#u were great I promise. I love u so dearly

[artaintfartwarriors]

[neuvistar]

idk if you write poly but imagine jing yuan and blade overstimulating you the whole night!!! jing yuan ofc praises you while he makes you cry and calls you oh so teethrotting words, blade on the other hand, degrades the shit out of you and tells jing yuan things like “don’t baby them” and then spanks you or grabs your hair

PROMISE IT WON’T HURT?

— featuring ┊jing yuan x f!reader x blade

— warnings / content warnings ┊not proofread, double penetration, vaginal sex, degradation, a little bit of she/her pronouns, spanking, praise kink, blade being a lil bitch, both have a size kink if u squint, reader implied to be shorter than them in height, dirty talk, use of nicknames, overall suggestive content | 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

— a/n ┊MHMM OFC I DO <3 i like writing em despite not doing posting it, u are sososo real for this nonnie it’s a great balance too, two hot men wrapped around your finger, TYSM 4 THE REQUEST NONNIE! AAAA THIS IS A BIT RUSHED BUT I HOPE ITS FINE

BLADE AND JING YUAN. where could you even start? first off, it was a pain living with both jing yuan and blade, you can never have a peaceful night. you love them both dearly, yes.. but one was always rougher with you than the other was. jing yuan always treated you like a princess, so it was quite obvious he was always the one you would run to whenever blade was being so so mean to you, one lucky girl you are. you decided it was a good idea to give jing yuan some attitude one evening. he was getting on your nerves, crossing your arms as you looked up at him, narrowing your eyes. oh.. you were adorable. but you knew better than to give him attitude, blade would always get involved too..

jing yuan stares down at you as if you were merely just someone below him, well.. you are gonna be below both him and blade if don’t put a stop to your bratty antics right here and there. “what did i say about giving me attitude, angel? do you never listen?” he asks calmly, the soft smile still lingering on his face. he can't help but smile a little at how adorable you look right now, your arms crossed in protest and your face scrunching up like you're upset. jing yuan was almost tempted to give you exactly what you want, whatever it is. “you’re the one that doesn’t listen to me, jing yuan. don’t give me this!”

jing yuan sighs softly as you whine and cry. your voice is just so cute, and he can't help but want to give you whatever you want just to stop you from being so stubborn. he chuckled, smiling gently at you. his tone and expression softens as he kisses the tip of your nose. he’s just so weak against your whining and crying, such an angel you are.. he can’t resist you. “alright.. fine, my dove. you know you can get whatever you want by whining and acting like that, don't you?" he would whisper softly, pulling your body closer to his chest, a soft smile still lurking on his face as he gazed down at you. “how about this..." a familiar voice adds, making your heart drop as you felt something.. or someone brush against your back, mumbling softly into your ear, lips brushing against the lobe of your ear breathing softly against you. “would ya quit babying her, jing yuan? she doesn’t deserve it. listen here, princess.” blade grabbed your shoulder turning you to face him, hand on your chin. “the next time you whine at him, i’ll give you something to cry about. got it?”

“the hell you will! you’re always so mean, blade. punishing me any chance you get. s’ not even a big deal!” “then you’ll have to be good,” blade spat. “you’re such a crybaby. it makes it harder for me not to give you something to whine and cry about.” you pressed your thighs together, feeling the wetness in between your legs as you swallowed the lump in your throat, crossing your arms at him. “tone it down with the angel, would you? she just wanted something, she might’ve got carried away with the begging and whining but.. it’ll be fine.”

blade looked back down at you, biting down on your shoulder as he caught sight of you clutching on jing yuan’s chest, a low chuckle rumbling from the general’s throat. “it’ll be alright, angel. you don’t want your punishment, don’t you?” you were being squished between them, cheek against jing yuan’s chest as he ran his hand down your lower back, patting gently. “no, no i don’t.” blade bit down on your shoulder, applying more pressure. you let out a soft wince, your knuckles white from the harsh grip you had on jing yuan’s attire. “no?” blade says, feigning surprise as he lifts an eyebrow. “i’ll give you a reason to want it, i’ll can make you want it. i’ll have you begging and whining for my cock once we’re done with you, stubborn girl.”

oh boy.. you’re done for tonight.

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"a little bratty and bad darling you are, hm?” jing yuan remarked teasingly, you were seated on his cock, tears already forming in your eyes as you begged him to be gentle with you, blade working on marking you, oh how painful his teeth felt.. you were on cloud 9 at this point. jing yuan’s eyes gaze into yours as his hand trails up your hips his warm breath washes over your shoulder as he speaks, his words filled with affection and love. “cmon angel, keep going. you’re doing so good, y’know that baby? taking my cock so well.” he praised, planting a kiss on your collarbone. “tell me, angel. you don’t need your punishment, right? you’re such a good girl for me.. right?” nodding viciously, you couldn’t think straight. you weren’t even sure how he managed to fit inside, but you loved it.

“not for me.” the words are just enough to push blade over the edge, his hand moving in a swift motion and spanking your bottom hard, the sharp pain making your entire back tingle. “o-ow! blade?—“ you yell out as the pain quickly starts to spread all through your nerves. “that hurts!”

“it does hurt, doesn’t it?” he lets his hand settle on your bottom for just a couple more seconds before removing it. He looks down on you, his tone and look still serious, a deadpan nonchalant expression on his face. but there’s an underlying air of lust as you lay there on jing yuan’s bare chest in pain, his cock still thrusting inside your abused pussy slowly. blade forcibly grabbed at your hips, aligning himself with your hole, the same hole jing yuan was using. “w-wait!” jing yuan shut you up with a kiss, his touch so sweet.. calming you down almost immediately. “it’ll be fine, dove. you’re already doing a good job handling mine, you can handle two cocks at once, can you?”

“promise it won’t hurt?”

“i promise, sweetheart. you can do it, right? ‘gonna be a good girl f’me and blade?”

one..

“f-for you i’ll be..”

two..

“that’s my girl.”

three!

blade took this opportunity to thrust himself inside your cunt, a loud whine leaving your throat. your eyes flew open as jing yuan licked his lips, keeping you in place as he took sight of your fucked out state, seeing how well you were taking them, a bulge forming on your stomach. your breathing became shallow, and it hitched every time blade plunged into you. face scrunched, absorbed in pure lust and hunger. “that’s it, dove. you’re doing great.. so pretty.” “f-fuck.. stop babying her, asshole.” you were stuck in between them, really. the roughness and harsh movements of blade’s thrusts mixed with jing yuan’s soft and slow thrusts, you felt so full, tongue lolling out with your mind going completely blank at this rate as you came on their cocks almost immediately, coating their huge dicks with white.

“ohh.. she came already. you like this, dove? ‘like how it feels? i like how this pretty pussy feels around me too.” jing yuan kissed your tears away, his hair was damp with sweat, plastered to his forehead. blade withdrew himself almost completely and pushed back in, fucking you with his entire length. he gave you a small squeeze on your bottom, a teasing smile danced on his lips, a hint of cruelty almost once his hand comes to rest near your bottom, landing another slap on the fat of your ass. “fuckin’ sloppy..” he spoke, giving your ass another slap, your body jolting forward at the stinging pain as you came once again, feeling how sticky it felt in between your thighs.

both blade and jing yuan felt their lengths rubbing against each other, grunting loudly as they pressed themselves together sliding their dicks side by side through your entrance, completely buried inside as the tips of their lengths kissed your cervix. blade grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling you back to his chest, his cock bullying itself inside your cunt far more roughly this time. “once we cum, you’re taking it all. not a single drop to be left.. ‘got that?” you nodded weakly, jing yuan sat up slightly as he chuckled, kissing your jaw. “such a good girl you are, baby.” both continued fucking you at a steady pace, making sure not to miss a beat. “you like that, slut? ‘like being used like this?” one taunted mockingly while the other grunted in response, chasing his high “f-fucking hell, m’ gonna cum. you feel too good, princess.”

both blade and jing yuan found themselves approaching their orgasm, picking up the pace of their thrusts, feeling one enter while the other pulls away, one enter and the other pull away.. over and over. on repeat. fuck. you felt so full and they haven’t even came inside you, yet the feeling of their lengths inside the same hole at the same time were enough to make you cum on the spot. they kept ramming themselves deep inside your poor abused pussy, making sure not to miss any spot leaving no part untouched until finally releasing streams of their seed, coating your walls with white just like how your coated their dicks. you were absolutely exhausted. once blade pulled away, he admired how slowly his cum would leave your hole, dripping onto jing yuan’s. you collapsed on jing yuan’s chest, your body shook at the amount of exhaustion that washed over your body.

“you were too rough on her, blade. one day, you might actually break her.” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around you as his cock was still inside you, grabbing at your hips and slowly pulling your off with his strong arms, laying you down on the mattress as he grabbed a cloth and wiped the mess in between your legs, not realizing how much they both filled you to the brim.

“tsk. i’m pretty sure i— no. we already have.”

[avocado-writing]

hi!! ive.. gone and read so much of ur work in one sitting. its all so much to take in, IN A GOOD WAY, and i absolutely adore every single word

would u be so kind.. to bless my angst durge needs..

Durge Resist tav, was strong for all until the brain was finally defeated but now, with what she believed her only purpose/chance at redemption (brain), they can't help but feel utterly empty and,, unredeemed. They mourn all those they have robbed from this world, nameless, and countless numbers of people they robbed of the life that they were now being given the chance at living. Surely they don't deserve it(Is what they think..)

They are pathetically in love, and if they deserve anything, its to tell their special one just how much they are adored before casting themselves out of society (or taking their own life, if ur comfortable writing such things-)

Rolan, Dammon, Zevlor, maybe even Rugan if u write for that loser LMAO. just.. whoever u write for, its the tieflings i adore most ahegege

if this didnt make sense IM SORRY i havent slept in so long and sleep is not choosing me. i just crave angst, perhaps with a happy ending if u would indulge me so..!! thank u if u read this, so much!!

hi, I don't write fics about suicide, but here's the tiefling bachelors with a durge who's planning to disappear after the absolute is gone and giving them one final confession:

Dammon

senses something is wrong when you take him aside for a heart-to-heart.

it isn't that you avoid these sorts of moments per se, he just knows you only affirm your affections when something big is going to happen (you did it before you went off to fight the elder brain)

he holds your hand tightly, gets you to look him in the eye.

"I love you, no matter what, and I never want to be without you. tell me you'll be there when I wake up tomorrow. in our bed. swear it to me."

you can see the utter adoration he looks at you with, and you think: maybe you aren't so bad if a man like this can truly love you.

the next morning Dammon wakes up. you're not in bed next to him. he panics, getting to his feet - only to find you in the kitchen making breakfast.

he's never been so relieved. walks up behind you and wraps you in his arms. he loves you so dearly, and will keep on loving you until you believe yourself worthy of it.

