#so I keep hearing weird noises and seeing little details and it's like was that always there? am I losing it? I literally do not remember

[v-iv-rusty]

I think my favorite mechanic so far in bloodborne is how gaining insight subtly changes certain enemies. or at least I think it does because my awful short term memory makes it impossible to remember things like 'hey um did that guy always have eyes growing all over him or is that. like. new' and I just have to be like 'idk ! thats probably normal I guess :)'

[hw4-l1z]

OMG OMG OMG THINGS MINHO'S DOM TOP BOYFRIEND DOES THAT TURNS HIM ON!!! THERE'S LITERALLY NO ONE WHO'LL DO IT BETTER THAN YOU 

YOU CAN DO WHATEVER KINK YOU WANT CUZ I TRUST YOU LIKE HELL

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"Things you do that turns him on"

Sub!LeeKnow x Dom!m!reader

Cw: mentions of marking// SLIGHT mention of pregnancy// breeding kink// mentions of reader having a motherly side// mentions of degrading

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Wearing joggers/sweatpants:

- he loves when you wear them, especially if they're grey

-you always go commando when wearing them so your dick print will always be showing

-he's practically DROOLING when looking at your bulge

- depending on what way your body is positioned he could sometimes make out just a slight outline of your tip which drives him INSANE.

- you'll always catch him staring at it. It turns you on when he just stares all spaced out

- he watches the tent form in your pants and blushes slightly before looking up at you as you're sitting there with a smug look on your face.

Tipping your head back/ exposing your neck and collarbones:

-wether it be due to stress, annoyance, pleasure or getting flustered, he loves the way your head rolls back, exposing more of your neck

-the way he traces his eyes over every little detail of it

-BIG bonus if you let out a groan or moan whilst rolling back your eyes.

-if it's not in a sexual situation then his mind will always make it seem sexual.

-he can't help it it. All he can think about is how you always roll your head back when he's making you feel soooo good.

- as for your collarbones, he loves to mark them up so whenever they become exposed he loses his mind.

Siren eyes/ daggered stare:

- my god he crumbles every time you give him a warning glare when he's being a menace

-he tries to keep his composure but doesn't do a very good job of it

- if he's talking back to you or sending silly insults your way, one sharp look whilst maintaining eye contact until he finally crumbles and looks away will do the trick.

- or even when your leaning over him, almost completely towering over him as you stare down at him with dark siren eyes.

-he'll never understand how you never break even if he tries to pull a silly face at you. You remain straight faced the entire time. He finds it so hot.

How gentle you are (especially with kids):

-might sound weird that you being good with kids slightly turns him on but just listen

- he's used to your hot, aggressive, dominant side so much that when you become soft and sweet it gives him major butterfly's

- almost makes him wish you could get him pregnant and make you a dad but he knows it'll never happen😔

-but it's mostly the reason as to why it turns him on

-he has a bigggg breeding kink and wants you to fill him to the brim :(.

- he also somehow likes seeing the almost motherly side you take on with kids which he never expected since you're usually more masculine. It's so sweet and gentle in comparison to how you are with him in bed.

- he'd definitely want you to be rough whilst putting on your sweet, gentle voice to degrade him.

When you're focused on something:

-he finds the way your eyebrows furrow and your features seem to sharpen whenever your deeply focused on something.

-sometimes he wishes he was whatever you were looking at. He wants you to look at him with that intense gaze.

-and don't even get him started on when you have your tongue pushed against you cheek whenever you become confused about something.

- sends shiver down his spine everytime.

Your moans:

-he doesn't get to hear it all that often but when he does...oh my god

-it's like music to his ears when you finally let out all your noises when your fucking him.

- you try keep them back but it's hard since you almost need to hold your breath, which is hard to do whilst fucking him

-so finally you let them slip out one by one.

-every noise you makes he finds insanely hot

- your moans, grunts, growls, breathy moans, guttural moans and even your whines and whimpers but those are rare from you.

[prettysweetprettysweet]

it's gonna be so wonderful to see Louis even more breathtaking and 'resplendent' through Lestat's eyes. and I say this just as a fan of Jacob's face. how is costume makeup and hair gonna remix this?? every time he smiles a flash of heavenly light engulfs us. eyes set permanently to twinkle, nose set permanently to lil scrunch. waist literally always cinched, no exceptions. Does Daniel know that Louis has got this weird fixation where he just constantly needs to have Lestat's hands around his waist, isn't that so funny? it's because Lestat's hands are so big and it drives Louis crazy. did Daniel get that down? because Lestat didn't hear any clicking noises, quiet keyboard maybe. also, several scenes where Louis is gratuitously disrobed even though it doesn't really make sense narratively. skin...a little dry, perhaps from all the nudity, so Lestat often assists him with moisturizing, which isn't technically critical to the plot right now but Lestat insists on keeping it in bc it will become very relevant to the story later on. he doesn't elaborate on that (at all, at any point). Louis' rich and gorgeous laughter permeates the entire story like a soundtrack, because Lestat's always got jokes, and they are always funny. what is that you're writing on the pad? seek corroboration? why? why would you do that? it's such a minute detail and honestly, Lestat's not interested in continuing if Daniel's going to make it this tedious right out the gate

[beomiracles]

hello I loved the beomgyu pic thin walls you posted. It was too good. Would you be open to do a pt2. where reader and beomgyu meet and do get along I feel like beomgyu would be super romantic towards the reader .....and not like what she thought he'd be like.

thin walls, pt.2

A/N ── dunno if I managed to fit as much romance in it but they def got closer heh ─ hope it can still live up to your expectations :3

pairing; beomgyuxfemale!reader warnings; masturbation, that's basically it, reader is lowk a little pervy but so is beomgyu?

"when your new neighbour moves in he disturbs your peace and quiet ── however not all noise is bad noise..." continuation to part one!

It had been four days since you'd caught your neighbour getting off to the thought of you, and it had been seven days since you had last seen each other. You were beginning to wonder if he avoided you, never once when you had left your apartment for work had you ran into each other, nor when you took out the trash or just left to run errands.

Two nights ago he'd had friends over, they were of course loud but you couldn't find it in you to go over and complain. You didn't know why but the thought of meeting your neighbour suddenly made you nervous, but that was silly, he should be the shameful one. He was after all, the one who'd been so shamelessly moaning you name just a few nights ago.

But apart from the night he'd had friends over Beomgyu's apartment had been radio silent. Doubt was creeping in on you, perhaps you'd been mistaken... That thought quickly made you shake your head, you knew what you had heard, you even...

Shaking your head you turned off the shower and got out. Pulling on your pyjamas you prepared for a cozy movie night, it was Friday after all, however when you went to turn on the Tv it just showed a blue screen with a bunch of weird texts which you couldn't seem to make out what they meant.

After frustratedly pushing every button on your remote control and even going as far as googling whatever the issue was, an idea suddenly popped into your head. Your neighbour had a whole playstation connected to his Tv so he should know what to do, right?

Biting your lip as you thought about going over there, it wasn't exactly late and from the three weeks you'd been neighbours you knew Beomgyu wasn't one turn in early. Giving yourself an encouraging nod you make your way over to his apartment, this time you make sure to wear a bit more.

Knocking softy at his door you wait for about thirty seconds before he opens. Raising his eyebrows in a surprised expression when he finds you out of all people by his door, "listen if you came to complain about noise then I can assure you-" you cut him off by shaking your head. Clearing your throat awkwardly, "I uh, I actually need your help."

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Turns out that Beomgyu is great with anything electronic, he easily fixes your problem and your Tv returns to its normal state. All the while he explains what he's doing and how you'll be able to solve it yourself as long as you press so and so buttons.

You try your best to keep up with his teaching but your eyes can't help but drift from the hand holding the remote control up to his forearm, over his biceps, across his chest... Whatever you had heard that night had certainly made you see him in a new light and you had no idea how to feel about it.

Hearing him speak so causally just now when he had been whimpering and moaning your name when he thought you couldn't hear made your stomach flutter in excitement.

"Y-Y/n..?" Beomgyu's voice made your eyes snap back up at him to find him shifting awkwardly under your stare. You clear your throat awkwardly, "yes sorry, you were saying?" He grins as he continues explaining the different buttons in the remote control in great detail and you can't help but realise how...nice, he actually is. You could admit that you'd had a few perceptions about him being some arrogant and cocky bastard but he turned out to be quite the opposite..

You thanked him immensely when he was done and promised to treat him to dinner as a thank you. Beomgyu accepted your offer with a grin. The two of you decided on the following Sunday and you felt excitement spread in your chest.

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That same night you had been awakened by familiar muffled noises coming from the apartment next to you. Biting your lip you shamelessly listened as Beomgyu got off on the thought of you in his bed. The quiet whimpers of your name spilling from his lips made you squeeze your legs together as arousal pooled between your legs.

Your window however had been ajar and a particular hard wind made your bedside lamp fall over, causing a loud thud to echo through your bedroom. The sounds of your neighbour vanished in an instant and for a few moments you didn't dare to move at all.

After what felt like ages you quietly got up to close your window, placing your lamp back on your bedside table before you got back into bed. Silence echoed and for the first time in a long while you wished for anything else then the silence you had once held so dearly.

Just as you were about to fall back asleep the small noises made by your neighbour could be heard once again, a grin crept up on your face has a hand slipped between your legs.

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Sunday rolled around which meant one thing, Beomgyu was coming over for dinner. You had already planned out the food you were having and went out the day before to get the groceries necessary. Beomgyu had been to your apartment when he'd helped you with your Tv meaning he'd seen the flat in one of its worse states, however you wanted to clean the place up this time and your afternoon was spent listening to music and cleaning.

Deeming the place to be fit for visitors you made your way to your kitchen to start preparing dinner. However you had barely pulled the groceries from the fridge when your apartment suddenly went dark. Frowning you tried the light switch a couple times before making your way to the closet next to your bathroom where the small electric cabinet was. You had experienced many power outages before and you knew exactly which plugs to pull to get the power back on.

Thinking maybe your system had become overheated and shut itself off as a precaution (which wasn't unusual), but when the light didn't turn back on you became slightly worried. It's not like you were afraid of the dark or anything, hell you slept in complete darkness, but there was just something eerie about power outages that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand.

Knocking softly on the front door to your neighbours apartment you take in a deep breath. The entire hallway is dark as well and you figure that the whole building must be out. You can't deny the relief that washes over you when Beomgyu opens the door, flash light shining right across your face.

"Ah shit, sorry," he mumbles as he turns the light away from your squinting face. "You're out of power too?" you ask rather stupidly since he's just flashed a fucking flashlight right in your face. Beomgyu nods "yeah, for about fifteen minutes or so.." he trails off as he notices your awkward stance.

"Do you, want to come in?"

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Beomgyu's apartment is an exact replica of yours, just mirrored. Though its interior surprises you, having expected it to be more of a man-cave filled with trash, the minimalistic and clean furniture made your eyes go wide. Noticing your look Beomgyu awkwardly cleared his throat, "I...I'm still waitin' on some more furniture to arrive," scratching the back of his head rather awkwardly he follows you into his living room.

"I like it," you say as you plop down on his couch, you can't help but wonder if he's aware of the fact that both your living- and bedrooms were wall to wall. "It's just," you pause trying to find the right words, "not what I expected I guess." He frowns but you catch the small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, "what'd you expect then?"

You scoff as you wave his question off, "it's besides the point," you shrug but your neighbour is persistent. "No, seriously tell me," he pouts as he crosses his arms. With a small roll of your eyes you sigh, "I expected more trash and less," she motions towards his living room, "whatever this is."

Beomgyu grins, "would that mean I exceeded your expectations, ma'am?"

You shoot him a glare, "I thought I told you to lay off the ma'am thing already." Your neighbour pretends as if he doesn't hear you and takes a seat on the couch next to you. "I guess dinner's gonna have to wait?" he asks tilting his head. You nod slowly, "yeah...unless, I mean," you shake your head, "nevermind".

