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soul made of honeybees

billy hargrove x fem!reader

gif by @biillys

word count: 6,418

warnings: brief swearing, mentions of smoking, reader deals with body insecurities/dysmorphia, uses exercise as a punishment, all of the struggles that come with trying to accept oneself

synopsis: on a journey of becoming more active and trying to be happier in yourself, you find billy, who helps you develop a healthier relationship with exercising and shows you that your body should be celebrated for all it does for you.

a/n: well, what do we have here? my creative juices have begun to flow again, and this is the first fic to be born of that particular affair. in my head i’ve set this in the late 80s, maybe early 90s, where i imagine billy still works at the pool during the summers when he’s home from college. this is a situation i’ve found myself in over the past year, and i wanted a chance to explore it in this way and sort through some of my own experiences. i hope you will enjoy it. as always, happy reading! <3

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Jane Fonda is a fucking fantastic woman. But right now, you hate her. 

She manages to look stunning and effortless with each kick of her legs; while you are sweating profusely, your shorts are up your ass, and your fingers are swollen from overheating. 

You hate exercising in the moment, but once her thirty minute video is over and her group of people in tights and tiny shorts are gone, admittedly you do feel better. Rinsing the sweat from your face, feeling your muscles ache the next day—it brings you some sort of satisfaction. 

Your body likes that you’ve gotten more active. 

But your own hatred for your body was the reason you allowed Jane Fonda into your home to begin with. Sick, right? You know it’s bad, and yet each time you squat, crunch, and press, you can’t stop yourself from wishing you were shaped differently. From looking at the toned and athletic bodies in Miss Fonda’s videos and imagining what it would be like to feel that comfortable in your own skin, to be so graceful and…perfect.

So, you continue to push yourself, in hopes that you’ll become more appealing, that if you keep doing this, there will come a point where you aren’t totally and completely disgusted with the body you’ve been given. 

Because at this point, you’ve truly convinced yourself that you cannot be happy in your body. Even if you have noticed your strength levels increasing and really want to push yourself more. But you won’t let that positivity ring free like the woman on your television always wishes you would. 

“You did a great job!” Jane’s voice rings throughout your living room as the workout video ends, and you scramble for the remote, having had enough of these cheery attitudes for one morning.

You sit back on your hands, stretch out your legs, and try to steady your breath. Your knees have carpet burn, and you can feel sweat dripping down your temples. 

You may be a heaving mess, but you need more. The workouts have gotten easy, and you need something new. 

A woman runs by outside your window in a bright pink leotard and blue jogging shorts, matching pink leg warmers meeting her tennis shoes.

I could try that, you think. Maybe I’d like running. 

You certainly didn’t like it in school, but most of that was the result of shitty phys-ed teachers and the fact that you were never the athlete those instructors wanted you to be. 

You push off the floor and stalk to your room, digging for the sneakers you know are buried in the back of your closet. You have to try this. You need to keep pushing yourself. And if you don’t do it now, with this sudden spark of energy, you probably never will. 

Five minutes. You can run for five minutes. And if you feel like you can after that time is up, you’ll do ten. 

You squeeze your eyes shut as you’re tying your shoes, shoving away the thoughts telling you that you’ll definitely not look as cute as that woman on the street or any other woman that goes for a run, their ponytail swaying and their cheeks perfectly pinked. 

But what does it matter? You have to try. You have to be productive and make something out of yourself. You can’t deal with the pulsing, clawing thoughts of self-hatred anymore. Your body has to change.

The only problem is that you haven’t yet realized your mindset must too.

The heat that swallows you up when you step out of your front door is almost enough to send you right back inside. But how disappointed will you be in yourself if you retreat that quickly? 

You let your body begin to walk before your brain can start to argue. Your street doesn’t really have a sidewalk, so you keep to one side as the cyclists and other joggers do, ensuring you won’t be in anyone’s way. Subconsciously, you’re already making yourself smaller even though there’s no one outside to judge you. 

You look down at your watch, noting the time, and start to run. Not as though you’re being chased by a serial killer—or a man—but enough that it counts as a run. Those first few seconds are blissful. You feel like a little kid as the adrenaline spreads through your veins. Like your mom has just called you in because dinner is ready, like you're racing against the sunset so that your feet land inside the door just before the streetlights flick on. 

You forgot what it was like to move your body in this way. To feel this momentary freedom. You make it about three minutes before your side starts to hurt, a telltale sign that you haven’t done this in far too long. The heat is starting to get to you too, but you said you’d go for five, and that’s what you’re doing. 

It’s pitiful, the way you press yourself to the inside of your front door, trying to catch your breath from that little bit of work. Why did it hurt so much more than everything Jane Fonda tells you to do? 

Maybe you’re not meant to be the athletic type. Or maybe I need to eat something, you think. I need to make a plan for myself. That could make it easier. 

You can’t eat with your shirt sticking to your back though, so you strip and turn the shower on, practically jumping under the cool stream of water. But not before you glance at your body in the full-length mirror hanging on the wall. Your hands find your stomach, eye each stretch mark and bit of cellulite. Each extra-soft spot of skin, every part of you that doesn’t conform to the vision you have in your head. 

You wish that five minute run had fixed everything. That you could magically look like an aerobics instructor and be happy in your own skin. Your eyes fill with tears, and you think for a minute that it could be better to just stop before you get ahead of yourself. What’s the point? You don’t know if you have it in you to wait and see results. And you know you won’t turn into someone else, won’t form a new shape…and then you’re spiraling. You can’t think of a single reason why exercising is worth it.

Because it can be fun. Because it pushes you and makes you stronger. You shove this tiny voice away and let your gaze flick back to the shower, where you’ve completely abandoned your cold sanctuary. You hop in and start scrubbing your hair, trying to think of anything that isn’t your body in that mirror, anything other than how much you looked like a fraud trying to fit in with everyone else. 

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You continue on this way for a while longer: running in the mornings, doing as many of the Jane Fonda videos as you have access to at work, drinking more water, blah blah blah. One of the perks of working at the library is that you can check out as many tapes as you want. But you’ve done all of Jane’s workouts, and you need more. 

You could swim, but when is the community pool ever not full to the brim during the summer? You could try jazzercise. No. That’s just not for you. You could…go to the gym. 

The pool also has small gyms for both women and men, and you know the men’s one is usually very busy, but most of the women in Hawkins take part in other forms of exercise. And if you went in the mornings…you might have the place to yourself. You might could try and tone up. 

God, this sounds so stupid. 

And your heart rate picks up just thinking about doing this very new and very big and very embarrassing thing, but you want to do it. You’re going to try. 

Hopefully you’ll just go unnoticed. This is a totally normal thing for people to do, right? 

The community pool opens at ten during the week, but the doors to the gyms open at seven. And that’s what time you get there, out of pure fear that you’ll have to interact with another human and make a fool of yourself. But the universe must be looking out for you on this particular morning, because the door is unlocked, and you slip in without any hassle. 

Billy isn’t a morning person. He never has been, but an excuse to get out of his hellhole of a house before anyone else is up to fuck with him? Yeah, he jumped at that opportunity. 

Usually the manager opens the gyms and stays to open the pool during the summer, but he volunteered. Especially because he can usually get in a workout before his shift technically even starts. 

He’ll bench as much as he can without a spot, work on the pull ups he never tells anyone he struggles with. It just feels good to be able to use his muscles and push himself. Billy is proud of what his body can do, what it does for him, how it protects him—and he’s not ashamed to admit that.

His body is one of the only things he has control over, and he’s heard his share of people talking about how vain he is, how he shouldn’t spend so much time doing this or that. But he doesn’t give a fuck. He’s built a body he’s proud of and feels comfortable in, and truthfully he feels like everyone should be comfortable in their body without anyone else pushing them to look another way. 

Billy is leaning against his car, hands tangled in his hair in an effort to tie it up, a cigarette dangling loosely from his full lips when he sees you for the first time. 

He watches you get in your car, bag slung over your shoulder, interested only because he never sees another soul here this early. 

You’re pretty, he thinks. Your hairline shines in the morning sunlight, damp with sweat, your neck the same. Your sports bra peeks through your pale shirt, and one of your slouchy socks is hiked up higher than the other. You’ve clearly just finished working out, but he thinks you look breathtaking. 

There’s something about you. Something light and sweet that he can feel even from this distance, like something is telling him you have a good soul. 

The next time Billy sees you, you come out of the door looking frustrated—he assumes at yourself. He doesn’t want to bother you, but he would like to talk to you at some point. 

You turn around when you go to unlock your car door and lock eyes with him. Your heart stutters at the fact that someone has caught you, probably knows you were exercising. But he is gorgeous. You give him a small smile, and climb into the driver's seat. All you can think on the drive home is that it must be nice to be so effortlessly gorgeous. 

————

You continue on this way for weeks. Close to a month. You workout, you wave and acknowledge one another. This other person who you share this tiny thing with and who you are not judged by. 

On this particular day, you decide to be brave though. You packed a swimsuit, and you’re going to speak to that gorgeous boy and hope he doesn’t get freaked out by you. 

You place your weights back on the rack, the muscles in your thighs pulsing, your arms feeling like jelly. You’ve only worked your way up to the set of fifteens, but that’s something, right? 

You’re sweating, and dread walking outside into the swath of steadily climbing heat and humidity. Your heart pounds at the prospect of speaking to him. 

With your bag over your shoulder, you push open the door and step outside, jumping almost immediately. “Shit!” 

Billy laughs at your reaction, both because he hadn’t expected to frighten you, and because your jolt was pretty entertaining to witness. 

“I’m sorry,” he chuckles, “I didn’t mean to make you lose your shit, it’s just too hot to stand anywhere without shade.”

You lean against the cool metal door behind you. “Fuck,” you sigh. “My survival skills are clearly not what they should be.”

Billy laughs into his drink, taking a swig from the Coke he bought at the vending machine. 

“You headed out?” he asks, subconsciously fussing with a belt loop. 

“Well, yeah, I was. But um, I was going to ask a favor from you, if that’s okay?” You must sound like a dumbass, speaking to this man for the very first time, only to ask him for something.

“Shoot,” Billy responds.

“Do you think it’d be okay for me to swim a few laps in the pool? I know it’s not open yet, and I haven’t even told you my name, but I promise not to be a bother or anything. I just kind of wanted a chance to swim when there was no one else around, you know?”

Billy finishes his drink and tosses the can in the recycling bin inches from your hip. It lands with a resounding ping. 

You start to think this was a very stupid idea, and that maybe you should’ve just kept yourself at home like always.

“You can totally say no—”

“Yeah, sure I don’t see why not—”

Your words clash together and the both of you start to laugh. You raise your hand, gesturing for him to continue his thought. 

“It’s fine by me if you swim a little. I doubt you’re gonna trash the place.” He grins at you, dimples forming in his cheeks. “I’m Billy, by the way.”

A heat rises up your neck and washes over the tips of your ears. You tell him your name and thank him for letting you bend the rules. 

“Ah, fuck the rules. It’s just a community pool,” he winks, opening up the gate for you and telling you to have at it. 

You’d put your one-piece on underneath your workout clothes this morning, and you try to ignore the prick of shame, even disgust, that you feel having put your body in it as you wade into the pool. 

The water is cool, and as it drenches you, you feel lighter, somehow. You swim out to the deep end and push off the wall with your toes, propelling yourself underwater and kicking for as long as you can go while holding your breath. 

The little girl that still lives within your soul leaps to the surface, giddy with each push off the wall, each stroke of your arms underneath the water. She is excited. Free. 

She isn’t thinking about what your stomach looks like in this swimsuit or how stupid you probably look with your sloppy swimming skills. 

You swim for maybe twenty minutes, or at least until your shoulders are aching. You kick over to the wall, hoisting yourself up just that little bit so you can prop your elbows up on the warming concrete. 

You feel so light here that it almost makes you forget why you came. 

You hear footsteps and Billy appears from around the corner, a fluffy white towel in hand. 

“You getting out? I figured I’d come and make sure you hadn’t drowned.” 

You giggle. The sound makes him smile, pearly white teeth on display. Your eyes are drawn to his, where the summer sun has multiplied his freckles so much that they blanket his nose and the tops of his cheeks, washing over his temples. 

“I appreciate you looking out for my safety,” you say, climbing up the short ladder. Billy holds out a hand to help you steady yourself as you stand. You’re hesitant to take it because you’re all wet, but your hand moves before your mind takes control. “Thank you.” You give him a shy smile.

He grins at you and hands you the towel. You wrap it around your shoulders and follow him back under the awning when he starts walking away. Billy leans up against the cold brick wall and you stand, a little nervously, in front of him, trying to think of what to say. 

“I’ll admit, uh, it’s been nice to see someone else here so early in the mornings.” Billy lets out a huff of a laugh. “I was gonna ask though, why’d you pick this shithole to workout in?”

You pull the damp towel tighter against your torso. “It’s a quiet shithole,” you say. “And this whole exercising thing is pretty new to me, you know? I didn’t want to be somewhere people could see me like that.”

You realize how self-deprecating that comment was, realize you’re being too upfront, and try to quickly cover your ass. “What about you?” you ask, daring to make eye contact just to make sure he’s not disturbed. 

“Well, it came with the job,” he laughs, “and I love working out. Always have. Plus, it might be a shitty place, but the older equipment is a lot better than what newer gyms are using. So it works for me.”

Huh. 

“Oh. Nice.” You chew on your thumbnail. What a fuckup you are. 

Billy tilts his head, trying to encourage your gaze to raise to his. “What just happened?” he asks, a teasing lilt to his voice. 

You look at him, his sunglasses pushed up into his hair and arms crossed in front of his chest. “It’s nothing…I just don’t really know what to say to someone who enjoys the gym? Who has a positive relationship with it and everything.”

A crease forms between Billy’s brows. “You’ve been crazy consistent with it, but you don’t like it?” He asks you, but based on your body language and how you’ve acted the past month every time you head out, everything adds up and Billy knows the answer before it even leaves your mouth. 

You shake your head, ashamed that you even brought this up. “No,” you laugh nervously. “I hate it. I only started because I’m unhappy with myself? So it’s more of a punishment than something that brings me joy.”

Billy’s chest squeezes at your words. That is exactly why he started working out all those years ago. To make himself stronger because he was ashamed his father had power over him. Because he wasn’t good enough for anyone, so out of anger he made himself more powerful.

But he doesn’t want you to feel that way. You shouldn’t be working out purely to punish yourself for some absurd reason your mind has come up with. 

And even though Billy has had very minimal interactions with you, he likes you. He wouldn’t wish the horrible thoughts he’s had for himself on anyone else, but he gets the feeling you already know. 

“Well, I’m not gonna berate you or nothin.’ But uh, if you ever want help, or want to workout together so it’s not so miserable, let me know alright?”

You smirk at him, hoping to make the situation a bit less awkward. “Are you implying you’re the reason working out would become less miserable?”

Billy laughs, glad to see you’re not totally opposed to the idea of him offering help. “Yeah. But really, you shouldn’t have to hate it y’know? If I can help you figure out not to hate it…I’d like to try. And we could get to know each other better.”

Billy fidgets with the lighter in his pocket. He’s weaned off cigarettes, but he keeps loads of lighters around so he has something to occupy his hands with. If not, it’s usually not a good situation for him to be in. 

Your heart squeezes at the genuine quality in his words. You feel like you’re a lost cause at this point, but there’s a big part of you, the soft and squishy and easily flustered one, that wants to take him up on this offer. 

You nod, wrapping up your towel so you can drop it in the bin and go get changed. “Okay. I’ll think about it, Billy. Promise.”

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“One more.”

“I can’t, Billy. I told you, I’m not strong enough for this shit.”

You swear when you’re frustrated. Billy has learned that over the past few weeks. 

He crouches, leveling with you. Your knee bounces, the dumbbells in your hands sitting on the tops of your thighs. “Yes, you can. You’re already up to twenty-fives for your presses. Try one more for me and then you can rest a minute.”

Your eyes well with tears that you quickly blink away as you settle back against the bench. This is the point in a workout where you just start to hate yourself. You think it��s pointless, you know you’re body hasn’t changed enough, you feel like total shit—everything just feels fucked.

You use your knees to help lift the dumbbells and slowly lift them to the appropriate height, making sure to protect your shoulders like Billy taught you. You inhale and raise them up. Your arms are shaking, especially your non-dominant one which is really fighting this shoulder press, and you’re not sure you’ll be able to lift them fully until you do. 

“Fuck, yeah!” Billy’s voice reaches your ears just as you’re lowering your arms, completely out of breath. You set the dumbbells on the floor. 