Rolan

Rolan doesn't quite understand why you're having this great outburst, but chalks it down to emotions running high after the final battle.

says goodnight, kisses you, and heads off to his tower - he has a lot of admin to do after all.

the next morning he comes to meet you at the elfsong, only to be met with the realisation that you aren't there. he curses himself for not understanding why you were so melancholic last night.

he tracks you down. uses all of his resources to scry on you, grease palms with the money the tower has. he's up all night for weeks. Cal and Lia worry about him but he is determined.

and find you he does. manages to locate where you're hiding out, a little hamlet in the middle of nowhere. you burst into tears when you see him, and he just pulls you into his arms.

"come home with me."

you do, moving into his tower. and you never leave him again.

Zevlor

immediately knows something is wrong. takes you to a quiet place where the two of you can be alone and talk things out.

discusses how he feels like being a failure for breaking his oath -- but you always saw past that. saw the goodness in his soul. he wishes you would treat yourself with that kindness.

you begin to cry, softly at first, and then with sobs which wrack your whole body. he holds you ever so tightly.

"I love you. you are not who you were. you have strived to be better every day, fought against your own family, and always chosen a righteous path. you deserve to be happy. I'd want to make you happy, if you'd let me."

eventually your tears run dry and you look up into his face. his eyes are so sincere. he means every word.

when you kiss him, it's a promise: that you're with him for good. that whatever comes next, it will be faced together.

[bludnik-a]

mature/explicit byler fic recs??? 👁👄👁

hi nonni!!

quick disclaimer that if ur not comfortable / not ready to explore this type of content u can just scroll past this post. I'll hide fics under the cut.

let start with explicit

"Pink in the Night" by yamilumen. Winter break after first semester of college. Will is drunk, and Mike takes care of him. The morning after, they must face the consequences. TW for dubcon ig. One of the first that I read and still one of my faves. looove byler dynamic in this one.

"in the midnight hour" by @wisehearts. He takes note of the way Will paws at his dress shirt, needy and not entirely aggressive, pressing into kisses in a way that feels like he’s asking for more rather than taking it. Persistent, but pliable if you touched him right. Red wine was fucking magic when it came to Will Byers. if u want smth sweet and hot.

"Hands" by midnighteverlark aka The Parent of byler smut. Mike doesn't like his appearance. Will wants to help out with that.

"A caged bird stands on the grave of dreams" series by AabH. Slavery AU. TW for a lot of violence and abuse.

"the feminization of michael wheeler" by one and the only lawofmurphie. how a bundle of lace and a lifelong crush distract mike from the inevitable implosion of his family unit as he knows it. not only really really hot but also great mike character study. it's more about mike's desires and acceptance at first and u have to wait till byler a bit but it won't disappoint u i promise!

"Conceived in Sin" by eternalwinters, floralsun, keeksbyers. In which Will Byers has a reputation as a bit of a prude. But Mike Wheeler, a guitarist with distinctly the opposite sort of reputation, can't seem to stop thinking about him. good boy/bad boy au we all is lacking.

"i'm starving, darlin'" by id_rather_be_home. Mike and Will are sexually frustrated eighteen-year-olds, sick and tired of having absolutely no privacy in their homes. The hand-jobs and the blow-jobs are fun but Mike will go crazy if Will isn't able to fuck him again before they leave for college in five more months. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

the whole section with my favourite trope "we pretend like it's nothing but it's actually everything". I love every fic Dearly and I would recommend to start with one of this :)

"the thing about illicit affairs" by problematicbyler. Will and Mike become friends with benefits. Which is a totally reasonable arrangement that they’re both completely content with, obviously.

"Privacy" by BottomWillByers. Dustin and Lucas were on night watch so it’s just him and Mike in the room. Having fallen asleep early, both tired from the supply run they were on earlier today, Will passed out as soon as his head hit the pillow only to be woken up a couple of hours later to pressure on his ass. It took a moment to orientate himself. Used to waking up to noise and vibration but not touch. He was pressed up tight to the wall like usual, which usually gave him inches of space between himself and Mike. But not right now. Because Mike had scootched across the bed and was spooning Will from behind. His bare chest pressed alongside Wills exposed back, one arm slung over his waist as he mumbled into the back of his head. Will’s about to ask Mike what was going on when he felt it. The consistent thrusting of Mike’s hips against the swell of his bum. His words die in his mouth as he registered that Mike was asleep. Soft moans spilled from his lips and the hard pressure of his dick stuttered against Will.

"After Hours" by pterafractal. A recently out Will Byers begins his freshman year at Indiana University, with his childhood best friend (and roommate) Mike Wheeler. Between learning to navigate the campus and keep his head above water academically, Will struggles to reconcile changes in his relationship with Mike.

"The Open Door" by Mylesime. He’s too close, too handsome, too real. And Will wants to cry because the shield has almost completely collapsed. “Mike,” he says or begs, he doesn’t know. Mike stares at him and he has never looked so serious. “I really want to do this with you.” The shield breaks. Will feels his mana bar diminish by hundreds of points. He's out of it. It will take weeks to recharge, months even. “Now?” he wails and he hates how frail he’s sounding.

"Pressure Points" by honeytart. College roommates Mike and Will begin a friends with benefits arrangement with one very important rule—absolutely no kissing.

"asking too much" by kissingpractice. Will is struggling. Guys who are nice, hot, AND good in bed are apparently non-existent at their university. Frustrated, he complains to Mike - who makes him an offer he can't refuse. Unfortunately, there's always an aftermath to hooking up with your best friend. Meanwhile, Mike has some realisations.

and mature for anyone who is not ready to deep dive yet

"Touch Me Like You Know Me" by @starsarefire824. Mike doesn't go home anymore, not unless absolutely necessary. Instead, he stays far away from Hawkins, quietly shutting himself off from the world, and burying the pain of the things he never said to the boy he'd left behind. But when his mother convinces him to return home for his thirty-fifth birthday, Mike is finally forced to confront just how much he'd given up when he runs into Will by accident. Mike-centric. Estranged Byler reconnection fic. Soft and Sweet.

"Broken Wings" by Turning_tides. Mike returns to Hawkins after his freshman year of college, riddled with regret and eager to make up for the biggest mistake of his life - hurting Will. He quickly learns, however, that his estranged best friend is being kept behind a locked door. A locked door named Keith. Now, Mike finds himself in a race against time to locate the key, desperate to free the boy he loves from the prison his abuser created just for him. TW for abuse and drug addiction.

"the comforts that make us feel numb" by @newlesbianprideflag “No, but really. If I were a girl,” Mike presses on, looking up at Will with red-rimmed eyes through dark lashes. Leaning in. Somehow, fully unaware that this line of questioning has Will's heart climbing up to his throat. “Would you want to kiss me?” Will and Mike get high in the desert.

"any semblance of touch" by stella :) Mike’s still new to this whole smoking thing. Will has a few ideas.

"In Undertow" by olliecoddle. four months after one byers/wheeler couple breaks up, another gets married. and, of course, will and mike are both the best men. and, of course, there is a plot to get them back together. nothing goes to plan.

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there're a lot more then i thought ‪😭‬ there're genuinely so many good works. i could look for just one and stumbled upon three other I wanted to include in the list. and i think it's pretty obvious what kind of dynamics i prefer. anyway.

i hope u'll find smth new to u anon but if u won't u can drop ur fic recs in my inbox. love u <3

[kairiscorner]

HI HIIII HOW U DOING?? I HOPE GREAT!! 😘😘 anyways, can i req something? Its one of the things i wanna see and its so URGH yk what i mean? HAHAH🤭 soooooooooo HAHA this imagine is going on for awhile in my mind but i dunno if your great at angst but if u r not great at angst, just ignore this request! Dont force yourself.

Anyways this is my request ; Y/n as spider noir’s cannon.

HEHE i have seen other characters but not spider noir so whyyyyyy notttt? THANK YOUUUUU 😘 AND STAY SAFEEEEEE‼️‼️

oh my dearest @ii01vp you have no idea how long i've craved to induce tears :> BUT YES I WANNA DO THIS, thank YOU and stay safe too :DD

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

content warnings! mentions of sharp blades, blood, and bleeding please don't read ahead if you are uncomfortable with the topic ^^

blood spilled everywhere on the floor as a sharp blade was lodged into your chest cavity. it happened in an instant, the second of an instant–you couldn't even count to three, and a blade had already pierced your chest, creating a crevice in your heart, forcing blood to spill out of you.

you gasped for breath, for help, for a hand to reach out to–but nobody, not a single soul was there to save you. not even him. you prayed you'd get out of this alright, you'll come out of this alive--because what kind of person deserves a demise in the hands of a lowlife criminal that wanted to take your money.

how defiant you were not to give them a single cent. in the end, a single cent costed you another minute of your life.

you cried out, hoping someone, anyone, would hear. begging to the skies above to bring someone to you, to help you, at least be with you in your final moments as all the blood would soon be drained from your ailing body, for you didn't want to die alone. you didn't care who it was, so long as you weren't alone at the time of your death.

your vision was getting hazy, your feet were giving way as you became more and more light-headed the more the blood stained your garments and imbued in them a deep, red hue. you gasped, hoping to make up for the lost oxygen as the blood continued pouring out of you.

"someone... a-any... one..." you choked out as blood poured out of your chest, no matter what efforts you took to put pressure on the gaping wound. you felt yourself growing weaker and weaker, and to make matters worse, you felt drops of water on your head, back, and shoulders; it would be raining, and raining hard. your cries for help as you waddled on with what little strength you had left would be drowned out in the flood of noise the rain would create.

you fell to your knees, your hands keeping you steady as your breathing became more and more labored. this was it, you thought. i'm going to die. i'm going to die alone, in the rain, in an unnamed alley with rats and bugs as the only witnesses of my death, you said to yourself as the tears began to pour, staining the collar of your shirt along with the drops of blood coloring it with a bright red.

"peter..." you called out for the name of the man you loved, who once held you so dearly and promised never to hurt you or let you get hurt; the man whose kiss tasted sweet like ripe oranges and whose lips fit into yours just right, as if the universe brought you two together to worsen the pain of having you taken away from each other.

your vision was soon darkening, you were going to lose all sensation in a few moments. but before you could close your eyes, possibly never to open them again, you heard footsteps nearby, big footsteps rushing through the puddles formed by the rain--puddles that were doused in the fresh redness of your blood.

you wondered who it could be, but then again, why did it matter? they couldn't save you, not like they'd care to. you were just another statistic in the grand scheme of things--who else would care about another dead body in the alleyway? well... he would.

