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slayfics · 29 days

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Izuku overhears your late night call with Katsuki.

800 Words~

Izuku shuffled in bed becoming conscious of his surroundings as he blinked heavily. His hotel bed was nowhere near as satisfactory as his one at home. Not that Izuku was one to complain- but he found it amusing that Japan’s top two heroes were placed in a shared mediocre hotel while out on a mission.

Shuffling around once more Izuku became aware of what had woken him at such a late hour. It must have been two or three in the morning, but his friend’s low voice surrounded the silent room. Trying not to make Katsuki aware, he peeped an eye open and was met with the sight of his friend on the phone. Even though he was across the room on his own queen-sized bed, Izuku could see the tension in the way Katsuki pinched the bridge of his nose and rubbed his hand over his face.

It didn’t take Izuku long to guess who Katsuki was talking to. It had to be you, there was no one else Izuku had seen Katsuki speak to with such softness. Not to mention how strict he was with his sleep schedule. No one else would be lucky enough to get away with calling Katsuki at this hour.

“You don’t need ta’ worry about me- you know that” Katsuki spoke quietly into the phone. “No- I’m not going to hang up… I’ll stay right here till you’re asleep, ok? So quite down… breath alright…”

Izuku fought the urge to interrupt and ask what was going on. It sounded like you must have been upset on the other line. Despite his helpful nature, he resisted the urge knowing Katsuki would only be infuriated by his interruption.

“It’s fine I’m-… I’m glad you called… I missed you too,” Katsuki spoke into the phone, causing Izuku to hold back an audible gasp. The words sounded so foreign coming from Katsuki. He always knew Katsuki had an affinity for you but- it felt so surreal to hear it with his own ears. It was such a sharp contrast to the Katsuki he was used to.

“I’m sorry I haven’t called or- reached out to you since we’ve been gone… I’m just- not good at this stuff you know…,” a low chuckle came from Katsuki at whatever you said next.

“It’s… nice to hear your voice again…I’ll come to see you when we’re back ok? … Yeah, yeah I promise brat. Now sleep for me alright? It’s late as hell and I can hear how exhausted you are… Good just drift off- and I’ll see you soon,” Katsuki said.

Izuku wasn’t sure if the conversation continued any longer because the next thing he knew his alarm was buzzing and waking him up for their mission.

He and Katsuki both sleepily stalked around the room getting ready. Against his better judgment, Izuku had to ask.

“Hey… last night… were they ok?” Izuku asked.

“HAH?! You listened to my phone call?!” Katsuki yelled; the annoyance clear on his face.

“Sorry-,” Izuku stuttered. “It’s not like I had a choice though. This room they gave us isn’t very big!”

“Yeah, cheap asses- whatever… they are fine don’t ask me about it again,” Katsuki spoke sternly.

“Ok Kacchan,” Izuku spoke respecting his friend's privacy as he continued to get ready, but to Izuku's surprise Katsuki called back out to him.

“Hey-…” Katsuki exclaimed, keeping his gaze away from Izuku.

“Yeah?” Izuku answered back.

“… What…,” Katsuki groaned and rubbed his hands over his face. “What the hell do I say to them? I… I don’t know how to do this crap.” He spoke. Katsuki knew he wasn’t good at showing affection. He hadn’t even reached out to you in the week that they had been gone- which caused you to call him in panic. He hated that he did that to you but- these things just didn’t come easy to him like they did to Izuku.

“Well- I think that depends. What do you want them to know?” Izuku asked, treading carefully with his friend.

“I don’t fucking know… I just want the brat to take care of themselves…” Katsuki said frustrated.

“That doesn’t sound like such a bad thing to say: Take care of yourself.” Izuku answered.

“Fine…” Katsuki huffed and typed a quick message on his phone before tossing it aside. “Let’s fucking get this mission over with- wanna go home.”

Izuku nodded in agreement.

The next morning you woke up to a text from Katsuki.

Take care of yourself, idiot.

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phntmeii · 9 months

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♡ Dating Aegon II Targaryen Headcanons:

❝ But… If you ever wish to know what it is to be well satisfied…❝

[SFW+NSFW + AFAB!Reader]

General Warnings: sad!Aegon, mentions of alcoholism, mentions of neglect

NSFW Section Warnings: pervert!Aegon, AFAB Terms, Somnophilia, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Sensory Deprivation

A/N: Still upset about his characterization in the show :/ Poor TGC was trying so hard to save this character. Appreciate that he gave us pathetic wet dog vibe for Aegon at the least

SFW Headcanons:

☀️ Aegon has desperate issues regarding love especially the idea of someone loving him. He’s been completely neglected by his father, only valued by his mother as a “rightful” king and struggles with alcoholism as a result.