Billy is thrilled for you. He can see the progress you’re making, how much stronger you are and less hesitant to try new exercises.

When you look up at him the expression on your face tells him you are not thrilled. 

“Hey, hey, hey, what’s the matter?”

You stand and walk over to the mirror that covers one whole wall. You put your hands on your hips and bite the inside of your cheek. “Billy, will you look at me, honestly?” You gesture to your body. “This is the matter. I don’t look any different than the first day I showed up here, do I? Even if I’ve been busting my ass, I’ll just never—”

You stop, rubbing your hands down your face and over your bloodshot eyes. 

“You’ll never what?” Billy locks eyes with you in the mirror. 

You set a hand on your chest, nails digging into your skin. “My body will never be good enough for me. I’ll always look at every other person that walks by, jealous that they have the figure I want and I’ll never have. Why did I have to get stuck with this shit? Why couldn’t I be given a body that I’d be happy with. Life if fucking hard enough, why couldn’t I have this one thing?”

“And you’re just so effortlessly gorgeous, you know that? I wish it was that easy for me, too. It’s just like, why am I even doing this anymore when I know I’ll never look the way other women do? I’m bullshitting myself, aren’t I, Billy? Working out like it’s gonna do anything.”

You exhale and drag your arm across your nose, avoiding Billy’s gaze. 

“Hey. Look at me.” Billy’s tone is firm. “Listen for a second, will you?”

“You are getting stronger. You’re using heavier weights all around. Shit, you’re up to fifty for your deadlifts. Hold your arm up for me—yeah, and squeeze, yep. Look at that.” 

He taps his index and middle finger on your bicep, on the bit of muscle you’ve grown and shape you’ve built. “You are absolutely not bullshitting yourself, you hear me? If anything, you’re bullshitting yourself by thinking you can’t be happy in this body. You don’t have to look like other women. Who the fuck put that idea in your head? I don’t know if you see how I look at you, but I think you’re gorgeous, and I love to see you becoming more comfortable in the movements you do, in your own strength. Your body does so fuckin’ much for you.”

Billy is still keeping eye contact with you in the mirror. You can feel the warmth of him behind you, and you swear you sweat more because you know he’s right and you know you are getting stronger but fuck you just can’t believe that. You look at him and you just wish you were that lithe, that comfortable in your own skin. 

“I’m doing this with you—hey, take a deep breath, alright?” He clocks the way you’re shaking out your hands, trying to keep yourself from breaking. Crying. Screaming out of frustration. “I’m doing this with you because I used to be just like this, you hear me?” 

He hates being vulnerable, fucking despises it, but he knows that giving you this information, giving you this little pathway into his life just might save you right now. 

“I worked out all through junior high and high school because I fuckin’ hated myself, and I thought if I could get bigger, if I could make myself look intimidating, then maybe other people wouldn’t treat me like shit. That part worked in some places, but I didn’t like myself any more because I hadn’t sorted through any of my mental shit.”

He says your name. Slowly. You like the way it sounds when he says it, hating the way it sounds when it leaves your own lips. 

“I know we aren’t all that close yet, but I see so much fuckin’ potential in you. I’m not gonna let you suffer with all this shit alone. I know you hate your body, but this is the one you were given, and there’s no point spending so much time destroying yourself over that simple fact.”

You turn around to face him, your hands on the sides of your neck, rubbing as if that will stop the emotion from rising in your throat. It doesn’t work. Billy’s eyes move back and forth between yours, across your face, tracking every change in your expression. He recognizes what you’re doing, trying to suppress all of this. 

“C’mere.”

You go before your mind can fight back. Billy takes you in his arms, tucking your face into his chest, resting his chin on your shoulder. 

You breathe unsteadily into his skin. You don’t care that he smells like sweat and you smell like sweat and that you’re shaking and tears are slipping from your eyes. His arms are strong, and the feeling of his biceps squeezing you closer, his hands running up and down your back, it makes it all feel like it’s okay. 

“It’s just so fucking hard, Billy,” you mumble, lifting your head up slightly. “It’s not fair. I just want to be pretty and normal and have a body I can accept like everyone else.”

Billy gently touches his index finger just below your chin, coaxing your gaze up to meet his. “I know it is. And I mean it when I say that you are pretty. Honestly, you gotta think about how many ‘pretty’ people there are out there, people who have the bodies the tabloids tell them to have—and are absolute dicks. Hell, that’s how I was in high school.”

Your eyes crinkle at the corners, signaling that he did get a little joy in you having admitted that, even if it’s not a full on smile. His thumb swipes down your cheek, mopping up the little track left by a tear. 

“Point is, this, what I’m holding right now, is your body. No one else would know it like you do, know how to take care of it, know where each mark has come from or each thing you’ve put it through. Each thing it’s gotten you through. You can accept it, because I’m going to help you get to a point where you can look in the mirror and not shit-talk yourself.”

You pull back a little, pressing the palms of your hands to your face, your elbows slightly poking the top of Billy’s rib cage. “I’m just so scared.”

“I got you, you hear me?” He pulls your shirt away from your collarbones just so it’s not sticking to your skin so much. “You don’t need to be scared. Not with me.”

You nod. And you keep doing that until it feels a little more believable. 

————

Billy can’t stop looking at you. 

And he really needs to focus before he runs off the sidewalk and into the road. 

But for the first time in the few months he’s known you, you look free. You look happy. You look all of these things and you’re running. There’s a baseball cap perched backwards on your head, one of his from forever ago that he lent (gave) you when you mentioned you didn’t have any. 

He can smell the sunscreen you’ve slathered all over yourself, see the sweat dripping down your spine. This is the first time you’ve felt brave enough to go out in just a sports bra and a cropped sweatshirt, bright colored biker shorts covering the tops of your thighs. Your frilly socks make it too, just because it shows how much more comfortable you’ve gotten with doing this. 

It turns out you never hated running. You just needed to do it in a different atmosphere, with different thoughts running through your head. And having a good running partner helps, too. 

“There’s a bench up here if you want to rest a second before we finish,” Billy says through a rather aggressive exhale. You’re glad the sun is setting, because that makes it so much cooler than when you try to run in the morning with the sun beating down on you and seeping into your veins.

You sit down, taking a long drink from your water. Billy crouches on the sidewalk, shaking out his hair and retying the mess of a bun he was wearing. 

“You’re doing so good today,” he tells you, winking at you from his place just a few inches to your left. 

You grin into your water bottle. “How long was that?” you ask. 

He rises and sits down next to you, his arm slung behind your back on the bench. His thumb brushes the shell of your ear, rubs over the little hoop you’re wearing. You watch as he does a little math in his head, checking out where exactly you are. “Little over two miles, bee.” 

Bee. Your heart skips every time he says that. It’s a very new thing, but it sort of slipped out one day, and you’ve loved it ever since. 

“What movie you wanna see this weekend, honeybee? My treat.”

When you’d asked why he chose that name for you, he’d teased at first, telling you it was just because you’re so damn sweet. But really it was a little more sappy than that. 

“Well, you are sweet. And bubbly when you want to be. But think about how much shit those little fuckers get done. How persistent and focused. They’re all cute and fuzzy n’ whatever, but they’re like, badass lil’ things, y’know?” 

Your knee bounces excitedly on the pavement. “Really?” That’s the farthest you’ve run so far. And you didn’t even hate it. You had…fun.

Billy laughs, throwing his head back a little and bearing his neck to you. It shines with sweat and it almost looks like he’s glowing. “Fuck yeah. You’ve been kicking my ass this week. I hate running.”

“But you do it with me,” you say.

“But I do it with you.”

You reach over your shoulder and squeeze his hand. “I like running better when it’s with you. Just for the record.” He squeezes back, lifting your hand up gently to press his lips to it. 

“I’m proud of you, you know that?”

A crease forms between your brows as you meet his gaze. “What for?”

“For not giving up.” You start to argue with him, but he continues before you can belittle yourself even the slightest bit. “You’ve kept at this, at trying to get yourself stronger and to try and feel more comfortable in what your body can do. I know you probably still wish you looked like some fuckin’ model or some shit, but I can see how much you’ve eased up, you know?” 

You nod, giving him a small smile. “I do still wish that sometimes. It would be easier. But I’m getting better, I think. I hate to tell you you’re right—,” he shoots you that cocky, prideful grin, “but my body does do a lot for me. I’m starting to accept that it can do a lot for me…” 

You trail off, tapping the toes of your sneakers on the concrete below you. “And I did squat with the bar and those little plates yesterday without a spot.” 

The spot in question was watching you carefully from a few feet away, ready to sprint if you needed help. 

“Yes, you did, bee. You’re kicking ass.” That dimple forms in his cheek, and you know he’s about to say something smart. “Speaking of ass—”

You stand abruptly, turning around quickly so that the area he’s speaking of isn’t directly in his face. You’ve learned he has a staring problem, specifically with that part of you. Not that you mind. Maybe that’s where your pride comes in.

————

The sun has slipped beneath the horizon by the time Billy slips his key into the gate, pulling it securely shut behind him. The first spattering of stars are trying to show in the purple-blue sky. 

The pool is calm, empty, and lit only by the pale bulbs built into it and the two light poles on either side of the patio. 

It was Billy’s idea to sneak in for a late night swim. He thought it would be fun, and he knows you hate swimming in an overcrowded pool. But truthfully, he just wanted to give you another space where you could feel completely without judgment and just exist. 

“What’s the plan here, Billy? I didn’t even think about taking a detour to get a swimsuit.” 

It’s true, you’ve felt so carefree around him that you weren’t overthinking, overanalyzing a scenario like this. You weren’t worried about running inside and finding the most full coverage bathing suit you have because you’re afraid of Billy seeing your body. But right now…you just feel calm. Your body isn’t perfect, but it’s okay if he at least sees your legs. 

Billy is already slipping off his shoes and taking off his shirt. “That’s because the point of this is being spontaneous, bee.” He walks to the far end of the pool and dives in, just in his little running shorts, before you can even blink. 

You’re nervous, just that little bit because this is so different from something you’d usually do, and now you’re just stripping? You’re just living and having a good time? Who the fuck are you?

You step out of your own shorts and pull off your socks. You’re left in your underwear and your little cropped sweatshirt. You register, as you walk down the stairs, that your underwear are blue, and you look just like Lisa from Weird Science. It makes you smile. 

You track Billy’s movements once you're up to your waist and realize he’s heading for you. He squeezes your ankle beneath the water before coming to the surface, a wide grin on his face. His necklace is stuck around his back and on instinct you reach out to straighten it. 

His eyes drag up and down your figure. “Hi, gorgeous.” The low drawl of his voice makes the tips of your ears burn. 

You wade a little deeper into the water, circling behind him. When you’re drenched up to your chest, you splash him. Billy cackles. It is possibly the most joyous sound you’ve ever heard. 

He dives for your waist, hooking an arm around you and swimming off, making you howl with laughter before you have to hold your own breath when he pulls you out deeper than you are tall.

He hoists you up out of the water and gently tosses you to the side, letting you fall into the water on your back. The adrenaline coursing through your veins is magical. 

You keep playing with him, playing, like you’re both kids who’ve never been in a pool before, until you’ve run through most of your energy. You try and teach him a game you played as a child, where one person spreads their legs and your goal is to swim between them without touching their skin, even as they move their legs closer together each time. 

It’s silly, because you inevitably know you’ll touch your opponents legs, but it’s fun. You don’t think about anything else when you do it. He teases you though, trapping you with his calves most times so you automatically lose. 

Now though, you and Billy stand nose to nose, at a depth where you’re not up to your chin so that you can actually speak to him. “This was a really good idea,” you tell him. You push some of his wet hair out of his face and then, rather than pulling away, you set your hands on his shoulders. 

He wraps his arms around your waist. “This okay?” he asks, lowering one arm so he can show you he wants to lift you up. You give him a sweet yes. 

Billy’s hand grips your thigh, coaxing you upward so you can get your legs around his back. You adjust your arms behind his head, him respectfully keeping his hands on the backs of your thighs. He steps back just that little bit more so he can submerge himself further in the water now that you’re held up. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile for this long before,” Billy says. His blue eyes flick back and forth between your own. 

“You’ve given me a lot more reasons to.” Your hand cups his cheek and he swears he could fucking collapse. You’re so gentle with him and Billy never knew he even wanted that. But now he craves it. Craves you. 

That cocky smirk you’ve started to recognize before it even begins makes an appearance. “Yeah? Can I give you one more reason to?”

You hum in agreement, and then Billy is pressing his lips to yours. They’re damp and he tastes a little like chlorine, but…he was right. You smile brilliantly into the kiss, and you’re not sure you stop the rest of the night either. 

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[absolutebl]

These Weeks in BL - This Is Very Late, Or Right on Time depending on where you sit on the temporal debate team

Sorry I got distracted by work. In my defense: I was paid.

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

March 2024 Wk 1 & 2

Ongoing Series - Thai

Cherry Magic (Sat YouTube grey) ep 12 fin - Unfortunately, there was singing. But what can we do?

A soft charming warm hug of a show about crushes and mind reading and self worth, with no-fuss execution from a consummate team and an OG lead pair proving why they remain eternal and deserve to grow up. Look, here’s the thing, Cherry Magic is a great Thai BL in its own right not comparing it to any other iteration. But even when I do compare (and I've seen all the Cherries and read the manga) it still stands. This is a great show, a solid adaptation, and a pleasing take on the original yaoi. I personally like it better than the Japanese live action, but I think that’s because I just really like Thai BL and I LOVE TayNew. I doubted them for this and I shouldn’t have. They did a great job, as did the sides. I will say all the kissing was both present and better than any other iteration. As it should be. Definitely one for the rewatch rotation. 9/10 

Deep Night (Thurs iQiyi) ep 1 of 8 (10?) - Damn it, I love it. And I don't want to. It’s more classic BL than I thought it would be, and far less Only Friends or Playboyy. (Thank fuck.) We got a big cast and a lot of tropes going down out the gate, including SMITTEN popular hot guy versus nerd with secret identity. (Incidentally, Khem did drop into rude / informal when arguing with his Aunt and defending his ma. Bratty boy.) The leads have good chemistry (First always does), and everyone is very pretty. The main boy reminds me of J-Min's role (and look) in Love Class 2. I am entertained. (And faintly wonder why this isn't a MosBank vehicle.)

To Be Continued (Thai C3 Thailand grey) eps 1-3 of 8- High school sweethearts who had a bad break up reunite a decade later when both of them have full time jobs (celebrity & doctor). Dr Ji is a familiar face (hi Dream it's been a LONG time) and everyone is way too old for high school, but I guess I prefer this to child actors?

I'm enjoying it, actually, the cast may be older but they're solid as a result and the chemistry is on point for a pulp. Whether our celebrity is on the DL or cheating or something else remains to be seen but he sure is smitten. The way he LOOKS at Ji = hawt.

Frankly? Celebrity/doctor is a good pairing and this is a solid Thai BL. I hope we have a nice angsty reason for the break-up and we're not in another Promise situation. I like the sides too. Carry on, little show, I'm disposed to be pleased with you.

City of Stars (Fri iQIYI) eps 5-6 of 12 - I am enjoying it, actually. It’s incredibly silly. But I don’t really mind. STOP SINGING. 

1000 Years Old eps 3-4 of 12 - I love that these kids basically adopted a vampire pet. And one of them accidentally got a vampire boyfriend. This suddenly turned from a PNR into a family drama about domestic gays opening a food stall and I'm not mad about it. Nothing makes sense and I don't care because... rainbow umbrella!

A Secretly Love (Thai WeTV grey) eps 1 of 10 - I don’t love it. I make no bones about the fact that a pining uke rarely works for me, especially if he’s younger (cute supportive besties not withstanding), the power dynamic isn’t good. I always like Kimmon, he’s a stiff actor but v pretty. (I shallow af.) Still it’s time he started acting his age… literally. Having to watch ads again as well… for this? Ooof. I'm not sure I'm strong enough.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Perfect Propose (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 6 fin - It was very cute. I liked that there was uke instigated kisses. However I have some reservations on this one, much as I enjoyed it.

Adapted from Mayo Tsurakame’s manga, production team included Tadaaki Horai (My Love Mix-Up!) and Takeshi Miyamoto (Old Fashion Cupcake). Essentially Perfect Propose was about finding hope in a person when all other hope is gone. This show focuses on apathy, and perforce is somewhat apathetic and un-engaging especially as the pacing was off (and with only 6 episodes? now) However, this is countered by great visuals, good archetypes, and a clean story of childhood sweethearts reuniting after loosing their way in life. I landed on 8/10 mostly for a demanding younger seme and some great kisses. 