"l... love..." muttered a shaky voice as the figure who was rushing through puddles moved closer and closer to you, their steps getting slower and slower all the while; as if they were reeling themselves from wanting to just run up towards you. "who..." you muttered, and before you could even answer, the figure was now hovering over you. "...spider... man?" you murmured out as you faced the black and gray clad man.

his gloved hands were quaking, they reached out toward you. "how... how could i... how could i let th-this..." he muttered as he choked back tears. you were confused, what was spider man doing to a total stranger like you, reaching his hand out and weeping over a soul he never met before. "spider man... it's okay... just--please--lock... that criminal... up." you made out with a small smile and a wheezing cough that followed afterwards.

spider man shook his head. "no... no, no, no!" he shouted, which made you gasp. "i'm... i'm sorry... i couldn't... first, uncle ben, and now..." he cried out as he started to weep under his mask. with the last bit of strength you had, you shushed spider man, reaching your hand out for his that caressed your cheek. "spider man... please don't cry... over a--a stranger..." you whispered as he held your hand tightly, and soon... you were gone.

and peter... felt like he had died along with you. words can never begin to describe the sorrow and anguish he felt when he saw you there in that alleyway as he was chasing down that criminal, he could never imagine just how painful it was for you, and he feels like all the punishments in the world were never enough to absolve him for the sin of not being around long enough for you.

for not being able to save you when he could've done something.

"why... why them? why not me?" was all he could cry out to the skies above as he took off his mask and wept, still holding your cold hand in his own, as your lifeless body beat no more for the man you loved and held dearly in your, now pierced and unbeating, heart.

a/n: miguel was watching from a rooftop nearby with jess around the corner and with ben reilly narrating his secondhand grief.

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @sabcandoit @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck @k4tsu3 @fictarian @maxoloqy @connors-cumslurper @ii01vp

[good-vs-evo]

fenglian coded songs!

because i'm actually so ill about them </3 plus this gives flashbacks to those english assignments in high school where you'd choose songs based on a piece of literature and explain ur choices... wait u didnt. u didnt do that. uh. moving along.

time to expose my mildly terrible music taste HSDGFH

boy by isaac dunbar!

"if only we were right, seasoned with time" god. they were right person, wrong time vibes genuinely it makes me so insane to think about. i love hualian dearly, ofc, but fenglian has such a special place in my heart because just think about everything they shared and everything they did and everything feng xin sacrificed for xie lian that xl was too young and too hurt to see

"if i were homesick, you're remedy-wired / picking up herbs in the morning time / i'd wait for something more" hello? already heavy on the pining vibes, plus i love the fenglian "you are my home" vibes... sobs... fx would take care of xl to the end

tell her by bruno major!

just like. listen to it as a love letter from xl to fx...

"still she will come back around / nothing could shake her / repeat or replace her / i've finally figured that out", xl realizing how much he always needed fx, xl realizing that he was perfectly loyal but xl was too scared

"tell her she's more than i dreamed i would find / she's always there in the back of my mind / if you should see her, ask her if we'll work it out" fx was literally so perfect you don't understand dies loudly... and he definitely left a lasting impact on xl forever

leaving the last two lines for of the song as a surprise if you haven't heard it yet and you decided to give it a listen, i promise it'll be great :]

lover's rock by tv girl!

"because love can burn like a cigarette / and leave you with nothing" i have. no more to say. just. that's everything i have to say about this i could talk sm more but that's what i want to leave it at

dear my all by mingginyu!

this one's in korean, so allow me to be your terrible translator (genuinely my korean skills are so bad nobody ever taught me so let's see if i can cook) (alternatively, use google translate)

"you can tell me everything, all your secrets / i'll never hurt you again" xl to fx, telling him that he can lean on him and promising o be better this time <3

"you're allowed to rest, you've been running for so long / it's okay to blame the things that have hurt you" fx to xl, telling him that's entitled to peace and happiness after everything he's been through

i tried google translating some of this because i didn't know if mine made sense but aughhh i can't explain it but the translations on google are all... awkward? i can't tell if it's just the context of the way my family speaks korean and the way i've come to understand the use of certain words but either way i'll leave it at that SDHFGJSD

late again by peter manos!

"yesterday came and went / you are my closest friend / i'll never understand / don't want you to see me cry / even though i've seen you cry" they truly were. pretty good friends despite the way their relationship formed. they would've had a much better relationship if they weren't prince and servant but whatever that's still a trope HSDGF so we take that W. they both seem like they'd struggle a bit to be vulnerable with each other but slowly grow more comfortable and that makes me so soft

"i wanna tell you everything is alright / begging you to tell me everything is alright" this one makes me lose it. the first one gives xl vibes (wanting to tell fx that he's okay and he's sorry and things worked out okay) and the second is fx vibes (wanting to know that xl is okay, regretting leaving even though xl told him to leave, wanting to know he's safe)

untitled v.2 by cavetown!

i'm literally never gonna be free from cavetown getting associated with media i'm into am i

"i know my hands aren't warm enough to hold your cold, cold heart" fx feeling like a failure when it came to being able to save xl from The Horrors

"and i know my bones aren't strong enough to keep me from falling apart" both of them fr, they were going through it like crazy. they were constantly on the brink of collapse. someone send some help

"and did you know that every night i play your favourite songs on repeat? it helps me sleep" i think. when they were separated for so many years, they kept reminders of the other around with them. for a little bit of bittersweet comfort

back to you by flower face!

"don't fight back / don't look at me like that / don't forget I'll never quite forgive you / but i'll pretend to" okay but xl realistically thinks nobody will ever forgive him. he would eternally believe that fx holds things against him aughguhaguuhguh angst has me in a chokeholdd

"how will I release you now? / how can I forgive myself when I'm still in love with you?" yeah. pining and separted fenglian keeps me up at night can u tell lmao

"and it's always back to you again / always back to you, my friend" because it really is always back to them! time and time again it's back to them, the two of them together again in differently painful situations and it makes me die inside

i am a world class yapper, please forgive me </3 i also went hard on the angst i just i love my ships a lil angsty (<- writes fluff 80% of the time)

also i didn't forget abt the role jian lan played in fx's life during the time when xl was banished and struggling! this is just focused on only xl and fx's relationship during those times. besides, a lot of signs indicate that fx loved them both dearly, and it hurt a lot to lose them both.

[gay-poet-gabriel]

could u possibly. tell me about jibril. like jsut yap he seems so cool my interesst is very piqued

imagine getting paid to yap

HIIIII!!! LOL i just got back from school and i have found that i have been invited to yap which like i could do for hours but at the same time i probably cant do for very long because my thoughts on this man and his fam are like.,,,,, everywhere ermmm idek where to start

AND ILL BE HONEST EVERYTHING IVE EVER WRITTEN OF HIM (starting a few years ago) HAS VERY DIFFERENT BACKSTORIES AND CRAP FOR HIM BUT YKNOW

SA MENTION, IDEK JUST BEWARE UNDER CUT

uuhh well his family were shepherds in Palestine. He loves them dearly, his Mama is dead (like mine, self-insert time) his brother Mikael is loving as well as his Baba Yusuf, great! But he struggles still because of his missing mother and he was raped as a young boy :(

Didnt get much of an education. Good at what he does, not particularly smart though. (Not that it matters of course c: )

so this comic (which u can barely see cuz my phone camera sucks) is basically about Abraham and Isaac but also Miriam and Moses like essentially Jibril knows he should feel blessed with the birth of his daughter, but he also is pretty mentally disturbed so he has these very horrifying intrusive urges of hurting the people he loves, particularly her (Anaïs, his little one) I feel like the parallels are obvious in this one so yknow i basically already said it

Anyway the lyrics on the left are from Swan Upon Leda by Hozier, which is about rape (story of Leda), abortion rights, and Israel's violent occupation of Palestine (Where Jibril and his family have always been from actually so that's one thing that hasn't changed that they are Arab)

Also jibo is transgender (how i usually draw him LOL who knows anymore magic) so he gave birth to his daughter himself, hence like all of this.

ANYWAY

omg i just realized all of these comics are about his relationship with his daughter except for the red one that's impossible to see whoops

YOU CAN ALSO BARELY SEE THIS ONE

but basically its Jibo's Baba (Yusuf) telling him how special he is and how everything has a bit of god in them, and yknow its him freaking out about how he has something beautiful to share but he just hates himself because he feels he isn't doing a good job as a father or as a person

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moving on he joined the military asap and went on that for a while (don't have much to say about that actually? that's kind of just where i insert him with fandoms i like BUT IT MATTERS I PROMISE)

above lyrics are about rape again u get it and learning to live again (LOVE YOU HOZIER)

THEN he meets his lover boy Aislinge!

Feels immediate guilt for being in love with a man, feels like it is wrong to be gay, feels like he is wrong because he is transgender and still in love with a man (like how he thinks a woman should be)

He is already deeply detached from desire- it doesn't come with the job, does it? haha- and sex-repulsed. but he has a simultaneous fascination and of course guilt with shame and themes of repressed sexual and religious trauma

He feels as though he should not be forgiven but Aislinge does forgive him! And then they're in love and they get married and Gabriel still thinks about the people he's lost and feels bad for it but they're okay.

They both retire and spend their days in Ireland while Anaïs does something, haven't decided what she would do as an adult

the end

[themoonhater]

“Tell your baby that I’m your baby”

Mom never loved me, never gave me the motherly love mothers give to their children, in her case “her child”. She only had me or at least that’s what I thought. Before I was born there were five girls, none were hers but they did have a blood connection since they were her nieces. “Mom” always told me stories of their childhood, not mine ever, my childhood was filled with sorrow and woes, and she doesn’t want to remember any of those because in her story I’m the villain who took away her happiness. She loved them dearly, even now that they’re all older and have gotten on with their lives and don’t care about her, she looks at them lovingly like how one looks at the field of strawberries they have grown, but she hardly looked at me. “Mom” is forever proud of them, even though they never went to college, never learned another language, never learned how to play the piano but I did, I did for her, All I wanted was to see the bright and shiny smile she flashes whenever she sees her “Girls”. I still look at her, waiting like a good dog, and wag my tail for her to notice me, I put my paw in her hand if she asks for it and return with a dismembered one. That’s how “Mom”’s love was towards me, I gave her my bane of existence but left like a soldier from the Trojan War.

Now that I’m older, now that I see her love is different from other mothers and the love she gives others I ask myself “What did you do? What did you do to make you so unlovable that not even your mother loves you” but I swear, I swear on her life because there’s nothing more important than hers in mine I didn’t do anything wrong, what could a child possibly do to make her mother hate her. I even went running back to her after she sent me to school in first grade with bloody lips and a bruised face because that’s my mother, right? She loves me. But who beats down their innocent child like it’s just limp meat all because they didn’t like their kid’s handwriting? I remember being young and full of life - unlike now - watching all the girls playing with their mothers but all I got was getting yelled out for demanding attention.

Sometimes I think that “Mom” was out of love, I mean let’s be real here, she had five girls to love dearly of course at some point in her life she would run out of love to give but oh, how wrong I was because girls came and go, new nieces and such but no, that was not the end of it, she went out of her way to give her love to my friends, newest additions to her “Girls”.

