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melodrangea · 7 months

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Nicknames Soul Eaters Boys call their S/O

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Soul “Eater” Evans

sweetheart

he says this extremely sarcastically, especially during training

“C’mon sweetheart, is that all you got? I saw you lift twice as much yesterday.”

doll

often uses it in a more formal setting or when he’s trying to tease

“What’s the matter doll? Cat got your tongue?”

He’s a little menace but he’s our menace <3

babe

most common out of the three

you name DOES NOT exist to this man

no name, no nickname, nothing

“Babe can I borrow your notes. Babe where do you wanna go later? BABE”

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Black Star

n/n or another variation of you name

doesn’t really use pet names much (sorry babes)

why words words on pet names? he’s way too blunt and if he’s feeling something he’ll just say it, not waste time on fancy words or pet names

(that’s what he tells himself being fr he’s not creative enough as much as I love him)

babe

mostly used around friends (this dumbass thinks he’s being smug)

“hey babe wasn’t going out yesterday awesome? I mean since we’re so inlove and everything.”

the little shit would make your relationship EVERYONE ELSE’S problem (no one is safe 😭)

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Death the Kid

Darling

this pretentious hipster

is fairly consistent with the pet names he uses but darling is his favorite

“Darling can you please pass me that book there?”

“Are you alright darling?”

my dear

uses this one without realizing it most of the time

will be chilling in the library studying and will half-consciously call for you

“are you almost done?”

“just a few minutes more my dear, then we can go”

you chuckled, “what did you call me”

“what do you mean, what did I call you?”

love

Kid is a romantic at heart, very classy as well

he would stare into your eyes and call you love

“my love you have no clue how much I love you.”

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Crona Gorgon

honey

you would call him honey bunny as a joke and he loved it so he started calling you honey

would always have the cutest blush in his face when he said it too

“o-oh thank you honey :)” (cutie patootie 💋)

dear

would definitely take him a while to start calling this, but when he does 🤌💋

“are you alright if we stay a little longer dear? It’s been a while since we’ve seen the others”

being fr this poor soul would be TERRIFIED to call you something other than your name or a variation for A WHILE

his brains running six times the speed 🏃🏼

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Professor Stein

this sadistic mf

i pray for anyone dating this man

but we can be delulu for a few

dove

would absolutely call you dove or some other kind of bird

reminds him of how he protects you like your a delicate bird (and he likes experimenting on birds if yk what i mean 😏)

angel

TELL ME HE WOULDN’T

ngl he only calls you angel when he’s horny asf in a good mood

“hey angel, can you come here for a bit?”

NONE OF YOUR HOLES ARE SAFE RIP

honey

only time your safe if when he calls you honey

mostly calls you this when you’re having a bad day

BUT HE STILL MANAGES TO SOUND SARCASTIC ASF

this is a warning, this man will accidentally hurt your feelings 24/7

“You doing alright there honey? You want to talk about it?”

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Kilik Rung

fuck not being allowed to have favorites I LOVE THIS BITCH

only fully green flag in the show i stg (except Marie ofc)

lovebug

he will call you every single pet name he can come up with, but love bug is his favorite

neither of you know how it started but you’re not complaining

“You’re too sweet for me lovebug” <33

sweets

ya see what i did there? ofc he combines his two favorite things: you and those damn candy bars

“This class is so boring, right sweets?”

will calls you sweets often to express thanks kinda like a “thanks toots”

getting more into that

toots

he thinks he’s funny (and he is)

will say this very ironically and usually infront of friends to make everyone laugh

the only slightly annoying quality abt Kilik is his inability to take anything other than combat seriously

“hey toots, how’s it goin’?”

hon

I SWEAR THIS IS THE LAST ONE!

but you cannot tell me this man is not from New Orleans or some other adjacent

and the hon with the southern-ish accent

being so fr he will call you hon all the time and it will fluster tf out of you (he’s smug abt it, just a little 🤏

“You look nice, who are you all dressed up for hun?”

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woo hoo first post!

anyways hope y’all are doing great

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-Melodrangea <3

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theemporium · 9 months

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poly drivers (literally any idk they can all take me to Paris) reacting to a media personnel making a comment about reader… 👀👀

a mood💀thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

“My next question goes to the two fellas on the right.”

You pressed your lips together to try and bite back your smile as you watched Max subtly roll his eyes as he reached for his microphone.

It never failed to amuse you how much the boy hated media duties, even after so many years being involved with the sport. He hated it, he thought it was a waste of time, and if he could avoid it, he would.

Meanwhile, Charles sat next to him with a charming smile on his face. Despite his questionable acting skills, he was a performer in front of the cameras. He seemed to naturally know what people wanted to hear, what they wanted to hear from him. He seemed to have the media stuff under lock and key after so many years of having a camera shoved in his face.

And conferences like this one—where both your boys were in one group—were your absolute favourite to watch. Just seeing the mere difference in the men you loved never failed to entertain you.

But as quickly as your good mood came, it quickly dropped when you heard the reporter's question.

“Do you think sharing the same woman has helped your relationship on track or made it worse?”

Your stomach dipped as the room fell silent, only the clicking of cameras and scribbling of pens on notepads could be heard. You didn’t care about the other journalists gawking at you, or even the other drivers on the couch. Your eyes were firmly glued to your boys.

Charles was frowning, a look mixed with shock and disbelief written across his face. Your boy in red liked to see the best in people, expect the best in people. And you could actively see his brain trying to work around the question to see if he just misunderstood what the man had just asked.

But Max was a different story.

His face was stoic and the glare he sent the reporter was almost bone-chilling. You honestly expected him to storm off, or even throw something at the reporter—to act out in the way you knew he was constantly scolded about by the Red Bull PR team.

What you weren’t expecting was for Charles to be the first one to speak.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

The shock and surprise was clear on everybody’s face as Charles straightened up in his seat, his brows furrowed as he stared at the reporter in disgust. The man opened his mouth to speak, to probably defend himself, but Charles didn’t give him the chance.

“No, seriously, who do you think you are?” Charles continued, his accent coming out a little thicker as he spoke. “We are racers. This is our job. Our relationship has nothing to do with anything, and it’s disrespectful that you would even bring it up, let alone talk about our girlfriend like she’s an object. She’s a human, unlike whatever you are.”

You stood there, mouth agape at the words that just came out of your boyfriend’s mouth.

However, Max almost looked proud before he lifted the microphone to his lips.

“You’re a fucking dickhead, have fun completely ending your career,” he stated simply with a smug look on his face before he dropped the microphone, not even bothering to listen to the media managers as they scrambled to get him to sit back down as he walked out with Charles following.

Your cheeks burned as everyone turned to look at you, but you didn’t pay them any attention as you quickly slid out of the conference room. You barely made it three steps out the door before you felt an arm winding around your waist and tugging you towards a hard body, the smell of Charles’ cologne hitting you seconds later.

“Amour,” he murmured as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his arms wrapping tightly around you like he was scared you would disappear. “I’m sorry you had to hear that.”

“Shh, it’s not your fault,” you cooed as you wrapped your arms around him, your fingers running through the hair on the nape of his neck as his body sagged against yours. “You were quite bold in there.”

“Didn’t like the way they were talking about us,” he grumbled.

You lifted your head when you spotted Max a few steps away, the smug look still painted across his face as he reached for you, his hand placed on the small of your back.

“Personally, I think that was the best conference I have ever been a part of,” Max commented with a shrug, his smile widening a little when he saw you snort.

“Be nice,” you chastised.

“I am,” he defended. “It was hot.”

“It was,” you agreed, and Charles’ arms tightened around you.

“Let’s get him fired,” Charles said suddenly as he lifted his head to look at you both, trying to ignore the fact his cheeks were burning at your words.

“I think he did that fine on his own,” Max said.

“No, I want him fired,” Charles frowned. “I don’t want to see him near a paddock ever again.”

“Okay, calm down,” you murmured as you ran your hands up and down his back. “Let’s just get out of here and let you cool down before you do something irrational. I think you’re on an adrenaline high.”

“I don’t like people who say things about us, about you,” Charles huffed.

You smiled as you leaned up, pressing a lingering kiss against his pouting lips. “And I appreciate that very much, baby.”

“Our knight in shining armour,” Max teased, only to wince a little when you pinched his side. “Kidding, schatz, I love you both.”

“Better,” you grinned before pecking his lips too. “Let’s stop by the Red Bull motorhome before we head back to the hotel, I want more of those churros.”

Max snorted. “Whatever you want.”

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leviathans-watching · 11 months

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lucifer, mammon, diavolo apologizing after a fight

includes: lucifer, mammon, diavolo x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: 1.2k | rated t | m.list

a/n: i guess i was in the mood for some mild hurt/comfort and fluff lol. thanks for reading and my inbox is open for reqs, feedback, and just to talk so come talk with me!

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lucifer shuts the door behind him quietly, listening intently. the house is silent, but he knows you’re still awake. trying to shake himself free of his nerves, he checks over the bouquet of flowers, making sure they’re in top shape, then straightens his tie.

making his way through the house, he checks each room for you, each as dark and empty as the last. until he gets to your shared room, where the door is shut. he listens at the door, and can faintly hear music and running water. you’re likely in the bath.

pushing the door open, lucifer sees then ensuite bathroom’s door cracked and can now distinguish faint splashing. you’re definitely in there. calling out your name so he won’t startle you, lucifer waits until you allow him to enter.

“what?” you ask irritably, not meeting his eyes, and his heart skinks. he feels terrible for the earlier argument especially since it’s clear you’re still upset.

“darling, i wanted to apologize for earlier,” he says, dropping to his knees outside of the bath. you pop some bubbles, resolutley ignoring him, so he goes on. “i was being stubborn and knew even in the moment you were correct. there are no excuses for my earlier words and actions and i am truly sorry.” he offers you the flowers. “will you forgive me?”

you finally look up at him, and his gut tightens. how could he have been so cruel to you?

you take the flowers, smelling them for a long, painful moment. then you give them back and he feels like he’s been punched. until you speak.

“thank you for the apology. and for the flowers. of course i forgive you. but,” you warn, “you must never, and i mean never, lucifer, speak to me that way. do you understand?”

“yes, darling, anything,” he promises, overpowering relief crashing through him. you lift a wet hand up and pull him to you by the tie, bringing his face to yours.

“good. and i’m glad you realized i was right.” you give him a peck, lips there and gone before he can act. “now, to fully make it up to me, will you wash my hair?”

“you don’t even have to ask,” lucifer replies, already rolling up his sleeves. as he helps you wash, a finally peaceful silence falling between you, he thinks of how lucky he is to have you, something he’s aware of each and every day.

mammon jumps up when he hears the door open, rubbing his sweaty hands on his pants. you’d gone for a walk after the earlier fight and every moment without you was excruciation, especially after he’d finally admitted to himself he was in the wrong.

“hey,” he breathes as you remove your coat. you give him a look, and he knows he’s got to do better. “i’m sorry, mc,” he amends, feeling like he’s speaking too loud for the distance between you. “i seriously fucked up and i’m so, so sorry. i was angry but that was no excuse to treat you like that or speak to you that way. i’m really sorry.”

“thank you,” you finally say, breathing out a sigh. “and i’m sorry too. i overreacted.”

“no!” he says quickly. “you were only reacting to my aggression. it was my fault. and you were right. i understand if you want more space from me.”

“to be honest,” you begin. “that’s the last thing i want right now. come here and give me a hug.”

mammon moves faster than he should, almost tripping over the coffee table, and wraps you in his arms tightly. it’s only now that he realizes he’s practically trembling–man, he must have been really nervous. you hug him back, just as tight, and his eyes are only bringing because he’s got some dust in them, okay? absolutely no other reason.

after a long, long moment, you pull back from him, giving him a watery smile. “i love you,” you say, and he presses his forehead to yours, feeling your warmth.