Unknown (Taiwan Tues Youku YouTube) eps 2-3 of 11 - Oh it’s great. I love it. I’m still worried by how gritty and "Taiwanese short-esk" it feels, but wow does this hit all my favorite taboo tropes and buttons. I also adore the little found fam, they the cutest gay older bros ever. The younger one who wants so bad to grow up and take care of the older one and pushes himself because into self sacrifice that’s the only model of love he has. ARGH. BOYS. Why so much pain, just smooch already! Sheesh. It's on YouTube for some of us, here's the schedule.

AntiReset (Taiwan Fri Viki/Gaga) eps 6-7 of 10 - They remain questionably cute, and that is probably going to be my ultimate review of this show. Awe cameo! (Hi babies, hope the ghosts are leaving you alone.) The irony does not escape me that the person in the relationship with the most emotional acumen is, in fact, the robot and not the human. I'm sure that's meant to be deep.

Love is Better the Second Time Around AKA Koi wo Suru nara Nidome ga Joto (Japan Gaga) ep 1 of 6 - A tortured second chance romance featuring a reported and a successful celebrity(?) academic. The kid actors look nothing like their adult counterparts, but they do look much younger. So, okay. Ah the utter embarrassment of first love. Oh I like it a lot, so very messy Japanese emo. Sigh. Here we go again.

Although I Love You and You AKA Sukiyanen Kedo Do Yaro ka (Japan Thurs Gaga) eps 8-9 of 10 - They are a cute couple. They both trying so hard and so confused and awkward and polite in trying to understand each other but TERRIBLE at communication. 

My Strawberry Film (Japan Thurs Gaga) eps 3-4 of 8 - I don’t know how I feel about this. But I do know it’s not my thing because it’s not BL. I’ll finish it because it’s short but… meh. 

It's done, ready to binge, but I have no time

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps - will binge when I have any spare time. 2024 is crazy busy for me so far.

The Servant and the Young Master (Vietnam YouTube) - I will try when I have a window of time.

Began Beginning (Myanmar YouTube) - A Burmese BL? @heretherebedork vouched for it, so I will watch eventually.

It's airing but...

Dead Friend Forever (Thai iQIYI) - finished it's run and I won't be watching it. It's horror with BL elements and the ending, well, let's just say that's a "no thank you" from me.

Ossans Love Season 2 (Japan Gaga) - 5 years later, will anything have changed? This is Japan so… no. I'm not watching this. I dislike this franchise.

Time the series (Tue Gaga/YT) 10 eps - dropped it at ep 4.

Takumi-kun (2023) movie version AKA Takumi-kun Series 6: Nagai Nagai Monogatari no Hajimari no Asa released on FOD 3/5/2024. The original project was a 6 ep series. Having seen all the previous iterations and read the (terrible) yaoi I admit to being intrigued. If anyone finds eng subbed please let me know with a link in comments or in a DM? For those intersted in this show, probably the world's first true BL franchise I chat all about it here.

Gossip

James Supamongkon has withdrawn from the series Love Upon A Time and the NetJames pair is no more. Net Siraphop will continue with the historical BL project alongside a new partner. Can I interest you in Tod Techit... almost as pretty, legs for days...

The Complete Chronology of the Assault Case Against GMMTV Actor Win Pawin

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Next Week Looks Like This:

Still Coming

3/21 Two Worlds (Thai IQIYI) 10 eps - announced here. One of those "he's dead Jim so time travel" thingames staring MaxNat. I'm over them but Asia flipping loves this trope and I do adore MaxNat. Phupha (Gun) and Khram (Nat) love each other but Phupha is murdered. Then Khram is pulled to a parallel world where, 12 years ago, Khram and Tai (Max) were in love. However, Khram was killed by Thai’s dad. Now Tai finds alter-Khram apparently alive. But then there is ALSO an alter-Phupha (played by Gun Thanawat who is Khom the repressed butler bodyguard from Unforgotten Night).

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

How flipping adorable is this vampire with his big gay umbrella? SUCH A DORK and we got more vampire dorks coming.

Thailand has found its vampire line and it's awkward and geeky and quite cheerful. 'Bout what we expected, to be fair. It's a good look for them.

And vampires.

In other news...

That's your random moment of thirst, Lim Jimin shirtless AKA my Just B bias (I mean, I could talk about how good his extensions are and how I love a husky voice in Kpop but really, just LOOK at him). I'm very very very shallow, remember? Full vid is here.

Why am I mentioning Lim Jimin (aside from the obvious)? If Just B doesn't break soon, I could some of them transitioning to BL. Jimin in particular would be a win for us, obvs.

Also, can we talk about Bain (my bias wrecker) KILLING it on Build Up? I had no idea he was that good. Anygay, this has been your Kpop end note.

Seriously tho, is ANYONE else watching Build-Up?

(Last week - well, 2 weeks ago)

Streaming services are listed how I'm (usually watching) which is with a USA based IP

The tag bragade: @doorajar

If ya wanna be tagged each week leave a comment and I will. Easy peesy.

[candewlsy]

MOOT GAME !!!!!!!!! haha which idol would u ship ur moots with ??

Mooties game lesgaur!!

❛ @wondipity ༉‧₊˚✧

[Jungwon - Enhypen] During our conversation, Bell and I mainly talked about Jungwon. In my opinion, they would make the most perfect and adorable couple. I can vividly imagine them spending their time laughing, being affectionate and enjoying each other's company all day, every day. Their chemistry is so undeniable and their connection is so strong that it seems impossible for anyone or anything to come between them.

❛ @enmayz-deactivated20240331 ༉‧₊˚✧

[ Jake - Enhypen ] I know she deactivated her account but that won't stop me from adding her to my moot game 😿 ( I miss her) Okay! So, Lily and Jake would be the hottest and coolest couple 😍 Jake is hot same goes for Lily. Lily's not fond of men unless it's her man Jake 🤭 ahem, not gonna talk about the cowboy edit we talked ‼️ I want to be THEIR baby please adopt me.

❛ @chlorinecake ༉‧₊˚✧

Chloe is an absolutely endearing young girl, with a smile that can light up anyone's da (FIGHT ME THIS IS REAL) Riki, on the other hand, is a playful and charming guy, who loves to tease and have fun with his friends. It's easy to imagine that Riki would often pull Chloe's leg, but she wouldn't mind it one bit. In fact, she might even go ahead and dress him up in cute outfits, just to see him blush and pout. Despite Riki's apparent dislike for cute things, it's hard to deny that he secretly enjoys them when it comes to Chloe. The way he looks at her, with a mix of tenderness and mischief, makes it clear that he can't resist her charms. And while they may appear as just good friends in public, it's evident that their relationship goes deeper than that. Behind closed doors, they're passionate lovers, who share a bond that's both electric and intimate 😼

❛ @fakeuwus ༉‧₊˚✧

[Jay - Enhypen] Whenever Jay is mentioned, Nichi will appear. Where there is Jay, there is Nichi. I think Nichi and Jay would be the softest and calmest couple, always following each other around. I can see them staring at each other's eyes under the Moon, spending their time under the blanket cuddling like there's no tomorrow. In their own little world, isn't that cute 😭

❛ @heeslut4life ༉‧₊˚✧

[Heeseung - Enhypen] her username. Yeah, it's obvious. Aeri is a princess and of course, she's attractive and pretty (idk whatchu say about her, she's a princess) Heeseung is attractive and hot. The hottest and most attractive couple ever! I see them tease each other and giggle while kissing 👀 heeseung would probably tease the hell out of her and Aeri being cute and shy whenever he teases her. Other than that, they're also mature. THEY LITERALLY MEANT FOR EACH OTHER BRO DON'T SAY OTHERWISE.

❛ @minhosimthings ༉‧₊˚✧

[Beomgyu - Tomorrow x Together] "Mona's free-spirited nature is perfectly complemented by Beomgyu's lively personality, making them a perfect match. I can easily imagine them causing some harmless chaos, like bursting into fits of uncontrollable laughter in a library and getting kicked out, unintentionally scaring a child with their playful antics, or even sneaking away with candy from unsuspecting kids.

❛ @dear-hoon ༉‧₊˚✧

[Sunghoon - Enhypen] I perceive Lucky as someone who enjoys creating mischief and stirring up trouble. It is widely known that Sunghoon has an outgoing personality, despite being an introvert, and he often engages in impulsive and unpredictable behavior, especially when it comes to getting a rise out of Jay. I envision Lucky and Sunghoon teaming up to provoke Jay and Xyn.

❛ @moon7jay ༉‧₊˚✧

[Jay - Enhypen] Xyn radiates an elegant and expensive vibe, making her and Jay the perfect fashion icon couple. They look great together, often matching their outfits and taking photos of each other to post on social media. I can see them becoming one of those aesthetic and wealthy couples. (Literally adopt me mommy-)

❛ @wonlvkay ༉‧₊˚✧

[Jake - Enhypen] Kayla is such a sweet and charming girl, the perfect match for Jakey 🤭 they'll be the greenest flag couple ever

[borisbubbles]

Eurovision 2024: #20

20. LUXEMBOURG Tali - "Fighter" 13th place

Decade Ranking: 73/153 [Above Electric Fields, below Emma Muscat]

For a grand, greatly anticipated return, "Fighter" has always been just there for me. It's summery, upbeat, lightweight and frivolous. Not a shabby, nor a moneymaker. This entry is an FFF (Fun Finale Filler) and it knows it.

How do I know that it knows itself? Well,

BADLY ANIMATED CGI LEOPARDS 😍 😍. You know how I feel about staging tricks like that. They're tacky and ugly and stupid and transparently try to cover up a middling composition.😍 idk, I love Leopards and I love the colour purple, so maybe it was just tacky ENOUGH to be funny, but I stan the decision-making because Tali > Ochman.

It was quite amusing 2 me that Luxembourg made their grand return after 31 years, only to try to throw vast swaths of cash at unnessecary embellishments because they KNEW it wasn't a high flier and needed to throw in SOMETHING, ANYTHING to make it work. Shirtless sexy dancers, badly animated VR, all the pyrotechnics in the world. It feels... very emblematic to them as a country even though this was their first ever modern era contest? "Money fixes everything", no wonder the EBU wanted their opulent arses back.

And it is funny they staged "Fighter" like that because "Fighter" always kind of worked, anyway? It was a plucky power-up song, and a clear qualifier in semi 1 no matter from which position it performed.

It didn't NEED the leopards

it didn't NEED the gratuituous sexual tension lmao

The way to go with a song such as "Fighter" is by finding a balance between tough and cute. The balance swung a bit too heavily in favour of "tough", because "Fighter" just isn't that kind of song, despite the reworks Lux tried to force. It's whimsically French foremost and while "France was historically a militaristic powerhouse,"toughness" suits France historically, nearly everyone associates it with cultural sophostication and romance. (hence why France is always culture focused in Civ, and never the feudal, chivalry-themed warmongering menace it actually was for most of its history ♥)

As ridiculous Fighter's staging got (and how lowkey BAD Tali'Golergant vas Eshkoli's styling was), it still vibed as a fun time. It might just be my latent alcoholic ass imprinting on the tequila sunrise colous scheme, but still. Tali took command of her dancers, showed her inner strength by fistpumping the air and thickened her braids so they no longer resembled antennae.

And she kinda ate those lives, yo.

In semi 1 Lux made for an excellent palate cleanser, a burst of energy after the period of inaneness Rim Tim Tagi Dim left in its wake. I love Raiven dearly and I really like Iolanda, but excitement was not their game. Tali came to the rescue when needed.

In the finale it was less necessary, though it did make Israel stand out as even more miserable to me, so there is that.

Sigh, I have to address the Israeli thing, don't I?

Look, I don't fucking CARE that Tali is proud of her Israeli-Jewish heritage. Nor that she visits the fake country twice a year. Nor that her song was produced by that other israeli Tali. I think her views on the matters are misguided and warped, but I get it. She's going to stick up for her OG country and her people, and we'd be foolish to expect her to do a 180° turn just because we believe she should. She has her stance, I disagree with it, but I can respect it. Civilians aren't responsible for whatever bloodthirsty maniac rules the roost or their actions, regardless of whether they elected them directly or not.

(though I will say that her transparent and overtly cheerful agreement with Joost's DQ all "YAY! HE BROKE THE RULES AFTER ALL ^_^ :claps:" made me ALOL. That DQ is still a grim affair, but lmfao what a scrump cheerleading bitch ♥).

But in a sense I wish Tali had been Israel's entrant himself. The only thing that erases Israel's controversy is their withdrawal, true, and Tali would have beenthe perfect horcrux, but if we WERE to have that country at Eurovision, I'd rather have them with Plucky Apolitical Filler (ft. Three Giant Leopards) rather than Teary Propaganda Ballad (Eurovision Reskin), y'know?

Also note, dear Israeli's, that -by my knowledge- Tali was NOT shunned by the other acts or the fan community, nor by the media and the professional juries, despite being half-Israeli and Jewish and zionistic. The few strays that she did end up catching were by the usual dumbfuck bigots on social media and amounted to nothing. So much for antisemitism, huh?

It's difficult to end the write-up after that rant that had little to do with the performance, so I will just say this: Tali's placement, while a tad high, proved that there's always a place for positivity and acceptance at Eurovision, no matter your background or your political colour.

With retrospection on our side, it makes sense juries would vote for "Fighter" as everyone agreed Nemo should win anyway, allowing them to siphon away twelves like a vacuum on amphetamine. With Croatia, Italy and France picking up the scraps, anyone with a modicum of inoffensiveness would be favoured to do well, (since this finale was HIGHLY jury unfriendly) which also favoured Lux because of the novelty coming with their return.

Ultimately it's our choices in life that define us, and Tali's were to give us a fun time unburdened by shackles of war, and that, in THIS FUCKING YEAR, was worth a lot to me.

THE RANKING:

[celestial1980slady]

Top 10 Movies

I was tagged by the lovely @findusinaweek, thank you!!

I will say I am not much of a movie person so this also has taken me a while to put together. I’ve got like...5, so, sorry if that’s against the rules LOL Under “Keep Reading” cause of gifs lol.

Taggings: I don’t want to double tag anyone so I’m going to tag some new faces: @cringy-username-dream-wanderlust, @tashabanes, @cataliinaa, @no-barbarians-here, @bandsandyoutuberswow, @tangentmusings​ and whoever else wants to. As always NO PRESSURE!

1. Greatest Showman

I know of the many historical inaccuracies in this film but I was so captivated the first time I saw it. The music was so good and I loved the story for what it was. Not to mention, it has Hugh Jackman and Zac Efron and I had my phases with both of them (surely you have too?) so it was perf.

2. Moonwalker

If you been around, you know I’ve loved MJ a long time lol if not, now you do. Is this movie that great in reality? Maybe not. Is it nostalgic for me and includes music videos for some of my favorite MJ songs? You’re gotdamn right it does.

3. Hamilton (Live)

I’m counting this because it’s on Disney+ and so yeah it’s a movie now. Again, well aware of the historical inaccuracies and controversies. But, this was so pivotal for me when it came out and helped me get through some really rough stuff cause I could relate to many of the songs. I also was 19 when about it came out, so “only 19 but my mind is older” really hit different!!

4. Little Mermaid (1989)

Okay, we all had a classic Disney movie we loved as a kid, no? This was mine!! 9 year old me loved this film and pretended to be a mermaid all the time! Though, I still can’t swim and perhaps that’s why I loved it so much lol. Also wanted Ariel’s hair and a dude to fall in love with me LOL

5. Bohemian Rhapsody

Again, there are of course some historical/factual inaccuracies but the cast did so, so well. Rami Malek did a FANTASTIC Freddie Mercury and Gwilym Lee looked JUST LIKE Brian May. It was a very moving bio-pic and the ending had me absolutely sobbing in the theater.

