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hitomisuzuya · 1 year

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Happy Valentine’s Day! I hope yours was better than mine. Break ups SUCK

Can I request nsfw with Dottore, pantalone and Childe with fem!sub reader?With degrading, manhandling, aphrodisiac usage, brat taming, choking, and just in general anything rlly mean n rough. Like, Scaramouche, you betrayed the fatui, you thought you’d be safe in ur hiding spot but then they found you. And thought u a lesson. If you can’t remain loyal to the Tsaritsa, there’s one thing ur good for, being there cocksleeve! But this time, you physically cannot escape

a/n: I'll be frank, I bumped your request ahead of the ones I have left in my inbox when I saw it. (Sorry everyone, I feel a little bad but I will do this every single time if it means I can cheer someone up after a breakup.) Break ups do suck so much. Especially if it happened on Valentine's Day😔 I hope this makes you feel better. I went all out for you. Please feel better.

Dottore x fem! reader Childe x fem! reader Pantalone x fem! reader. Smut. Sub!reader. Use of an aphrodisiac on Dottore's part. Degradation in all parts. Brat taming and choking in Pantalone's part. I didn't hold myself back while I wrote this. I apologize if made anyone uncomfortable.

Dottore couldn't help but reflect on how foolish you were. You'd left the house you were hiding in after betraying the Fatui, obviously having let your guard down because the door was unlocked.

You may as well have set yourself up by leaving a half filled glass of water on the table. The aphrodisiac he poured into your drink was tasteless and odorless. Dottore had purposely made it that way. You would have no idea it was mixed in with the water.

Sloshing the water gently so as not spill it, he retreated in your room to lay in wait. You would no doubt be back anytime now, not wanting to stay out too long.

You sighed heavily when you closed the door behind. You could add one more day to not getting caught. Or so you thought as you gulped down the rest of the water. After awhile, however, you started to feel lightheaded, your cheeks felt flushed, your heartbeat was beginning to speed up. You thought for a moment that you might be getting sick, but you could feel yourself suddenly getting wet.

"Ah, it's finally starting to take affect," Dottore said, revealing himself when he opened the door. The look of horror on your face was chef's kiss exquisite to him.

"W..what have you done..?" You slurred slightly.

"Don't act so surprised, slut. Everyone in the Fatui knew we fucked more a few times. Her Highness knew exactly who to send to find you," Dottore replied. Grabbing your arm, he yanked you up out of the chair. "Don't kid yourself, we both know you loved every single second of it."

"What are you going to do me?" You don't know why you asked him that. He wasn't lying. You were already instantly compliant as he held you firmly against him.

Grabbing a handful of your hair, Dottore forced you to look up at him. "Her Majesty demands loyalty. Until you realize that, the only thing you are good for is serving as my cum slut."

Unbuttoning your pants, Dottore pushed your damp panties aside, he pressed his thumb against your clit, slowly rubbing it. Your moan was loud. Your hips jerked up against his hand. The aphrodisiac was already making you feel sensitive, so much that it made you dizzy.

Dottore laughed at how pathetic you sounded. "Hmm, judging by how wet you are, it seems like you want me to drag you back to beg for forgiveness in front of The Tsaritsa," he plunged his fingers inside of your needy cunt. His pace was brief, but ruthless, going just long enough for your moans to make him even harder.

You yelped when he tore your clothes to absolute shreds before stripping himself. Throwing you down on the bed, he flipped you over, pumping his hand on his cock before he thrust himself inside of you, immediately bottoming out.

You barely had time to tightly grip the sheets before he starting pounding into you. The way he was gripping your hips was guaranteed to leave bruises. Unfortunately (or was it?), you didn't last long under the spell of the aphrodisiac.

A scream of pleasure tore from your throat, your release flooding onto his cock. His pace didn't relent. Grabbing your hair again, he yanked your head back, leaning in to say in your ear, "You were going to serve your purpose either way, regardless if you can quietly back to the Fatui. Now scream for me, you dumb slut."

(First time writing Pantalone so please bear with me a little.)

It had been easy to track you down. Pantalone had many connections being that he was the wealthiest of the Harbingers. All it took was a little Mora for someone to sing like a canary that they knew where you were hiding. You really shouldn't have been so trusting.

That was how you'd landed in the situation you were currently in, happily sucking on Pantalone's fingers as he pumped them in and out of your mouth. His other hand was on your hip, holding you place in his lap, ordering you not to move until he decided you could.

It was hard for you not to though, especially since his cock was buried to the hilt inside of you, and you craved at least a little friction. In a moment of brief defiance, you bit his fingers, trying to move.

His smile never left his face. He seemed completely unruffled by your bratty behavior. However, his degradation was harsh. "You know, I just may keep you for myself after The Tsaritsa grants you leniency. I practically bought you like a whore," he said, "You being my cock sleeve serves me much better than you going back out on the front lines."

Your breasts bounced as Pantalone began to thrust roughly inside of you. "You usually sub so well for me, you don't have be a such a brat this time. I'm going to enjoy taming you."

He wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezing, his cock hitting your sweet spot at a dizzying pace. Your screams of pleasure died in your throat as your oxygen supply began to dwindle, making your lungs burn. He only let go just a little to hear you cry out as you orgasmed. "That's right, my pretty whore. Fall apart for me like the sub that you are."

"You sound so pretty choking on my cock, girlie. It excites me," Childe said, looking coldly down at you, transfixed as saliva mixed with his precum pooled from the corners of your mouth.

With how eagerly you were sucking him off, Childe thought you wanted to be caught just so you wrap your lips around his cock. He smacked your hand back down onto his hip when you reached down to try and rub your clit. Pulling back because you needed air, you gazed up at him desperately.

"Please, Childe. Will you fuck me now? I'm behaving aren't I?"

Childe's tone was between a laugh and a scoff. "Did I tell you could stop sucking, slut? He snapped, pushing your mouth back down onto his cock, "and do you really think I would let you get yourself off? You are dumber than I thought. But what did I expect, you were always such a slut for me."

He thrust into your mouth, groaning when your throat spasmed on his cock when you coughed. "It didn't take long to suss out your hiding place either. You practically left a trail of breadcrumbs for me after you left."

You gurgled in pleasure when you heard his harsh words, making Childe burying his fingers firmly into your hair. "You'll wait until I am good and ready to use you however I please."

When he cummed in your mouth, he ordered you not waste a drop as you swallowed. You happily obliged him. He'd been your only sex partner in the Fatui. You only wanted to please him.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #childe #dottore #pantalone #childe smut #dottore smut #pantalone smut #fem!reader #sub female reader #childe x reader #pantalone x reader #dottore x reader

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dhaaruni · 5 months

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Hello! Sorry to bother you but I am just tired and I've seen some of your cool posts and I need to put this somewhere.

I think this website is the most insufferable place whenever it tries talking about women and misogyny. I am so tired. It's either "men are oppressed #notallmen #misogynyisntthatbad" or some of the most unwell TERF takes on earth.

I saw a post a mutual reblogged making fun of someone saying some bullshit about how asking for sources is useless because all science is peer reviewed by misogynistic men, and like while that's obviously very stupid people in the comment were denying misogyny in peer review could even be a thing. When I pointed out that yes it is a thing and women being a minority in science makes it worse my mutual blocked me.

I got anon hate saying I am a "stupid misandrist" because I said under a post that patriarchy oppresses women (not an exaggeration it was THAT tame). I got anon hate saying I am a "baby" and a "child" (I'm an adult) and that "I don't understand the world anyway" because I said the constant flow of posts only caring about men and saying women should never express frustration about being oppressed was hurtful.

I cannot take it anymore. I am so exhausted of this misogyny repackaged in progressive language. I cannot take the hundreds of posts with thousands of notes with a rebranded not all men rhetoric. Marginalized men aren't oppressed for being men but for being marginalized. Women are oppressed by men. It's not gender essentialist to say that it's just how it is structurally and I'm sick of feeling like I'm talking to people from the 1970s here but with a coat of gay veneer.

Like, it's not just your imagination, there literally is no feminist movement nowadays, and it's depressing.

Why does this tweet have almost 40k likes??

Anyways, I get how you're feeling but there's nothing else we can do except endure and go on and not give up. We don't really have another option.

#anonymous #answered #feminism

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catkin-morgs-kookaburralover · 4 months

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hullo, i'm the anon who asked about good people to ask about christianity, which i've actually been meaning to ask for a while .

i have a lot of questions, i think, but ultimately my biggest question is Why?

unfortunately i know thats a pretty massive question to just dump on someone but as someone who once believed and does no longer, i would really like to know what spoke to you in this faith (i know this is also a highly individualized question so .)

hi anon! are you asking why Christianity exists or why I believe?

I believe in God because there cannot be a world without God. Sorry if this seems simplistic but that's literally my response. Evolution cannot happen. It cannot work. Chance cannot come up with people. From a midwife's perspective, there are enough things in birth that have to happen just exactly so that I don't believe it's possible for chance to have made it, or small little changes over time.

