pennsylvania did??? and that scared look??? I'm telling you it sent so many fic ideas in my brain. If I ever get around to writing one this thing is definitely coming there.

[simpjaes]

in the smallest voice possible, i must admit.....i fear i will lose many readers after this fic.

[designernishiki]

I wanna flesh out a yakuza oc but every time I think about it I end up thinking about an oc of mine who already Exists who’s not a yakuza oc. but is, in fact, an oc who is a yakuza. and that fact is genuinely completely unrelated

[crystalkitty1220]

I’m planning on making an incorrect summary of ibvs and this was one of the first ideas i had

THIS REMINDS ME OF THE TIME I WAS BORED IN CLASS AND WASTED LIKE TWENTY PAGES OF MY NOTEBOOK BY SCRIPTING A "IBVS IN A NUTSHELL" THING

tags are just me being nostalgic