[pastelsav]

pretty boy🥹💕💋 the prettiest!!! I’m convinced… NO! I am sure of the fact that there is NO ONE on this plant, solar system, or universe that doesn’t get butterflies and all over giggles and fall totally in love like head-over-heels for our Jiminieeeee😋 partly because of his Libra♎️ nature it just makes him a prime candidate for everyone’s celebrity crush or bias or bias-wrecker! You can deny it but we all know it’s not true and you too are or will be obsessed with him (along with the other OT7 of BTS I mean they’re all perf and so damn lovable and down-to-earth like you can’t stop it even if you tried, no that i personally would EVER want too lolz!) Even if it’s a secret, you attempt, to keep locked away in ur head or heart❤️ I promise, just like all of us, it will come out to see the light of day! The sunlight that I am confident rises and sets everyday solely to warm and light up Jimins (and all of our other beloved boys aka: ot7 aka: Bangtan Boys 😋💋 aka: the other members of bts💜) beautiful faces amazing personalities and lives! Just like he and of course ALL OF BTS💜 do for all of us ARMY without even having to think about it, they just do it like it’s second nature to them, they’ll never forget how to, and will always remember their love and loyalty to us and of course, it goes without saying but imma say it, us to them! Gahhh I miss them so much, I could cry🥹 honestly I do cry…a lot… I’m constantly longing for them and for 2025 when WE are all together again. It’s only a couple years but that in itself is a long time AND for ARMY💜… it truly feels like forever and a day :( still tho, I’m so proud of them for everything they’ve done with BTS and also their enlistments, it’s no wonder why they are the G.O.A.Ts and will never be forgotten or go out of style! I know we will all be hella old and wrinkley and still STANING our boys till our last breath and then of course in the afterlife or whatever you may believe in 😇 ily boys and of course my big, beautiful, perfect family ARMY💜🥹💕😇 (I mean our boys call us Army for a reason! Cause of the size of us but also our undeniable loyalty and how we are ready at anytime to go to WAR for our boys and our other fellow Army’s!!!😇💜 and of course, OT7, our boys, every single one of the members would do the same if not even more for us which is hard to do with how all of us are major ride-or-die STANS period! ARMY FOREVER.. and a day hehe)💜😇🥹 ily guys😋 i miss you boys and I am so happy and grateful I found my forever family, imma lucky girl too! The luckiest in my personal opinion🍀🤞😉 I could go on forever about this but imma leave it at that :) XOXO 💋

light of my life 🤍 for @kimtaegis [cr. namuspromised]

[yourmomsgranddad]

— FEELS

— PAIRING: bestfriend!peter parker x fem!reader

— SUMMARY: You and Peter are best friends but everyone always assumes you're dating. So he starts believing it.

— WORD COUNT: 2k

— WARNINGS: tony being an arianator (hc...), clint in the vents

You and Peter were hanging out normally.

You were yelling in the living room of his apartment, playing Mario Kart.

"You suck!" You shouted as he hit you with a blue shell.

He was trying to get in the lead but it wasn't working since you made it across the finish line with the 1st place title.

"Whooo! In your face, Parker!"

He sucked his teeth in disgust of your bragging.

He could never win against you. You were just too good. That's why he always hated when you asked to play because he knew you were going to win, no matter what he did.

"This isn't fair! You always cheat!"

"No I do not." You stated, throwing your controller on the table. You got off the couch and went into the kitchen to get something to drink.

"Then how do you always win?" He asked, appearing in the doorway.

You turned around and looked him, the look on his face was pleading, he was waiting for the answer.

"Well you have a tell."

His eyebrows scrunched as he was confused, but he awaited your further intel.

"When you're in the lead, your hands start shaking. You get scared you're going to get passed. and you leave your back open, no shields. So you get easily passed. By me."

You shrugged and he just scoffed.

"Whatever."

There was a comfortable silent between the both of you as you sipped your beverage.

He was about to say something but then his front door opened.

"Pete! I'm home!"

It was Aunt May.

"We're in here!" He shouted back at her, causing her to come into the kitchen, not surprised that you were there.

"Y/n! It's so great to see you." She walked over to you, dropping her bags to give you a hug.

"It's good to see you too, May."

She broke away from the hug to go to the sink and wash her hands.

"I hadn't seen you in a while so I thought you had broken up." Your eyes went wide. That was the first time you and Peter had been assumed a couple.

"Um May, Y/n and I are just friends." Peter clarified but May didn't say anything afterward.

She just chuckled, like she knew something you didn't.

Did she?

But it didn't matter since she just dropped the subject by asking you if you wanted to help her with dinner.

You gladly said yes and began helping her in the kitchen.

There was some things that popped out to Aunt May that just didn't seem to be weird to either you or Peter.

For instance, While Peter was cutting the vegetables for the soup, your hands were around Peter's waist and your face was inside his back. He was giggling since you were "tickling him."

Or when you tried to leave to go to the bathroom, he grabbed your hand and got all clingy.

She could tell something was happening so she decided to ask Peter when you disappeared in the bathroom.

"So what's going on between you and Y/n?" She wondered, not turning away from her pot. So she didn't get the look on Peter's face change.

"What do you mean? Nothing's going on between me and U/n." he chuckled but she wasn't buying it.

"Oh come on, Pete. You can lie to everyone else, not me."

She gave him a look that was just begging for him to spill his guts. But he had no guts to spill. Yet.

Before she could say anything, you came back, getting back to work. From then, the topic was dropped.

Until the next time it was brought up again.

You were sitting in your room, just reading a book when you heard a banging on your window.

You looked over to see Peter was sitting on your balcony in his normal clothes. You opened it, expecting him to come inside but he grabbed your hand, stopping you from moving.

"You want to go for a walk?"

You looked up with a smirk as if you were thinking about it.

"Sure."

You pushed him through your window so you climb through and go down to the street.

You were walking through the cavern of cherry blossom trees.

Something about this setting was so perfect. The flowers falling all around you as you slowly walked through the park.

Your hands were behind your back as you moved slowly between the trees.

Things were silent between you two.

The whipping of the trees and the sounds of your steps were enough.

You eventually dropped your hands to your sides and that gave free rein for your hands to start bumping each other's.

His fingers began tickling yours, like he was trying to put his hand in yours but he was being shy.

He was never shy around you.

You were confused on what was happening.

You looked over at his face and he looked as if he was going to say something but he was paused when he looked forward at something.

You followed his eye line and a man was jogging up to you.

"Tony?" You questioned as he reached you both with a bright smile. "Hello my darlings. What are you two doing out on a beautiful day like this? You on a little date?" He asked, smirking at Peter specifically.

Did he know something you didn't?

"No. We're not a couple." You clarified, making Tony chuckle.

"Sure. And I'm not super handsome. Nice try, Y/n. I'll see you kids later. I have to run another mile. Have fun!" You watched as he disappeared through the trail of cherry blossoms you just came from.

"Weird." You stated, shaking your head from the confusion.

Later on, Peter figured he could ask Tony about what he meant by earlier since it was bothering him all day.

He ran into his lab, finding Tony looking at a vinyl.

"Um Mr. Stark?"

"They forgot to add just like magic on my record! How dare they?" He was in his own world so it took him a few seconds to notice Peter.

"Oh hey Pete, what's up?"

"I was wondering about something." His hands were rubbing together, telling Tony that Peter was feeling nervous at the moment. "What's wrong, kid?" He asked, giving peter his full attention.

"What did you mean when you asked me and Y/n if we were on a date?"

"Well it doesn't take a super scientist to see you two like each other. Although it does help." He winked, that calmed Peter down a little.

"But we're just friends. You know that." He pushed but his face fell as if he was kind of sad while saying that.

Was he?

"Pete. Why are you lying? We both know you're in love with that girl. You blush every time she hugs you. And I saw you drawing her face in a heart."

His eyes went wide. "You saw that?!"

"I was just surprised you knew how to draw that well." He put his hands up in defense.

"I thought I was just feeling that way because she's really nice to me. You know, how I feel about my barista." He admitted, sitting down in the stool in front of Tony.

"No dude. You are full on, down bad, head over heels, in love with her. It's gross. But sweet for a guy like you."

He nodded, taking in the information.

He liked his best friend. Oh wow.

"What do I do?"

"You tell her. Not telling her is a very me thing to do. And you don't want to be me."

"No, sir."

"Good boy. Now run along. I have to complain to the Arianators discord. I will not let this slide!" He put his finger up triumphantly as he speed-walked up the stairs.

"What an odd guy," Peter thought.

But he wasn't wrong.

He needed to tell you about his feelings. He had to tell you them now before he lost the courage.

You felt a buzzing in your pocket. You pulled your phone out to see a text from Peter.

pete🕷🕸❤️: hey can you come to the tower? i need to talk with you asap.

You were kind of worried since he never really texted you seriously. If you were scroll back up to any of his other texts, he would either send you a meme or a bunch of emojis you would have to try to decode.

But now he was texting you something serious, so your heart started beating quickly as you were rolling through all the options of what he could want to talk about.

But then again.

You could just find out for yourself.

you: sure i'm on my way.

You grabbed your stuff and made your way out of your house.

You walked up to the front door and pressed the little intercom to get in.

"Hello? Who is there?" You recognize the deep, rugged voice as Thor.

"Hey Thor. It's me, Y/n."

He didn't reply. All you heard was loud stomps, getting louder and louder.

That was when the front door flew open and he welcomed you in with a bright smile. You walked in and he automatically pulled you into his arms, lifting you up.

He put you down and looked at you. "You're one of my favorite humans." He laughed heartedly before ruffling your hair, like you were a puppy.

You turned around, walking down the hallway toward where you knew where peter's room was.

You were walking in complete silence when you heard someone sneeze.

"Bless you." You said unknowingly.

"Thank you."

You looked around and no one was there. Who could have sneezed? "Hello?" You asked, looking around for someone.

"Down here."

You saw a hand pop out of the floor and you squatted down to see someone was in the vent.

"Clint? What are you doing in the vent?"

"Hiding. Listening." He answered, sounding very ominous. Your face scrunched at his reply.

"To who?"

"Everybody."

That was all he answered before he crawled backward, disappearing into the darkness.

"Weird," you thought but you decided to go past it since the literal God of Thunder just gave you a hug and rubbed your head.

You finally made your way to Peter's room.

"I just found Clint hiding in the vents."

"Yeah, he does that. He's a weirdo."

You noticed his demeanor, he seemed like something was severely bothering him, his hands threaded together and his elbow on his knees.

"Everything okay?"

He stood up, walking over to you.

"I need to tell you something, okay?" yYu nodded, awaiting his reveal. He was honestly taking forever and you wanted him to get on with it, whatever it was.

"I'm in love with you, alright?"

He looked to your face, waiting for your reaction. but you remained expressionless.

"That's what you called me over here for? To tell me that you've been pining after me this whole time? Something i already knew?"

"Wait you knew? how?"

"Dude! I walked into your room and you were swinging your feet, drawing a picture of me! It was weird and I love you. Both ways. iIwas just waiting for you to own up and kiss me like the turd you are."

There was an awkward silence Peter was creating as he was thinking over everything.

You figured he was going to stay paused for a while so you just leaned forward, kissing him harshly. You could feel him stumble backward as he was confused by the sudden pressure.

He pulled away from you with a dazed look in his eyes, you couldn't help but smile brightly.

"You're so cute."

You let him go, backing out of his room. "Well I see you tomorrow at 8." His eyebrows knitted together as he didn't understand what you were speaking of.

"What's tomorrow at 8?"

"Oh our first date." You winked and began backing down the hallway. You sent him a bunch of air kisses before shuffling down the stairs.

"I love you, Peter!" You shouted before leaving out.

He looked down the stairs with a big goofy smile as you disappeared down the street.

He was so focused on outside that he didn't notice Tony poke out from his door with a smirk on his face.

Peter's smile dropped when he saw.

"Told ya."

"Are you listening to Ariana Grande right now?"

"I got my vinyl fixed." He shrugged, disappearing into his room while murmuring the lyrics to 'Just like Magic.'

"I will never understand that man."

[shoyoist]

hello!! can i request corruption and mommy kink for tora? fresh from the juvie tora who just got his dick wet... u turning him into a sex addict who can't live a day without u bouncing on his dick and he asks for it multiple times a day. let's say he is pussy drunk :(( please make him extra whiny and needy i love my subby boy sm.

thank you and have a great day ‹3

content: fem!reader. what the request says. unprotected sεx, femdom, overstimulation, implied virgin kazutora, corruption, slightly hinted older reader. when i say i gotchu anon i mean i gotchu.

— . ｡˚ ♡ tora is hooked on your body, and it's an addiction like no other.

kazutora really didn't mean to get obsessed. he didn't. he blames it on chifuyu for ever suggesting that kazutora should go barhopping with him, for ever convincing him that it'd be a good experience after having sat in jail for so fucking long.

but then he'd met you in one of those bars, gorgeous and sultry and perfect — from the ends of your hair to the tips of your toes, from your clothes and the way you looked at him to your voice as you talked to him — you were perfect.

he'd call it love at first sight if he believed in such things, and when you'd bought him a drink and asked him if he'd like to hit another club with you, he'd said yes — then he'd ended up in your bed, with you in his lap, cooing in his ear as you squeezed him so goddamn tight. he'd never felt so fucking good.

he'd wanted to ghost you, he did, because he was terrified of how badly he wanted you - but he couldn't.

how could he? when he'd woken up the next morning with your arms so softly, gently holding him to you as you slept with your cheek pressed to his hair — and with eleven missed calls from chifuyu on his phone that went ignored because once you woke up, you immediately latched back onto him.

how could he be anything but obsessed? he's never had sex before you, and he's sure first times were never usually this good — but you're so experienced, and it's as if you've known every inch of his body since forever, with the way you drain his balls so well. he wants more, needs more - and he thinks he might never find anyone like you again.

which is why he keeps coming back - which is why he didn't delete your number when you typed it into his phone for him, offering him only a knowing smile when he asked you why you'd give it to him.

he just can't let you go.

can i come over?

he texts you as soon as he's done with work for the day, and he's embarrassed, because he keeps doing this — he keeps asking you for more, keeps meeting up with you and going back to your place, all because he's just too addicted to having you bounce on his cock.

and every time he wakes up the next day with you so sweetly fallen asleep in his arms, he just needs you more.

you reply in only a few minutes.

of course. i'm waiting <;3

and he's already getting on his motorcycle and driving over to you, because fuck, he can't wait.

you open the door at the first knock, and he stutters in his steps as he heads inside, eyes on you as you move aside to let him in. the smile you give him in greeting is innocent, but he isn't fooled.

he knows you aren't wearing anything under that oversized shirt, knows what those smiling lips can do, and he aches to have your body pressed onto his, is already drunk on every part of it without even laying eyes on it yet.

"how was your day, tora?" you ask nonchalantly, as you take his hand and lead him to your room. he answers distractedly, saying something about work tiring him out. "missed you," he mumbles, unsure if he's supposed to say things like that - unsure if you care, unsure if he's supposed to be as into you as he is.

"i missed you too," you say, pushing him onto your bed, and he settles himself against the bedframe, sitting up and parting his legs so you can get between them. "missed you so much."

his heart flutters in his chest, and his eyes try to take in all of you as you take off your shirt, revealing to him your perfect tits and your perfect figure.

you seat yourself completely naked on his lap, tugging his cock out and wrapping your fingers around it, giggling at the sight of how pink and flushed it is, at how he's dripping already. "always so needy for me, aren't you, tora?"

"mmm," he says, wanting to touch you but hesitating, because he's still not sure how to go with the flow - you're observant enough, though, and he blushes when you laugh shortly and tell him it's okay.

he satiates himself by putting his hands around your waist, pulling you close so he can land a peck on your lips.

you arch back into the kiss when he tries to break it, opening your mouth and easing your tongue into his, letting out a breathy moan when his hands slide down to grip your ass. and when you tighten your hold around his cock, he can't help but whimper, "please." fuck, you treat him so well, he thinks.

"please, what?" you whisper, hot against his lips, and he squeezes your ass, shutting his eyes. "please, move your hand. i want more— fuck!" your thumb flicks at his head, and he can't help but fuck into your fist along with your rhythm when you comform to his request.

he cums in no time, spilling over your pretty fingers as you continue pumping his cock, and he starts whining when you push him over the brink of overstimulation. shit, he thinks hazily. he hasn't even touched you yet—

"please, i want—" he swallows thickly, welcoming the relief with a gasp when you finally let go, kissing him again as you press your thumb to the base of his cock and run your fingers over his length.

"what do you want, baby?" you ask, and he just turns redder because it's embarrassing, but it makes the blood rush to his cock as much as it rushes to his face, and he takes your waist in his hands again, tugging you forward as you sit with your legs around him. "tell me, tora."