I believe in the God of the Bible because the Bible fits together. It makes sense. It's the only book of its kind to ever exist, spanning multiple centuries and writers. And the God who is shown in that Book is someone I want to worship. There's a line in one of the Narnia books that I consider to excellently sum it up: "He's not a tame Lion, but he's good." God is good and wise and just and kind. He created the heavens and the earth and yet he still listens to me. There are coincidences that aren't coincidences that have shaped my life.

On a personal note, I believe in God because I am. I've written about it before, but short summary, I was born three months premature. My mother had been sick all pregnancy. I had so many issues that I should not have survived; it was touch and go for months. My doctor has said multiple times that medically, I'm a miracle. I've seen a summary of medical issues from my first couple of years and I stared at it like what. I shouldn't have survived, but because of God I did. Also, I'm chronically suicidal and depressed. The only reason I haven't killed myself yet is because I know God is with me. "Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, for thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me."

And if God is for us, who can be against us!

#christianity anon #<- will try and remmeber to put this tag on so that you can find it via tag #anon #ask #tw suicide #catkin was premature #<- ik ive used this tag before for ramblings about prematurity so if tumbl doesn't eat it you can find them maybe #Anyway hope this helps! others feel free to add onto this

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dual-fantasy · 3 months

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duncan is simultaneously the funniest fucking guy and super tragic to me. i think hes The Worst Ever because its a way of acting out against his dad. funniest shit ever and devastating. Everything about duncney as a whole leaves me in hysterics and also clutching my chest crying punching holes into the walls. he is killer phoebe bridgers to me. can the killer in him tame the fire in (various romantic partners he swore were the one then broke up with 2 days later). or is there nothing left to do for them. hes sick of the chase but hes hungry for blood. and theres nothing he can do. hes a dog motif in a really specific street dog way you just have to understand. in a wolf way, even. but in a rabid stranded starving way. he is the only heartbreaker as well btw. he'll be the loser in this game he'll be the bad guy in the play. eric is a duncney song but in a way you would not expect. it is the duncney duncan pov song ever actually. she can come closer he'll let her hurt him how she chooses. this view of her of the top of her head makes him forgive her. her skin cries a soft weep like his. his price how about just a part of her cause he wants. shouldve been me is THE duncney/gwuncan song ever. courtney pov. when she saw the girl looked just like her and it broke her heart the lengths he went to have her to get to have her. cause she hasnt given him what he needs. he wanted her but couldnt reach her. so he went into his memory and relived all the ways he still wants her. shes sorry it shouldve been her. thought ive had in my head for over a year. its literally Them. a loving feeling is the aleduncan 90th breakup song. theyre compatible but only behind closed doors. they mean a lot to me actually jsut like . In General duncan and duncan ships by extension are mitskipilled. mitskimaxxing, even. GRAVE DOG!!!!

frrrr you're so real but if im going to comment on Duncan I need to confess something. Ive never finished watching action. ive gotten to like ep 20 I still have literally never finished it. I know that he has a lot of moments in there but I haven't finished it for some reason. I understand you but also I'm not as insane. feel free to keep screaming about him because I completely trust your opinion . I'll probably finish action soon because you are dragging me into the duncan hellhole. I love characters who are so silly and stupid and also absolutely devastating if you think about it too hard. literally peak characters.

dog motif but in the way that he was abandoned by everyone because they weren't aware he was actually a wolf. he keeps finding new homes but he gets kicked out after a day. he's rabid and scary and he's desperate for a secure home, but he can't admit that because it goes against his nature. everything hes ever known.

I love duncney too btw. Courtney is such an interesting character to me but I cannot put it into words. I love her though. absolutely love her. she's so complicated and nuanced. Courtney is for the intellectuals (joking). same with gwuncan.

also I'm insane about aleduncan. not to be kind of basic but they're everything to me. they can only be with eachother if they're alone. insane about them

I don't have any song recommendations bc school has been fucking my ass recently. moving to an online school while being tech illiterate is actually horrible </3 but your music taste is soooo good. actually top tier. real and genuinely incredible. he's mitskimaxxing, lushpilled, puberty2mogging. grave dog you're so real always

#im exhausted btw so this is. probably incomprehensible. just know you're so true #total drama #tdi #total drama action #total drama island #tda #td duncan #td duncney #td #🪦🐕

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moonmaiden1996 · 1 year

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Taming the Beast- We’re Here For Our Wife Part 3

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Despite your father being the Maester of Dragons you had only ever seen dragons from a distance dancing gently in the heaven above Kings Landing, your father had sent you home before you could even venture into the Dragon Pit. You had hated your father for that, though he had sent you away for want of a son who could tame the dragons like him. That had not been the reason. A much more dangerous reason had forced your father's hand—two, to be precise. The romanticised notion of dragons was now lost to you; seeing the creature descend upon your family's home left no awe or amazement, just icy coldness.

The words from their last raven are still burning clearly in your head. Hurry to home to us, our love; we cannot wait to start our duties as your loving husbands. Your faithful dragons, Daemon and Aemond. Whether they were playing a twisted joke on you or truly thought you would welcome this sick match, you couldn't say. Once as a foolish girl roaming the hall of Red Keep, you might have gushed over such a dramatic story, but now it was terrifying. Watching not just one Targaryen but two lay claims over you and invade your lands was frightening, even for a Lady Beast Tamer with an army of Shadowcat's at your command.

Silently, you endured the cries of the winged beast circled the city. On the wind, you could hear the fright from the Keep. It made you feel weak, worthless even, you should be down there facing off against the covetous dragons who sought to steal you away, yet you were here, hidden away along the ridgeline of the mountain that surrounded your family's Keep. Your pack of Shadowcat's standing guard over you. Watching as dragons came into land, Craven gave a deep growl as the dragon's bulky body dominated the castle. Softly you reached out a shaky hand to soothe the ferocious Shadowcat. The predator nuzzled closer, shielding you from the harsh wind as tears began streaming down your face as you waited, repeating your family's words repeatedly in your head.

We endure, subdue, and conquer.

We.

Endure.

Subdue.

Conquer.

You repeated them as you mounted Craven; clicking your tongue, you commanded the beast forward, racing him towards your home.

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"I am sorry for your loss, but we have come for our bride," Daemon smirked as he stood in front of his dragon. Relaxed like he wasn't stealing you away from your mourning family. The years had been kind; he still looked as he had been before his exile, rugged and roguish.

'You could barely hear the Prince's soft tones, but your mother's snarl unfurled on the wind. 'We will not tell you again, leave.'

"My good Lady. We were truly saddened at your husband's death; he was a loyal Lord who bared his duty well. He will be greatly missed. Nevertheless, we remain focused on our duty; the securement of our dear wife, who is seemingly missing as she would surely come out to embrace her dear husband. So may I inquire where you have hidden her away?" Aemond purred softly, his hair longer now, gone had the softness that once clung to his features; even from a distance, you could see the chiselled gold of his skin, only marred by the pale sliver of a scar hidden by the leather patch.

'Leave.' Despite everything, your mother and grandmother remained unflinching at the sight of the dragon.

"Give us our wife", Aemond snapped, curling forward, all softness vanishing.

Daemon gave a strained smile as he grew weary of this defiance, "Forgive the Prince. We have travelled through the night to get here. As you can imagine, when our wife did not arrive in Kings Landing, and there was no response to our ravens, we were understandably worried." The smile did flatter or change, but even at this distance, you could see the darkness in his eyes hardening.

"Worried? You attempt to force my daughter away from us in the wake of her father's death. A death you no doubt caused for your desire for her. Your obsessions were enough to separate our family. To confine her here so as not to get entangled in your Targaryen desire.'’ Your mother sneered.

'Come mother, may I call you mother?" Aemond lowly rumbled, "After all, we are family now... Do you think I would spill the blood of the family? I am a dutiful son, Prince and now husband. I would never hurt my beloved like that. But I agree that your husband's death is suspicious; a grave threat looms over your family. One that we can protect her and your family from... Something you cannot do. Without your Beast Master husband, who is to protect you?"

'Me! I will tell you the same thing my grandmother and mother told you. Leave.' You spat as you inched out of the darkness.

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At that moment, there was no doubt that the Prince's minds were perfectly intuned. You looked like some ethereal creature. Your hair is a mess in the wind astride a hulking Shadowcat, a killing machine made of pure muscle at your command. You were truly now a woman; awe spread across their pinched features. Fleshy thighs flash in the morning's dim light, your dress bunched around your waist, uncaring and unfazed for the decorum befitting a Lady. How Aemond yearned to inch your skirts just an inch higher, letting his fingertips kneed that flesh before slipping into your glistening core. Daemon's eyes followed the form of your body, the swell that filled your dress, your heaving chest, the delicate incline of your neck so bare, waiting to be marked. His little wife, future queen, so elegant riding the beast that roamed untamed beyond the wall, yet you had them subdued and devoted to you, just like your dragons. You would look like divine riding him; your head was thrown back as you screamed. Soon.

