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ilooklikeaburntchickenugget · 2 months

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Hey! I'm just in love with your Gerard fanfics. could you make one based on "the archer"? I love the angst of your fics. fem!reader please 🥺

Love this prompt!- coming from someone with anxiety lol

Title: The Archer

Word count: 2,233 words Pairing: Gerard Way x F!Reader Warnings: Anxiety, stress, throwing up (does that count as a warning?)

The internal chemical cocktail of anxiety, perfectionism, and pleasing other people had taken you long ways in your life. You had been outrageously successful for your age, the internal voice always yelling at you to do better. It constantly made sure you never got more than a second of happiness with accomplishments so you would long for the drug of endless accomplishments more and more.

You kept venerability hidden deep in the crevices of your veins and far beyond where the eye could see. You made sure you weaknesses were targeted and bullied by yourself first before someone could jump on the wound and pour more salt. You had already done that yourself. You had constantly ensured things were done way ahead of time even if that meant jumping out of bed at 3 am in an anxiety spiraling and working until the sun came up. You didn’t want to be a workaholic, or obsess over your image, or worry about your success. It was just an inherent part of who you were as a person.

It should have never been shocking that this led to tumultuous relationships that seemed to sink under the thunderstorm of your mind when the inevitable harsh waves of self-destruction settled beneath the ship. It was like clockwork, the way that relationships wouldn’t last longer than a year when those deep dark parts of you made themselves known and snaked their way around their body to cover you in a their effortless black ink. The only people that ever stayed were the ones who were aware of your imperfections and deep flaws, and took you as you were not questioning your continuous habits that led to explosions.

You were on letter 46 now to Gerard explaining you wanted to break up. Not because you didn’t love him or because he had done anything wrong. It was quite the opposite, you just knew you were too much of a danger and a liability to be standing next to him and take him down with you when you fell. Your leg feverously bounced up and down to no particular rhythm as you attempted to formulate every feeling you had without outrightly telling him what they were. This would probably end up shredded in your trash can anyways, as the other 45 had.

“I want to let you in” was the last thing you were able to write, “But I can’t trust anyone in there.”

You were in a funk, something that you usually found yourself in maybe once a month. The biggest problem with this funk, is it happened to fall on a date with Gerard. Not just any date, but your one year anniversary. It was clearly a celebration to anyone looking into the little house of a relationship you had built, but to you it was a funeral.

Your anxiety felt like it was up to your throat today, and you couldn’t pinpoint where it was coming from. But doing your makeup was the biggest pain in your ass right now, especially on try number 11 for eyeliner that kept coming off too blotchy. “Fuck!” You whisper yelled as you messed it up again, throwing the pen into the bathtub and aggressively scrubbing the already throbbing red skin with another makeup wipe as it stung with each rub.

You wanted to cry, but that would have made your mascara fuck up and then your entire face ruined. But looking at yourself in the mirror right now, all you noticed was the slight discoloration of all the things you did wrong today on your face. The pimple you tried to cover up with layers of concealer after a stress-induced break out. The ever so slightly different shades of blush since your brush stroked weren’t perfect on both sides.

There were only 20 minutes left until Gerard was here, and knowing him he would actually be a bit early. You decided to bail on the mascara and just try to fix your makeup without overdoing it or completely wiping it off. You would have to live with feeling out of place and self-conscious tonight, because at this point you didn’t have an option.

A subtle knock came on your door. You took a deep, strong breath in and out before putting your game face on, putting on the best fake smile you could (which was pretty damn believable) and grabbed your bag. You opened the door to a dressed up Gerard (a relatively rare occurrence) with a sly smile on his face and flowers in his hand. “Hey, sweetheart.” He opened up with as you forced yourself to smile wider.

“Hey, Gee.” You said back, letting him give you a small kiss on the lips. You took the flowers from his graciously, thanking him and putting them on your counter before leaving and closing the door behind you. The small typical formalities were exchanged, trying to start conversation, but you had always hated the question, “Are you alright?” Which of course he had to ask.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You smiled up at him although deep inside you were screaming you weren’t. “Just a long day, that’s all.” You were thankful he didn’t push more, but that always opened up the negative part of the entire thing, which was the sneaking intuition that he knew it was much more than “just a long day”. As you got into his car he quickly plugged in directions to get you to the restaurant, and as much as you wanted to talk and say something you found no motivation or driver in you to do so.

He seemed to respect that boundary, but within five minutes of the drive had quickly realized that going out to a fancy restaurant with lots of people was not a good idea. First it was your inability to look at him and just outside the window. Then your leg that began bouncing up and down shockingly fast. Finally it was fiddling with your finger tips and clearly being lost in your thoughts while doing so.

“Ya know, we don’t need to go to a fancy restaurant to celebrate this.” He began at a red light, you looked up at him for the first time the entire ride and for the first time since seeing you today, your eyes seemed to light up just a bit. “I mean, that’s so unlike us.” He further explained, “Why don’t we just like, go home, and order take out.” You nodded your head. “I mean, if it’s not a problem-““Not at all.” He softly smiled, ending the directions and turning the car around.

You were still a bit standoffish and generally distant throughout the night. It didn’t take a genius to realize your mind was running 100 miles a minute and it definitely didn’t take longer than a few minutes for Gerard to figure that out either. Especially with your favorite dish sitting in front of you as you forced small bites that you clearly did not enjoy. He hated to see you like this, and wondered why, but tried not to make a scene as you were clearly trying your best to act normal and not cause anything either.

You eventually stopped eating and sat there for a few moments as if trying to focus on something, “Baby?” He finally asked, realizing your face was shading over a bit pale and eyes wide, “What’s wrong?”

“I think I’m gonna throw up.” Was all you said, bolting up and speed walking to the bathroom with your mouth covered. He was close behind you, finally reaching the bathroom only to see you over the toilet seat and belching everything you had eaten that day out. He sighed, kneeling down beside you and holding your hair firmly in his hand, rubbing your back. When you were finally done, your body slouching against the wall and chest heaving, he ran his fingers through your hair to soothe you. As soon as you had calmed down a bit more, he brought a cool, wet towel to your face placing it against your forehead.

“Honey,” He said, giving you a kiss on the top of your head, “What’re you stressing about?” You huffed and closed your eyes knowing he would see right through you.

“How come you just- you’re too good at this.” You responded as he gave a sympathetic smile, “You’re not supposed to worry about my stress.”“I am supposed to worry about it when you’re throwing up your entire day, practically shaking, and your eyes are unable to focus on one thing.” He sighed, “Is it work? Friends? Family? I can try to help-““No, it’s none of that.” You explained with groan as your head got shot through with a rough ache. You took another moment to compose yourself. “It’s all of this.”“All of this?”“Yes, this.” You replied, “I’m being vulnerable and as soon as that happens the relationship starts dying.” He wanted to scoff at that but kept it to himself.

“Pretty sure the entire point of a relationship is to be with each other through good and bad.” He explained. “Baby, it may be easy to hide anxiety from other people, but you’re dating someone who also has anxiety. It doesn’t slide that easy.”“I’m supposed to be put together though,” You rebutted, “Like- shit always goes downhill from here.”“It’s not going to with me,” He assured, “If anything, I’m glad we’re talking through this so I can help you in the future.”“You sound like my parents,” You rolled your eyes which he smiled at, “Or like a therapist. Maybe both.”

“Baby, just tell me what’s on your mind.” He pleaded, “Please?” You took a small sigh, collecting yourself for the continuous waterworks of emotions that were bound to start erupting as soon as you began your explanation.

“Just- a lot is happening right now in life and on top of the amount of worry I already have I’m worried this is going to end. They all do, every relationship has, so this one’s bound to. And it feels like I’m drowning here in constant worry and like waters in my throat and like I-“ You took a small moment to catch your shaky breath, “Like I can’t do this.”

He sat across from you on the tile bathroom floor with a look of sympathy of his face. He didn’t respond for a few seconds. You wondered if it was because he wanted to give you time and space to breathe, or if he was formulating and unsure what to say. Maybe both.

“Thank you for sharing that with me,” Was how he started. “What can I do to help life some of this off of you? Especially the relationship part?”“I don’t know and that’s what’s so damn frustrating.” You sighed out, still holding the now drying washcloth on your forehead and closing your eyes for a few seconds. “You do everything right already. Literally fucking perfectly. And my mind still won’t let me be convinced you’re gonna stay.”

“I know this isn’t going to help much, but I will never leave you.” He began, “Even if you don’t believe me, I just need to put it out there. And if for whatever reason, I did, I would talk to you first about why and looking at how we could fix stuff.” You sat for a few moments just staring at him. “Do you trust me?”

You nodded.

“Then know that I promise you that much. Okay?” You nodded again. “Why don’t I draw you a bath, hm?”

“Yes, please.” You said lightly, now removing the towel from your head as your lightheadedness began to slip away. “Can you join me?” You asked a moment later as he was already up, reaching over the tub and starting the water. He looked back at you with a small smile.

“Of course,” He replied.

It was not sensual or sexual, it was peaceful. You needed the skin to skin with him to feel grounded, to remind yourself that it was real, what he said was true. You knew deep down he was right: he would never leave you, and if he was thinking about it he would talk to you first. He knew too much about you and your worried and psyche to just break up with you. He knew it would hurt you, and you knew he would never hurt you.

“Happy anniversary, baby.” He whispered into your ear from where he sat behind you, your back flush against his chest. You smiled.

“Happy anniversary to you too,” You said back, grabbing one of his hands to toys with his fingers. You did this whenever you became a bit nervous as a method to calm yourself down. “This really has been the best year of my life.” You could feel the smile growing on his lips that grazed your shoulder.

“Gonna give you a lifetime of best years ever.” He told you with a level of confidence in his voice that rebutted all the conflicting anxieties stirring in your mind. You let your muscles go, all the tension relating and melting into him.

“You’re so sure about me?” You asked, craning your next a bit to make eye contact with him.

“I don’t think I’ve been more sure about anything in my life.”

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doodle-pops · 1 year

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Perfection In The Mirror

Celegorm x reader

Request: Hey massive body dysmorphia lass checking in 😅 if you don't remember me all good just don't want to annoy you if you do remember my request 🤍 so glad requests are open can't wait to see what stunning works await❤️ - Anon

A/N: I am most pleased to fulfil this request. I remember you gave me the options of Elladan, Gwindor or Celegorm, but I went with Celegorm since he was originally your character from the start. I hope this was written to your liking :)

Warning: female body reader, body dysmorphia, descriptions of self-harm, crying, mentions of starvation, low self-esteem, mentions of bullying, angst with comfort, praising and body-worshipping (sfw), indications of poor mental health, reader views herself with a larger body, a tiny bit of fluff at the end

Word: 3.6k

Synopsis: A broken reflection was all that you saw your entire life, but when your husband appeared to fix those pieces, he showed you just how perfect you were all the time.

Standing before the floor-length mirror, your eyes did not fail to miss any and every ounce of flesh that covered your bones without the look of scrutiny. The narrowing of your orbs gazed over your face, shoulder, chest, abdomen, thighs, calves and arms with disgust and tears. Your lips frowned in on themselves and curled up, baring your teeth before you felt the floor opening up and swallowing you entirely. There was an empty unsettling sensation growing in your chest, like no matter how many times you attempted to chant your mantra, it left you devoid of succession. You hadn’t any energy to feel good about yourself as much as your wish.