“i love you too. i’m sorry.”

“you already said that,” you tease, and he smiles sadly.

“’m still sorry. and, to be honest, don’t want to cook. so whaddya say we go out for ramen tonight?”

“only if i get to pick where,” you say. “and if you pay.”

“well i thought that was obvious,” he huffs. your stomach growls then, and he grabs your coat, motioning for you to let him help you put it on. he grabs your hand when it’s all buttoned, wrapping his fingers around your tightly. he made the mistake of letting you go earlier and he’s not going to do anything like that now.

diavolo frets, looking over everything once again. he truly has no idea how to apologize, and though asking barbatos had crossed his mind he knew he couldn’t ask another man to help him with this. not when it concerns you.

as son of the demon kind, diavolo’s never really been wrong before. demons just kind of…listened to him, and in cases where he was really off the path barbatos and lucifer would often guide him without explicitly crossing his orders, something he knows they think he hasn’t noticed. but navigating life with you is nothing like ruling over the devildom, and in many ways, diavolo finds it much, much harder.

but he’s going to admit he was wrong and apologize! if there’s one thing he can remember from when he was very, very young, it was watching his father, the king, apologize to the queen, much as he’s doing now. the only difference is that he hasn’t officially made you ruler alongside him but that can be thought about later.

he checks his ddd for the time, and exhales nervously. he’d asked you to meet him at the spot of your first date and it was nearing the time that he’d written, and you never were one to be late. as if he imagined you, you appear, hesitant and nervous. but you’d come, and that’s enough for him.

“diavolo? what is all of this?” you look over the picnic, from the expensive chocolates to the wrapped gift and then back to him.

“i wanted to say i was sorry,” he says nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “when we argued, i wasn’t fair to you, nor did i listen. and then i reacted poorly and in a way that’s never okay. and i truly apologize.”

“you did all this to apologize?” you ask, and he nods.

“was it too much? i don’t really know what i’m doing but i know i want to make it up to you. can you forgive me?”

“of course,” you reply, and he feels like he can finally breathe. “and while this is nice, it is a little much. i really only wanted to hear you say you were sorry.”

“i’m sorry.”

“i know. thank you for saying that. and for doing all of this. and i’m sorry too,” you continue, holding up a hand before he can say you have nothing to apologize for. “i should have talked to you instead of just running away. now, let’s enjoy this wonderful picnic you’ve prepared.”

“i love you,” he says. “so much.”

“i love you,” is your simple reply, but for him, it’s more than enough.

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lessi-lover · 4 months

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can you write a 500 word blurb with "my glasses are stylish!" with alessia russo? love you, thanks! x

stylish II a.russo ~

never done a word challenge but actually really loved. so thank you the anon that requested it. love you lots too. 🫶🏻

23 ★ ~ a.russo

"-babe they look cool. i swear." the blonde tried to convince you, raising her glasses to rest on her forehead, before letting them fall over her eyes and cheekily pointing in your direction. "no you look so silly." you pleaded with the girl, chuckling as she continued to look at herself in the mirror.

she turned back at you, "you just don't appreciate my fashion sense," she teased. striking a pose, before almost toppling over herself, as you rushed to stable the clumsy striker. lifting her up off the floor, you dragged her over to the chair you were sitting on before, tugging her to sit on your lap.

"i appreciate good fashion sense, lessi!" you said, shaking your head with a smile. your arms wrapped around her waist, your chin resting on her shoulder, in an effort to coax the blonde out of her stubborn mood.

"baby, why?" she mumbled sadly, her head falling forward to hit against your chest, her much more muscular body crashing into yours. "i love you a lot lessi. but those.. "you gestured towards her glasses, "are definitely a statement." alessia giggled, her gaze meeting yours in the mirror. "a statement of style!" she corrected, looking at you over the lenses, and winking.

and if you hadn't know the english girl better, you would have said she was drunk. "oh god no. come on, baby." you groaned, placing the blondes glasses back on the display and tugging her out of the store and onto the open street.

trudging through the cold weather, you sighed as the striker frowned, a pout already beginning to tug at her lips. "lessi!" you teased with a guilty smile, softly poking at her pink cheeks.

lugging the series of shopping bags, your felt your chest heave at the weight of your expenses, the layers of clothing you had put on only making it harder to walk properly.

you watched as her scowl deepened, the striker doing her absolute best to ignore your wandering hands, though you watched as she physically struggled to keep her eyes off you.

instead the blonde busied herself with trying to let herself meet with anything other than your eyes. yourself moving your head to rest softly against her shoulder, as her hand instinctively fell to your lower back, your own arm wrapping tightly around her waist.

no matter how hard alessia would try to stop herself from falling into your trap, she couldn't ever hold back when you made any action to ask for her love.

"love, you know the girls would take the mick out of you if you wore them out." you defended, lightly poking her stomach with your elbow. you waited for your girlfriend's frown to fade and instead to be replaced by your favourite sight of her smile, but it never came.

"alessia you can't seriously be upset." you questioned, your arm falling from her waist to your side when she still didn't reply. her frown now falling deeper as you called her by her first name

."you stopped walking on the pathway, the blonde almost tripping over her own feet at the abrupt stop, as you once again steadied her. "always did have two left feet, baby." you giggled, as she glared down at you, her arms folding over her chest.

grabbing both her hands, you tugged her closer, sweetly kissing her pout away. "i'm sorry, love. i didn't mean to hurt your feelings." you spoke sincerely, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, patiently waiting for her to respond.

you pecked the corner of her lips, as your thumb traced the curve of her jaw. "forgive me?" you questioned, with a hopeful grin. "fine. but only because i love you." she admitted begrudgingly. "but you owe me morning cuddles big time!" she countered, her pinky finger lifting in the air, before you clasped it with your own.

"yes. yes. cuddles for my lessibear." you agreed, watching as her eyes lit up and her stern features softened. the blonde wrapped her arms around you and lifted you off your feet. shoving her face into your chest, her fingers starting to lightly graze your exposed skin.

you stayed in that position for a moment, the two of you standing in the middle of the street, yourself meeting a few confused glances over the strikers shoulder.

you felt your cheeks heat up, the tips of your ears burning from the attention you were receiving from your girlfriend. which wasn't actually uncommon but with the way your body was wrapped around her, you certainly felt conscious that this would make it to the media in series of a few hours. "okay less. can't breath." you choked out, the girl doing her best to squeeze all the air out of you.

"uh, huh. five more minutes. then my cuddles at home." she whispered, unbothered by the fact that you were having difficulty trying to let air enter and leave your lungs, as she continued to smooth down your hair.

"alright down girl." you ordered, patting her behind in warning. the blonde surrended, gently lifting you back to the safety of the ground, before sweetly kissing your cheek. you breathed out a contended sigh, shoulders dropping in relief. the girl now tangled your fingers together, swinging your arms back and fourth as you ventured further down the street.

"you're blushing. aren't you?" the arsenal striker giggled, her finger poking at your rosy cheeks. "no m'not." you defended, trying to cover your blatant adoration with your hands. "yes you are!" she teased, trying to tear your hands away from your face.

"i'm not blushing! it's from the cold!" you claimed, raising your hands to pretend to warm your layered skin. well you weren't entirely lying.

the blonde had now torn your hands away, bringing them to rest at her own sides, as she stared down lovingly at you. "stop it!" you groaned, frantically trying to wave around your restricted arms. "stop what?" she questioned, with a sly grin on her face.

"stop making me blush." you mumbled lowly. "stop what?" she repeated, her grip faltering as she lifted her hand to her ear. you scowled, a hand reaching upwards to push the teasing girl away. "it's cute baby. i love it when you blush." she said finally, kissing your neck affectionately.

"don't get too full of yourself." you glared, resting your head on her shoulder as she bent down to reach your height. "it means you've fallen for my charm." she smirked, her fingers digging into the side of your hip.

"something like that."

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vodika-vibes · 9 days

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What about an enemies to lovers with Fox. Maybe Reader stumbles upon him, bruised and injured after Palpatine lets off his frustrations. Fix is embarrassed and doesn't want Reader to see, but instead, Reader treats him with absolute dignity and sweetness as they tend to his wounds, and for the first time ever, they have a real conversation.

Thank you. Love oo

Waiting On A Miracle

Summary: Commander Fox has a list of people he never wants to see him when he’s injured, the youngest aid to Senator Amidala is probably at the top of that list. So when he’s struggling after a particularly brutal session with Palpatine, the last thing he wants to see is her. Unfortunately, she’s the only one there.

Pairing: Pre Commander Fox x F!Reader

Word Count: 1436

Warnings: Torture, though nothing detailed

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: So I didn't follow the prompt exactly, it's less enemies to lovers and more Fox hates her and she doesn't hate him, lol.

White hot pain lances through Fox’s body, and he releases a quiet oath in mando’a as he slumps against the wall, his badly injured arm wrapping securely around his equally as injured ribs.

Palpatine was in a mood today. And he suffered the consequences of it.

All he has to do it get to the lift that the clones are allowed to use.

That’s it.

As soon as he’s on the lift, he can get to Vacc and his brother will put him back together.

Unfortunately the lift is on the other side of the floor that he’s on, and it feels like it might as well be in the Outer Rim.

The good thing, the only good thing, is that it’s late enough that he doesn’t have to worry about anyone stumbling over him when he’s this injured. It would be a disaster if Wolffe or, force forbid, Cody found him in this condition.

The pain fades long enough that Fox feels like he’s able to walk at least a little bit, and he straightens up from the wall. Only for the pain to slam back into him with a vengeance.

This time his curse of pain is much louder.

Behind his helmet, Fox grinds his teeth to try and push through the pain. But it’s not working.

Kriff Palpatine and his kriffing lighting, seriously.

Fox is so distracted by his pain, that he doesn’t notice her right away. Not until he hears a quiet, and deeply concerned, “Commander?”

Fox lifts his head, and his heart sinks.

There are three people that he absolutely never wanted to see him in this condition: Wolffe, Cody, and her.

She is Senator Amidala’s youngest Aide, a recent graduate from the Law School of Theeds, and an even more recent transplant from Naboo. According to his brothers, she goes out of her way to learn about the Clones, to learn their paint and their names and them.

And he thinks he hates her.

No one goes out of their way to learn about the clones unless they want to use them. No one at the Senate is that good.

“Commander!” She steps closer to him, “You’re hurt!”

Fox pushes away from the wall and drops his arm from around his ribs, “I’m fine.”

“You’re clearly not.” She argues, “You can barely stand up straight!”

“It’s not your concern.” He bites out, “Excuse me.” Fox tries to push passed her, only to stagger when the pain slams into him. She catches him as he staggers, surprisingly strong for all that she has the same build as Senator Amidala.

“Let me help you Commander,” She says, “My office isn’t far.”

Fox is silent for a moment, and then he sighs, “Fine.”

Her office really isn’t far, only several doors down, and she carefully guides him onto the couch that fills a good portion of her office. There’s a blanket and pillow on the couch.

“Were you sleeping here?” Fox asks, groaning as she lowers him onto the ridiculous looking fleece blanket.

“I had some stuff I was looking up-” She explains as she hurries to her desk and pulls a massive first aid kit from inside her desk, “It’s not important, really. Um...can you take off your armor?”

Fox stares at her silently for long enough that she shifts, nervously.

“Please?”

“...not without help.” Fox finally admits.

“Okay. Tell me what to do.” She replies as she sets the first aid kit on a side table and walks over to him.