☀️ Having you see him not as a ruler, not as a prince, not as a chess piece in a political game, but as a person has his mind confused.

☀️ It takes a bit of time for him to entertain the idea of you valuing him as true but once he does, he’s latched onto you like his life depends on it.

☀️ And I mean literally latched on. He is unashamed at how clingy he is to you. Arms always wrapped around you in the hall and keeping his eyes to yours.

☀️ Aegon is only willing to listen to you without complaining too much. Maybe a whine or two but he’s totally whipped so he’s on his way to do as you ask.

☀️ He’d LOVE for you to meet Sunfyre. If you are unaccustomed to dragons, he makes sure to slowly introduce you because he wants you to love his dragon as much as he does.

☀️ Always dreams about running away with you. He’ll be cuddling with you and ask about it. Even if it was impossible, he’d like to dream about going off somewhere in Essos, away from the throne.

☀️ “Love, simply listen to me… Imagine it. We could run off on the first ship out of this blasted kingdom. It could be just us…”

☀️ Alicent would simultaneously love and hate you. She enjoys the company of women and finally, someone has found a way to handle Aegon. But, she’d also be weary of this on account of her father because Aegon being infatuated with you means he’s more willing to listen to you than his council.

☀️ Rather than ditch his duties to attempt escapes, to drink or to whore, he’s sneaking off to see you if it’s been too long. He insists you stay by him during meetings or other duties to keep him from “going mad”.

☀️ Aegon can get very jealous when he sees you with other men because he knows what they’re thinking when they look at you. But you are his. No one else’s.

☀️ And considering he’s the firstborn and a prince, he has absolutely no problem getting petty because there would be no serious consequences. (Bonus tag team with Aemond.)

☀️ Aegon’s main Love Languages to give are: Physical Touch and Quality Time.

☀️ Aegon is obsessed with your body completely. He wants to do everything to have you in his arms.

☀️ He is unashamed with PDA. He’s kissing you almost every couple of minutes. He’s walking down the halls all smiles because he’s holding your hand.

☀️ Aegon’s need for you is constant and his mood quickly sours if he’s pulled away from duty rather than being able to spend his time with you.

☀️ He’d whisk you away onto Sunfyre for a joyride just so he can be away from everyone but you. Consider it a romantic gesture because in his mind it is.

☀️ He thinks it’s like when the knight saves the princess in the stories.

☀️ Lingers in the mornings just so he can have you by him for longer. The sun is hurting his eyes this early in the morning so what better than to bury his head in your chest and softly ask you to stay as he caresses your perfect body.

☀️ Aegon’s favorite Love Languages to receive are: Acts of Service and Words of Affirmation.

☀️ Aegon wants to feel special. To feel taken care of. To feel loved. So anytime you go out of your way to assist him, his eyes are sparkling as he looks at you.

☀️ You tidied the bedchamber? Have prepared his clothing? You’ve had his sword cleaned and polished? You’re practically begging for this man to be completely and utterly obsessed and he’s littering you in kisses in appreciation.

☀️ And, of course, he wants praise. No one has validated him and simply valued him as a person so he yearns for your words.

☀️ Something as simple as “I’m proud of you” has him close to shedding tears because no one tells him that.

☀️ He wants to hear you say “I love you” as much as possible so he’ll say it all the time just to hear you say it back.

NSFW Headcanons:

☀️ At first, he has to be dominant and take control. He’s been cut out of having control in all other aspects of his life that he needs some semblance of power.

☀️ You can trust that he knows what he’s doing. Although some of his fucking has been done while drunk, he’s done it and experimented enough to know what gets him off and what gets you off.

☀️ Only after some time will he trust to submit himself in bed. It’s scary to him. To lose control in another aspect of his life. But he trusts you and he loves you.

☀️ And surprisingly, being so slow, gentle and loving to him, it felt amazing. Having you ride him, hands interlocked and meeting each other’s eyes.

☀️ His favorite part of you are your tits. Seeing them bounce as you ride him, needing to touch and feel them.

☀️ He whimpers and cries when he’s getting close, begging you not to stop. He’s clearly needy just by the way he’s grabbing onto any part of you that you let him.

☀️ When he’s more comfortable with being submissive, he’s whiny in his needs. Tugging at your gown anytime you two are alone, insisting he needs to at least have a look.

☀️ “Please, my love… Please! Just one look! Gods, you have no idea how much I crave you.”

☀️ Aegon’s hand would try to slip under your gown under the table at dinner, insist that only he needs to assist you in bathing which is definitely just an excuse to fuck, and just straight up jack off when you two are alone in your bedchamber, pleading for you to touch him.