You could stare for hours at yourself, nitpicking every known flaw you could identify on your body— surely it would consume the entire day from the volume you would discover. Yet, much to your dismay, it only made matters worse and plummeted your self-esteem into the void. You doubt there was any way to lift it from the rubble and provide at least a tiny volume of confidence. There wasn’t much left to be done since you would repeat the same pattern at least three days a week, it would upscale anytime you left the house. You knew all your imperfections like the back of your hand, so it didn’t matter going over them, yet you did.

Gliding your hands over your waist, you passed them over your stomach and then to your thighs. Pinching your flesh, you found it to be thicker than usual and not unnoticeable. It was a result of eating all the lean and fatty meat that Tyelko returned with after his monthly hunts. Perhaps you should begin cutting down on the volume and stop taking the horse to town, a weight loss would come easier and rapidly. Running your hands back up to cover your stomach, you found your vision growing blurry at the sight of a small chubby bump. Chanting to yourself that it was just your reproductive organs all compacted and producing the slight bump, the back of your mind screamed overweight. The mirror before you displayed what your brain was deceiving you into believing.

Your body was no longer your own as its shape was changed before your eye in the mirror. All those flat surfaces you had worked so hard to achieve, the mirror showed you a swollen version as though your hard work had never paid off. Feeling the changes in your breathing, the tears that blurred your vision cascaded down your face, staining your naked body. “No, I-I lost the weight…I-I can’t be l-looking like this…” you sniffled. Shaking your head at the reflection you saw, it repeated everything that you did, but with the large body, you fought to be rid of years ago.

Crying out as the image still appeared larger than your current shape, you began to pull and tug at your flesh hoping to tear it off, no longer wanting your reflection to display that visual. Your nails clawed at your skin, reddening and creating welts that resembled claw marks, even producing small cuts that protruded tiny drops of blood. From your shoulders to your back, you clawed at your flesh, your arms and stomach were not spared nor were your legs. Little chunks of flesh were caught in a web beneath your fingernails, but that was the least of your worries. All that mattered was removing the excess flesh you saw in the mirror.

For every claw mark you made, you paused to look in the mirror, hoping that there would be a reduction of flesh in the area, but there was none. So, you clawed again and again until a frustrated cry tore from your lips, urging you to march over to your vanity and snatch the cloth scissors. Your eyes were bloodshot and swollen from the volume of tears produced in such a short moment. Hands were shaky, just like your breathing and legs trembling out of fear at the final attempt you were about to make. The scissors were raised and close to your thigh to remove the first chuck. You inhaled your final breath before parting the sharpened blades and bringing them down to cut at your thighs—

“Love, is everything alright? I heard you crying from down—” he froze in the doorway with horror flashing in his eyes at the image of you standing before him. The bag in his hand collided with the carpeted floor as his lips parted to stare. A single teardrop slipped from his right eye. “What are you doing?” he whispered with an undeniable sore pain in his throat and heart.

“I-It…It’s nothing, you can leave m-me alone. Just…close the door…please,” your voice was strained as you refused to make eye contact with him. You weren’t a pleasant sight now that you were covered in red welts and blotches, and it made his stomach flip. He could stand the sight of animals bleeding but not you, not you when it was by your very own hands. Tyelko could tell, he had the eyes of a hunter, nothing missed his line of sight.

Ignoring the fallen bag at his feet and your words, he stepped into the room and crept towards you. His first step was removing the scissors from your hand and far away from your vision, as well as any other sharp objects. Treating you like an injured animal, his hands lifted to show no signs of being a threat and his voice softened as he shushed you, “It’s alright, it’s okay. You can give me the scissors, okay? Can you hand it to me? Don’t worry, no one is going to harm you.” His voice fought to shake with every syllable the longer his eyes roamed your naked body. Why were you harming yourself?

Shaking your head at him and taking a step backwards, he felt conflicted at his approach. He couldn’t rush you, that would make the situation escalate and give you more reason to attempt whatever you were about to do faster. Yet, he didn’t falter with his steps and still moved towards you until your back collided with the cold, hardened mirror. Your body froze upon the contact and realised that you had nowhere else to turn, and turning into his arms was the last place you wanted. He couldn’t give you that emotional support. What did he know about your body? What did he know about being bullied for being overweight?

Being lost in your thoughts, scrutinising him, you hadn’t realised that the cold, metal blades were extracted from your hand and in his. Your eyes followed but your brain didn’t pick up the action of him placing them in a too-high-to-reach place. When he was finished, he returned to stand before you with his hands out, palms facing upwards and waiting for you to take. You glanced between his hands and his patient face— was this your lover? He appeared so peaceful and rested, where was the wild and unsettled Tyelko? The difference in his behaviour somehow triggered your mind into projecting truth onto the image you saw. If he was different, then so were you.

Sliding down the mirror until you sat on the floor, you curled your knees up to your chest and wrapped your arms around them, rocking your body as you sobbed.

“Love? Hey, come on, please talk to me. I don’t understand what is happening. Why are you…injured?” he was careful with his selection of words to avoid any attempts of further triggering you if that was the case.

His body followed yours, bringing himself into a squat before you and gingerly stretching a hand out to rest upon your bruised skin. He felt your body jolt beneath his touch, yet you didn’t withdraw which urged his hand to travel up your arms until they arrived at your shoulder. There he paused and leaned forward, directly looking you in your distant eyes before shifting to tug you into his chest. Tyelko was careful not to irritate your cuts and scrapes, hence he grabbed the bedsheet to wrap around your fragile and timid frame before pressing you closer to his chest. It was surprising to him when you didn’t flinch or hiss at the sensation of the material against your skin, even when he held you close to his body.

You were cold and still beneath his touch, refusing to even rest your head on his shoulder unless he pushed it down. The rest of your body sat there awkwardly on the floor, requiring his input to reposition so you could feel comfortable, though that was the least of your worries. You were anything but comfortable no matter how much he twisted and turned your body silently, your mind was distant with thoughts of him ready to squabble. It was the most noticeable trait of the famed Feanorian, his short temper, and you had been on the receiving end of it countless times in the earliest. There was no doubt that he was about to snap when he was finished bringing you relief.

“Would you like to tell me what happened?” why was his voice soft and tender, alleviating and understanding, sympathetic?

A sharp slither of your eyes to the left and you observed how patient he sat, gazing at you with wait in his eyes. The sheer sight of him so compassionate before you did everything but prevent the tears from returning. Clutching the front of his tunic, you tugged at it with choked sobs and wails that echoed humiliation and anguish, exhaustion and discomfort. In response, his hands rose to cradle you like a child and rock you from side to side. “It’s alright love, whatever it is troubling you, I’m sure we can overcome it,” he consoled. It pained him that he couldn’t fully console you as he wished given the volume of scrapes on your body. They seem fresh, so it was recent.

“T-Tyelko, I’m sorry, b-but I-I can't h-help it. L-Look at m-…me!”

Taking in your cries, his brain was taxing and going into overwork to piece the puzzle together. You were harming yourself, that much he gathered, but it was the why. “I am looking, but Y/N, why are you hurting yourself? What brought this on?”

Bringing your hands to your face, you shook your head and admitted another apology, “I’m so-…sorry, b-but look at me! How could you not feel disgusted whenever you look at me? I’m huge! I’ve been t-trying to lose weight for months and I’m still overweight. I’ve walked, eaten less, drank more water…nothing! I-…if…if I can’t lose the weight then I’ll just cut it out!” Though your voice was muffled by your hands, your screams were loudly heard by Celegorm. His heart stung having to listen as you degraded yourself to nothing, everything that was the opposite of his praises of love and adoration.

Yes, he remembered when you had a few extra chubs to your body in the earliest, but it never once bothered him. He loved the fullness it gave you, it was a reason for him getting into the habit of buying you tons of new clothes and accessories, however, he was saddened by your efforts to remove the extra chub. To him, he saw no need to reduce your weight, you were already perfect in his eyes. It didn’t matter how much different you were from the beauty standards, your features were the last thing that aided him in falling in love with you. But seeing the love of his life being judgemental of their body, felt like a kick to his shin— all his praises and compliments meant nothing then?

“Would you like to tell me you are unhappy with your body love?” his voice never rose despite his frustration, remaining at a calm pitch, never scare you.

Rubbing your eyes uncontrollably at the question, you began whining. The sound was alarming enough to Tyelko and urged him to reach out and grip your wrist, halting your motion. Pulling your wrist to his face, he bent his head down to kiss the inside and trailed upwards to kiss the centre of your palm. When he was finished, he turned your hand over to graze his lips over the fresh wounds to kiss. It was then you hissed at the burning sensation from the contact of his wet lips on your open scrapes. Flashing his eyes to meet your calculative stare, he arched a brow, “Are you going to tell me or the situation remains unsolved?”

“Tyelko, you wouldn’t understand if I told you!”

“And if you don’t tell me, I wouldn’t understand love. All that I gather, is that you’re harming your body because you are unhappy with your figure. That hurts me too you know,” his left hand released your wrist to point towards his heart as he spoke, “your actions hurt me, and I want to help you stop hurting. I can’t do that if you don’t tell me the root of the cause darling.”

Keeping your head facing your lap, there was a pregnant pause when as he spoke. He did make sense but it wasn't as easy as he presumed the situation to be. There was more to it than meets the eye. If it were that simple, you would snap out of your trance and be on your merry way, forgetting your recent episode. But it wasn't, not when your mental state was diminishing with the growing hate and mocking from the people you considered your loved ones. There was too much self-doubt in your heart and mind at opening up to him. He could turn out to be just as cruel as them. “Tyelko,” you mouthed above a whisper, “if I told you the truth, what would you do?”

The grip on your hand tightened as you questioned his fealty. It was insulting on his behalf given his dedicated stance beside you for more than twenty years. Did you expect him to ignore your complaints and go about his merry way? Resisting the urge to scoff and roll his eyes, he bit his harshness and breathed, “I would assist you, my little dear. I would go the distance, there and back again to make you happy.” His hand motioned to release yours and pushed your loose hair out your face for his lips to make an impact upon your forehead. It was tender as if he were kissing a flower, his flower.

His kiss made you crumple, it made you feel safe and sound like he would chase away the big bad wolf and monsters he claimed he would defeat in your name. You couldn’t help but tilt your head upwards to meet his sea-green eyes and melt. Your Tyelko didn't disappear or change, he was still there, cradling you like he always did. “My family…and friends. I was out with my sisters and a few of my friends today…shopping.”

At the mention of your family, he released a frustrated sigh. It was always your family and friends causing you pain and problems. He remembered them mocking you as you were about to wed him. The disgusting comments they made towards your imperfections at being a suitable bride for him. Many times he told you to drop them, but you would always fire back with the opposite.

“…we were dress shopping a-…and I saw one I liked,” you fiddled with your thumbs as your breathing became erratic and your throat tightened, “I didn’t get to t-try on the dress before they…they told me I-I’m too big to fit in it and I shouldn't wear p-pretty clothes. It wouldn’t l-…look good on me.”

It was becoming damn near impossible for him to keep up his serene demeanour for he had urges to face your friends as equally disgusting and hurtful as they were to you. He had tears in his eyes, the sea green became glossy and difficult to view your scared disposition. On instinct, his arms shuffled to encircle your body and pull you in tighter against his chest while his chin rested atop your crown. Basking in the ongoing silence save your sniffles, the sound of the raindrops in the background created a rhythmic sound to cool your racing heart and breathing. The timely pita-patter of the crystal drops, kissing the earth and becoming one left a feeling of scepticism deep within your heart. All this feels too good to be true.