"Unless what?" he frowns and lens closer making your heart skip a beat. Shaking your head you mumble out a quite "nothin", but Beomgyu doesn't give up. "Were you gonna ask me if I'd still like to have dinner with you, ma'am?" his grin only widens when he sees the way your cheeks heat up. Too flustered to even tell him off about the ma'am thing again you clear your throat awkwardly, "it doesn't really matter now thou-"

"I'd love to have dinner with you," Beomgyu says as he leans back on the couch, arms laying comfortably behind his head.

Blinking a few times before you realised what he'd meant you fumble for a response, "but we don't have any electricity or-" Beomgyu shakes his head, "you underestimate me", grinning he gets up from the couch and makes his way towards his kitchen.

Moments later he reappears, arms filled with plenty of snacks that didn't require any electricity to be edible. Plopping them down on the coffee table he adds, "I also got a shit ton of ice cream in my freezer that doesn't have electricity right now, so we better get to work".

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Eating and chatting with Beomgyu proved to be a rather fun past time and you wondered why you hadn't done this before. You found yourself laughing at his dry jokes and snarky remarks about whatever topic you were on.

Despite having very different lifestyles and interests your conversation never seemed to feel boring and before you knew it hours had passed.

As Beomgyu threw a glance at the clock you cleared your throat thinking maybe you'd overstayed your visit. "I, thank you so much for the food and just...everything really," you said a pink blush covering your cheeks as you finished your sentence.

Beomgyu nodded, your previous conversations had led to you mentioning how uncomfortable the power outage had made you feel, and right now you could feel your neighbour's eyes on you. "Will you be okay? I mean with like, going to sleep and stuff?" he asked as he tilted his head slightly.

Nervously chewing at your bottom lip you slowly nod, "I...think so," you tried shrugging it off, "not like I can make the power turn back on just like that anyways". You let out an awkward chuckle as you fiddle with the strands of your hair.

Even though your only source of light comes from the flashlight between the two of you, you can still see how Beomgyu shifts awkwardly on the couch, his confident grin faltering slightly as he speaks. "You could, I mean, if you want to you could...stay over?" he says sheepishly as he runs a hand through his hair.

Parting your lips in shock it takes you a moment to reply, Beomgyu on the other hand is faster, "I mean if you don't want to it's totally okay I understand really," he begins but is shortly cut off by your words as you look up at him, "if, if it's okay with you..?" you say somewhat awkward. Would it be weird to stay over at his place when you barely knew him, probably, however when placed next to the option of returning to your own apartment, the former was a clear winner.

Nodding almost eagerly at your response Beomgyu immediately is on his feet, "I'll go get some extra blankets and pillows". You smile and thank him as you run a hand through your hair. Biting your lower lip you watch him walk between his bedroom to the closet next to his bathroom a few times before stopping in the middle of the living room. Already knowing what he's about to say you stop him before he can get a word out, "I'll be fine on the couch, don't worry."

Beomgyu opens his mouth to reply but frowns, "are you sure, you can have my bed I don't mind," but you shake your head. "No don't be silly it's your bed, trust me this couch is more than enough," you pat the spot on the couch next to you as if to demonstrate and Beomgyu lets out a defeated sigh as he walks over and places the blankets down along with a few pillows.

Not only would you feel uncomfortable taking his bed from him when he was so kind as to let you stay over but the things you'd heard him do there, you don't think you could ever fall asleep.

The two of you get ready for bed in silence and exchange goodnights as Beomgyu softly shuts the door to his bedroom. Despite being alone in the dark living room you somehow felt a lot more at ease knowing you neighbour was just behind a door, it didn't take you long to fall into a deep slumber.

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It was still dark outside when you woke up from the urge of having to use the bathroom. Quietly you made your way across the living room over to the bathroom, to your delight the power seemed to have gotten back on during the night as a warm light greeted you when you opened the bathroom door.

After washing and drying your hands again you tiptoed your way back to the couch in an attempt not to wake Beomgyu, when you heard a noise coming from his bedroom as you passed his door you stilled. Holding your breath you thought you'd somehow managed to accidentally wake him despite your efforts to be quiet.

Though as you heard his soft moans echoing off the walls in the bedroom you immediately froze. It wasn't like you hadn't heard him before, and enjoyed it, but this time the sounds were so much closer, he was so much closer. You could clearly make out the way your name fell from his lips in quiet whimpers and even the rustling of sheets as he turned in bed.

This was probably the closest you would ever be, you thought. Without thinking about the matter further you pushed his bedroom door open. Your eyes had already adjusted to the dark on your small trip back from the bathroom and you could easily make out his figure on the bed.

Back pressed against the mattress, one of his legs in a hooked position as his foot dug into the bed, his right hand keeping a firm and steady pace on his leaking cock. His head was thrown back onto his pillow, adams apple bobbing as the same sinful noises you'd been hearing at night left his lips. Occasionally he'd buck his hips up into his hand followed by a grunt.

Standing in the doorway you felt your core throb at the sight in front of you, and he had yet to notice that you were there, too lost in his own pleasure. Slowly you crept forward until you were next to his bed, his eyes were closed as his face scrunched up in ecstasy. In the dark your hand finds his, wrapped around the head of his cock. His eyes snap open when you wrap your hand around his, stroking him slowly. "Need any help with that?" you ask, not exactly expecting a reply when he breathes out a soft,

"Yes please, ma'am".

read part three here :3

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[juelzsstuff]

Telling armin about your crush (spoiler it's him)

!sfw! idk how to write i didn't pass english class dont come at me.

you two were best friends since childhood and you've always had a crush on him even a little more than a crush and the two of you never spared any details when it came to your lives. you often hungout with jean, connie and sasha and mostly went on missions with their group. you two were talking around a camp fire to catch up after everyone had gone off to sleep, too deep in conversation to head to bed.

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"imagine if the captain saw us up still, he'd probably make us dig each others grave" you say laughing quietly. "yeah i know but hey at least we wouldn't be dying along as a titan snack" he smiled back at the thought of you two being buried next to each other with matching headstones. A memory sparks in your mind, "omg i forgot to tell you", you turn toward him ready to spill your latest gossip, something you two did regularly. "i went out to go do my cleaning in the mess hall and i saw the hottest man i have ever seen in my entire life and okay so my first thought was holy shit, my second was the realization that i looked like i just crawled out of a pile of horse shit and i was already staring at him and yk what this man did" you pause covering your face in embarrassment. armin has a huge smile on his face waiting to hear how badly you fumbled, "what did he do?" you slide your hands off your face and turn toward him putting a hand on his leg to brace yourself from what you are about to admit "he came up to me because i'm staring still and said 'are you okay, did you come from the infirmary?' and i just made a weird noise that was supposed to be words and walked off". armin starts laughing trying to hold back, "you need serious help, there's no coming back from that y/n", you respond half laughing half fake crying "I KNOW". the laughter dies down and armin speaks up "so what did he look like?" you try to think of what he looked like and draw a blank, only remember some key points, "he had like brown hair and was sort of tall definitely shorter than you.....i guess now that i think about it, i really didn't see his face so he was probably average looking. not really my type". armin chuckles and he asks, "so what is your type then".

you think for a moment, a pang of anxiety runs through you. you've always pushed down your feelings for him and just enjoyed your friendship but tonight you might as well get a little bold. you think for a moment and look up at the starry sky, "i like smart guys yk? like the ones who aren't just a feral idiot ready to pick a fight or so full of themselves that it's annoying and weird". "blondes are okay too, my favorite actually" you say while stealing a glance at him, he's looking down at the ground and not really paying attention. so you keep talking "i've had a crush on this one guy but either he's oblivious or he's not interested so i've given up and so ive gone for the opposite type". armin looks at you intrigued, "a crush? like a serious one or like i barley saw his face and i made a weird noise one?" he says holding back a smile, his perfect teeth flashing for only a second. you nudge his shoulder and roll your eyes, "like a serious one". "can i guess who it is?", a nervous zap runs through your body and all your confidence is running out the window. armin seems to notice and is now even more excited and confident in his conclusion. he speaks with pure certainty, "it's reiner isn't it?"

your face drops and all the anxiety you had before has become straight disappointment, the only thought in your mind: omg he's an idiot. how is the smartest man in the scouts really this oblivious, you might as well have said your crushes name started with a ar and ended with a min. well maybe he knew what you were trying to say and he's giving you an out. it's too late now, time to commit or dig that grave you two were talking about earlier. you sigh and look at him in his sky blue eyes, "do you seriously not know? i'm talking about you armin" he sits there eyes wide and a blush on his cheeks, "w-what? me?" "yes who else, seriously? don't say you actually thought i was into reiner" you say sheepishly. armins heart is beating fast, he never thought you would think of him that way in a million years and all of a sudden his dreams have come true. all the years he spent listening to you talk about boys and his attempt to shove down his feelings for you and try to fall for another girl no longer mattered. all the times he got excited when you came to talk to him and no one else, every time you accidentally brushed his hand and it went straight to his soul. it now means something more than before but now his brain has basically stopped working and he might as well be dreaming. you talk again as you watch his brain short circuit "i love you armin and i always have, more than just a friend". he doesn't look at you and looks up at the camp fire with a smile and says, " i love you more than you know y/k, everything about you is so perfect. i always told myself anything you need i would be there first before anyone or.... any other guy could be. i would listen to you talk about the guys you see or liked and i would make a note in my brain of how maybe i could do the same so you'd talk about me and get that same look in your eyes". he chuckles, "one time i even tried to style my hair differently and i unbuttoned a few buttons on my uniform but the captain saw it before you could. that was the day i had to run laps till i collapsed". he smiles and hesitates before looking at you, soaking in your features in the moonlight contrasting with the dim coals of the bonfire. he speaks softly and tucks a strand of hair behind or ear, "you're so beautiful, i thought it was too good to be true". you blush and lean closer to him, the two of you like magnets. you stop inches away from his face, feeling his breath hitch and you look up at him and see his eyes closed. he's nervous, how cute, you wonder if he's ever kissed a girl before but that's better to ask after. you close the distance and his body relaxed and you melt into it with him, his hands reach up and hold your face so lightly. you've always wondered what it would be like, what he would be like and it's even better than you imagined.

[eldritch-spouse]

HI AGAIN. Ever since I found your blog and also sent a totally normal ramble abt cannibalism I've been just. Gently tossing your guys back and forth in my head. You're a wonderful writer and I'm always excited to see you on my dash!!

Gonna throw my hat in as asking an actual question- How would your guys fare if their obsession had a particularly weird or morbid interest? I get the vibes that some of them would most certainly encourage it but I also feel like Vinnel would hit me with a hammer if I panic infodumped about ebola-

[Hellow, glad to see you again! Also, I know you probably just forgot, but "your guys" encompasses way too many characters to talk about at once, so I'll assume you were going for TCE staff.]

Morell especially likes hearing about your cannibalism infodumps. They're actually useful to him, since he's going to be living with you, and he needs to know what he can and can't feed you, as well as a possible child between you. It's actually interesting stuff, he'd like it if you talked about it to his family too, you're a smart piggy. Any other topics are usually met with less enthusiasm (unless kitchen/food related), and he'll ask you to quit it if you start talking too much about mushrooms. Overall, it's nice background noise to work to.

Patches is all about infodumping. In fact, you're subjected to it often too, even if he doesn't always stop to explain basic concepts you'd need to understand his rambling. He'll give you a recorder he has, so he can keep the sound of that boundless enthusiasm in your voice forever. He's much more participative than the others, asking various questions and tossing random scenarios at you that'll prompt you to learn even more. There's a potential he'll get distracted and stop working to just research this with you the whole day.

Gallon loves a weirdo -No offense- Feel free to dump all that morbidity on him, he soaks it up like a sponge (so does Martin, be careful). Although he prefers to let you speak unhindered, only egging you on when it seems you're getting passionately angry about things, there's a chance Gallon may begin his own little tidbit sharing regarding a variety of poisons and toxins. He's selective with what he lets slip, but figures it could interest you.