Years have passed and I’m still not her baby. “Mom” still takes away the food from my plate and gives it to her “Girls” while I watch, starving but will do anything to make her smile. “Mom” still belittles me and hugs her “Girls” because they deserve love and I don’t. “Mom” still calls me names for being disobedient but praises her “Girls”. “Mom” never loved me and never will.

A little side note: It’s my first time writing something like this in English, I used to be a great writer back in middle school and high school, won a few local awards but ever since I started college I have been a stranger with my pen. Hopefully my writing is not that awful because it has been one of passions for years now and I’m so happy to picking it up again. I wish to improve it but for now this is all I can offer.

Also my deep apologies if you relate to this. This was inspired by “I bet on losing dogs” by Mitski. There’s this trend going on, on tik tok that made me want to share my story but I promise that I have more fun and happy stories to tell so please stay tuned lol. (btw im new to tumblr dunno if u can tell)

[lilacsandcherries]

💜🥰🌸 Bonjour! Send this to the wonderful people on your feed if you want them to gush about their current favourite song to you and also 1 nice moment from the past week! (no pressure) 🌸💕💜➰💐😈🌸

Hehehe thank u <3

I'm currently once again obsessed with Somebody Else by The 1975, I was listening to all the songs in my library on shuffle and it came on, suddenly I was listening to it on a loop for the better part of an hour... It's also one of the two songs by The 1975 I have left in my library, mostly because those are the only ones I actually really like by them anyway (the other one being Robbers), but also because I absolutely despise M*tty He*ly and he's a shitty person, so I try not to generate too much money through streams for him 👀 though I do firmly believe that you can and should separate the art from the artist if need be. Still, it leaves a bit of a bitter taste... but that song is just too god damn good omg.

To me, it sounds like the last act of a perfect free day spent with your friends, running through the city, laughing and screaming, annoying passers-by because you're too loud while the sky turns orange then pink then purple then cold blue, curling up at the river bank and watching the reflections of the street lamps on the water, talking about your deepest feelings and fears but then seamlessly making jokes again, reluctantly hurrying to the next tram station to catch your last train home and promising each other to see us again in a few days, sitting at the window on your way home and reminiscing about the day you just spent, so happy and full.of love for your friends you could cry.....even though the lyrics tell a whole different story but I gotta admit, I don't really pay attention to them anyway, the instrumentals and synthetic are just too amazing.

Moving on, I had a lot of great moments this week, but the best ones were dancing my heart out with my friends (that I love dearly hehe) at a flat warming party <3

[twistyprefect]

Saw that the requests were open I hope you don't mind me requesting!

Maybe the characters are Leona, Jamil, and Ruggie. The reader is really insecure(Idk if this is the right word). They think that the guys might get tired of them, and they think the guys just went out with them out of pity, and that they talk bad abt them behind their back. The guys need to reassure, and comfort them very often, tell them comforting words, and cuddles^^

Sorry if this is too complicated to understand. No need to do this if u don't wanna

{oof this hits hard for me today so i wanna write it to make myself feel better lmao. also, username checks out qarlgbhae i love it 💞}

Leona Kingscholar

Leona doesn't really understand why his partner was insecure, at first anyway

he thought maybe it was looks-based or something of the like, so he started to compliment them more

eventually he just asked what was bothering, since he hadn't been able to pinpoint it

his partner nervously expressed their woes, their worry that he'd eventually grow tired of them and move on

he's incredibly confused now, but tries to comfort his partner first and foremost

her reminds them that he's dating them for a reason, that he loves their personality and their passions, how they treat him, everything

he'll reassure them as often or as much as they need him to; "I'm with you to marry you some day. I wouldn't waste my time on someone boring."

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie is often a bit insecure himself, so he understands that his partner might feel similarly

he'll always be there to comfort them and hold them, spending more and more time with them

he doesn't initially understand why they were insecure, though; he's the only who's unworthy of their attention

he asks them one afternoon while they're hanging out together, questioning why they're so insecure at times

when they nervously start to explain they think he'll get bored of them, he grabs them and pulls them into a hug

he promises that he never will, that he loves them dearly and think they're one of the most interesting people he knows

"If I ever give you up for being 'boring', just call Leona and get him to kick my teeth in, ok?! I'm serious!"

Jamil Viper

Jamil doesn't fully understand why his partner seems to need more affection or attention from him sometimes

he doesn't mind, in fact he loves when they're a bit clingy or when they spend more time with him

he doesn't really think of it as something being wrong with them until Kalim points it out

Kalim mentions how sometimes they seem a bit sad or distant when they need more affection

Jamil asks them about it the same day, concerned that maybe he wasn't affectionate enough with them

they explain that no, he was great, they just weren't sure he'd want them when he got bored of them

"Bored of you? Nonsense." he scoffed, pulling them into a tight embrace as he whispered words of praise and affirmation to them

[errythinisblue]

a Ruben imagine where you graduate and he’s there and just so proud of u!!!

Hey! Thank you for requesting this, it’s so adorable (and I think it’s something Rúben would absolutely do!!!)🤍 I hope you like this!!!

“You did it.”

Rúben Dias x Y/N

Summary: Your graduation day is approaching fast, and since Rúben is basically home bound due to his injury, he’s using his time to show you how proud and supportive of you he is.

Warnings: some sexual innuendos, but nothing too explicit really.

Since Rúben picked up his injury he was spending a lot more time at home. It’s been two weeks since his last game and he was growing frustrated, as he was clearly missing playing football. But he wasn’t the only one who was feeling like that. You too were feeling frustrated; well to say that you were feeling frustrated was an understatement really. You were a nervous, anxious wreck to be honest, as you’d have to graduate in two days.

 Rúben didn’t really know how to act around you during these days, he didn’t know if you wanted him around or if he should just wait for you to go to him. He ended up doing the latter, as he didn’t want to bother you in any way. And while you spent pretty much all day in your study, re-reading your dissertation countless times out loud as you tried to memorize it in a sort of speech, Rúben would overhear you behind the closed door, just standing there and  listening to your voice that he was missing dearly along the day.

 He was absolutely fascinated by how smart you were, and he always made sure to remind you how proud of you he was, and how he would never be as brilliant as you. He would always encourage you, and he was doing a great job with that during the last few days.

 His words were constantly replaying in your mind, even right now as you were walking aimlessly around the room with your hands in your hair while you went through your speech once again. You wanted everything to be perfect, you needed everything to be perfect as you worked so hard on your dissertation.

 A soft knock on the door made you jump, and brought you back to reality.

 “Come in!” you said as you rearranged your desk, quickly turning your head to look at your boyfriend as you heard the door being opened.

 “You know, I promised myself I wouldn’t bother you since you’re working on your dissertation and all but, you should really come down and eat something amor…” Rúben said as he leaned his shoulder against the doorframe with his arms crossed on his chest while his eyes never left your own.

 “Wait, what time is it??” you asked him, as you clearly lost track of time while you were studying.

 “It’s way past lunch time, it’s like 3 pm Y/N…” he sighed, “I can prepare something for you to eat, just let me know what you’d like.” he proposed as he took the few steps that were separating the two of you, immediately wrapping his arms around your waist once you were at arm’s reach.

 “I didn’t notice it was this late,” you said as you rubbed your tired eyes, “I don’t even know if I’m hungry or not to be honest Rúben…”

 “You have to eat my love,” he told you as he narrowed his eyes at you, “and I won’t accept no for an answer.”

 “I know, I know!” you breathed a laugh before you hugged him, breathing in his scent, “I’m so lucky to have you, you always take care of me…”

 “I love to take care of you,” he mumbled as he placed soft kisses on the top of your head, “so now tell me, what do you wanna eat?”

 “Hm…” you feigned being in thought as you raised your forefinger to your lips, “What’s chef Rúben’s advice??”

 “Chef Rúben?? Really??” he laughed as he looked at you with his dark brown eyes.

 “Yes, chef Rúben!” you nodded your head, “You’ve been my personal chef these days, so chef Rúben it is!”

 “As you wish meu amor…” Rúben shook his head, but the smile never left his lips, “Now come on, let’s go…”

 “I’ll wait for-” you tried to say that you’d continue with your work while you waited for the food to be ready, but Rúben was having none of it.

 “I said let’s go,” your boyfriend stood by the door as he kept his eyes on you, waiting for you to leave that study for at least an hour to breathe some fresh air and relax a little, “come on!”

 “Okay, fine!” you raised your hands in the air, playfully rolling your eyes at the centre back and eliciting a laugh from him.

 Rúben watched your every move: from the way you were putting your things back in order, to the way you were putting your laptop to sleep. And he was still smiling as he thought how cute you looked as you were wearing one of his hoodies; the piece of clothing looked so big on you and it was coming halfway down your thigh. It looked like a dress on you, and it left your bare legs on sight for him to admire. He had to stop his thoughts right there, as he feared they might turn into something definitely more impure if he didn’t.

 “What are you looking at Gato?” you smirked as you turned around and found your boyfriend’s eyes admiring your body.

 “I’m looking at my gorgeous girlfriend…” his voice was so deep it made your stomach flip, and for the first time that day you actually looked at your man. You were so focused on your graduation that you felt like you didn’t see Rúben in days. Yet here he was, wearing a Nike t-shirt and a pair of black shorts, and looking as handsome as ever. If it wasn’t for his injury and your desperate research of perfection, you would have jumped on him right then and there.

 “Babe, I’m far from gorgeous really,” you rolled your eyes at him, “there’s no need to lie about that.”

 “Hey.” he stopped you, gently grabbing you by your arm as you were walking past him, “You’ll always be gorgeous to me, got it?” he asked you as he was towering over you. He then lowered his face down, before he pressed his lips on yours in a much needed kiss.

 “I think I got it now…” you answered him breathlessly, and you closed your eyes as you relished in the feeling of his hands massaging your tensed neck.

 You couldn’t stop your thoughts from wandering, as you looked at your boyfriend while he was cooking for you. The way he was moving around the kitchen, softly humming along the music that was coming from his phone, had your eyes slowly traveling down from his broad shoulders to his lean waist; and then even lower as you bit your bottom lip.

 “I can feel your stare on me baby…” Rúben said, breaking the state of trance you were in.

 “Can you really blame me Dias?” you asked him, as you went to stand near him before you sat on the kitchen counter next to where he was cooking, “You’re looking like a snack in our kitchen while you’re cooking an actual snack just for me, not to mention that it feels like a lifetime ago when we last-”

 “When we last fucked? Yeah, I know full well…” he smirked as he was putting your food in a plate. His eyes couldn’t help but move to your bare thighs from time to time. The closeness of your body was making his brain short-circuiting, as he was affected by the lack of intimacy as much as you were, “Now eat, and don’t put strange ideas in my head…”

 “What are you talking about??” you looked at him with your eyes wide open before you started eating, “I wasn’t trying anything!” you shook your head as you tried to talk with your mouth full, making Rúben giggle.

