#promise I'll soon post better content again

[chevvy-yates]

It's finally not hot anymore and now I stay in front of my cupboard not knowing what to wear to go to work. Oh man.

Also, sorry for the lack of content lately. I was having a forced pause bc of a wisdom tooth ache that left me with not being able to produce new things for a while (it's out and I am good again).

I'm going back into producing content again as in will gain some vp to fill my tblr with posts agai what hpefully might me be back also actively look at others content.

Not sure about posting lore though. Sitting down and (re-)writing backstory lore for 7 blorbos the last 3 weeks while I couldn't force myself into doing VP (bc it was too hot anyways) and posting it has me still down somehow as I discovered once again in cp77 community majority seems only to be interested in the look of the oc rather than the character or lore behind it.

And those who read it, mostly do in silence (it's fine – I understand some have problems to interact with fandom), which also does not really help me in feeling better as I am always prone to worry my writing is super bad, my ocs are boring af bc I receive no feedback.

I also have to rather force myself to comment on others ocs – to sit down after a stressful work day, read and give someone a comment! It's not easy for me either but I try every time. And if I can't think of something I come back to it antoher time! I managed to give comments on a bunch of bc I thought the op will be happy about reading that I went through their lore and liked one detail or even have a further question they can now answer too. I did in several oc threads, yet rarely got some of them back. Not saying no one came to my threads. some did but it was like 2 out of 10 who I gave comment on the backstory.

The give and take principle does not really work in this fandom. Idk why. It's just sad. I will continue to give comments even tho it's not easy but at least I can say of myself that I try to. And others should too.

[meownotgood]

I wanted to get much further than I actually did today, but this is still good

[demonpiratehuntress]

How the Straw Hats React to Your Period

Includes: OPLA!Zoro, OPLA!Sanji, OPLA!Luffy, OPLA!Usopp, f!reader

A/N: I actually have a one-shot written of Zoro's reaction to your period, which I'll post after this. But I hope you enjoy reading this :)

ZORO

"NO! NO! (NAME) I'M SORRY!"

Luffy's loud scream was what woke the swordsman from his nap today, one of his eyes shooting open to see what the fuss was about. Luffy zipped across the deck in front of him, holding onto his hat for dear life as you chased him around with a kitchen knife, curses and threats spewing past your lips.

"Luffy! Get back here!"

Zoro looked at Nami and Sanji, who were watching the scene while trying to stifle giggles. Usopp was behind Sanji, visibly shaking. The swordsman turned his gaze back to you and Luffy, where you were handling the captain by the collar of his vest. Before you could do anything to him, however, Zoro grabbed your wrist and stopped you.

"What now-" You turned, your eyes widening when you saw your boyfriend. "Zoro-"

"Why are you trying to kill our captain?" He asked, then paused. "Okay let me rephrase. Why do you have a knife?"

You suddenly burst into tears, and for the first time since Kaya's mansion, Zoro jumped in fright and alarm. It didn't take long for your face to be a mess of tears, and you were babbling something he couldn't hear through your sobs.

"Calm down," he let go of your wrist and gently took the knife away from you, handing it to Luffy before feeling you suddenly smack his arm. "What was that for?"

"Don't tell me to calm down!" You yelled, still crying but now very irritated. "He ate my food!"

"So?"

"So Sanji made it especially for me!" You whined. "He knows what I like on my period!"

At the mention of Sanji, Zoro growled and lifted you up, tossing you over his shoulders, "I also know what you like."

Minutes later, you were laying on his chest in his hammock, after he had brought you some more food and something to drink. He was lazily rubbing over your uterus, which he had learned - after three of your periods - calmed you down. You were content for now, eating an insane amount of food and cuddling your boyfriend, but he couldn't deny that he was a little afraid of you during these times. Still, he did his best to make sure you were okay, knowing how badly you cramped and how much pain your body was in during these days. Whatever you asked of him, he did without complaint.

SANJI

No one had seen you for hours now. That usually wouldn't be a problem, if it wasn't the middle of the day and if you didn't usually spend this time learning how to fish from Sanji. Everyone except Nami seemed to be confused, but she wouldn't tell anyone what was going on, too busy reading her charts. So your boyfriend decided to check for himself, regretting not coming sooner when he saw what state you were in.

"My love, what's wrong?"

The cook was by your side in an instant, his ears now picking up on the soft groans and whimpers you were letting out. You were clearly in pain, but you didn't want to lift your head up to tell him why. He had to gently remove the blanket from your face, and cup your cheek in his hand.

"What can I do to make it better?"

"Food," you mumbled, before groaning again and burying your face in his thigh. "And you."

That didn't really make any sense, but it didn't matter to Sanji. He didn't want to leave you alone while you were in pain, so he quickly brought a cloth he had doused in hot water and laid it over your uterus, knowing heat would help the pain. Then he kissed your forehead and promised the food would come soon, before rushing off to make your favourite.

"Where's (Name)?" Luffy asked Sanji, coming into the kitchen. "Haven't seen her all day."

"She's resting," the cook answered, before slapping the captain's hand away from the food. "That's for her."

Luffy was about to protest, but then he turned and went down to your room to check on you. Sanji would have warned him, but he was already gone before he could.

What came next was a loud bang and a the unmistakable sound of someone hitting the wooden walls of the ship. Followed by a dazed groan. Sanji tried not to laugh as Luffy came stumbling back into the kitchen, his eyes wide.

"What did you do?"

"I poked her cheeks until she told me what was wrong."

"Did she tell you?"

"No, but she punched me."

Sanji did laugh then, watching Luffy go back out to bother someone else - probably Zoro - as he gathered up the plate and hot drink he had prepared for you and went back to your room. He set the food and drink down, slipped into the bed next to you, and brought you close as he fed you the food and kept the heated cloth in place over your uterus. He was aware of how painful these few days were for you, so he tried his best to make it at least a little easier. And he always did.

LUFFY

THE MOST OBLIVIOUS MAN TO EVER LIVE. This guy has no idea what's in store for him, and he has no idea how to deal with it either. He can't help his annoying nature, but when you get your period he tries his best to shut up sometimes. Sometimes. He can't keep up with your mood swings, and even less with your cramps, but he tries. The poor guy. You always feel so bad after your periods, knowing you yelled at him for no reason or snapped unwillingly when he's never ever raised his voice at you or argued.

"(Name)!" Luffy whined. "That was mine!"

You had just swiped something off his lunch plate - something he did way more often to you - when those words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them. He had - once again - forgotten what time of the month it was. He was reminded when your eyes glossed over with tears, and your bottom lip trembled. Everyone else flinched as you started crying, getting up to run off to somewhere else.

"Luffy!" Nami smacked the back of his head.

"Idiot," Zoro grumbled, face-palming.

Luffy looked confused, wondering why everyone was telling him off. Only when Usopp nudged him in the direction you ran off did he get it. He was slow, but he always understood - eventually. He got up to follow you, finding you curled up in the crow's nest, shaking and crying into your knees.

"Hey, (Name)," he sat down next to you. "I'm sorry."

"You're an idiot, you know," you grumbled, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes.

He laughed, and you frowned, before he suddenly pulled you onto his lap and wrapped his arms around you. He extended them so they encased you like a cocoon, having heard from Nami that keeping you warm might help with the pain. But also, he knew how much you loved it when he cuddled you like this. All your pain and anger faded away, and the tears stopped as your body completely relaxed in his embrace. You felt yourself nodding off, and pretty soon you were fast asleep, head tilted onto your boyfriend's shoulder. He smiled. He was lucky that you were so patient with him. Because it took him a while, but he would always make sure you were okay during these few unbearable days.

USOPP

This poor, poor boy. Having been around Kaya for most of his life, he wasn't new to what periods were. However, you were not like Kaya. You were aggressive, you were angry, you were violent, and it terrified him to his core. He knew you didn't mean to be, but your fluctuating hormones made you so moody and grumpy that he was almost tempted to hide from you for those few days. But he knew you needed him. So he did what he does best, he told you funny, made-up stories to make you laugh.

They...had the opposite effect.

He was alarmed when you started crying halfway through his infamous goldfish story, instantly reaching out to take your hand, "(Name), what's wrong? Does it hurt? I can go get something-"

"Why did you punch the goldfish?" You sniffled, looking up him with teary eyes.

He was taken aback by your question, his jaw dropping. No one ever asked that, and he was wondering why you were worried about the goldfish when he claimed it was attacking him.

"Why-"

"It was an innocent animal!" You whined, smacking his arm suddenly and then crying even more. "It didn't do anything!"

Usopp stuttered and stammered and tried to defend himself, but you were so concerned about the fish you didn't want to hear it. Shaking his head with a sigh, he just slipped into the bed next to you and brought you against his chest, kissing the top of your head. You were very very emotional, but he was learning how to appropriately handle it. And you appreciated that he was trying his best to make you smile. He made your periods bearable.

[annwrites]

forever

— pairing: billy hargrove x fem!reader

— type: part of a series

— summary: you & billy go to a vegas casino. the next day, you have a scare & make a commitment.

— tags: ♡

— tw: gambling

— word count: 7,412

— a/n: while i am very proud of this entire series so far, there's just something more about this post for me. I actually cried while writing this one. i hope you all enjoy!

GIF by 62737462718star

The next day, you and Billy stay snuggled up in bed, watching TV—him, at first, changing the channel every few minutes as soon as you got interested in something just to drive you nuts—napping, eating, talking, and every once in awhile getting on each other’s nerves just for fun. 

But, as you laid with your head on his chest and his fingers in your hair, you were completely content to fall back asleep listening to his steady breathing. The beat of his heart.

You wake in the middle of the night to Billy tossing and turning beside you, muttering unintelligibly. His brows are furrowed, body slick with sweat.

You cup his cheek in your hand, shooshing him, telling him to wake up.

And when his eyes do open, they're full of fear. He looks to you at his side and his face crumples. "Oh, baby doll," he says, burying his face between your breasts, wrapping his arms around you.

You twine your fingers in his hair, holding him to you. "It was just a nightmare. It's okay."

"I lost you," he whispers. "You...fuck, you stopped breathing. I-"

"Shh, it wasn't real. I'm right here. Shh."

You let him cry softly against your chest until you eventually coax him back to sleep by reassuring him over and over again that you're all better now. You're still here.

"I love you. Just try and go back to sleep. I'll be right here when you wake up, okay?"

He nods, pulling you closer. "I love you, too."

While still a tad under the weather, you feel far better the next day. And are honestly itching to get out of the motel room, even if it's just to go sit outside or ride shotgun while Billy drives around, letting you sight-see.

You're just coming out of the bathroom, dressed and ready to go, when Billy comes back into the room carrying breakfast with him.

He kicks the door closed with his boot—a brown paper bag held between his teeth, to-go cups in one arm, a couple more bags in the other.

He looks up to you with a raised brow as he begins setting everything down. He nods toward the bed. "Take all that off and get back into bed."

You come over to him. "I feel better today. I'm tired of being stuck in this room, Billy. It's been days now. Can we please go do something?"

You bat your lashes at him, pressing up against him and he groans as you slip a hand in his pocket. "Pretty please?"

Before he can tell you, yet again, to get back into bed, you swiftly remove your hand, his keys dangling from your fingers.

He sighs, holding out his hand. "Yeah, you're hilarious. C'mon, give 'em."

You back up a step, hiding them behind your back. "As soon as you promise to let me out of here."

He studies you for a moment. "Maybe in another day or-"

"No, today."

He crosses his arms, jaw flexing. "I said no. And that's final."

You step closer to him, reaching out for his hand, which he snatches away.

"No. Do...do you have any idea what you put me through? I thought..." He shakes his head. "Don't ever fucking do that again, alright?"

Your lip twitches. "I will do my utmost to never get sick again. I promise."

You press yourself against his chest then. "Now let me outside."

He sighs. "Only once you've had breakfast."

You snuggle closer. "Deal."

"If you so much as sneeze, I'm taking your ass back."

You roll your eyes. He'd been like this since before you stepped out the door. He'd even forced a thermometer under your tongue before letting you go out, which had read at a perfect 98.7°—a temperature that should've pleased him, but he'd instead frowned.

You'd tried making a joke about him just wanting to keep you all to himself for another day, but had known it was because he was terrified of you going back outside and getting sick again.

You turn in your seat to face him and run your fingers through his hair.

He fights against his lip twitching at the tender gesture. He sighs then. "Alright, where to? Unless you want me to pick?"

He looks at you then, a smirk now on his face. "We are in Sin City. Could always hit a sex shop, then head back and create our own entertainment for the day."

You lean over, kissing him deeply and when you pull away, he has a brow raised, thinking he's talked you into it.

"Nice try."

He leans back, rolling his eyes as he turns the car over.

"Billy, stop, we can't go in. This is ridiculous. They're never going to buy your fake; I'm sure they see them everyday."

Billy was currently pulling you alongside him...into Caesar's Palace. He'd gotten the idea to go gambling in his head, and not even offering to go to a sex shop to try on skimpy lingerie had managed to talk him out of it. You'd even threw in that he could finally cuff you to whatever he wanted and have his way with you if he just turned back around, but he'd not listened to a word.

You'd tried tugging unsuccessfully against his hand, unable to pull him back an inch in the other direction. He'd instead led you further inside. And, just when he'd thought—ignorantly—as he passed the hotel lobby, headed in the direction of the casino floor, he was about to get away with it, a large man dressed in a suit, who was probably twice the size of Billy, stepped in his way.

Billy didn't shrink away from his authoritative presence, but you might've hidden yourself just the least bit behind him as you glanced up shyly to the security guard.

"Somewhere you're headed?" He asks, voice a deep baritone tune.

Billy looks up at him with a bored expression, nodding behind him. "Got a few greenbacks that're just burnin' a hole in my pocket."

He goes to step past him, but the man side-steps, once again blocking him.

"ID card, pal."

Billy retrieves his wallet, handing him the requested piece of information.

He studies it with a raised brow, then looks at Billy. "Billy Squier? You really thought someone would buy that?" He tosses it back to him. "Go on, get out of here."

Billy shrugs, tucking his wallet back away. "Like I can help that we share the same name." He smirks, flashing him a dazzling smile. "The Stroke is a damn good song, though, ain't it?"

He glances to you, then back to the security guard.

The man chooses to ignore Billy then, honing in on you. "You got a fake for me, too? Let me guess: Stevie Nicks? No. Cindy Lauper."