Santi likes listening to you. Doesn't matter what it's about. There's only one thing he doesn't want you to morbidly talk to him about, anything featuring kids. Other than that, you think a rant about the intricacies of cannibalism's effects will kill his mood? Hah, nice try. He usually doesn't have anything smart to say, but may actually pitch in with some first hand details if you mention something sexual and morbid.

Let's face it, this is going in one of Grimbly's eardrums and out the other. Unless, you can talk like you're in a true crime podcast, then he's all ears. Grimbly typically responds to these interests by bragging to others about how his Mommy's "so smart" and "cultured" and he learns so much with you! You should start a YouTube channel!

Nebul likes to hear what you think is morbid. He'll let you ramble when you've been good enough to earn his attention, or if it allows you to keep obeying him. He has his own morbidities to share with you, as a wraith who has seen the darkest parts of many a mind. Surely, you of all people would be fascinated to know how the brain reacts to very invasive types of trauma only some monsters can inflict...

Vinnel will use this to his advantage during shows. You're placed in dangerous games where the whole goal is for you to explain said morbid concepts to the audience while Vinnel or Jingles try to destabilize you so you'll fall into painful contraptions or get cut/bruised/undressed. Sometimes Vinnel pays attention to your infodumps, other times he openly doesn't, it's a coin toss.

Belo sincerely discourages you from seeking such dark information in your brain. A lesser's mind is like a canvas, and it shouldn't be furnished with such desolate knowledge... If your morbid interests somehow can shine a glimmer of positivity or utility, the angel will be a little more inclined to letting you keep pursuing these topics. Otherwise, Belo actively attempts to distract you.

Sybastian doesn't understand about 80% of what you're about to tell him, but he has all the time in the world to sit and listen to his favorite person spit words. He's not verbally communicative during these episodes, but he may clap depending on how impressive the information is, and he remembers things you say enough to sometimes present you with paraphernalia vaguely related to the topics of your morbid interests.

Fank-e is a good bet because he can add onto your information in real time, or correct small detail you may get them wrong. He's generally happy to give you links to more information sources and try to match your level of knowledge, uncaring of how dark the subject theme may be.

If there's one thing you can infodump to Krulu about, it would be diseases. Plagues and ailments of several types are his specialty, the chances of him imparting bits of knowledge you absolutely should not possess on this matter are high. Another thing you may infodump to him about is corvids. It gets him in very favorable moods, surprisingly.

[oompaloompadidu]

Heyyyy,can I request Akutagawa x fem reader. Every time I search for it I get these pure,soft,innocent,skinny and fragile girls and im like "guys?? Who's this y/n? Cuz it sure ain't me! " so can you make her all the opposites of these traits please? Have a good day❣️❣️

THIS IS MY FIRST REQUEST FOR AKU AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH THANKS FOR ASKING IT!!

I UNDERSTAND YOU DEEPLY I HAVE THE SAME PROBLEM (not for the body but for everything else I'm always like "wtf that's not me" so yeah)

Anyway, usually I don't describe the reader's body and I think it should be ok if you're chubby or skinny cuz I don't specify. Also I think it wouldn't really change anything about if you could be in an organization like the Ada or the pm so it should be ok.

I hope you'll like it! <3

𝘿𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝙈𝘼𝙆𝙀 𝙈𝙀 𝙁𝙀𝙀𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎. 𝙄 ��𝘼𝙎 𝘽𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙉 𝙄 𝘿𝙄𝘿𝙉'𝙏.

"𝘠/𝘯! 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴… 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦…"

He wakes up in the middle of the night, his breath irregular and heavy, he felt his body covered of cold sweat, his hand clenching on the shirt he sleeps in. He starts coughing, doing so for a very long while, he even started tasting blood in his throat. Thankfully Gin is still asleep. Sometimes he wonders how she can sleep so peacefully, even when there are noises around her.

He thinks again at the dream. He saw you, he's good at remembering faces, and he obviously can remember every little feature of yours. your eyes, your lips, your smirk. He always wanted to ask you how you could keep that smirk all the time. Didn't your face get tired at some point? You must have quite the muscles in your cheeks to keep it all day. He never had the courage to ask it, though. He would probably look ridiculous asking such a weird thing. You were the only one who managed to make him think such strange things. He can hear your mocking laugh already. He shakes his head, trying to stop thinking about it. How many things he would want to tell you, he just fears you to think he's weird and leave him. He knows you're able to. You don't need him. You're fine by yourself. After all, you never showed any sign that you needed him... "Y/n..." Your name leaves his lips almost unconsciously, sleep taking over him again as he lays back down on his futon. Every evening, when he leaves the port mafia building, he sees you while you interrogate prisoners. He always fears that it'll be the last time he sees you. Not because he thinks any of you is going to die, but because he fears you're an hallucination of his. To him, you're too perfect to be real.Sometimes you look at him as well, but he turns around fastly and just walk away. He talked to you just a few times, for missions or in meetings, but he remembers every detail of your voice and the way you act. Something about you captures him. It makes him feel vulnerable. And he hates it. To be liked from you, he must be strong. He's sure you'd never like someone weak or emotional. He's sure... He's right...? While he thinks about it he falls asleep again.

The next morning, when he goes to work with Gin, he sees you at a cafe and instantly try to change direction. He doesn't know why, but even if he likes you, he somehow fears you. He suddenly stops walking when he sees you waving a hand at him, making him and his sister sign to sit with you. He stays still, then Gin drags him to youtable and he stares at you quietly, not knowing what to say. Thankfully, you're the one who starts a conversation. "Ryunosuke, I just couldn't help but notice you always try to avoid me. Why is it, am I so uncomfortable to be around with?" You ask with a soft, yet cold smile.

Ryunosuke. Other that Gin you are the only one who ever called him that.

He realizes he has to answer and clears his throat, trying to keep his voice neutral. "No, no, it's not that." It was true, indeed. He liked you, he just fears you a little bit. He fears that you make him weak.

"I see." He looses his gaze in your eyes when you let your smile softening slightly, an expression he never saw on your face. He loves it. He must keep a straight face, but, God, how hard it's getting to do so.

"sit here, please" you gesture to the chair in front of you with a hand, and Gin smiles a bit —she leaves you two alone since she knows about her brother's crush on you.

He turns around looking at her leaving, a baffled expression on his face, almost betrayed from his sister's absence in such an uncomfortable moment for him. He takes a sit in front of you, tapping his fingers on his thigh avoiding to look directly in your eyes, even if he still keeps a cold expression.

"I couldn't help but wonder how come you avoid me so much." You say smiling, even if the smile seeps to hide something, so subtly one could almost not notice. "It could make me sad, you know?"

His head snaps up and he suddenly looks at you with his gray eyes "could it?" He realizes just after that it sounded way too hopeful, and that it did not help to keep up his pokerface.

You chuckle amused, clearly knowing already that he has this thing about you. "Oh, it could. It did already" you say smirking slightly "but who knows, maybe you can help that"

He stares at you with almost wide eyes, shallowing "...what?"

"ah, did I confuse you? So sorry" you say, playful voice mixed to a sultry tone. you get up, take your bag and walk away.

He stays there, his eyes not leaving the spot you where just a few seconds ago. He is confused. Well, he knows what you were implying but... He still was confused.. did he just imagine that you wanted to say that? Is he being delusional?... He realizes a lot of time has passed only when Gin comes back and asks him what happened, question he can't answer. He just gets up and start walking with her again, trying to forget what happened. How could he, though? He just heard what he always wished to, even if it was just implied...

That night je could not sleep at all. All he heard was your voice telling him that "he could help that". It keeps repeating in his mind, and he could just not close his eyes. He grabs his coat (of course the coat 🙄) and leaves the apartment, making sure to not wake Gin up.

After almost half an hour he knocked at your door, hoping you would be awake even at this hour of the night. He's surprised to see you opening the door, and even more when you're just in a t-shirt an underwear. He can't help but stare at you while you let him step in the house and close the door behind you. "So? What's up?"

He look at your face for a while, then mutter "I was just thinking... about what you said... if I..."

You stop him tapping your foot on the floor "I meant that."

"..." He stares at the floor for a while, then whisper, almost unsure if he wanted to ask it or not "then... could I..."

"could you what?~" you ask smiling.

Shit. He knows you know what he wants. You're just doing it to torture him. "I... Can I...?" He shivers when he feels your hand on his cheeks and hears you saying "you can". He almost instantly snaps and push you against a wall, kissing you. He's never done it before. He knows he won't be good at it. He doesn't care. He has what he wants now, you allowed him to have you.

PS: I got a bit carried away, I hope you still like it (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

[fbfh]

Tony stark x daughter!reader where reader got SA'd and is having a hard time telling her dad?

usa/english/rainn hotline 1-800-656-4673 (also european hotlines, 46 countries listed).

first of all anon I want to give you the biggest most sincere virtual hug. absolutely we can talk about what an amazing dad Tony is, especially under these circumstances. (disclaimer that I don't have much if any experience writing about SA/SA trauma, I did some reasearch and as with all topics I don't have much experience in, pls take this with a grain of salt and feel free to send feedback if you'd like <3 /p)

Tony knows something is off with you immediatley. he's had a weird feeling he can't shake, but Pepper keeps dismissing it as more anxiety. When he first sees you after what happened, his stomach drops. He knows something is wrong, he knows his baby isn't okay, and he is going to make things right no matter what happened. You normally have such an easy time talking to him, but now you can't, and he knows it's serious. He doesn't press you for details right away (after asking if you're okay and doing all the usual dad check in stuff), but he knows you need him. He pulls you into a warm, comforting hug and rubs your back. You can hear the thrum of his arc reactor syncing with his heartbeat, and the white noise is so soothing and comforting and he's such a good dad who loves you so much it all makes you cry again.

"What happened?"

He asks so seriously, you know he understands the gravity of the situation. You try to tell him, but you get all choked up again, and you just... can't. He holds you and comforts you, rubbing your back and talking to you until you start to feel better.

"Hey, hey, hey. It's okay. It's okay." He says in that dad voice that snaps you out of your spiraling thoughts. "You don't have talk about anything yet if you're not ready. Okay?"

You nod, and he wipes your tears away. His hands smell a little like metal, and you know he's been working on his suits.

"Tell you what. Why don't we get some shwarma delivered from that place a few blocks over, we'll pick out a couple movies - what was that one you said you wanted to show me? The really bad one with the birds?"

You nod, but you don't laugh. He wraps you up in his blue hoodie, and has Jarvis call to order your food. He stays close to you, sending Pepper a message to cancel everything he has to do right now, the penthouse is on lockdown until this is resolved. He stays close to you, making sure you feel safe. He wants more than anything to know what happened, who hurt you, what was said or done to upset you like this. While your food is on the way and the movie is loading, the penthouse is quiet aside from your muffled sobs. Tony holds you, rocks you gently, comforts you. After a while, he pulls back enough to wipe your tears away and look at you. He gives you that dad look, the serious heart to heart one.

"I want to make this, whatever it is, better." He states, and you know he means it. He would move heaven and earth for you without hesitation, and he has in the past, and he'll do it again.

"But you need to tell me what's going on. I can't fix the problem if I don't know what it is."

Everything about your dad is so comforting, it makes your throat tighten up and your eyes well up with tears again. You try to explain through choked out, shuddering sobs, but you just can't get the words out.

"Okay, okay," Tony comforts you, bringing up one of his holographic screens he uses for work. A translucent glowing holographic keyboard appears in front of you.

"Why don't you try writing it out?" He offers, hoping that will be easier.

By the time you're done writing out what happened, you look over at him. You're almost scared for a moment, a part of your racing anxiety worried that he won't believe you, or he'll blame you, or-

"Thank you for telling me."

he pulls you into an even tighter hug, holding you close, and his voice shakes as he speaks.

"You did the right thing by telling me, okay?" He comforts you and reassures you that it's not your fault, that you're safe, and that he is never, ever going to let that happen again. Through every battle and alien invasion, you've never seen your dad this protective, this pissed on your behalf.