Slowly, Fox walks her through popping the seals on his armor and removing the pieces, and he watches as she carefully sets each piece on the floor next to her. It’s surprisingly intimate, and he can’t help but wonder if it’s because she’s a woman, or if it would be just as intimate if it was any other natborn helping him.

“Okay,” She says to herself as she sets the last piece of his chest armor on the floor, and then casts her gaze over him, “And your shirt?”

Fox makes a face, but uses his good arm to unfasten it at the collar, “Gonna need your help with this too. And it’s going to hurt.” He hisses.

“I’ll be as gentle as I can.” She promises as she carefully started removing the top of his blacks. But, in spite of her care, Fox still releases a deep groan of pain as she peels his shirt off.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” She whispers as she tosses the thick material of his shirt to the side, “It’s over, it’s off.”

And then she gets a proper look at his injuries and her face falls. Bruises and lacerations cover his torso, and his left arm is covered in deep electrical burns.

“Who did this to you?” She asks.

“Doesn’t matter.” Fox replies.

“It absolutely-” She stops mid-sentence and takes a deep breath, before she turns to the medkit and opens it, fishing around for something, before she turns back to him with some supplies in her hands, “You don’t deserve to be treated like this, commander.” She finally says.

Fox scoffs, but doesn’t say anything one way or the other.

She stands and carefully steps closer to him to tilt his head back so she can start treating the injuries on his face.

Her hands are gentle against his face, and she’s so warm. Somehow Fox wasn’t expecting that, though he’s not sure why.

“Didn’t know you cared about clones.” He says after a long silence.

“You’re still men.”

“Not legally.”

“Kriff legally.” She turns his head to the side slightly, her gaze solemn as she looks at the electric burn on his cheek, “I’m sorry, these are going to scar.”

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not. It’s not fine and I don’t know why you keep saying it is.” She applies some ointment to the burn on his face, and the burning pain fades slightly, “You have so many brothers, why haven’t they done something?”

Fox’s smile is bitter, “We went out drinking the other day,” She glances at him, slightly bemused by the non-sequitur, “We decided to play a drinking game called would you rather.”

“Sounds familiar. Go on,”

“One of the questions was, would you rather save Fox or Ponds. Not a single one of my brothers chose me.”

Her fingers pause against his cheek, and then she continues moving, “That’s...that’s unfortunate.” She finally says, “Maybe they didn’t mean it how it sounded?”

“They did.”

She’s quiet for a moment, “I’m sorry. You deserve better.”

“Yeah, well...if life was about what you deserved, we wouldn’t be in this situation, would we?” Fox leans back against the couch, “If my brothers knew, had proof, that we were being mistreated, of course they’d do something. But, well, it’s just me.”

She’s very quiet for a moment, “Just you is still too many people being hurt, Fox.”

He watches her for a moment, “I misjudged you. You’re a good person.”

Her smile is wry, “No. I’m kind, but I’m not very good I’m afraid.”

“You care about me.”

“The bar is on the ground there.”

“You’d be stunned at how many people are more than happy to start digging.”

She drops the supplies she was using on the table, to grab something different, but instead she turns and presses her hands against his cheeks, “If I could get away with it, I’d steal you and your brothers from here.”

“All 2 million of us?” Fox asks, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Well, maybe the 600 or so of you in the Guard at least.”

“Where would we go?”

“Outer Rim? Maybe further? Somewhere where no one will ever hurt you again.”

This is nice, Fox decides. Even if it is pointless fantasizing. “And then what?”

“Dress you all up as Mandos, and make our own society. Rescue slaves. Overthrow the Hutts-”

“Sounds nice. Shame it would take a miracle to actually pull off.”

For a moment, Fox thinks he sees something sliding though her pretty eyes, though it’s gone as quickly as it appears as she tilts his head to the side and starts treating the wounds on his neck. “Lets finish getting you patched up,” She murmurs, “And then you can get back to your brothers in the guard, hm?”

Three months later, under the noses of the Supreme Chancellor, The Senate, and the Jedi...all 600 men from the Coruscant Guard vanish overnight, along with with junior aide from Naboo and a ship big enough for all of them.

Turns out, Fox’s little lawyer is quite good at performing miracles.

#star wars #tcw #commander fox x reader #fox x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic #answered asks

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neonovember · 2 years

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Loved loved loved the steve headcanon. If you’re in the mood, I would an expansion on the “steve is the type of man to never let you go to bed angry, even if you’ve both had a fight and he end up on the coach” because I absolutely agreed and I especially enjoyed reading that! Thank you for sharing this husband!Steve HC.

oh yes most definitely! His mind wouldn't rest until he knows you're at peace. Ask and you shall receive (i must say I did get quite carried away). I wrote this at 1 am so be aware of spelling :)

The Steve headcanon

My soul cannot sleep without you

The rumble of the car engine comes to a stop as Steve pulls into the garage of your shared home, the living room light is still on and if you weren't already irritated, you'd mentally smack yourself for being so forgetful. Bills weren't cheap, even on an avenger's salary.

Collecting the ends of your dress you shoulder your way through the car door, slamming it with an oomf for good measure. Steve, of course, shuts his door gently, and it leaves you even more annoyed with him.

Why is he not angry?

You don't dare look behind you as Steve begins to jog towards you, you fear the confusion that has been plastered on his face for the last 20 minutes would make you explode.

You're about to open the door until you remember, he has the keys, Steve is already one step ahead of you, fingers brushing past your elbow as he twists the golden metal into the door nob. You can feel his stare burning into the side of your face but you will yourself not to look his way, to see that look on his face that would have you conceding.

The smell of peppercorn and maple engulfs your senses as you enter your hallway, the soft air of familiarity fails to calm your tense shoulders however, as you pass the framed pictures of you and Steve over the years without so much as a glance.

Reaching your kitchen you notice the bouquet of orchids Steve had bought you earlier today left on the counter, in the rush to get to the compound's charity ball on time you had forgotten to find them a vase.

What flowers would she like?

You search through the kitchen cabinets before you grasp the clear glass, shufflingly through appliances and setting it on the granite counter. You unwrap the orchids, cutting the stems down to fit into the glass vase and filling them generously with water. Steve looks at you incredulously, arms folded as his eyes follow your movements.

"Are you going to say something?" Steve says, his melodic voice travelling through the house, bouncing off the glass vase yet failing to penetrate you.

You begin to clean the stems and spilt water from the counter, ignoring Steve’s attempt at conversation. Did he seriously not realise the brunette practically hanging onto his every word?

Steves's hand grasp your own, stopping you from wiping down the rest of the kitchen, he lifts your chin but your eyes remain downcast, fiddling with the string of the washcloth.

"Can you at least look at me?" Steve says, scanning your face that remained emotionless. His fingers glide across your arms to rest on your cheeks, and the feeling of his hands on you, after she'd touched them has you ripping them off of you. Scoffing, you throw the washcloth into the sink, before turning towards Steve.

"I don't understand, why are you upset? Did I do something?" Steve furrows his brows, his hands gripping his pants as if he's stopping himself from reaching for you.

You scoff at that, "You can't be serious Steve, you are one of the smartest people I know and you can't notice something happening right in front of you?"

He shakes his head, eyes squeezing as he opens them, you notice him scanning over the events prior, but it comes up empty and it has Steve looking more confused than before.

“What's her name, huh Steve? At least tell me her name” You whisper, arms folded as the shimmers of the dress begin to irritate you.

“What? Who?” Steve replies, stepping closer to you

“Who? The brunette who was hanging off of you the entire night Steven” You groan, you hated facing your insecurities, much less voicing them.

There is a momentary pause in Steve as his mind backtracks to the evening, sifting through the hundreds of faces he’d seen tonight, he finally realises who you're talking about.

Tony’s accountant

“Marianna?” Steve scoffs

“Yes, Marianna” You spit her name like poison, but you can’t seem to get her face out of your mind, she’s taken homage next to the laundry you hadn't gotten the time to do. The way her pantsuit fitted her elegantly, sophisticated and modern, she was the woman of the future. And you were just, well, you.

She could pull off a red lip, something that never quite looked good on you, and the very way she spoke told you she said very few words that didn't ilicitate constant adoration. She didn't need to fill the space with empty jargon, every word had meaning.

The constant comparison had followed you the entire evening, and the past insecurities that you had thought you'd overcome seemed to weigh you down like an anchor, pulling you into the deprecation you knew all too well.

It was fine, you’d get over it until she began to talk to Steve, your husband. you didn't miss the look on her face as they conversed, utter, pure amazement. You knew it because you wore it every day, Steve had a way with people, it's what attracted you to him in the first place.

You felt out of place as they spoke about diplomacy and business, and at that moment you had wished you actually listened when Tony pulled you into one of the many long rants you'd gotten used to.

She wasn't even mean to you as if the playground tactics were beneath her, but it didn't take her calling you a bitch to know the animosity that radiated from her every time Steve had tried to pull you into their conversation. You knew where you weren't wanted and you weren't about to make a fool of yourself. So you left them to it as you sat next to Natasha, who offered you a much-needed drink.

She had noticed your annoyance at Marianna the second she came over, as she always did, and for a second, you wish Steve would too. He was too pure too good, to take notice of the way Marianna got closer and closer to him or the way she bit her lip and laughed a little too hard at one of his lame jokes. The poor man thought she was being friendly, he was oblivious to her true motives.

Natasha held her grin behind an empty champagne glass, snickering when Marianna threw her head back for good measure. You had vented to her there, and she reminded you of the man Steve was. How he was absolutely enamoured by you and you only, how you had him wrapped around your finger so tight he wouldn't even think about looking at another woman that way. It was all things you knew deep down, but that didn't stop your brain from imagining the worst, that he was deep in an affair with his co-worker, and you were the dumb clueless wife who waited for him at home.

You wouldn't let that happen again, not after all those years of betrayal from an ex, you wouldn't let yourself be made a fool. Pride had a way of getting in between reality, and you let it stew you in anger until you were mad at Steve instead of her.

Steve shakes his head, moving closer to you,

“She's just Tony’s accountant, we chatted for a few, that's all doll” Steve replied, carding a hand through his blonde locks. Reasoning, however, doesn't seem to be on your mind tonight as you remember all the lies you've been told starting with she.

She’s just a friend, she’s just an assistant, she’s just...

“Well, she seemed to have taken your attention for the whole night, while I was left drinking champagne of all fucking things with Natasha. She was meant to go find her date for that night, but instead, she was with me” You replied looking towards him in anger.

“Well, I tried to include you in the conversation, but every time I asked for your opinion your mind seemed as if it was a thousand miles away!” Steve replied swiftly hands gesturing around.

“Yeah, because she was laughing every single goddamn time I opened my mouth, god Steve, can't you see what she’s doing?” You replied even faster, swallowing down the brick that began to form in your throat.

“What, what is she doing, I thought I was having a conversation with a colleague, but you seem to know better” Steve quipped, his jaw tensing and his shoulders seized.

“She wants you, and you’re either too blind to see it or already fucking know it” You replied, muttering under your breath.

Steve scoffs, shaking his head, eyes scanning your face as he remains silent.

“Is your silence meant to mean I was right?” You yell, tears beginning to gather on your waterline and you have to pinch yourself to get force them to remain there.

Steve’s eyes never leave your face, the cerulean orbs darting left and right, and up and down as if trying to understand your benevolence. His arm twitches as if he wants to gather you into his embrace and forget this entire evening.

“How can you say that” Steve replies, after a short while, “I was courteous, polite for god's sake, you know I would never do that to you” Steve moves until his hands grasp your own. They’re warm to the touch like he always is, and they begin to soothe the coldness that has begun to take over your body.