From the darkness, snarling cats emerged, teeth glinting murderous in the light. They were so silent they were honestly impressed. Better than some bumbling army clanging around. And all rallied around their lady is life.

'Magnificent.' Aemond purred, watching as the form of yours now stood before him. 'You are a brave wife to stand so close to a raging dragon…they might try to eat you up; you are rather delicious.'

'Then you would have made a wasted journey, and I will be free of troubling pretender husbands. Leave.' You gave a low whistle, and dark beasts advanced. White teeth barred.

"I am afraid we cannot leave without you, dear wife.' Daemon smirked, no hint of fear wavering in his cocky voice.

'I am not your wife. A proxy marriage means nothing when are no exchanges before the gods." You snarled.

"I disagree. It was before the king and court; in their eyes, we are one. You are now a Targaryen and a princess but do not worry. To ensure we do not offend your beloved Gods, we will exchange words and oaths before them. "Now, I am sure your little pack can tear us down. But remember, teeth and claws are no match for the dragon fire. If we fall, our dragons will lay waste to everything it sees. You, your mother, your grandmother, the people entrusted onto you as heir of this great Keep." Daemon purred.

"Men, women…children," Aemond added, sheathing his sword, and cupping his hands behind his back.

His stunning wife, commanding the likes of Shadowcat's a fearsome woman, but a woman no less with a woman softness and sensibilities. A woman sees no need for pointless death where a man might allow them to destroy his Keep for pride's sake. Rational and calm. But you had that fire within you, waiting for them to harness.

'Now, dear wife, Kings Landing awaits and our future life together.' Two golden hands are reaching out to you.

You hesitate, eyes lingering on your family and finally resting on your Shadowcats. Their growl echoed through the silence. You pause, only for a moment longer, before you accept the two golden hands. Hungry violet eyes burning into you.

Do they have a little chat before they get to Kings Landing or just straight in? Smut next chapter? What do you think? Please leave a comment. Do we keep the shadowcats?

#aemond targaryen #Aemond the Kinslayer #daemon x reader #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen fanfic #aemond x reader #aemond smut #daemon x you #daemon #aemond x y/n #aemond x you #daemon x y/n

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girlwithwolftatoo · 2 years

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I have to go to this ballroom event and I was Just thinking about the reader and the moonboys having to go together and the moonboys see them in their poofy blue dress and cannot fathom how good the reader looks and they can't keep their hands off the reader.

I got my blue dress on tonight... (Sorry xD)

Okay, prompt I had in mind while writting this: the event you must attend is a high school reunion that you might find a little unnerving.

Marc Spector:

Accepts to go with you though he's not fond of parties. You asked him directly and he saw in your eyes the word "help" printed in them.

He doesn't ask you if there's an etiquete for the party and shows up in something half formal half casual. But when he meets you at the front door... oh my gods, you look so beautiful he feels like a pauper next to you.

Like you'd care, in your opinion he looks astounding even in his whities only.

Makes a big effort to keep himself away from alcohol. He just doesn't trust himself enough with self-control around it, and besides, his goal is to protect you.

Doesn't chat a lot with your ex colleages, he's not sure what to answer when they ask for his living. Despite that, his mysterious form and dashing appearence makes him the juicy gossip of the night.

"(Y/N), how did you get him?" asks someone who used to be a little acid towards you in school. You stare at Marc for a seconds and then smile. "I guess it was a lucky moon night".

Jake Lockley:

Of course he's going with you, and he's ready to throw a real pandemonium on your ex colleages' behalf because why not.

Dresses perfectly to match you, and of course you take the limo to the ballroom, making you the main star when you both arrive.

Jake's personality is a curious thing, either gets people revolve around him for he's magnetic and charming, or some others rather keep distance for they perceive something "dangerous" in him.

Not afraid to say out loud what he does for a living. "I drive and I punish thugs" (oh great, now everyone thinks he's a mafia member).

Dances along with you at any chance. This man loves music and anything, from a calmed waltz to a jolly and wild shake can be tamed by his sick moves.

Brings you refreshers and drinks, kisses your hand with devotional glares, talks to everyone about the wonderful and perfect little angel you are in his eyes... In a whole, he's your perfect charming bandit.

Steven Grant:

A party? With you? You want to go to a party with him? Like, you two? (He's surprised you want to do something with him -something that important, I mean).

Struggles a lot finding nice clothes, he doesn't want to look like a joke and make you feel embarrased for chosen him (poor boi self-steem is a hard deal), even buys a new jacket and tries to make it work. He looks fine, tho.

Panics inside but keeps a friendly smile outside. Grasps to your hand like his safeboat, and cannot stop wooing you for how you look tonight.

"I mean, you're always gorgeous, y'know, that dress looks astounding on you, it's so amazing, like straight from a fairy tale"

He's the one who remains silent during a group conversation, but if he's encouraged to talk, he'll share his thoughts with complete sincerity.

You better don't catch someone trying to make fun of him, or you'll jump to their throats and slit it, figuratively. "If Steven is too weirdo for you guys, them I am as weirdo as him and we're not welcome here"

You take him to the dancefloor, thought both are a little nervous. Finally, you feel so confident and happy together that you end up dancing, your head on his shoulder as he whispers how blessed he feels for having you.

#moon knight #moon knight series #marc spector #jake lockley #steven grant #moon knight headcanon #jake lockley x reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #moon boys #steven grant headcanon #jake lockley headcanon #marc spector headcanon #marvel series

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unkn0wn-self1 · 6 months

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An unknown fate.

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Gosh, I’ve been so busy lately but! I had an idea in my mind. Also its my birthday soon! 🎉

(This was inspired by the anime “Im the villainess so I will tame the final boss!”)

(Any anime men you desire that would fit the demon kings role XD) x you!

Basically, this is like the anime/manga except YOU are the main character (since when were you not?)

Warnings(?): fluff, medival days, crack, sfw, isekai, reincarnation, fem reader, fancy words

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You were in the hospital, your parents were speaking with your doctor. You noticed a novel beside you, it was your favorite novel, the novel you always red before you got insanely sick.

“I.. wanna read ..” you coughed out, reaching for the novel.

But.. once you opened the book.. your vision started to become blurry.. until your vision was fully black.

“Oh my gosh..! Honey! Are you okay-!” ..A woman cried out, maybe it was your mother.

..someone called out a familiar name,

“Im going to terminate our engagement.” Someone had said.

Your vision becomes more clearer now, and there you stood infront of a man and a woman. It was weird, they looked so familiar. Then the man spoke again.

“I’ve had enough of your behavior.”

..You start to recognize them! It was the character’s from your favorite novel, The man was the love interest and the woman was the main character.. wait a minute. Main character…… then who were you?!

You quickly looked at your hand and the man spoke again.

“Are you even listening?! Aireen!”

Aireen… wait! Aireen?! You got reincarnated as the villainous daughter!?

The man, or aireen’s ex fiancé, Cedric was now visibly annoyed.

“Are you going to say that this isn’t like me? You don’t look satisfied, Aireen.”

“We were engaged for years.. and yet, you still dont know the real me.” Cedric sighed.

The woman, Lillia looked so guilty while looking at you, “Lady Aireen.. Im sorry.”

“I have chosen to live the rest of my life with lillia.”cedric said.

You were so confused, you were so dizzy as you were regaining your memories.

..but you remember this scene, This was the engagement annulment that happens mid way in the novel.

“Everyone here knows that you behave like a tyrant.

The countless times you had harassed lillia, you should be judged for your crimes.” Cedric had said.

“Crimes?!” You yelled almost hitting him, but cedric’s acquaintance grabbed your wrist tightly that caught you off guard.

Once he let go, You took your wrist back.

“You’re awfully rough with ladies, why dont you learn about chivalry again?” You said, harshly.

“What lady? Your deeds cannot be hidden.” He spoke back, insulting you.

.. You turned back to cedric who was looking at you coldly like you were an enemy.

“..It seems you wont listen to what I have to say.” You were about to cry.

‘Dont cry, dont cry until its over, and laugh..’

“I shall excuse myself, ..though it saddens me greatly that I could not cry and beg as you have desired.” You kept smiling.

You bowed gracefully, “I did love you, deeply.”

Cedric was speechless.

You turned and left, the doors slamming behind you.

“Hmph!” You walked down the stairs.

You sighed, “according to the novel, aireen got expelled by the request of Cedric.”

“The novel stops at the graduation ceremony that is 3 months from now.. there were a few other events aswell.”

“..My memories aren’t clear but im to be inherited as the dukes daughter and continue down to the path of ruins.” You sigh deeply.

“Right.. if this world really is the same as the novel, then I dont have time to be crying. That ending in 3 months is waiting for me. So I will not give up and cry!”

“Wait.. if the enemy of your enemy is your friend.” You smile.

“I will avoid the bad ending!” You were determined to avoid getting a bad fate.

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You gulped as you walked through the creepy forest.

“Of course.. A place full of bad omens..

Is..

Where the demon king lives..”

You kept walking, the demon kings castle lied ahead.