He gets a little more information from you, the location, the time, if you know who it was. He hacks into anything and everything with a camera until he finds the son of a bitch who hurt you. Then he sends out the drones. He has Stark drones, armed to the teeth, follow the bastard's every move, monitoring him while Tony gets everything together. He gets you counciling and resources, he calls you out of work or school or whatever so you have some time home to recover. If you want to file a police report, believe me he will get it filed immediately. If you don't want to, Tony has other ways of getting your attacker off the streets and away from you for good. Maybe he plants classified shield information on him and gets him thrown in a maximum security prison, maybe he pays someone to blast him into another universe. You don't really know the details, and you don't really want to. All you know is that your dad comes into your room after "making a few calls", and informs you that he's never, ever going to bother you again.

He does whatever you need him to do so you feel as safe and empowered as possible. Your suit gets upgraded, security systems get maxed out, and Tony finds a way to hook Jarvis up to keep an eye on your vitals.

"I'll get a ping if your adrenaline or cortisol spike, or if anything else looks iffy." he explains, hooking up the new system. "Even if it's just a stressful day, I'll know what kind of ben and jerry's to bring you."

You thank him again, and he hugs you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"I love you, kid."

[forwhump]

a/n; as per usual : sorry I’m posting & also WHAT THE HELL TO EVERYBODY THAT HAS BEEN SO SO SO NICE TO ME ABOUT MY LITTLE GUYS 😭😭😭 bffs forever no take backs

& in honour of being bff’s have another point thing >:) as a treat

tw/cw: dehumanization, rape, noncon, transphobia, misgendering, captivity, kidnapping, psychological torture, sexual violence, grievous bodily harm, skinning

creepy whumper, living weapon whumpee, kinda implied violence against animals but “the dog” is actually a man

That fuckin’ dog massacres ten of Point’s men before he puts enough bullets in its brain that it finally stops moving.

Ten.

He stands amongst carnage, the ruin of his men smeared across the floors and walls of the unit. The dog is dead at his feet, but that doesn’t mean anything. It’ll be back, ‘cause it always comes back. It’ll be taken to see the fuckin’ Pet Sematary poindexters and they’ll bring their precious sack of shit back to life.

Point’s men will all remain dead. The dog kills ten people, Point’s people, innocent people, and it doesn’t even get put down, not really. Point’s men work guard detail, they’ve never killed anybody, and they don’t get a second chance. They’re all just dead.

He lifts his head slowly, looking at the insubordinate super freaks through red mist. How fuckin’ spoiled. How fuckin’ ungrateful. Looking at him now, eyes wide with terror. What a fuckin’ joke. They saved these people, each of them. Sincerely. The girl’s brother was a crackhead, for fucks sake, and now he’s got all his teeth. What does he have to complain about? The dog was pieced together with scraps from death row. Maybe that’s where they went wrong with it. Maybe the meat was always rotten.

He takes a breath through his nose and it smells like a butcher shop. He looks slowly at the girl and he can barely look at her. He’ll make her cry, but he thinks she’s gonna be face down while he does it. “I told you,” he says slowly, “to keep that thing on a shorter leash.”

She isn’t looking at him, but at the carcass of her dog. It’s disgusting, her fuckin’ fetish for that thing. It’s a fuckin’ dog, and even then, just barely. “You’ll pay for what it’s done,” he says.

She lifts her head slowly. “Darren,” she breathes, and he can’t help the disgusted noise he makes. He’d only told her his name because in the moment, he’d wanted to hear her say it. She abuses the right, and she’ll be punished for that, too.

He looks away, back down at the dog, but instead, he’s looking at hardwood.

“Darren,” she repeats, and her voice is weird. Her accent is wrong.

“What?” He says, and lifts his head, and he’s looking at his wife.

She smiles down at him, hands folded under the prominent swell of her stomach. He’d completely forgotten she was even pregnant. He’d been under for a lot of months this time.

“Still waking up a little bit?” She teases. He’s sitting on the couch in his living room, in his home above ground, sunlight filtering in through the windows. The world always feels way too bright for the first few days.

“I guess so,” he says.

She laughs, pushing his hair back as she presses a kiss to the top of his head. “I think we should start talking names when you’re a little more awake,” she says. “Just in case you’re not here for the birth.”

“I will be,” Darren says. He adds, anyway, “I’ve always liked the name Wren.”

“Wren?” She repeats, and tilts her head thoughtfully. “That’s so cute. How’d you think of Wren?”

He forces himself to smile at her. “You don’t think I can come up with cute names?”

She laughs again. “I just didn’t expect your one suggestion to be such a knockout,” she says. “Wren might be a strong contender.”

His smile is a little less unnatural this time. “Good.”

The girl chokes out a sob, and Point grins a little wider. “You’re doing so good,” he coos softly. “You’re being such a good girl for me.”

She tries to turn her head and he grabs her by the jaw. “You look at me when I fuck you,” he tells her. She sobs again. It makes him smile, and he smiles until he lifts his head to look at her dog. There isn’t much left of it, but it’s still snarling. Spirited, that thing. “You,” he tells it. “Look at me, too, when I fuck her.”

The dog tries to lunge and a meat hook rips a huge chunk of flesh out of his left side. The dog howls, and the girl sobs so hard Point can feel it in every nerve ending in his body. He groans. He can’t help it.

“Please,” she sobs. She presses her bound hands into his chest and the gentle touch, the unusually nonviolent touch makes him groan again. “Please. You’re hurting him.”

“He’s hurting himself,” Point says. “I have no hand in that.”

“Please,” she sobs.

Her dog is feral. How is that any fault of Point’s?

It had been stored in this room for a long time, out of the way, out of Point’s hair, where it wasn’t a danger to anybody. The girl had been missing it, and Point had been paying it visits, so he knows it missed her, too.

He thought it might be nice for it to see her again. He was doing them both a service, really.

It’s pulled most of the meat out of its left side and it’s skinned nearly everything else in its desperation to get free. It’s a big dog, strong, feral and bloodthirsty, and even down here, even alone, they didn’t trust it. It had been held to its place against the wall with meat hooks, with steel cables woven through the gaps between its bones. It pulls, it breaks bone, it peels skin away from muscle and meat and away from bone but they’d be so careful with it. It mutilates itself but it does not get free. It will bleed to death before it does. They’d been careful to make sure of that.

He watches it bleed all over the place, and then he looks down at the girl, at the mess she’s become beneath him, flush with crying, pleated skirt pushed up around her waist. She’s fuckin’ unreal, this girl, and he shouldn’t even have to fight that thing for her. What kinda hot girl fucks dogs? Point always finds himself falling for the crazies.

He looks at her dog again. He can see through its rib cage on its left side. “Sit,” he commands, and whistles it through his teeth. “Down, boy. Be a good dog and watch how good your girl takes my cock.”

Its lip curls back from its teeth and it might paint a frightful picture if it weren’t hardly more than howling, twitching meat. “You’re a fuckin’ freak,” it snarls, and he might as well have doused Point in lighter fluid for how immediately Point is consumed in smouldering, white hot rage.

“The talking fuckin’ dog thinks I’m a freak?” He spits, and the girl cries out from beneath him. “Shut up,” he hisses at her.

“Please,” she tries again, but now he’s not happy. If this girl had a fatal flaw, it would be her stupid, sack of shit mutt, that’s for sure.

“Shut up,” he snaps, and leans his weight on one forearm so he can crack his fist into her wet face.

He puts too much weight into it, and her head hits the concrete beneath her too hard. She goes limp, and that’s not what he wanted at all. “Fuckin’ whore,” he snaps.

The dog roars and Point doesn’t look at it.

He pulls out of the girl just long enough to turn her onto her stomach. He pulls her hips up and her skirt down and lifts his head to look at the dog as he pushes back inside her. Its desperate, howling sounds are starting to get really wet. It shreds more of its flesh.

“Get the fuck away from him,” it snarls, and Point still isn’t happy, but he grins.

“What are you gonna do, big guy?” He asks. “Bleed?”

The muscles of its chest are almost all visible, and the way they move as it pants is kind of a turn off. He has to look back down at the girl, only ever this well behaved when she’s unconscious.

“I’m not gonna kill you,” the dog tells him, low and rough. “But you’re gonna wish I had.”

“Is that what you think,” Point asks, “tough guy?”

He lifts his head, looking up at the nurse, her eyes crinkled above her pink surgical mask as she lowers his newborn son into his arms. He’s bundled in a blue blanket and a little blue beanie, stitched with the name of the hospital in white. He looks like any other baby Darren’s ever seen, small and unexceptional.

“Congratulations,” the nurse says, and he smiles like he’s supposed to. “He’s beautiful.”

“That’s because he looks like his mother,” he says, and her eyes crinkle again.

“C’mere,” his wife says, weak with birth. He turns to her and her arms are outstretched from the bed. “Let me see my baby.”

“I’m right here,” he says, and she laughs softly.

“C’mere, baby.” She pats the spot next to her, and he settles at her side, their youngest son cradled in his arms. She leans into him, cheek against his arm as she peers down at the baby. Darren doesn’t really know what there is to see; it’s not their first baby, and he looks the same as all the other ones. His wife kisses his arm before she coos down at him like he’s something special, reaching out to hold a tiny foot through a pale blue blanket. “Hi,” she coos to him softly. “Hi, my baby.”

“We make some beautiful babies,” he says, even if they don’t, not especially. “Don’t we?”

“The most beautiful,” she agrees, looking up at him slowly, and she leans up to kiss him before she leans back down to kiss her son. “Right?” She coos to him. “Aren’t you the most beautiful baby in the whole world?”

Point, exhaling softly, says, “fuck. You’re so beautiful.”

The girl looks up at him from his bunk with wide, wet eyes. She’s wearing this little satin slip he’d stolen from his wife ‘cause he thought it would look better on her and he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. He was right.

She has this wide eyed, dazed look to her she always gets when his men were particularly unkind to her. Her mouth is swollen and there’s come tracked down the insides of her thighs, smeared across the dark sheets. She looks holy. She’s the most beautiful thing Point’s ever seen.

“Please,” she says, her voice rough with crying, probably with screaming, too. “Please, I want —“

“I don’t give a shit what you want, cowgirl,” Point tells her, pulling his belt free.

She tries to cower away from him, but there’s nowhere she can go. “Please,” she says, quick and breathless. “Please,” and she sobs. “I’m —“

“I don’t give a shit, cowgirl,” he repeats. “What do you think this is?”

The rise and fall of her chest is enchanting. She’d had her tits surgically removed, for whatever reason, but she’d never been able to fill out the Barbie doll curve of her waist and the way the satin pools in it now makes Point’s mouth water.

“Please,” she tries again, and he doesn’t look into her face but at her stomach, slightly concave, now, beneath the shimmery material. She’s starving again, and something’s gonna have to be done about that soon. It’s hard to keep her fed — if she doesn’t refuse to eat, she doesn’t keep it down.

“You’re so beautiful,” he tells her again, because he can’t really help it.

“Dad,” his son says.

Darren looks down at him, standing in the grass in their obnoxious front yard. This one’s the second oldest, but he doesn’t know how old that is. He can’t tell how old kids are. Somewhere between two and eighteen, probably. This one looks the most like him so Darren likes him the best.

“Yeah?”

The kid is playing with the hem of his shirt, peering up at him from a face framed with Darren’s hair. It’s a beautiful day. The sun is too bright. “Do you have to go back to work soon?”

Darren crouches in front of him slowly, heaving a sigh. He pushes the kid’s hair back from his face. “Yeah, buddy,” he says. “Couple more days.”

“And you’re gonna be gone for a long time?” He asks.

He nods, doing something with his mouth that he thinks looks regretful. “Yeah, buddy,” he says again. “When I go to work, I go to a really secret place really, really far underground. It’s really hard to get there and it’s really hard to come back, so that’s why when I go, I go for a long time.”

“I don’t like when you go for a long time,” he admits.

“I’ll always come back,” Darren tells him.