“It’s not the first time it happened…all through my life they would make subtle comments that were still hurtful,” you grimaced into his chest, already having adapted to the situation even though it stung, “…I wish they would stop but it’s okay—”

“—No it’s not! It’s not okay. Stop pretending that it’s not an issue when you’re being hurt! Your family and friends should never,” he cried grievously against your hair, “they shouldn’t hurt you because I don't, and I'm your family!”

You fell silent as he ranted.

“They say they love you but throw rocks at you! When I say I love you, I kiss all your wounds and lift you!” at this point, his tears cascaded down his face and gave him the image of a broken angel. “You need to cut them off—”

“—What?!”

“Yes! You don’t need them, you have me and my brothers and parents— we’re your family. We won’t hurt you, we love and appreciate you. Not like them…they…they’re jealous of you.”

…Huh?

“They can’t have what you have, so they hurt your insecurities,” it was then, his voice softened even though it still echoed pain, “they wish to have the happiness I’ve given you and the life you’ve accomplished, so they throw their knives and stones at you. And when you react, they cheer because they’ve won. They’ve broken you. You can't let them continue to win vanimelda.”

He gave your body a firm shake almost as if he was forcing his words to be engraved into your skin. But the action was followed by him altering his and your body off the floor. He cradled you in his arms as he knelt before rising to his two feet and stepping closer to the mirror. With tender care he set you down and removed the cloth that separated you both, casting it onto the bed. His hands with the utmost respect, ghosted over your skin to tilt your teary eyes to stare at yourself in the mirror.

And so he began to praise you, “Do you know what I see when I look at you? Perfection…elegance and grace. The love of my life who brings joy to my bleak world. The person I would do anything to make happy. I see strength and I see selflessness, your kind heart that gave me a chance at wooing you and loving me despite my uh… interesting manners. ”

You grinned.

“Let not your heart and mind be easily swayed by jealous and venomous tongues. I love your image, I love your body. If you were to lose weight and become smaller or gain and become larger, all that matters to me is your happiness… I want you to be happy. Do you understand me?” he praised with heaven and holiness in his voice. His face glowed the more he worshipped your body with admiration as well as his eyes. Tyelko was patient for once in his life as he awaited your feedback. He knew that your insecurity wasn’t going to go away all at once but, to achieve success, one must begin small.

“I know it’s difficult to see what I see, but the more you distance yourself from them, the easier you will see the perfection as I do,” his words were accompanied by a long, loving kiss to your skin. One that he normally did whenever he was feeling affectionate and annoying.

“You…” you started before you paused for an inhale, increasing your pitch as the rain poured thunderously, “you mean what you said? Everything? I-…I’m not unpleasant in your eyes?”

“You never were,” he confidently spoke while maintaining eye contact.

“Then I’ll…I’ll try my best,” you pitched up with what little courage you could find.

Gleaming at your fighting confidence, he felt his heart swell. That’s what he wanted to see from the start. “I like that, but firstly, why don’t we attend to your wounds and freshen you up, hmm? I got you that pretty dress you were eyeing in the showcase a month ago and I'd wish to see my magnificent love appearing exquisitely perfect as always.”

“You…You got me the dress? The green and gold one? But it’s only one size and I can’t fit—” your words were cut off by the silencing of his finger to your lips.

“—you will wear it to the Spring Festival with confidence and pride, and your friends and family can eat their hearts out because they can't look as breathtakingly beautiful as you,” leaning back, he turned your body around and guided you to the bathroom to freshen up, “now come, let us freshen up, try on that dress and have a hearty dinner. I know you didn’t consume breakfast and I can’t have you fainting.”

Tugging you along with a boyish grin he lifted you with ease to sit atop the counter while he made preparations for a warm bath with healing salts and oils. The entire time you observed his movements, smiling in your heart at how lucky you were to have him in your life, you felt a little more at peace compared to earlier. Maybe he was right, the more you focused on him, the less hurt you would feel.

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fandomscompilation · 1 year

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Life over death (The Darkling x Reader) Part Two

Fandom: Grishaverse

Pairing: Alexander Morozova x Reader

Warnings: guns, blood, fights, death, mentions of being captured

A/N: Second part of The Darkling fic! We're getting closer to the part where Reader meets Alexander. I'm so excited for this story, since I'm still figuring out how I want their relationship to evolve. But I can assure you I'll try my best to make Reader the craziest Grisha (if you can call it that) as possible. So enjoy this part and let me know what you think! Remember requests for characters from my masterlist are open.

Gif is not mine!

The snow was covering the tracks fast. Each step made it crunch lightly under the heavy boots. The quietness of the forest disturbed. One would try to keep quiet, unnoticed. But the young woman did not care if someone would see her. Her steps were calculated, a certain target on her mind.

She seemingly blended with the nature around her, but something didn't seem right. It felt like she was a part of it, but at the same time she was like a flaw that should not be. Her entire being seemed perfect, but it was borderline to being imperfect for that same reason. For there was no perfection in this world. And yet she was here, walking like she belonged everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

"Hey!" A masculine voice stopped her stride. "Who are you?"

She slightly tilted her head hearing his steps near her from the side. Her eyes fell on the man that was advancing in her direction with a loaded gun. She turned to face him and he raised his gun stopping. There was no words exchanged, no movement from her side, when the man crumbled to his knees. The gun slipped from his hands. His eyes were wide open in fear. Soon coughs filled the air, blood sipped through his lips. He grabbed at his throat in hopes of saving himself, a futile attempt.

She stepped closer. With each step more blood showed. His mouth, eyes, ears. And when she finally towered over him he was already on the brink of death. Her delicate hand grasped his chin to make him look straight into her eyes. Eyes filled with anger and pain, a gaze of an ageless murderer without an ounce of guilt. Her gaze was the last thing he saw before drowning in his own blood.

Seemingly unmoved she started to walk in the direction he came from. Her decision led her to the encampment she was looking for in the first place. She entered the clearing, standing just barely few steps from the first man. He sensed a newcomer turning with a raised gun.

"Do not move!" He shouted alarming the rest. They all stood to their feet. Her eyes slowly scanned their group. Eight men, guns raised and pointing at her. She smiled softly before stepping closer. "Stop or I'll shoot!"

The next step caused the first shot. But the bullet never hit the target. While the gunshot still echoed the bullet was hovering just inches in front of her heart. Her eyes moved slowly from the man to the bullet. A spark of fury light up her eyes and before more shots could be fired the bullet went back to the owner. Taking his life.

"Drüsje!" One of them spat out in disgust. It didn't seem to bother her though. The first move was made and while they were trained to kill ones like her, she was made to become the predator. It looked like an intricate dance with the way she moved around the men making them fall one by one.

She did not need weapons for her mind was enough to kill. Her powers reached targets making their organs explode, air sucked from their lungs, body dehydrated turning to bones and skin only. She seemed to wield all the powers needed to turn them into nothingness.

When the blood covered the ground turning everything to red she stopped in the middle of it. Her grey cloak was still untouched, she still looked like she merely went out for a walk.

She turned to face the group of people that were the only witnesses of her doings. They covered lightly when she came closer. She first kneeled in front of those that did not look frightened by her. Her fingers ran over their shackles making them break with the light touch. Soon the group stood looking to her and she ran her eyes over them. Beaten, dehydrated and broken Grisha that were once soldiers. She sighted deeply before nodding and leading them away from the camp. And they followed willingly even though they were finally free.

#fanfiction #writing #fanfic #grishaverse #the darkling x reader #life over death fanfic #alexander morozova #general kirigan #requests are open

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carlatsukinamistolemyhamsandwich · 2 years

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Demon!Karlheinz x Reader drabble

Before anyone asks, this isn’t technically set in the same universe as my ongoing demon!Shin fic but it is set in the same multiverse if that makes sense. Anyway it’s not really important to the plot so you guys can simply kick back, relax, and enjoy!

No serious trigger warnings for this one aside from one or two gory metaphors.

You knew the second you finished drawing the circle that the summoning was a mistake, but by then it was already far too late. Too late to do anything to stop the smoke already drifting through the hole you’d just ripped open in reality—and too late to do anything to stop the thing that followed.

He was just as beautiful as all the legends and ancient texts had said he would be, more so even. For as foolish a thing as it might have been, you studied the shape of him as the smoke started to clear, trying to find a single flaw or imperfection that would mean perhaps the thing you’d summoned was not quite the creature of legend he was supposed to be. You found none.

In fact if anything surprised you, it was how human he looked, even with the long, flowing white hair and burning gold irises, you weren’t entirely sure you’d have known what he was if you hadn’t been the one to summon him. It was only when he turned towards you, his shadow flickering in the candlelight, much larger and more monstrous than the being who cast it, that you realized perhaps what you were seeing was just a fraction of the whole. The lure of an anglerfish.

The demon before you had many names—Tougo, Reinhart, Lord of the Second Circle, Destroyer of the First House—but you knew better than to address him by any of them. You went to open your mouth and plead your case, but you made the mistake of looking up, directly into the molten gold eyes that were now locked on you.

It was like looking directly at the sun; like having a live wire jammed into your retina. It was what you imagined it must be like to look into the face of a god, all-seeing, all-knowing, all-judging.

All-powerful.

Your lips worked mindlessly as time seemed to stretch around you, as though it too was being bent to the will of the demon. It was only when he shifted, some pure white strands of his hair falling into his eyes, shielding you, that the spell was broken. From the sudden burning in your lungs, you could only conclude that you'd lost yourself so deeply, you'd forgotten to even breatheーthat you could have stayed like that, stale air curdling in your lungs until you'd dropped dead from it.

That discovery should have had you surging forward to destroy the circle and send the demon back to the depths of hell where he belonged. But there was a reason you’d committed the sin of summoning a Lord of Hell, and there was no room in you for regret now.

Once more you went to speak your case, but you were cut off as the demon raised a lone finger, a clear command for you to be silent. You followed it, the movement having drawn your attention to his hands. For a second, you thought he was wearing a pair of white gloves, in keeping with the ostentatious suit and cape that covered the rest of him. It was only when you caught the yellow-orange candlelight reflected in the pale surface of his fingers that you realized the things covering his hands were not gloves at all, but gleaming white scales. A lone hint of his true nature beyond the writhing mass of his shadow.

You thought perhaps the discovery should disgust you, but instead you found it hard to tear your eyes away, to stop thinking about how those inhuman hands would feel against your skin. It was only when he spoke that you snapped out of it, training your eyes on his lips instead, finding them full, sensual and without flaw.

“There is no need for you to explain your circumstances to me mortal, I could hear your plea in the call of the circle. I know the root of desire in your heart and it is well within my power to grant what you seek. The question, however, is what it is you think could persuade a Lord of Hell to lend themselves to your service?” His voice was both young and old and full to the brim with the same magic that swirled at his feet. You could feel the words in the air around you, circling, just waiting for you to utter the sentence that would bind you until your death. And potentially beyond it as well.

You took a deep breath.

“I’m not so deluded to think there’s anything I, in particular, could offer you, but,” you risked a fleeting glance at his eyes, trying to find a single scrap of human emotion that would at least give you the faintest insight into what he was thinking. There was none. You swallowed before continuing, “but you must have already known that when you responded to the summoning, so I assume you already have something in mind and this is some sort of test to see if I’m worth your time.”