And you notice crows on tree branches,

“The Girl who was abandoned yesterday!”

“No one likes you!”

“Turn back now!”

“Evil!”

“Capricious—”

You snap at the crows that were insulting you, “is this how you treat your guests?! Simply humiliating them!?, I have no intention of leaving until I meet your master! Hmph!”

You continued walking as the crows felt guilty.

“uhh…”

Until you had reach the doors of the castle.

“Oh my…” you gulped.

You place your lantern on the ground and pushed the doors but it was too heavy!

“Argh!” You pushed it as hard as you can.

“I cant-! Its so heavy—”

“Allow me to help.” A man spoke.

“Oh! how nice of—”

The door explodes, and you stand there.. in shock.

“you….”

You gulped, turning your head slowly to the man.

and as you see his face, you realize. It was the demon king.

‘Wait, wait, wait a second! ….. The real thing is so much impactful!’

‘he is so beautiful! I hate him-!!’

“You… you are—!”

“Yes, what does a human want from me.” He said with an unamused tone.

“..well, I think this is a great deal.” You say.

The atmosphere got as ominous as the forest.

“I want you to…”

“I want you to marry me!”

(SFX: shine)

A loud thunder strucks down and startles you. (BAM rumble noises idk)

“..who wants to marry whom..?” He asks, he angry.

“L-like I said! You with me—”

You get cut off by a loud thunder and you faint…

“ha-….”

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If I have time, I will do the second part as quickly as I could! 😆

This took like 1 and a half hours (BIG OOF!)

#my husband #fluff #jjk fluff #obey me #pov #your pov #anime #inspired #your choice #obey me fluff #crack #isekai #reincarnation #genshin impact #female reader

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i’m not sure how to explain this properly because i struggle with english (sorry 😢) but are there any fanfics where inuyasha makes a mistake or upsets kagome and they break up/stop talking/something like that and inuyasha tries to fix it and apologizes and they get back together? i probably didn’t explain good but i like those types of fics

Fear not anon, we understood the assignment! We've compiled a list of the misunderstandings you're after and would also like to point you towards the Break-Up and Make-Up list we posted a little while ago. Happy reading! ❤

Until You're Mine by manga3x (E)

Now in the midst of adulthood and recently married, Kagome Higurashi is more than shocked when she sees her ex-boyfriend from high school, her first true love who still has a special place in her heart but has also broken it. Despite her reservations, she agrees to a seemingly meaningless reunion when their conversation brings back memories she doesn't want to remember, choices she can't make, and heartache she can't handle.

Delicate by @akitokihojo (T)

To trust someone, to let them in, what an unsettling ordeal. Kagome is easy and safe, and Inuyasha is difficult and guarded. She can put him at ease with a smile, simultaneously setting him on edge. It was nothing until it was something, creating absolute chaos and uncertainty within the both of them.

Song and Dance Man by @mamabearcat (T)

“What if we’ve been fooling ourselves Inuyasha.” “Huh?” “I mean, look at us,” she said, gesturing from Inuyasha’s faded Soundgarden t-shirt and ripped black jeans to her heart patterned leggings and hot pink t-shirt which proudly proclaimed she was Fuelled by Theatre and Coffee. “We couldn’t be more different.” “But”, spluttered Inuyasha, his heart suddenly beating faster at the dangerous direction the conversation was taking. “Different is good! Yes, we like different things, but that shouldn’t matter!” Kagome’s bottom lip quivered. “It might not matter tomorrow, or next week, or the week after that, but sooner or later, it would."

When Kagome is suffering from a bad case of PMS fuelled anxiety about their new relationship, will Inuyasha know the right thing to do to calm her fears?

Done For by @purdybaby (T)

Inuyasha is sick as a dog so he pushes Kagome away and hard!

Trust by @splendentgoddess (T)

Believe none of what you hear and only half of what you see. But if we cannot trust our own eyes, then whom can we trust? Inuyasha had thought that he could trust Kagome, until she betrayed him in the cruelest of ways. Or did she?

The Secret by @inunanna (T)

Kagome always thought that coming back to the Feudal Era would mean finally being together with Inuyasha, openly and officially together, but she was the only one. Inuyasha won't never endanger Kagome, even if that means forcing himself to stay away from Kagome. One of them will have to change their mind.

To Tell the Truth by @splendentgoddess (M)

Mistaken identity has a priest giving Kagome a tea that temporarily makes her incapable of lying. Assured that the inu-tachi are not who he thought they were, they're free to go. But how long before the tea wears off? And just what will Kagome admit?

One Love by Eev (T)

Certain events compel Kagome to run away and start a new life elsewhere. Can Inuyasha convince her to come back?

the deception. by @fandomobsessions016 (E)

Kagome and Sango have just graduated college, and Kagome is set to return home… to the city. The city she left behind four years earlier. Almost as soon as she arrives and is unceremoniously reacquainted with her ex, Kagome realizes she’s made a mistake. Four years of distance and alleged personal growth have done nothing to tame her tumultuous heart or lessen her pain. Now, she has to confront her agonizing past while traversing through a myriad of emotions as she comes face to face with the very people she left the city to avoid; Inuyasha and Miroku. Thankfully, she has Sango by her side, as not all is as it seems…

Asks and Answers (Chapter 3: Mine) by @lavendertwilight89 (E)

Ask: I wanna cuddle but if I touch I won't be able to stop.

#Misunderstanding #InuKag Archive #inukag #inuyasha fanfiction

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Alright. I’m biting the bullet and posting this mess of a story. I felt very vulnerable writing this but it turned out pretty good and yall showed interest in a Ren story, so here it is.

Big trigger warning here: Drugs. This story is about Ren’s struggle with drugs and alcohol prior to and during Not Faire. There is a lot of use and depression in this fic.

Enjoy!

Ren

Last year, I was an absolute wreck. I spent many of those nights drowning in sorrow. So fucking sorry for myself. It was pitiful, really. And Leo had mopped me off the floor many times over.

Well and so. He has been in love with me for years. And I…did not treat him well. These are not my best moments.

It all ended well, I should say. The four of us are quite happy together. But this does not erase my previous illicit acts against those I love. These acts usually involved drugs. Many, many drugs.

I started young. Alcohol was widely available in my house and my father was abusive. I turned to the drink at age 12. When I was kicked out, I passed around for a while on my own until I started dating a drug dealer. That’s when I became hooked on more.

I have had my ups and downs. Sober days follow sober years. Then, something happens to make me fall off the wagon, and it begins anew.

Last year, when Skye left, I pitched into the deep end. And I had all the connections I needed to wallow in drugs and disorientation.

I was alone more often than not those days.

Being high, I have noticed, makes some people more physical. I am one of those people. But to feel this way when one is alone? Hell. Having no one to speak with, or touch, or…hold. It was hell for me. To this day I do not know why I continued doing them. I eventually moved on to other forms of inebriation. But, you take what you can get sometimes.

I have not touched cocaine nor heroin. Ecstasy a few times. That was a mistake. My body was thrashed from it; anxiety and tremors, among other nasty side effects. I try to avoid harder drugs that can lead to worse addiction. I already have trouble with alcohol and prescriptions ruling my life.

To be clear: I do not believe that all drugs are bad. Marijuana is likely the most tame and sedating drug I’ve done. I still do it to this day. However, there are others I would consume again, if the time was right. I have not yet learned my ‘lesson’ as my therapist would say. But being high on the lighter stuff is nice, when one is not drowning in a shit pit of depression. I suppose that would be my advice for anyone dabbling in psychedelics: do not take them unless you are already happy.

It is the combination of multiple drugs that did me in most times. And on some occasions, it was not by choice.

Drugs are not hard to come by if one is not picky. And I was not, at the time. But often, what is advertised is not what is sold. Many drugs can be combined (or cut with) other things. Worse things. Things one should never ingest.

I believe that is what made me so sick and angry and…an absolute asshole at times.

That is one thing about mixing drugs. And yes, I consider alcohol a drug. If you do not, I suggest educating yourself about it.

You see, when taking multiple drugs, some of them counteract each other. Some will keep you up all night, ignoring sleep. Ignoring food. Water. Others will actively drowse you. And trigger insatiable hunger. So it is a battle of how much of which one has taken, and how long ago.

It becomes harder to listen to one’s body. Needs will not register until they are fully depleted and one is suffering physically from the lack of care.

This includes alcohol consumption. Certain drugs make it harder to manage alcohol. You cannot feel how drunk you are. The only way to tell is how often you fall over.

I did not do the math. I ate if I ate. I slept if I slept. I drank when I could feel the sadness penetrating the high, the alcohol bringing me back into the calm pit of nothing.

Days began to run together.

Which leads us to Emily. She did not know I had imbibed more than a few drinks. As I said, not one of my better moments.

She also had not noticed how my eyes were rimmed, my nose pink--bordering on red, from all this damned pollen.

Skye would have noticed.

I spent quite a lot of that day comparing Emily to Skye. I am not proud of this. However, I did find it quite perturbing that Emily did not say a word when I sneezed five damned times.