"wanna touch you," he hisses, inching his hand closer to your cunt, fingers waiting expectantly for your reply. you kiss him, so sweet to him, he could just fucking melt. "touch me, then, baby. help me out."

his fingers find their way into your hole immediately, so eager to do for you what you've done for him, and when you close your eyes and rock yourself against the heel of his palm, he's encouraged to curl his fingers into the spot he thinks is right - and shit, the way you open up that pretty mouth of yours and moan makes his cock twitch.

his face heats up at the wet sounds he pulls out of you with every move of his fingers inside you, but you're not bothered, going to fit his girth within your palm again. "you want me to fuck you, tora?"

he hisses at the way you're toying with his balls, such a fucking tease, but he can't do anything about it other than moan. you click your tongue, and he knows what you want him to say. "tell me, baby." you coax, and he relents because he can't take it anymore. "want your pussy, mommy. please."

the way you smile is almost malicious, but you comply and lift yourself onto your knees when he removes his fingers, and line his cock up against your hole that's been secretly pleading to have him inside you this whole time—

kazutora doesn't notice, though, because as soon as you sink onto him, he's lost in the feeling of your warm, wet walls, so tight and so good around him, and he groans, pulling you flush against him and landing his lips on your throat.

"good boy," you cry out when he thrusts up into you - he doesn't seem to be fucking aware of it, but he's big and he always hits the right spots inside you, and you adore him as much as he adores you— he's so cute. "fuck, tora, just like that. just like that!"

he groans into your mouth, fighting against the numbing bliss to try and keep up with you, as you grab his shoulders and press him against the bedframe as your support before you start moving. he goes almost limp when you take over, hands settling at your thighs, admiring the way they look between his sticky fingers.

he feels your slick dripping down your his cock, mixing with his own cum as it slides down his balls, and he takes in a heavy breath, dragging one hand up your waist, thumb brushing against the soft flesh of your tit and settling at the back of your neck.

dragging you closer, he leans down and lets his mouth attach to the rise of your breast, sucking at the tender skin and relishing in the way you feel, hot and messy all over.

and when you finally hit your high, pushed there by his thumb furiously circling at your clit and his cock doing its best to fill you up, the way you clench around him makes him cum too, and you keep up the pace when his hips stutter to a pause, fucking him sloppily, so fast and so good— he knows already, he'll never get over you.

"baby," you grab his face as you slow down, eyes glittering as they stare into his own that are half-closed, drowned in you. "baby, kiss me."

and he does, he kisses you with all he has, and he feels so light headed and drained, but he still gives you all he's got — because fuck, he'll lose it if you get bored of him, if you don't love him as much as he loves you.

"d'you like it?" he breathes, teeth clicking against yours. "d'you like fuckin' me?"

"yes," you exhale, lips plump and raw on his. "i love it, you're so good for me, tora." you grab his cock again, and he jerks forward immediately, and when you giggle at his behest, he's not even embarrassed anymore because he's ready to go again—

god, he really just can't fucking get enough of you.

[imagine--if]

heya!! i love ur soft yandere riddler imagines and was wondering if u could write general relationship hcs for eddie being full soft yandere with the reader 😍😍 thanks sm!

A/N: Soft!Yandere Eddie Nashton is perf I love him 💚

Pairing: Dano!Riddler x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: Mentions of violence and stalking, obsessive loving Riddler behaviour 🥰

•♡ I swear, once Edward's met you and had you pay attention to him and smile warmly... that's it. You've infected his mind forever, and he just has to have you

•♡ Before you start properly dating, there's gonna be Eddie familiarising himself with you through the internet and socials, then through hacked cameras here and there... he doesn't exactly want to invade your privacy, but he likes knowing your safe and seeing that beautiful face to light up his day

•♡ Everything about you is just so perfect and angelic to Edward Nashton, and it's a wonder to him that someone as pure and pretty as you has ended up amongst the scum and vermin in Gotham... but no, it makes sense, because he lives in Gotham too and you two were always meant to be!

•♡ Eddie's love is so deep and obsessive that it can even overwhelm him at times. Like, he'll be killing some thug who decided to get up in your face the other night in his Riddler gear, and the fantasy of you thanking him and hugging and kissing him for his work literally makes him hyperventilate under his mask, and he has to calm down or he'll end up passing out lmao

•♡ He'll be as patient as he can before deciding to make his love known to you, most likely by getting you to his apartment and pouring out his feelings so you'll be paying attention to him fully

•♡ So assuming that you don't reject the Riddler's affections, he'll be ecstatic, honestly can't believe it's happening, that he doesn't have to daydream and imagine you two being together like soulmates are supposed to be when you're right here, all his!!

•♡ Eddie's pretty touch-starved and hasn't had proper romantic relationships before you, so any ounce of affection you give him... he's an absolute mess, whimpering and whining as he nuzzles happily into your touch and moves against you when you stop because he loves the feeling

•♡ Especially if you're playing with his hair or running your fingers lightly up and down his skin, it makes him shivery and flushed

•♡ This guy's pretty vocal and doesn't bother trying to suppress the moans that escape him when you're kissing or cuddling tightly

•♡ Anyone would think you're doing... you know, something else, when all you've done is kiss him and he won't shut up lol

•♡ You know about everything with the orphanage, and when you tell Edward about yours, he sees it as a sign of trust and bonding and he's so giddy

•♡ You have Eddie's attention whenever you want it. As soon as you call his name softly when he's scribbling in a puzzle book, he'll look right up at you with hopeful eyes behind his glasses

•♡ He's really, really protective and quite possessive, so if anyone makes you uncomfortable in the slightest and he gets to hear of it, that person won't be alive the next morning, and a new video will be added to the Riddler's streams

•♡ The videos will be extra violent and tormenting since Edward is jealous and thoroughly annoyed by how the person dared to disrespect you, and the followers drink it up with comments like, "bitch thats what you get for messing with riddlers queen" and "kill the pig, worship the goddess 😍"

•♡ No joke there, they're as respectful to you as they are to the Riddler himself and so you've got random followers around Gotham that will willingly watch your back or do things at your or Eddie's request

•♡ The Riddler's followers have heard a lot about you (obviously), and are Edward's eyes and ears when he needs them to make sure you're okay when it gets late and you're out or not with him or something

•♡ I'm not joking when I say that he sees you as a completely ethereal, beautiful being, and the obsessive Polaroids and rambles in his journals and random items of clothing and trinkets around Ed's room of you proves his devotion and adoration

•♡ He reminds you a lot that everything he's doing, he's doing for you, because an angel such as yourself can't live in a nasty, dirty city, can they?

•♡ I feel like Eddie likes babying you sometimes, being all mushy and clingy, which usually occurs late at night or in the mornings, because he gets to wake you up with loving kisses and whispers or soothe you to sleep fondling you delicately

•♡ An example of babytalk is a bunch of pet names and rambling, like, "My darling, my angel, my muse... aren't you just perfect, sweetheart? You look in the mirror and tell me we don't fit together like little puzzle pieces together like this...! Of course we do!! Awh, you're smiling- keep smiling, always, for me-"

•♡ I was gonna continue but realised I was writing a long-ass paragraph so I'll stop with the dialogue for a sec lmao

•♡ There are times when you have to ask him to shift back a little when his face is literally in yours and you can't breathe hehe

•♡ He gets all blushy and apologetic, but he can't get enough of the warmth and softness and loves enveloping himself in you

•♡ Edward gets extremely agitated when he can't see or touch you for long periods of time, and loses his patience with anyone that isn't you easily until he can relax when you're back together

•♡ He loves teaching you how to solve puzzles and riddles and stuff, because when you do Ed sees it as really hot and your cleverness is gorgeous to him - you can bond over what he's known for and best at!! One more thing to bond over?? He's interested!

•♡ I suppose it could feel invasive at times when Eddie wants to be around you constantly and know as much as he can about your past and just every little detail about your heavenly self, but he doesn't want to be invasive, he just wants to be as close to you as possible

•♡ You're the only one that can calm him down when he's having a tantrum about a riddle gone wrong or an awful flashback or something, and Edward's always thankful and relieved when he's woken gently from nightmares and all

•♡ No one's ever loved him like this before, and he cherishes any bit of attention he gets from you like they're slices of heaven... because they are

•♡ Eddie tells you he loves you constantly, feeling the need to remind you through any means possible

•♡ "I love you, sweet baby... and you love me too, right? Mm... it makes me so happy when you say that- never stop saying that, ever, ever..."

•♡ So Edward being the soft yandere that he is would never hurt you physically or mentally because he hates the thought of that. He just wants to love and protect you forever, prove to the world you're meant to be and gives you anything and everything you want to show it 💚

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[the-butterfly-blues]

Budding Romance

Chapter One A Friends to Lovers/Slight Enemies to Lovers Series Pairing: Steven Grant x Female Reader, Marc Spector x Reader, eventually Jake Lockley x Reader. Word Count: 1389 Summary: Steven's neighbor drops by his work to bring him lunch and Marc sets off on a side mission for Khonshu only to be rudely interrupted. Content Warning: Donna being mean, a gun (not used), minor violence Requests or Prompts you'd like to see are gladly welcome. Series Masterlist * Next Chapter

When moving into the place he now calls home, he hadn't really expected his next door neighbor to be so nice. She was the epitome of kindness in his eyes, always checking up on him and allowing him to chat her ear off whenever he pleased. It was a radical difference compared to what he experiences every day at the museum. Speaking of work..

"Steven?"

Shaking himself out of his thoughts from behind the counter, he straightens his posture to look at the woman he had just been thinking of.

"[Name]! What're you doing here?" "I was called in for first shift today, so I thought I'd bring you lunch when I got off." "Oh.. Is that why I didn't see you this morning?"

She nods with a hum while placing a paper bag on the counter. Steven can't help but smile at the sight, cheeks flushing slightly at her unexpected act of kindness. She'd only brought him lunch once before. It wasn't often their schedules would correspond and even when they did, they'd usually meet somewhere.

"You didn't have to bring me anything, you know?" "I wanted to. It's also an apology for missing our usual bus ride."

Even though she has her own mode of transportation, she insisted to ride the bus with him after the third time they'd had dinner together. Saying something about saving money on gas and how she never really felt comfortable without someone she knew, so it was perfect for her. Truthfully, it was perfect for him too. He no longer felt so out of place on the crowded automobile.

"You don't have to apologize for that. I will be honest though, I was a bit worried when you didn't pop up. Thought maybe you were sick or something, was going to pick you up some soup on the way home." "Awe, you don't have to worry about me, Stevie!"

She gently pokes his nose with a giggle, earning a chuckle from himself. Usually, he'd correct anyone that calls him that with an exasperated tone, but [Name] was different. The way she says it causes his heart to stutter and his stomach to turn in the best of ways, but not as wonderful as when she had called him 'love' that time he'd gotten terribly sick and she took care of him.

"How bout I leave a sticky note on your door if I ever have to go in that early again? How's that sound?" "You really don't have to." "I know, but it would make you worry less, yeah?"

Reluctantly, he nods.

"Then I'll leave a note next time. Now, when do you get off for lunch?"

Glancing at his watch, he smiles brightly at seeing how much time is left until his break.

"Ten minutes." "Perfe-" "Ahem."

The two jump at the sudden noise to their left, neither having noticed how Donna had snuck up on them. [Name]'s usual smile falters slightly, causing Steven to frown.

"I don't pay you to be talking to your little girlfriend."

Ever since her first visit at the end of the day, his boss has decided to make their lives difficult by interrupting them every chance she gets.

"She's not my- She just brought me my lunch is all, Donna." "If she's not looking around or buying anything, then she needs to leave." "There's no one-" "That doesn't matter. You need to be doing your job whether there's a line or not." "But-" "It's alright, I'll wait for you outside."

She doesn't give either of them a chance to speak as she grabs the paper bag and exits the museum while Donna leaves with a triumphant smile. The last of his ten minutes go by way to slow for his liking, so when his time is up he speed walks to join her on the steps of the museum. Neither of them talk about what just happened as she hands him his lunch.

"It's nothing much, just that wrap you usually get from the café down the street."

What she considered 'nothing much' meant a lot to him because she remembered his order. It's nice to see her put just as much effort as him into their friendship.

"Thank you."

The air around them is comfortable as she lays her head on his shoulder. This had become a common occurrence considering how often she allows him to do it on their commute to work, though the first time she'd done it caused his face to flush. He was just glad she couldn't see it.

"Have you already eaten today?" "Not yet. Planned on grabbing a snack-"

Before she can finish, he's already torn his salad wrap in two. She sits up in bewilderment with a confused smile.

"It's weird if I'm the only one eating. And, you know, you shouldn't skip meals. It's not good for you." "What would I ever do without you?"

She takes the half he holds out to her, smile never faltering.

"You'd probably waste away or something." "Oh, absolutely."

With one last chuckle, a pleasant silence sits around them as they eat. She looks at the people that pass by while he watches her, grateful to have found someone so wonderful. Steven wouldn't change a thing.

~~~

Marc on the other hand was starting to get annoyed. It's not that he's not happy for Steven, in fact he was glad the anxiety-riddled man finally made a friend without his help. Nor was it particularly her fault for his sour mood, but rather a combination of things.

'What are you doing Spector? He is no longer here.'

The man would return soon enough as the roof they are sat upon is the criminal's hideout, but he doesn't dignify the God with a response. It's hard enough balancing two very different lives, especially when one of them has started to become weary of the others nightly activities. It also didn't help that the more time Steven spent with [Name], the less he was able to see throughout the day. Hearing the door creak open, he continues to wait. Instead of immediately attacking, he figured it would be better for him to get settled, to believe he's safe. Once enough time has passed, he enters the building silently through one of the open windows, grabbing one of the crescent shaped darts from his chest. He wanted nothing more than to get this over with quickly and go home so Steven wouldn't wake up as tired as he usually does. The man has no idea he's here and the moment Marc has him in his sight, he throws the dart.

"Woah! That is not how we do things around here, mummy boy!"

Both men jump at the sudden voice as the dart is stopped by a web. The woman in red descends from the ceiling while the normally dressed man fumbles with his gun out of shock. Frustrated, Marc throws another dart, but this time he aims it at the hero. He shouldn't have done that, she's only trying to do what she believes is right, but his anger takes the best of him.

"Are we really going to play this game?"

He throws another dart as he begins approaching her, completely forgetting about the man he'd come to kill until she throws something at him. The little device beeps a few times before it forcefully attaches him to the wall, easily incapacitating him.

"Fine, but I'll have you know, I'm pretty competitive!"

The near carefree tone of her voice only upsets him more as he begins throwing punches. She only dodges, not yet trying to attack while spouting off stupid comments that continue to fuel the fire.

"You know, if you're just mad, maybe we can talk it out? I've been told I'm a great listener!"

When a punch finally lands, he feels a bit better, but guilty all the same as she stumbles back holding her side.

"Alright, maybe you're not a talker."

Before he can move to do anything else, she begins shooting webs at him. One covers his face while another wraps around his hand. The next thing he knows, he's on the ground with an incredibly painful headache.

"Sorry, but I told you I was competitive."

Removing the webs from his face, he sits up with a slight groan as she heads towards the window he had entered through.

"The police are on their way, so you might want to skedaddle before you get carted off to prison with this guy. I've heard it's not all that fun."

With that, she's gone, leaving Marc with an incapacitated target and a throbbing feeling in his skull. What he wouldn't do to change everything.

~~~~~~~~~~

A/N: It's not as long as I'd like it to be, but I'm slowly trying to get back into the groove. May take a while for the next chapter, it depends on how I feel.

[sugurugetoswife]

Junpei Yoshino✨

Junpei x fem! reader

Type- Songfic (Song- Let me down slowly by Alec Benjamin)

Warnings- JJK Season 1 spoilers, bit depressing, mention of bullying, stress, ciggarette marks, emotional fic, loads of crying.

Author's note: When I started writing I didn't felt it would turn out to be depressing... I myself was sad after I read this for like how long idk... But I love this boyy so anything for him...

This night is cold in the kingdom

I can feel you fade away

From the kitchen to the bathroom sink and

Your steps keep me awake

It was a long exhausting day for Junpei at the school and now all he wanted was to go back home before anyone spots him, corners him and makes him their stress relief toy. He was picking up his speed with those scary recollection running in the back of his head, as a highschooler he should probably be making good and fun memories but it was other way round for him. On his way home he had to pass through a pretty water reservoir, he'd lie if he wasn't tempted at the calmness the water possessed. Junpei gulped hard as he glanced over at the vicinity to find any human traces around him and he found none. Breathing in a huge amount of air and letting it pass the very next second, this was his way to put his mind and thoughts at ease. He went and sat over at one of the stairs and keenly watched how the basalt- textured concrete stairs ended and got connected to the raw land with tiny wheat grass then finally connecting to the water body. He closed his eyes enjoying the calm flow of water, it was melody to his ears. He was so engrossed that he probably didn't notice the overfilled dark clouds in the sky which started pouring. One would hate the rain for ruining their happy- peaceful moment but for Jun' it was cherry on the cake.