 “If you say so…” he said as he stood in between your parted thighs, caressing the soft skin that was left uncovered by his hoodie while he watched as you devoured the food he prepared for you, “But I must admit I don’t know if I should trust you or not…”

 “Hey! I’m not the one leaving lingering touches on your skin right now!” you narrowed your eyes while pointing your fork at him, “If there’s someone that’s trying to tempt me that’s you!”

 “Me? I’m just enjoying some time with my girl…” he shrugged his shoulders while his lips curled up in a grin.

 “Well, your girl has to go back to her dissertation now.” you told him once you finished eating your food. You kissed Rúben on his lips after, resting your hands on his cheeks as you did so. But when you tried to get off the counter, he held you there with his hands on your hips, under your, or better his clothes.

 “Can’t you wait a little bit longer? It could do you some good to just relax…” he told you, pouting while he brushed his nose against your own, “Please… I miss having you around, I feel like we barely see each other these days…” he begged before he started placing sweet kisses along your jaw and neck.

 You knew Rúben was right, you could definitely use a break; you’ve been studying for days on end, without giving yourself any time to rest except for when you slept at night. So it didn’t take long for you to give in, you were missing spending time with him too after all.

 “I guess I can, but on one condition.” you smiled at him as you noticed the way his eyes lighted up at your reply, “Promise me you’ll help me going through these last few days without going crazy please…” you looked at him with pleading eyes and praying hands.

 “I promise.” he said before he sneaked his face in the crook of your neck, “I’ll do whatever you want me to do my love.”

 And he did. He did whatever he could to help you survive the last two days that were left before your graduation. He listened to you repeating your speech more times that he could count on both hands, and he left you your own space when you needed it. He made sure that you were eating and drinking properly, and at night he would always prepare a warm bath for you to enjoy before going to bed. But bath time would always lead to something else, as you would end up inviting Rúben to share that moment with you. You both needed to blow off some steam and tension though, so you weren’t really complaining about that.

 Thanks to your boyfriend’s help and extreme care towards you, those days passed in the blink of an eye, and it was soon time for you to give your graduation speech. Your hands were shaking and your nerves were on edge as you replayed the words you’d have to say in your head. Rúben noticed the way you were fidgeting with your shaky fingers, he noticed the concentrated look in your eyes and the way you were biting the inner side of your cheek; all those signals gave him a precise idea of your nervousness, and it was then that he decided he had to show you his full support.

 “Hey…” he tried to gain your attention with his soft voice as he stood in front of you, but you were too immersed in your thoughts to even hear him. So he took your hands in his bigger ones, stopping your fidgeting and snapping you out of your daze, “Hey look at me. You’re gonna do great meu amor. You’re smart and your work is amazing, and every one of us in here will be impressed by your speech!”

 “How are you so sure about it??” you shook your head before he stopped you by taking your chin between his fingers. He raised your face just enough for you to lock your Y/E/C eyes on his. He was looking absolutely gorgeous with his slicked back hair and his trimmed beard, but the black blazer, and the white shirt he was wearing under it, was what you liked the most on him.

 “I’d bet my life on you, because you’re the most brilliant girl I know.” he simply said, the determination burning in his eyes was contagious and it made you feel a little bit more at ease. You knew that as long as you had him by your side you could achieve everything you wanted, and you were extremely thankful for all he was doing for you.

 “I don’t know what I’d do without you Rúben, I mean it…” a smile spread across your face as you watched your boyfriend’s expression mirroring your own, “Can I have one last kiss before I actually become a doctor??”

 “You can bet on it my love, come here!” he laughed before he kissed you, feeling your hands slipping under his black blazer to rest on his waist, “Now come on, you’ve got this. Show them what you’re capable of.” he encouraged you by putting his hands on your shoulders and pressing his lips to your forehead.

 “Is captain Rúben speaking now??” you laughed as you noticed the change in his demeanor, he was standing tall in front of you, with his chest puffed out while he looked down at you. He probably wanted to look reassuring, but in reality he was just looking strangely endearing.

 “I’m sorry, I guess some habits die hard…” he said before he relaxed his shoulders and lowered his head smiling, “Plus it’s kinda the only way I know to motivate someone?” he confessed as he sheepishly put his hands in his pockets.

 “I love those habits, and I love you.” you murmured against his lips as you left a peck on them before you noticed the degree commission making its way into the room, “Now wish me luck!” you winked at him before you turned around and walked away from him to stand in front of the commission members.

 Everything happened in a blur. Your speech was perfect, exactly like you wanted it to be, and you swore you couldn’t smile wider as you listened to the commission declaring you were a Doctor now. You thanked everyone in front of you, and as soon as you could you turned around, immediately resting your eyes on the one person that was there through all of it: Rúben. The happiness and pride were evident on his beautiful face, as his eyes shined brighter than you’ve ever seen. He stood next to your families and friends and as they all cheered for you, he winked at you and mouthed ‘You did it’, making you tear up instantly.

 You couldn’t really wait any more to be in his arms again, so you just walked to him and put your arms around his neck, forgetting about anyone else in the room that wasn’t him.

 “Have I already told how proud of you I am??” Rúben whispered in your ear as you could hear how glad he was just by the tone of his voice.

 “Maybe once or twice,” you laughed as you rested your forehead on his shoulder, “I can’t believe it’s finally over…it feels like I can breathe again!”

 “It is, you did it my love,” he said as he held you tighter, “I love you so much, my beautiful doctor.”

 “I love you more Rúben,” you raised your face to look at him as you said so, “so much more!”

 “I doubt it.” he lowered his voice as he narrowed his eyes at you, “But on to more important things, I gave you your last kiss before your graduation… do you think I can give you your first kiss as a doctor??”

 “You can and you should Mister Dias…” a grin made its way on your lips, before you bit down on your bottom one as you watched Rúben’s face nearing your own.

 “Be careful what you wish for baby…” he smirked as he stroked your cheeks with his thumbs.

 “Do you really want me to be careful?” you playfully asked him, “I mean we have all the time in the world now, to do what we want…” your suggestive tone made his smirk turn bigger, before he erased the little distance that was left between the two of you as he crashed his lips on yours, eliciting some whistles and cheers from the people around you.

 “I really can’t wait to get you home now…” he confessed as you placed your hands on his chest while he rested his forehead on yours. You could feel his strong heartbeat racing against his ribcage, and it was then that you felt complete for the first time in your life. You just graduated and you had the man of your dreams standing right in front of you; you had everything you wished for. Now you couldn’t wait for what was to come in the future.

[tsukasalvr]

Heya! how are you? i hope you are having a good day and get some water! <3 If you don't mind, I have been through a somewhat depressing situation (not to say worse) so I wanted to know if I could request some headcanons or drabble about Hanako, Tsukasa, Kou (and the rest of the characters you want to add) with a fem reader who suffers domestic violence (physical and mental) but has a little emotional dependence on her family (manipulation), how would react Hanako, Tsukasa, etc?

AN: hihi anon! I have something to say and u probably didn’t know this and that’s ok! My one and only trigger I have listed rn is dependency, that’s the one thing that triggers me so when I so this prob won’t be good! Super sorry! Also if u ever need someone to talk to, my messages are always open and my discord tag is public! Back from my break yayay

; 𝙖𝙗*𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙨/𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙨 𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮

𝗔𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗲/𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝗧𝗯𝗵𝗸

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: 𝗛𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗸𝗼, 𝗧𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗞𝗼𝘂

𝗔𝗡: 𝗜𝗠 𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗥𝗡 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗚𝗢𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗢 𝗦𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗟 𝗣𝗟𝗭 𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗔𝗟𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗬 𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗦𝗢 𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗗𝗔𝗬𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗦𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗟

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱, 𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗰𝘆, 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗱/𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗱, 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 (𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗻 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮)

𝗜 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲

; ʜᴀɴᴀᴋᴏ

Hanako adores you

He would practically die a second time for you!!

So when he finds out he’s not just angry- he’s absolutely furious

Hes very worried about your health overall and will take care of you for as long as necessary till you feel better

Seeing you hurt in both physically and mentally, hurts him dearly

He will become your own personal therapist and will listen to all your worries and will help you

He can’t exactly do much when it comes to your home and parents because he’s bounded to the school, but he will ask Kou and Yashiro to help you

He won’t tell them about your situation unless you want to and will just tell them you need some cheering up and should hang out at your house and have fun for him. Then the next day he can ask them what happened so he can help you

Will ask you to stay in school more often so he can make sure you’re safe

Will help you make choices on your own if you’re dependent on your family

Constantly tells you how you don’t need your parents to help you if they’re just going to treat you the way they do

“Would you rather depend on yourself and those who care for you, or those who only hurt you and make you feel miserable?” He tells you while you both sit in the dark bathroom floor alone facing each other, amber eyes staring right at yours as he envelopes your hands with his.

; ᴛsᴜᴋᴀsᴀ

Tsukasa is a possessive and protective lover

If anything were to hurt you in any sort of way, he’ll immediately deal with it because no one can hurt you as long as he’s around

So when he finds out about whats happening to you in your personal life when you’re home with your family who are supposed to love and care for you,

He’s practically steaming from anger

He’ll beg you to tell him everything and tell you how you can depend on him to help you

You don’t need your family for him if you can just rely on him

He’ll protect you- he promises it, and you can definitely trust him! He’s your lover after all, how could you not?

After all this, you won’t have anyone to depend on except him. You only need him in life to help you

He’ll make sure you stay with him at all times so he can make sure nothing happens to you, this included staying after school with him

It’s a win-win for him! Not only can he spend more time with you and show you how great he is so you can rely on him for anything, he can also make sure you don’t go back to your family ever again!

Just stay with him, where it’s safe and where he can embrace you in bone-crushing hugs with his cold body

; ᴋᴏᴜ

Kou is a caring lover

He deeply cared about you and will volunteer to help you with anything I’m even if a simple task

Helping you and knowing you’re safe and knowingly feeling loved by him is all he needs in the world

Constantly worrying about you, even if it’s about the littles things

So after finding out about the way you’re getting treated, he’ll do anything in his power to protect and help you

Need someone to talk to? He’ll hear you intently to every word you say

Need something to make you feel better? He can bake some cookies for you while you’re playing with Tiara in his room

Need a place to stay? You can stay at his! His family adores you!

Will make sure you stay away from your house as much as often, so sleeping at his house is practically the normal for you

He’ll make sure everything is just right for you- clothes, morning and night routine things, etc. have already been supplied for you so you can stay as long as you need/like

Will make sure you’re distracted so you don’t ever think about your family

You can depend on him all you’ll like! But he’ll have to teach you that sometimes he won’t always be there next to you for you to rely on so you’ll only have yourself to depend on

He’ll help you as much as you need- that’s just how he is, but it’s important for you to know that sometimes you can only help yourself

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[quillsanddaydreams]

❝ [ portkey to hogwarts ]

★ author’s note: this is a collection of all harry potter stories I've written so far. I've come to love them all dearly and I hope you enjoy them too!