Skye would have loved that.

Hm. I suppose I have done it again.

The night ended like any other. With Emily dodging any attempt at reconnection and myself barely able to walk upright to a cab.

Leo must have seen me leaving and followed me. Because I had a habit of passing out before getting home. I ruined many nights for Leo during those days.

“Ren,” he hailed me as I struggled along the sidewalk.

“Leo--hhh--” I doubled over, “HXSSS-T’IEU!” the sneeze bursting from my lungs and splitting my head.

“Shit, you look bad,” Leo said.

“Ever the kind soul, you.”

He frowned at me, clearly insulted. I was such an ass.

“Come on, asshole.”

Yes. That is me.

I stumbled along with him for a while, pausing to wrench out sneezes, never in time to get my arm up to cover. They spattered the ground, and likely Leo as well.

I do not remember the journey. It was a maze of colors and dancing headlights from passing cars. Music from somewhere. And Leo. He was so beautiful. So fucking…

“HxSH-IEU!” I nearly tripped over that one.

We arrived at my apartment. Leo was helping me over to the couch and I got a glimpse of his eyes. Full of concern. Full of love.

“Ren,” he uttered my name as if it were the only word in the universe.

Leo. Gorgeous, sensitive, wonderful, fucking Leo.

I took him for granted. I never truly believed he had feelings for me until that moment. I saw the past several months anew. How he’d been there every damn time I called. The way he looked at me when he thought I was not observing.

And unbidden to my mind, I realized…I loved him too. I knew that moment how Skye must have felt when she said it to me.

I know now that was not the moment to act upon my feelings. Leo had been so patient with me. But with everything swimming in my system, the fog of chemicals rusting my brain, there was no thinking. Only action.

I kissed him.

I am certain it was very much not a good kiss.

Of course, he pulled away.

“Whoa, Ren,” he was quite flushed. I must have looked gods awful. Drunk and high as all get out. A term from my childhood.

Leo pulled away and left me leaning against something. I do not remember what. Only that I had to be kept upright because I was so far gone.

“Ren, this isn’t how I want you,” he said.

I, of course, misunderstood. In the moment, he did not want me. And I felt my walls brick up.

“I see.” I slumped onto the couch and a wave of dizziness spilled me onto the cushions. “You may go now.”

What an ass.

“Ren, I--”

“Leonardo,” I closed my eyes against tears. “Just go.”

And he did. Or so I thought at first. I heard a door close. And then I wept. Stupid, sloppy tears. I touched my face and felt my whole body tingle. Every beat of my heart, every ragged inhale, even the thumping of my veins, I felt it all. I could feel my own blood pounding along my body. I could feel my skin, I could hear my ears, I tasted my own tongue. And still, I sobbed.

I awoke the next day with a coverlet stretched over me and two empty containers of takeout next to me, on the table. I had no idea how or when I ate, but I later learned that Leo fed me and made sure I did not die that night on the couch.

I do not know what sort of things he heard come from my mouth. I do not know if I said good or bad things about him or Skye.

He likely knows. But he will never tell me.

It was after that day that I decided I needed to get clean. I knew one thing was likely to cheer me up. Visiting my niece, Maka.

Of course, I needed to be sober to visit her. That took days. I did not have one of those ‘flush everything’ moments. A lot of that time was spent battling the urge to just not be sober. But the clearer my head got, the more I began to plan. I wished to see Maka. I wished to clean my room. I wished to get my cracked phone repaired.

All of this became full day events. I woke up one day and cleaned my room.

Then I found one of Skye’s shirts in my closet. And down the rabbit hole I went again.

A week passed. I ended up visiting Maka after once again spending a day sober. I found out Owen was off his medication. I bought Maka a phone when I went to get mine fixed.

And then the sobriety really began.

I was fine for three weeks. Leo even came by a few times. He was elated to see me doing better. While he was over, I redownloaded a few social media apps. And I was hit with an invitation. One that shows up every year, around the fall.

Ren Faire.

Gods, I wanted to go. Mainly because I knew there would be drugs. Drugs and alcohol and dancing and everyone would be there doing it all. I would have peers. Peers who did not think my habits were so bad.

Leo originally told me not to go. It was too soon. He suggested therapy.

I thought, perhaps, if I spent the next two months in therapy, I would be strong enough to go to Faire with Leo. He would keep me clean, as well.

Of course, that did not happen. When Skye showed up and we were paired together, I was miserable. I immediately accepted an offer to trip with a few others the morning after I saw her.

And I spent the entire time at the fairgrounds completely making an ass of myself. And pissing Skye off.

I tripped all weekend. Even when we were working.

I remember being at a shop with Skye. Sasha had seen the wrap skirts and gone in. I stayed outside. Skye’s perfume was making me rather itchy. My nose was starting to turn pink from my thumb’s abuse.

I sneezed a few times while everyone was in the shop. But one got stuck. I must have looked ridiculous to passersby. My face crimped up, lips trembling, nostrils wide open and drinking air.

“Hhhh--hih! Fuck…” I bruised my nose rubbing it so much. “Hn…h-hih!” Still nothing.

I stared into the light of the sun. My perfect inducer. “H…hng…” I trapped my nose between two fingers and a thumb, massaging the sneeze out. “Ah, fuck…” I sniffled.

“Ren,” I heard Skye’s voice snap at me from behind. I jumped--not proud of that--and turned to face Skye.

I attempted to hide the itch in my sinuses. Gods, why is it so hard to be normal around her?

“Where is Leo?” I asked.

Sasha stormed up to me and slammed a map into my chest. “Figure out where the sports are.” She glared at me. “I suddenly want to hit something.”

I heard Skye trying not to laugh. All while I still needed to fucking sneeze. But I could not. Not while they were present.

We found the games.The ladies enjoyed them while Leo hung back with me.

“Hey, Ren, what the fuck is going on?”

I rubbed my nose and sniffled. “Nothing.”

Leo rolled his eyes. “Liar.” He blew out a breath. “Whatever it is, I’m here for you ok? And…”

“Sasha?”

He nodded.

We went to see a show. Skye was right next to me with her damn perfume. She originally bought that scent because it triggered my allergies. Did that mean she was trying to make me sneeze?

I was drunk and high and those inebriations whispered to me, “She wants you.”

Skye turned to ask me a question. I could smell the perfume tickling my nose. I leaned into her ear, giving her what she wished.

I repeated what the actors had said. And then, I sniffled.

Of course, I could have held that back--but did she want me to? She wore this perfume. Perhaps she wanted me to sneeze.

The look on her face told me I might be wrong. I pulled away and did my best to hold back. All that escaped me was a sniffle and an exhale, “hhh…”

Her body tightened. From anger or sexual frustration, I did not know. I was glad when the performance was over. I could escape to the bathroom to sneeze.

I needed a moment. I hurried to the closest restroom and only when I was inside did I give myself over to the tickle.

“HgtZZ! Exzzzh-ieu! Hngg’TSK!”

The people around me did not care. Good. I could clean up and return to the group.

When I arrived, Leo handed me a pink drink and asked, “You alright, man?”

“Yes. Needed a moment.”

Skye then gave me a strange look. As if she was torn between alienated and fluttering.

The rest of faire went smoother. I climbed a rock wall with Leo. I sneezed a few times. Skye couldn’t have seen that, could she?

After the joust, Skye wished to leave. There was a bit of arguing. I did not participate. I could only focus on not sneezing around Skye. I still was not certain why she wore that particular perfume today. She knew she would be with me? Correct?

We arrived back at camp and I was immediately waylaid by my drug friends begging me to partake with them. After the day I had, of course I did it. LSD, where sound and color are the most beautiful things in the universe.

I released myself into the camping grounds and began to wander. When worry or sadness threatened to pull me under, I stared up at the stars, understanding how tiny my problems were. And I was able to sweep the bad feelings under the rug for the time being.

I followed the sounds of techno music. There was a stage set up near the food trucks. I wanted to be near that sound. I wanted to get lost in it. Feel nothing but the thrum of the beat synchronizing with my heart.

I wound my way into the crowd. Everyone was jumping and dancing--strange but passionate moves. And then, I saw her.

Skye. Alone. Scared. Surrounded by strangers.

Heat filled me. I felt a bit woozy from all of the drugs. But I needed to help her. She was being pushed and shoved around the dance floor.

I cut in next to her, my arms instinctively going to her hips. Dancing--like we used to--and people made room for us. She seemed into it. I was glad for that. We danced just like we used to. Swaying, churning to the music.

She floated out and I pulled her back in a spin. That was our dance. It felt like old times.

She spun back to me and suddenly she was in my arms. I felt like my muscles were made of taffy. I could not figure out how to work them properly. But Skye didn’t seem to care. She buried her face into me and drank in my scent.

Gods, did she want me??

It was hot. The drugs were fucking with my body on so many levels. Perhaps I was reading too much into this.

“Ren…” I heard Skye rasp as she lifted a hand to touch my forehead.

I jerked back. I could not allow her to know how bad I was at the moment. She stared at me, hurt etched on her face.