It doesn't help though, instead, it reminds you of the times you've been told that your insecurities were imaginary, that the unfaithfulness in your relationship wasn't real. That you, instead were harbouring a secret, the anger you felt then turned to guilt at your own self for even accusing him of cheating. If you were told enough times that your reality wasn't yours, you’d start to believe it.

“Yeah well, the only person I can ever trust is myself” You whisper, spitting the words out and unlatching yourself from Steve's grasp. Steve looks down at you in shock, betrayal and hurt falling over his features, whilst yours turn to stone.

He closes his eyes before opening them again, nodding as if he accepted your anger.

“Fine, I’m taking the couch,” Steve scoffs, ripping off his tie and placing it on the counter, before walking into the living room the loud stomp of his shoes vibrating through the quiet house.

You turn to the discarded tie, grasping it into your palm, the texture of the material felt velvet against your fingers. It was a plain tie, one you'd find anywhere, but it was the first tie you'd ever gotten him. You'd gifted him many over the years, all of them more expensive and chic than this one but he'd told you you'd have to pry it out of his cold dead hands before he would give it up.

It was his lucky tie because you were his lucky girl.

Where you still now?

The satin pillow dampened with your tears, you hadn't waited to even close the door before you were muffling a sob that broke out of your throat. Since then, the tears never ceased, you had to shove your face into the covers to make sure Steve wouldn't hear you.

Sleep was fruitless, you had tried everything, but you lay there, like clothes on a washing line, wrung out and left to dry. Your mind wouldn't let the image leave, her fingers grabbing his bicep as she laughed, the way he grinned as his humour got praised.

Was that it, had she given him more attention? More than you?

A billion reasons clamoured your mind as you pushed your fingertips to your eyelids, wishing that you hadn't even gone to the charity ball at all, save the humiliation just for your mind only.

Deep down you knew, you knew that this was all the insecurities of your past coming forth from their hiding places. Steve was the best person in your entire life, he would never, his stupidly good heart wouldn't allow it. But that was just it, he was too kind and nice and good that people like Marianna were able to sink their claws and have their way with him however they wanted.

He thought they were being friendly, but they knew they weren't.

Hours seem to pass before you find the room illuminated with the light of your phone in your palm, your chest feels tight and uncomfortable and you don't know how much more of this you could take.

Tapping onto the folder named “him”, you are met with hundreds of photos of you and Steve throughout the years, starting from the very few dates you had before he claimed you as his, till the wedding night when you both had stayed up to take out the millions of pins in your intricate hair.

In all of them, every single one, Steve displays the same adored, content look of utter satisfaction and love, his eyes sparkled with it, like the sun glittering against the gentle waves and folds of the sea. An endless pool of longing that seemed to have depth only for you, to crash and fight and turn inside and out for you.

Your relationship was never easy, but Steve has always, always been the anchor that brought you back, he never gave up, even when you pushed him away and left him in the dark. Even when the fear of loss and hurt caused you to scream things you didn't mean and do things you shouldn’t have.

You flick across to a photo of Steve looking towards you, a soft grin lighting up his face as you held Clint’s newborn, you were cuddled up on a seat, your knees tucked into you as you were sucked into the guilty pleasure of red fat cheeks and baby fever.

Sam had captured it without Steve looking, sending it to you a couple of days ago with the words ‘Someone wants to be a daddy’. You’d laughed it off but each day you'd come back to that picture. Back to the moment when Steve looked like he had never loved something harder than you, as if it was his first time ever really feeling it.

He loves you, you know? I knew it the day he met you, he has this look on his face, where his eyes get all glazed over and his fingers are reaching for you. It’s like he can’t breathe until he can hold you, like his body will break in two and his heart will stop.

Natasha had told you that one night on the terrace unprovoked, with a beer in her hand and the moonlight falling over the both of you. She had been there from the start, had found you when you were still a shell of a person, back then you didn't even know what love was. You fear if it wasn't for her you and Steve wouldn't have ever met.

“Steve would never do that”

The sounds of her voice those hours ago ring in your head. It was true, your entire time with Steve told you but what thing, he was not your ex. He was kind, and soft and held you like you were glass and he'd crush you. And then suddenly, as if a switch had been turned in your mind, the light of a dark place turning on you realise how utter fucking foolish you had been.

Steve’s faith in you never faltered, even when it should have he never felt a reason to distrust you, it was foreign, it felt strange to have someone utterly and fully hand their trust and soul to you. And what had you given him in return? Accusations and anger.

Did he think now, that you did not trust him? That he had failed to show you how you should be loved? How he would never hurt you?

Those men from your past would never amount to Steve, and suddenly you felt you would die right in this room if you didn’t move. If you tell Steve he was enough and that you believed him and that the vows he uttered held true. Every hair on your body itched with this need until the covers were thrown across from your body and your phone was discarded on the bed.

You swung open the door, the cold hair hitting your face and you stumbled through the dark, you run down the hardwood stairs, the haunting reality of your actions following you, you had been so so foolish.

Steve is there, his frantic motions walking towards the bedroom freeze as he notices you. His shirt is crumpled and unbuttoned, and his golden hair is ruffled, the strands falling over his face as if he's run his fingers through it too many times.

A look of desperation and longing paint his features as he watched you, hands shaking at his sides as he sinks his canines into his reddend lip. You wanted nothing but to hold him now, and the thought bring you to tears, blurring your vision until you miss a step, your heart dropping into your stomach as you brace yourself, waiting to meet the cold hard ground of the kitchen floor.

It never comes, instead, heated, carded muscle wraps around you, and you the smell of Steve, of earth and pine cones has you crying into his shoulder.

He came to you, even when you had screamed at him to leave,

He came to you.

Fresh tears slide down your cheek and you grip Steve, whose fingers softly rub your back, hands tightening around your waist.

“M’ sorry, so sorry Steve, please” You hiccup, covering your face into his shoulder.

“Ssh, my sweet girl, I know” Steve whispers, never seizing his gentle caress. His hands lift your face from his neck, thumb gathering the tears at your waterline. “I know, it’s okay, it’s okay, just breathe for me, hm?

“In and out, can you do that for me?” Steve breathes out, eyes straining as he watches your shallow breaths ease into semi-normal respiration.

Without a word, Steve collects you in his arms and walks through the house until he enters the bedroom, shutting the door with his foot, eyes never leaving your face as he gently places you onto the now cold bedsheets.

You shudder, reaching for him as he slides in, arms wrap around your sides as he continues his light motions on your back, his fingers come to move your hair behind your ear, pressing a soft kiss to your neck.

You turn around swiftly, hands reaching to cup his face before you’re met with his reddened eyes, it's your turn now to brush away the tears before pressing your lips to his,

‘I should never have, Stevie, you, I-, you would never” You whisper against him his chest, the soft rise and fall lulling you into a state of haze and exhaustion. He presses his forehead to yours

“I just want to hold you now, god, I don't know what I will do if I don’t hold you” Steve replies muttering the words painfully. You wrap your arms around him, pressing yourself into his stomach as his biceps surround you. The sound of Steve's heartbeat, the rhythmic badum badum badum, engulfs you with a sense of tranquillity you hadn’t realised you couldn’t live without.

Steve, your sweet boy, was the one thing you couldn’t live without, without Steve, next to you, holding you between his arms, you don't think you would ever quite find sleep. Not anymore, not after him.

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wannaeatramyeon · 10 months

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Hello amazing author. So you're an absolutely amazing writer and I really enjoy reading your fics. I honestly don't get how good you are at writing, I am so jealous. So I was wondering if you have thought of a fic where Taehoon/Jake and the reader insert were in a relationship, so they went on a date and the whole Viral hit crew/big deal decided to watch because they idk were bored? I think it would be a cute little scenario. I love the way you write Jake and Taehoon (you're also the reason I am now a Vin Jin simp). Take care of yourself and have a good day/night/evening <3

Hi Anon, why the hell are you so sweet. Come here and let me smoosh your cheeks. Thank you for reading?! I can never get over that there are people that e n j o y ??? reading my bs.I haven't written about that sunglasses shitter in a hot second, maybe I need to cook something up for him.

I did something similar-ish (but not really) Jake and Reader here. Here's something for Taehoon.

Seong Taehoon x Reader: Coffee date (feat Hobin)

G/N Reader. Fluffy.

Crap.

How is Seoul such a small place? A city of nearly 10 million people and Hobin sees goddamn Taehoon and you here.

Obviously on a coffee date, if the way Taehoon is looking at you is anything to go by. Hobin can't really make out your face, but he's still pretty certain you are wearing the same smitten expression.

Huh.

It's surprising how Taehoon hasn't noticed him yet. Someone so shrewd and perceptive, nothing getting past him. Yet it's like when you're around, his attention is fully focused on you.

Hobin peeks over again at Taehoon.

Entire body leaning towards you, knees knocking together with yours under the table and your hand on his leg as you are gesticulating about something else with your other.

One side of his lips lifted in a trademark smirk and his half-lidded gaze peers at you beneath his lashes. Even from across the room, Hobin can make out that his eyes are unfathomably tender.

Ugh. Quite honestly it gives Hobin the creeps.

This is Seong Taehoon he's looking at here. How can Seong Taehoon ever look at someone like that. Wasn't it only yesterday he called Hobin cringe for talking about Bomi all the time?

Hypocrite.

Frankly, Hobin can never get over how soft Taehoon is for you. In his own way, of course. And this: catching a glimpse of you two, of Taehoon when he doesn't think anyone he knows is around, feels like Hobin's intruding on a private, intimate moment.

Which he is. But that's besides the point.

Seriously though, what is your magic touch and how can Hobin get in on some of that.

Taehoon lets you get away with so much. The way you poke and prod at him with your words, and sometimes even with your hands and fingers, present company and public decency be damned.

Taehoon has kicked people in the face for far less. Has kicked Hobin in the face for far less.

It's a rough lesson learned for the company the first time they mistook Taehoon's soft spot for you for his attitude softening in general. Snapper said one word a bit too overconfident and nearly got kicked through a wall.

That reminds Hobin. He needs to get that wall patched up soon.

Bzzt!

Taehoon's phone vibrates, breaking him out of his reverie, eyes darting to it and then - shit.

Snapping straight to Hobin's face.

Hobin flinches. Feels his soul departing as he whips his head away. Maybe Taehoon didn't recognise him. Maybe Taehoon didn't even see him.

The only way Taehoon couldn't have seen him is if Taehoon was blind or Hobin was invisible.

He has been caught red-handed staring.

Taehoon's good mood from moments ago is replaced instantly by prickly annoyance. Damn it, the last thing he wants to see is Hobin's stupid ugly face here.

Who, by the way, is doing an absolutely terrible job of hiding; judging by the way he ducks under the table.

Taehoon excuses himself. Long legs making short work of his strides over to Hobin's table. Yanking the aforementioned up by the hair until they're staring eye to eye.

"Morning Taehoon-hyung!" Hobin manages, mustering up some courage and charm.

Hyung? How fucking transparent. It makes Taehoon want to beat him up more.

"Why the fuck are you here?"

What was that Hobin was saying about your magic touch with Taehoon?

Maybe... Maybe this would work.

Hobin tries for a sweet smile, eyes big and round and pleading.

A smile he has seen on your face before. Right when Taehoon is on the precipice of exasperation and anger. The same smile that would placate him, pulling him from the edge as his temper diminishes and he settles for an eye roll instead.

Unfortunately, it's a very grotesque imitation of your own that makes Taehoon want to kick Hobin's face more than ever.

Hobin's eyes flicker to Taehoon's leg twitching.

Oops. Nevermind then.