★ psa: I do not give the permission to copy/repost/translate my works on any site. Kindly refrain from doing so.

c o l l e c t e d d r a b b l e s

⟶ when they realise they're in love with you ›› marauders era edition

⟶ types of hugs ›› marauders era edition

⟶ on a date ›› golden era edition

⟶ dancing ›› golden era edition

j a m e s p o t t e r

⟶ what great men say ›› James and you are friends. Close friends. Friends who care deeply for each other. Right? (one-shot)

⟶ a letter from james ›› Distance only increases the love between people. Or so people say. And James was always someone unexpected. (drabble)

⟶ i don't like you ›› James and you do not like each other. Not even a bit. (one-shot)

⟶ never again ›› prompt: hugs that last longer than the rest. (drabble)

s i r i u s b l a c k

⟶ a letter from sirius ›› Sirius was never good at conveying his emotions. So he thought, until he started writing them all down. (drabble)

⟶ harmless flirting and more ›› Sirius flirting with you includes… (head-canon)

⟶ dating sirius ›› Dating Sirius will include… (head-canon)

⟶ false promises ›› Sirius and you have a long history you can never get over. What happens when you finally get an opportunity to leave it all behind? (one-shot)

⟶ summer love ›› Spending a fancy summer with Sirius includes…(head-canon)

⟶ starry henna ›› Sirius attends your sister’s wedding along with the marauders which makes him fall even more in love with you. (one-shot)

⟶ love and war ›› Sirius is a reckless man, what happens when you've had enough? (one-shot)

r e m u s l u p i n

⟶ a letter from remus ›› A rant about cliché novels brings in a treat for you! (drabble)

⟶ mad first love ›› First love is supposed to be the most chaotic rollercoaster of emotions. The one that never leaves. What happens when you encounter Remus after years of your breakup? (one-shot)

⟶ read my thoughts ›› What would Remus lupin crushing on a legimens reader include... (head-cannon)

r e g u l u s b l a c k

⟶ a letter from regulus ›› A fight makes Regulus confess some feelings. (drabble)

⟶ puzzle dates ›› Regulus and you reconnect after years and your feelings for him come toppling back. (one-shot)

⟶ poloroids ›› What happens when you open an old box Regulus left for you after your breakup? (one-shot)

⟶ moonlit ramblings ›› An unexpected kiss that shocks the person who receives it. (drabble)

⟶ pinks, blues and yellows ›› Giving flowers to regulus becomes a tradition. Perhaps both of you care for it more than you think. (head-canon)

⟶ soft mornings ›› prompt: goodmorning hugs (drabble)

⟶ not anymore ›› prompt: an angry hug, a hug that isn't returned. (drabble)

f r e d w e a s l e y

⟶ a letter from fred ›› Never ever did a joke result in something so heartwarming… (drabble)

⟶ teddy bear ›› Fred had been too busy with work to even talk to you and it’s only for long that you can ignore an ich. (one-shot)

⟶ sundays ›› Fred Weasley and you but it’s people shouting ‘and they were roomates!’ (one-shot)

⟶ home ›› The first hug after not seeing each other for a long period of time. The kind of hug that lasts longer than it should for "just friends", one filled with poorly hidden mutual pining, where no one wants to be the one to let go first. (drabble)

⟶ jealousy jealousy ›› Fred finds adorable to how you react when you're jealous. (drabble)

g e o r g e w e a s l e y

⟶ a letter from george ›› The best birthday gifts come with some confessions. (drabble)

⟶ icecream swirls ›› Sneaking out with George is always full of surprises! (one-shot)

⟶ arranged ›› As Voldemort rises to power, he begins his ruined agenda: purifying the lineage of the sacred 28. The Weasley’s power attracts him, the monster fixes your marriage to the man who loathes you to the bits. George Weasley. Will the two of you ever come to terms with each other? Or rather, even have a civil conversation? (series)

d r a c o m a l f o y

⟶ a letter from darco ›› A walk in the woods makes Draco remember you. (drabble)

⟶ flirting game ›› Draco flirting with you would include… (head-canon)

⟶ mixtape ›› What would Draco gifting you a mixtape of muggle songs on the wedding night include... (head-canon)

g i n n y w e a s l e y

⟶ cliché sleepovers and some popcorn ›› You invite Ginny to a typical muggle sleepover and those include kisses, don’t they? (one-shot)

h e r m i o n e g r a n g e r

⟶ peonies ›› Hermione could not paint. It never seemed to come out right and took way too much time. But she could not say no to you. Not when you asked so sweetly. (one-shot)

⟶ duty calls ›› A lazy day in bed becomes something serious when Hermione shares some news. (one-shot)

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[dearemilia]

Hello there 👋 im not sure if you're ok with writing this but u was wondering if I could have a headcannon or scenario (whichever you feel comfortable with writing it) where the Toman boys witness their gojo!s/o getting sealed away by geto or they get the news that their s/o got sealed? Thank you and have a great day 💗💗💗

IN WHICH THEY RECEIVED NEWS THEIR GOJO! S/O BEING SEALED

Sano 'Mikey' Manjiro, Matsuno Chifuyu, Mitsuya Takashi

NOTE: Thank you for requesting anon <3 This is a splendid idea and I had fun writing it :] Though, since you didn't specifically ask which characters you want, I added them myself <3 You have a great day too <3

WARNINGS: GN! Reader, angst with no comfort, mentions of blood, shibuya incident jjk manga spoilers, and tr bonten arc spoilers. I apologize if the characters are OOC. Stay safe and healthy! <3

SANO 'MIKEY' MANJIRO

➩ Mikey panicked once he heard about what happened recently in Shibuya.

➩ You always claimed to be the strongest and that you'll be fine. He worries for you a lot after what happened to his brother, baji, emma, and izana.

➩ He couldn't bare to lose you, especially when you're someone he loves dearly.

➩ So hearing the news about what happened in Shibuya, broke his heart.

➩ He knew one of your students, Megumi. So he called him "Sano-san..." Megumi sighed as he couldn't find the right words on how to tell your boyfriend that you had been sealed.

➩ Mikey could tell there was something wrong with Megumi and he demanded to know what happened to you with a threatening tone.

➩ "Gojo-sensei...They've been sealed" Megumi informed him.

➩ Mikey's world shattered into pieces. He couldn't believe the news, he really couldn't.

➩ Didn't you say that you'd come back to him alive and safe?

➩ For the past week, Mikey has been rougher on bonten. The other members didn't do anything about it as they know that Mikey would kill them instantly if they ever mention about you.

➩ He ate less and only slept for 2-3 hours of sleep. Most of them were nightmares of you.

➩ One night, he thought to himself. Why does this keep on happening to him? Why does he keep on losing the people he love. Then it all clicked to him.

➩ Maybe, Mikey is destined to be left alone in the darkness.

MATSUNO CHIFUYU

➩ Chifuyu really admires and respects you.

➩ You both have been through a lot. Watching your best friends die in your arms. He’s really glad to be dating someone like you who understands him.

➩ So when he sees Megumi and Itadori showing up in his shop. He was really confused.

➩ "Matsuno-san, may we talk to you? In private..." Itadori avoided his gaze as Chifuyu signaled for Kazutora to hold the cat that was once in his arms.

➩ When they both sat in his office, Megumi told him all about what happened to you during the incident.

➩ Chifuyu wanted to punch a wall. He wanted to scream.

➩ Of all people, it just had to be you, didn't it?

➩ Once Megumi and Itadori are out of sight with both of them glancing at Chifuyu with pity in their eyes.

➩ Chifuyu let his tears out.

➩ "Didn't you say you were the strongest..." He cried for hours that night.

➩ He ate one of your favorite sweets that night, he thought it would make him feel better, but he just kept remembering you.

MITSUYA TAKASHI

➩ Mitsuya was too busy designing his next clothing.

➩ You drop by at his place before everything happened and told him that you were going on a mission.

➩ Mitsuya told you to come back to him safely and you promised him that you would.

➩ So why is it that he's hearing Yuta say that you have been sealed.

➩ He knew how dangerous and exhausting your job is. But he trusted you to come back to him since you always did.

➩ Yuta lowered his head "I'm sorry Mitsuya-san..."

➩ Mitsuya didn't know why the boy was even apologizing but Yuta must've felt bad that he couldn't be there to save you.

➩ So he reassured Yuta that it was fine and that he better make sure to bring you back.

➩ After Yuta left, Mitsuya sighed and rubbed his eyes while leaning back onto his chair.

➩ He pulls out his phone and his lock screen shows up.

➩ It was a picture of you and him in Paris when he had given you that promise ring.

➩ If it weren’t for your clan, you both would have been married by now.

➩ He wished he could have seen you wear that dress/tuxedo that he made for you and only you.

[imnotusedtobeingloved]

A/B/C/D/E/F/G/H/I/J/K/L/M/N/O/P/Q/R/S/T/U/V/W/X/Y/Z

 FROM THE CHARACTER ALPHABET WITH IVAR RAGNARSSON.

REQUESTED BY: @witch-of-letters

A - affection (how affectionate are they? what do they enjoy?)

At first? Not at all.

The only person he is used to getting affection from is Aslaug, so naturally you might earn a few sceptical looks from him if you try to get close.

Nevertheless he quickly learns how pleasant the attention of someone else can be, but tries to be subtle about it. He wouldn’t want to tell you upfront that he enjoys having you close or that he likes your touch, because he fears the rejection that might come with it.

In time, he would alert you with a little nudge here and there whenever he requires your tenderness.

Slowly but surely Ivar would get more daring, trying to innitiate the soft touches himself. If you don’t pull back, he’ll get more sure of himself and as soon as it is clear to him that you are serious about him, you’ll be the only person in Kattegat to recieve affectionate touches from Ivar without any deadly concequences.

What he loves most is either having his head placed on your chest or stomach, feeling you breathe and with your hands in his hair, or laying on the side, with you wrapped around his back.

B - bodypart (what’s their favorite bodypart on their partner and them?)

His arms.

His arms have been a replacement for his legs for all his life. Since he has to crawl everywhere until he has his crutches, they are well built and knowing that you love being wrapped inside them, makes Ivar love them even more.

Your legs.

He likes your legs because they are what he cannot have. He likes them because his are so flawed, and yet you choose to love them anyways. And he likes them due to their shape, the softness of your skin and how they look when you move around.

C - commitment (how quick are they to commit?)

Not that quick.

Ivar is reluctant, to say the least.

He needs to be 100% sure that you are commited to him, before he will make any kind of promises to you. It would be a long process full of selfdoubt, selfdeprication and fear of betrayal.

Ivar would also visit the seer and ask about a future with you by his side. The seers answers would be, as always, very vague (if he says something at all).