“What do you do at work?” His son asks. It’s not the first time he’s asked.

“I told you,” he answers, “I do all kinds of things. I work for the government.”

“Can I come to work with you one day?”

“Maybe one day,” he says as he stands.

He looks down at the bleeding mess of the dog at his feet. This stupid, belligerent mutt. This ugly, worthless sack of shit.

“You’re a waste of the skin we made you with,” Point spits.

It’s flat on its back and when it coughs up blood, it almost drowns in it. Point watches closely and revels in its pain.

It had killed six more of his men. Six. His numbers are dwindling and Point doesn’t think he’s ever hated anything as much as he hates this fuckin’ thing.

It bleeds at his feet. Both of its arms had been nearly severed at different points, but still, it lifts a trembling hand from a dark pool of blood, and raises its middle finger.

Point can’t believe the fuckin’ nerve of this thing.

“Once you’re dead,” he says, “I’m gonna carve you open, and I’m gonna fuck your girl in your carcass. I hope this was worth it.”

And he empties his gun into the dog’s face.

[at1nys-blog]

His own Valkyrja

Pairing: fem!Doctor!reader x Hvitserk Ragnarsson

Summary: Valkyrje. They come from the sky to take to Valhalla the warrior that feel in battle but Hvitserk Ragnarsson has his own, very different version of a Valkyrja

A/N: This came to mind while watching Doctor who specials on DIsney+ and I wanted to write a ff for the series since I am back at watching it but I dind't want reader to be the companion so I inverted the roles and made a crossover with my favourite historical Tv Show. Also the TARDIS is referred as she because I felt like doing so.

A/N pt.2: There are a couple of words in Old Norse like já that means yes and Valkyrja/Valkyrje, Old Norse for Valkyria/Valkyrie

The song is in danish/old norse so here a transation of the song

It was a simple day in Kattegat, nothing special was going on, not during winter. During the snowy season there were just talks, talks about what was the best curse of actions to take in the spring. Were they going to plunder back a new Saxon’s city or were they going to discover and plunder a complete new city? This was something only the spring and summer could tell.

The winter wind was blowing, hard and consistent, like an old friend that wants to catch up. Everyone wearing thick coats to protect themselves from the cold weather and in the crowded market of the city, one of the sons of Ragnar was walking around.

The prince, the man or whatever you want to call him, didn’t had a place to be, nor he was really interested in what people sold in their lonely stools. He just needed time for himself, away from his brothers, his mother and the lords who tried their everything to become friends with him.

Walking around the city, head up to the clouds, Hvitserk Ragnarsson didn’t notice when he walked outside the city’s walls. It was when he was at the forest’s door that he was brought back to reality.

Looking behind him, he couldn’t see the city, nor hear the chattering of the market anymore. It was just him, a snowy and grey landscape. His mind wondered if he had to go back, but then he decided to stay out a little bit longer. He knew that if anyone needed him, they were going to send someone to find him.

The landscape was snowy and grey and silent. Too much silence was keeping company to the warrior, he started singing. Sure, between his brothers he knew Sigurd was the most artistic one. He was the one with a nice voice and gentle touch and the one with the mind filled with honey like words, but Hvitserk, he was pretty sure he came in good second.

The song was one that his mother's maiden used to sing to him and the rest of the Ragnarssons, it was about Ymir and was rather short but his favourite nontheless.

The forest too was silent. The trees' leaves weren't rustling; birds did not chirp on top of his singing voice and no animals dared to make a noise. It was like the wild that populated that place was admiring his voice.

Hvitserk performance got interrupted by a leaves rustling, as if someone moved them aside to not trip or to get hurt. The prince tried to find the source of the noise, ready to fight it was from a foe-man or an ally. Some seconds later he saw her, a female figure walking directed straight to north.

Hvitserk was able to get a glance of her, taking him just a couple of details: she couldn't be taller than him, maybe some centimeters shorter, from his standing point he couldn't say for sure; her hair were messy and up in a simple braid. He decided to follow her, from a distance to not scare her away and to be in control in case she was enemy to him and his kingdom.

Hvitserk Ragnarsson notice her choice of style was weird, nothing he had saw before. The coat was too long, coming down on her ankles; her feet covered in a colorful pair of...

"What are those called?" he asked, curios and getting the girl's attention. She turned back in an instant, and she had to close her eyes a little if she didn't want to faint there in front of him. The viking approached her carefully, slow in his step and stepping back every now and then.

"What... what are you talking about?" she spoke his language, if that was the case maybe she wasn't an enemy. He pointed at her feet, asking once more what those things were. Looking down, the unfamiliar presence kept silence for some seconds. "Those are called sneakers but you won't need to learn the name, don't worry." was her answer.

"Sneakers." he repetead on and on, as to grab the essence of the word, as if he was trying to taste the word she just spoke.

"I was trying to search for some more historically appropriate footwear but my space ship had a problem and it dropped in the middle of the forest. You know where I can find a river or a lake? I really need some water right about now." Even though Hvitserk could understand what she was saying he couldn't understand what she was talking about, she had dropped a word he had no idea what it meant, it wasn't in his native language. The stranger could tell he was confused. "right, you don't know what space ship means. Again nothing to worry about or for you to keep in mind."

"You say I don't have to worry about a lot of things and still haven't told me your name. I am prince Hviterser son of king Ragnar and Queen Aslaugh." he introduced himself. The figure smiled.

"You are right, how rude of me to not introduce myself. I am The Doctor, but not the doctor you are thinking. I can't cure people." the more this so called Doctor spoke, the more Hvitserk's mind was in a state of confusion, what was she talking about?

"Then what do you cure?" a smirk appeared on her face and the prince was warry of that, was it a good or bad sign? She streatched out her hand tilting her head on the side, it was a clear invitation to take her hand and follow wherever she was goint to. It took him a quick minute to decide to trust her, if she was there to kill him she should have tried already. Not that he thought she could do it, but he felt like she wasn't as weak as she seemed.

"you have nice skin." he commented with a small smile pictured on his features. It hadn't been a long time since he had touched a woman but her skin felt different, it made him feel different.

"I think I've heard someone singing, was it you?" the viking man answered with a quick já that he was sure she understood. "You have a nice voice. Can you sing me a song? If you don't mind, of course." Hvitserk started to sing, a different and longer song than the one he had sung previously to meet her, with a calmer tune. This one talked about a love story between a Valkyrja and a brave warrior.

Hvitersk kept his eyes on the Doctor, thinking that she resembled a Valkyrie. Just like the divine creature, she had come from the sky, sure in a ship made for the space, but still from the sky. He felt like she had found him, maybe he was dreaming and it was all in his head. He thought, for a moment, that she came into his dreams to foresee his imminent death.

He didn't notice her halting in her steps, bumping into her. Hvitserk apologized and she realized something was wrong with the TARDIS' translation circuit because she couldn't understand what he had told her, pretty much he had apologized but still, the word didn't register in her mind.

The language, the one she knew as Old Norse, sounded like an old song. She loved it, and it made it at the top of her list of favourite language--something her ninth version started--alongside Ancient North Martian and Sittuun.

She looked left and right, as to remember which way to go, where did the TARDIS landed? East or West? Hvitserk noticed she never let go of his hand, not even when she had trouble keeping her balance. Her hand still in his.

They walked some more and the prince kept on singing, he performed three songs since she had asked the first time, and he was about to sing a fourth one when she let go of his hand. Hvitserk felt the cold wind now, his hand felt the cold weather and if she didn't rushed towards a blue box he would have kept his hand in hers. He liked it.

He kept his eyes on her, walking inside and he waited a little bit. For what he didn't know but he felt it wasn't right to get inside without an invite. She came out some minutes later, asking him why he was staying outside.

"I didn't think I could..."

"Nonsense, come on. I want to show you something." and back inside she went. He followed her, slowly. He had the idea it was an ambush, he had to be carefull. "I'm down here" she said when he opened the door. His eyes couldn't believe what he had in front of him. He walked outside, went around the blue box and then back inside. "I know she is..."

"Smaller outside." he comented. His choice of words triggered her, he saw it. She stiffened, just for a second and he was about to ask if she was doing fine but she didn't gave him the time to ask. "You remind me of a friend I've lost." he was about to give her his condolecence but once again she didn't let him talk, it was like she could read his mind. "Is okay, I'm used to that but here. Come."

Hvitserk approached her, and once again The Doctor took his hand and walked him in front of a square object, with colorful moving drawings.

"What is this?" he asked looking at her.

"This, my dear Hvitserk Ragnarsson is what is hidden behind the sky. Do you want to aknowledge what there is outside of this world?" he noticed her eyes were blinking, like all the starts decided to move into her eyes. She looked etheral, out of this world, just like her blue box.

He agreed, why not? He had nothing to do, nothing to loose so he decided to follow her. He would have followed her no matter what and he was fine with it. He had found his Valkyrja.

He walked around the weird looking piece of metal, studying carefully everything. There were letters he couldn't name but at the same time shapes and colors he had seen both in Kattegat and in his travels over the icy seas; there were objects, like mirrors but they never reflected his face but people he had never met. He was fascinated and confused at the same time.

An earthquake shook up the little blue box and he lost balance for a second, finding support on one of the weird object that were surronding the space inside the box. Hvitserk heard her giggle, for a second and then she was back working on whatever there was in the deepths of that box.

"Doctor, so what exactly did you wanted to show me?" he asked still looking around. Everytime he turned he noticed something new and he was curious to find out what it was.

"I wanted to show you..." her head appearing from somewhere below him. "Something amazing, but I need to fix my ship" she commented.

"This doesn't look like a ship at all." he retored and once again he tried to fullfill his curiosity about what she had called a ship.

"Not in the sense of what you are familiar, no is not, but is a different type of ship." she answered back. "is a ship that sails through time and space" she tried to use words he could understand and even if he did know what sail meant, I mean he did that every spring and summer, he couldn't wrap his head around how a thing could sail through time and space. "this ship can go whenever on this Earth and in every time you want: back in the past, or foward in the future."

The future, he wanted to see what the future had in store for him and his brothers. Were they going to realise all their dreams? Were they going to rise the name of their father to fame? Was he going to have a happy life with a good wife and amazing kids?

"Can we go the future? Not that far into that, just a couple of years." he asked, this time is full attention on his Valkyrja. She smiled. A nice and warm smile.

"Sadly the TARDIS doesn't work like that. Is like she gives me a mission everytime I set her gears on. She sents me when I am needed." another word he couldn't understand but he remember what she had told him before do not worry, and he did not.

"So you are needed here?"

"Not really. My ship needs some time to fix herself. I think she decided the safest place to land was in..."

"Kattegat, 818 AD." he stated. She repeated his words. "Why here?" he asked. Kattegat wasn't the safest option, he knew that. Not when the city feared invasions from basically everyone.

"I might know a lot but this is something I can't tell. Maybe this old lady..." prince Hvitserk followed her every move while she was speaking. "...planned our meeting." she joked, laughing at it. But Hvitersker was pretty sure Urd, Verdandi and Skuld had worked their web to let the two of them. The warrior made a note to himself to leave some offerring to the Norns to thank them for this opportunity. "Now, would you mind show me around?"

He didn’t mind, the more Hvitserk Ragnarsson was alongside her, the happier he was.

Roaming around the market’s stalls it was his time to feed her curiosity. Every question she asked he had the answer, well most of the times.

Everything was going on pretty good until his older brother, Ubbe, whistled to get his attention, he really wanted to run back in the forest to avoid uncomfortable questions from him and the younger of the Ragnarssons.

“Ubbe.” He simply said asking with his eyes to not say anything inappropriate. “Ivar.” He added turning to the the younger of the four brothers.

“Who is she?” Asked the older viking. He took her hand in his and gave it a quick peck—he had learned this during a trip in Wessex—making the Doctor giggle.

“Such a gentleman Ubbe Ragnarsson.”

“Thank you my lady.” Was his throw back(?)