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heybaetae · 6 months

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alright, his letter really got me.

if i can get kinda personal really quick—which i usually avoid doing too much—i promise it’s warranted if you feel like reading to the end of this post in which i’m about to share some things about a deeply painful experience i went through this year and am still enduring the weight of. if you follow me closely enough, you probably know what i’m referring to…

before i do though, i want to mention how truly mind blowing it is that someone who already means a lot to you can somehow keep becoming more and more important as time goes on without even doing much, really, just by being there. since the start of the year, i have not been in the best mental state. i suffer from anxiety and depression which causes me to have a really tough time sleeping and it’s only gotten worse over the months.

i cannot stress enough how many times jungkook lifted my spirit and my mood on some of my worst days/nights since he started doing his frequent weverse lives. it sounds bleak to say because it is, but he was one of the only constant sources of light in my life this year. i can’t tell you how many times it felt like whenever i was feeling my lowest or was riddled with dread about something, i’d suddenly get a notif that he was live. like he’d just pop up when i’d need a distraction the most. even if it was a temporary relief, it would often help take my mind off of things and sometimes it was the only time i’d smile or laugh in an entire week. he was already such a comforting person to me, but it was only amplified every time he went live seeking the same feeling and i quickly found a lot of solace in the thought that we both seeked a familiar warmth for a while. i think a lot of people felt the same. i was seriously getting though the first half of the year thanks to the music the members were releasing and jk’s lives. that’s it. not much else was driving me forward.

then june 11th happened. that morning, i was woken up by my mom telling me my older sister was unresponsive in the hospital. i won’t go into specifics of what happened, but i ended up spending the whole day at home alone while the rest of my family rushed to the hospital. i couldn’t go with them. i knew i wasn’t going to be able to handle it and that made me feel absolutely riddled with guilt. instead, i spent hours in bed just waiting for text updates of what was going on, but they were few and far between. all i’d been told was that they were going to turn her life support off at some point in the day and i hadn’t heard anything after that for a few hours, so i didn’t know if it had happened yet or not for what felt like ages. i felt totally in the dark.

so i was laying there feeling numb, not doing anything but trying to reconcile with losing a sibling so soon and staring at my phone, willing news to come through but also praying it would stay silent. in my denial, silence meant what was happening wasn’t actually happening.

then that 🌟 JK live notif came through out of no where and i felt my heart literally stutter because there was just no fucking way. this was the first time i’d ever gotten that notif at that hour in my timezone. he rarely did morning lives, what on earth could he be doing? why now? why why why?

absolutely nothing in that moment was more important than my sister and what my family was experiencing, but there was literally nothing that i or anyone could do. i was helpless and unable to process the million thoughts and questions running through my head. in my desperate need for that familiar comfort, that distraction, i eagerly clicked the notif and was faced with those big, ridiculous brown eyes blinking at me sideways over the top of a blanket in his bed too. “you can’t be serious,” i said to my screen out loud and then i fucking laughed. incredulously, in disbelief, in amusement, in horror, in grief, in happiness, all of the above.

“how did you know?” i wanted to sob, but all i could do was keep laying there, practically comatose (for lack of a better word), as i watched who had steadily become what felt like my closest and dearest friend across the ocean tell me he wanted company falling asleep. it almost felt like a sick joke the universe was playing on me. like hey, you need a distraction from something really bad happening and it’s not gonna change a thing and it’s parasocial as fuck, but it’s literally the only thing that’s been working so far up until this point aka the lowest point. so here he is, the booooy.

anyway, he fell asleep. i finally rested my eyes. my thoughts calmed down for a brief while. frankly, at the risk of sounding insane, i felt like i was being looked after. supported? no, he had no clue. he was in dreamland and his arm was twitching. he hadn’t even said much after the first few minutes and once he passed out, all that mattered until it would inevitably be cut off was the fact that he was just… there.

my sister passed away not too long after the live was turned off. i wasn’t told until a couple hours later, but the fact is this: in the hour leading up to it, i was successfully distracted and i was comforted. of course, it didn’t last long but it had helped me in the moment i most needed it (again, but x10000) and i am forever in jungkook’s debt for those last few moments of solitude before my entire year was flipped on a permanent axis that day. i’m with one less sister and the grief has been insurmountable.

so i just wanna say if it’s seemed like i’ve been leaning a bit more on jungkook than usual this year, this is why. he’s just been an angel for me, quite literally. it’s also why i refuse to entertain any messages i receive slandering him for whatever reason or accusing me of favoring him over anyone else lately when that’s just not the case. i’m just trying to get by. i’m channeling my grief into my content, my creations, and in doing so, i am channeling my love and appreciation into what is getting me through it the most. so it’s a waste of time to twist it into something it isn’t and i’ll only ever give you a pity laugh and move on. none of the kpop industry jargon that people get mad about these days matters to me at all and life is too short to waste being angry about shit you can’t control. you don’t know what people are going through and you don’t know what someone means to someone else or why. so put your energy towards things that make you happy instead. you’ll feel better. i never owed an explanation, but there it is if you’ve been looking for one.

to wrap this up, i didn’t think i’d ever write any of this down and i could probably write essays just as long as this one for all the other members and what they did for me this year too. it’s going to be incredibly hard to see them go. my ult bias for-fucking-ever, my taehyung, i simply do not know how i’m going to get through my days without him. i just can’t picture or fathom it and i don’t fucking want to. he’s my favorite person in the world. i will be so empty with him gone. there are no words for how painful it’ll be so i’m not even gonna try to find them. my sweet jimin who also brings so much comfort and hilarity into my life, i simply cannot stomach the thought of him going away. my dear namjoon who i swear to god yanks my ass back up above water when i feel like i’m drowning in my feelings and inspires me to be better, what the hell am i gonna do? i’m already spiraling without yoongi’s tranquility. and of course, jungkook, who you now know has just been an incredibly special presence in my life this year. someone i’ve learned so much from, laughed with, cried with, eaten with, rested with, who showed up for me over and over and over and has no idea the impact he had, how grateful i am. i’ll never be able to thank him. thank you thank you thank you for being there for me. thank you all the members for fucking being there for me literally all the time.

this sucks! this sucks but i’m gonna power through it with the rest of you. i’m gonna try.

#tw death #turning reblogs off bc it’s just too personal to let circulate #but thank you for reading it you did

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rashomonss · 1 year

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Can I ask for 10B with extra angst? :3

Ps: I love humans wrath and how you write angst 💚

next on the requests lists!

a/n: aww thank you so much! I’m so glad you’re enjoying a human's wrath! and you’re seriously too sweet it’s so nice that you like the way i write angst ilysm (๑-﹏-๑) this was fun to write tbh.

I love writing mammon angst for some reason, anyway let’s get into it! hope you enjoy, (also sidenote this went in a bit of a yandere direction towards the end)

with love, rashomonss ♡

you’re mine sweetheart

Property

✧˖° ft. mammon

✧˖° “you don’t own me”

A pretty face.

That was one of his favorite features about you. He loved many things about you whether it be your eyes, your hands, your hair, your personality, your smile, the face you made while thinking, your laugh, oh he could go on, because he absolutely adored you.

He loved being in your presence, it was something he longed for. Something he needed.

After all, you made him feel like a million grimm. He loved the exciting high you gave him whenever you both would win big at the casino, he loved the rush of adrenaline you both felt when running away from Lucifer. You made him feel so alive. More so then he felt while being an angel. It was exhilarating. It was fun, and he wanted it to last forever.

So the glare he gave his brothers was beginning to become harder to hide. He didn’t like how much of your time they took, he also didn’t like how excited you made them feel. He should only be the one to experience that.

Being a true embodiment of greed he wanted you all to himself. No, he needed you all to himself. You had to be with him, and only him.

So nothing really stopped him from picking you up and throwing you over his shoulders as you conversed with Asmo. Shocked and a bit flustered, you glared over at the Avatar of Greed as he glared down at his younger brother. Asmo didn’t pester him due to the sharp gaze Mammon held, however he did roll his eyes and give a snarky remark as Mammon left with you in tow.

“Mammon, where are we going?” you asked as he made his way down one of the hallways of the House of Lamentation.

“Be quite human”

The response was sharp, and slightly bitter at that. Due to his mood shift you decided against saying anything for now, and just let him carry you off to wherever he had in mind.

Soon after a few minutes he opened the door to his room and slammed it loudly after you and him made your way through the door frame. Picking you up over his shoulder he lifted you above him like a feather and threw your body on his bed.

A sharp pain was felt on your back as you collided with his mattress. The force he threw you with was enough to knock the wind out of your lungs and leave you gasping for air. Mammon however gave you no time for breath, as he was on top of you in a flash pinning down your hands and legs with his own.

In any other situation you probably would have swooned over this dominant side of him, however as of right now you were scared. His eyes appeared glowing as they pierced back at you. They had almost an animalistic gaze, something akin to a predator hunting its prey. You appeared the slightest bit worried since he had never given you a look like that before.

“Mammon what’s going on..?” you questioned after finally getting your breath back.

“How many times do I gotta watch something like that before ya understand?”

“What..?”

“Stop talkin’ to my brothers” Mammon said leaning closer to your face.

“What? Why?”

“Because I said so that’s why.” He spat. “You know what stop talking to others in general”

You furrowed your brows and held his glare. “Why are you being so stubborn about this? I can talk to your brothers and anyone if I want, who are you to tell me I can’t?”

“I’m your first man that’s who, and what I say goes!" Mammon said, hitting your forehead with his.

Was his head full of stones or something? Because you could've sworn it was due to the pain you were currently feeling. You winced at the action and tried to compose yourself. Due to having the wind knocked out of you first and then being pinned to the bed, this was the final straw. He had hit you hard enough that you almost saw stars.

"What the hell Mammon?" you yelled, opening and closing your eyes trying to regain your vision.

"If ya don't plan on listenin' then I'll do it harder next time"

With what force you had left you struggled in his grasp trying everything you could to get him off of you. It scared you. He had never been this forceful before, or this possessive. When you never listened to him before he brushed it off, unlike now he was currently fuming.

Having your human instincts was a blessing in the Devildom because they always told you when to run for your life, and now was one of those times.

"Stop thrashing around! It's getting hard to hold ya" Mammon yelled trying to pin you down again.

"Let go of me! I don't like this" you screamed back.

"I ain't letting go of ya anytime soon sweetheart," Mammon said leaning closer toward you. The fact he was using a pet name at a time like this was enough to send you over the edge, however curious of his response you stopped struggling and waited to hear what he would say.

"And just what do you mean by that..."

"I mean you're my human, body, soul, mind, none of my brothers, or the angles, or that prince can have ya. You belong to me" Mammon clarified looking straight into your eyes.

The gaze he held was strong and unwavering which made your gaze in return look pitiful. Laying there under him you felt yourself shrink under his presence. And with the last bit of fight in you, you said back.

"You don't own me"

Mammon laughed in your face at the response. "You forget you're in the presence of the Avatar of Greed human. If I want ya, then you're mine. Nothing you can do or say will change that."

"And I'm sure my brothers wouldn't miss ya too much if I kept ya in here forever, besides you don't need anything or anyone I have everything you need here" he smiled.

Your face grew to one of horror at his words. You need to get out of here, and fast. You should've known capturing a demon's heart would lead to something like this, you really should've been more careful. But it was Mammon. He never scared you and he never made you feel hurt, but at the end of the day, he was still a demon.

The embodiment of Greed, he always wanted more, more than you could give.

But that wasn't even a problem for him anymore since you were now here. He had you right where he wanted you now and he sure as hell wasn't going to let you leave.