Don't cut me down, throw me out, leave me here to waste

I once was a man with dignity and grace

Now I'm slippin' through the cracks of your cold embrace

So please, please

He loved it when it rained cause then no one would even bother notice him, he'd stay in anonymity forever. Those water droplets falling on his head felt like nature's way of littering kisses over him. It would remind him of his childhood days when he used to roam around and live a stress free life, spend time with his mom during dinner or while working on assignments, gossiping around with friends or playing with them on the playground, when stress never existed in his life; the pressure of being strong, brave, perfect never was bombarded upon him but now it was all a distant memory and nothing else. Suddenly the pouring stopped but he could still hear the pitter- patters. He hastily opened his eyes only to find shadow of a human figure with an umbrella, his body shivered inside out and then he felt a cold hand sliding over his shoulder. He cursed himself mentally for not heading home and enjoying these little things; he forgot these things weren't meant for weak people like him. His body was all alert and ready to cave in the torture but instead a sweet voice paved it's way into his ears.

"Umm, sorry if I scared you that wasn't my intention."

But Jun' just couldn't trust anyone for their sweet voice and appearances, the amount of bullying he had been experiencing was mostly from these familiar faces who appeared normal but had a evil side. He had seen it all from boys to girls, no one would leave a chance to bully him and those who have witnessed it would turn a blind eye towards the situation. He was done with all of this, he shut his eyes close with the thought of what he has to go through more after being punched, kicked, verbally abused, marked with burning cigarette on his forehead, what more, what more... make it stop please, make it stop...

Could you find a way to let me down slowly?

A little sympathy, I hope you can show me

"Make it stop please, not anymore... "

He whispered softly but were incoherent to you, all you could see was he had his face hidden in his hands and his bangs covered half of the site perfectly.

"Are you ok?"

He wasn't sure if he should look at you or not but he did and terror was clear in his eyes. You couldn't help but question him,

"Woah Jun',you look like you saw a ghost or something."

If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely

If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly

Let me down, down, let me down, down, let me down

Let me down, down, let me down, down, let me down

"Ahh, Y/N, it's you!!"

You could see him puff out a huge sigh of relief, what was he so stressed about. The very next moment you crouched near him still holding the umbrella over his head.

"I figured you wouldn't have had bought an umbrella so I followed you, sorry if I disturbed your little peace- session amongst yourself, if you want I'd just leave you alo- "

Before you could even utter another word he softly grabbed you arm and smiled at you which was enough to portray he still loved and appreciated your company.

"No, wait stay... "

That pretty smile and those words were all needed to make your day rather week to be honest, the very next moment without even thinking if you're uniform would all get soaked in dirt or not you found yourself sitting besides him.

"It's pretty soothing here, ain't it? "

He grabbed the umbrella from your hand and gave you a reassuring smile on the statement, you left the once tight hold on the handle and now Junpei was the one shielding both of you from the rain with the umbrella.

If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely

If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly

After a minute or so Junpei got up and all you did was looked him. He looked so pretty with those raindrops across his half hidden face, he's eyes were sad even though he had the most prettiest smile planted "the prettiest smile hide the deepest scars" something you would always be reminded every time you glance at Junpei's features.

...

You became friends with Junpei during a chemistry group project. You were chosen as the leader with everyone's consent in your group which consisted of total five people: You, Junpei, Chiyo, Sayama and Nishimura.

"Hmm... To start of with, we'll equally divide the work and everyone will report their progress to me regularly without forgetting, I want our project to be better than that Shota Ito and his dumbass team, everyone understand!! "

The competitiveness in your voice was quite enough for Chiyo and the three boys in the group to take you and the work designated to them seriously.

"If anybody has any doubt, do not fear, call me or text me, am I clear?! "

"Yes captain."

All of them sang in a symphony. You were not ready to lose against Shota even when you had two of his minions in your group. You had to show him who has the upper hand here.

"Especially you both- Sayama and Nishimura, if I find even one percent of suspicion that you're leaking information from my teams hardwork to that dumbass Ito then better be ready to get your ass beaten off cause I won't tolerate that behavior, do you understand?"

"Yes-s, w-we won't, why-yy would we!"

Were all the words that left their mouth, Junpei was shocked enough to see the control and confidence in your aura that let the people who bullied him bow down to you. He did admire you from that very day but was also lowkey scared of how you'd behave with him. But to his surprise you were at the best of your behavior when you're with him and Chiyo, just cold to Sayama and Nishimura. During the time the group project lasted no one even looked at him, bullying was far by gone, he felt safe in your presence.

Tomorrow was the final day- the day of submission, you had gathered everyone at you're home for the last rehearsal,

"Chiyo, the apparatus, check? "

All the eyes which were on Y/N, as she was calling out names from the sheet and their respective tasks, now landed on Chiyo who cheered in response,

" Check ☑"

"Sayama and Nishimura, the mind maps and charts, check?"

Junpei didn't bother to look up at the mere mention of their names as they both boringly chimed,

"Check ☑"

"Jun', you're explanation sheet, check?"

Jun' ?, did you just nickname him or was he just hearing things,

"Check ☑"

Blushing he answered which didn't went unnoticed by you.

"So for the very last time we are going to perform this whole thing from start to end, okay?"

Finally the day arrived and everything was in it's place, Chiyo placed the apparatus' perfectly, Sayama and Nishimura didn't cause any nuisance which was a great win-win, now it was your's and Junpei's turn to garnish the perfection, all eyes were on Junpei and you. You met Junpei's trembling gaze and encouraged him, he took a deep breath and started to speak off everything as practiced,

"So today we are going to determine the molarity of potassium permanganate solution by using standard solution of F.A.S also known as Mohr's salt... "

You took the lead and started performing the experiment side by side, it went smoothly and finally the whole class saw Junpei in a different light which you were totally unaware of- unaware of the effect you had on Junpei, unaware of how you brought Junpei out of his little bubble. Junpei had caught eyes of everyone in his school as a weak but today you made him stand in the spotlight, which of course wasn't appreciated by bunch of assholes. Junpei gained the confidence which had been long lost once again because of you. Lo- behold, you're group project was in top three for the chemistry exhibition and even got chosen for it over Shota Ito's project.

Cold skin, drag my feet on the tile

As I'm walking down the corridor

But it just got tougher for Junpei after that as he now became an easy and only target of Shota and his group. Everyday, each day he'd get beaten but as the school bell rung the only thing the occupied his mind instead of pain was meeting you outside the school and walking home with you. You made all the pain fade away. You both became each other's habit.

And I know we haven't talked in a while

So I'm looking for an open door

Today you didn't attend school and this wasn't neglected by Shota, he cornered Junpei in an alley and did what they always do but this time to an extent where Junpei was left unconscious. When he came back to his senses he was shocked with the amount of pain his body was bearing, he couldn't take it anymore. The next day he saw you in class but ignored your presence, he stopped talking to you, cut off every means of contact with you.

You tried talking but all he said was he needed space and that's how distance between you two grew- you couldn't force him to talk and he never tried to.

Don't cut me down, throw me out, leave me here to waste

I once was a man with dignity and grace

Now I'm slippin' through the cracks of your cold embrace

So please, please

Today the weather was unusual clearness in the atmosphere, with distant objects seen distinctly, indicating it was about to rain. Now you were used to walking home alone with this empty, lost feeling burying deep inside the pit of your heart; everyday the pit would go inch deep as you felt the loneliness. You were halfway through your home when you saw Junpei sitting near the lake with eyes peacefully closed, it's been ages you had seen him this calm.

You went to him...

...

"Let's go, it's raining heavily."

He reached out to grab your hand but you weren't just ready to let this succumbing tranquility go yet.

"Can we stay for a bit longer I don't remember the last time I was with you... Please let me be, please Jun'."

Your eyes were puffed not because of the rain but because your heart found it's missing piece back, guess Junpei just didn't noticed it as the rain camouflaged it.

"We can walk home together, come let's go."

He grabbed your arm almost forcing you a bit to walk home with him as if he didn't wanted to stay with you yet wanted to, you've never ever witnessed this sight of Junpei.

"Jun', don't do this to me, don't be so nice to me when all you do at the end is cut me down, throw me out and leave me alone, wasted; moments before you said stay and now you wanna go, you cannot play around with me."

Snatching your arm out of his grip you almost left the boy speechless, he has to know what you went through and he has to let you know what was the reason he did let you go through it.

"Y/N, I-"

You cut through his words sharply but never intended to come out rude, you have to know what made him distance himself from you, what was it... You couldn't live in peace, you couldn't sleep, eat, rather even do a single task without that thought going through your mind.

"All I ever wanted was to be with you- if somethings bothering you, tell me, share with me, I'm always here to liste-"

"There's nothing you can do about it-"

Coldly cutting you off, he gave up in between those words but you won't just let if go cause for the world it might be stupid but for you Junpei mattered, he did.

Frustration took over you as he kept avoiding your questions and twisted and turned them, placing them in front of you as your next challenge.

"You can't say that before even trying."

All this time throughout the conversation Junpei's back faced you but very next second you could see his glistening face again which was more than enough for you to fall for him again.

"I know for a fact you cannot, that's why! "

You have to tell him, let him acknowledge that yes, you do love him, you had fallen for him but he never gave you the chance to interpret those feelings.

"Just once tell me, if I can or cannot is not in your hands-"

He threw the umbrella towards the side as rage took over him, he pulled up his bangs making the newly burned ciggarette marks visible on his forehead.

"Can you handle this, no you cannot, you probably are as disgusted as others are... "

Could you find a way to let me down slowly?

A little sympathy, I hope you can show me

"Jun'..."

If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely

If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly

Let me down, down, let me down, down, let me down

Let me down, down, let me down, down, let me down

You knew he was vulnerable, shy, introvert but you never imagined this would be the reason; when he told the whereabouts of the incident. After that he never spoke, never made a sound but the look in his eyes exactly told you what he felt.

If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely

Junpei turned his back as he was about to leave with a thought that yes, the last person he'd expect would understand him is also the same as others when he felt a warm embrace and hot tears over his shoulder-blade skin. It was you, you hugged him, you did.

If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly

"Y/N, don't ever think that everyone who leaves wants to."

And I can't stop myself from fallin' (down) down

Could you find a way to let me down slowly?

At this statement of his your tears were brimming out of control with the pouring rain, he turned towards you and all you could do is hug him back tightly, he could feel the love, anger, pain, every feeling of yours through that hug alone. That was the person you fell for, who could depict your feelings through your body language.

A little sympathy, I hope you can show me

If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely

If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly

Let me down, down, let me down, down, let me down

Let me down, down, let me down, down, let me down

"Jun', I love you, enough to fight for you, compromise for you and sacrifice myself for you if needed. Enough to miss you incredibly when we're apart or close. Enough to believe in you and stand besides you in he worst of the time's. I do love you Jun'. "

If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely

If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly

If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely

If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly

I hope you made it till the end, ik one hell of a emotional rollercoaster, maybe a bit cringeyy too...

@ 13/05 — please do not translate, modify or plagiarize my work for devil's sake...

Reblogs are always appreciated

[colossal-fallout]

Hi! been a fan of your fics for well over a year now and you just keep getting better and better!

Now requests are open, any chance for fluffy modern day AU headcanons (or a fic if you prefer) of Mikasa in a long distance relationship with a reader who lives halfway across the world that she met online? If it's headcanons, for example maybe how they met and fell in love online, cute ways they spend time together and messages they send eachother, some struggles with being in a long distant relationship, some smut of them getting sexual for the first time over cam maybe, them eventually meeting in person for the first time, etc.? This is an incredibly self indulgent request so only if you don't mind! 🙏 Thank you 💝

Hi ! Wow I'm honored to have had you here this long :) Thanks for sticking around and I appreciate your kind words <3 You beautiful human.

...Y-you are human, right?

Long Distance Mikasa X GN Reader HC's

Warnings: Smut & Fluff. GN.

Forging friendships

Firstly, right off the bat, this is adorable. Everything about you and her is just... perfe-cto-mundo.

You met in a forum debating and reviewing the latest chapter of your favorite manga. You somehow managed to make her laugh with a comment you'd made. She messaged your account and after a few back and forths over a few days, you'd exchanged social media details which then went onto more instantaneous messaging.

When you saw her pictures you were blown away.

Stunning. Gorgeous. And the most beautiful, slightly shy smile you'd ever seen.

Over the course of the next few weeks you'd gotten closer, messaging pretty much every day. Asking what the other was up to, what you were having for dinner and what the weather was like where you are. ...Yes, alas... you live very far away from each other.

You learn she's really into sport and fitness, video games, reading and she's really close with her adoptive brother, Eren.

After about of month, she finally plucks up the courage for a phone call and when you heard her voice, you realized your feelings were a lot deeper than you originally thought.

Whether it was her laugh or how kind hearted she was - what ever magic spell she'd put on you, it worked because now at this point she's all you can think about.

The seedlings of romance

Unfortunately, with Mikasa, patience is a very important thing. She's reserved, shy and even timid when it comes to her emotions. So it takes another couple month before she agrees to video call.

If you're not the patient type, which I doubt if you're willing to be in a long distant relationship, she isn't the girl for you.

But after that first video call, you made her feel so at ease and relaxed; the conversations naturally flowed and you'd made her laugh a fair few times. Her melodic, sweet laugh that gives you a fuzzy warm feeling in your stomach.

Because of that, once that first hurdle has been jumped, you video each other pretty much every day. You take turns on who stays up late into the night and who is later for dinner.

To your surprise, it's Mikasa who makes the first move. You're having another call when she blushes a deep crimson, her chest rising and falling a lot quicker than usual.

"I... find you to be very special to me... y/n." She mutters out. She's almost glowing red once that last word leaves her lips.

Dumbfounded, you admit your feelings to, and that's when your friendship blossoms into romance.

Activities

Wow. She feels the same. Colours are brighter, birds sing louder and everything around you just feels, well, awesome. You can't wipe the huge grin off your face as you enter into an exclusive relationship with the raven-haired beauty.

You talk for hours even more than before. You can never wait to tell her about your day and hear about hers, too.

You play video games online together. To be honest, you both whoop ass when teamed up. Certainly a force to be reckoned with.

You watch movies together while video chatting, making sure you both press play on the movie at the exact same time, which didn't take too long to master.

You mail each other cute gifts. One of those pillows that light up when the other is holding it - You tend to use these during your movie nights. Matching necklaces that are a piece of a puzzle. Candy from your country. It's just tooth rotting. Pun intended.

You make playlists and send them to each other.

You exchange spooky stories from under your covers with the lights off.

But most of all, you talk. About life, death, problems, past traumas, are there aliens? Ghosts? What do you think happens when a cannibal is near a person who is sunburnt? Do their mouths water?

NSFW

As previously mentioned, with Mikasa, things have to move at a slow and steady pace. It'll be a long while before she feels comfortable doing naughty things with you, especially over an electronic device.

But as her feelings for you grow, as does that burning, yearning ache in her lower half.

That blush is back as she tells you how she's been feeling. How she's in love with you and she's fallen hard and wants to share her body with you.

Elation isn't even the word that can describe how happy you are. You love her too and you want to share every part of you with her.

It starts with teasing photo's. Slipping a shoulder out of her shirt with that adorable pink hue across her face. It's the most intense strip tease known to man.

Then it's her legs. My god, she has a gorgeous set of pins.

Her stomach... her toned stomach is to die for. You'd love nothing more than to run your tongue down that lower part...

You assault her with praise, making her feel like the queen she is. Telling her how beautiful she is, and that she doesn't have to send you these things if she isn't comfortable. She assures you that she does indeed want to.

When she sends you a picture of her full, naked body laying on her bed your jaw drops. You're so touched she feels so comfortable to do this with you as you return pictures of your own.

Video sex is next. You cum almost immediately when you see her slender fingers slide into her small, pink bloom, you name being whimpered as her squelching insides swallows her digits with greed.

After a while, you're both fully comfortable with each other. She sends you voice notes to listen to the next morning, her orgasm noises as she pleases herself to your pictures while you slept, your name desperately leaving her vocals.

She sends you her cum soaked panties in the mail.

You mail her toys to use when you next fuck on screen.

It always ends with you both hugging your lighty-up pillows and telling each other how you love the other.

Meeting

Nothing is half assed with Mikasa especially after she's opened up so much to someone. And having taken things so slow, your relationship is already a decent way in before you finally meet for the first time. This won't be a one off meeting. Either she's coming to stay with you for a long time or you're going over to where she is to live with her.