The corner of the demon’s lip curled, just slightly. His expression didn’t resemble anything close to a true smile—it was too put together, too much the image of someone who understood the purpose of a gesture but not the emotion behind it.

“You seem very sure of that fact, and I will not deny there’s some truth in it, but I am a little surprised you have not even attempted to bargain. You realize your wording just now has ensured I could ask anything of you and you would have to agree to it?”

The magic in his words, in the air, tightened around you—a jaw trap waiting to slam shut at a moment’s notice. The feeling made you want to run and rip yourself free of the invisible bonds, but you stayed put, all too aware that you were in too deep to do any such thing. You could no sooner dispel the binding magic than you could claw free from your own skin.

“I wouldn’t have summoned you if I weren’t prepared for the consequences. I’ve thought this through and I have too little time left to find another option—which I’m sure you’re already aware of. I don’t see any point in drawing this out by trying to barter for some small concession.”

The demon was silent for a moment, studying you in a way that made you feel like a single cell under the watchful lens of a microscope.

“You’re unusually pragmatic for a human,” he mused, resting his forefinger against his lower lip. “Most try to appeal to some sense of sympathy they’ve fooled themselves into thinking I possess, but you—yes, I can make use of you.”

You let out a breath you hadn’t known you were holding. At least whatever happened now, whatever awful fate awaited you, you could go to it with some small sense of peace in your heart that he’d do what you asked.

“A formal agreement might not be necessary but I dislike leaving holes in my deals. So human, you agree to do whatever I shall ask of you, and in exchange I shall grant your deepest desire, regardless of whether you still walk this Earth to see it realized?”

“I do,” you said, and the instant the words left your mouth, you felt the magic start to burn and sear, tightening to the point it choked you. Wavering in your vision as you struggled to breathe, you could just make out a dozen, thick linked translucent chains burying themselves into your skin, all leading to a faint band around the demon’s wrist. The burn faded after only a moment, but it was replaced with a heaviness that was foreign to you, and when you shifted slightly in your position on the floor, you could swear you heard the faint clink of metal on metal.

The Lord of Hell did not move, looking almost pleased but without any real warmth in his expression.

“Even if I had only accounted for three before now, I knew there was something missing. It shall be most interesting to see how the addition of human blood will affect the experiment.”

“Accounted for three what?” you asked, doing your best to shove down the prickle of fear you felt at the mere mention of him having a use for human blood. You’d known your fate would not be pleasant, there was no sense in acting like a coward now.

“Wives,” the demon said, still towering over you. “And my first command to you, is that you shall become my fourth.”

For the briefest second, you swore you must have misheard him, and in the time it took for you to process the words, the demon you would soon come to know as Karlheinz waved his hand. A shudder ran through the floor beneath you before the whole gave way entirely with a sickening crack, the warmth of hellfire licking at your ankles in its absence as you hung suspended in the air for a heartbeat.

And then you began to fall.

#I don't think anyone particularly cares about the intricacies of my AUs but there is a reason why neither Karl #nor any of the Sakamaki or Mukami brothers have been mentioned in The Demon Prince #it's a bit of lore that isn't plot relevant to anything so it's not going to come uo #*up #but I thought it was nice to be able to nod to it here #I hope you enjoyed demon!Karl #Karlheinz #diabolik lovers #Karlheinz x reader #I still don't really get the thirst over the ketchup man tbh but I did enjoy writing this #apologies for any errors but I wanted to get this posted tonight and it is now bedtime for me

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in-amor-veritas · 1 year

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At one point way back when before s2 and before I was finished with Footprints I had started the idea of a gender swap au. And then I wrote this. Checking the document it says it was created September 24 2022 and I know I’ll never finish this but I kind of just wanted to put it here for fun because I had an idea for a gender swap oneshot (nothing related to this) but enjoy i guess? (Reading through this it was so chaotic who was gender swapped but at the time I wasn’t sure how I wanted to do it and I was just going with the flow.) it’s not that serious anyway 💜 I lovingly referred to this as the “girlfriends au”

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She watches as the water drains down the sink, swirls around the marble basin before disappearing from view. It’s transfixing in a way, grounds her and helps her focus on anything but the noise that was waiting for her outside.

Wilhemina looks up at her reflection in the mirror and frowns. Despite her camera ready appearance, there’s always something wrong. Her hair has been styled meticulously, with soft waves that settle on her shoulders, and her makeup has been carefully applied to cover the imperfections of her skin and to bring out her features for the cameras. There’s not anything noticeably wrong in the face that looks back at her, but she sees the flaws all the same.

There's an anxious lurch in her stomach when she thinks about what’s happening in the next few hours. She is being taken from Drottningholm with Minou and whisked off to The Royal Palace in the city where she has to give a speech.

It’s stupid, so stupid because why should she have to say anything? She didn’t even do anything wrong, it’s not her fault that anyone with a phone could take a photo and everyone could get the completely wrong idea.

The headlines come back to her and Wilhelmina needs to take a breath, bracing herself on the edge of the sink.

Party Princess’ Big Night Out

Party Princess Finds New Love Interest During Night Out In Stockholm?

Queen Disappointed at Princess Wilhelmina’s Racy Photos in Södermalm Nightclub

That asshole had grabbed her and kissed her out of nowhere and she was the one who was being portrayed as some kind of wild child in the media. Worse even still, she had to make a public apology for “making the royal house” look bad.

She had gone out with a group of friends from school to a new club in Södermalm and sure she had had a few drinks, but she hadn’t been drunk like the gossip in the media was reporting. That guy had been hanging close to them all night, had tried talking to her multiple times. She didn’t really know how to get him to leave her alone because as a Princess she walked a thin line between what she could freely say and do without causing some sort of incident, but he just hadn’t gotten the hint.

“Hey! get a picture of me with the Princess!”

She remembers his friend whipping out his phone, snapping photos and the guy grabbing her by the arm. She had tried to pull away but he had been drunk and insistent and at one point he had grabbed her by the waist and kissed her out of nowhere.

It hadn’t been a long kiss or particularly scandalous like the papers were reporting, but it was enough for several people to have gotten photos of it and make the rounds on social media.

She hates the picture, hates the way she remembers his clammy hand pulling the fabric of her dress up her thigh. Hates how satisfied he looked afterward. Remembers how he had winked at her and thanked her before he walked off.

And of course her mother the queen had insisted that she address it despite how mortified she was and how it made her feel sick to her stomach to even think about it.

“Princess Wilhelmina? We have to leave now.” She hears Minou’s clipped tone from outside of the bathroom. She swears the woman has gotten worse since getting pregnant, more insistent and constantly lurking behind every corner.

Finally she takes a shaking breath and looks at herself once more in the mirror, frowning deeply.

A sharp rap on the door makes her jump slightly.

“Okay I’m coming!” She tucks her hair behind her ears and grabs her things opening the door.

“We have to be at the palace before 2pm we are already late your highness.'' Minou taps her smartwatch and raises an eyebrow.

“Yes, I’m sorry, let's go.” She feels like her heart is in her throat.

In the car she listens to music, something fast and loud and angry that drowns out the noise and the sudden flurry of cameras and flashes that assault her once they arrive.

Before too long Minou taps on her shoulder and she begrudgingly pulls her headphones off to look over at her.

“Here are the notes for your speech.”

Wilhelmina frowns and takes the papers from her, briefly glances over the royal seal and the contents.

“What? You’re kidding right?” She looks up in bewilderment, eyes wide. “From now on my parents and I have decided that from now on I’m to join Hillerska Boarding school?”

She scans over the paper, completely taken by surprise. They hadn’t even talked to her at all about this, hadn’t even asked for her opinion. “I didn’t have any say in this decision Minou?!”

Minou fixes her with an exasperated look, “Just read what’s on the paper your highness.”

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Wilhelmina tries to ignore the flashes of the cameras as they file into the church, Augusta leading the way and her sister behind her. It’s small and stuffy and she feels so stiff and awkward as everyone stands to greet them and watches her with openly curious and intrigued glances.

She feels incredibly self conscious that they are all judging her, making assumptions about who she is and picking apart every tiny detail they can find in her appearance.

When they sit down and watch as the choir files into formation she sees a familiar face join their ranks.

Felix Ehrencrona smiles at her from where he’s standing, giving her a wave and a friendly smile which she returns.

Augusta looks over at her curiously, “You know him?”

“Well sort of. We went to school together, years ago.”

Her cousin's face looks surprised for a moment before it smoothes out into a smirk. “That’s Felix Ehrenchrona. His family is basically modern nobility. He doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to marry him.”

Erika looks over at her with an amused look, “Oh really now?”

Augusta flips her hair over her shoulder and grins, the expression reminds Wilhelmina of something predatory like a wolf, “Of course. You don’t think I can pull a guy like that?”

The rest of their conversation fades away as Wilhelmina retreats back into herself. She’s never been comfortable with these kind of conversations and she’s never really understood peoples obsession with dating or the opposite sex. Even when her friends would go on and on about which celebrities they liked or who was dating who and who was sleeping with who, she never really got it.

The choir director stood and raises her arms as the music begins.

A voice rings through the quiet of the church, so clear and smooth that it sends chills down the back of her neck. Wilhelmina’s eyes immediately search for the owner of the voice and land on the face of a girl with dark brown curls framing her round face.

Wow.

“Sorry but could you sing a little louder?” An older, blonde behind them interrupts sending a fit of giggles through her friends in the pews.

Wilhelmina sees the way the girl's lips twist into a frown and she feels a deep sense of embarrassment for her. But the girl doesn’t shrivel under their scrutiny, instead she squares her shoulders and Wilhelmina sees how her eyes harden in challenge as she raises her voice.

It’s so beautiful as it rises through the air, as it swells and dips and curves through the melody of the song. She can’t hear anyone but her. She feels herself smiling as she listens, enraptured by the captivating way the light from the windows soften the lines of her face and dip the edges of her hair in shades of amber gold.

Wow.

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#young royals #yr fanfic #yr fic #yr s1 #wilmon #gender swap au #I wrote this so long ago #it was a cute idea at the time #but never gonna finish it

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sttoru · 6 months

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Hi. ✌️ I'm writing this as I'm feeling very low, so I'm sorry if it doesn't really make sense, but I've been struggling with my body image lately. 😓😓

Tw: body image struggles, sadness, negativity, bullying, mentions of being underweight.

For some unknown reason, I've been feeling very unsatisfied with the way I look. I've been struggling to accept my face and body. I used to feel like this when I was like, twelve or something, and then it got better, but, sometimes, like now, I get hit by so many insecurities... 🥲

The beauty standard, for women, where I live is to be curvy (because people love having something to grab).

And I never cared about that until I started going to school and my classmates would talk behind my back about how I was way too thin, way too flat, way too boney, too underweight. About how nobody would ever want me. Saying that my skin was too ugly (because I have freckles and I'm always covered in bruises, my skin is very thin, so it's easy to be marked), that nobody would like to hold me because it would be like hugging a pile of hard uncomfortable bones and then they'd point out "imperfections" that I never even noticed - my stretch marks around my thighs, my asymmetrical nose, my uneven knees, my dimples, my big front teeth, etc.