You shook your head back and forth trying to believe he was lying, but when his expression never faltered it was then you truly knew what he meant.

You turned to the door and opened your mouth to scream, surely if you did so one of his brothers would find you. That's what you believed, however, Mammon wasn't as stupid as he made himself out to be.

Knowing you would do something like this he hit your head again with his own causing you to knock out from the sheer force. You soon fell to the pillow and went limp. As he let go blood soon trickled down your nose and he sighed.

You probably had a concussion, hopefully, nothing was broken. If it was he'd probably steal a book from Satan's library on how to medically treat humans.

He really didn't want to resort to force but you made him. After all, he can't have you going around while others enjoy your company.

That was only for him and him alone.

He owned you.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me angst #obey me mammon #angst prompt #obey me yandere #obey me yandere mammon #rashomonss daydream requests

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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Anonymous: I am absolutely begging for Cassandra angst that turns into fluff (like maybe they get into an argument and Cassandra says something like “why should I care what you have to say you’ll be dead before you know it and I’ll be all alone” and then it turns into fluff

Thank you for a Cass prompt T^T I love her so fucking much. Let’s get into it!

You had been dating Cass seriously for the past couple of months. Things had started off rocky, she was pretty aloof with you, but she gradually opened herself up and found that she couldn’t get through the day without thinking about you.

You rarely got into disagreements with one another, but this afternoon, she was in a bad mood and you weren’t sure why.

“How many times do I have to tell you to put your laundry in the hamper?! The maids won’t see your dirty clothes if you stuff them in the closet!” She snaps at you.

She had been short with you a few times today, but it seemed like things were going from bad to worse.

“Oh, sorry, I forgot.” You said and twiddled your thumbs nervously. You hated being yelled at.

“You forgot?! You can’t really be that stupid, Y/N!” She rages.

You felt your temper getting the best of you and needed her to back off. “Watch it, Cass. You need to stop talking.” You warned through your gritted teeth.

Cass scoffed at you. “What are you going to do if I don’t, idiot?” She challenges and puts her hands on her hips.

You stand up angrily and stare her down. “What the fuck is the matter with you?” You growl out.

Cass gets up in your face. “You know, I could make you bleed with merely a flick of my wrist. You’d better not piss me off any more than you already have today.” She threatens.

You’re hurt that she would say something so cold. “You know, you really suck sometimes.” You tell her, trying to mask the pain.

“Why the hell should I even care what you think, jackass?! Soon enough, you’ll be dead and here I’ll be, all alone!” Cass shrieks and tears suddenly form in her eyes. You can see the heartbreak clearly present in the way she’s looking at you.

Cass lets out a choked sob and brings her hands to cover her mouth in both shock and sorrow. She can’t believe she just said that out loud. She had been worrying and stressing about this ever since you two started dating, but she had tried so fucking hard to stuff it down so she didn’t have to think about it.

You look at her in concern.

Cass just hides her face in her hands and cries. She was ashamed that she dragged you into this mess.

You gently pull her closer and she immediately buries her face in your shoulder and weeps.

“Hey, what’s going on?” You ask softly. You rub your hands up and down her back as she cries. It takes a few minutes for her tears to slow down enough for her to even speak.

“I’m s-sorry, Y/N!” She tries to say. “I’ve been s-so worried about you… Dying and leaving me here, all alone. I have nightmares about it. I don’t e-even know what I would do if I lost you!” She confesses tearfully. She nuzzles her head into the crook of your neck.

“Hey, I’m not going anywhere, alright?” You tell her. You feel an overwhelming need to lighten the mood. “Wild horses couldn’t drag me away~” You sing goofily and try to get her to laugh.

Cass giggles and sniffs at your answer. “It’s not always going to be like this though, Y/N. You’ll keep aging and I’ll… I’ll be stuck here. Without you.” She whispers and lifts her head to look at you.

“Well… Doesn’t that mean that our time together will be that much more special?” You ask. It feels bittersweet, but this thought comforts you a little bit. You always live for the moment. You haven’t ever really thought about what the future holds.

Cass feels tears begin to fall once again at your poignant statement. “I refuse to accept it!” She cries. “This isn’t how love should be!” She sobs.

You hold her by the waist and lean your forehead against hers. “Making memories with someone is how they live on in your heart.” You tell her. “We need to focus on each other, not something that’s going to happen several decades from now, okay?” You ask and pull her into your arms again.

Cass finds your sentiment absolutely, tragically, heartfelt and… Beautiful.

You weren’t worried. You had always been so carefree and happy. It’s one of the first things that made her start falling for you. She needed to remind herself that she would always love you, no matter what. A relationship like this does change as people grow and mature, but the love never burns out or dies. The way she feels about you is set in stone. It’s a constant and it will be something she will always be able to carry with her.

“Cass?” You ask, breaking her from her thoughts.

“Yes, Y/N?” She asks.

You clear your throat before continuing on. “I love you… You’re my everything. My beginning and my end. We were meant to find each other, and…” You take her hand and squeeze gently before getting down on one knee.

Cass gasps as she realizes what you are doing.

“I’m gonna get you a ring, but I need to know. Cassandra Dimitrescu… Will you marry me?” You ask and look into her gorgeous eyes.

Cass begins crying, but quickly nods her head. “Of course, Y/N.” She says.

The grin that spreads across your face leaves Cass breathless. You had never looked so at peace. You stand up and cup her face before giving her a kiss.

Months later, at your wedding, you surprise Cass with a special message you have engraved on her ring. “I’m with you, Cass. Always. Love, Y/N”

Note: Well, that turned out pretty sappy, but also fluffy! The song Y/N sings a little bit of to Cass is - Wild Horses by the Rolling Stones. It’s kinda the soundtrack for this fic. Hope y'all liked it!

Masterlist

#re8 #re8 village #cassandra dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x y/n #resident evil imagines #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #sorta angsty

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gaybitchfx · 2 years

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I absolutely loved "the big bro figure "!!!!

Seriously you did amazing

Can we get a part 2 please?

Where, when Chrissy died, Eddie ran to his big bro and either hid thre or with him in the boat house.

And after some of the original stuff happened the reader gets vecna'd (because everybody got some trauma) but they can save him because they're near his house and Eddie knows his favorite song, which obviously is some metal song

And maybe m!reader jokes about it, because yk he's the big bro

Note: I only chuckled because of an audio from TikTok where Eddie was telling Chrissy to wake up. But I’ll gladly do it!

THE BIG BRO FIGURE (pt.2)

Character(s): Eddie Munson

Type of reader: M!Reader

Category: Fluff with a tad bit of angst (since you get Vecna’d)

Warning(s): none

Edited: ❌

It was past midnight and surprisingly you were awake high as ever. You were watching tv and relaxed till you heard loud banging on your door making you jump and look over at the door.

"Y/n?! You in there?!" You heard Eddie shout making you quickly get up and open the door. "What's goin on, Eddie? What happened?" You asked and allowed the male in, he clearly looked scared and out of it. Not knowing what to do you quickly went to get some water and came back and sat down next to him before handing him the water carefully.

"Everything alright? Cause you usually don't come yellin my name at 12:35 in the morning." You said and rubbed his back. "You don't gotta tell me if you aren't ready." Eddie took a few deep breaths after chugging the water down and placing the cup on the coffee table that sat in front of you two. He turned to face you and just clung onto your waist making you stiffen up quickly.

You looked at him and could feel him shaking so you did what any other person would do, hug him back and reassure him everything is okay. Once Eddie calmed down he released you of his grip.

"So, are you ready to tell me what's wrong and what happened?" You asked, your voice low and comforting. "So, there was this girl her name was Chrissy and she wanted to buy some stronger drugs-" "DRUGS?!! Now what on earth are you selling those for at your age?!" You shouted surprised he'd even do something like that.

"I'll talk to you about that later, please continue." You cleared your throat. "O-...Okay. So I went to go get them and when I came back to give them to her she wasn't responding and her eyes were rolled back to her head...and...and..." Eddie trailed off as he could see the scene replay in his head.

"Breath Eddie, you don't have'ta tell me everything all at once." You told him and rubbed his back in a circular motion. Eddie took in deep breaths before he continued to tell you what happened. "She started floating in the air and all her bones broke when there wasn't anyone there to lift her that high...I didn't know what to so I ran and now I'm wanted for a murder I didn't even do..." Eddie quickly said making your eyes widen out of both fear and shock. "Are you sure that's what happened?" You asked and held him by the shoulders making him look you in the eyes. Eddie nodded his head making you sigh and hug him close.

"Alright, I'll hide you here after all I am your big brother, and big brothers protect their little brothers." You said making him less tense and scared. "Thank you...Y/n." Eddie mumbled as he closed his eyes with a small sigh of relief. "No problem."

After Eddie and Y/n met Steve, Max, and Robin he helped them hide him and all that stuff, he even went into the upside down Hawkins with them and was just there for support and to mostly lighten the mood when everyone was too tense.

You went home eventually after that event, but before you could even close the door Vecna's lil hallucinations. A couple minutes later the group went over to your house since it was pretty safe and away from society. "Uhm, is that Y/n?" Dustin asked as he squinted his eyes to see better. "What the hell is he doing just standing there?" Robin questioned as the group walked closer and closer to you before realizing you weren't standing there on purpose.

"Fuck! How long as he been like this?!" Eddie shouted worry present in his face. "H-...He said he was going home like 5-10 minutes ago!" Steve said and everyone quickly went inside and gently sat Y/n down.

"Dustin, what's his favorite song?!" Max asked as she went through the shelves of cassette tapes you had of different songs from different bands. "I don't fuckin know! We aren't that close!" Dustin shouted. "I know his favorite song!" Eddie said making everyone stop what they were doing and watched as Eddie went to the second shelf and picked a song the had a lime green tape on it.

"Can I borrow this? I don't know where he puts his Walkman." Eddie asked Max who gave it to him without a second though. He switched out the cassette tape to the other one and pressed play before placing the headphones over your ears.

"What's the music supposed to do anyways?" Eddie asked as he stared at you hopping whatever was going on would work. "It's supposed to open a portal back to here, but with Vecna in the way it's almost impossible to escape." Max said and folded her arms. Everyone waited in silence. You let out a loud gasp and quickly looked around and saw the group in front of you. "He's back!!" Eddie shouted and gave you a big hug confusing you. "Oh thank fucking god." Dustin sighed and placed a hand where his heart was.

"I thought we were gonna lose you dude!" Steve cried out and ruffled your hair. "Holy shit! There was this guy who looked like a dried up raisin and he looked so fuckin gross!" You exclaimed with a laugh, not even an ounce of trauma present on your face. Eddie lightly chuckled and released you from the hug.

"I honestly think you're too high to be giggling old man." Max said and took her Walkman back. "Old man?! I'm only 23 thank you very much!" You shouted and placed a hand on your chest with your mouth open a little. "I'm just glad you're back and didn't end up like...Chrissy." Eddie said and sat down next to you.

"Mann, I ain't goin out like that. Not with my bones all cracked and turned in the most weirdest and most awkwardest way possible. Plus I got my lil bro to take care of don't I?" You said and ruffled his hair.

"Just know I'm not goin anywhere, not when you're still here walkin on this planet."