You hold Billy's hand more tightly. "I-"

Billy interrupts you. "She left hers in the car." He lets go of your hand then. "Listen, man, what's it going to take? My money's good, ain't it?" He pulls out a wad of rolled up cash, counts out a few bills, then reaches forward, feigning shaking his hand, the bills disappearing in the other man's grip. "Just trying to show my girl a good time. What, you've never been young and in love before?"

"You ever been employed before, kid?" He shoves the money back against Billy's chest. "Go on, before I have to use force."

Billy gives him a glare before turning back around, wrapping his arm around your waist. "C'mon, baby, we'll go blow a grand at Circus Circus instead."

Somehow, you and Billy get lucky at the next casino. You show up just when the security guards are changing shifts and sneak right in. Your heart had been pounding, and you couldn't tell whether it was your palm or his that was sweaty, but you eventually come to wrap your arms around one of his as he weaves between slot machines and craps tables.

You glance around, lights twinkling in your wide eyes in the dim lighting, the room illuminated by colorful overhead chandeliers, and neon slot machines. There's even a section of the room that's modeled after a carousel.

You look up to Billy then, walking alongside him. "Can I play a slot machine?" You ask sweetly.

"Once I win at blackjack."

You frown. "Do you even know how?"

He stop, turning back to you. "Baby, I've got skills you've never seen."

You hook your finger on his black half-unbuttoned shirt. "That's likely."

He shakes his head. "Keep it up."

When he turns away, you smack his ass and he laughs.

You stand behind Billy, actually impressed. He'd not been lying about knowing how to play cards. While nearly every other person sitting at the table had eventually folded, or busted more times than they were comfortable with, and thus left with bruised egos, Billy's chips were just piling up.

You didn't like the way some people were eyeing his winnings, however.

You lean down close to his ear as he holds his cards close to his chest. "Billy, I think that's enough-"

"After this hand."

You sigh, frowning. "You said that twenty minutes ago."

He taps two fingers against the table and the dealer slides another card his way.

"Like I can help that I'm on a roll." He looks up at you, smirking. "Think you might be my little good-luck charm."

You shift on your feet. "You have way more than you came in with now. Can I please just go try a slot machine?"

He glances to the dealer and watches as he turns over a card and a smile breaks out across Billy's face as he throws his own cards down, slamming his fists against the table. "Woo! Winner winner, baby!"

He pulls more chips in his direction, which you grab in your fists, heading in another direction with them. You hear him curse from behind you, but quickly gathers the remaining ones on the table before following you to go cash in.

After finishing up with the casino’s teller, Billy securely pockets away a few hundred dollars, practically beaming from his winnings. He then hands you a five and nods toward the slot machines. “Go nuts.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Only five dollars?”

He leans down close to you. “You want more, guess you’ll have to blow me.”

Your expression then morphs into a scowl. “You’re so-”

“Y’know, my dice, when I play craps later?”

You turn your back to him, heading toward a slot machine. “That is so not what you meant.”

“Not my fault that my cock is all you can think about.”

After losing once, you’d been ready to burn the entire building down. But after a few times? You were seething. You yank on the arm one last time and it then demands more money.

“Oh, that is such bull. It took all my money!”

Billy glances to those few others who are seated at nearby machines and a muscle in his jaw feathers when he sees them looking your way as you continue to make a scene.

“I didn’t win once. This game is rigged. I want a different machine!”

He can’t believe you’re getting this upset over losing five dollars that hadn’t even been yours to begin with, anyway.

“Honey-”

“Don’t honey me, I want another five,” you state, holding out your hand.

He crosses his arms. “I think someone might have a bit of a gambling problem.”

The vein in the middle of your forehead makes an appearance—he’s never seen that trick before. “I wanted cherries. I kept getting fucking bananas and-”

He steps closer to you, needing to calm you before someone calls security. “Sweetheart, I will give you all the banana you want when we get back to the motel. But right now-”

“I said cherries! See, you’re not even listening to me.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose. Good Lord, you’re acting like a little kid. And he typically relied on you to be the mature one. Seeing you so pissed was funny at first, but now you were getting a bit scary.

“Alright, fine, I will pop your cherry when-”

You lean your head back, groaning. “Too late for that now, isn’t it?” You look at him again.

He finally reaches up, squeezing your cheeks until your lips are puckered. “You want to get us kicked out?”

“No,” you mutter through fish lips.

He smirks. You look adorable like this. So tiny and angry and your face all squished in his strong grip. Like a pissed off kitten. “If I give you another five, will you promise—if you lose—to control your temper, and behave yourself, and not be a sore loser?”

“Yes.”

He releases you, giving you the promised amount of cash.

“Motherfu-”

He yanks you up from the stool by your upper arm before you can finish that expletive. “Alright, time to go. You’ve had enough.”

“Just give me another-”

“Nope, you’ve had enough.”

“But-”

“No buts. C’mon. You’d leave us high and dry if I let you have your way.”

“You are so not getting lucky tonight.”

“Already did. Sounds like you’re the one who didn’t.”

“Oh, you son of a-”

Once the two of you are back at the motel, you’d thankfully calmed down. Billy was almost afraid to leave not just his money, but the keys to the Camaro anywhere you could get to them, lest you return to the casino for a second round. Third, really.

But, once you were in a bubble bath and softly humming to yourself as you washed up, he figured that you seemed well-enough over it.

After bathing, you stand over your bag of toiletries with shaking hands and wide eyes, your heart hammering in your chest as you stare down at a tampon that’d been hidden at the bottom of the bag.

You were late. Very late, by your standards. Your period had always been like clockwork. If it was ever ‘late’, it was by no more than a day. Ever. And even that was rare. Far and few between.

But today made five. The two of you had used protection every time. But…what if there had been a hole in one of the condoms? Or some of his semen had somehow leaked out or… That night on top of the Camaro. But he’d finished on your stomach. Not inside of you. No. This wasn’t happening. You were not-

“You about done in there? I need to take a piss.”

You jolt, dropping the plastic tube on the floor, staring at the closed door, unable to form a single word on your tongue. Until you manage to choke out, “Just a sec.”

“Gettin’ all dolled up for me just to go to bed?”

Your eyes sting with unshed tears. God, you want him to just leave you be for a few more minutes so you can collect yourself. Because right now? You felt on the verge of a hysterical breakdown.

You stare at yourself in the mirror. Your face had gone pale, all blood drained from your lips, your eyes wide and terrified. And you were shaking like a leaf.

You begin taking deep breaths, trying to calm yourself. Oh God, you felt like you were about to pass out.

It was nothing.

You’d been under a lot of stress lately, that was all. Yes, that made perfect sense. From the moment you’d left Hawkins, you’d been on a non-stop rollercoaster of emotions. All the traveling, the fighting, worrying about money, worrying about each other, worrying about the future, you getting sick—it was a perfect recipe for a late period.

And it was only five days. Just because it was always on time before didn’t mean it couldn’t be late now. Sometimes bodies were weird. They didn’t always operate how they were supposed to. Obviously, or so many diseases and disabilities wouldn’t exist. And stress could wreak havoc on the healthiest of people. So, you had nothing to worry about. Right?

“Sweetheart?”

You quickly gather your things, your stomach now in knots, shoulders tense, jaw locked tight.

You swing open the door and stare up at Billy. “All yours,” you say stepping past him.

A moment later, you hear him relieving himself. You let out a breath of relief that he hadn’t noticed you were upset.

You’d barely touched your dinner. Billy had noticed, but you’d used the excuse that you ‘weren’t all that hungry’. He’d stared at you for a moment before stealing one of your shrimp, telling you that he’d eat them if you weren’t going to. He hadn’t noticed your palm pressed against your stomach.

Once the two of you were in bed, you’d turned your back to him, trying to fight back tears. If…if you were…what would happen to the two of you? You’d felt so sure that you’d found the one now. But this… A baby would ruin everything. He’d leave you. This much he wouldn’t stand for, you were sure of it.

You were both eighteen. Kids yourselves. What the hell did either of you know about being parents? You wouldn’t have any idea of how to be a proper mother, you’d not been given an example of one yourself. And Billy had his history with his father.

You hadn’t had that talk yet: what you wanted when it came to kids. You don’t even know what it is that he wants. You don’t know what you want, either.

Just as your terror begins to grow, you feel his hand sliding along your hip, erection pressed against your back. You feel sick at the sensation of it. That part of him had destroyed your entire life. And now you would be the one forced to deal with the consequences. The fallout.

You’d been right to be abstinent before. This was his fault. He’d not stopped until he’d buried himself inside your head. Had pushed and pulled, pushed and pulled until you didn’t know where else to run but into his arms.

No. You can’t think like that. He loves you. He’d made some mistakes, but you understood why. Had chosen to forgive him. You loved him, too. And what if you were just getting yourself all worked up over nothing? What if you weren’t indeed pregnant, and causing yourself further stressed just delayed your period further?

Billy presses his lips to your neck, reaching under his t-shirt, which you’re wearing, cupping your breast. “Want me to help you get undressed, honey?”

You bite your lip until you taste blood, fighting back tears. “I’m really tired. Maybe not tonight.” You say it so quietly that he barely hears you.

He presses a soft kiss to the back of your head. “Told you that you should’ve stayed in bed. But no one ever listens to Billy.”

You don’t respond. You just take his hand, wrapping his arm around your waist, praying to God he doesn’t notice that your own is shaking.

You toss and turn most of the night, at one point locking yourself in the bathroom to cry while Billy sleeps, clutching your stomach, praying to God that you’re not what you think you are. If you were, and he did leave you, what would you do? Where would you go? Everything would fall out from under your feet then. You’d have nothing. No one. He was your entire world. Everything. He was everything. Your everything. You’d come to lean so heavily on him. To rely on him at every turn.

If he left you behind… You want to die at the thought.

The next morning, you’re exhausted. And Billy quickly takes notice over breakfast. Which you barely touch.

He brushes his foot against yours, reaching for your hand, concerned with the lost-in-thought look on your face. Were you getting sick again?

“Baby?”

You look up at him. “Hm?”

“You alright, angel?” He reaches up, pressing his palm to your forehead. You don’t feel feverish…

You nod slightly, looking back down to your cereal, which is now just a bowl of mush, stirring it.

“I think you’re still just getting over that cold. I should’ve made you stay in yesterday. How about you go lie back down and get some rest. We’ll just hang out here for the rest of the day. Alright?”

You nod, getting up, stripping, lying back down. You quickly fall asleep.

When you wake, the TV is on, the volume low, and Billy is sitting up, one arm around you, holding you close to his leg. You stare at the closed curtains, wondering what time it is, but don’t want to ask, because you don’t want to talk. Don’t want him to notice that something more is wrong than you just ‘being under the weather’, even if you knew you felt completely back to normal now. You don’t want him to keep digging until you’re finally forced to cave and tell him what’s really going on.

So, you close your eyes instead, forcing yourself back into a dreamless slumber.

Billy had let you sleep through lunch, but he now stands at the foot of the bed, frowning, considering whether to wake you for dinner. He’d gotten you a cheeseburger—one of your favorites—so he’s sure you’ll eat it.

He tucks some hair behind your ear, then gently shakes you awake.

“Dinner’s here, beautiful. Time to get up. Once you’ve eaten, you can go back to bed.”

You moan against the pillow, wishing he’d just left you be. You didn’t want to eat, because the moment you opened your eyes, your stomach was twisting into knots again. But you fight the feeling of nausea down, telling yourself to, at the very least, act fine. Pretend like you feel as much.

You sit up, smiling slightly at him.

He presses a kiss to your forehead. “How’re you feeling?”

You wrap your arms around his neck, hiding your face from his view. “Better.”

He sighs. “Good. That’s good.”

He leads you over to the table and you force every bite down.

Billy makes another sexual advance that night, shortly after laying down. He slips his hands between your legs. “I can do all the work tonight, if you want?”

You’d simply pressed yourself into his chest. “Could you just hold me instead? Maybe…maybe tomorrow.”

He’d remained silent as he slid his strong arms around you, holding you close, whispering that he loved you and to get some more rest. That he was sure you’d feel better in the morning.

You do not, in fact, feel better in the morning. More rested than the day previous, yes, but your nerves are fried.

You’d raced to the bathroom to…expel your bowels from nerves at least twice in the night, and now your stomach was truly on empty. But just the thought of eating made you feel sick.

Currently, it’s morning and you’re lying in bed awake, even if you’d rather not be, listening to Billy quietly snore beside you. You sit up, staring down at him, trying to memorize every line and facet of his face. His body.

Before you loose him for good.

Tears sting your eyes at the thought of being alone again. Though, you won’t be totally alone, you suppose. If you are…that…will it look like you or him? Will it have his eyes? His beautiful head of hair? You don’t think you can bear it: having to look upon a perfect reflection—reminder—of him every day, knowing he’s never coming back.

How could you have let this happen? What if you got rid of it instead? Somehow, that thought makes you feel worse. A little bundle that’s equal parts you and him…gone. Just as a tear slips down your cheek, he begins to wake.

You quickly wipe it away, smiling as he opens his eyes, looking up at you, stretching.

He reaches a hand up to your cheek, cupping it. “Morning, sweetheart.”

“Hi.”

“You been up long?”

You shake your head. “I just woke up a couple minutes before you did.”

“Admiring your sleeping beauty then, huh?”

You smile at the sarcastic comment. “Most certainly.”

He slides his other hand up your thigh, stopping close to your heat. “You want to?”

You shift under his touch. How to tell him no yet again? You’d not been intimate in days, and you worry that continuing to reject him will only serve to hurt him, if not make him suspicious. But the thought of him buried inside of you right now… You simply can’t.

He notices your silence and his smile fades. “Guess not.” He removes his hand, getting up from bed, nervously running his hand through his hair. “I’m gonna go take a leak,” he says, padding over to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Your chin wobbles, knowing you did it anyway: hurt his feelings.

Billy lays on the horn, waiting for traffic to move. He glances to you then, who is busy staring out your open window. He knows something is wrong. But you won’t tell him what.

He reaches over, sliding his hand up your leg and his ego takes a hit when you recoil at his touch. He sighs, resting his hand back on the shifter. “Come the fuck on, man!” He shouts at the line of cars in front of him.

He then looks back to you. “What? Are you still sick?”

You clasp your hands. “No. I’m just…tired.”

He leans his head back, rolling his eyes. “Heard that a lot the last couple days. Don’t know how. It’s not like we’ve screwed much recently.”

In all honesty, he didn’t really care about that. He was fine with waiting on you. It was the fact you were keeping something from him that was starting to really get under his skin.