In addition to all those troubles, his brothers are in the midst of it. Ubbe and Hvitserk might be the only positive voices of reason at times (apart from Aslaug), while Bjorn would not really concern himself with it. Sigurd on the other hand would throw salt at Ivars mental wounds, saying you were only with him out of pity.

So the viking has no real option but to rely on you reassurance and your loving words. You’d probably have to spend months proving that you are serious about him, because he has been hurt and rediculed so many times before, but in the end it’s all worth it.

Once Ivar chooses to fully commit to you, he’s there to stay.

D - dates (what would dates with them look like? what would they plan?)

Ivar is usually not that much of a planner when it comes to dates.

Normally he is content with finding a secluded place to spend time with you, away from the crowds and far, far away from his relatives.

But if, for any reason, a special occassion should arise, he would definetely ask his brothers for help as much as he hates it.

He would send Hvitserk to distract you with requests and tasks all day, while Ubbe helps him set everything up in a little cabin in the woods. Ivar would ask Aslaug to have some thralls bring plates of food as well.

E - experience (how many relationships have they had before?)

Close to nothing, really.

Ivar did not have any experience with real love and he was very sceptical of it.

The few kisses and cuddles he may have had, have all come from the thralls his family owns.

Apart from that, he has not been interested in anybody, other than finding some attractive on the outside. Too often he had to find out the hard way that the insides of people where much more ugly than the exterior.

So in response to that Ivar mainly focused on his training and on becoming a better viking, until you came along.

F - family (do they want to start a family?)

Ivar would love to start a family.

At first, he is actually astounded that you’d bring it up.

For a long time, he could’ve never imagined someone wanting to have a family with him. To have a child with him (no matter if it’s your own or adopted). So when you suggest it, he is mindblown for a second, before he cups your face, telling you that it is what he longed for all along.

He would be ecstatic upon the idea of having an heir. Or two. Or more. But at least one is fair.

For him, it feels like everything is finally falling into the right place.

G - generosity (do they give their partner a lot of presents? if so, what?)

Exceptionally generous.

And you don’t even have to ask for them.

Ivar brings tons of goods and riches home from every raid, where you can pick whatever you like. He makes sure to safe the best pieces for you and keeps an eye out for suvenirs he knows you might love.

Should you require anything else Ivar has enough resources to get you everything you want from the market. Since Aslaugs rule in Ragnars absence, Kattegat has also transformed into an important trading center, will all kinds of diverse products.

Ivar sees to it, that you have anything you could possible require, even in his absence.

He spoils you, not gonna lie.

H - heaven (how would they react if they lost their partner?)

Ivar would never recover from the loss.

After everything that happened to his family, all the betrayals and the lies and the fights, you were the one thing to keep him going. You had been there for him everytime, no matter how hard it was. No matter how dangerous it got, no matter how exhausted you were.

But now?

There was nothing.

No one.

And no way to bring you back.

One of the things that scares Ivar most is how numb everything feels. There was nobody to be angry at. Nobody to blame, except for the illness that took you away. And against something like that, not even Ivar the Boneless could seek revenge.

He should have known when you confessed you love, that you were just another thing he had to lose. First it was his father, then his mother, then Helga and Floki and now... there was nothing left of him.

Still your face, your smell, you presence would follow him everywhere he goes.

And he’d beg you to haunt him.

I - i love you (who says the three magic words first and why?)

It depends.

The only way Ivar would say it first is if he is frantic. Either in a screaming match, or when you are close to leaving him.

When neither of those are likely though, this viking would most definetely wait until you’ve said it first. For a long time he does not even dare to hope that you will. He is still a cripple after all, no amout of love could ever change that and he fears the day you realize it. Ivar is so used to rejection that he tells himself it wouldn’t hurt if you left. But deep down he knows it would. That’s why he always hesitates in the very last second, drawing back. 

He leaves the first ‘i love you’ to you. But when it comes, you’ve never seen him smile that big. He can’t believe his luck. Can’t believe that you truly choose him over anyone else.

Ivar will rarely outright tell you that he loves you and only chooses particular moments for it.

But that just makes it all the more special.

J - journey (how did they first meet their partner?)

Unfortunately, you met Ivar while his men were preparing for a raid.

You stumbled upon their camp and he questioned you, demanding informations. This way he could gather when the best time for an attack might be. But not only that. You captured his interest in a way he would not have expected.

There was something in the way you spoke and the way you carried yourself that made him hesitate. He supposed that was what it must have felt like for his father with that unlucky priest Floki killed in the end. But then again, in time, he discovered it wasn’t quite the same. There was something more that drew him to you, apart from curiosity.

And he intended to find out what exactly it was.

Who knows after all?

Maybe it was fate.

K - kisses (what are their kisses like?)

Ivars kisses are desperate.

Desperate for warmth, desperate for acceptance, desperate for belonging.

He puts his emotions into every kiss and there is no such thing as ‘just a peck’ with him. Ivar likes to feel needed. He likes showing you how much he loves you, rather than expressing it with words.

He’s also not ashamed to kiss you in front of an audience, frankly he does not care who sees it, because you’re the only one that counts (but he will stop should it make you uncomfortable). He does not fear that it might make him seem weak, that thought is pretty ridiculous to him.

If anything, he’s even more proud to be the one you want.

L - love language (what’s their love language?)

Ivars love language is physical touch closely followed by words of affirmation.

Ivar feels loved the most if he recieves physical touch. He senses that most people around him are too intimidated to get close, or are simply put off by his condition. As a result of that, he rarely gets affectionate touches or attention, which he craves dearly. Even more so since Aslaug is dead and Floki and Helga are both gone. It’s important to Ivar that his partner makes him feel appreciated this way, even if it’s just a hand on his arm at the table, or your fingers laced with his. Every little touch counts.

The second best way to make him happy is through words of affirmation. Words have great meaning to Ivar, so beware of saying anything hurtful to him, for it might stay with him for a lifetime. In time you may notice that especially Ragnars last words “happiness means nothing” are stuck in Ivars head. Words impact him greatly, and you may have to undo some of the damage others have caused in his mind, with a few well-placed strikes. Ivar will appreciate it if you reassure him of your love with the right words at the right time.

M - memory (what’s their favorite memory of the relationship?)

The morning after the first night spend together.

Back then he had no idea how it happened or how you did it.

You were still snoring next to him when he came to realize he didn’t just like you. He loved you. And while you moved around, hugging the fur close to your chest a thousand emotions had swirled in his head. He was confused, surprised and completely thrown aback about what you did to him. About how you made his heart beat faster and his limbs tingle with the need to draw you closer. He watched, until the sun tickled your skin, rousing you from your sleep and when you opened your eyes to look at him with that smile... you knocked the breath out of his lungs.

Whenever he thinks back to that morning now, you catch him with an absent-minded smile on his lips.

N - newborn (how would they react to expecting a child? how would they deal with the pregnancy?)

Ivar would be shocked.

First of all, he would question if the child is truly his, as it seemed impossible before. He wouldn’t have thought that he would ever get the chance to have an heir. So, once you’ve settled his doubts, he would be the proudest father-to-be in all of Kattegat.

But also the most anxious.

He heavily questions his ability to raise a child. Even he knows his father was not a really good example to look up to when it comes to raising children, or to being a husband.

So he seeks the not really helpful advice of his brothers, who all seem to go in completely different directions when it comes to kids. Hvitserk is clearly letting his nephews and nieces walk all over him, while Ubbe is acting like an overprotective hen. Bjorn seems deadset on training them and sending them out in the wild. And Sigurd? Ivar is not quite sure the man is a grown-up himself.

In conclusion: they all started fighting amost themselves while Ivar watched the mess unfold.

Clearly, his mother Aslaug would have been a much better option.

But if she is no longer around, Ivar will instead turn to Floki and Helga where he finally finds some words of wisdom and support.

Without a doubt the woman carrying his child will be protected at all times. This is a literal miracle to him and he would be devastated if anything went wrong with the mother, or the child.

Other than that Ivar finds great joy in the pregnancy. He loves seeing the mother grow with his child and he would be truly proud of his child for carrying on his legacy. Ivar’s love grows during this incredible months, even during all the moods and cravings.

Both, the mother and the baby will be incredibly spoiled.

O - oasis (what’s their favorite place to spent time?)

The pier.

He enjoys the location, especially on warm summer days.

He has many memories stored in his mind, of sitting out on the docks. It’s a place where he can clear his head and it also gives him an overview of everything that is happening around him.

Ivar also likes the calm view of the ocean, even though he’s terrified of the sea. He likes to imagine all the lands that await him on the next raid. The atmosphere helps him to resume his strategies and to gather his thoughts.

It helps him to visualize the terrain the next war will be fought on and the techniques his enemies might use.

You will find him there often, sitting and staring out to the sea until the sun fades away.

P - petnames (what petname would they give their partner?)

“My love.”

The words tasted absolutely ridiculous on his tongue, when he first said them. Almost pathetic. That is also what he threw at your head, when you first said it, but not in anger. It was... something else. Some thing you had to figure out first.

The way he put you off was so reluctant, that it didn’t fit. He liked it. You knew he did. And he knew you knew he did. And he hated it.

This, in turn, made you use the petname whenever you could, with a smirk on your face. Eventually he not only gave in, but started using it himself.

The first time he did you probably spit out your drink in shock tbh.

He’d grumble out of embarassement, until you’d reassure him. When he knows for sure that you actually love it, it’s settled.

It would become a habit.

Q - quiet (what do undisturbed moments look like?)

Peaceful.

In quiet moments Ivar can take a breath and let go of all that troubles him.

He likes taking you down to the beach on those rare days, lying next to you in the sand and relaxing for hours. In those moments all the fights, the wars and the arguments truly fade away. Sometimes they might creep into his mind, which you scold him for when he shares those thoughs absent-mindedly.

Apart from that, it is in those quiet times that you can truly find joy in the company of each other. There don’t need to be many words or actions to keep you happy, just the two of you alone will do.

R - rivals (how do they handle jealousy?)

Not too well.

If there is anyone making advances towards you, Ivar will be the first one to notice. Probably even before you.

He knows very well that you would not appreciate a bloodbath. And further than that, there are political figures that are better kept alive during those stressful times of war. So, no matter how much it bugs him, he would keep still for the time being, trusting you to tell them off (but you may notice the tick of his jaw, or the whitened knuckles when his fingers clench around the armrests of his chair).

If you don’t notice, Ivar will be sure to inform you and ask you to do something about it. He doesn’t voice his concerns about it very clearly, but he is afraid of you leaving him for another.

Though, should a situation get critical, even after you have made clear that Ivar is the one for you, you can be sure that Ivar wont let it slide.

Even if he has to make it look like an accident.

S - song (what song is a reminder of them?)