Note: Imagine how Y/n would react to Eddie's death 😗

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x male reader #eddie x you #eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #fiction #fluff #angst #male reader #stranger things #stranger things x male reader

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larabiatasstuff · 4 months

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Part three🖤

When the huge doors opened with a loud screeching noise, the officer shoved me out into some kind of waiting area. Many people, men and women were sitting on chairs waiting for... yeah for what? "Take a number!"the officer said and pushed me towards a small machine. I pushed a button and took a number, 73. Then he dragged me back to the chairs and I took a seat next to a nervous looking man. I looked down to my lap the small piece of paper in my hands." H-hey I'm Stu." the man next to me said. I just looked at him and nodded. I was absolutely not in the mood to make a conversation. "Why are you here?" he asked and I had enough. "Listen Stu I'm sure you are a nice guy but seriously I don't wanna talk okay? I just..." but I couldn't finish my sentence. The first number was called. "35!" the officer called and a dark haired woman got up from her seat. The officer guided her to a huge gate and pushed a few buttons on a panel on the wall. The gate opened and suddenly the woman started crying and begging but the officer wasn't impressed, he lifted her up and literally threw her out of the gate. The people started to panic, some where screaming and trying to get away but it was hopeless. "Fuck they're going to kill us. We need to find a way out of here." I said to Stu, but just in that moment a huge machete were stuck through the door and also through the female officer guarding it. The officers were yelling, running around as the door swung open and a huge, muscular man wearing a clown mask entered the room. He didn't seem interested in us, he was hunting the guards, each one of them got slashed open or stabbed to death while their blood painted the walls red. "What should we do?" Stu asked his voice almost a whisper. "Try to stay calm. Take deep breaths I don't think he's going to hurt us." I said but my whole body was shaking. The last officer tried to attack him but it ended in him getting his head chopped off. The clown held his head in his hand like a fucked up version of 'Hamlet' " And scene! " he said not moving an inch, it seemed like he was waiting for something. Then it hit me and I tried my best to clap my hands together and everyone else was joining me. The clown looked in our direction, he liked the applause. "Oh thank you! That was nothing, just a little interpretation of mine nothing big." he said.

Part four🖤

#sweet tooth x y/n #sweet tooth x reader #twisted metal 2023 #twisted metal series #sweet tooth #samoa joe

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vault76 · 1 year

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here is my contribution for @officialtolkiensecretsanta !! it is for @maglorslostsilmaril !!

I really hope you like it, I had so much fun writing it and it challenged me in a way I haven’t been in a long time. I would be sinning if I didn’t also thank @adanedhel for his amazing suggestions, support, and editing.

Happy Holidays!

“My first composition is finally done, Father,” Elrond announced, producing his lyre and playing its entirety to Maglor who gave his son his undivided attention. It was an absolutely beautiful piece that captured the skill of its composer and even gave attention to the acoustics of the room where the performance was being given. When finally the piece was complete, Maglor allowed his tears to flow and embraced his son as his own father once had upon hearing his first piece. After a moment to collect himself, Maglor finally spoke.

“My son, you have created something out of nothing which is an act of the Gods. I am proud of you and I have always been. However,” when he paused, Elrond raised a perfect eyebrow, “this may be your first solo composition, but it is not the first thing you have ever composed. Allow me to tell you a story…”

Light blooming through the stained glass window danced in blue, green, and red across the strings of Maglor’s harp as his fingers plucked them one at a time, letting them resonate through the room one at a time before sighing and trying another note. It had been months since he had last attempted the exercise and that one ended much the same -- with disappointment, self-loathing, and a bad mood when it had been meant to lift his spirits and invoke a sense of pride and accomplishment for art well-made.

Coming from artists, such as his father who demanded perfection from himself as well as his children, made Maglor even more frustrated with the next note that, while beautiful and harmonious as any G that had ever been plucked, it felt like another pointless waste of time.

As he moved to get up from the stool on which he sat, Elrond and Elros toddled into view with curious eyes. It was about the end of the twins’ regularly scheduled afternoon naps, and they had both been more and more curious about the goings-on in the music room. Feeling his heart elevate from the sight of his young sons, Maglor remained seated and watched.

It was Elrond whose tiny fingers reached up for the strings first, very gently, too gently to create much sound at all. Elros was a bit more adventurous with his little hands but still so gentle. Maglor watched them with a mix of curiosity and discomfort, as he was concerned that their little hands could throw the instrument out of tune or worse yet, their soft fingers could get cut on the strings.

Deciding that enough was enough, Maglor did rise from his seat to collect his sons. As he did, Elrond strummed a chord that made Maglor pause. He glanced down at his son who was giggling and continuing on, and carefully guided both children away from his harp, but not before playing the chord himself and feeling the wheels of inspiration turn.

Maglor sat again in the music room, playing the chord again. He had found that it wouldn’t leave his thoughts and had inspired a completely new composition. It came to him more and more as he practiced, allowing himself a more trial-and-error approach versus striving for perfection in one take. Soon enough he was fully in the moment with his fingers fast on the strings and pleased with the progress he had made. It was played again and again, each time a more perfect version showed itself.

It slowly became a family affair. Elrond wanted to help more after recognizing his contribution -- he was given a triangle to add where he felt appropriate. Elros was certainly also included as he had the task of handling the tambourine. Both took on their roles with absolute delight. What was first a very fun game soon was handled with the utmost of seriousness for the two small children -- Elrond did not have to be instructed where to add in his triangle, and Elros was given a percussive solo with his tambourine. Instead of an afternoon nap, the children asked for their instruments. It was a point of great pride for Maglor to be able to pass on his love for music and poetry to his sons.

“... and so you see, my son, it was you who gave me that spark of inspiration to continue to create. If I inspired you, it is because you inspired me all those years ago. I do not see that composition as mine; I see it as ours. And, it goes without saying, that you and your brother are my most valued compositions of all. I may not be your sire but you are my son, and every breath of mine is spent loving you.”

#maglor #elrond #elros #is also briefly mentioned #officialtolkiensecretsanta #tss2022 #maglorslostsilmaril

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greengrungeemo · 9 months

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Why Hayley Williams is among the most BADASS people I know of

So, I've recently been to a Paramore concert with someone just as badass and amazing and had the best time ever!! Hands down the best concert I ever been to (I've been to 4 now)! It was of course, amazing because of the perfection that is Paramore's music, but what was far more extraordinarily compelling was Hayley herself.

I'll post ALL of my recorded concert vids soon so you can see for yourself, but she is the epitome of feminism and women empowerment. Think about it! She's been touring since 2005, and the amount of ENERGY she has compared to previous artists I've seen! Night and daaaaay! The highlights for me were her mood-lifting dance moves and running in place while she performed! It made an introvert like myself get the zoomies and really just... express myself at a concert! So hype and made me so happy. I cried twice during this concert too! xD

Another oustanding thing to note was her understanding and connection to the crowd, you'll see in vids I'll post, but like she said on stage: "Thanks for spending your money here, seriously! I'll make sure to make the whole thing worth it" She knows the struggle out there in this economy. It takes a lot to see a concert when there's just so much to worry about in this world, especially financially! With everything in the world going on, she adds, "Let's just forget all of our worries for these 4 hours. Completely forget it all together." To some, that may not seem like much of a statement, but to those suffering from anxiety, trauma, depression, among a whole lot of other things, this helped create a bubble of escape. Admittedly, even in this trip down to the U.S, I still have a lot on my mind on a daily basis. A lot of inner demons to battle, regret, guilt, worry for others, etc etc. Hayley helped put that on pause, especially with a statement like that!

Men can learn A LOT from women, and if they tried to take a page out of Hayley's book, it'd make a big difference, because this next point is on social issues! A huge highlight was a really tear-jerking and awesome statement she made. She made us all hold up our 2 pinkies! We all held them up, and she said, "This is a promise. To hold people in higher power accountable." I got goosebumps and was in pure shock and delight. What a powerful statement and thing to do. What's even better, is that she followed up with, "and let's also remember, to vote. Let's not vote for people with small dick energy please?!" Absolutely true. All of those politicians so insecure about how people simply wish to identify as or express themselves? It hurts, knowing there's people who feel trapped out there that just want to come out of their shell and feel happy for who they are. I will retain this double pinky promise for as long as I live. As a man, I will understand my privilege and do my best to voice myself and protect friends and all under LGBTQ++ and their rights. I will stand by women and be a proud feminist, and voice myself whenever I see injustice. I will educate other men when I see them being shitty, when they denigrate, dehumanize, or categorize women as any lesser than them. It bugs me so much. It's important. I will also vote thoughtfully where it counts!

Hayley has also pointed out the massive amount of misogynistic criticism laid out to her over the years. Again, since she's been performing in the early 2000s, you can imagine how bad it must have been, being a woman and head of the band? A bunch of sexist males criticizing what a "real band should be", etc. She proves what a real band is. She carries it with her whole heart. 🖤 She even made fun remarks about how she's just a girl, "I got long hair? So what? I brush it. Actually, Taylor(?) brushes it." Referring to one her band mates teasingly. Loved it. Women power right there!

There's so much more to say, but I will keep it brief, Hayley Williams is and always will be among my heroes for her inspiring words, her addictively fun energy, and reminding me to be a proud feminist. It doesn't take a lot of effort to be kind, and to treat others well. Do your part as a man, do your equal share at minimum, and stand up for what's right!

#hayley williams #paramore #personal thoughts

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*jumps into the spotlight* Yes please, me! (Writer's block has mowed down my will to write)

Mean and intense, as wished:

I have an AU (I call it the Soulbound AU) where gods and mortals are connected by souls, and can feel and detect each others tickle spots, so they can happily tickle each other, but not without tickling themselves too. Imagine George just asking someone to wreck him to high heaven in order to get back HD, nervously giggling at the fact he's willingly subjected himself to this just for payback on HD's own antics.

DreamXD tickle book. Whoever's name goes in there gets some seriously intense tickles, digging right into that one spot that is known to make them scream >:D

4K in general. I mean, seriously... he's a mean one, Mr Grinch. *ba dum tss*. In all seriousness, this guy is the tallest of them all *thanks @covenofwives* and he can easily lift someone off the ground to just claw at their ribs without mercy.

And finally, my boy Sam :D this guy's a canon redstone whizz. So I can imagine him in a serious ler mood, and plus Dream has gotten on his nerve a little too much one particular day. Annoyed warden + redstone knowledge = tickle machine programmed to hit all of Dream's spots that will get him screeching in mirth, one after the other >:)

I hope these were okay <3

holy shit okay here we go I’m kind of sick and loopy but hey why not answer now 🤪

1 - firstly, this AU is absolutely incredible, I absolutely need to hear more about that whenever you post more details!!! but……george asking someone to wreck him so he can get back at HD??? okay this is amazing for multiple reasons. the first being that we’ve all pretty much established george has such a hard time asking for tks anyway, but asking someone to wreck him? that’s just unheard of. So he goes to someone he knows will tear him into a million teeny tiny little lee pieces - XD 😵‍💫 and oh boy does XD know george’s (and HD’s) spots like the back of their hand 🫠 by the time XD is done, george is completely exhausted and HD has kicked around the blankets on his bed so much that he’s simply left in a huge hole of clouds

2 - it’s funny bc @emmadoodlewrites actually had a similar idea!!! (i drew it 😎). but holy shit. imagine dream is just minding his own business, going around collecting resources and food and materials. XD is feeling rather devious and decides that dream needs to pay for all the times that he’s pranked them, and so they write dreams name in the book. Dream fucking convulses, the wood he was carrying dropping to the ground, followed by his own body as he arches into the air because his tummy is being relentlessly tkled by seemingly no one. this goes on for minutes, agonizing tkly squeezes and strokes to his poor poor tummy until XD poofs before the panting boy, scooping up the pile of lee and helping him back home (all while giving him cute lil head scratchies and telling him how good he did)

3 - don’t even get me started on 4K. First of all yes, all of the bravos go to @covenofwives bc the way coven writes 4K is just…..insane in the absolute best way. 4K is one of my favorite lers to read and write for, because he’s just so playful but he also knows what he’s capable of. If he wants to be nice and let someone giggle and squirm, he will :D! …..but if he decides he wants to be cruel? with his strength? size? claws? the lee doesn’t stand a chance.