You begin to shake from anger then. “After everything, and that’s still all you think about. Not like I should be surprised. Since we met that’s all you’ve thought with is what’s in your pants.”

He jerks his head in your direction. The two of you hadn’t fought like this in a minute. “Excuse me?”

“You want to get laid? We’re in Vegas. Go pick up some hooker on the strip. You should have enough for it after the other night at the casino, I’m sure.”

He grips the wheel tighter. “The fuck is your problem? Huh? You got somethin’ you want to say to me?”

You look at him and his expression softens when he sees the tears gathering in your eyes. “I’m sorry,” you say, voice breaking, burying your head in your hands.

He unbuckles, reaching over, wrapping his arms around your trembling frame. “Shh. Baby, please tell me what the fuck is going on. Did…did I do something?”

How to say yes and no?

You look up at him then, tears streaming down your cheeks. “I’m late.”

His brows furrow. “Late? Late for wha-”

His face falls, all color draining from it and quickly, leaving him lightheaded. He remains calm, as calm as he can manage—for the moment. “How late?” He asks, deathly serious.

“F-five days.”

“And the latest you’ve ever been is?”

“A day. And rarely, at that.”

He stares at you for a moment, then swerves onto the shoulder, parking, and quickly getting out, slamming the door behind him. “Fuck! Motherfuck! Why does this shit keep happening to me? It’s going great one minute, then it all just turns to shit!”

You turn away from the window then, refusing to listen to anymore as you begin to sob, clutching your stomach. You reach forward, toward the dash, now hyperventilating, trying to catch your breath, your ears ringing.

A moment later, Billy gets back in the car, forcing his way back into traffic. “We’re not going to freak out until you’ve taken a piss test and we know for sure.”

Both of you stand in the family-planning aisle of a CVS, staring at their plethora of a selection of pregnancy tests. Billy reaches forward with a shaking hand, grabbing a two-pack in a pink box.

“Should…do you want this one?” He asks, looking at you.

You shrug, lower lip trembling.

He puts it back, grabbing a blue box next. “This one sounds like it should be fairly accurate. Ninety-eight percent.” He tosses it back onto the shelf. “Why the fuck are there so many? What’s the goddamn difference? I mean, Jesus, it’s like buying condoms. I mean, the things are supposed to be fuckin’ fool-proof, right? Why make shit that leaves you guessing in a situation like this? It’s ridiculous.”

You stay quiet, knowing he’s talking more to himself than he is you.

He picks the blue box back up, grabbing your hand in his other, leading you up front to the register.

Billy tosses the test onto the counter and the older woman behind it eyes up the two of you as she scans the box, telling Billy his total.

You just stare at the floor as he pulls out a bill, telling her to keep the change. Then, “You all have a public restroom?”

Billy waits outside the door as you go, silent tears slipping down your cheeks as you place the cap back on the test and set it on the sink, waiting.

It’s maybe two minutes later before his patience has worn through and he pounds on the door, making you jump. “What’s takin’ so long?”

You walk over, cracking the door open, staring up at him. “It takes fifteen minutes.”

His brows raise. “Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” He barges in, shutting the door behind him. “Why the hell don’t they put that on the goddamn box?”

“They did,” you reply quietly, showing it to him—right on the front. “See?”

He snatches it away from you, staring at it like it’s his own worst enemy, then tossing it in the trash.

He begins to pace back and forth in the small space, hands on his hips. You stand silently against the wall, watching him.

“I can’t believe this is fucking happening. This—coming out here—getting to California. It was supposed to be a new fucking start and now… I’m eighteen-goddamn-years-old. I can’t be a dad yet. I’m not ready. I mean, Jesus, I don’t know that I want kids ever. I can’t stand ‘em now. Annoying little shits. And they’re expensive as hell. Even if you think you’re ready, you’re fuckin’ not. We don’t even have a place to live. What? Am I gonna stick a crib in the fucking backseat of the Camaro? Fuck!”

When he looks at you, his heart drops.

You’re standing against the wall, shaking, tears streaming down your face, biting your lip, both hands clutched over your stomach, your face pale. “I’ll get rid of it,” you whisper.

Then you continue, “Oh God, what’s happening to me? I can’t…I can’t do this alone. What am I supposed to do? How…how am I going to live? What will happen to my baby?” You hang your head, truly sobbing then.

You thought he was going to leave you? Alone? To this?

He steps over, quickly wrapping his arms around you. “I’m sorry. Baby, I’m right here. Sweetheart, look at me.”

He takes your face in his hands. “Angel, I’m not going anywhere. If you are…it’s not like I didn’t play a part in it. You should know by now that I’m in this for the long haul. That you’re it for me. I know you deserve better than me. You always will. But I’ll try my best, alright? To be a good dad. I had a shitty fuckin’ example, but maybe I can learn from his mistakes. I’ll take care of you.”

He presses a palm to your stomach then. “Both of you. We’ll…we’ll get married. I’ll be better than he was. I have to be. You deserve that.”

You blink up at him, speechless. Had…had he just proposed? “You…want to get married?”

He smiles, kissing your forehead. “It’s the right thing to do. But I’m not getting’ down on one knee, if that’s what you’re expecting. Not in this nasty fuckin’ restroom, anyway.”

You glance to the test. “I think it’s been enough time now.”

You walk over to it and fill with relief—joy—when you see the minus sign. You double over the sink, laughing lightly. All that stress and for nothing. Nothing at all. “Oh, thank God!” You laugh some more, feeling like all is right with the world again. “I’m not pregnant. We don’t have to get married now! We can just-”

You stop talking when you turn around and see Billy isn’t nearly as elated as you are. Not even smiling. Nor is he looking at you. Instead, his hands are gripping the metal support beam behind him, eyes trained on the floor.

“I-”

He quickly brushes past you then, wrenching the door open. “Let’s go.”

Once the two of you have returned to the motel, he still hasn’t spoken another word to you. He’d gone in the bathroom, slamming the door behind him, even going so far as to lock as it while he showered.

You’d pressed your ear up against the door, listening, trying to ensure he was okay, but could hear nothing over the sound of water.

So, you’d sat on the edge of the bed, patiently waiting, thinking of how best to apologize for what you’d said. You’d just been so sure that he would be relieved as well. He’d said it himself: that he wasn’t ready for a baby yet. Then you wonder…had it been your comment about marriage that had upset him?

Was…was he ready for that? Were you? But when you think of it: wearing a ring he’s chosen for you, taking his last name, vowing to spend your life next to him—it doesn’t fill you with fear or doubt or unease. It fills you with love. Joy. A feeling of security.

When Billy emerges quite some time later, he tries to hide it, but you see it: his eyes are bloodshot.

Your heart breaks, now knowing what’d taken him so long.

He had been crying.

You pad over to him, wrapping your arms around his middle as he chooses a t-shirt for bed. He doesn’t do that, though—wear pajamas to lie down next to you. And now he suddenly feels the need to shield himself from you?

You press your cheek to his bare back. “Did you mean what you said about getting mar-”

“Just fuckin’ drop it, alright? You’re not knocked up, so now we don’t have to get hitched. Let’s just go to bed.”

“But-”

“Like you’d want to anyway.”

“I do.”

He freezes. Suddenly imagining you saying those words in a different context. He slowly turns back around to you. “What?”

You stand on tiptoes, wrapping your arms around his neck, running your fingers through his damp curls. “I want to if you do.”

He tucks a lock of hair behind your ear. “Really?”

You smile, nodding. “I’m sorry for what I said. I wasn’t thinking. I was just relieved that I wasn’t pregnant. I…I’m already yours in every other way. Why not this one, too? Billy, no one else is ever going to love me the way you have—do. Just like you, I don’t want anyone else. You’re what I want. I can’t imagine having to start over with someone else after…after all of this. The thought of losing you…it was tearing me apart. Having to think of living a life without you in it…”

You trail off for a moment, swallowing the lump that’s forming in your throat. “I’ll marry you.”

His lip twitches and his eyes grow glassy. He then crushes you to his chest, holding you close, cradling the back of your head. “Okay.”

You and Billy are currently browsing through selections of gently-used clothing at a local thrift store, trying to pick out outfits to wear to the Little White Chapel. But every white dress you come across has something wrong with it: holes, tears, rips, yellowing, or it’s just a tad outdated or way too frilly.

Until you find a hanger buried behind numerous other items. As you look the dress over, you begin to smile.

You then wander over to Billy, who’s looking through men’s dress clothes and poke him in the back.

When he turns, a grin forms on his face. He grips the soft material, looking to you. A white babydoll dress, silver sparkles dancing against the overhead fluorescent lights. There’s even a matching veil.

“It kind of smells like mothballs,” you say.

He smirks. “Don’t worry, baby, you won’t be wearing it long.”

Once Billy had picked out a pair of dress slacks that he felt were a tad too tight—until you’d been unable to remove your eyes from his rear, and then he’d said they fit just perfect after all—as well as a white button-up shirt, he’d gone over to the lingerie and gotten lucky when he’d found you a garter.

The two of you then went up and you stood by his side, smiling up at him, as he paid for your purchases, then asked about changing in-store.

Once the two of you emerged from the changing rooms, even he was blushing. So, you’d taken his hand in yours, and headed back out to the car together.

“Can we stop at a pawn shop first?”

He glances to you. “For?”

You reach in the backseat, grabbing a shoulder bag, then pulling your dad’s Rolex out. “I want to trade this. For a ring. For you.”

He nods then, sniffling. “Course, baby.”

“What about that one?”

Billy shakes his head. “It’s fuckin’ hideous.”

You raise a brow. He was worse than a woman when it came to jewelry, apparently.

You squint, looking into the late-night pawn shop’s display case, then kneeling in front of it, practically pressing your face up against the glass. You smile, pointing, looking up to the middle-aged shop-keep behind it. “Can I see that one?”

He nods, unlocking the display from his side, grabbing the ring you’d indicated, handing it to you.

You grab Billy’s left hand, sliding it onto his ring finger. And it’s a perfect fit. A simple gold band.

You stare up at him.

He looks to the man. “Will the Rolex cover this?”

“More than.”

Billy looks back to you. “We’ll take it.”

Once the two of you are sitting in the parking lot of the small chapel, it’s only then that you notice Billy is shaking.

You reach toward him, but he quickly exits the car, making his way around to your side, opening your door.

He doesn’t look at you.

You then reach up, cupping his cheek, taking one of his hands in yours. “Are you okay? We…we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. If you want to wait, I’m okay with that. As long as we’re together- ”

He shakes his head, his hand trembling in yours. “What if…what if I fuck this up? I’ve already done it enough times already. I nearly lost you back in Oklahoma and then again in Texas. What if I turn out to be just like him and I hurt you, or-”

You brush your thumb over his lips, quieting him. “And I always came back. Or you came for me. Billy, neither of us is perfect. No one alive is. But…that’s the point, right? Of falling in love? Loving someone despite their flaws. Or…helping them through them. Not just giving up when things get hard. I know what—who—I want. We’ve both said it: that we belong together.” You press yourself against his chest and he wraps his arms around you, kissing the crown of your head. “So let’s go make it official. No one is ever going to love me like you do.”

He rests his cheek against your veil. “Okay.”

You pull back, looking up at him with hopeful eyes, full of love.

“Let’s go get married.”

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“And do you, Billy Hargrove, take this little lady to be your lawfully wedded bride? To have and hold tender and sweet, to love and cherish, in sickness and in health, for riches—God willin’—or poorer, for better or worse, ‘till death do ya part?”

Being married by an Elvis impersonator was most-certainly going to be a story to remember.

Billy tucks a lock of hair behind your ear, his thumb tracing your jaw line, his other hand holding your right one. “I do.”

He reaches into his pocket, and when he pulls out his hand, a silver ring is held between his thumb and index finger.

Your brows furrow. He’d told you back at the pawn shop that he had your ring already covered, but refused to elaborate on how, until you were standing before one another exchanging vows.

He swallows thickly. “It was my mom’s,” he states, glancing to you, before sliding it onto your finger.

Unshed tears threaten to spill forth on both your parts.

“And do you, lil’ mama—Y/N—take this young stud, to be your hubby? To have and hold tender and sweet, to love and cherish, in sickness and in health, for riches or poorer, for better or worse, ‘till death do ya part?”

Your lip trembles as you stare up, into Billy’s beautiful, warm eyes. “I do.”

You slide the gold band you’d purchased less than half-an-hour ago onto his finger once again.

“Then, by the power vested in me by the great state of Nevada and the Lord Almighty, I do so pronounce you husband and bride. Now, my good man, kiss your lady.”

Billy leans down, cupping the back of your head, and crushing his lips to yours.

A woman who also works at the chapel snaps a few pictures of the two of you kissing, holding one another, and beaming up at each other and at the cheap disposable camera she holds in her hands.

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After the two of you exited the chapel holding hands, laughing, even crying a little, you’d gotten back into the car and Billy had driven you to a bar, insisting on having some form of a reception, even if it was just the two of you. In reality, he deeply wanted to have his first dance with you.

You stand in the middle of the room—the place near-empty; it was a tad dingy and small—waiting for Billy to select a song from the jukebox over in the corner. You know he’s found whatever he’s looking for when a small smile comes across his lips.

He comes back over to you, taking one of your hands in his, leaning his forehead down against yours just as Bob Dylan begins to hum the beginning of Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door, resting his other hand against the small of your back, pulling you in close.

You close your eyes, reaching up, tangling the fingers of your other hand in his hair, swaying back and forth with him to the slow song.

He presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

You open your eyes, tears slipping down your flushed cheeks as you press your lips to his own. “I love you.”

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When the two of you return to the motel, Billy leaves the door to the room open, blaring the song Don’t Stop Believin’ by Journey from the car’s stereo outside, tugging you up on the bed with him and the two of you begin to jump up and down on the mattress, holding onto one another, smiling, laughing, happier than either of you ever thought you could be. Would ever be.

He crushes his lips to yours, holding your face in his hands. He pulls back. “Promise me that you’re mine for forever.”

You wrap your arms around his neck. “Forever.”

[kakashish0e]

Overstimulation || Kakashi x reader

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Note: Hey y'all I'm back! 🤗 I just wanted to apologize for not being so active lately. Still feeling guilty for not posting and not keeping y'all updated. Still can't believe my last post was actually over a year ago!, I promise that I'll upload part 3 of 'first chance; gaara x reader" ASAP! I'm still very much grateful that the series is getting lots of attention lately, Again. I hope i didn't upset anyone for the long wait.