OCEAN EYES - BILLIE EILISH

I've been watchin' you for some time

Can't stop starin' at those ocean eyes

Burning cities and napalm skies

Fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes

Your ocean eyes

No fair

You really know how to make me cry

When you gimme those ocean eyes

I'm scared

I've never fallen from quite this high

Fallin' into your ocean eyes

Those ocean eyes

I've been walkin' through a world gone blind

Can't stop thinkin' of your diamond mind

Careful creature made friends with time

He left her lonely with a diamond mind

And those ocean eyes

No fair

You really know how to make me cry

When you gimme those ocean eyes

I'm scared

I've never fallen from quite this high

Fallin' into your ocean eyes

Those ocean eyes

Da, da-da, da-da

Da-da-da, da, da

Da, da, da, da, da-da-da-da

Mm

Mm

Mm

No fair

You really know how to make me cry

When you gimme those ocean eyes

I'm scared

I've never fallen from quite this high

Fallin' into your ocean eyes

Those ocean eyes

T - token (what kind of object would be the proof of their love? a ring? a necklace? something completely different?)

Ivar can, as a prince and as a king, buy you anything you want.

So he goes a completely different way.

He would try and make you something himself. Something that wouldn’t bother you during the day while tending to your tasks, but also something that would show everyone around you that you are taken.

And something that would remind you of him.

Ivar has noticed you fiddle with the pendant of his necklace often enough.

The viking takes is upon himself to make a twin to the mjolnir hanging from his throat. He would spend ages drawing out the form and details of the hammer, making sure everything looks perfect. He would also use much more expensive material than his own was made of and would insert fitting gemstones if possible.

Ivar works through days and nights to complete his work and smiles like a child when he can finally hand it to you.

It would turn out so beautiful that you would never want to take it off.

U - unique (why did they choose their partner? what first attracted them?)

The thing that first drew him to you was your personality.

Ivar likes looking at pretty features and bodies, yes. But in a way, doesn’t everyone?

Physical attributes don’t mean that much to him. That he may find a body pleasing to look at has nothing to do with feelings. It is more about an aesthitic. About a facade.

What really interests him is your behavior and your mannerisms. How you talk and behave when nobody sees you and how you move when the great hall is filled with people.

Ivar is first attracted to you because of your habits and your character. The unique tells when he catches you lying, or the characteristic twitch of your mouth, when Bjorn shares a story around the dinner table.

V - vulnerable (how vulnerable do they allow themselves to get?)

He is a tough nut to crack.

Ivar is not the type to be vulnerable around others.

He is not always proud of it when he loses his temper, but he absolutely hates it when he has to cry. Not particularily because he sees it as a weakness, but because he despises the whole feeling of it. He hates the helplessness that settles in and the pityful looks everyone carries on their faces when tears are shed.

He does not like to cry in front of you, even when you are close. You will often have to force him to lean on you and let you comfort him. At the beginning he dislikes doing so, but quickly notices that it helps.

He starts to appreciate your help and your knowledge when you assist him to get his mind back on track and give him a perspective he might not have thought of (though there is rarely a way he does not come up with).

X - xfactor (what’s one of their special talents they try to impress with?)

His mind.

While his brothers might be honest in saying that they consider him their equal despite his disability (which he is already sceptical of), Ivar is very aware that that does not count for everyone else around him.

Not even for you.

So he tries to impress you with what he does best. Ivar is intelligent and an incredible strategist on all fields. He will use his smarts and his witt to catch you attention (and maybe even aks you for advice, even though he already has the perfect solution).

Y - yin & yang (how does having their partner around change their behavior?)

It changes quite a bit.

Ivar becomes calmer when you’re around. More patient and less heated. Apart from that he puts great value on your opinions, even of you are not familiar with all of his strategies.

The times of war are stressful even on a bright mind such as his. It makes him agitated when you’re parted and he trends to get nervous when he can’t keep an eye on you.

Since what happened to his mother while he was not around, he fears that the same fate might come for you if he is not on guard at all times. That, in turn gets him easily frustrated when you can’t join him where he is going.

Needless to say, his men are glad when you are present.

Ivar becomes more relaxed, witty and even pleasant at times as soon as you are near.

Z- zen (how calm are they during arguments?)

Not very calm, even though he tries to keep his cool.

He tends to let his frustrations out, wether that be through screaming or trashing something.

This viking does not hold back.

And we all know Ivar is already intimidating enough when he is not in a bad mood.

But usually, all of that doesn’t happen around you. Between the both of you arguments rarely arise. You are pretty much on the same page and definetely act as a team.

Though, of course, it can’t be that easy all the time. When an argument between the two of you arises Ivat tries to reason with you. The man is used to things going his way, so it might be quite a struggle to go against him at first. He tends to get louder, as a way to emphasize his reasoning, but will quickly try to shut it down if you tell him that it upsets you.

He’ll try to explain his situation and get a grip on your view at the same time, until you reach an agreement both of you are happy with, which he does not do with anyone but you.

[scotianostra]

On 5th July 1530 Border reiver, John Armstrong of Gilnockie, up to 50, (numbers vary) of his men were hanged for blackmail by James V..

The judicial murder of Johnnie and his men was a shameful crime by the young Stewart monarch.

Johnny Armstrong of Gilnockie was youngest son of the Laird of Mangerton, the clan chief. He was probably the most famous of all the Border reivers, dreaded on the English side of the Border, but dearly loved by his people, a highly respected and gifted chief.

Johnnie had established a very successful and lucrative protection racket which extended into England as far south as the River Tyne. All within this region paid tribute to him for their own safety and protection.

In 1530 disorder was widespread. The king made determined efforts to establish the rule of law. From Edinburgh, escorted by a strong force, he set off to go hunting in Ettrick forest. On the way, several prominent outlaws were caught and sent back to Edinburgh where they were executed.

Eventually, the king encamped at Caerlanrig near Teviothead, and invited the principals of the reiving clans to meet him with promises that their lives would be spared if they were prepared to submit themselves to their king.

Gilnockie, apparently, was among those invited. Considering his experience and astuteness, he must have been quite sure of the assurances of his safety he received. Confidently, Gilnockie set off from Langholm Castle accompanied by an entourage of about 50 men, included Elliots, Littles and Irvines. They prepared well for the meeting equipping themselves in the very best attire and rode north.

Passing through the narrows of Moss Paul they were ambushed by detachment of the king’s horsemen who escorted them to Caerlanrig. At Caerlanrig, they were brought before James who, when he saw them so finely attired, expressed his anger that they should surpass the king in finery, and said;’ What wants yon knave that a king should have’.

In the confrontation that followed it soon became clear that the king had no intention of granting any pardon and he ordered that Gilnockie and his companions be taken away and hanged.

Gilnockie did not plead for their lives but he did offer many inducements if their lives were spared as he was a powerful chief and could offer much.

However, it became clear that the king would not be swayed and proudly he said: ‘I am but a fool to seek grace in a graceless face, but if I had known, sir, that you would have taken my life this day, I would have lived upon the Border in spite of King Harry (Henry VIII) and you both and would have don my best horse with gold to know that I was condemned to die this day. And so they were led away outside and he and all his men were hanged.

There is no official record in Scotland or in London of a trial, and it is quite clear that no trial took place.

The previous year, 1530, the people of Eskdale had received remission and there is no reason for believing that any further charges had been brought against Gilnockie. He and his followers were reprehensibly betrayed and were hanged without any pretext of a trial.

At Caerlanrig, beside the church and within a railed enclosure are the graves of Johnny Armstrong and his numerous followers, hanged without trial by the boy king James V in 1531.

'Ye lied, ye lied, now King,’ he says 'Altho’ a King and Prince ye be! For I’ve luved naething in my life’ I weel dare say it, but honesty!’

The murder of Gilnockie and his men caused, first, disbelief and then rage, not only with the local clans but throughout much of the borders. Clans came out in open rebellion against James. Even the Border barons turned against him.

This was an act of supreme treachery and recognised as such by so many.

Gilnockie was a shrewd and wily chief and a great survivor. While there are no contemporary account of the arrangements that may have been made, it is impossible to believe that he would have deliberately submitted himself, and his men, to the king’s authority unless he had received irrefutable assurances from the king of safe conduct.

The fact that this act resulted in widespread revulsion and condemnation by so many, even those close to the king, adds force to the theory that the Gilnockie party were lured to their deaths by an amoral, treacherous king.

One of the Child Ballads tells the story of Johnnie Armstrong,. the Child Ballads is the colloquial name given to a collection of 305 ballads collected in the 19th century by Francis James Child and originally published in ten volumes between 1882 and 1898 under the title The English and Scottish Popular Ballads.

Johnny Armstrong

Some speak as oor lords, some speak as oor lairds, And sic-like men o' high degree. Of a gentleman I sing a song, Sometimes called Laird o' Gilnockie.

The king he writes a loving letter, Wi' his ain hand sae tenderly; And he has sent it tae Johnny Armstrong, Tae come and speak wi' him speedily.

The Eliots and Armstrongs did convene, They were a gallant company; “We'll gang and meet our royal king, And bring him safe tae Gilnockie.”

“Make kinnon and capon ready then, And venison in great plenty; We'll welcome hame our royal king, I hope he'll dine on Gilnockie.”

When Johnny came before the king, Wi' a' his men sae brave tae see; The king he movit his bonnet tae him, He weened he was a king as well as he.

“May I find grace, my sovereign liege, Grace for my loyal men and me? For my name is Johnny Armstrong, And subject of yours, my liege”, said he.

“Away, away, thou traitor strang, Out of my sight thou may soon be; I granted never a traitor's life, And now I'll not begin wi' thee.”

“Grant me my life, my liege, my king, And a bonny gift I'll gie tae thee; Full four and twenty milk-white steeds, Were a' foaled in a year tae me.”

“Away, away, thou traitor strang, Out of my sight thou may soon be; I granted never a traitor's life, And now I'll not begin wi' thee.”

“Grant me my life, my liege, my king, And a brave gift I'll gie tae thee; All between here and Newcastle town, Shall pay their yearly rent tae thee.”

“Away, away, thou traitor strang, Out of my sight thou may soon be; I granted never a traitor's life. And now I'll not begin with thee.”

“Tae seek het water frae cold ice, Surely it is a great folly; For I have asked grace of a graceless face, But there is nane for my men and me.”

“Had I my horse and harness guid, And riding as I want tae be; It sall hae been told this hundred years, The meeting of my king and me.”

“Fareweel, thou bonny Gilnock Hall, Where on Esk-side thou standest stout. Gin I had lived but seven mair years, I would hae gilt thee round about.”

John murdered was at Carlin Rigg, Wi' a' his gallant company; But Scotland's hairt was ne'er sae wae, Tae see sae mony brave men dee.

Because they loved their country dear, Frae Englishmen, nane were sae bold; When Johnny lived on the border-side, Nane o' them daur come near his hauld.