After a quick introduction, whit Hvitserk lying about her name being Brynild like one of the Valkyrje, Ivar invited her to have dinner with them so the two of them and their mother could know more about Hvitserk’s new friend.

“I see if I can attend dinner with your family but I won’t promise anything. But thank you for the invite Prince Ivar.” The title feeded his ego more than enough, the younger prince was happy and limped back from where he came with a soft thank you; Ubbe rolled his eyes and after another act of cavalry he followed in tow his brother.

“I’m sorry for them.” Apologized the second born.

“Is okay. I think the TARDIS is ready. Do you want to live an adventure outside the ordinary?” The viking wanted to tell her that just meeting her was out of the ordinary, sure in a positive way, but still out of this world situation.

“Lead the way, my lady.” And with that they went back into the forest, hand in hand. Hvitserk asking more questions and the Gallifreyan never saying a word.

Hvitserk woke up with a strong head pain, memory of what he thought a dream flooding his mind. He pinched the bridge of his nose in an attempt to relieve a little the pain he was feeling, not noticing his brothers, Ubbe and Björn were looking for him.

"Here you are. Queen Aslaugh wants you home." started Björn and without giving him the time to get up he left for Kattegat on his own. Ubbe, on the other side, took a seat next to his brother and with a smirk on his face asked him if he had fun all that time he was missing.

Hvitserk had to lie, nodding his head yes. He didn't know how to explain that he didn't know where she went, and what happened between the two of them, he thought saying they had some private time together was easier.

"How was she? Do you think I can have her one day?"

"I don't think. She told me she found Kattegat by accident" that was not a lie, well not completely. "and besides she has to take care of her family so I don't think she has much free time."

"What a shame. Well, at least you managed to get her. But do tell, was she good?" That was the only thing Ubbe cared to know, then again is about a viking man we are talking about.

Hvisterk rolled his eyes and smacked his brother to his chest, a way to ask him to shut up and that he wasn't going to give him details about it.

Weeks passed and Hvitserk had made it a routine to check the market from the main door of the Great Hall. Watching carefully to see if she was coming back anytime soon.

Then months passed and he realized she was not coming back to Kattegat, he needed to move on. But then it came one day, one beautiful spring day where he saw her, or so he thought, because that woman in the market looking for a pin to use for her hair looked almost ideantical to his Valkyrja. What was more astonoshing was the fact she had fall in love with the prince. Hvitserk decided to take it as a sign from the Gods and after a couple of weeks they got married.

Spending nights together, it was not a surprise to hear his wife giving him the news she was with child and Hvitserk was the happiest to hear it. He had told his brothers first. Björn patted his back, proud of him; Ubbe smirked and laughed at his own words when he said that the little brother had been working hard and Ivar just smiled, happy for his older brother. Then when his mother found out, she decided to throw a party, all Kattegat was welcomed to celebrate the news.

Nine months later, or so, Hvitserk's daughter was born. A beautiful and healty baby girl. Hvitserk looked at her with stars in his eyes, she was going to be his first priority from now on.

"How do you want to call her?" asked one of the women that helped his wife deliver the little girl.

"Brynhildr" he said without esitation. The couple didn't talked about the name but that sounded a good fit for the girl. "I like Brynhildr." he added. He started cooing at his daughter, making her giggle and wrapping her little hand on his big pinky.

"She loves you already." said his wife, a weak giggle leaving her lips. "She is going to be a daddy's girl. Boys will be terrified to ask for her hand" she joked.

"She is going to grow into a fine woman." he commented and gave it back to the one who gave her to him, so that the new addiction to the family could spend time with her mother.

Hvitserk left the little house, taking in the cold weather of the winter season, looking up to the sky he closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again.

"I might not see you again, my Valkyrja, but the memory will be always be with until my very end." Was it then, that his brothers came to take him out to drink. He just had a daughter, it was a good enought reason to celebrate.

[parental-unit-of-chaos]

Lines drawn in Charcoal : Jason Todd x Male Reader.

This will be the frist writing I've ever posted online, so I hope at least some one enjoys this. @n0cturna1-m3 here ya go!

Cw: mentions of scars, childhood truama, past truama in general, body image issues and self image issues.

Living in a safehouse with Jason has a roommate had it's ups and downs, no matter how many years you've know Jason. It was no secret he had been through a lot, only a small drop of that pain he's shared. Most he keeps in his head, if to remind himself he is still alive or to torture himself to stay in control. You were never sure.

That's what made scenes like this sobering, reminding you that he's still the sweet Jason under all the walls he built up. The Jason that no matter how much he tries to hide it, to cage it, he has a heart bigger than himself. This morning, Jason choose to spend in his favorite reading spot. Slumped in the red padded chair that caught his eye, while walking past the antique store. The thought of leaving the chair or even moving an inch, melted away has soon has your fluff ball decided to join him.

The cat had falling asleep purring hours ago; Jason's attention was only focused on the book that he was half way through. And where were you? You were sat on the couch with your sketchbook and charcoal pencils, capturing each soft and rough line of the handsome man.

Making sure to get every detail and proportion right; his sharp jawline, the soft lines of his lips, his brows knitted in concentration. More importantly how relaxed he was, where he wasn't on edge and paranoid. That the next corner he turns someone will be someone with a gun pointing at him, or worse, someone he cares about.

During one of the times you were looking down at your sketchbook, Jason finally pulled out of the fantasy world he was so engrossed in. Probably from the not so subtle sound of the pencils dragging in short or long strokes on the paper.

' Whatcha drawing now?' he inquired, with his own hypothesis that you were drawing the fluffy croissant in his lap. 'Just my world' you replied causing a sign to leave Jason's lungs at how cryptic the answer was. Sure it still could very well still be the cat, you drew the little whiskered demon everytime she was still. With the vague answer though, it could be a sketch of the city, to your favorite food.

' Ya gonna give me any hints or am I gonna have to geuss on my own?', Jason knew you loved when people tried to geuss what you were drawing. He also loved the weird ass guinea pig like noise that came from your throat, when someone didn't geuss correctly. 'the sketch is of a living thing' now you were intentionally being vague to draw out the game.

' Let me geuss, is it the ball of fluff in my lap? That for some reason, you took one look at, and named spleens??', Jason interrogates with a humored toned. The unique chuckle coming from your vocal cords, was he needed to hear to know he was wrong. 'for the record I explained why I named her spleens, when I first brought her home with me. And Nope! It's a human, a handsome and strong one at that'.

Handsome and strong? Jason had to think harder with that answer; my world, handsome and strong. Was it a trick answer and you were referring to poetry? 'Atlas??', he replied, perplexed. His answer was met with more of a laugh this time, he assumed he got too far away from the answer. You laughing frustrated him,' Fine, enough of the game. I give up, who are drawing?'. He didn't care about winning anymore, just wanting to know the answer.

' It's you', the answer and smile you gave was so simply, but it cut through Jason deeper and with more weight than of of the League of assassins' blades ever could. Him? Your world? Handsome and strong? Jason couldn't see where you were coming from, or more so his insecurities wouldn't allow him too.

This had to of been a sarcastic answer and you actually drew someone else, it has to be. He's seen himself in the mirror, he knows he's not anything but disgusting. He's not handsome, his body looks like a living corpse, all the damn scars that covered his body. The walls felt like they were closing in, there was ringing in his ears. His image, his face, his body changing in the mirror being distorted. Taunting him, proving that no matter how much he tries to move on from what joker did to him, he'll never be anything more than what Joker made him. The memories of his biological father screaming about how much hates him, Batman -

' Jason!', your worried voice and your gentle hands touching his face, with the other on his arm brought him back to the present. He hadn't realized he had been shaking or the panic that exploded out of his chest. 'Breathe, you're going to past out if you don't. Focus on me, follow my pace of breathing.', he did has you said syncing his breathe with yours.

Once Jason finally calmed down fully you asked why he just had a panic attack, 'You don't have to share all of it, you can just give me the cliff notes'. He doesn't know what he did to deserve someone so understanding. 'When you said those things about me, my thoughts got the better of me. Reminding why I can't be any of those things', he stated still a little shakey.

'Do you want to see what I see you had?', he was hesitant, no he was scared to see it, but your voice sounded so reassuring. He trusted you,' If you think it would help, then yes', you gave him the finished sketch. His mind didn't allow him to believe fully that someone could see him like this, he looked normal, he looked so happy. You held his hand and flinched, like he was still on fight or flight.

'When I see you, I don't see you has your trauma or a victim. I see you has a survivor. You aren't who you are, because of joker or anyone else. You made yourself who you are, despite what happened to you.', you took a breathe giving that chance to look him in the eye.

'I read somewhere that in some Asian cultures, when a plate breaks they mend it back together with gold.', Jason felt like he couldn't breathe, he didn't know what to say. 'You aren't something that needs to be fixed has if you were brand new, that's not how truama works. But if let me, can I help mend those wounds with gold? To help build you back up?' Jason couldn't stop the tears that welded up and fell down his face. He pulled into the strongest hug he could muster, he never knew he need to hear those words, until you said them.

You let him cry has long has needed, he's been holding those emotions in for so long. He finally answers the question in a shaky voice, so small you almost didn't hear it.

'yes'

[f1-disaster-bi]

I finally have a bit of time to send you all my favourites from your last writing spree 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 and it's gotten long so i won't blame you if you don't respond 🫂🫂🫂

I loved absoluty everything about Brocedes and Joy 🥺🥺🥺 them finally getting their little girl is just perfect 🩷🩷🩷

My favourite of the norstappen one is this

"Oh", Max muttered because there was a lump in his throat and no one had ever said that about his eyes before, no one had ever made him feel this insanely loved or in love before Lando, and luckily for him, Lando saved him from responding by kissing him all soft and sweet.

Because i think it's getting the two of them spot on with lando being used to be open about his feelings and being told he is loved because of how his parents raised him and Max needing to get used to it because of how his dad raised him 😭😭😭💕💕💕

Oh lando and his ducklings have a very special place in my heart 🥺🥺🥺

Lando had the packet of tissues in hand before the race even finished and he was ready for when Claire made her way over to him, helmet still on as she tried to hide her tears.

Lando being so caring here and knowing exactly what would go on in claire and knowing how to make it better while still letting her feel everything 😭😭😭🩷🩷🩷 (also bonus points for it being a girl because we need more female drivers 🥰🥰🥰)

Norrix and Max F is just everything to me. I love how lando and Max have been friends forever and both have been through so much but never lost sight of each other and are now incredibly close 🩷🩷🩷

Max just walks straight up to Martin, looks and him and goes "Mate, thank fuck you finally asked him out. He was driving us all mental with how much he talks about you. I even know your favourite colour and your Mum's maiden name. I could probably commit identity fraud with how much I know about you from him rambling on"

Max being so blunt is hilarious 😂😂😂 i laughed out loud at the identity fraud 😂😂😂 he would absolutly say something like this because he was sick and tired of hearing every little detail for a thousand times 😂😂😂 i also love that you wrote that Max would also do it to see martins reaction because he is looking out for lando 🥹🥹🥹

Also loved norrix first time saying i love you to each other 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 martin being so considerate about it and lando just kind of getting ahead of himself suits them so much 🩷🩷🩷

Girl au is new to me and i never read genderbend before but i really like it so far 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 and i can't wait to find out what George did one day

"Lando"

The way George said her name made her ache. It stopped her in place with how much emotion he could pour into one soft, utterance of her name.

She hated that she could hear the hurt, the regret, the care, in just one word.

Yeah i definitely didn't cry at that i swear 😭😭😭

The last addition to the mystery au was also great 😍😍😍 i really like the idea with the mark aswell

It's when he goes to knock on Lando’s bedroom door that he sees a glimpse of Lando shirtless and sees the scars. He can't make out the brand from the glimpse he gets but it's clear someone hurt Lando badly and Daniel feels horrible about seeing it without Lando’s consent so he quietly sneaks back down the hall and the approaches again but makes a but of noise and calls out for Lando to alert him.