Content warning: NSFW!! Make up sex, Unprotected sex, overstimulation, Use of pet names, Praise kink, Angst, mentions of breakup.

Pairing: Kakashi x fem! Reader

Word count: 2.1k

(Ignore any word errors if you find any or let me know so I can find them and fix it, Thank you and enjoy!!)

"Please Kakashi" You panted out as your grip on the bed sheets tightened. Making your knuckles turn white from the painful pleasure you were receiving from him. Your legs currently shaking from the last orgasm you had not too long ago, the heels of your feet pressing against his lower back. The pleasure was too much, your body felt like it was on fire, you could feel your heart pounding in your chest.

You arched your back when you felt his tip rubbing against your overstimulated sweet spot you loved so much. The last orgasm you had left your body really sensitive, it still somehow left you wondering how much stamina this man had. "Kakashi Stop" Your pleading falling upon deaf ears, he didn't stop, in fact he was do the exact opposite, already picking up the pace when he was told to stop. No words came out of him, the only thing that was leaving his lips were panting and moaning.

He was close to his release and you knew it, his body was giving you all the signals. His grip on your thigh tightened as his thumb went down to your sensitive clit. Rubbing the swollen bud in small fast circles causing your cunt to tense up around him. His body leaned closer to you as his hips lost the rhythm, his body shaked when you felt his dick slightly pulsing inside you, spilling his cum deep inside you for the second time tonight.

A satisfied sigh left his mouth as he was beginning to pull out of you. Cold air blowing against his half-hard dick that was completely covered in your slick. Already missing the warmth of your wet pussy. Kakashi mustering the last of his strength to keep himself from collapsing on top of you. His face moved closer to yours until his lips brushed against yours, the kiss was slow and sensual, the ones you love the most and the ones you've missed. Your hands letting go of the bedsheets and wrapping your arms around his neck and playfully running your fingers through his sweaty silver hair.

His hands curiously moving around different parts of your body, mostly going for the sensitive areas. His fingers gently pinching one of your nipples, already aware of how swollen they've become since he knew he played with them a bit too rough earlier.

His kisses soon moved down to your jawline and began nibbling of the soft flesh of your neck. A soft moan escaped your lips when he licked and sucked on that particular spot on your neck that always sends your nerves tingling. Causing your hips to grind against him to give your needy cunt more friction it craved.

Detaching his lips from your skin with a low pant leaving his mouth when he felt your pussy grinding up against his cock.

He felt his dick grow hard from the sudden movement from your body. He slowly backed up to get a better view of your face, seeing that you looked back with your half lidded eyes. You were exhausted, he knew your limit but he still went ahead and fucked you until it had you begging for him to stop. He knew you had enough but a part of him wondered if you could take another orgasm.

He slowly began to reposition himself closer to your body until his lips met your ear. "Just one more time princess, I'm sure you can take it" He coos as he guides his pink rosey tip over your folds and positions it to your abused hole. Barely pushing past your tight entrance and it already had you whimpering.

"Kashi, I don't think i can" you whined as you felt him pushing himself inside you with ease. Your tight walls stretching out to adjust to his intrusion. Hearing him moan against your ear as his cock entered you completely. His length once again surrounded by your warm pussy. Your eyes fluttering shut as his hips began to rock against your own. Settling a slow and gentle pace, aware of the current state you were in.

You bit your bottom lip trying to suppress a moan when you felt his tip give slow kisses at your cervix.

"Am I hurting you?" Kakashi asked as his pace slowly increased a little. You didn't know what response to give, your walls ached from the overstimulation but nonetheless it did feel good. Still biting back your moan, only a soft whine was all you could manage as you shook your head, signaling him that he wasn't inflicting any pain on you.

He continued his rhythm, only speeding up when he seen you drop your head back down on the pillows and hearing his name leave your lips, his mind was so full of lust and need. He misses you everyday but could never bring himself to tell you, knowing that all this will soon come to an end. He knew he'd be lying to himself if he said that he wasn't feeling guilty about doing this with you. But he just couldn't bring himself to stop all of it, he still loves you and would never want to lose you more than he already did.

Two weeks ago you two had a very nasty fight which lead to the breakup, there's going to be a ninja war coming sooner than he imagined. He lost mostly everyone he ever cared about and he didn't want you to be another grave to visit everyday. Then there was a day when he brought up the topic, explaining how dangerous it would be out there and he wanted you to stay in the village where it was safe, when you refused you soon realized that it wasn't a request, it was an order.

You stood your ground which also lead to an argument, one Kakashi knew he could never take back. He's said some words that hurt you really bad, he called you weak and defenseless, saying that you won't survive a day out there. It struck a nerve, it was your first time hearing him underestimate your abilities as a shinobi. You knew he was scared of losing you but what he said was out of line.

When you initiated that it would be best if you two gave each other some space to let things cool down, you still somehow found yourself tangled in the sheets with the silver haired man every night.

You missed him too, and wanted him to come back to you but not like this. You also knew that this was wrong to do, that this wasn't the way to work things out. Every time he invites himself to your home, you try to stop it before it gets out of hand but yet you still welcome it with a wet cunt.

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When you two finished the last round of the night. You both just sat there in silence, you had a blanket covering your naked form and Kakashi just sat at the edge of your bed, fully clothed and ready to leave. You wanted to tell him what has been bothering you for the last couple of days, hoping that he'd hear you out before disappearing and leaving you to clean yourself up. You've gone through the motions more than you can count, you know what comes next after this.

"I know what you're going through is a lot right now but I just need to know something.." Your nerves acting up as you hesitated for a moment when he turned to look at you. You squeezed the blanket to ease your anxiety before you built the courage to speak again. "Every time you come here, you never at least try to fix our problems. You hardly ever speak a word to me, it hurts me to see that all you come here for is just sex, you never even apologized for what you said to me.."

Tears started to roll down your cheeks, it was becoming a little too overwhelming for you. "Every night you just come here for a quick fuck and then you leave, is that all what I'm worth to you?" Your voice cracked slightly, a sob leaving your lips. Your vision becoming blurry as more tears formed and dripped down on the bedsheets.

He said nothing, just staring at you with a blank expression. He wanted to say something but he feared that he'd say something he'll definitely regret, he didn't want to hurt you more than he already did, especially when your assumption made it clear to him that you think that way about him. He had so much to say but had no way of forming his feelings into words, He wanted to work things out as much as you did but never had the courage to stop this nightly routine you both had started.

"When we argued that night, I was just filled with so much anger and fear. I was scared I'd lose you but then i realized that I already did, this may be a shitty apology but I'm sorry for what i said to you. I never meant to call you any of that, and believe me when I say that there isn't a minute where I haven't thought about apologizing to you." He spoke quietly, his voice still loud enough for you to hear.

"Every night when i go out through that window, I stand there and listen to you cry yourself to sleep, I hate for what I did to you, and just to think that I made things worse by making you assume that all I come here for is just sex, makes me feel like a terrible person." His words echoed in your mind, giving you a little hope that at least something could be salvaged between you two.

He reached out and cupped your cheek, wiping away your dried up tears. "I love you Y/N, I love you so much that it hurts me to see you like this."

"I love you too, Kashi." You said back to him, earning a masked smile. Seeing him smile in general was something you missed, also hearing him say that he loves you was something that you'll never get used to.

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"You should get some sleep, I really pushed you past your limits tonight. I would love it if we speak more about this tomorrow afternoon, as to right now I don't have any missions this week. I want to use this time to fix what I've ruined" He said as he got up from the edge of the bed and leaned in closer to you, a clothed kiss pressed on your forehead.

Once he was about to leave, you quickly got up and grabbed his sleeve. Causing him to turn around to look at you, "It's really late, I'd like it a lot if you stayed with me tonight." You spoke softly to him, hoping he'd agree to spend the night with you. Why would he ever refuse such an offer?

He willingly accepted, pulling down his mask for a kiss, his arms wrapped around your waist. Attempting to keep you as close as possible now that he knows he has a chance to work things out with you. Something he should have done from the beginning instead of insulting you and guilt tripping you into staying in the village.

He just felt like he didn't deserve the second chance he was given, not after what he had done to you. He just loves and hates how forgiving you are, one of the many reasons he fell in love with you. He's so selfish trying to keep you to himself, even when you two 'broke up' he wanted to remind you that you still belonged to him and him only.

A smile formed on your face, inviting him back into your bed. Pulling him into the covers where his body laid on top of yours, his head resting on your chest, his arms hugging your back. His eyes scanning your facial features, seeing nothing but that beautiful smile he always loves. Sometimes he wonders how he ended up with a kind and beautiful woman like you, to him it felt like he did nothing to deserve it.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, trying to keep him as close as possible, until you felt your eyelids grow heavy. Exhaustion fully taken over, your heart still pounded in your chest to the full realization that you gotten Kakashi back, you smiled to yourself as your fingers raked through his messy silver locks.

You whispered a goodnight to him but never heard a response, just hearing silence in your room but soon was filled by light snoring coming from Kakashi. You slightly chuckled to the fact that he fell asleep first when he's usually the one to always stay up, soon your eyes closed, falling asleep too. Yet thoughts of Kakashi still pulsed through your mind, how lucky you are to have him in your life.

♛ Another reminder that I'm currently working on part three for gaara x reader, again. Sorry for the long wait 🥺.

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— SANZU! ♥︎ “you’re makin’ me a boy with luv.”

platinum hair falls onto your pillow as sanzu stretches. you watch from your vanity, lips pulling into a small smile as he sighs. his phone chimes - a frown scrunches his face immediately.

"what's with the frown, hm? your friends are waiting for you."

"would rather be here," sanzu grumbles. he stands, chin settling on your shoulder as he stands behind the chair you're on. he lets out a groan, "would rather be anywhere else."

"san-" pearlescent eyes meet yours in the mirror, glaring into view. you digress, "haru. go be with your friends."

he lets out another loud, long groan that vibrates against your back. "whatever. i'll be back soon."

"and i'll be waiting!" you brush your lips against the top of his head. sanzu straightens up at the touch, pushing his face closer to you, for a better, proper kiss. you pepper his face with love, watching as his mouth curled up happily. "go have fun."

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— HiNATA! ♥︎ “you’ve got the best of me!”

you couldn't lie. not like this - not to her. hinata trembles as she stands in front of you, clementine eyes watery and swollen. the letter in her hand is ripped - torn to shreds by your own hand.

it shakes as she holds it - so tightly that her knuckles have changed colors. she sniffs, "you're not going."

it's not a question - it's something you both already know. you sigh, hiding your exhaustion and hoping she takes it for something else. "i told you i wouldn't get in."

"then i'm staying."

"hina-"

"we promised." her hands shake along with her voice this time. "we're supposed to go to the same school. same dorm. same- everything!"

hinata sucks in a deep breath, centering herself as she closes her eyes. she looks at you again, "you're staying, i'm staying."

your own lip starts to tremble as you look away from her. "i can't ask you to ruin your life for me."

"it's not ruined," her hand clenches yours now. "not when it's spent with you."

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— HAKKAi! ♥︎ “why are you shaking up my heart?”

yuzuha twirls her hair into a ponytail as she lets out a huff. you sneak a look at her homework - she's just as confused as you. her eyes roll to the ceiling before she speaks over her shoulder. "is there something you need?"

you turn, seeing half of hakkai. he squeaks once your eyes land on him, the rest of his body hiding behind the wall. you hold in a giggle, sending a wave his way instead. "hi, hakkai!"

"don't encourage him." yuzuha mumbles. there's shuffling, then mutters before hakkai is back in sight. his cheeks to his ears are a bright, rosy pink.

he clears his throat a few times. "for... for you. snacks." hakkai's voice is tender, quiet as he speaks. a few bags are placed in front of you, various flavors and treats being presented. hakkai lingers, gulping before he rushes off.

yuzuha narrows her eyes at the new treats, "aren't these all your favorites?"

"um," you double check them. they are your favorites. you bite your lip, "i don't think so! you like this one, right?"

seemingly distracted, she shuffles through the snacks one more time. you sneak a look to the other side of the room where hakkai has hidden in the doorway once again. you send him a smile, watching as he visibly tenses, face turning completely red now.

you let the grin linger, turning and grabbing something sweet from the pile.

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— DRAKEN! ♥︎ “mold a pretty lie for you.”

"what a day!" draken flops onto the couch with a heavy sigh. you bite your cheek, hiding your bitten and torn nails from his view. he looks your way, "i thought they'd never let me leave the shop."

"really?' your voice sounds warbled and tired - aching. you clear your throat, passing your steaming, half-drunk tea his way. "what happened?"

draken begins, speaking of picky customers ; unhelpful coworkers ; anything and everything above. you try your best to listen - try to swallow and gulp down your own bad day to showcase his.

you always admired his storytelling before. believed it would show emotions he usually hid - gestures he usually wouldn't do. but, now - today - every move draken made hurt.

he wouldn't notice your own distress ; wouldn't notice how overwhelmed you were. at no one's fault but your own. prioritizing others - making sure you and your feelings were pushed aside - it was something you were used to.

a bad habit you wouldn't ever change.

the mug was now empty - draken had finished his recollection minutes ago. he was watching you now - how you blankly stared, but continued to nod your head along to words no one was saying.

a hand settles on your knee. "doll," draken's voice is gentle, "talk to me."

your bottom lip wobbles and the dam bursts.

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— EMMA! ♥︎ “for a better day, because we are together.”

she giggles as you brush a pretty, shimmery pigment over her eyelids. your own grin settles on your lips, though you try to scold her anyways. "emma! sit still!"

"it tickles," she whines. blinking her eyes open, the blond makes sure to pout as dramatically as she can. "and you're taking forever."

you mock her silently, brushing blush onto her cheeks now. "blah, blah, blah. i'm almost done."

true to your word, you're finished with her impromptu makeover moments later. emma smacks her lips together, fluffing her hair as she looks in the mirror.

"this color is nice," she speaks up. patting her cheeks in satisfaction, she nods to herself. "i need to use it more often."

"you look wonderful - you're welcome." emma sticks her tongue out at you before turning back to the mirror. "my turn now?"

"your turn?" emma blinks. you nod slowly, tilting your head. "aren't you already wearing makeup?"

shaking your head, you have no time to speak before emma is sitting on the bed in front of you. her eyes are wide as she sits on her knees, towering above you. "no way!"

emma lets out a breath that sounds like a sigh as she holds your face between her hands. "you're so pretty. that's so unfair. you- you're-" she lets out another sigh.

her hands fall down insync with her head falling to your shoulder. "how unfair. you're so unfair."