There won't be a sad farewell. No morbid goodbyes. This is the real deal and it's signed, sealed, delivered to be forever.

You're soul mates after all. Duh.

Your insides are churning like crazy when you go to meet her at the airport. You're so excited you can hardly contain it.

I don't want to go into too much detail into the actual uniting as I think that's best left to your imagination and how that goes for you as an individual.

But her skin is just as soft as you imagined, her smell is as sweet and best of all - her laugh and smile is just as bewitching as it was that very first day you called her.

[sleeplessinspace]

don't make me wait - god of night x gn!reader

this wasn't what i had planned at all so apologies if it seems incoherent

warning(s): nsfw, religion/god kink, slight dumbification, possessiveness

night comes to you, a mortal living in a nation whose leaders are brave enough to challenge the rightful rule of a God some would call it bravery, but it was nothing more than foolishness in his eyes

while he could delve deeper in the minds of the nation's leadership and drive them mad for their disregard for his power

originally, he plans on delving deep in the sleeping minds of the nation's leadership, intending on driving them mad as punishment for their casual disregard for his power but these plans change significantly one he catches sight of you in the memories of one of the councilpersons and oh how the thought of making one of their own dear children turn so firmly against their ridiculous beliefs made him excited

and aren't you just a sight, his little star

you're smart too, you happen to respect the gods and their reign over the lands which is why you butt heads with your parents often

night starts to visit your dreams, to the point where you're seeing him every single evening

he wants you endlessly devoted to him after all he wants you under him, only his name on your lips as his cock fills—he's getting ahead of himself

his touch remain casual, respectful even, but with an undercurrent of possessiveness; a heavy hand on your shoulder, his thumb often straying to the center of your collarbone where he can picture a pendant or perhaps a collar with his sigil emblazoned in the metal and whenever you lift your head, the first thing his eyes will see is his imprint

whenever his hands are on you which is almost always in your dreams you can feel the power thrumming so easily beneath his marble-like skin and it doesn't scare you like it should

eventually, though, the casual touches grow more...suggestive

he may be a God but even his patience has limits

night gets you perched in his lap, flushed and worried about propriety despite the fact you're all alone with him in your dreams, rambling about respect and courtesy because you're nothing more than a mortal and here he was a true God the casual reverence in your voice has him growing hard beneath you but you don't notice

so he silences you with a kiss

and you may be young but thankfully aren't wholly inexperienced, though all of those moments of stumbling in the dark pale in comparison to the taste of a God, who even in your dreams manages to taste like pure sin and before you even have a chance to think, night's hands are on your hips, rocking you steadily against his thigh, carefully urging you to take, his kiss wiping away every worry and thought from your mind

you come like that for the first time, soaking the fabric of his suit, still grinding against his thigh though shuddering now with overstimulation making your skin buzz, panting and whimpering into his mouth

of course, this is when he strikes

"I've a proposition for you, my little starlight," Night croons, rubbing his thumbs over your flushed cheeks and you can do little more than nod, eyes blown black with pleasure.

You struggle to remember how to speak but eventually the words manage to form. "Wh-what is it?" you ask, still breathing heavily as you come down from your high.

"As you know, your...councilors don't believe my power to be true. They don't fear what I could do to them. That needs to change."

"What...what do you mean?"

Night smiles down at you and lets one of his thumbs press against your lower lip, his eyes darkening when you accept it readily into your mouth for moment. "Ah. I forgot that thinking isn't one of your strong suits at the moment. I'll make it simple for you, my star—tell your parents and their cohorts that they have ten days to accept my rule."

"What happens after ten days?"

You're almost afraid to ask, but you have to know.

"This nation will be nothing more than a memory. I don't tolerate disrespect and they'll serve as a perfect example," he coos and the thought of your homeland being potentially destroyed shouldn't excite you but the look in his eyes is just—

Almost aware of your internal dilemma, Night takes pity on you. "But don't worry, little starlight. I'm nothing if not a man of my word. Ten days. And of course, you'd be spared from it all, regardless of what they choose."

"B-But all those innocent people—they haven't done anything other than honor the law! Why should they be punished for following the rules?"

"Hm. Well, you do have a point. In that case...I have another proposal for you." '

You're beginning to sense a theme and the slight furrow of your brow makes Night smirk. He leans in, your noses brushing as you look into his eyes that seem to glitter like stars in the night.

"Let me have you and everything you know will stay as it is. You give in to me and I'll...forgive this slight. I'll give you some time to think it over."

You feel your dream begin to fade as you start to wake up and can't help but call for Night as he grins at you from the growing darkness.

"Don't make me wait, little star. I'll see you soon."

[somewhatgreatexpectations]

Goldrush (Taylor Sloane/ Reader)

Hello everyone!

Venturing out from Wanda/ Leigh to provide you all with, drum roll please... fluff! Taylor Sloane fluff to be specific! Loosely inspired by Taylor Swift's "Goldrush".

Summary: Social media influencer were shallow. You couldn't stand them... So why were you letting this one get close to you?

It took all you had to bite back the groan of annoyance when you stepped foot on the beach. Your little hideaway had been discovered and you weren’t sure if you’d be able to find peace there ever again if it was going to be full of all these shallow ‘influencers’.

“Nothing is sacred anymore.” You mumbled to yourself as you carefully pulled out your vintage Olympus OM-1. Your most prized possession.

As you began to prepare the film a commotion caught your attention. You turned your head to see someone approach a small group of obnoxiously loud people. It looked like the person was asking to take a picture with a blonde in the group. The sight immediately lost your interest as you turned your attention back to your film.

You were scouting to see if you would be using this location for your future photoshoots. That was your priority. Not the obnoxious people who wanted attention.

Carefully brushing away the sand, you wandered over to a manmade trail of rocks that lead out into the serene ocean. The sun gleamed brightly on the water and tinged it with an ethereal glow. A beautiful sight if you slowed down long enough to take it in. You kneeled so you were at eye level with the rocks, aligning the camera so it was could capture the sight, the cold water gently lapping against the soles of your worn-out converse.

Just as you had set up the shot a sharp cough made you jump, almost making you drop your camera into the water. The interruption alone made you clench your jaw in annoyance as you turned to find the source of the sound. Your eyes meeting with the blonde from earlier, a fake smile on her face. It was clear she was one of those ‘influencers’.

Beautiful but empty. An illusion of beauty.

“Can I help you?” You mumbled.

The plastic smile never wavered. “You’re a photographer.” You stared at her blankly, waiting for the question. “Can you take a picture for me and my friends? We’d ask someone else, but you’d probably be a little better.”

“Sure.” You eventually replied flatly, taking the phone she held out. The group arranged themselves against the light, so they’d all be washed out, but you didn’t say anything. That wasn’t your problem.

As soon as you lifted the phone they all stopped bickering and began laughing as if they had just heard the funniest joke . Several peace signs showing up among the group.

Fake, you thought to yourself as you took the photo. You then handed the phone back to the blonde, fiddling with the strap of your camera that was slung across your chest.

The woman immediately handed the phone back to you, making you furrow your brows in confusion. “We’re washed out. Do you mind taking it again, but like… better? Maybe try getting lower.” You bristled at the comment. The charming smile she flashed you was something you were certain got her whatever she wanted.

You almost denied the request just for the satisfaction. “Sure.” You mumbled again, crouching ever so slightly to take the picture again.

“Do you mind getting lower?” She questioned.

Before you could stop yourself, you made a face. “What? Like in the sand?”

“Yeah, that’d be perfect! Thanks.” You bit the inside of your cheek to stop the sarcastic comment that was threatening to fall from your lips. As you kneeled down in the sand you heard her whisper to her friends. “It’s cute, an amateur photographer being able to take pictures for me. She’s probably just nervous.”

The comment made your blood boil. That was the issue with all these influencers. They thought they were god’s gift to the world. That’s why you refused to work with them.

Without paying any attention, you took the picture and marched over to the woman. “Just so you know, I have no idea who you are. Have a nice day.” You said in an overly cheery voice, shoving the phone back into her hands.

The woman sputtered slightly in surprise, but before she could say anything you hurried away, clutching the strap of your camera tightly. You needed to find new places to shoot at.

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As much as you tried to avoid all the places that the social media influencers went, you couldn’t help but go to this small café that they had infiltrated. It was on the edge of the coast, close enough that the ocean breeze swept through your hair as you read by the open window.

You had become such a fixture in the shop that the owners had come to expect you at least twice a week. Today was no different as you absently picked at the chocolate croissant that the owners granddaughter had eagerly given you.

Even the little girl had become familiar with your presence (mainly because you let her play with your older cameras when you were around).

Just as you were about to turn the page, the stillness of the café was interrupted by the sounds of exaggerated laughter. You refused to look up, you knew the type. They’d be gone as soon as they got their pictures anyway.

“Excuse me?”

You looked up to see two women standing before you, one the blonde from the beach. You were surprised to see she actually looked a bit uncomfortable when she saw it was you. “Yes?” You replied, placing a finger in your book so you wouldn’t lose your place.

“Do you mind switching places with us? This spot would make a better picture.” The other woman batted her eyelashes flirtatiously.

You couldn’t help but smile in disbelief. “You know what? Sure.”

The squeal that came from the other woman’s lips made you wince. “Perf! Let’s go get our stuff, Tay.” The other woman walked off as you turned to gather your things, it was time to leave. You had a photoshoot early the next morning anyway.

“What are you reading?”

Not looking up, you began packing your things into your backpack. “Middlemarch by George Elliot.” You replied. As much as you were sure this woman was vapid, you didn’t want to be rude. Even if the aftermath of her comment still prickled under your skin.

“What’s it about?”

Curiosity got the better of you as you finally turned to face her, eyeing her skeptically. “It’s about marriage, idealism, self-interest, hypocrisy, political reform… It’s a masterpiece in my humble opinion.”

The woman’s eyebrows raised interestedly. “You sound passionate about it.” You shrugged. It was your favorite book, but she didn’t need to know that. “My names Taylor.” The same charming smile she wore on the beach made a reappearance and you tilted your head in response, not impressed.

“Y/n.” You supplied.

There was a brief moment of silence in the air, Taylor’s smile wavered slightly. “About the beach, I think I came off as kind of a bi-”

“Tay! Let’s take a pic of our coffee. The beach in the background will be adorbs.” The other woman interrupted. “Do you mind?” She asked you, gesturing to the space you were standing in front of.

You pressed your lips together, shaking your head. “Not at all. It’s all yours.”

As you passed Taylor you made eye contact, she looked like she wanted to say something, but you had already walked away. Playfully you ruffled the hair of the owner’s granddaughter on the way out. You were so occupied by the way the young girl eagerly showed you the pictures she took that you didn’t notice the eyes that were watching you with interest.

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The movement around you faded as you focused on the controlled chaos that surrounded you, the people all living their own lives. Your fingers itched to capture these unsuspecting moments of beauty. Of the elderly couple holding hands on a walk, of the two friends laughing over a picture they had just taken, of the children playing catch with their dog. Of- your peace was interrupted when someone stepped into your line of vision.

You fought the urge to groan. “Are you following me?”

Taylor raised the bag in her hand, smiling slightly. “No. I was actually on my way home from the farmers market.” You squinted at her slightly, unsure of what that had to do with you. “I think we got off on the wrong foot yesterday.”

“What makes you say that?” Your paused slightly. “Do you think it’s because I’m an amateur photographer that’s nervous to be around you?” You asked with a mocking pout.

Her face flushed. “I didn’t mean to sound so…”

“Stuck up?” You offered flatly.

Taylor nodded slowly. “I swear I’m not… that type of person.”

You chuckled as you began packing your things. “Yeah, for some reason I don’t buy that.” When you stood you noticed how close she was to you. Your breath faltered slightly because you were certain you’d never seen eyes more beautiful in your life. “Why do you care? You don’t even know me.” You grumbled stepping around her.

Her footsteps followed you as she fell into step beside you. “I don’t know, you seem different than anyone I know.” You huffed in amusement. That was probably certain. “Let me show you I’m not as bad as you think I am.”

“You see, as intrigued as I am by that offer I think I’ll pass. I’ve seen your type.” You quipped, glancing at her out of the corner of your eyes. “I have an amateur shoot that I need to get to anyway.”

She groaned. “You’re not going to let that go, are you?” You shook your head. There was a brief pause. “Can I have your number?”

A short chuckle fell from your lips. “Seriously?”

Taylor nodded and held out her phone. “Get coffee with me this weekend and I’ll prove you wrong.”

You had to admit, the persistence was admirable, you’d even say cute. “Fine.” You took the phone and put in your number. “I really have to go.”

“See you this weekend. Same café on the coast.” Taylor said as you turned to leave.

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When you arrived at the café you were greeted with warm smiles as the owner offered you a tea, and raised eyebrows when you requested two. You rolled your eyes at the suggestive waggle of eyebrows you received as you walked the teas over to a table in the corner.

Glancing down at your watch, you couldn’t help but frown. 12:05. It was five minutes passed the agreed upon meeting time.

A sigh fell from your lips when another fifteen minutes passed. You mentally berated yourself for allowing yourself to hope she wouldn’t be what you thought she was. Not even a moment later you heard the chime of the bell, indicating someone had entered.

Like a whirlwind, Taylor came rushing in just as you stood to leave. “Y/n.” She hurried over to the table. “There was an accident and they stopped the freeway. Like… completely stopped it. We literally just sat there for twenty minutes. I was supposed to be here at 11:50.”

Despite yourself you couldn’t help but be amused. “Taylor.” Her eyes were still a bit wide when she met your gaze. You enjoyed the authentic emotion she was showing. “It’s fine.”

“I’m not making a good impression, am I?”

You shrugged playfully as you took a seat again, Taylor taking the seat opposite of you. “You could be doing worse.”

Taylor pushed a hand through her hair. “That’s not very reassuring.”

Again, you shrugged. “I never said I was trying to reassure you.”

For a moment she just stared at you then burst out laughing. You couldn’t help but duck your head at the sound. “I’m glad you aren’t. It’s refreshing.” She admitted when her laughter faded away.

“What? Honesty?” You chuckled as she nodded. “I hate to break it to you, but if authenticity is refreshing, you should probably reevaluate the people you surround yourself with.”

Her hands fiddled with the tea cup that you slid over to her. “Yeah, well, we can’t all be contrarians.” She retorted back.

Her words peaked your interest, you raised an eyebrow. “Did you just call me out?”

The smirk on her lips made you fidget in your seat. “How’s it feel to be on the other end?”

You nodded approvingly. “Touché, Taylor... Touché.”

“I read that book you told me about. The Middlemarch?” Your eyebrows raised in surprise. “I liked it.”

For some reason you couldn’t help but feel skeptical. “Did you really like it?”

Taylor nodded. “Yes, I did!”

“Okay.” You accepted her words as you took a sip of your tea. “Why?”

The woman sitting across from you faltered slightly. “Why?” She repeated back to you.

Your brows furrowed. “Yeah... Why did you like it?”

For a moment you watched in amusement as Taylor looked around the café as if it would hold the answers she was searching for. “I liked the characters?”

The response came out in the form of a question and you couldn’t help but feel entertained. “You know, you don’t have to pretend around me.”

Taylor’s cheeks flushed, seemingly bothered by you not believing her. “Okay. I hated it.”

You couldn’t help the boisterous laugh that fell from your lips. “That’s better!” You exclaimed. “Tell me why.”

“It’s just so pretentious and dull. I thought my eyes would fall from their sockets if I had to read another page.” She admitted flatly, her eyes shimmering with confusion when you smiled back at her.

“That’s what I like to hear!” You said encouragingly.

Taylor let out a disbelieving laugh. “What? I just insulted your favorite book.”

You nodded enthusiastically. “I know. It’s amazing.”

“You can’t be serious.” She mumbled suspiciously.

You leaned across the table slightly. “I am, and you know why? Because you’re finally being authentic.” Silence. “Look, Taylor, you don’t have to like this book because it’s my favorite or because it would make your followers think you're intriguing if you did. Ignore what everyone else is telling you to think because none of it matters. The way I see it is, you can lie and pretend to like what everyone says you should like and be miserable OR…”

Taylor leaned forward a bit as well. “Or?”

You smiled. “Or you can be honest and say when you hate something and talk about what you love instead… and be happy.”

Taylor’s breath hitched slightly and for a moment she just stared back at you. “Show me.”

“Show you what?” you questioned curiously.

“Show me how you see the world.”

For a moment you considered her words, your heart racing in your chest. “Well let’s start with this small little coastal town.” The invitation was wordless as you stood and offered her your hand.