Having your body trashed by others is so hurtful, even when it isn't directed to me. 😣 Why are these people judging other people on the way they look? In such a superficial way? They didn't choose to be born this way. They are just. There. Trying to live their lives naturally. Why does it bother people so much the way you look? And then they make you hate yourself too, because no one likes having their "flaws" and insecurities called out and made fun of. And the worst part of it: if someone else has the same "flaws" as you, you won't think it looks that bad on them. 😐

Growing up was hard, and I grew to, not love, but accept myself as me. Still, those words linger in the back of my mind. Those are the things I keep on thinking about before falling asleep, while shopping for clothes, while eating, while staring at the mirror. I hate that their words are affecting me until now. I hate feeling so miserable about how I look. Do you have any advice on how to love yourself? On how to heal better from years of receiving hate?

I hope you have a great day and I hope I'm not bothering you. 😅

hellloo! sorry for the late response, i was quite busy :< i’m also very sorry to hear that you feel like that and i surely hope that what i’m going to say helps you somehow. in any kind of way, hopefully.

if your struggles get unbearable, please contact nearby (mental) health care services or friends. remember that there’s always someone out there who care for you for who you are <

first of all, no one deserves to go through such a thing. it’s horrible — that people call others out on things they can barely have any influence on, like how someone looks. never ever should anybody comment on another ones’ looks. shouldn’t ever be considered okay.

unfortunately, nowadays it’s like its normal. i see it every day, people and especially women getting trashed by thousands of unwanted comments from both men and women about their body. being too fat, being too skinny, being too dark skinned, having stretch marks : it’s literally impossible to be a woman, like america ferrera said in the barbie movie (saying the latter assuming you are a woman or identify as one). people will always feel like criticising someone else’s body or face, no matter what you change or try.

there’s lots of reasons for that; some just like to project, others tend to focus too much on the beauty standards that are institutionalised into their brains due to all kinds of social media platforms. you also have some people who love to hate because they want to feel better about themselves; aka insecurities. if they see someone who they think is less attractive than them, they tend to instantly downgrade them to make themselves feel better. it sucks — really does. but that says a lot about them as a person (trash LOL).

so those people who said all of those horrible things to you when you were young, probably did it due to one of the reasons stated above. and let me tell you, all reasons stated above do NOT justify their harsh words. it’s childish and immature to say all those words to you — they’re immature and need therapy themselves to grow out of that mindset of needing to bring other people down.

thus i can promise you that the right (mature) people do NOT care about how you look. the healthy & healed people who learnt that harsh words can easily influence another’s mind for years on end, do not ever trash you for your looks or insecurities. EVER. nor do people who actually realise just how harmful beauty standards are to the average human.

it’s unfortunate that those weren’t the people who were around you during your childhood and i’m sorry for that.

i’m sure you’re just fine. i hope you meet people who love you for who you are, people who love you inside and out no matter what or how you look. there are people out there that i’m sure you’ll meet one day whom will help you heal those open wounds from your past.

but, you can’t just sit around and wait on those people to come heal you. at the end of the day, it’s your body, your life, your thoughts. it’s tough to heal alone — but that’s a good start. slowly starting to learn to love yourself again will bring you all the peace you need.

it’s not a quick journey, believe me. it’s gonna be tough, you are going to slip and fall, but remember that your future is in your hands. not in the validation or words of others: your future is yours and so is your life.

my advice on how to love yourself after all those draining years is to spend more time with yourself. i know it sounds harsh, but getting to know your mind and self can put yourself at complete ease. what can you do to improve your understanding of yourself?

- keep a journal. don’t have to write in it every day, but each time you want to vent — write in it. if you feel too lazy to write, let off your steam in your notes app. or too lazy to type? talk out loud to yourself or voice record it.

- reflect on your journal. think about your feelings — ask why? questions. search for the possible problems behind your feelings. dissect those problems and search for possible solutions.

example: you feel sad again, because of your remembrance of what others had said to you in the past -> accept the situation; understand why you feel the way you feel -> think of those people and realise and accept that they’re in the past and you’re living in the future (as impossible and harsh as that sounds)

your future is in your hands — your future is something that you can CHANGE. the past is unchanging, you can’t undo what they said. you can’t undo the experiences. once again, as harsh as that sounds. accepting and moving on is a life long process which starts with teaching yourself exactly that.

a fresh new start = a fresh new chapter in your life. in your future. your present.

- learn to live in the present. againnnn, sounds impossible, but it takes time to accept this. you cannot undo what has happened nor can you undo that it has influenced you. that’s why people HEAL: you heal from your wounds, you don’t undo them. why? because you can’t undo them. you get hurt and accept the pain and the fact you got hurt. then you can start the process of healing, which you can only do if you move forward.

try your best to not hang in the past and focus on the present and future which lays in your hands.

- whenever you think back to whom or what hurt you, consider the value of it for your personal growth. is it negative? think about it if needed, accept it, nod, shrug and ultimately leave it behind because it will not help you personally in the future; you have no need for that stuff that will only get in the way of your journey to love yourself.

think about it for as long as you need, but make sure the thoughts get left behind. if you do not accept and do not stop thinking about those negative things, they will stick for the rest of your life and only make it more unbearable. (i call it the TAM method: ‘think, accept, move on’)

i know it sounds impossible, but trust me, it works once you get used to it.

of course, it doesn’t always work. and it is not bad to sometimes be unable to, it’s a looooong progress and journey, but as long as you keep doing what i said above — it will eventually come to you naturally. (i hope.)

- self care days! or mental health days, they call it. take some days for yourself, where you do your favorite things and just try to relax the best you can. example; take a walk with some music on, draw, watch your comfort series etc. etc. to get your mood up!! do this weekly. i do it on fridays after school/work because that’s when i feel best. but its always up to you to choose when to do them (can just be whnever you need a break from life).

lastly, i recommend (if you are able to afford it) to see a therapist or psychologist. they can give you the necessary tools and advice to help with your problems properly. it can also help if you talk it out with someone.

i’m always here to listen more to you. always here to help. my dms are also open and i will try to respond asap. remember that beauty standards do not define you for who you are: everyone’s unique, special and beautiful in their own way.

i myself may not love myself or accept myself fully yet, but the more i realise why other people say or do hurtful things, the more i accept that life is always going to be that way. there are always going to be people who criticise you no matter what. it’s a harsh world we live in — a harsh industry with lots of people whom haven’t healed or have gotten out of their institutionalised toxic mindsets. mind you; some never do.

that’s why associating yourself with such individuals will only bring you down. learn to disassociate yourself from them and that includes anything they’ve said to you — leave them to rot away in their own unbearable and toxic thoughts. live your life. it’s yours and no one can change or lead it for you. not their words nor their actions can change your present and future; only if you choose to allow them to.

focusing on yourself and wanting to love yourself and grow as a person gives you autonomy and authority about your own life. take that path and remember that it takes time to heal & accept yourself <3

LOVE YOU!

#sttoru responds.#THIS GOT SUPER LONG BUT #let me know if this helps in any way even if its a crumb

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iceunhie · 5 months

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breathtaking.

summary. wanderer is breathtaking and you make sure to tell him that, as much as you can.

m.notes. established relationship; soft scara cries can you tell I'm so fucking in love with him it's so not funny anymore how do i live laugh love in these conditions, the 2am thoughts held me hostage

"you are so breathtaking."

you say, with all the fervor of a devotee, enamored. that's all you have to say to him, but wanderer feels as though you'd told him some world-shattering revelation with just a few words. there is a heavy silence in your shared home, but not for reasons you might think.

rumpled covers, silken sheets, soft skin against skin; you and the wanderer are entangled in one another's embrace, sharing the warmth as the morning sun dawns, purples and orange mixing into an enchanting blend of colors, watching as the sun rises in the horizon. it's peaceful, all you could ever want. the fact that he has allowed himself to be this vulnerable to you causes inexplicable affection you can't even begin to put words in to describe its depth.

there is no hat of his to shield his red cheeks, so he finds it suitable to hide his face in the crook of your neck. you play at the strands of hair at his nape, and gently trace the electro symbol he so greatly wishes to hide.

he bristles at the touch by instinct, years of betrayal in that mark's history showing like second skin, but he grips you tighter, a hand on your waist - feeling like glass that might break any moment as he calms down. the past does not haunt him any longer. not when you were there to soothe it all away. so he allows you to touch, to hold him like he's the world in your arms.

you caress his face, maneuvering him to look at you. he leans his face on your palm, nuzzling into it, close-eyed and at peace. serene. like a cat, you'd surmise later.

it's too much, he thinks. for you to have this much of an effect on him. for you to see such a vulnerable side of him. you're the unanswered wishes he's whispered in the wind; the tether he's longed for even before he knew you. it's all divine, your touch - you. wanderer doesn't think he should be deserving of it, but you seem to prove otherwise every single day.

"so beautiful." you coo, and his face heats in flames, hot under your touch. the non-existent void that is his heart aches unspoken. he welcomes it. "so lovely."

"don't say that." he stutters out, and damn it, he can feel it; the prickling feeling of tears on his face, and you find it suitable to press a kiss to his forehead, before brushing away the remnants of the droplets in his eyes. your kiss burns like a warm flame. "don't say it."

"why not? it's true." you muse, smiling at him. an angel he'd come to love, wanderer thinks. "i can't admire you?"

against his will, wanderer's lip trembles, lost for words. you take it as cue to brush a finger over it, then using both hands to hold his face in your palms. tender. soft.

you look at him as if he's the most fragile and precious thing you've held, and it leaves him starstruck, your look something he's ingrained in his memory since the moment you've bared it before him.

he doesn't need to breathe, but he does anyway; breathless at your proximity and just how much he's allowed himself to trust you, accept your care. it's the best decision he's made to date, it seems.

your faces are so close - and your eyes hold everything in them, iridescent twinkle in your eyes. he frowns. "you're exaggerating."

you hum, and you press your forehead to his. up close, wanderer can see the flutter of your lashes, every mark on your skin; every flaw, every imperfection. but he sees none of that, only you. in your entirety, it is you who is divine, not him. the air shared between you two is warm, and there's tenderness in your eyes that he's sure is being mirrored in his own gaze.

"i'm not. when have i ever lied to you?" wanderer scoffs at that, and yet the fondness in his indigo eyes leaves to touch your heart as he looks away for a moment, unable to bear the look you give him.

"you are." he argues, even when you both know it's not true. his face is coated in the color of fire corollas. you laugh, closing your eyes as you move your hands to intertwine them around his neck. he feels feverish, light-headed. "you're lying right now."

"mm, i wonder what would it take for you to believe me." your gaze is akin to those false stars in the sky, and unlike them, he'd be glad to stare at it all day, unwilling to tear his sight away then. incomparable. enchanting, because you are exactly that.

you can see him think over your words, your wanderer seemingly unhurried. there's still the remnants of pink coating his cheeks; you have a feeling that if you parted now, he'd only grip you closer.

"what would it take for me to believe you?" he repeats, and you can see it - the vulnerable him ebbing away, the normal, snarky countenance he so upholds returning. he grins at you, sharp yet still holding that vulnerable expression. playful, yet tender in the way you're only witness to. there's a hint of softness in it too, and the wanderer is lucent in your eyes. "i don't know. you tell me."

you sigh, dramatic enough that he raises a disbelieving brow. even when he looked at you like that, if he didn't outright say it, what was the point? "you're no fun."

but you indulge him anyway, bridging what little distance remains between you two. the kiss is nothing but sweet, despite his aversion for such things. your kiss is salvation; a steadfast reminder of your affection, and wanderer knows that you'd prove it over and over again if he doubted you. you always have, and always would.

and he'd let you.