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His Flower | KTH

Pairing: Yandere! Vampire! Taehyung x Fem! Reader

Summary: You thought you had met your soulmate in the most cute and cliché way you could possible could. But when Taehyung revealed his true identity to you, he did something you couldn't forgive him for. But that didn't stop him from making you stay with him forever.

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Hello, everyone! I really hope you will like this small and dark drabble. I'll be posting more content soon, promise! Let me know what you thought of this in the comments, please!

*A/N: I don't own Taehyung's picture on the banner. Credits to the author. I only used it for the banner, that's all.

**A/N: If you'd like to be tagged in my next post, let me know! I will create separate taglists as I post more things in here.

Warnings: yandere! taehyung, angst, manipulation, possessiveness, kidnapping, marking (?), blood, biting (obviously), forced stay, fear, more angst, let me know if I missed anything!

*I do not condone the activities done in this fic to be done in real life nor do I think any of the members would ever do something like this. This is a work of fiction and does not, at any point, have to do with any person in real life, this is just for fun.

Likes, comments & reblogs are really appreciated!!!

Your gaze was locked on the little snowflakes that fell from the dark sky. Your arms were wrapped around yourself, trying to keep the cold away as your eyes were lost in the distance, mind already gone back with memories of your past.

A shiver travelled down your spine when you heard the sound of footsteps approaching from the hallway. You knew it couldn't be good. You hadn't felt at ease with him in the same room as you since you arrived at this place.

His home.

"Flower, you've been here all day. Join me for dinner."

You knew he was standing close to the entrance way as his voice didn't sound as close as you expected it to be. You didn't turn around, not wanting to have this conversation, not wanting to speak with him. The man who had selfishly taken you for his own pleasures. The man who kept you trapped, chained to him.

"I'm not hungry."

Was your answer. Voice flat and your eyes remained locked on the falling snowflakes.

At least they are free.

You heard him sigh deeply only for then for him to approach you. You felt him. Felt his gaze trained on your body, his aura surrounding your soul, his scent invading your senses. Like before, where you even brought him a nice perfume.

Don't go there.

You thought. Eyes glossy with the remnants of your memories that now seemed to be so far away from your reach. As if they happened years ago. Perhaps they were.

"You haven't eaten at all today."

"Yet I still am not hungry."

He sighed again. His red eyes running all over your features, trying to decipher your thoughts. As if that was something his kind could do.

"Don't be so stubborn, you need to eat. You live here so that I can take care of you."

Those words were the snapping cord for you. Did he really think you were doing him a favour? Did he think you were here by choice? that you were enjoying it?

"Because you took me here and won't let me go. That's why I'm living here. I never wanted this, Taehyung!"

You raised your voice with the last sentence. He was getting on your nerves. The little spark of chemistry that was going on between you both was extinguished by him when he took you. Stole you from your life.

(e/c) met red in a dancing storm of emotions as you turned to look at him. You saw his gaze changed from his sickening care to a swirling storm of anger, desperation and rage.

"I did it to protect you! To protect us! You know, (y/n), you know better than anyone that to society we are monsters. I am a monster."

Tears began gathering in your eyes. But they weren't because you were sad. They were because of your anger. Of your hate.

"That's not true. And even if it was, you didn't have to trick me like you did. You didn't have to lie to me."

Taehyung let out a dry chuckle, his red irises roaming around the large library before they returned to look at you.

"I was starting to like you, Tae. To really like you."

The nickname flew out of your lips so naturally that it almost gave him a spark of hope. His heart skipped a beat, you hadn't called him "Tae" in a long time. Not since he took you and revealed his true identity. Revealed his secret. His nature to you.

It seemed to have passed ages ago when you met for the first time in that small library where you tried to reach a book on a higher shelf and he had grabbed it for you. Placing it in your hands with a warm smile.

What happened next between the two of you was a muddy concoction of memories and emotions. Of smiles and shared experiences. Of cute dates and future places. You even got to the point of thinking that perhaps he was the one for you.

"Don't you like me anymore?"

His question brought you back from your thoughts. From your sweet memories and your naïve past self who had fallen into his trap without resistance at all.

You looked at him with a straight face. No emotion at all marked your beautiful features as you stared at him with empty eyes.

"I hate you."

Taehyung felt as if someone had stabbed him in the heart. Even a stab wound would have hurt less than your words. Has he not shown you how much you mean to him? Had he not been there for you? Cared for you? Loved you enough?

"I hate you with every ounce of me."

His eyes closed, jaw clenching as the venom of your words dripped into his wounded heart.

"You don't mean that. You are just angry. You are being ungrateful, (y/n)!"

You scoffed, taking a step back. The tears in your eyes began rolling down your cheeks in utter desperation.

"Ungrateful?! I can't leave this place, Taehyung! You are forcing me to be here! You don't have the slightest idea of how much my freedom meant to me and you just took it. I don't belong to you, I don't belong to anyone. So yes, I am angry. I hate you with all my being but don't you dare call me ungrateful for something you took from me!"

You didn't leave room for any more discussions as you turned around and left the large library, going back to the room that Taehyung assigned to you in his mansion. The room you were going to have to call home sooner or later.

Taehyung watched you go. His heart twisted with the remnants of your words yet his mind was proud of himself for taking you, keeping you and protecting you. Even if you didn't see it that way.

In his perspective, you just didn't understand how he and you wouldn't be able to be together where society saw his kind in a lower level.

But he didn't ask for it. He never was given the option of becoming what he was now. How people would refer to him as a vampire. He never wanted to become a monster and even less in your eyes.

He was keeping you safe in a place where you both would be able to be together and happy.

You just couldn't see it that way.

To you, he had taken you, kidnapped you out of selfishness. You didn't care what he was. To you, the uneasiness he felt when he revealed his true persona to you was strange. You didn't care. You wouldn't have cared if he hadn't been selfish, if he had thought about how to solve it out instead of acting on impulse.

That was how you found yourself there. In his big and beautiful mansion. You became an item of decoration to him. A gem he had to preserve. A rose he had to garden. His flower.

You didn't go downstairs for dinner. Taehyung didn't see you again that evening. Now, it was dark outside. A snowstorm racked through the beautiful gardens of his mansion yet inside it was quiet. Only the cracking of the fireplace in the dining hall could be heard, where the handsome vampire sat at the end of the large table, a glass of wine in his hand.

Taehyung knew there wasn't a way he'd be able to convince you that what he did was the right thing. Your mind has been corrupted by society. Or so he thought. There was only one way you wouldn't try to escape from him, run away from his protection and love.

It was the only way to keep you safe.

To keep you with him.

"I'm doing it for you, flower."

Those whispered words got carried by the wind as he set the glass down and stood up, walking towards your bedroom as his shadow enlarged into one of the walls as he stepped further and further into the darkness of the mansion.

His steps were precise. His red eyes looked forward. His jaw clenched. The door to your room opened without a noise. Taehyung was able to walk around your bed until he stood next to your lying position on the comfortable mattress.

The moonlight illuminated his crimson irises as he watched you sleep. A primal instinct setting at the bottom of his chest. Sitting down next to you on the bed, his eyes roamed all over your figure. His large hand caresses your cheek softly as his fangs reveal themselves with his murmured words.

"You will understand why I'm doing this, flower of mine. It is the only way."

The quiet murmur of his deep voice resonated along the tall walls of your room. Taehyung looked down on your exposed neck and before he could think it twice, he bent down to you. The sweet smell of your skin invaded his senses, pupils dilating as his pulse accelerated.

He sunk his fangs in the delicate skin of your neck, the taste of your blood was even better than what he had fantasised about. He became addicted. Addicted to you.

The pain increased and you woke up. Pushing with all your strength at his shoulders as whimpers left your lips.

"Please, don't. Stop it."

But your cries of desperation fell on deaf ears. He continued to suck your blood while his own poison got into your system and travelled through your veins. You were going to become like him. An eternal being forced to live on this earth. Forever.

By his side.

In that moment, you knew you were never going to escape him. You were chained to him now in a different way. Tangled in a web of time. You became his in that exact moment. His love. His to keep.

Taehyung knew it was the only way of keeping you by his side. You would learn to love him. Learn to live the way he had for centuries. And he was willing to wait for your heart to accept him. He had lived in a dark emptiness for so long, he could endure it again with the promise of your love and devotion as the final reward.

You were his. In more ways than before. Bounded by a created fate in an eternal timeline traced with blood.

You became more to him than he had ever wished. And as the sweet taste of your blood invaded his mouth, he promised to keep you with him. To keep you safe as you were, and would always be, his precious flower to protect in an eternity tainted in crimson blood.

May 20/2023

~Masterlist

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𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀

Mason Mount x reader

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: A soft evening at Christmas times with Mason

Warnings: Fluff! Like sickly sweet, almost annoyed myself whilst writing it

Notes: Just a lil Christmas imagine ❤ Not been writing a lot recently because there has been a lot now before holidays. Also Merry Christmas to all who celebrate! It's not the best but I wanted to post something so I tried to do something easy. Maybe a lil cheesy but anyway🤫

"What do you wanna do?" he questioned, head tilted back to look at you as you stood behind the sofa he was sat on. Your hands resting on either side of his head as you smiled down at him.

"I don't know, what do you wanna do?" you hummed.

Mason huffed at your returned question furrowing his eyebrows at you

"I asked you so you choose"

"Mason" you laughed, threading your hands through his hair, his frown turning into a content smile as you did, nails gently scratching over his skull.

"Well okay then" you huffed jokingly, tugging a little on his hair

"What about going to the store to buy snacks, order pizza and watch Christmas movies?" you hummed, mirroring his adoring smile that lit up his face at the suggestion.

It was already fairly late, Mason had been on an evening training, the last before three days of Christmas break until the prem started again.

"Sounds lovely" he beamed, quickly standing up to get ready.

You'd decided to walk since he lived really close to the store and it felt better than taking the car. Walking hand in hand as he filled you in on the latest gossip in the team, talking about Kai and Sophia who wanted to meet up and a recent call with Timo and before you knew it you were in the store, Mason hooking onto a basket whilst holding your hand tight in the other.

He usually never shopped himself, rarely had anything bought but since you and him had started to date and you'd spent more and more time at his place you'd required some stuff for the fridge, rather cooking in than ordering out.

"No please no, we always have gummy bears" Mason groaned making you pout as you flashed him the huge bag you'd found. "But I want them" you whined, blinking up at him as innocently as you could.

"I want something else" he grunted stubbornly, your eyes rolled, throwing the big bag in the basket on Mason's arm which made him whine in response.

"Just pick up whatever you want too, I want more anyways stop being whiny" you huffed, flicking his forehead with your forefinger and even though he tried to hide his smile with a fake frown the smile soon broke out on his face regardless making you snicker.

"Sod off"

Laughter spilled out of you at his childish pout. "Awh poor baby, do you need to pay for an extra bag of candy?" you mocked, squeezing the material of his hoodie "What, why am I paying for your disgusting candies"

"Because I don't have my wallet" you deadpanned, his face gaining a fake sour look.

"I'll pay for pizza" you quickly promised, kissing his cheek lovingly but he only chuckled, wrapping his arm around your waist, kissing the side of your head "No you wont, I think I can handle it"

"Shut up and let me pay for pizza or I won't get my disgusting candies" you halfheartedly threatened, knowing that he would never let you put the bag back now. Your words caused his eyes to roll. "My gosh, fine" he muttered but you knew he would still put up a fight when the moment was in to pay but you had at least won the fight for the moment.

You searched the candy isles, Mason picking up crisps and two more bags of candy before making your way to the register.

"Oooh look they have polka" you gushed, your eyes widened as you eyed the candy "Oh and Mint chocolate"

You were too distracted eyeing the candy to notice Mason looking at you in complete adoration, a loving smile on his face as you walked closer to the shelf.

"Alright, are we done?" You mumbled after letting the candy go with your eyes, turning to Mason who nodded "You not gonna get any?"

"Nah I already got my candy" you smiled, patting his shoulder as you walked to the drinks, picking out two Christmas beers and Christmas soda not noticing Mason taking one of each of the candy into the basket.

When you walked out of the store it was snowing, big flakes wirling around in the darkness.

You walked in silence for a while, just observing the beautiful surroundings, pointing out stuff to each other.

When you'd made your way up the hill and outside the house you dropped your bags stepping out in the snow of the garden.

"What are you doing?" Mason laughed as he looked at you, standing with your face bent up towards the sky, tongue poking out "I'm trying to catch the snowflakes" you exclaimed like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh wow, of course" Mason snickered ironically, following your example, sticking his tongue out towards the sky.

"I caught one!" he cheered, showing you the small flake on his tongue before it melted away. You laughed with him as you straightened up, turning to face him with a bright smile on your face

His smile reflected in his eyes, hands wrapping around your body as he brought you closer to him

"I love you" you hummed, staring into his brown warm eyes.

His lips meet yours sweetly and lovingly, no rush and no passionate heat just pure love and intimacy making your whole body melt despite the cold that sippered through the wetness in your jumper.

"I love you" he mumbled as you let go for a second, lips still brushing the others. "But you're shaking, should we go inside?" he grinned a pout making it's up to your face

"Fine but only because I'm freezing cold" you gave in, feeling the coldness get to you

"but first I wanna make snow-angles" you beamed, Mason laughed but laid down next to you in the snow as you started to create an angel print in the snow before rushing up. Shaking by the cold and you both quickly picked up your shopping bags before laughing running into the house.

After a relaxing hot shower together you got changed, stealing one of Mason's many hoodies and your warm sweats plus fluffy socks. When you walked downstairs Mason was already in the kitchen sweatpants and hoodie on while he worked on your evening snacks. Hot cocoa on the stove and in the making of pouring all of your now many snacks into bowls.

"Ah there you are" Mason smiled, looking over his shoulder as you sauntered into the kitchen, wrapping your arms around his waist, looking under his arm to watch what he was doing.

"What, when did you take that candy?" you giggled as you saw the chocolate and polka you had eyes before, grinning up at your boyfriend who feigned innocent.

"I don't know, they must've just... jumped into the basket"

"I love you" you laughed, pecking his chin and the skin you could reach from the awkward position.

"I already ordered Pizza, I ordered the regular hope that was okay" he smiled, kissing the top of your head before you stepped away slightly. "Mason" you whined, pinching his side stubbornly

"What?!" He exclaimed, jumping further from you "I was supposed to pay!"