Perfect. Now I had upset her. No. No more of this.

I cut away through the crowd, away from her, hiding myself in the tangle of bodies swarming the stage. I moved fast so she could not come after me.

When I broke through the crowd, I paused behind a stall to see if she got out.

Fuck me. I cannot believe myself. I was much too gone to interact with anyone. Yet…that is all I wanted to do.

I shuffled back toward camp hoping to find Leo.

Leo ended up not being available. I do not remember why. Too wasted.

One of my ‘buddies’ handed me a plastic jug of vodka and I drank. I just drank until I could barely stand. I slumped against a canopy pole, staring at the different colors moving around me. Lanterns, bright dresses, flames from campfires. Music’s sultry song from all around us.

I sat and drank. And snf…sneezed.

“Ren?” I heard Skye’s voice. Oh no. Not now, Skye. I was too drunk to hold back my…

“HnnnXTSH! HNXT!”

Skye stomped on my last sneeze. “What the hell is with you today?!”

I could not help myself. After all this bullshit, it was suddenly my fault?

I was standing at this point. I turned toward her, my anger growing. “Have I displeased you?”

“What?” she blinked.

I was swaying, and a manic drug-induced laugh escaped me. “I said,” I struggled to take a step, “Have I displeased you, Skye?”

She huffed. “Don’t act like you don’t know what you’ve been doing all day.”

“And that is my fault?” I was growing angrier and angrier. How dare she blame me.

She stomped her foot, clearly angry as well. I suppose she did not notice. Then I must tell her.

I leaned into her ear. “Skye,” I rasped, “Did you not intend to wear the scent I am allergic to?”

Her face went rigid. She stood in shock for a while. I knew I should leave, but at the moment I could not help but give in once. Just once. To show her it was not my fault.

“HhhT! HSZT!”

“Lawrence Grayson!”

We both jumped at the sound of Sasha’s voice. She saw it happen.

“What the fuck is your deal? Can’t you just leave Skye alone!?”

I paused. Leave Skye alone? I had been trying to do that for so fucking long. If they only knew what I had been through--

They were conversing. I heard Skye mention my inebriation.

Sasha growled, “Fine.” She reached up to grab a fistful of my shirt and carted me away. I stumbled more than a few times and she only scoffed. They knew I had had too much. Of everything.

She carted me to Leo’s tent. Thank fuck.

The night with Leo ended much like it had two months ago. Me, drunk and high. Leo rejecting me because of my inebriation.

Me falling into a pit of despair--beginning to wonder if I would ever find someone who wanted me.

Rumors spread that night. About all four of us. I grew tired of correcting them. I decided to take half the day off work to set up a game for us four to play. This would give me the answers I desperately needed.

We played and I found out both Skye and Leo had feelings for me. But they also had feelings for Sasha.

Hope beat wings in my chest.

We had a chance. Skye still had feelings for me. Leo loved me. I knew he did. I had not ruined everything.

This could work. If I could get my shit straight.

If I could only…

#tw drugs #tw depression #ZenOcs #my writing #snz #snz fic #LSSR #Ren's story #allergies #angst #I've been writing this over the past few weeks #and wasn't sure whether to post it #but I got some courage from a friend #and I figured what the hell #Be kind please

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You’re My Best Friend

Hello my Tumblr Lovely’s

Happy Thursday :)

Here is the next part in this Robyn and Taron story :)

Love Suze xx

“The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.”

Robyn left him alone, going back to the kitchen and gave the floor where the tea had spilt a quick mop with her spray mop, making sure the floor wouldn’t be left sticky and then filled another cup for him and added milk and sugar, giving it a long stir. She thought about making him some toast but still wasn’t quite sure to how he was feeling, where his head was at, so just carried the cup back into the bedroom, leaving it on the bedside locker on his side of the bed. She wandered into the closet looking for him but he was back in the bathroom, rubbing his hair hard with the towel, standing in front of the mirror. Robyn leaned against the doorframe watching him. It didn’t feel strange to have him back in her home. In fact, it felt so normal to have him there, to see his things in her bathroom. She knew he wasn’t himself, that he was doing a very good job of keeping his true emotions in but even with that, it was so lovely to be back in his company again. She loved him and would do whatever it took to help him smile again, to hear him laugh, to just lift his mood.

“You like the view?”

His voice interrupted her thoughts. “Sorry?”

“You are staring at me.”

She half smiled and stood up, walking over to him. “Not a bad view at all.” She replied, trying to get a smile from him but his face was still lost. “You feel warmer now you are dressed?”

“Hmm yeah a bit.” He said as he reached up to rub his hair again with the towel. When he took it away, his hair was sticking up in every direction, the longer length so obvious now. He left the towel on the counter and used his hands to try to tame his hair, flattening it down. “It needs to stay this length till the end of the movie and then it needs a cut.”

“Just a trim.” Robyn said coming to stand beside him, looking at his reflection in the mirror. “A little trim.”

“You like my hair longer.”

“Hmm yeah.” She reached up to give his hair a little rub, smiling at how it fluffed up again. “It has its benefits.”

“True.” Taron agreed ready to close his eyes as he enjoyed the feeling of her hand in his hair but she took her hand down, his hair again messy and at all angles.

“I have something that will help.” Robyn said to him. “Come here to me.”

She walked away from him and into her closet, Taron following her. She pulled out a stool from under her mirror and patted it. “Sit.”

Doing as he was asked, Taron sat on the stool and waited to see what Robyn was up too and he found his lips lifting in a half smile as she held up her hairdryer. “Seriously?”

“Seriously.” Robyn nodded.

“Chicken…”

“You cannot to go bed with wet hair.”

“I go to bed with wet hair all the time. I come in from set, shower and crash.”

“Ok well let me rephrase that. You will not be getting into my bed with wet hair. You have never gotten into my bed with wet hair and we won’t be starting now.”

“That is such an old wives tale, about getting sick with wet hair.”

Robyn held up the hair dryer. “You want a cuddle?” She asked raising an eyebrow. “Because I am ninety-nine-point nine percent sure you desperately need a cuddle and you aren’t getting anywhere near me with wet hair.” Robyn gave the hair dryer a quick swing around with the cable. “It will take less than five minutes to dry your hair.”

Taron looked at her with wide eyes. “Really?”

“Yes really. You will not be comfortable trying to lay down with wet hair either and I just have this feeling it has been a shit few hours for you and you need to just get your head down and close your and eyes and rest and cwtch can’t get wet and you know he is waiting for cuddles.”

“Cwtch can’t get wet?” He questioned.

“Hmmm-mmmm because then he will have to be washed and dried and he won’t smell the same.” Robyn said, Taron seeing the slightest hint of red tint her cheeks. “And he smells really good.” She added. She held the hair dryer in her hands again. “So can I?”

“You want to do it?” Taron asked, again finding his lips trying to smile again as she stood in front of him in her short sleep shorts and tank top, looking adorable with slightly messy hair. It was just the simplest of actions from her that helped him forget about his last few hours, how the suggestion of her drying his hair could mean so much to him right now, how she was just being her usual loving self. She just knew to look after him in her caring but not appearing to care a lot way. He couldn’t have loved her any more in that moment then he already did. “Dry my hair?” He said again, this time his lips lifting in a smile, the first genuine one in hours.

“Well yeah, if that’s ok.” Robyn said, so glad to finally see his face in a smile. “I mean I know you can do it yourself and I am not Stephanie or Stella and probably won’t style it how you do it or like but I know you are tired and if you don’t mind, I would like to do it for you.”

As Taron sat on the stool, Robyn in front of him, nearly between his legs, in her cute little pyjama set and slippers, still not drilling him for any information about why he was there in her home, just looking after him and trying to make him smile and laugh, showing him nothing but love and care and concern, he was nodding his permission for her to dry his hair before he realised what he was doing.

“Great. Here hold this for me for a second.” She handed him the dryer and turning away from him, grabbed a brush from her vanity. “You mind?” She said to him holding up her brush. “Just to get any knots out.”

Taron shook his head and she stepped forward between his legs and very lightly and carefully, brushed through his hair, Taron dipping his head as the brush felt so nice against his scalp. While it wasn’t her hands, it still felt good and after his day of hell, it was a nice little bit of relaxation, his headache still lingering. When the brush left his hair, he was disappointed but knew Robyn couldn’t stand there all day brushing his hair and he found himself glued to her back as she rummaged through the drawers of the vanity, a tiny silver of skin appearing as she looked for something. It was the smallest peak of skin but it made his heart beat a little fast for a brief moment. She turned to him and held up a little white bottle. “Can I? It’s just some hair cream to help tame hair. No girly smell or anything and it just takes a tiny bit.” She saw his face fidget and stepped a little closer to him. “It will be like a tiny mini head massage for a moment.”

“Do it.” Taron immediately said to her. “Whatever it is, I don’t mind.”