"is that enough for you, kuni?" when you pull away, wanderer grips onto you, not wanting to part with your warming touch just yet. his blush reaches the tips of his ears, and the sight is adorable.

"n-not even close," he tries to say, but you know you've got to him. "you'd have to do better if you want me to believe you." he snarks, but its effect does little to deter your smile when he's looking a lot like a love-drunk fool right now. ah, so cute.

"i see." you say, shoulders sagging, a feigned expression of displeasure on your face. wanderer falters at your display, likely thinking he must've crossed you, that which he aims to placate. you hide your smile away from his view - he was truly so lovely.

"then..."

you cup his face in your hands again, and the wanderer lets you, though his face is getting redder by the minute. the smile you give him is mesmerizing, and he can't look away. he won't.

"i'd just do this-" a kiss to his forehead.

"again," then his temple.

"and again-" you shift to press your lips to the electro symbol at the back of his neck. "and again."

finally, you press a kiss to the side of his mouth. "until you're sure of it."

wanderer swallows, face burning, and you press your forehead against his once more. it's these soft moments known only to you that you cherish, unwilling to give it up, fiercely protective of it, and he may not admit it now, but you have a feeling wanderer feels the same. so for now, these tender moments is all for you to keep.

at your words, he falters, and kunikuzushi gives you a smile, and though faint, it's one that you'd swear to always keep close to your heart.

"i'll hold onto that, then."

(with time, he will return the sentiment wholeheartedly, unburdened by the shackles of his own doing. but now, you're content to hold him like this, and it's enough.)

@ MHIIEEE : do not copy, repost, translate or claim my work as yours.

i need the yellow basket to get this man and keep him in my arms fr (the musings of a simp) was debating posting this on his bday but nvm

#feeling sentimental as fuck rn i am so sorry #mhie's spirals #scara x reader #wanderer x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #wanderer x you #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche drabble #scaramouche fluff #kunikuzushi x reader #i want to hug him so bad while watching the sunrise sobs

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YET Editing V/S Retouching

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flaws -- B.B

pairing: Bucky Barnes x ! insecure reader

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warnings: angst and talk about body image, insecurities and a persons flaws.

summary: reader compares herself to Natasha as she see’s her and Bucky getting close. She think’s he doesn’t have feelings for her due to her not being perfect and because of her flaws but Bucky reassures her it’s not.

note: i hope this imagine isn’t taken this wrong way as me trying to romanticise someones insecurities. if i did please dm me or let me know so i can help fix it!! i promise i wasn’t trying to make anyone feel bad or anything and EVERYONE IS SO BEAUTIFUL IN ALL SHAPES AND FORMS and everybody is insecure about something and that’s completely normal but you are loved and you are perfect and you don’t need a man ( or girl! ) to tell you that. hope you guys enjoyyy

You loved being the reason he smiled or laughed.

Not that he would do it often, his face masked from the trauma he experienced. But when you were the reason he was happy, it gave you almost a sense of pride, but it was taken away from you.

There she was, Natasha Romanoff.

Her incredible orange hair that sat on her shoulders was eye-catching, her glowing skin and her full scarlet lips complimented her appearance tremendously.

You couldn't blame her. She was everything you couldn't be and everything you should be. Yet, the lump that rested in the back of your throat was difficult to ignore as you watched Bucky and Natasha interact with each other. A genuine laugh arose from the male, yet you could only wish you were the reason he laughed.

It wasn't as if you weren't friends with him. Hell, it seemed like a lot more to you. Maybe only to you.

You pulled your knees to your chest and hugged them tightly, watching the pair chatter among each other near the dining table as you reside in the comfort of the couch across from them.

Steve sat beside you, busy fixating himself on his new cellphone and playing around with the features.

You drew small circles on your knee to comfort yourself, ignoring the voice that was calling out to you.

"Y/n!" Your head snapped to your right, looking at a semi-concerned Steve. "Almost lost you there," He chuckled while you rubbed your eyes, gaining your full attention.

"How do you change the ringtone?" He innocently asked, poking his phone.

"Just go to settings and search it up." You told him, relocating your gaze to the pair. Steve hummed as he did what you instructed him. You sat quietly before you began to chew on your fingernails, thinking of every possible explanation on why Bucky would choose Natasha over you.

It almost felt as if you were being toyed with, one minute you'd be two peas in a pod, often being teased as one of the only people Bucky began to get close to other than Steve. On the other, he'd be flaunting off to every girl he would see.

"You know you should stop staring before you make it obvious," Steve whispered next to you, jumping at the sudden break in thought and looking over to a smirking man.

"Steve," You hissed, glaring at him, "before making what obvious?" You innocently asked, attempting to cover up the embarrassment you felt.

Steve shot you a knowing look and you felt your cheeks flare-up, "Shut up."

"I didn't say anything," Steve responded with a smug expression. You rolled your eyes jokingly before turning your attention to Bucky.

"You should give it a shot, yknow," Steve whispered.

You shook your head 'no', snapping your gaze to Steve, "Trust me," He said in a hushed tone. Looking back to Natasha, you couldn't help the sickening feeling as you watched the pair flirt with each other.

"What would he see in me that he wouldn't in Nat," You mumbled under your breath, not intending for Steve to hear.

"You wouldn't know," Steve cleared his throat, poking at his phone with a pleased look on his face. You tilted your head as you narrowed your eyes at him. Getting up from the couch, you had decided to leave to wallow in your sadness.

You made your way past the pair and you heard the silence that fell among them, their gaze darting holes in your back as you walked away from the room.

Ignoring the distant mumbling behind you, you made your way towards your bedroom. Locking the door behind you, you hadn't bothered to turn the lights on. You dropped on your bed as you felt a swarm of emotions hit you. Once mostly consisting of jealousy.

You took out your phone and headed straight to Instagram. You scrolled through for what could only be interpreted as hours before you paused on a single post that lied on your feed.

It was a picture of Natasha that was posted only a few hours ago. It was taken during Tony's infamous parties last night, one that you had skipped out on due to feeling ill. She sat on a red velvet couch, and she wore a skin-tight black dress that sparkled in the light. She held a drink to her mouth as her red straightened hair fell over her eye. You had noticed that Bucky liked the picture, and you felt the tears brim your eyes. Your grip holding the phone as if your life depended on it suddenly faltered as it fell beside your head, briefly missing your face.

Getting up towards the large mirror that was framed on the closet door, you noticed every imperfection on your figure. Your hands travelled to your shirt as you pulled it off your body, leaving you only in your bra and your negative thoughts.

Your eyes wandered to every flaw, the extra fat and skin on your stomach. The way your body wasn't the perfect hourglass figure. Your fingers traced over your stretch marks that lied on your hips, feeling the slight dent in your skin. Tears began to fall down your face. Your flabby arms and that your breasts wasn't the ideal type.

Sitting on the ground in front of your mirror, you hugged your legs tightly against your chest as you sobbed.

You couldn't fit the standards that were made. The more you looked and the more you scrolled, just end up bringing newfound insecurities. That was a problem you had faced many times during your life and you began to doubt yourself. You would rather be anybody else, feeling unfit in your own body, one that was especially for you. All you saw was what you should be. A happier person, a prettier girl, and a stronger Avenger.

You threw your shirt back on, making your way towards your bed. Lying your head down, you allowed yourself to think about nothing. Empty thoughts. Thoughts that had no meaning and brought you no use.

A knock on the door brought you back to your reality. Getting up, you brushed away the tears that stained your cheeks as you sniffed. Suddenly feeling exposed, you pulled your sleeves down to hide your arms before opening the door.

Your eyes widened as you saw a concerned Bucky waiting outside. His eyebrows furrowed upon seeing your puffy eyes and your red cheeks.

"Can I come in?" He politely asked, his eyes watching every move you made. You nodded, not trusting your voice.

You stood aside, allowing Bucky to slip into your room as you shut the door behind him.

You leaned against the door, your arms crossed against your chest as you waited for him to say something.

He sighed, not knowing where to start, his hands ruffling his hair. "Are you avoiding me?" He obliviously asked. You could almost laugh at how stupid of a question it was.

Your lips could only quiver as you attempted to respond to him. "What?"

"Doll, I don't know if I did something wrong, but you seemed pretty upset back there." He tilted his head and pressed his lips together.

You shook your head as you bit the insides of your mouth, "No, no, it was nothing." You muttered as you sat on your bed, staring at your palms.

"Doll, I know you well enough to know when something is wrong." He shot you a small smile.

"Do you like her?" You instantly regretted saying that, your insecurities creeping in again.

Bucky was taken back by the sudden question, his eyebrows raised in confusion. "Who?"

"Natasha."

"What, no. Where'd you hear that from?" He enquired.

You looked up at Bucky, tears glossing over your vision. "I've seen the way you look at her, Buck."

"No, Y/n. I've never liked her."

"You don't have to lie for me. I mean, what's there not to like. She has the perfect body, face and hair and-" You were interrupted by his sudden grasp on your hands.

"And you don't have those things?"

"I-I don't." You whispered.

"That's a lie, and you know it." His firm voice alarmed you as if you somehow offended him.

You got up and kept strong eye contact with him. "What are you trying to say, Bucky? Have you seen me?" You scoffed and started to point and poke around your flaws.

"There's nothing wrong with your body, doll." He said in a calmer tone, realising you were insecure about your body image.

"Bucky, you can just stop faking it. Go back to Natasha." You muttered, sniffing as you looked down at your feet.

"I don't love Natasha, Y/n! I love you, doll. I always have." He confessed, slightly panting as he raised his voice.

You stood still, finding it difficult to believe in his words.

"I love you and every part of you." He took your hands in his and planted a small kiss onto your knuckles.

"Then what about-"

"Forget about her, doll. I tried to forget about you through her. Steve told me." He looked up to your eyes, watching your reaction.

You felt the heat creep onto your face as you realised he knows your feelings towards himself.

"Do you really?" You asked, hope in your eyes.

He nodded, still holding your hand and planting small kisses. His kisses travelled up towards your arms as you felt a swarm of butterflies swarm your insides.

"I love your arms," he left a trail of kisses as he went further up.

"Your shoulders," he mumbled against your skin, a tingling sensation was left after every kiss as you felt yourself biting your lip in admiration.

He made his way towards your neck, loving the way you tensed under his touch. "Your neck," he kissed behind your ear as you bit back a moan.

You tilted your head, allowing him to move further, his lips moving alongside your jaw. He finally reached your lips and caught your gaze on his. His lips were mere inches apart from yours, you felt his breath fan over yours.

"Your lips," he whispered, his mouth slowly reaching yours as they gently kissed. Your lips dancing over his, enjoying the moment. His lips were soft against yours and he kissed you as if you were fragile, something to not be tampered with.

He slowly let go of you, his forehead against yours. "I love everything about you, doll. Don't doubt that and don't compare yourself to other women. You're equally if not more beautiful than them." He whispered, pecking you on the cheek.

"You'll realise your worth, Y/n." He kissed you on the forehead.

You felt better after Bucky had come found you that night. Your insecurities didn't go away, instead, you found them as someone else's treasure. And that made you feel better.

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a/n: man that last part has me embarrassed.