"Oh yeah, sorry I forgot" he mused but his smile said something else. "You always say that and it's always a lie"

"I don't see the big deal honey, I pay, I have money and you can spend your money on something better"

You let out a huff off annoyance but you couldn't be too annoyed at him when he looked at you the way he did. "Fine but I will pay some day!" you declared as he laughed, walking to gather the pizzas. "Sure you will love"

You settled in the couch, resting alongside Mason, cuddled up under one of your massive blankets.

"What movie do you wanna watch?" you asked him but he only shrugged "I don't know"

"Love actually or the Polarexpress" you decided making him chuckle pouting his lips in a thinking manner

"What about both?"

You beamed up at him, settling on to begin with Love Actually since it was on the front page. One of his arms was around you, holding you close whilst the other one was used to shovel pizza and candy into his mouth.

It felt nice to just be cuddled up, chatting alongside the movie and just enjoying a very calm and still night in. Mason couldn't tell the last time he'd had such a calm nice night. If he didn't travel, have games or late training he was obliged to visit family or go out with friends, times like these were rare and maybe that's why you both were so grateful for it.

[lemotmo]

Hey everyone!

Okay, here's the run down of what happened. I figured out (thanks to a mutual) that one of the anon OP's posts was posted on Twitter and they linked my Tumblr account to it. They did it to be polite as they just wanted to cite the source of the post, but that attracted some unwanted visitors to my blog and my ask box.

I asked the Twitter accounts to remove the link to my blog, so people wouldn't follow it here. They very graciously removed it and I can already see a huge difference in my ask box. So that's good.

I'm also going to add a big disclaimer to each OP post in the future, telling people to not post my things on Twitter. Twitter is very different from Tumblr in so many ways. I just like it better here.

I wanted to say thank you to all the people that sent me those kind messages through my ask box and in my DMs. I was a bit overwhelmed by all the love you sent me. I won't reply to each message in my ask box seperately, but know that I read it all and that it is really appreciated.

I've also gotten a few asks reacting to the post that I made this morning about both fandoms. I'm not going to respond to those posts right now, because I fear it might stir up some things again and everything is just settling down right now. Maybe I'll get back to those posts some day, but not any time soon.

To the anon that sent me an ask with a question about a specific detail the anon OP talked about in her posts: I can't answer it. I am not the one writing those posts, so I don't have all the details.

The Nonnies that so kindly sent me the anon OP's messages, sent me a message earlier whether or not I still wanted to continue posting. I told them 'yes, of course.' I will keep posting the anon OP asks, because they are very interesting to get some insight into the intricacies of a fandom's inner workings and just overall to understand how these TV-shows work.

That's the whole reason why I post these asks in the first place. They are interesting posts. Most of the time I agree with them, but once in a while I disagree with the OP. And that's okay too. Having an opinion and talking about it is okay.

Now, that being said, I am taking a little break from posting the OP's messages for a few days to get my inner balance back and hopefully some of these people will forget I exist and leave my ask box alone. I blocked all of them, so it should be okay.

But right now I'm quite angry and I need to cool down for a while. Don't worry, I won't be too long. In the mean time I will just keep on answering asks and posting fandom things.

When things have cooled down a little, I will resume posting the OP's posts. Sorry that you might have to wait for a few days. Won't be too long. I promise.

Now let's get back to fandom business. :) I can't wait for the cast to start posting their bts shenanigans again. I'm so ready for some new content. Also, that Ryan podcast that is coming up? I'm very curious what that is going to be about. Does anyone know when that podcast is supposed to drop?

[superineffable]

let me yap for a bit. i'm tired but have thoughts so i'm gonna let it out here.

i've been a member of dropout for only 5 months so far (been a fan longer but decided to buy a membership as a birthday gift to myself 💙 best gift ever) and i knew i wanted to get into d20 because i keep seeing out of context clips for it and i find them so funny even though i've never had any interest in dnd or any ttrpg content. so i started watching fantasy high because it was the first released season for d20 and because junior year was being posted/teased at the time. my thoughts were that by the time i finish the two seasons of fantasy high i could get to junior high in time for the finale. unfortunately, i did not expect to have my attention span challenged 💀

i loveee the characters (gorgug is so beloved to me) and i love the stories and the quests but sometimes the lore takes a serious turn for way too long than i can pay attention for and i zone out, so i'll be honest, there are parts of the story that i only piece together by context clues. but i enjoyed s1! and i'm still at s2. it's a bit harder to get through because there aren't any of the props or editing they had back then and it's a full livestream so i'm taking longer than i expected to get through the episodes. but i'm liking the story (though there are still some moments where i don't pay attention haha)

anyway! that really ruined my plan to watch junior high around the same time everyone else was watching it. prior to realizing junior year was ongoing, my plan was to watch the d20 shows in order of release, but, evidently, that isn't possible! i cannot pay attention despite wanting to 😭

i decided i'll finish fantasy high on my own time, put all the other d20 shows on hold because i cannot handle them together (i promise you, i don't think i fully understand the mechanics of the game yet). then watch one of the following once im done with junior year: dungeons and drag queen (cause i saw that clip of twyla and her thinking she's invisible), mentopolis (first d20 ep i watched when it was one free ep + i liked that clip of alex's character selling newspaper to a pretty aggressive man), starstruck odyssey (cause it sounds so cool), or a crown of candy (probably my first choice of the list, genuinely what i think would be my favorite based from clips i've seen of d20)

so tell me why d20 decided to do an action based story during a time in my life when i'm binging through action movies for no reason other than i felt like watching actions movies?! i had gone through the realization i didn't enjoy action movies as much if there's no comedy in it, so they really made sure to make an action comedy themed d20 show for me to enjoy (though i know brennan made it for izzy which makes this 100000x better). when i saw the trailer i kinda lost my mind, which was so weird because i genuinely haven't kept up with d20 shows except when i figured out which one was best to watch. then i made the decision to watch the first ep when it came out and i laughed so much 😭 it was the first d20 ep where i was genuinely devastated i finished an episode because it hit me that there isn't a next one until the next week. and then i was again devastated because it was only going to run for a couple of episodes 😭😭

but i am soooo obsessed with nsbu! paula is my everything and izzy plays her so wonderfully i am laughing as much as all the players when i'm listening to the show which is not good since i listen at work 😃 there's still very tiny moments where i get lost but i get swept up in the action again and it's soooo fcking cool and funny and i love all the characters so much oh my god im so happy there's another episode soon sjfhwknskks this really ruined my plans to watch everything in order, but i cannot hate it. i love this show so much.

i'm still watching sophomore year in between! almost donee !!! because i'm watching ally playing on nsbu & sophomore year at the same time, i really get the comments that are amused about the irony of ally being the one to keep the table on track. (actually wanted to watch d20 shows in order of release because i liked seeing someone's growth in learning a skill and wanted to see ally slowly get better at playing, but this is real good too.)

ok this went on too long i am Exhausted now. i really just wanted to say how much i love nsbu and that it's given me a whole new appreciation for d20 & other ttrpg (even though i think they mentioned they've done something different mechanics-wise)! if there's anyone who also wants to enjoy this veryyy long shows but get lost in the deep lore or the serious moments sometimes pls give nsbu a try because this is one of the most fun things i've watched in a while 💛

edit: also very cute i'm watching d20 live and they keep saying "when you're here, you're family" and i keep hearing nsbu saying "la familia" in my head

[spider-ghoul]

The Pain of losing him (Pt. 1?/Intro)

Summery: After Luke left, his girlfriend is alone to find herself. And as the years pass by, the girl with pretty hair becomes the Son of death.

FYI: This is part one of a fic I'm also posting on Ao3 and this is gonna serve as a background for the actual story (starting in chapter two) I'll be posting soon.