I think this is really fitting to danny that he knows lando wouldn't like it that he found out about it like this and keeps it to himself to spare lando from the hurt 🥺🥺🥺🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Thank you again for always writing so much for us and about so many diferent things and pairings aswell 🫂🫂🫂

I hope your cats are doing great with the builders in the house and aren't too stressed about it. I also hope you didn't had to go to the hospital for something serious 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🩷🩷🩷

(I'm sorry if there are a lot of mistakes or wrong/weird words and wordings. English is only my third language so i'm not really good at writing 🙈🙈🙈)

You can always send me long messages and I will respond 🥺💖

Thank you for the well wishes! The cats are currently loving the new window in the living room (we had sliding doors and got them removed) because now they had a huge window to look out and a window sill to sit on!

Today has been a good day so far! I hope your day is going well, and sorry for taking so long to answer this! I have asks half written in drafts and ones waiting to be answered that I am trying to get through cause I love you guys 💖

Brocedes - There was so many things I could do with it but I just wanted to give them something soft and sweet and Joy being their little girl made me go 🥺

Norstappen - Yes 100%!!! I love playing with the idea that unconditional love seems to lways surprise Max because for so long his worth to someone he loves has been defined by what he can do, but Lando just loves Max for Max, and has no problem being openly loving and affectionate towards him!

Ducklings - Lando would so know what Claire is feeling and how she's beating herself up, and he'd know exactly how to make her see the good in the bad and cheer her up. And 100% we need more female racers irl!

Max F and Lando - Max will embarass the hell out of Lando because he can but also to make sure Martin is a douchebag because he loves Lando and has watched people try take advantage of him before, and just wants to make sure Martin is as wonderful as Lando has been saying (and he is, Max approves very fast)

Norrix First I love you - I just can see Martin knowing it and wanting to make it something special and sweet, and then Lando just letting his words escape him and blurting it out over coffee but doubling down that he means it, he loves Martin and sure, it might not be the moment Martin had thought of but its perfect.

Girl Lando au - I loved writing that little snippet because there's just something about Lando and George knowing each other so well, that Lando just freezes because she can hear what he's feeling and saying just with how he says her name, and the conflict of wanting to stop and give in because it sounds like her George, her Georgie, but she's still hurting and knows that she has to stay strong.

Mystery au - Yes!!! I love this idea so much, and just Daniel wanting to know and comfort but understanding that Lando isn't ready. He may never be ready. Understanding that he saw something he wasn't meant to, and pretending he didn't to protect the fragile trust he and Lando have.

[giorno-plays-piano]

Thorns In His Mouth

Part III

Pairing: fae!Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: obsession, dubious consent, minor character death, drugs (neither reader nor Steve are involved), slight eating disorder, mentions of tumor, high tech elves.

Words: 1.4k

Summary: Maybe it was a good idea to chat with a waitress a bit more once she brought you your order. Perhaps she could at least tell you with whom you should speak because you simply couldn’t force yourself to look at others, most of them already high, shouting something loudly or laughing or weeping. You could constantly hear the flapping of someone’s wings, weird whispers and noises, and the sound of boots and hooves that made your hair stand on end.

Part I

Part II

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"I'm sorry?"

You clenched your fists tightly in your pockets, suddenly very much aware Steve could be a way more dangerous creature you portrayed him to be. If the fair folk enjoyed drugs, they could also enjoy all other horrible things humanity invented. What if this man was a sex trafficker? What if he was a rapist? To hell with that law prohibiting faes hurting humans. Looking at all those lowlifes surrounding you, you could barely imagine any of them abiding by any laws at all.

Seeing you raising your defense, the man gave you a cheeky grin, jokingly putting his hands up as if showing you he harbored no ill intentions.

"Don't look at me like that. It's a simple deal: I bring you to a person who might be someone you're looking for, and you give me something valuable in return. Say, your earrings. Do you treasure them?"

His question put you off for a second. Earrings? Yes, you were wearing your favorite ones with pearls today, but they weren't precious. They were made from stainless still, and you bought them for a couple of bucks on sale.

"They're not expensive," you answered, eyeing the guy suspiciously. "Why would you want to trade them for your... services?"

He sent you a charming smile, "What matters to me is that you treasure them. They'd make a lovely amulet once I work on them a little. So what, will you trade them? In return, I will bring you to one person who fits the description of someone you look for."

Oh. All of a sudden, it made sense. Not that the fair folk could live without money in the human world, but they did treasure other things just as much. Maybe this elf was telling you the truth. What did he say before, that fae can't lie, right? Perhaps that was simply it.

Carefully unclasping your earrings, you put them on your palm, watching perfectly round pearls shining under the dim light of the cafe. Yes, you really, really liked them, and many people complimented you when you had worn them to work, but you could do without them. Fulfilling your promise was so much more important than anything you owned.

"Alright," you replied, handing him the earrings, and Steve quickly hid them in the pocket of his faux leather coat. "I'm looking for a man who was sent into an exile after losing in a battle. He was a great warrior once, but he took a wrong decision, and many of the fair folk died."

"It doesn't help," Steve informed you casually. "Half of fallen elves were once great warriors who failed in a battle and were exiled. Anything else?"

"Um, eh, he has a younger brother who's looking for him."

"An average elf has many brothers and sisters."

"Ok, then, well, the one I'm looking for had a knack for mechanical devices."

Finally, the elf gave you a nod, "That's something. Anything else?"

You let out a huff, irritated and tired. Your elven friend gave you very little details, explaining he had to keep the secrecy because many other fae would be happy to get their hands on his brother and execute revenge the moment they found out who he was. But what else could you give to Steve?

"Since my friend is a High elf, I think it's fair to suppose his older brother is also one."

"Ah. That's better. I can work with this. In fact, I know a guy who fits this description perfectly, and I can take you to him right now. Are you sure you're ready?" But before he finished speaking, you were already up, rushing to the waitress with a five dollar bill to pay for the cupcake and ready to go.

Of course, despite trying to forget about all about creatures surrounding you, you couldn't possibly stay here any longer, shivers running down your spine from just one glance at a fairy laying right on the ground, sleeping, his rugged clothes smelling so horribly as if he lived on the streets. Well, perhaps he was, you thought as you impatiently waited for Steve to leave, nervously scratching the gentle skin near the nail on your thumb. You wanted nothing but to run away before you vomited from disgust on the floor, and you felt immensely greatful the moment you two stepped on the cement road outside of the café.

"Thanks," you said, biting your lips and watching the elf smirking as he stretched his long limbs, letting out a soft groan.

Now that you could see him fully, you wondered how tall he was as he was towering above you for a good foot, and his long black coat only added to the impression Steve was way over 6 ft. He appeared painfully skinny, even malnourished, and his bleached hair and sharp features made him look like some sort of 90s model who constantly shot heroin between his fashion shows.

If the waitress handed him some suspicious powder, you'd have no doubts Steve was a drug addict, but seeing him still holding that black disk made you calm down a little. If anything, you also had your pepper spray with you and a pack of salt any fae despised.

"Let's get going," Steve said as if you two were leisurely taking a stroll under the moon, and you winced, painfully aware how insane your little journey was.

But you weren't to back down on your promise when you had a chance to meet the guy who could easily be the one you're looking for. If you were lucky enough, it would all end tonight.

The longer you walked in complete silence, eyes on the old road full of cracks in the cement, the more it felt like you were going somewhere you shouldn't. Maybe the sheer presence of this strange, horrifyingly handsome and at the same time revolting guy was unnerving you, but it could as well be everything you saw in the bar: you were still processing the thought of magic creatures becoming living trash under human influence, and the thought made you want to puke. Why did it turn like that? How could fairies and elves from fairytales become this? Why no one cared to do anything about them?

Well, it's not like people cared about all drug addicts and alcoholics and simply unfortunate ones human world was full of. The realization hit your hard.

Before you succumbed to your misery completely, though, the elf spoke again, "His name is Julius. He was the youngest son of one of the high lords, a knight of the Seelie Court. When he lost to an enemy in a battle, his father sent him in exile, and Julius ended up here. Like most of us, he quickly developed a taste for stimulants, so he's very much not the elven prince you might expect."

You didn't expect anything, actually. Not after seeing fairies mixing cocaine with god knows what right in the café and putting suspicious looking pills in their drinks.

"Remind me again, why are you doing this?" Steve snorted, gazing at you from above.

"For my mother," you replied grimly, looking at several abandoned buildings where a machinery fabric had been once. "My friend agreed to treat her if I helped him find his brother."

"Makes sense," the elf let out a chuckle as if there was something funny about all this, but kept quiet then, and you were grateful to him for it because you couldn't pretend you were in a state for an idle chat.

The night was chilly. Wrapping your scarf tighter around your neck, you wished you could come here during the day when the world would seem a bit friendlier than now, but the elf you met on the street assured you it was better to go at night. Besides, you still had your own life, and no one could replace you at work while you chased after the fair folk. You just hoped it would end well for you. Yes, you were ready to sacrifice yourself if it meant you could save your mother, but you very much preferred not to if you had a choice. You wanted to come back to your boring human life, to the routine you grew used to, and to simple pleasures you could afford instead of going on this wild adventure.

"We're almost here," Steve pointed to the rusted metal door that most likely led to the basement, and you rubbed your cold hands together, mentally preparing yourself. "Don't expect a pretty view."

_________

Yeah, as if you were waiting for something exactly like that.

Part IV

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[thewaywardbirdsnest]

Long Distance

Zoro could fall asleep anywhere. On the floor, in the car, on a couch in the middle of a crowded party - anywhere, anytime.

So why, then, was he still awake at this late hour, tossing and turning? It was like an itch under his skin that he just couldn’t seem to rid himself of. He had tried adjusting the thermostat, turning over the pillows, removing the duvet and then putting it back on, five different sleeping positions, a white noise app. Nothing was helping. The bed felt too big, he had concluded, which was weird because there wasn’t anything special about the mattress in his London hotel room. Just your run-of-the-mill queen-sized hotel bed, perfectly suitable for someone of Zoro’s size. Yet somehow he still felt like it was too… wait a minute…

“Fuck!” Zoro cursed, flopping onto his back and letting his head bounce off the plush pillow. He let out a long, anguished sigh. “Shit…”

He reached over to flip on the bedside lamp and grab his laptop. A few clicks, a couple rings, and then…

“Hey you! Didn’t think I’d hear from you tonight. It’s gotta be… what, one in the morning where you are? Everything okay?”

Zoro felt something in his chest unknot just seeing the curly-browed bastard on his screen. He could have said something sweet, something like “I missed you”, but what came out was: “You’ve ruined me.”

Sanji frowned, the toothpick he was using to keep his oral fixation in check drooping.

“Pardon?” he asked, giving Zoro a chance to redeem himself.

“I can’t sleep,” Zoro tried again, “because the bed’s too big because you’re not in it with me.”

Sanji’s features immediately softened, his mouth pulled into a sad little half-smile. “I miss you too, baby.”

“Tch…” Zoro looked away, hoping the dim lighting of the room wouldn’t catch the blush he could feel creeping into his cheeks. How could he just say things like that? Zoro still wasn’t used to it. Might never get used to it. But he had to admit (to himself, if no one else) that it felt nice to hear.

“So,” Sanji prompted him, “what can I do to help?”

Zoro sighed heavily and shifted the laptop onto the bed so he could lay down on his side. “I dunno…”

“Hmm…” Sanji hummed thoughtfully as he got up off the couch. “Well, tell you what, I was about to make some dinner. How ‘bout I set my phone up on the counter so we can hang out until you get sleepy?”

“‘Kay,” Zoro agreed, adjusting his pillow.

“Alright, gimme a second.”

Once he had set up the phone at an angle where Zoro could watch him without it being in his way, Sanji got to work. Zoro asked him to talk about what he was making and he was happy for an excuse to ramble about the dish in detail. At first, Zoro prompted him with little questioning noises now and then, but it wasn’t long before his eyelids began to feel heavy.