Her hand twitched for a moment as if she was silently debating with herself. The smile she gave you when she finally took your hand took your breath away. You rolled your eyes at the way the owners watch you walk out of the shop hand-in-hand.

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“Babe.” Taylor whined quietly.

You raised an eyebrow in surprise. Smirking when you finally processed the word. After dating for a few weeks the term of endearment was new. “Babe you say?” You teased lightly.

Her cheeks flushed red. “When I asked you to take a picture of me, I meant with my phone not on film.” She mumbled, ignoring your question.

You decided you wouldn’t comment on it.

Just like you wouldn’t comment on the way she’d develop the film herself just like you taught her. You wouldn’t comment on the way she'd smile when they developed just right. You wouldn't comment when she would say how much better the picture looked on film… And you definitely wouldn’t comment on how endearing you found every single thing she did either.

“Taylor, everything looks-”

“Better on film.” She finished with a playful eyeroll. “I know. You probably tell me that mmm… at least once a day.”

Laughing quietly, you held the camera up to your eye, so you could focus the shot. “Only once a day? I’m going to need to step it up.”

Taylor shook her head lightly, her eyes twinkling from your antics and her lips forming into the beginnings of a genuine smile. You took the shot.

That was an authentic Taylor. No peace signs and fake smiles. The real Taylor was all twinkling eyes and crooked smiles. You had never seen a more beautiful sight.

And when she wandered over to press her lips tenderly against yours, you were sure you’d never felt anything more beautiful either.

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Taylor surprised you. And you fell for her. Fast.

Four months with her and you were certain you were ruined for anyone else.

She was something your heart had never expected.

“Babe?’ you hummed distractedly. “Babe!”

You blinked rapidly, refocusing on the world around you. “Yes?”

Taylor’s laugh drifted into your ears and you smiled at the sound. “I was asking if you’ve seen my Eagles shirt?”

“It was hanging on the door.” You mumbled. “Wait. Don’t you mean my Eagles shirt?”

She pecked your lips to avoid answering. “Thanks, babe!” Taylor winked and ran over to the door, pulling the shirt over her head. “Anything on the agenda for the day?”

You began getting dressed. “I have a photoshoot where they’re giving me complete creative freedom. Then I’m meeting with my manager since I have a few more offers to shoot a couple different things.”

A soft noise of excitement fell from her lips. “Everybody wants you.” She padded across the room, her arms draping around your shoulders. “And I have you.”

The smile on both your faces made it almost impossible to kiss, but you didn’t let that stop you.

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The movement around you faded out as you looked over your camera, feeding the film into the machine serenely. You had no idea who you were shooting today, but the company who booked you was very eager to work with you and let you have complete creative freedom. Complete creative freedom meant film for you. Not digital. The thought alone excited you. “She’s here. Are you ready?”

You looked up at your assistant after you were sure your camera was ready. “Did they water the rose bush?”

“Yes. I still don’t understand why you wanted a rose bush. We’re in the middle of a desert.” Your assistant mumbled.

“Double vision in a rose bush. An illusion… Because of the dessert. The beauty is an illusion?” You explained, rolling your eyes when you saw your assistant bite back a smile. “Shut up. Where’s this person?”

A small tap on your shoulder answered your question. “Looking for me?”

When you turned around you were met with the sight of a playful smirk on familiar lips. You squinted at her teasingly, hiding the surprise of seeing your girlfriend here. “Are you following me?”

“You’re the infamous photographer that this company was telling me about?” Taylor questioned back at you, feigning confusion.

You sent her a sarcastic smile. “No. I’m just an amateur that’s here to take pictures of you. I’m so nervous to be working with you!” You said mockingly.

Taylor groaned, the act falling away almost immediately. “That was a year ago. Before we even started dating! Are you ever going to let me live that down?”

“Hmm…” You pretended to think, your finger on your chin. “Nope.” You quipped back, popping your lips on the word.

You began walking away, smiling slightly when you saw Taylor fall into step beside you. “Maybe I’m nervous to work with you.” She said softly, taking your hand in her own and pressing a light kiss to the back of it. “After all, everybody wants you.”

“What a coincidence because I will only ever want you.” Before you reached the set-up, you turned to face her, pressing your forehead lightly against hers. “Tell me about something that makes you happy.”

Her soft breath fanned over your lips and the smile she sent you made your cheeks flush. “Well... She hates the sand but loves the beach. She practically lives on the coast she’s there so often. I sometimes need to call her out on her contrarian shit, but… I’ll never find a love as pure as her.” Her words were quiet, but sincere. Authentic. “Tell me about something you love.”

“She loves to sing to songs on the radio even if she doesn’t know the words, she dances like a goof when she’ s drunk, but she claims she doesn’t when she’s sober. Hmm… She steals my clothes.” Taylor giggled, and you couldn’t help but smile. “And more importantly, she’s also stolen my heart.” You mumbled, her lips connecting with yours almost as soon as the word left your mouth.

After a moment you pulled away, noticing your assistant walk up to you both. You turned to face her. “Never mind about what I said earlier. This beauty isn’t an illusion... and she never will be.”

That's all folks! And you all thought I couldn't write happy endings. Well, anyway, I hope you all enjoyed since this is fairly different from what I usually write.

Please let me know what you think because as always, thoughts and comments are always welcome!

P.s. Should I make a general tag list?

(P.p.s. if the Gerri stealers are reading this... rude.)

[twisted-salt]

Octavinelle Trio But Make it Kingsmen

Inspired by this Tweet. Please go follow the artist. I absolutely adored the Kingsmen movies (rip the 3rd one that was kinda meh) and have always wanted to do an AU for different fandoms. So here's just a small little blurb for these 3 because I think it would be perf for them.

Characters: Azul Ashengrotto 🐙, Jade Leech 🐬, Floyd Leech 🦈

𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒏.

🐙 Galahad

✦꒷ A master martial artist, a gentleman, and a secret service agent

✦꒷ Coming from a military family, he was trained from a young age in different styles of fighting by his father and soon followed in his footsteps to provide service to his country.

✦꒷ Before this, however, his parents divorced and Azul was introduced to his soon to be step-father– a true gentleman.

✦꒷ Azul’s childhood was full of fights and scraps at school. Bullies made fun of him for being different causing the boy to lash out.

✦꒷ His step-father pulled him aside one night after being suspended for breaking another teen’s nose.

✦꒷ “A gentleman doesn’t get hooked by the words of another, rather, he should hook others by his own.”

“So you’re saying I shouldn’t fight?”

“I’m saying you shouldn’t throw the first punch. Be more cunning, boy.”

✦꒷ His step-father vowed to make a proper man of him before he graduated high school and made good on his promise.

✦꒷ Azul graduated with high marks, no more walking the line of expulsion for picking fights– rather, his bullies were expelled for starting them. Azul would finish them.

✦꒷ During his time in the military he met Floyd and Jade, and was scouted by the Lancelot and Galahad (prior to he and Floyd joining).

✦꒷ He and the Twins were as thick as thieves, despite not being able to tell Floyd about the Kingsmen training they were receiving.

✦꒷ Azul impressed the Kingsmen with his ability to quickly assess a situation and blend into any mission with ease.

✦꒷ Eventually the Galahad he had known perished in a rather nasty explosion which his mentor, Lancelot, had felt responsible for.

✦꒷ He entered the Kingsmen Secret Service as its Galahad and quickly became Arthur’s go to agent with his renowned work ethic.

✦꒷ Azul’s reflexes and stamina developed to peak performance overtime making him a very dangerous individual. Both a master of weaponry and a living one.

✦꒷ Jade eventually followed him into the Kingsmen once Merlin had released his title to the older twin and they became a rather terrifying, monstrous duo.

✦꒷ An accident occurred while on a mission with Jade and Azul’s mentor Lancelot resulting in Lancelot’s death. As the now deceased agent had requested, he and Jade are in the process of ensuring Floyd will take the mantle as Lancelot.

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🐬 Merlin

✦꒷ A master manipulator and technician, Jade Leech is the Kingsmen’s Merlin.

✦꒷ As a youngster he was more interested in science and the reactions to lifeforms around him. He spent most of high school pent up in a lab or computer room studying when he wasn’t indulging in one of his brother’s antics.

✦꒷ Jade was known as the “calmer” of the two and became relied on as his brother’s handler at times.

✦꒷ This was a misconception as the older of the twins didn’t mind fighting or talking his way out of problems easily– saving them from explosion once when Floyd broke a classmate’s leg after Jade’s own silvertongue started the initial fight in the beginning.

✦꒷ His enlistment in the military was only due to his brother’s flighty need to constantly be moving and came as a surprise

✦꒷ He was a proficient marksman throughout his service and was soon scouted by his mentor at the same time Azul was scouted by Galahad and Lancelot.

✦꒷ During this time, Jade had second thoughts as his training would have to be kept a secret from Floyd, just as Azul’s had been.

✦꒷ He gave a silent vow to slowly attempt to convince Azul that Floyd should be nominated at an opening after they entered as the Kingsmen were hesitant to enlist the less stable of the twins.

✦꒷ His apprenticeship began in secret from both Azul and Floyd as Merlins are not necessarily full fledged Kingsmen agents but rather the specialists as well as the eyes and ears of their agents.

✦꒷ He would sit with the Merlin that taught him well behind computers that could get into every database in the world after taking many rigorous exams to ensure his problem solving skills were top notch (and that he wasn’t insane).

✦꒷ Despite not needing the full skillset, Jade made Azul train hand to hand combat with him in private and would spar with his brother for “fun” (Floyd’s words, not his).

✦꒷ Upon the death of Galahad and the mantle falling on Azul’s shoulder’s, Jade’s mentor handed him the keys as the Kingsmen’s newest Merlin.

✦꒷ Currently he is training new prospects to be Kingsmen agents, one of them being his brother Floyd.

✦꒷ Convincing Arthur to allow Azul to elect his twin brother had been a challenge but as promised, Jade doesn’t go easy on him.

༻༺━━━━⁎∗.*.∗⁎━━━━༻༺

🦈 Lancelot (Candidate, he'll eventually get it)

✦꒷ A problem child but we’ll make a gentleman of him yet.

✦꒷ Floyd is in the process of becoming the Kingsmen’s newest Lancelot after finding out that Azul and his brother have been members of the agency this entire time.

✦꒷ As a young man, Floyd wasn’t interested in sitting still. His school days were only manageable by sport clubs and the occasional scrap he’d get involved with due to his mood swings.

✦꒷ Floyd was a quick learner– similar to his brother with somewhat of a photographic memory should he actually find interest in the subject he was learning about.

✦꒷ His desire to enlist in the military had been on a whim after meeting a soldier that had traveled the world.

✦꒷ Floyd was exceptional in all of basic and throughout his service. He was a force to be reckoned with but still his mood swings became worse with age.

✦꒷ He was nearly kicked out of the military only to be saved by Jade smoothing things over repeatedly.

✦꒷ After his term had been served, Floyd found himself wandering aimlessly through life from part time job to part time job.

✦꒷ The younger of the Twins was told only that his brother and Azul worked for a tailoring company– but he wasn’t so absent minded that he didn’t notice the amount of “business trips” two tailors made.

✦꒷ When the cat was finally out of the bag, Floyd was peeved and had the proposition of joining a spy agency not sounded so cool, he might have walked out of the door immediately.

✦꒷ He’s currently aced all the exams and physical tests with flying colors despite Jade throwing harder challenges at him as opposed to the other prospects.

[toutallyahoe]

Welcome To The Family ~ Mother Miranda (Resident Evil: Village)

requested by: –

pairing(s): mother miranda x male reader

warnings: mentions of operation, mentions of kidnapping (if you squint), minor obsessive behavior (mother miranda), minor spoilers

a/n: this is nothing but a random shit i guess? i honestly am writing for sirius atm but i got side track and decided to write this... thing...

is this an introduction to some short series of [name] being a lord and have an angst and fluff family shit with the four lords and mother miranda? perhaps...

i dunno, really, i have a headache atm which i cant really focus much on writing the sirius smut... so yeah... sorry

"You're almost perfect," Miranda softly said as she caressed the unconscious man's face. Her eyes soften as she looked at the [Hair color] haired man, he looked so peaceful slumbering after the surgery... if Miranda didn't know any better, she would have thought the man was dead with only the soft raising on his chest indicating that he was very much alive.

Looking at the large stitches across his chest down to his stomach, Miranda couldn't help but smile. The memory of that very day where she heard of an outsider had come into the village was still fresh on her mind. It had only been two weeks after all as she swept the outsider to see his reactions on the cadou inside him.

He was a young man. Maybe in his early twenties and was rather sweet. Rather polite to her when she interacted with him and was a bit hesitant to talk about himself but still told her about why he was in the village. He was visiting he says, wanting to look around the village when he heard it from a near town. Wanting to sightsee.

How dumb of him...

Miranda would have almost felt bad about snatching him up in the middle of his hiking near the woods of the village for her to experiment. Almost.

Unfortunately for him, Miranda was desensitized after so many times of doing such a thing. It was truly horrible and monstrous of her to take away people from their lives to experiment on how to bring back one single person. But it had to be done. Sacrifices must be made and Miranda was willing to sacrifice even the entire world just for her to bring back her daughter again.

Performing surgery on a living human wasn't that hard on doing so for decades now. Learning how the cadou reacts to a living person properly than a deceased one, but it was still difficult on this particular one since the man was rather adamant about fighting back from the anesthetics. Not to mention it was rather difficult to subdue him but she managed. She always did.

What was his name again? [Name] was it? Miranda seemed to almost forgot as she stared at his face. She didn't particularly mind on forgetting the [Hair color] haired man's last name. He wouldn't need it now after all...

Miranda shakes her head as she looked back at [Name]'s sleeping face, momentarily stopped caressing his face to brush away the [Hair color] hair away from his forehead. "Oh [Name]..." Miranda lovingly called out to the passed out man, fondly looking at how he looked so peaceful and not writhing with pain like he had done so hours ago.

A small smile formed on her lips as she thought of the cadou interacting inside [Name]'s body. Miranda remembered the cadou seemed to have an interesting reaction when it was put inside him. It was easier for the parasite to invade and change his body although it wouldn't be easy to spot by the naked eye.

If you look at [Name] closely, you wouldn't see much difference on the outside before the operation. But on the inside, the man's body, his whole being changed. It was more... interesting than her other experiments, Miranda would have been so proud if it wasn't for the imperfections.

Miranda remembered [Name] waking up in a comatose state after his kidnapping and experiment. The cadou was taking a bit of its time to be one with his body, but when he woke up, Miranda saw how amazing it was.

It reminded Miranda of one of her favored children, Karl Heisenberg, being so close to being a perfect vessel for her daughter. Just like Heisenberg, [Name] had shown promise as the parasite in him formed a more symbiotic relationship with its host. The production of the cadou to sprout tentacle like appendages that tried to protect the panicking host when Miranda tried to knock him out.

Perhaps it was only his instincts of survival acting up. But with the cadou forming such a new thing than the failed experiments she had with the people she took in the village. Where they turned to lycans, this man, [Name], turned into a much better and preferred being for Miranda.

He was a perfect vessel for her sweet Eva— almost, that is. [Name] was a good candidate for Eva but he sadly has imperfections. He wasn't enough. He wasn't good enough. It was almost saddening and quite frustrating for Miranda as this man was so close yet so far for her to achieve reincarnating and reunite with her sweet daughter again.

"You could have been perfect for sweet Eva..." Miranda tutted as she continues to caress his cheek. "Such a shame... such a shame..." She muttered as she looked at [Name]. Disappointed, the woman was, but it could not be helped. All the decades of trying to create the perfect vessel, it truly was a shame that [Name] was almost so close for it to end...

"Oh dear," Miranda sighed as she stopped her actions, the soft look in her eyes disappeared and was replaced with something much more darker as she looked at the unconscious man's form.

"It's a shame really..." She said as a small smirk formed on her lips. Looking at [Name]'s body as she retracted her hands away from him and clapped instead. "But I welcome you to the family... my [Name]..."

"I'm sure my other children would be delighted to welcome their new brother!" Miranda chuckled as she softly pats [Name]'s head, already seeing her children happy, or perhaps more accurately annoyed, to welcome another in their ranks. It would be hard for the five of them to be close, but Miranda does not care that much. She only needed them to fill the void in her being until she can revive her sweet daughter.

"You'll be a good boy for mother now... alright?" Miranda cooed at the sleeping man. "Be my sweet, perfect boy until your sister is finally here," Miranda said with a smile.