Sorry if this is bad lmao

No major content warning xx

~~~~~~~~~

When Luke Castellan was 19, he left. It was only three weeks after his birthday, the last week of july. He tried to take me with him, he really did. At night, as I toss and turn in my sheets, I can still hear his sweet voice filled with venom. 

“Darling, Please. Whoever Your Dad is still hasn't claimed you? Don't you think we could-” 

“Stop it luke. You’re crazy. I’m getting Chiron-” 

“Y/N, Darling, don’t.” 

And as i broke into a run, Something stung my ankle. When I woke up in the medic cabin hours later, he was gone. And a uncouncus Percy Jackson was beside me, his body turning in his unwanted sleep. 

I was fifteen then. My own birthday was coming up. I spent it at camp Half-blood without luke. Without knowing who my godly parent was. The Hermes cabin wasn’t the same without Luke, but I couldn’t leave camp. I attracted monsters like flies to honey. I didn’t know what else to do. I spent my nights in Luke's empty bed, any of the Hermes kids could have tried to take it from me. They didn’t. They missed the ghost of their brother just as much as I missed the ghost of my boyfriend. 

I was sixteen, when I went with the son of Poseidon to receive the golden fleece. It was supposed to be me, Percy, and Annabeth. And grover, after we rescued him. Clarisse tagged along. I hadn’t spoken to her, not since Luke. Believe it or not, they were friends. Despite the bickering and arguing, they were close. 

Talking to her again made it impossible to not think of him. 

Then, there were the sirens. Despite my better judgment, I tied myself up with Annabeth to hear their song. The first thing I saw was Luke. Then I saw myself. The scrawny girl was long gone. In her place, a boy. A boy with dark hair and eyes that matched mine. He looked like the boys in my old pinterest boards, in the stories with the morally gray characters. He looked like me. 

When Percy freed me from the ropes, and received Annabeth from the deep, which was horrifying. I asked Annabeth for her dagger. They were both horrified as the hair fell over the side of the boat, but as I ran my hand through my new hair, I smiled. 

When I went back to camp with Grover and the golden fleece, I went back to the Hermes cabin. And I still slept in his bed, but I felt so much better because not only was I a different person, I was myself. I talked to Chiron, and got a proper chest binder and then everyone knew I was a boy. 

I was still sixteen when My hair went from blonde, to brown, then to an inky black. The change in my hair was something I didn’t know how to feel about it. But it looked like me. And then, when I woke up from the nightmares of Luke, and I went outside to escape the restraints of his cabin, the grass died under my feet. I didn’t tell anyone. 

Percy Jackson was fourteen when his mom drove Grover, Thalia, Annabeth, Percy, and I to a boarding school. Me and Thalia had become quick friends and her anger towards Luke made me feel so, so much better. 

That was when I met two kids with the same dark eyes as me. I felt some uncanny urge to protect them. When the quest was put forward, I wanted to go. I didn’t. Not until a disheveled looking Percy Jackson found me that night. 

Percy promised Nico something that I didn’t quite hear. 

Percy Jackson Held up the sky. So did Annabeth Chase. And so did I. 

The cosmos weighed nothing compared to having to tell that little boy his sister was dead. I held his hand, and he said it, not to me, but to percy. 

“Where’s my sister?” 

I hugged him tightly as Percy handed him the last thing his sister wanted him to have. And the ground split open underneath me. 

As Nico ran, the dark blur over my head told both me, and Percy Jackson about my father.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Love is all you knead

Pairing ⇒ Bakery Owner!Boyfriend!Tony Stark x Employee!Girlfriend!Fem!Reader

Word count ⇒ 3.5K

Summary ⇒ Today is the first day you'll be staying over at Tony's house, and he plans to make it a night you'll never forget. It all goes differently than you expected because when you meet his housemate, your attention is completely focused on him as soon as you arrive. Nevertheless, Tony will ensure you'll have a wonderful first night at his house; he'll go above and beyond to do exactly that.

Rating ⇒ Explicit (E)

Warnings ⇒ Established relationship, unspecified age gap, use of pet name (Peach), reference to social anxiety, reference to animal abandonment & rescuing

Smut ⇒ Dirty talk, daddy kink, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, oral (M receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), squirting

A/n ⇒ This one-shot is written to fill day 18 of my Fluffcember 2023 Challenge. It's proofread, melted, and drooled over by @ccbsrmsf1, for which I cannot thank you enough! I love you 🩵

A/n 2.0 ⇒ My requests are open again! Please consider that I only have 24 hours in my day, so it might take a while to get the new requests posted, but I expect to post them around February/March. I'll be looking forward to what you will all come up with, and I can't wait to start writing requests again 🩵

Events Masterlist ⇒ @buckys-wintersoldier ⇒ ''You're so cute, you know that?''

Banners: @vase-of-lilies ⇒ Divider: @firefly-graphics ⇒ GIF: @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist ⇒ Tony Stark Masterlist ⇒ AU Masterlist

Today's promising to be a beautiful winter day as you're getting ready to go and visit Tony, your boyfriend, at his house. Your outfit is lying on your bed, ready to slip into after your shower. You and Tony have the day off today, so he promised to make dinner for you. Not only is he a fantastic baker, but he is also a hero in the kitchen.

Your overnight bag is also ready to go, and you decided to bring a nice bottle of red wine to pair with dinner since he offered to make your favorite seafood pasta. It doesn't take long for you to be dressed and ready to head to his house, but the nerves are settling in slightly.

Not only will it be your first time staying over at his place, but it'll also be your first time meeting his housemate, making you much more nervous and anxious. Something you've struggled with a lot is social anxiety. Still, ever since you started working in Tony's bakery, you have become a lot better at navigating social interactions and being around people you don't know.

Right now, however, it is back in full force. Though you decide not to let it hold you back, you will have Tony by your side the entire time. In the meantime, Tony is conversing with his 'housemate,' his cat named Oliver.

''Are you excited, Buddy? It won't be just you and me tonight,'' Tony says as he's leaning against the counter, Oliver lying in his arms with his belly up as Tony scratches his soft belly. He happily purrs away while Tony keeps talking, just enjoying the attention he's getting.

''Yeah, Peach is finally coming over. Remember? I told you about her after our first night together! God, I'm so lucky to call her my girlfriend... And in the future, we will ask her to be your Mommy; how does that sound?'' he says with a content sigh when his phone gives him the notification of your message.

Peach 🍑 >> I'm just leaving now. I'll be there in 45 minutes ❤️

He quickly responds that he can't wait to see you, and after giving Oliver a few more scratches, Tony brings him to his cat tree, where he can nap as Tony finishes the sauce since it will have to simmer for a few hours.

Before he can even turn around, Oliver is already curled up into a little ball as he lets sleep take him over, and Tony can't help but chuckle at the actions of his little feline companion.

After the sauce is finished, he tidies up the last bits here and there before he hears the doorbell ring, notifying him of your arrival. During the car ride, you could feel your anxiety rising, but as soon as the door swings open, every last doubt or nervousness melts away.

''Hi, Peach,'' Tony says before grabbing your hand and pulling you inside with a warm smile, letting you put your overnight bag on the floor before his hands capture your face, reuniting his lips with yours. His plump, soft lips are a stark contrast to his rough, calloused hands holding your face, and you can't help but clench slightly to give a little relief.

''You look beautiful today,'' he whispers as he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours as you both catch your breaths from the kiss. His deep, dark brown eyes are focused on yours, making it feel like your skin is on fire. After one more soft kiss, you pull away, ready to be let into his home.

He grabs your hand before leading you into the house, showing you every room, though you don't see much of it as you mostly have eyes for your boyfriend. His broad shoulders and thick biceps are stretching the black shirt he's wearing deliciously, and his jeans are tight around his thighs, showing off his ass and bulge perfectly.

''Peach?'' Tony says as you're standing in the kitchen, Tony caging you in against the counter as he leans on it. His nose is only inches from yours as a deep blush creeps over your cheeks, knowing you've been caught drifting off in your thoughts.

''Hmm?'' you hum as a question, and the smile on Tony's face gives you butterflies in your stomach. The tiny crinkles by his eyes, the white teeth, and the way his tongue slightly pokes out between them have you melting into a puddle.

''I asked what you think of the house,'' he says with a chuckle, but before you can answer, you feel tiny feet against your leg and look down to see the cutest cat you've ever seen. Tony lets out a deep sigh before he moves back, giving you the space to say hi to Oliver.

''Oh my god, aren't you a precious, chubby little guy?'' you coo at him as he bumps his head against your hand, happily accepting all the attention he can get from you, his new Mommy. Until now, it has always been just him and Tony, but judging how he acts now, you're not allowed to leave his home ever again.

''Well, I was going to introduce you two later, but since the little devil is already awake, I might as well do it now,'' he says as he crouches next to you, but Oliver doesn't care. He only wants attention from you as he plops down to show his belly, letting you scratch it to get the ultimate purrs from the little guy.

''Why did you never mention you have a cat?! I would have come over much sooner if I knew,'' you say with a chuckle, but in all reality, he has mentioned Oliver countless times. It just never occurred to you that he was his cat.

''Oh, I did, Peach. All these silly stories about Oliver? It's all him. He had been with me since he was a small kitten, and I rescued him from behind the bakery. Someone dropped him off in a cardboard box in the pouring rain; the poor guy almost didn't survive,'' Tony says, his voice trailing off near the end.

As you listen to the story, you feel tears burning in your eyes as you keep scratching his belly. Oliver's purrs quickly make you forget all about your sadness, though, as it almost has a healing effect on your brain. And from that moment on, you and Oliver would be practically inseparable whenever you were at his house.

''But I didn't just save him; he saved me, as well. Before I had little Oliver, it was the same boring routine every day, and I was at a point in my life where I wanted to sell the bakery and move on to something else. When I found him, I started to see life a lot differently, and I am where I am now because of him, so in a sense, I owe him my happiness. It brought me to you, after all,'' Tony tells you, a blush now creeping onto his cheeks, too.

''I didn't have anyone here when I came home, so I started spending more time at the bakery until I reached the point of sleeping there some nights. But that all changed when I met this little devil. Now I have someone to talk to when I'm home, and he'll never complain when I talk too much!'' Tony jokes, making you both laugh.

''So yeah, like I said, I owe him pretty much my life at this point,'' he says softly, and you lay your head on Tony's shoulder to comfort him. It's the first time you've ever heard about this story, and even though it makes you a little sad, you're also glad that little Oliver managed to turn your boyfriend's life around.

''I'm glad he saved you,'' you whisper before capturing Tony's lips again, pouring every ounce of love into it.

You and Tony decide to watch a movie until it's time for dinner, and you're cuddled up under a blanket with Tony, and Oliver is lying on your lap as you're scratching behind his ears. You're watching one of your favorite movies: Jurrasic Park. After Tony mentioned he'd never seen them, you brought your copy, and here you are.

''So? What do you think?'' you say as you look at Tony with a hopeful look. He looks at you with a serious expression, not giving anything away before he breaks, bursting into laughter.

''I love it, Peach. It's one of the better movies I've watched in a long time!'' he says, and then it's time for dinner. Tony set the table with two plates, some candles, wine glasses, and the wine you brought, ready to dive in.

''Allow me to guide you to the dining room, m'lady,'' Tony says as he holds out his hand, and you happily grab it. He pulls it to his mouth and places a soft kiss on your knuckles, making you giggle softly in response, and then he leads you to the dining room, which is dimly lit with candles. Soft music is playing in the background as he pulls out your chair and pushes it back in as you sit down.

After taking his place across from you, he allows you to grab some pasta first, pour some of the wine before raising it, and give a small toast.

''A toast to you, Peach. To the most beautiful, caring, and loving woman in my life,'' he says before clinking his glass against yours and bringing it to his lips, allowing the taste of the red wine to coat his tongue, humming at the taste.

The conversation over dinner ranges from lighthearted topics, like the bakery and Oliver, to deeper topics, like you've always dreamt of becoming a Mom one day.

''I've always dreamt of becoming a Mom. I just never had the privilege of meeting someone who wants the same,'' you tell him, and his heart sinks a little. Not because he doesn't want them but because he has been in the same boat for the last 20 years. He isn't the youngest anymore and doesn't plan on becoming a Dad by the time he passes 50.

After this, the conversation turns light again, and after you move to the couch again, continue your earlier conversations. When it's nearly 11 PM, you start to yawn slightly, and that's when Tony lifts you, ready to bring you to the bedroom.

''You. Stay. Peach is all mine for the rest of the night,'' Tony says as he glares at Oliver, who was cleaning himself on the cat tree but is now looking at Tony with a face that says, ''Oh yeah? Let's see about that!''

He kicks the door shut behind him, and that's when he carefully lays you on the bed before undressing you carefully. First, your boots and socks, then your pants, followed by your sweater, leaving you in the red lingerie you put on for him. A soft gasp escapes his lips as he takes in your body, his eyes gliding over every dip, curve, and inch of exposed skin.

''I will never get enough of you, Peach. You look like an absolute Goddess, and I can't wait to worship you every day,'' he tells you, and goosebumps erupt all over your body at his words. He's undressing himself, too, and you can see he's already near full hardness, making you salivate at the sight.

''How about you lie back for me, Peach, and I will start by showing you just how I would do that?'' he whispers as he crawls over you, leaving soft kisses on your neck and jaw before you scoot back on the bed, your head landing softly on the pillows. You look up at him with desire coursing through your veins, and your hand snakes into his hair before pulling him closer, molding your lips together with his.

His hips rut against your core involuntarily at the feeling of how soft your lips are, and he has to try his hardest not to lose himself in you already. As he pulls away, a soft groan spills from his lips, your fingers tugging softly on his hair in anticipation of what's to come.

''I want to make you feel good, Daddy, please!'' you whine softly, and Tony has never been one to deny you anything, let alone when you beg for him like this.

''How can I say no to my beautiful Peach when she begs so sweetly? You need Daddy, don't you,'' he whispers in your ear before softly nibbling on your earlobe, making your hand move down and scratch his back down to cup and squeeze his ass, pulling him even closer as his lips follow the line of your jaw, finding their home on the sensitive spot on your neck.

Tony moves back until he's lying on his back, spreading his thick thighs to make room for you to settle in between. Your fingers hook quickly behind the hem of his boxers, pulling it down in a smooth motion as you watch his cock spring to attention with a soft splat, precum already dripping from the tip.

The vein on the bottom of his cock is on display, and the first thing you do is lean forward to run your tongue along the length of it, just the way he likes, before grabbing the bottom and taking his tip into your mouth with a suckling sensation.

''Fuck!'' he exclaims as you do so, his back arching off the bed as you take more of his length into your mouth. The stretch is already causing a slight burn in your jaw that you happily accommodate, wanting to take him as deep as you can. A deep groan falls from his lips as the tip hits the back of your throat, making you gag slightly.

You pull off him with a pop as you catch your breath, a wicked smile forming on your lips as you look at him through your eyelashes.

''Tastes so good, Daddy,'' is all you say as your hand keeps a slow, steady pace before you take him in your mouth again, but this time focussing on his tip instead, alternating between suckling and giving kitten licks over his slit that have him craving more.

''Peach, let me take care of you, please! God, you make me so hard, and I want to be buried deep inside you, fuck'' he tells you. Before you can even comprehend what's happening, you're entirely bare on your back, and Tony lines up with your entrance, growing increasingly impatient every second.

''Daddy, please-'' is all you can say before his cock breaches your entrance, slipping in with a pleasurable burn. His head rests against your forehead as he makes eye contact, making the moment even more intimate.

''Can't wait to cum inside you, Peach, especially since you told me you want to be a Mom. Can't stop thinking about getting you pregnant; you'll look so fucking beautiful with a round belly, carrying our beautiful baby we made together,'' he tells you between groans, your eyes rolling back in your head as the pleasure takes you over, moans tumbling uncontrollably from your lips.

''Will fuck you every single day, Peach, stuff you so full of my cum until you're pregnant, have to make sure it'll take and not waste a single drop,'' he pants, his pace quickly becoming sloppy as he can feel his orgasm creeping closer. Your hand sneaks in between your bodies, and you find your clit without any effort, quickly trapping him inside you as the grip on his cock becomes stronger as your orgasm washes over you.

With a loud exclamation of his name, you cum with your juices squirting out of you, soaking both Tony and the sheets right before Tony stills inside you, his cum coating your walls before collapsing on top of you, your hands gliding into his hair as you both let the moment last as long as possible. Not a word is said between you two, but the love you both feel for each other is visible, and you can't get enough of him, though he eventually has to pull out and clean both of you up.

Tony gets up to grab some clothes, and he takes one good look at your fucked out state, a thin layer of sweat all over your body, a healthy blush spreading over your cheeks as you look up at your boyfriend, admiring every last dip, curve, and muscle of his. On his cheeks is a deep blush that spreads down to his neck and chest, a dopey smile, and rough curls on his head finishing the look.

''I love you, Peach, and thank you for being here tonight,'' Tony says gravelly, your heart beating faster as you hear it. He grabs you a shirt of his and a pair of panties from your overnight bag before handing them to you, putting on a pair of his boxer shorts as well.

''Shall I let Oliver in before he gets impatient? He might want some cuddles with his Mommy,'' Tony says, the deep blush on his cheeks only intensifying as he says those words, and when you have a pair of panties and one of Tony's shirts on, you agree. As the door opens, Oliver runs in and jumps onto the bed, finding his place on your lap again for cuddles.

''Is that true? Are you Mommy's boy?'' you ask little Oliver, and he purrs loudly, letting you know he agrees.

''He is, Peach, and I am too when it comes to you,'' he says before capturing your lips with his again, sealing your love with a sweet, slow kiss. The rest of the night is spent cuddling before you fall asleep in Tony's arms, Oliver finding his place by your feet as he snores softly.

The following day, Tony got up earlier than usual to walk to the florist on the corner of his street, getting a small bouquet of red roses to surprise you with during breakfast. They're standing in a vase on the kitchen island as he's preparing breakfast. Oliver is now looking at Tony from his place atop the cat tree.

He whips up some freshly made pancakes with syrup, the smell filling Tony's house as he whips up some scrambled eggs on the side and a cup of steaming hot coffee to finish it all. The small vase with roses is put on a serving tray with your breakfast before he calls over Oliver, attaching one of the roses to his collar for an extra surprise.

''Alright, let's go wake up, Mommy!'' Tony says, and Oliver struts to the bedroom, swiftly followed by Tony, who pushes the door open with his foot, now glad he left it slightly open as he walked out. He places the food on the floor on his nightstand before gently getting onto the bed and waking you up with soft kisses.