They lapsed into comfortable silence filled by the sounds of sizzling onions, knives on cutting boards and Sanji humming some tune Zoro vaguely recognized from one of the jazz records Sanji would occasionally throw on while cooking. It felt cozy and familiar, a little piece of home even while he was an ocean away from his partner.

Before he knew it, Zoro was drifting off to sleep. On the edges of his consciousness, he just barely heard an affectionate chuckle and the words “g’night, marimo” before he finally slipped into a deep sleep.

When he woke to his alarm clock the next morning, he was surprised to see the video chat was still open on his laptop.

Sanji was curled up on his side in bed, fast asleep. Zoro ran a finger over the screen, tracing the curve of Sanji’s cheek. “G’night, curly,” he whispered before closing his laptop and getting up to start his day.

Just two more sleeps. Two more sleeps and he’d be home with him…

[baratiddyappreciator]

I’d love to see some kureha headcanons from you!! (And maybe even some that involve Jack??) I’ve been really enjoying seeing ur headcanons in my feed!

I don't really know if you meant this as in a ship/friendship way, but I just decided to go overboard and put effort in to explore their weird ass (gay) dynamic lmao

Kureha HCs:

Kureha speed-reads. It's a habit he developed in elementary school so he could spend more time protecting his brother, and it was a fantastic help during his studies to become a doctor.

This man has a flawless memory. You mentioned something to him three years ago about something you liked but it was out of stock? Guess what, he bought it at it's lowest price point and is now giving it to you on your birthday. Surprise!

His handwriting is the WORST for non-professional things. You got a prescription from him? Yeah, you can read that just fine! Patient charts? The most flawless writing you have ever seen. He left you a note on your computer? You think that says coffee, but it could also say chicken, so now you're confused.

Claims to be against workplace gossip and against participating until he gets home, because then he's telling you all about how Ayumi from the front desk is fucking the neurologist and his wife just hired a PI, but apparently she's been messing around with the janitor at her job.

He has favourite patients. Jack is simultaneously his favourite and least favourite patient, the man will just sit and let him do whatever he wants as long as it's in the name of improvement, but he's TERRIBLE at recovery. Kureha says "bedrest for three weeks with mild exercise", and Jack hears "Don't push yourself until the point of passing out for three days".

Speaking of patients, he absolutely takes meticulous notes. Is the patient being difficult and rude? Oh it's going on their chart in meticulous detail. They called him a name and refused to take their meds? It's on the chart in the most professional but still passive-aggressive way.

Jack HCs:

Uncannily good at math. If you ask him, offhandedly and as casually as possible for an answer to a math question, he'll almost instantly get you an answer, and most of the time it's either spot on or really close. Baki has tried to get Jack to answer the questions for his math homework before, and it took a while before Jack realised what was up.

He learned about Baki a while before he actually met him, but he still hasn't processed that he's an older brother, so occasionally Baki will call him brother super casually and Jack will just [dialup noises] for a solid minute until he remembers "oh right yeah, that's actually my little brother."

Forever tired and hungry, but determined enough to get away with a chronic lack of sleep for months on end until he finally crashes. Healthy? No. He knows it too, but he's got things to do, and sleep can wait until he's kicked his father's ass. If he keeps being such a strong favourite too, a nice comfortable mattress is in store for him.

He knows he can beat bears in a fight (as with most wild animals that he grew up knowing) but the problem is that he doesn't like bears, he grew up knowing that you don't mess with bears, because they'll ruin your day. He'll deal with them no problem, but he won't like it.

He doesn't wake up very fast at all, most of the time he just gains conscience like two hours after waking up and he's doing something. He's "woken" up before after having an hour long conversation with Tokugawa about his hometown after Father Samuel called him.

He sometimes (when he's very tired or just waking up) will forget just how big he is. He has slammed his head against doorframes many times. He will continue to do so most likely.

Jack and Kureha HCs:

Jack and Kureha as friends are two weird mfs. For starters, Jack is quiet and stoic, so most people that see him assume that he's either some sort of bodyguard for Kureha, or that he's annoyed by him. In reality, Jack's just a quiet person, and Kureha takes every chance to talk his ears off because he won't interrupt unless it's important.

Sometimes it's painfully aware just how much more experienced and educated Kureha is in everyday matters. Jack didn't even go to high school, and Kureha managed to become a practicing doctor. Jack isn't stupid by any means, but sometimes Kureha absolutely loses him because he's talking about something Jack hasn't ever learned about before.

While Kureha can go off about medical jargon to Jack and lose him after just about five minutes, Jack can just start talking about the, quite frankly weird shit that happens out in the Canadian wilderness near his home, and Kureha just doesn't have any idea how to process the fact that at least some of what Jack tells him is true and has happened within Jack's direct line of sight.

Jack and Kureha dating, however, is very different. They're such bitches to each-other because they're so in love that they're at the "I fucking hate you" stage of their relationship, but only when they're out in public. It's a lot of Jack cleaning up the absolute mess that is Kureha's apartment, and Kureha making a mess out of the apartment the second Jack steps out.

Kureha absolutely tries to pull a whole dominant/submissive thing, with Jack being submissive, but mans was legitimately too chill to really care and it ruined the whole thing for Kureha, who legitimately pouted for a whole week. Jack had no idea what he did wrong either, he thought that Kureha wanted to be dominant, so he submitted. He's not really one to fight for dominance, if he wants it he'll just take it.

Neither of them being able to cook for shit, other than Jack being uncannily good at breakfast foods, so they either eat pancakes at 6pm or they go out to eat. It means less dishes (usually) so Jack doesn't complain, since Kureha could never do those.

A lot of Kureha saying that Kosho is being annoying and Jack being like "That's nice, Baki's chill, an angel really. Anyways, do your parents want me to come over?" Just so he can flex on Kureha that his little brother is the better one.

[lilpixielixie]

CHAPTER FOUR: Delicate | hwang hyunjin x fem!reader

Delicate | hwang hyunjin x fem! reader

"This ain't for the best, my reputation's never been worse, so you must like me for me"

- Delicate, Taylor Swift

Summary: Moving to Seul wasn't something that Selene expected to do, but her broken heart and tired soul were craving for peace. She didn't even think too much about it: she simply saw an opportunity that would let her hide from the media and Hollywood for some time and took it. However, she will have to make a decision by the end of the year and she hopes that, when the time comes, the same world that was hating on her right now would forget everything. Maybe she wasn't meant to be an actress, but she was sure she wasn't meant to be loved. At least, that was what she thought before meeting an idol who wasn't treating her like a broken and pitiful person.

Words: 1K

Genre: actress!reader x idol!hyunjin, SLOW BURN, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual smut (minors dni)

Warning: none

Author's note: Hi everyone! This chapter is a bit shorter than the others because it's just about the first encounter between Hyunjin and Selene. I'm not completely satisfied but I don't know I to get it better honestly. Now, I feel like the introduction to this story is officially over and from the next chapter there is gonna be more detail about the plot and the chapters are gonna get longer.

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“This is awkward” Selene admitted after four spoonfuls of ice cream. 

Hyunjin giggled nervously “Yes, it is”

They stayed in silence for some time while quietly eating their own food, then Hyunjin said the most stupid thing ever. 

“So, you know my name” 

Hearing that, Selene looked at the guy with the most perplexed but at the same time incredulous face ever.

“You’re Hwang Hyunjin, sorry but who the fuck doesn’t know you?”

The boy choked on his noodles and started to cough. Right after he felt a light hand patting his back:

“Please, don’t die on me…I’ve already had enough scandals for this past months” 

Hyunjin glanced at her while he kept coughing and when he saw her serious expression he started to laugh mid cough. Seeing his reaction, the girl started to laugh too. All that noise caught the attention of the cashier who was playing at his phone, bored to death. He glanced at them and snickered, mumbling something along the line “weird couple”. 

“Sorry, I’m okay, you just…” he stopped mid sentence.

“What? You’re well known, just like Stray Kids in general” 

“Well, I don’t think anyone is saying anything good about me lately” he admitted, turning fully towards the girl who was watching him with a strange look in her eyes. It wasn’t pity, it was more like comprehension and sadness. 

“You’re not talking to the most loved girl on the planet, you’re safe, don’t worry too much” 

Hyunjin was stunned and he let out another little laugh because of the way Selene was being ironic about her whole situation while wearing a serious matter-of-factly expression. 

“You’re really…” he looked at her while still laughing “...but you’re right, we’re both kinda hated right now”

“Without the kinda for me, I’m definitely hated” 

Hyunjin’s eyes turned sad “I don’t think everyone hates you”

“Dude, have you seen what they’re saying online about me now?” she challenged him with a raised eyebrow. In response, Hyunjin stayed silent while Selene took out her phone and opened twitter. 

“I haven’t opened twitter in I think two months…last time I did Sunoo took it away from me” she mumbled almost sounding guilty. 

“I get it, I haven’t opened twitter until the release of the new song” Hyunjin said with a weak voice while taking another bite of his noodles. 

Selene lifted her gaze from her phone while keeping scrolling “The song is really good” she commented.

“You listened to it?” he asked surprised.

“Well, if it wasn’t clear I’m a fan” she replied with a little smile “OH! here it is! Apparently today my ex went to some show and talked about me and he definitely said only good things about me” she chuckled with a bitter smile. 

Hyunjin watched as she put back her phone “Maybe Sunoo was right”

“As much as I hate to admit it, he’s right sometimes”

At that moment, Selene realized she slipped out a name she wasn’t supposed to. She turned pale and looked at Hyunjin, almost terrified “I…didn’t mean that Sunoo”

Hyunjin laughed and gestured something with his hand “Don’t worry, I’ve already known” 

Selene seemed more terrified “H-how?”

He lifted his shoulder “Just a friend from a friend”

Suddenly, she stood up and cursed in what Hyunjin think was italian, her first language, and she hurried up putting the ice cream in her bag “I’m sorry, but I have to go-”

“Hey” Hyunjin also stood up and put his hands on her shoulder “relax, nothing bad happened, we’re just talking”

“Well, we aren’t supposed to, or better, I’m supposed to not interact with anyone but Enhypen’s member and no one should know about my current work with Hybe, they were really clear about it” 

“And I won’t tell anyone, not even my members” he said not letting her shoulders go “I get it, believe me, the desire of disappear and have some privacy, and because of someone I found out about your…situation, so I didn’t tell anyone I saw you last night” he admitted. 

Selene was shocked by the revelation “Really? You didn’t tell anyone?”

“I mean, you don’t really cover up from head to toe to go buy a midnight snack if you didn’t want not to be recognized” he said with a little smile “and I get it, I’ve been there, actually, I’m kind of still in the same situation…”

They stared at each other in silence before the blonde girl broke it “So, why did you talk to me tonight? I still haven’t figured out the reason”

The idol felt cornered by the sudden question and didn’t really know what to say. How could he explain without sounding creepy that he just wanted to know her a bit better and felt bad for her, not in a pity kind of way, but more of “I’m in the same shit, do you want to talk”?

“I just…I don’t know, I thought that maybe you needed someone who could help you…explore Seul? Maybe you needed a friend?”

“A friend?” she looked at him surprised “Y-you want to be my friend?”

“Why not? There is something against it? Excluding the company” 

“I mean, no-”

“Ok, so give me your phone so I can add you on kakao talk” 

Selene was, again, surprised by how determined he was - Hyunjin couldn’t believe he got so confident either - and gave him her phone. 

Once he added her to kakao talk, he gave it back and smiled at her “You should go now, it’s getting late…I would accompany you to your house but-”

“No, if someone saw us, it would be really bad for you” she refused.

Hyunjin raised his eyebrow perplexed “I was gonna say that maybe you would think I had other intentions, and that’s not true”

“Oh…well, yeah, that too, but don’t worry, I live close by” she reassured him while walking towards the entrance. 

“Just text me when you get home” he said, watching her going out of the convenience store. Then, she turned with a smile and wave at him “Thank you, Hyunjin, it was…really nice, I’ll text you” 

Then, she disappeared and the idol sat back down feeling a weird warmth going through all of his body.

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