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t-lostinworlds · 3 years

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Twenty-Five (Tom Holland)

a/n: well, i haven’t posted a fic in a while and i’m scared asdfghjkl. anyhow, this was a last minute idea, a.k.a was written fairly quick so bare with me for it may be shit lol. hope you guys enjoy! oh, and happy birthday to this handsome man in a turtleneck!

pairing: tom holland x female!reader trope/genre: none summary: Tom unwraps his last gift for his birthday, from you. warnings: implied smut (18+), nothing detailed, will include a glimpse of dom!tom at the end. word count: 1.6k+ (short but sweet spicy)

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It's been ten minutes since you arrived back home from Tom's birthday dinner, a simple yet eventful night with friends and family. It was a given that the birthday boy was probably tired from all the fun and rowdy activities, add that to the fact that he'd been entertaining his guests the whole evening. But, with one last gift, it was also a given that your night was far from over.

You were nervous, there was no denying that. This was the first time you'd ever bought something like this, much less, show it to someone else. Despite being together for almost two years now, you hadn't really dabbled much into showing Tom a much more alluring type of clothing. But since it was a special occasion, you found no harm in giving your man a little surprise, a gift, as you might say. So of course you were nervous since this was going to be the first time that Tom will see you in something so...lacy, dainty, and well, sexy.

After checking yourself countless times in the mirror to make sure everything was right—with a few pep talks thrown in as well—you tied up your short, red, silk robe before finally coming out of the bathroom.

You found Tom sitting on your shared bed, still sporting his outfit of the night which was his tight, black turtleneck, biceps practically begging to be free with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. It was paired with his striped pants, one that was making his thighs look even more ravishing, inviting. He was looking handsome as always. His eyes were glued to his phone, fingers typing away, probably responding to more of his endless sea of greetings.

You silently made your way in front of the bed, fingers toying with the hem of your robe from the jitters. Taking in a few steady breaths, you tilted your head and said,

"Tom, go on and unwrap your last present for tonight."

"Huh? What present—oh," Tom cut himself off, eyebrows rising once his gaze landed on you. He hurriedly put his phone away, even doing as much as putting it inside his drawer, and you could only assume he turned Do Not Disturb on as well, the eagerness written all over his face. His smirk grew wide as he stood up from his place, walking over to you with his brown orbs gradually turning a shade darker. His hands found themselves on your waist once he was in close enough proximity, squeezing it tenderly. "Is my present under that robe?" he asked, voice falling down an octave.

"Maybe," you said with a shrugged, a feign innocent smile playing on your lips.

Tom shook his head. "I think I might need to sit down for this," he chuckled deeply, settling himself on the foot of the bed, spreading his legs wide so you could stand in between.

He kept his eyes locked with yours as he twirled the tie of your robe around his fingers, smirk only growing wider once he saw you swallow the lump in your throat. With how close you were, he could probably hear how your heart was beating so loud. Tom always found pride whenever he earned any reaction from you by doing absolutely nothing yet. It was very smug of him, but Tom being confident and in control will never fail to be so damn attractive, who were you to complain?

Agonizingly slow, he undid the ribbon, eyes never leaving yours even until the fabric had loosened around your body. Then, Tom reached up, fingers slipping underneath the silk, touch unhurried as he gently pushed it off your shoulders. The smooth material slipped down your body with ease and pooled at your feet, Tom still holding your gaze but only for a moment. With a deep breath, his orbs flickered down, features befalling with awe, his jaw dropping as he cursed,

"Fuck."

It was a simple, red, 3-piece, lingerie set. The garter and lace detailing covered so little but enough to still leave something for the imagination. It was hugging your body in all the right places, accentuating your shape in the most flattering of ways. The set was practically see-through yet the fabric was still cut out in certain areas to show even more skin. There was a ribbon right on top of each bra strap and then a matching one right in the middle of the hem of your panties.

"Absolutely stunning, you are," Tom marveled, almost like a gasp, hands wandering from your shoulders, down your arms, curling around your waist before proceeding down your thighs. His touch was laced with utter worship and praise. Add that to the way he was gazing you up, your nerves were quick to be replaced with confidence. You giggled softly, cheeks flushed as Tom did nothing else but caress your flawed skin amorously, making sure that there was nothing left untouched. His eyes were roaming just the same as if he was being extra sure that he wasn't missing a single detail, both on your perfect imperfections and the lace alike.

"You like it?" you asked.

Tom scoffed, shaking his head as he looked up at you with much adoration. "Like is a massive understatement." Squeezing your waist, Tom let you go as he leaned back on his arms, now all sprawled out with a wide smirk. "Step back a little, darling, I want to see all of you," he drawled. And you did, walking back a few steps so he could get the full scope. Tom shook his head with a low groan, "Fucking gorgeous."

"Now, give me a spin."

You laughed timidly but did so anyway, nothing but hums of satisfaction and appreciation coming out of your man as you did a full 360. Once you were facing him again, you found him with his head tilted far to the side, bottom lip caught between his teeth as his eyes stayed down to which you assumed was ogling at your backside. Your assumption was swiftly proven right when Tom threw in another request.

"Turn to the side a little, sweetheart," he asked, not at all trying to be discreet as to where his eyes were glued. With the confidence brewing in you, you posed for him sideways, chin on your shoulder as you flashed him a charming smile. Tom bit back a groan, admiring you from head to toe, shaking his head and blowing out his cheeks once he did so. After a few moments, he met your gaze again with nothing but a proud and satisfied look on his face. "Difficult decision," he pondered, a soft hum with his voice all deep.

"What?" you giggled.

"I can't decide if I should rip it off of you immediately," Tom paused, tilting his head at you with a knowing grin as he continued with a guttural tone, "Or fuck you while it's still on."

You bit your bottom lip to suppress a whimper, thighs instinctively pressing together which only earned a low chuckle from you man. Yet with your newfound confidence, you took a breath, a soft sigh as you ran your hands slowly, teasingly over the lace repeatedly. Tom's eyes followed your fingers, brown orbs coated with much hunger and lust.

"Well, don't rip it yet. It's new," you hummed, pouting at him sweetly before you shrugged. Toying with the garter of your panties, you added, "Then again, you are the birthday boy, you can have your way however you may please."

Tom's eyes snapped back up to meet yours. There was a flicker in his orbs, like a switch, and that was when you knew he caught on that your words meant more than just the lingerie.

"The latter then," he concluded, sitting up straight before his hands patted his lap, beckoning you closer. "Come here."

You walked over to him slowly, making sure to sway your hips sensually, which made Tom shake his head at you with a low groan. Once you stood right in between his legs, you lifted a hand to grab his shoulder for support, ready to straddle his lap. That until he caught your wrist midway into the air.

Tom shook his head no, tutting with a menacing smirk. He brought your wrist to his lips, giving it sweet, chaste kisses before he slowly guided you to where exactly he wanted you. You felt your insides churn when he simply said, "On your stomach, my love."

With a sharp breath, you did as told, situating yourself on your stomach, your body sprawled right across his thick thighs. You shivered once Tom ran his fingers down your spine before tracing the fabric that hugged your body so delicately that it may have seemed like he wasn't even touching it at all. He was silent, merely admiring, and dare you say it, enjoying his view. If the certain hardness that was poking your stomach wasn't a dead giveaway, then the way he was breathing heavily, would. Yet once he spoke again, you felt your whole body fire up, every inch of your skin tingling with utter fervor and excitement.

"How old am I again, darling?"

You gulped. It was rhetorical, but an unanswered question could only do more harm than good for you.

"Twenty-five."

Tom only hummed in response. There was no use for words anyway when you felt his warm palm smooth over the supple flesh of your ass that was exactly in his line of sight, exposed for his and his sight only. Yet in contrast, the cold metal of his Rolex on your skin emitted another shiver from you, a shaky breath escaping your lips soon after.

Tom chuckled proudly at your reaction, a few seconds of silence floating over you both before a sudden, sharp smack rang in the air.

Your body jolted in utter surprise. The stinging sensation immediately covered your cheek at the harsh impact, starting from where Tom's hand once was before the heat spread to your very core as you breathlessly moaned,

"One."

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jazz-miester · 3 years

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Rhapsody

Pairing: mtmte Megatron x Reader

Reader type: Female Human

Song: nfwmb - Hozier

Warnings: Alluding to smut. Short but sweet.

An: This was originally going to be a part of an original story but hey. Here ya go. Let me know what you think!

Nothing tastes quite as sweet as her honeyed lips. Soft against mine as we speak in the moonlight. Her body on mine. Twined together like vines on a castle wall.

I can only pray for her love. Sweet like wine and smooth as whiskey. She draws me in like no other. Her words dripping past her lips. Filling my chest till it bursts.

Her name is on my tongue. My muse for a sinful art. Hands on curves, bruising skin for her pleasure. Blossoming like flowers on green earth.

Preaching like a man at the alter. Exchanging sins for bliss. My lips on her. Trailing, teasing trembling limbs. One sinful priest revered by one faithful follower. In love, in death. To the soft green on earth.

Her cries are that of rapture. Brought forth and remade. She is a coveted beauty. Glowing skin haloed by moonlight. A crown sits on her brow. Her power over me.

Her hands are on my cheeks, drawing me upwards. I am led like a shepard's lamb. To feed, to slaughter, I do not know. This woman is god's greatest fear. Though she holds nothing but love against her breast.

She speaks her love on my lips. I cry out into the night. High and sweet is the sound. Like a lark to the sun.

"I am here! I am here!" It says. She answers with a force so great I am sent to my trembling knees. No God can save me now. I am lost in her. Forever condemned to serve her.

Such pleasure wrought by pain.

The figure beneath the covers moves. Baring skin to open air. Megatron stops in his writing. Watching the one he loves most curl beneath the blankets. Hair framing their soft face. Lips plumped and bruised from that nights activities.

His spark swelled at the sight of them.

He can't help himself when he reaches over. Trailing a large finger down their bare back. Pulling forth shivers as they mutter in thier sleep. He smiles. Brushing back loose hair.

"I love you. You know that?" His voice rumbles deep within his chest. He should have fallen into recharge hours ago. But after his love had fallen asleep he just couldn't help himself. He began writing with fervour he hasn't had since the start of war.

He brushes his finger along the length of their body. Over rounded hips and dimpled thighs. More than once she has voiced her dislike over her body.

Of the scars wrapped around her hips and chest. Along the gently rounded expanse of her stomach. She hated the dimples in her thighs. Or the crookedness of her teeth.

Primus.

He has never seen a sight like her.

He could go on forever about how he loves her.

He loves the strength of her body. The way it can carry the weight of everything she has ever had to hold.

The softness of her body. The way it draws you in with sensual swaying hips. Or the way it brings comfort to them all.

All of her imperfections. All her flaws. Primus he sees not one in her body.

Not one within her.

How he often wonders why she chose him out of any other. The one who willingly tried to take over her planet.

The only one who gets to see her bared like this.

Lips pressed to the most vulnerable parts of her.

Rhapsody.

That is what she is to him.

Rhapsody.

Died and brought forth anew.

A second chance for a mech who never deserveds it.

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maneskinrollercoaster · 3 years

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~ We’re Everything To Each Other That We Ever Needed ~

Pairing: Ethan Torchio x Chiara Russo (fictional character)

Word count: 2625

Warnings: very detailed smut, swearing

Summary: Ethan finds his soulmate.

She was sitting at the bar dressed in a black tight satin dress revealing her tattooed skin. Her hair were brown, long and curly. Black smokey makeup emphasized her beautiful dark brown eyes. Red lipstick made her lips look full and plumpy. Her cheeks slightly pink. She looked stunning.

- Girl, it’s so good to see you! I’m so glad you came! - Victoria said excited reaching Chiara at the bar.