''Good morning, sleepyhead,'' he giggles, and it's a sound you never thought you'd ever hear but that you now can't get enough of.

''You're so cute, you know that? With your soft snores,'' he says as you sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you smile at him, letting the reality sink in that you've stayed over at your boyfriend's house, the warm feeling of love spreading throughout your chest.

Tony goes to grab breakfast when Oliver jumps onto the bed, and you instantly spot the little rose on his collar, making you melt a little at the sight.

''Look at you! You are so adorable like this,'' you say as you give Oliver some attention before Tony places the breakfast on your lap, and you see all your favorites. A big smile spreads across your face as you grab the cup of coffee, taking a small sip to let the bitter taste coat your tongue, moaning softly as it glides down your throat.

''Thank you for everything, Tony; you truly managed to make our first time special,'' you tell him before stealing one more kiss and diving into the breakfast he prepared. After that, you're getting ready for work, and it's a good thing you stayed at his house to carpool together.

''Have a good day at work, Mr. Stark,'' you say with a wink, standing on your tiptoes to get one last kiss as you tie your apron behind your back, ready to get started on the customer orders going out today.

''You too, future Mrs. Stark,'' Tony says just loud enough for you to hear, and when you whip your head around, he winks at you with a mischievous smile. And from that moment on, it's all you can think about. Becoming Tony's wife sounds like a dream come true, and you can't wait for it to come true one day.

[tastesoftamriel]

Yule season update

G'day friends, and a slightly belated Happy Yule! It's been absolute madness here since finding out about the PhD (still absolutely REELING). My housemates and I are all packing up and moving towns, and there is so much to DO!

That being said, I am a little worried about the future of Tastes of Tamriel over the course of my PhD and beyond. Since starting work full time after leaving uni two years ago, I've mostly had the blog on queue and pop out the occasional new post or sometimes even answer a question. I've got so few spoons at the end of the day for the past few months that I don't even want to game right now, let alone pump out new content with the enthusiasm I used to.

This is NOT to say I am not going to continue my work on Tastes of Tamriel! I will just likely be absent for longer and my ask box will remain closed for the time being. I am also not taking any worldbuilding asks in my DMs.

I just have so much to deal with right now (including paying for that pesky visa early next year) and am kinda overwhelmed. But it's a much better stress because I know I'm not getting deported.

And once again I have to thank EVERY DAMN ONE OF YA who donated to my fundraiser. Your generosity got me here and gave me the hope to achieve my PhD dream at last. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

I can't wait to see what the future holds for me, but Tastes of Tamriel will unfortunately be down-prioritised while I get my shit together over the next few months (or years...I'm still a mess). I'll be back as soon as I can, promise. This blog is my heart and soul and there is no way in Oblivion that I'll ever give it up. On this, you have my word.

Thanks for the support, truly. God Jul!

Stay safe, eat well, be kind. ~Tal

[cellray]

My work is being stolen

I don't usually do this, but I've promised myself to take more credit for the work I do and post for people to enjoy for free.

I create animations, I write posts, I voice and edit audio, all for people to enjoy and for me to get to interact and meet new people. For the past few years people have been taking my full work and reposting it as their own while I ignored it happening. From now on I'll be calling these people out if they ignore my contact and request to credit me or delete my stolen content.

Now, to start my first callout post.

@saladin92 is a blog that is getting popular off of my posts (and others I suspect) such as my "You should message me" post, which is their current pinned post, including the original gifs I've animated. Basically a complete copy paste.

After contacting them they did not respond and soon after posted another copy paste of my post, except they switched my animations with another.

After that I contacted them again, and this was their response:

I write my own posts. I animate my own gifs. I voice and edit my own files. I create everything I post, from scratch. When someone steals that and gets traction from it, it's insulting.

Please don't reblog and support these people, our community deserves better, and frankly I deserve better too. I'll be a lot more proactive and transparent about people who steal my content from now on, and I hope you support me and disincentivize people from stealing other people's work.

Proof of these posts being mine:

"You should message me"

"I deserve more attention"

To be fully clear: I enjoy and incentivize people to use my work in their own work. Using my spiral in a post you write, or a video you create, is something I am okay with. Adding your own touch and creating new content is good. I would like to be credited every once in a while though!

[honeyhotteoks]

🌟 a quick little announcement / ask from me --

i really, really appreciate all the positive reception my fics have gotten over the past year+ of me publishing.... but i've gotten a lot of anon messages recently that i just want to address without singling anyone out.

recently i've been getting a lot of anon messages asking when i'm going to be updating fic, posting new fic, going back to aurora, etc. or asking again when i'll be back on a regular posting schedule. typically i'll answer the nicest anon with something like "soon i promise!" etc., but many of these i just delete because.... i just cannot physically answer them all. but at this point i just think i need to make a little blanket statement. the answer to when am i going to post is "when i write it" - at this point that's really the best answer i can give. i had a posting schedule for aurora but that's because most of it was written in advance, but i do not have a posting schedule as a writer in general. i don't mean to be quite so blunt, but usually if i don't post for a week or a little over a week i get flooded with these messages, some of which go so far as to ask why i'm not posting more altogether. i really don't mean to be mean or harsh at all, but the answer just is that i have no idea. i try to be really open and transparent with y'all, but the issue boils down to the fact that i just don't write as much as i used to, but there's a reason for that and i think i should be honest about why. when i got into ateez last year, i was in the downswing of a major depressive episode. i clung to them and my imaginary little world really fucking hard just to get through that, but it led to me writing a metric fuckton and posting tons of content almost weekly. in the past year i've been pulling myself out of that headspace and to be honest, i'm feeling MUCH much better and much less dependent on ateez. to be clear, they are still a huge part of my life and my everyday, but i'm no longer using them to get by and ultimately it just leaves me writing less frequently. that combined with a career change that leaves me working 50+ hours a week, having a healthy relationship with my partner, seeing friends, and most recently moving apartments, it just leaves me writing in what small pockets i have left. i personally put a lot of pressure on myself to write more and write faster, but sometimes i'll sit down to write and physically just can't do it because i'm making it into this big thing in my head. getting so many messages asking me when i'm posting and why i'm not posting more really just makes that pressure and guilt balloon in my mind. i know these questions are coming from a good place, but with the way my brain works it sometimes leaves me feeling bad and guilty. i guess this is all to say..... please understand that while i want to write more and write faster, i'm in a very different place in my life now than when i was writing aurora. please understand that i am just not able to publish at that speed or quantity anymore, and i've been feeling terrible about needing to make this kind of announcement because i know it's disappointing. but honestly.... i'm proud of the work i've done in the past year and i'm so happy i'm not feeling quite so bad anymore, and while i want to write more, i wouldn't trade it. so i just want to ask for your patience and your kindness on this one, i really am just doing the best that i can. please keep messaging me, please keep interacting and talking about fic, that makes me so excited to write! i love talking about my characters and writing and ateez in general, it's SO fun - but the asks i get on a weekly basis that seem irritated with me have to stop, i can only do so much for so long and if i had stayed at that pace i would have burned myself out completely. thank you all so much for reading and for respecting this, i honestly love this little fic community so much which is why i feel like i can be honest about this. i have a lot of fic plans and a lot working, but for now, i really don't know when i'll publish what. what i can promise is that i'm always writing, even in small ways. so more tnt is coming, more aurora, more one-shots, etc. i just can't promise much more right now. thank you again, i love you all. 

[tavyliasin]

Upon The Devil's Stage - Raphael Romance Event

My second entry into the Make Raphael Romanceable event by @dmagedgoods because I felt like the first wasn't quite romantic enough. This one could follow on as a sequel, or stand on its own as a little one shot~

--- Raphael has returned to sweep Tav off their feet, wondering if they can truly dance to the steps he has set before them. Tav has long waited for this chance, the unspoken promise, drawn to the warmth of the Cambion's flame. --- Click here to read on AO3 1860 Words

Pairing: Raphael x Gender Neutral Tav SPICE Rating: 0/5, we're only here for the romance again~ Content Warnings: None Spoilers: End game and post game spoilers alluded to though not the focus. Canon Compliance: Ah, if only~ This can be the canon of your post-game dreams, if you wish!

Paired Song Whisper by Burn the Ballroom "His favorite days were the mornings She came with confessions of cardinal sin A beast in the business of selling forgiveness Dead eyes on a treacherous grin Yet he laps up the vice like a wolf in the night He's the left hand of God on the stage And with one hand he offers salvation to lovers The other, it taketh awaySo give me your fire, give me your fear Give me your faith when love gives you tears Give me your heart, give me your fate Give me your hand when love gives you hate Give me your prayers up on your feet And I'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats So give me your sins, give me your lies But whisper your love, and I'll whisper mine."

--- Full Fic Below The Cut! ---

Upon The Devil's Stage

Poetry. That’s what he was, a song written in lyrics designed to enthral whilst the music of his rhyme captured Tav’s heart and soul.

Thief. Though he would never admit to such a word being applied to himself, he stole the stage he walked upon, took the spotlight and outshone even that.

Playwrite.

The script he wrote became a performance all were drawn to, characters populating his world, a whole cast of little mice rushing through the maze and hoping to find the promised prize at the centre.

Raphael.

A Devil in name and nature, and yet he was also far more than the abject evil of old fairy tales written to warn Tav away from the temptation - temptation which evidently they had not been warned clearly enough about as they let him lead them in a waltz of his own composition. He called himself a saviour, once, and perhaps it would amuse him to see the daydreams in Tav’s head of the devil as the knight in shining armour, the prince coming to sweep them off their feet.

And yet…no romance novel printed on cheap parchment could compare to the image of the cambion dressed in his finest silks, hair swept back between horns that curved wickedly above like a crown without jewels. Raphael was purple prose brought to life on reality’s page, a vivid violet swirl of perfect cursive script spelling out the poise and grace he wove into every word and motion. 

It didn’t take a contract to have Tav accepting the hand offered to them, to follow him onto the dancefloor that appeared around them as the reality of the mundane melted away. Perhaps the ease in which he transported them both across planes without so much as a question first should have been a concern, but their only worry now was putting a foot astray in the devil’s dance. 

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Raphael smiled. His favourite client, his Little Mouse, and they were radiant in the glow of his glory. A simple spell had transformed their dreary armour into fine silks that far better matched their status at his side - the soon-to-be Archduke of the Hells could not allow appearances to slide, even without any audience.

How he loved the way they hesitated for half a second before placing their small hand within his own, the way he could hear their heart stop for just a moment as his claws closed around their fingers. Such a fragile mortal soul, and yet Raphael could not deny that they had impressed him. He had told them once, that he had grown fond of them in his own way, and not one syllable of that had been a lie.

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“Where’s the orchestra?” Tav finally found their voice in the genuine confusion at how there was now a swirl of beautiful music wrapping around them, as they gazed up towards the Cambion’s stern features as if looking for their answer in the charming wrinkles that decorated his face so beautifu- 

“The invisible choir sing when they are bidden, Little Mouse.” He spoke with a slight smile in the edge of his voice, the implication of a hundred lost souls just out of sight and at his command… It was not helping slow the rate of Tav’s racing heart. Raphael held such power so easily, so casually… His words were law, and his laws were as immutable as the Devil’s own capricious charms. “Do you not like the melody? It can be changed in but a moment if-” “No, no! It’s wonderful, really.” Tav almost bit their own tongue to punish it when they realised they had interrupted him mid-sentence. “I- Sorry I didn’t mean to…” Their voice lost all power under the burning gaze of the cambion above them, though to their surprise his expression creased into a smile within a moment. 

“Music, Mouse, was made to be danced to.” Raphael pulled them closer, one hand still entwined with theirs, his other wrapping easily around their waist. It was difficult to reach his shoulder when he was in this form, so Tav had to settle for gripping the sleeve that barely hid the strength beneath.

The musicians, still unseen, rose to a crescendo with a swell of strings as the devil began to lead their dance. 

Masterful feet wove a path around the ballroom, sweeping Tav between the shadows of a hundred fellow dancers who had neglected to attend the grandiose event made for two. No dream that had drifted through their sleepless nights could compare to the reality of the warmth of his hand on the curve of their back, no waking reverie of romance could match up to the almost weightless sensation of their waltz. Nothing could have prepared Tav for the moment he leaned over, taking the balance of their weight on his arm as he dipped them low, leaving his lips just a hair’s breadth from their own. 

Before they could catch their breath, or gather their senses enough to steal the kiss they had long dreamed of, the devil smirked and lifted them back to their feet. Their mind was spinning in the same manner as their body did while the dance continued, each move a push and pull that brought them tantalisingly close only to create distance once more. 

The heat of the cambion’s body, the grace of his movements, the danger of being so close to the power and devilish charm he possessed… Tav felt like they were dancing in the heart of a fire, and they had not one care if they were to burn to ash right there and then. 

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Raphael savoured each moment like a delicacy. Watching the breath catch in Tav’s throat, seeing their pulse quicken almost imperceptibly through the exposed part of their neck, noticing how their lips almost wanted to chase him every time he pulled away. 

He had often spoken to them of how he preferred clients to be desperate, to be left with no option, no thought beyond turning to him and begging for his aid. This was…not the same, not quite. He did not want them broken and bowed with their knees in the dirt, he wanted…not an equal, but something close. Someone who could challenge him. Someone who would desire everything he was and everything he could be, but one who would not be afraid to chase it. 

And thus, Raphael had set the lanceboard pieces upon the table, making each move and daring Tav to take what they wanted. Were he to be the one to show his desire for them openly? That would not do, the balance of power would shift. He had perhaps gone far further than he might have liked in creating this moment, in calling them his favourite client, in revealing his fondness for them more than once… But that was the limit of his grace in showing them he was receptive to an advance. They had to be the one to want him, and he was to be the one to so generously allow them to be close. 

“You dance well, Little Mouse.” A simple compliment, earning him a smile and the blush that spread across their cheeks - of course, it helped that his whisper was directed into their ear, lips almost brushing the ever reddening tip.

“I could say the same of you, Raphael.”  Ah, there it was. A little more confidence, that edge of bravery returning, driven by the desire he was stoking within them so carefully. He allowed one more soft breath across their ear - a gentle bellows to grow the flames within them - before he pulled away again. 

This time, however, Tav was faster.

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The tension was infuriating. Tav couldn’t tell if Raphael was merely teasing them, or waiting for them to make the first move. Either way, if they didn’t do something about it soon, they were certain it would leave them with nothing but a lifetime of regret when the music reached its final cadence. 

The depth of his voice, the heat of the air that carried it, the scent of his perfume so close to them… When the cambion tried to move away this time, their hand found a grip on his horns instead, holding him a few inches from their face as he embraced them in a dancer’s dip in his arms. 

“Not this time. Wait.” They had meant it as a request, but desperation turned the words to more of a command.

“Issuing orders? To me?” Raphael’s eyebrows raised, a slight smile toying at the edge of his lips. “My, my, Little Mouse. We have become so very brave in the face of the cat. Perhaps I should drop you right here upon the floor.” 

“You don’t want to do that.” Tav continued, emboldened in the knowledge he could have fully pulled away at any moment…yet he allowed them to hold him here. They even softened their grip to caress his horns, smooth, sharp, dangerous and regal… Everything that they admired in him.

“Oh? And what is it that I want from a mere mortal such as yourself?” His voice was subtly lower now, the spaces between his words saying far more than the sound. 

“I don’t know,” Tav admitted, their hand drifting from his natural crown to the side of his cheek, “but I know what I want. And I’m tired of waiting for it.” They threw caution into the depths of the inferno and stole his lips in a kiss, savouring the heat of his touch and the scent of cherry that was almost intoxicating as he softened, yielding - in so much as a devil would ever yield to a mortal - and returning their affection with his own. The cat might have set the trap, but as long as they still got the reward they had yearned for, the mouse did not care that the cambion’s claws were firmly embedded in their soul. They had danced to his tune, waltzed right onto the board of his game willing to sacrifice every piece they had if he were to ask.

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Devil. The name that most would give the man with a crown of horns, eyes like living fire, and a burning desire to rule all the hells. And what would that make Tav, now? Willing to take his hand, to follow him into the depths of Avernus and beyond just to be at his side… Ally. No, more than that. This was no brokered deal of warring nations, nor a mere friendship between neighbours. Their goals had aligned, in such a way as they might. Partners, perhaps… Putting a name to the lack of space between their lips felt like a fool’s errand. Saviour. The title he gave himself when they first met had proven true, in its own way. Appearing when he wished to, giving them not what they wanted but only what they needed to prove themselves. To be worthy of him. “Raphael.” His name tasted all the sweeter whispered into his kiss, the last seal of a fate they would choose a thousand times without a second thought as he swept them away into the night.  

--- --- ENDING NOTES --- --- Would you dance with the devil? What song might you pick for his invisible orchestra to play for you as he whisks you around the ballroom? Thank you for joining me with these little event pieces, it's always fun to write some Raphael content~ He's truly fascinating and captivating as a character, we were blessed by some wonderful writing and performances in the game, with the stunning art and animation to match.