4 - tk machines Tk Machines TK MACHINEEEEEES!!!!!!!!! hello yes hi hello i LOVE tk machines. now i don’t know a lot about lore but i know sam and i know he invents shit and holy cow can this guy invent a tk machine. something that randomly popped into my head was just a false sense of security. dreams most tkly spots are his tummy and bellybutton and his back. (he has more than just those but, those are the ones that stand out to me). Sam tells dream he made a machine that can help mend scars and muscle, and he needs someone to test it out. little does dream know that this is 100% a big fat lie, and it’s literally just a tk torture device for dream.

(okay I didn’t mean to write everything under this but I couldn’t stop rambling so…. warning bc intense tks / tk machine / kind of small spaces?)

the machine looks like a thin square box made of some sort of glass or plastic material. it’s see through, and he can see all kinds of hands, rollers and gears in the front and back of the walls. sam unlocks a latch on the side and suddenly the box is opening, sam motioning for him to step inside. there are two little outlines of where his feet should be and sam guides him to stand in place. the box ends just above dreams shoulders, and sam pushes him back until his neck is slotted against a curve at the top of the box, no doubt made for where he would be held in place. on either side of the neck hole, there were two more dips, one for each of his wrists. sam closes the box and latches it, leaving dreams neck and wrists stuck in place, unable to pull them down or push them out. the box is thin, so dream can’t kick, he can hardly bend his knees before they hit the glass in front of them. sam smirks and hits a button, setting off a series of clicks and gears turning before suddenly rollers with tiny bumps and grooves are slowly making their way up and down his back, making him arch forward slightly with a squeak. he looks at sam with wide eyes and realizes sam knows exactly what it’s doing to him. he realizes that’s what the purpose of this machine was for. and when dream goes to open his mouth, he instead lets out a shriek before falling into helpless laughter as a same type of roller now is making its way up and down dreams tummy, the little grooves somehow always managing to push their way into his lil bellybutton and make him squeal. sam just giggles and walks over to dream and goes “sweetheart, you haven’t seen anything yet.” and with the push of another button, mechanical arms extend, only adding to the excruciatingly tklish feeling…

star u have officially released my demons i hope ur happy (i am very happy thank u i adore u)

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Well that’s it nerds, thirty one drabble things, all of them angsty, and at least three new AUs born from it jdflkgjfdg I’ll throw together a masterpost later so they’re all together, but thank you so much to everyone that’s read and reviewed/reblogged etc, I really appreciate it 🥺 it’s been a tough month but writing these and watching all of you get excited/scream at me about them has really meant a lot and helped lift some of my moods, so seriously, thank you 💖

Also on AO3!!!

DAY THIRTY ONE: SURRENDER (YOUR CHOICE)

“Becs?” Chloe knocked softly at the bathroom door. Beca had been in there a while, “Beca? Are you okay?”

“Fine.” Came the muffled response from the other side of the door, “I’m good. Just... I’m fine Chlo.”

“Can you come out here?” Chloe hadn’t missed how withdraw Beca seemed lately, how insular and sullen she’d become. It was really starting to worry her, “Please? I just to see for myself.”

“Um... not really?”

Chloe’s stomach swooped. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was really wrong. Beca had been clean for nearly three weeks now, but somehow that didn’t seem to be lifting her like it should.

“I’m coming in Beca.” Chloe grabbed the door handle, frowning deeper as it rattled but didn’t open, “Becs, open the door. Please?”

“Chloe I’m fine, please... don’t come in here...” Beca sounded desperate but Chloe didn’t care. Something was wrong, really wrong.

Chloe took a couple of steps back and charged into the door shoulder first. It hurt like hell but she pushed that aside as the door burst open. Chloe’s heart lept into her throat as she saw the carnage waiting for her, the white colour of Beca’s skin, the blood covering her wrists and arms, the way she flinched away from Chloe.

“Oh god...” Chloe ran forward, grabbing a towel and wrapping it tightly around one of Beca’s wrists, pushing it over her head even as Beca struggled weakly against her.

“Let go.” Beca mumbled, tears running down her cheeks, “I can’t do this...”

“AUBREY!” Chloe’s heart was pounding in her chest, Aubrey running in to join them, the colour draining immediately from her face.

“Oh my god...” Aubrey stood dumbfounded, trying to make her body respond but finding herself just frozen to the spot.

“Grab another towel and get her other wrist!” Chloe knew that Aubrey was in shock, but now was not the time to be gentle.

“I’m sorry...” Beca mumbled, head lolling a little as Aubrey brought herself back to the present, copying Chloe, “I couldn’t do it... I’m sorry.”

“Hey, hey, don’t you dare!” Chloe shook her head furiously, “Stay awake Beca. You’re okay, we’ve got you.”

Chloe quickly took Beca’s other wrist from Aubrey, trying to quell the raging panic inside her, “Bree call an ambulance.”

“No.” Beca shook her head a little as Aubrey did just that, “Please... I don’t want... no...”

“You are not giving up on us.” Chloe clenched her jaw tightly, “No way in hell. You’ve come too far Becs, okay? You can do this. We’ve got you.”

-----

“How is she?” Chloe was on her feet the second the doctor walked in, her arm in a sling. It turned out that she had dislocated it when she had broken the door down, the pain only registering once Beca was in the safe hands of doctors.

“Very lucky.” The doctor sighed softly, “If you hadn’t knocked the door down like Superwoman, Beca wouldn’t have made it.”

“Ohmygod...” Chloe’s hand covered her mouth as she sank back into her seat, Aubrey’s arm winding around her shoulders gently, “I- I just acted, I didn’t... she would have done the same for me.”

“She lost a lot of blood.” The doctor sat opposite her, smiling gently, “She’ll be out for another few hours yet, but physically, she’ll be absolutely fine. Mentally...”

The doctor trailed off as Chloe shook her head a little, tears running down her cheeks. God what a mess... how had she not seen this coming? How could she have let Beca slip this far?

“Her tox screen.” Aubrey swallowed against the lump in her throat, “Was it...?”

“It was clean.” The doctor grinned, “There was nothing in her system, not even a trace amount.”

“She kept saying she couldn’t...” Chloe sighed heavily, “I just... god I thought she’d relapsed, how could I think that?”

“Addiction is a long, hard battle.” The doctor shook his head, “It was a reasonable thought after only three weeks. One of the trickiest symptoms of cocaine withdrawal is intense depression, and suicidal thoughts and ideations. Unfortunately, I see this kind of thing a lot with people that quit cold turkey.”

“Is this our fault?” Chloe whispered, “She- she wanted to stay here with us in her support system, we thought it would be a good idea, should we have made her go to rehab or-”

“If Beca wanted to be here, then being here was the right decision.” The doctor stopped Chloe’s rambling in its tracks with a kind smile, his hand resting gently on Chloe’s trembling one, “She’s just struggling with an addiction. Is she doing therapy, a support group, something like that?”

“She’s been trying to find one that fits.” Aubrey nodded, “She tried NA, but it was a ‘little too preachy’, her words...”

“I understand that.” The doctor chuckled, “I have some information on different support groups she can try if you want it?”

“Yes.” Chloe nodded furiously, “Please.”

“No problem.” The doctor smiled warmly, “We have to keep her for a psych hold after a suicide attempt, but she can hopefully go home by the end of the week. Do you want to see her?”

“Does she want to see us?” Chloe bit her lip, “She- she seemed mad at me...”

“Once we were getting her up to theatre to stop the bleeding she was asking for you.” The doctor nodded, “She wanted to apologise for being weak.”

“She’s not weak.” Chloe shook her head, “She’s not, she’s the strongest person I know...”

“Let’s go tell her that.” Aubrey smiled softly, “Come on.”

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Beca’s head throbbed as her eyelids fluttered open, feeling her heart sink as a ceiling swam into view. Dammit... she was still here. She was still here to fail them, for them to leave her, to end up alone right back where she started, disappointing all of them again.

She’d been weak. Chloe was never going to forgive her for this. She’d given up and let all of them down, had proved just how wrong they were for believing in her.

“Beca? Hey...”

Beca turned her head to the side, her tired eyes finding Chloe’s, the worry in her face making her heart break even more. She’d done that, she’d made all this worse.

“It’s okay.” Chloe’s hand reached out and brushed away the tears running down Beca’s cheeks, “You’re okay Becs.”

Aubrey had gone home for a few hours on Chloe’s insistence, just to sleep and change her clothes. Chloe would go home to do the same when Aubrey got back.

“Your arm...” Beca croaked, frowning deeply, “What... that’s my fault isn’t it?”

“No.” Chloe shook her head, “No it’s the doors fault Becs, it’s mine for charging at it like that. But it is not yours okay?”

“It is.” Beca started to cry harder, “It’s all my fault, I’m not strong enough for all this...”

“Yes you are.” Chloe took Beca’s hand in hers, squeezing it as tight as she dared, “You are more than strong enough Beca. It’s okay, you’ve been really struggling in the last few weeks, but that doesn’t make you weak.”

“I- I bought something.” Beca mumbled, not daring to look at Chloe, “I was going to-”

“But you didn’t.” Chloe pushed, “Your tox screen was clear Beca, you didn’t do anything...”

“I still... I still fucked up...” Beca shook her head furiously, “Why are you still here?”

“Because I care about you Becs.” Chloe let go of Beca’s hand to brush her hair from her face, “You are my best friend, you don’t have to do this alone. I want to be here Beca, I want to help you through this because I know you can beat this.”

“How?!” Beca looked utterly bereft as she looked at Chloe, “How do you know that?!”

“I just do.” Chloe shrugged a little, smiling at Beca sadly, “I know you’re not used to people sticking around, or having your back, but whether you believe it or not, I’m in this for the long haul.”

“I just wanted it to be over.” Beca sobbed, shaking her head a little, “It’s so hard Chloe, my head is so loud, I don’t want to do this anymore...”

“I know.” Chloe’s hand returned to hold Beca’s again, “I know Becs. I can’t imagine how difficult this is for you. But you’ve done so well, you didn’t take the stuff you bought, you... okay you didn’t handle the aftermath amazingly well, but you’re still going to help out of it. It’s okay. We can get you through this, I promise.”

“I’m so tired...” Beca sighed heavily, wiping at her cheeks with her hands, wincing as her wrist throbbed, “Would you be mad if I went to sleep?”

“No Becs.” Chloe shook her head a little, “Get some rest. Bree and I have some stuff for you to look at when you feel a little better, the hospital’s going to set you up with a great therapist too. But that’s all for tomorrow. Today you just get some rest.”

“Okay...” Beca nodded a little, sniffing softly as she rolled onto her side, Chloe running her fingers through her hair again, “Um... I’m sorry Chloe. For- for the way you found me, for all of it... I’m really sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry.” Chloe smiled softly, “All I care about is that you’re okay now.”

“I mean... I’m definitely not okay...” Beca mumbled, the slightest of smirks tugging at her lips, “But thanks to you I’m at least alive.”

“And I’m really glad about that.” Chloe grinned.

“Thanks Chlo.” Beca’s eyes were fluttering shut, “I’m really lucky to have you.”

“The feelings mutual Becs.” Chloe promised her, “You’d have done the same for me. Just sleep now, you’ve earned a good rest.”

#pitch perfect #pitch perfect fanfic #pitch perfect edit #bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale #fanfiction #moodboard: bechloe #my fic #31 day angst challenge #31doa: day thirty one #drabble: bechloe #drabble tag #tw suicide attempt

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