- Oh my god Vic, hey! You look gorgeous! - she said hugging Vic.

- Let’s go, they’re all waiting for us. - said Vic grabbing Chiara’s hand and pulling her towards a group of people sitting in the corner of the pub.

Victoria along with Thomas, Ethan and Damiano decided to go celebrate the wrap on their new album Teatro D’Ira. She thought it’s a good idea to invite Chiara since they were friends for a while and introduce her to her band mates. They met spontaneously in a plane to Rome and for the whole flight they managed to get along with each other pretty well. When they arrived in the airport they exchanged numbers and became good friends.

- Guys! Meet Chiara, she’s the girl from the plane I told you about! - Vic said when they reached the table.

The second Ethan laid his eyes on her, he immediately felt his heartbeat going faster. She was gorgeous, probably the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. Her lips were full, eyes soft and cheeks covered in cute little freckles, not even mentioning her body, perfectly wrapped in a black dress. Ethan was intimidated but he couldn’t stop looking at her.

- Hey girl, nice to meet you, your tattoos are dope! - said a girl with black hair, she also had a lot of tattoos on her arms. She stood up and hugged Chiara. - I’m Giorgia - she said with a smile.

- Heyy, it’s so nice to meet you! - said Chiara sending Giorgia a warm smile.

Chiara looked around and saw three boys. The first one had slightly long dark brown hair and dark eyes, also a lot of tattoos. He was dressed in black jean shorts, black leather jacket revealing his bare torso and black Dr. Martens. Red choker on his neck.

- I’m Damiano, this is Thomas and that is Ethan. - said the tattooed boy and pointed on the other two introducing them.

Ethan. He immediately caught her attention with his long dark brown hair. He was wearing black tight jeans, black boots and red satin shirt. He looked really attractive. His jawline was sharp and his gaze was slightly intimidating. Chiara found him really handsome.

- Ciao, Chiara - said Thomas and Ethan bowed his head and smiled to her gently.

- It’s really nice to meet all of you. - Chiara said smiling.

- Okey all of u, treat her like your sister, she’s amazing! - Vic laughed - Now, let’s get you something to drink. - she said pushing Chiara on the leather couch next to Ethan and Thomas and walking away to the bar.

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The night was going well. Chiara talked a lot with Ethan who turned out to be really polite and gentle. He held his hand on her back and was smiling to her all the time. He was a bit shy and Chiara found that intriguing since she wasn’t a quiet kind of person at all. She was spontaneous, open for all the people, happy and smiley all the time and positive about everything. Ethan on the other hand was rather quiet than loud and mysterious at some point. He didn’t like big crowds, he was shy with meeting new people and preferred to stay alone at home or with his closest friends. Chiara was surprised that someone with such an introverted personality could be a crazy drummer of a rock band but she thought it was kinda cute. From their conversations Chiara saw that Ethan was very smart and responsible and she couldn’t get her eyes off of him when he was telling her about the way he first saw drums and immediately fell in love with them.

- So you write music? - Ethan asked Chiara lighting up a cigarette.

They went out to the little garden outside the pub to breathe some fresh air and take a break from all the loud music and scent of alcohol.

- I used to write lyrics yes, I started when I was 16, there was a lot going on in my mind and I didn’t really know where to put all my emotions so I started writing songs. - Chiara said, remembering all the words written on the paper at 3 am in a hotel room when she had nowhere to go and no one to talk to.

- Maybe you’ll show me sometime. - he looked at her smiling gently

- Maybe, I’ll think about it if you share a cigarette with me - she laughed, poking his arm jokingly.

- Oh, you smoke? - he asked, raising his eyebrows.

- Surprised? - She said, sitting at the bench near the tree.

- Yes, I didn’t really expect you to smoke, but here, let’s share - he said blushing.

Ethan was looking at her closely when she wrapped her lips around a cigarette and inhaled the smoke. He was mesmerized. He didn’t know if it was from the alcohol that he drank but she was turning him on with every possible meaning of this word. He found it hard not to look at her when she opened her mouth to let the smoke out. She was seductive but on the other hand sweet and kind and he didn’t know if he wanted to kiss her gently or take her to the bathroom and tear her dress off from her body.

- Let’s go inside, Vic is going to get nuts - Chiara laughed finishing the cigarette, grabbing Ethan’s hand and pulling him towards the entrance.

*a few months later*

Their friendship wasn’t like any other you would see. Honestly, they both didn’t know what they were to each other. They spent every minute together, they laughed, they cried, they argued, they kissed occasionally, but both of them couldn’t figure out what they felt towards each other. Ethan cared for her like for his little sister, he supported her in good and bad and he did everything to make her happy, but sometimes when they were alone in the house they were completely crazy about each other and they couldn’t stand a minute without kissing or touching. He couldn’t stand her having a friendship with other boys and she always scared off every girl who was trying to get to know him. Chiara knew that something was between them, she felt this special bond, connection that she’s never felt with anyone. He understood her in every way possible, he saw her flaws, her imperfections and he still managed to make her feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. They talked many times about their unique friendship but in the end they both didn’t know how to name it.

- Hey, amore mio, what are you doing here alone? - Chiara stepped inside Ethan’s hotel room.

It was the night Måneskin won Eurovision and all of them decided to go to hotel’s private club and celebrate their huge success. They were all having fun, dancing to their own songs, taking pictures and crying from all the happiness. After a while though Chiara noticed that Ethan was nowhere to be found and she got worried so she went to find him. She knew he didn’t like too much partying but since it was such a success she thought he will want to celebrate all night.

- I was so overwhelmed with all the feelings, I needed to be alone for some time. - he said peacefully laying on the bed.

- Do you want me to leave? I can come back in some minutes - she said, standing in front of him and sending him reassuring smile.

- No, no. - he said - Come here - he held out his hand to her suggesting that she should lay down next to him.

She took off her heels and laid down in his arms, putting her head on his chest.

- Are you good? - she asked, stroking his chest with her palm.

- Yes, amore, don’t worry. - he said kissing her forehead.

- I was just surprised you went so fast, I thought you’d want to celebrate all night, I mean, winning Eurovision is a huge success - Chiara said looking up at him.

- It’s not like I’m not happy - he chuckled - I was just overwhelmed and I felt a bit lonely to be honest, when they all were hugging each other and congratulating everyone I was going through everything by myself. Yes, you were there with me but I mean Vic, Thomas and Damiano, they were all crying together and hugging and everything and it looked like they completely forgot about me. - Ethan said with some sadness in his eyes.

Chiara’s heart ached. She didn’t know Ethan felt lonely, she would never think he would feel like they forgot about him. Her eyes got teary, she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly.

- My babe, I’m so sorry. - she whispered into his ear. - I didn’t know you feel that way. - she pressed her face to his neck hugging him even tighter.

- Don’t worry, Chi, it’s all good, they probably didn’t do it on purpose - Ethan said stroking her hair with his fingers.

She pulled away and looked at him. He was stunning. She slowly leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on his lips. She knew he needed her to be there for him and make him forget about all the misunderstanding. Ethan smiled to her and pulled her to another kiss. That one was more passionate, messy. He grabbed her back and pressed her body closer to him, cupping her cheek with his hand.

Ethan started slowly pulling down the straps of Chiara’s dress and she started unbuttoning his shirt. She sat on his lap and wrapped her legs around his hips. He grabbed her neck and squeezed it a little, then he pulled down the zipper on her back and her dress fell down revealing her naked breasts. She pulled him closer and took of his shirt throwing it somewhere on the floor. She put her palms on his chest and then went down on his stomach. He let out a quiet moan and she looked at him chuckling, but with so much desire in her eyes. They were both looking at each other for a second and then Chiara started unzipping Ethan’s pants. He stopped her though pulling her closer to him. He kissed her cheek and after a second pushed her lightly off of him and stood up standing in front of the bed. She sat down, opening her legs so he could stand in front of her. She looked up at him, touched his stomach and went lower slowly, pulling down his pants along with his boxers. She sighed when she looked at his erection. Ethan gently pushed Chiara back on the bed and pulled down her dress. He started kissing her neck and she let out a loud moan. She wrapped her fingers in his hair and started tugging them. Ethan went lower and lower with the kisses and Chiara looked at him with her mouth slightly opened. He grabbed her lace thongs with his teeth and slowly pulled them off.

- Ethan.. - Chiara moaned throwing back her head on the bed.

He then grabbed her thighs and started kissing her up and down. She felt overwhelmed. So much pleasure went through her body and her blood was boiling in her veins. He licked her up and looked right into her eyes, checking if she’s okey. She couldn’t stand him playing with her like that so she grabbed his neck and pulled him up. He was right in between her thighs. She kissed him desperately and stroked his cheek.

- Please, fuck me. - Chiara said looking deeply into Ethan’s eyes and he couldn’t believe his ears.

He pushed her on the bed, turned her around so she was kneeling in front of him from behind. He grabbed her hips and slowly but gently placed his erection in front of her entrance. She could feel his tip inside her and when he thrusted himself all the way in, she moaned loudly from pleasure.

- Are you okey, amore? - he asked politely leaning in to her ear.

- Yes.. - she moaned.

He then started going in and out a bit faster but still gently so she could adjust to his size. He let out a deep moan and grabbed her neck squeezing it firmly.

- Ethan.. oh fuck - Chiara moaned grabbing the sheets.

- You’re so fucking gorgeous - he sighed, harshly squeezing her hips.

They were moaning each other’s names and Ethan’s pace went faster with every thrust. They were both in heaven. Suddenly Ethan grabbed Chiara’s neck and pulled her up. They were both on their knees, her back pressed to Ethan’s chest, her head laying lightly on his shoulder when he was thrusting inside her even harder. He could feel her walls slowly clenching around him and he was also close to reach his orgasm. Chiara could feel his erection twitching inside her. She grabbed his arm for support and she knew she’s gonna reach her climax any minute now.

- I’m close - she moaned loudly.

- Me too - Ethan sighed wrapping his one arm around Chiara’s waist and the second grabbing her face and kissing her. She bit his lip and pulled away moaning.

They were all sweaty and desperate. The only thing that could be heard in the room were their moans and a sound of their skin hitting against each other. Chiara was moaning Ethan’s name without stopping and he was whispering dirty words into her ear. And suddenly they both felt everything collapsing, they came together, moaning each other’s names. Chiara’s walls clenched around Ethan’s erection and she felt his warm sperm spreading inside her. Ethan pushed her gently down on the bed and thrusted inside her a few more times before pulling out.

They both collapsed on the bed next to each other, holding hands and breathing heavily. Ethan wrapped his arm around Chiara’s waist and pulled her close to him, hugging her tightly. She pressed her face to his neck and put her hand on his chest, wrapping her leg around his hips. They were laying like that for a couple of minutes, enjoying each other’s embrace.

- Ethan? - she asked quietly.

- Yes Chi?

- What are we? - she asked, drawing circles with her fingers on his chest.

- We’re eternal lovers, amore. We’re soulmates. We’re everything to each other that we ever needed. - he said kissing her forehead. - And I’m sure of one thing now, Chiara. I love you more than this world has ever seen. - he said.

She looked up at him shocked that he actually just said that. He was smiling widely, pure happiness in his eyes.

- I love you too, Ethan. More than you could ever imagine.

She laid back on his neck still drawing circles on his chest. For the first time in a long time they were both sure about each other and happier than they’ve ever been before.

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