Robyn laughed lightly as his quick response and squeezed a drop of the white hair cream onto her left palm, turning to put the bottle back on her vanity. She rubbed the cream between her palms and stepped back to Taron. Standing between his legs, she dragged her two hands through his hair, rubbing the damp strands through her fingers over and over a few times before letting her fingers start to scratch his scalp just concentrating on the top of his head, before moving nearer to the back, feeling him dip his head to let her reach, her thumbs getting behind his ears. Robyn knew the cream was well and truly rubbed into his hair after the first few seconds but she continued to scratch his head with her fingers, slowly making her way back towards his forehead. “And done.”

Taron sighed loudly, breathing in deeply as Robyn took her hands from his hair. “I think I have a head massage voucher in my wallet.”

“Those are free remember?” Robyn grinned as she took the hair dryer from him.

“Well, if I give you a voucher, I will get one right?”

Robyn gave him a slow nod. “Right…”

“Because that is how the voucher book works right? I give one and I can use it whenever I want, when we are together.” Robyn nodded again. “Ok then I will route out a head massage one later.”

Robyn kept his eyes as she looked at him, Taron actually keeping eye contact with her too and she didn’t know why she didn’t see it earlier. “Headache?” She said gently, reaching to brush his hair away from his forehead, resting her hand lightly on his head, so she could then rub her index finger up and down his forehead, stroking the skin between his eyebrows and down his nose a little, moving up and down a few times, being really gentle in her movements. “I can get you some tablets.”

“It’s just a light one but it’s been there a while and fuck that feels nice.” Taron closed his eyes as Robyn kept rubbing his forehead and his nose. “Forget the tablets, this will work.” His face frowned when Robyn’s fingers left his head but he saw her drop the hairdryer and step right into him, placing her two hands on head so she could now use her thumbs to rub his face in the same place but this time could put a little more pressure behind her movements.

His next curse was quieter but Robyn heard it and it made her grin and she concentrated on giving him a little relief from the pain in his head, treating him to a mini face massage, similar to what she had given him before. Flicking her eyes to the clock on the wall, it was just after half four in the morning and with the quiet in the room, she could hear the birds starting to wake up as dawn arrived early with the bright summer morning. Giving his nose one last stroke, she took her hands away from his face and bent down to pick up the hairdryer from the ground. “Let me get your hair dry and I am pretty sure this can be featured in the cuddle.”

“Please because I don’t know why but that always feels amazing.” Taron had no fear about admitting that to Robyn. He knew he could be upfront and honest with her in every way and the gorgeously soft strokes on his nose and head felt wonderful.

“I will still get you some tablets though. A massage can only do so much. Now…” She turned on the hair dryer. “Give me a dig if the air is too hot on your head, ok?”

“Sure.”

The noise was loud and a little irritating to his slight headache but Robyn slipped her left hand into hair, rubbing it back and forth as she held the hair dryer with her right and Taron closed his eyes, his hands resting on his thighs as she carefully dried his hair. Her movements were gentle and somewhat soothing and if the hum of the dryer wasn’t around his head, he would have enjoyed the treat of Robyn drying his hair that much more. He didn’t really think she was serious when she asked but he should have known she meant it when she said it. Robyn never ever failed to follow through with anything she promised him. It was another first for them and he hoped it would never be the last time she did this because Taron was feeling a little bit spoilt and in heaven as Robyn make sure he didn’t go to bed with wet hair.

Maybe someday she would admit it to him but right now Robyn would never tell Taron, that standing in front of him drying his hair was fulfilling every motherly vibe she ever had. It was just her natural nature to want to look after others, others she cared about, which was why she was so suited to her job of looking after children and looking after Taron had always been so important to her. She also loved playing with his hair, knowing he loved it too and how much it relaxed him, she was very happy to find something to calm him before he got into bed very much intending on continuing with his face massage too. She could still see he was still carrying so much tension in his shoulders and he was still filled with a lot of unease, so anything to give him a more restful sleep, she was willing to do. She hadn’t missed how his eyes were closed, his head a little titled back and hoped it was one more little thing to make him feel a bit better.

She started with her hands, just running through the wet strands, letting the hot air blow through, drying his hair as she went, trying to keep the dryer blowing his hair in its natural parting but after a while, she gave up with his parting and just ran her fingers from front to back, feeling the strands dry out pretty quickly. Taking a step back to her vanity, she picked up her brush and started to brush and dry his hair, seeing the colour change as it dried out fast. She ran the dryer around the back of his hair, giving it one more blast all over to make sure it was thoroughly dry, turning the heat to cool air, holding the brush under her arm, letting her hand run through his hair again.

Turning off the hair dryer, she placed the brush and hair dryer on her vanity and turned back to Taron who now had his eyes open. “So, it needs like some sort of setting cream right?” He asked.

Robyn smiled and then chuckled at his words. “Setting cream?”

“Yeah. To keep it in place.”

Robyn shook her head. “You are going to bed. It is going to be all messy anyway when you wake so what is the point?” She watched his face turn in a cute innocent look, finally seeing a glimpse of a giddy Taron, his eyes a little brighter. “Oh wait.” Robyn sat back on her wooden make up table and wiggled her fingers at him, hearing a very light laugh from him. “Well I guess, we can’t leave you unfinished.” Turning her back to him, she found the matching serum to hair cream she had used and squirted a little pump out onto her fingers. She walked back to him and after rubbing her fingers together, starting at his hair line, threaded her fingers through his dry hair a few times, not even pretending she was going to scratch his head again, this time going straight into a mini head massage for him, immediately going a little deeper with her fingers, hearing Taron’s appreciated moan.

He was so used to having his hair done by someone else. It was something that he could easily sleep through. In fact, he had slept through make up many times but with Robyn doing his hair, there was something so much more intimate and special about her standing in front of him, their legs touching as she make sure he was fully dry from head to toe before he went to get some sleep. He couldn’t quite explain why it made his stomach flutter, his cheeks flush, his heart race and his mind fill with thoughts he really shouldn’t thinking about but he went there very quickly and didn’t have one regret about doing so. They were wonderful thoughts if he was honest with himself, even more so after his shit morning and when Robyn finally took her hands from his head, he leaned forward, wrapped his arms around her back and rested his face against her stomach, so glad when he felt Robyn return the close hug with one hand on the back of his head, one between his shoulder blades.

It was a bit of surprise when Taron pulled himself into her, against her stomach for a hug but Robyn would never ever refuse him a hug and didn’t hesitate to hold him close against, finally feel a little heat to his skin through the back of his t-shirt. She was also really glad he had let her dry his hair. Despite what he said, he wouldn’t have been fully comfortable with a wet head of hair and they were only one step away from getting him snuggled up. She leaned down to give his head a kiss, keeping her lips on his hair, closing her eyes, enjoying the closeness with him. Since he had arrived in her home, it was the most peaceful she had seen him. Kissing his head again, she gave his back a rub and then felt him move from her.

“Sorry.” He said quietly looking up to her.

Robyn shook her head at him, now seeing a new tiredness in his eyes, a glimpse of his headache which was bothering him. “Why don’t you climb into bed and have your tea, which is probably cold.” Robyn’s face frowned. “I didn’t even remember your tea.”

Taron stood up and gave her a little smile. “It seems like I am not mean to have it.” He pushed her stool back into its place. “How about I go and add some more hot water to the cup and turn off the lights in the kitchen and you can turn off the lights here and the bathroom and we can meet at the bed.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Taron walked out of the closet, picking up the cup from the bedside locker going into the kitchen to add some hot water into his cup of tea, testing the taste after he added some, satisfied it was hot and warm for him. Cup in hand, he switched off the lights in the kitchen and then the hallway, going back to the bedroom. Robyn walked out of the closet, closing the door behind her just as Taron closed the bedroom door.

“Fancy meeting you here.” She said to him as she walked around the bed.

“Fancy that.” He replied.

“I left two pain killers on the locker there for you. Please take them.”

“Thank you.”

Taron picked up the two white tablets and swallowed them down with a gulp of tea while Robyn walked around to her side and switched on the bed side lamp, kicked off her slippers and crawled onto the bed, Taron joining her on his side after he had turned off the main light. Robyn pulled the duvet up so he could tuck his legs in and once he was comfortable sitting up, leaning against the headboard, reached for cwtch and his cup, the dinosaur on his lap as he took another sip of tea. The security and familiarity of Robyn’s bedroom was mindboggling to him. The sense of relief quickly filled him, wonderful memories of all the times he spent in her room, helping him to further relax into the comfort around him. It also helped so much that Robyn had cuddled up into his side, fully covering his legs with the duvet. He slipped his free hand around her shoulders and she moved slightly into him but while he had been relaxed, suddenly she felt his body still and he turned a little to her.

“I didn’t even think Robyn.”

“Think about what?” She asked him.

“You.”

“Me?”

“Have you already forgotten about your hospital trip? Fuck Robyn. I probably woke you from a sleep you desperately need when I came here without asking. These are your days to be recovering.”

“Definitely haven’t forgotten about my hospital trip.” Robyn looked to the corner of her room that still had a bunch of flowers and balloons from the man currently sitting in her bed. “I have a few reminders around me.” She reached up to hold his hand which was draped over her shoulder. “And you didn’t wake me. I was kinda already awake as the rain pounded against my windows.” She said to him softly. “And I have been doing nothing but sleeping and resting for the last week Taron. Believe me, I have caught up on a lot of sleep. I also haven’t really left my bed.” She linked her fingers with his as best she could. “Someone filled my Netflix with a lot of choices and has been quizzing me at any chance he can.” She moved a little closer to him so her body was leaning more against his. “I have told you a million times, you can come to my home whenever you want without an invitation and you will not feel one bit guilty for doing so. I don’t desperately need any sleep. In fact, of the two of us here, you are the one who needs the sleep, not me and as you already know, Doctor Kay was very pleased with my check-up on Monday. So how about you don’t worry your pretty little self about disturbing my sleep. While I hope you will get some sleep here with me, I always sleep well when I am with you.”

He didn’t have any words for her, but leaned his head in against hers for a moment, then took another drink from his cup. The silence he found himself in now was a different kind of silence to sitting in the car on the way here. It had been apprehensive and nerve wrecking, his thoughts running riot through his mind but now, while he knew he still needed to talk through everything with Robyn, for the moment, he was able to just sit in her company and forget. Her presence calmed him. Her body kept his warm and he felt so safe with her.

Robyn took his quiet as an agreement in not mentioning her sleep again and giving his fingers a little squeeze, she let go of his hand and leaned into his side again. Their comfort was interrupted by a ringing phone, the tone echoing through the closed doors of her closet and bathroom.

“My phone.” Taron’s head hit the head board with a little frustration. “It is in the bathroom.”

“I will get it.” Robyn said starting to move but Taron kept his arm around her shoulders. She turned to him as best she could. “I am guessing it is someone from set as you said you would call your mam tomorrow.” She heard the woeful groan he made. “Let me get it.” She said to him again. “If it is someone from set, they won’t stop ringing until you answer.”

“Yeah alright.” He sighed, taking his arm away from her shoulders.

Robyn stood up, carefully stepped between his legs and then jumped off the bed and onto the floor, going straight for the bathroom and his phone which was sitting beside the sink. The phone stopped just as she went to pick it up but as predicted the phone rang right away, ‘Matthew’ on the bright screen. She answered but didn’t get a chance to say hello as the man on the other end of the phone went right into a rant.

“You got out of the car? In the middle of the night? In the pouring rain? What the hell were you thinking? Jesus Christ Taron, I thought you had more sense than that. Granted I know you probably weren’t thinking straight after being so distressed by the pool work but fucks sake Taron, anything could have happened to you on the way to her. Taron? Taron, don’t go all silent on me now.”

“It’s Robyn.”

It took Matthew a few seconds to speak again. “Aww shit Robyn, sorry.”

“I wish everyone would stop apologising to me.” She said as she leaned against the sink.

“I thought it was Taron. I am guessing he is with you seeing as how you answered his phone.”

“Yeah, he is here.”

“Is he ok?”

“Well, I am still trying to figure that out but as far I can tell he is in one piece.”

“He hasn’t told you what happened?”

“Not yet. He left the car?” Robyn asked. “Though when he got to my door, he was soaking wet so that actually makes sense.”

“Fucking idiot.” Matthew swore. “He got out at the bus stop and told the driver he would walk to yours.”

“What happened Matthew?” Robyn asked. “He hasn’t told me anything yet.”

“He will tell you.”

Robyn sighed. “Yeah, I know but I would like a little insight so I can be prepared as to whether I need to hug him, cuddle him or drown his sorrows with a beer.”

“Probably all three.” Matthew replied with a light laugh. “I am guessing you have figured it out for yourself though.”

“Re-shoots at the pool.”

“Got it in one. Let’s just say, he wasn’t ready to go back to re-shoot any water scene yet. He was completely flustered and panicked.”

“Fuck…” Robyn muttered.

“I asked him many times if he was ready Robyn. Every day. Told him they could wait until the end of the shoot but he told me he was ready and you know how stubborn that man can be. I should have told him no. I should have known it wasn’t as easy as that. I have worked with him for so long, I should have been able to tell he wasn’t ready. I just…”

“Matthew…” Robyn interrupted him. “He rang me earlier and he sounded absolutely fine. Taron is an actor and can be pretty convincing when he needs to be and he probably thought he was ok until he got to the water but didn’t want to let anyone down by saying so. He always carries the pressure of the movie on his shoulders and wanted to get it done and done right especially because the first time around, well it didn’t end so great.”

“True but I still should have known.”

“Yeah but these were very unusual circumstances and no one knew how he was going to react.” Robyn looked to the opened bedroom door. “Do you want to talk to him?”

“Not now. Leave him be. He’s ok though right?”

“Yeah, he seems to be. He is here, dry and is settled in for the night for some sleep, hopefully and tomorrow I will have a chat with him.”

“Will you please make sure he knows that I got all the scenes Robyn. That calling a halt to the filming hasn’t implicated the movie at all. I know that he will be fretting over that.”

“I will tell him.”

“And you know the hug, cuddle and beer wouldn’t go a miss at all as well as the chat.”

Robyn nodded into the phone. “I will look after him.”

“I have no doubt about that. You have him until Monday.” Matthew informed her. “Lyndsey has already sorted out his flights. She will give him a call herself.”

“Thank you Matthew.”

“No thank you.” The older man said sincerely. “I don’t think you actually realise how much you mean to him; how important you are to him. I am so glad you have been here for him during this shoot.”

Robyn nodded again. “I think you already know the feeling is mutual. You sure you don’t want to talk to him?”

“No let him sleep. It’s the best for him to just try and sleep. Tell him to give me a call though before Monday.”

“Yeah I will do.”

Robyn ended the call and turned his phone to silent. While she would have loved to have turned his phone off completely, doing so would worry anyone who tried to contact him who didn’t know what had happened, so instead she left it on but in a way it wouldn’t disturb them but someone could just think he was busy with work, leaving him a voice mail if needed. Grabbing his wallet, she made her way back into the bedroom, closing the doors behind her. When she turned around, Taron wasn’t sitting up in the bed but laying down on his side, his back to her as he curled up, the duvet bunched up at his feet. She put his phone and wallet on the bedside locker, beside the cup of tea which was half full.

“You heard that yeah?”

“Hmmm.” He replied, his voice muffled.

“Matthew is just worried.” She said to him, no reply coming. She could see his back rising and falling as he breathed in and out, no other movement coming from him. “Ok shove over.” She stepped to the edge of the bed and placed a hand on his waist. “Come on rocketman, move over.”

“This is my side.”

“Yeah, well someone needs a voucher fulfilled so moving over will really work in your favour right now.”

Taron didn’t look at Robyn but he felt a tiny smile on his face and he shuffled forward on the bed, moving into the middle, still curled up and his smile grew as he felt the bed move, Robyn climbing in behind him.

She reached for the duvet and tugged it up and over his legs and hips, covering his waist and side, only laying down herself when she was sure he would be warm and covered. It was so easy to cosy up behind him and with how low he was laying on the pillow, she had no trouble in wrapping herself around him, curling her legs into his and tucking his head under her chin, her right arm finding his hand which was in front of his face. The last time they had lay like this, it was because she had had a terrible day and now the tables had turned and Taron was the one who needed the comfort and support and a closer cuddle. It felt so natural to be so close to him though, to finally feel a warmth to his body and Robyn closed her eyes, breathing him in as he lay still.

Taron considered his voucher filled from the moment Robyn lay in behind him and tucked him into her body. Anything that came after that was an incredible bonus to him and as Robyn really held him close, he had to remember to breathe for a moment. It was the safest he had felt in such a long time and after his day of uncertainty, nerves and anxiety, to feel so safe and secure was indescribable. It felt so right to be held in her arms and he felt so loved, so at home.

Robyn had closed her eyes but opened them again as she remembered she had left the light on before she got into bed with Taron. “Dammit.” She cursed. “The lamp is still on.”

“Leave it.” Taron said. “If that’s ok. Let’s leave it on.”

“Sure.” She replied. “Means neither of us have to move.”

“Sounds good to me.” Taron answered her. The thought of being in Robyn’s dark room was horrible so he was glad of the light source. Her black out curtains always kept the room pitch black so even if the sun was rising with the dawn, Robyn’s bedroom would still stay dark so having the light on at the moment was something Taron knew he needed. While he was engulfed in a cuddle of comfort, he wasn’t quite ready to be in the dark just yet.

“Try and sleep Taron.” Robyn said into his hair. “Even if you don’t sleep, just close your eyes and rest. I will be right here with you for as long as you need.”

Taron flipped over their hands that were cupped in front of his face and gave the back of her hand a kiss. “Thank you Robyn.” He closed his eyes, moving a little to be perfectly comfortable, feeling Robyn adjust herself to his body and he sighed a little. He didn’t know if he would sleep so he lay keeping his focus on her thumb as it gently rubbed up and down the bottom his palm of his hand.

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