☀️ Aegon could definitely cum with the punishment of only being able to hump at your leg. The humiliation of being so desperate gets him off like nothing else.

☀️ He can be bratty sometimes but it’s all purposeful. He wants you to punish him because you both know it leads to being tangled around each other in bed.

☀️ Oh, and Aegon is absolutely unashamed about being loud. The louder the better in his opinion. He wants everyone and anyone to know how fucking good you two fuck and for how long.

☀️ He’d leave whatever chamber you two were in with a smug grin, knowing that no one could match the passion you two share.

☀️ Aegon has average stamina and lasts as long as you edge him for. He could go 2-3 a times a day and still ask for more even when he’s a shaking mess.

☀️ Sit on this man’s face. Period. No questions asked. If he can breathe, he isn’t satisfied. Suffocate him entirely, clamp onto his head with your thighs and watch him eat you out like a starved madman.

☀️ Aegon is a whore for praise and he makes it known when he’s giving you head. He gets so easily pussy drunk it’s insane. His eyes are locked onto you, only parting from your swollen, abused cunt to hear how well he’s doing.

☀️ “My love… Please tell me how well I’m doing… I’m being good, am I not?”

☀️ One of his favorite things would be longer sessions where he’s blindfolded and completely up to your control. Have fun with waxplay and sensory deprivation and watch his cock twitch and leak precum at each touch.

☀️ Sometimes you’d wake up to him already rubbing his cock against your cunt, feeling the wetness already coating him. His forehead pressed to your back as he softly moaned. It’s so easy for him to get turned on when you’re so close to him.

⤷ divider credits: @cafekitsune

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writingintheshadowsforever · 1 year

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Imagine being an Avenger who's close to Shuri and getting hurt on a mission

"Ross where is y/n."

Everett Ross tripped over his own two feet as his music was abruptly cut off and replaced by the familiar voice of the Princess of Wakanda. Fortunately though he was able to catch himself preventing what would've been a nasty face-plant. "Shuri um how are you doing this?"

"I hacked your phone colonizer now answer my question. Where is y/n" Shuri said impatiently.

"I'm not sure what her exact location is-" He started but was cut off.

"Is she on a mission?" There was a urgent tone in her voice that wasn't there before.

"Princess she's an Avenger for hire these days who only really goes where she feels like she's needed. So yes she very well could be but I don't exactly keep tabs on things like that. Once the Sokovia Accords were appealed, organizations lost access to enhanced who didn't want to be tracked." Ross explained.

Shuri let out a huff of frustration. "Thanks for nothing colonizer."

She hung up before he could hang up, and his music was blaring into his ears again.

"Princess you asked for me" Okoye said descending the stairs into the lab.

Shuri turned to the General with a panicked look on her face. "I need you to do something for me. It might the kind of task you're use-" Okoye gripped her by the shoulders making her pause the rambling. "Whatever it is you wish me to do I will happily do it without question. You know this so tell me what is the mission?" she reassured her.

"I need you to follow the coordinates of y/n's kimoyo beads and bring her back to Wakanda please" Shuri told her.

The request indeed caught Okoye off guard as she frowned a bit unsure if she heard her correctly. "You want me to retrieve an Avenger and bring her back here" she repeated.

Shuri threw her hands up into the hair before tangling them in her hair. "Yes her heart rate is going at fast rate which means she's in danger. What if she's out there somewhere alone and dying. No one is going to be." Her voice cut off as Shuri took a few steps back to brace herself up against a sand table. She swallowed hard with tears pooling up in the corners of her eyes. "Okoye please just find her" she whispered in a broken voice.

Okoye covered the distance between them with two long strides to pull the Princess into her arms. Realizing just exactly what was wrong with her, and why she was so upset. Two months had gone by since T'Challa's death, and while Shuri wanted everyone to believe that she was doing just fine. The General knew it was all facade just as well as her mother did, and the thought of losing anyone else she cared about put her on edge. But if that thought started to become reality the girl would truly go off the deep end. You were one of the few Avengers who was invited by the Queen herself to attend the funeral. You dropped everything to be there considering you were pretty close to him and his family. But you were closer to Shuri more than anyone else in Wakanda, and even though you stayed for a whole two weeks. After the ceremony it didn't feel like enough to her, and she begged you to stay longer. Especially when you revealed why you it was so important that you returned to the states. Apparently there were a number of mission requests piling up from all over the world.

"I'll leave immediately to find her" Okoye whispered pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. Shuri nodded against her chest then pulled away to let her go.

Somewhere in Washington

See the best thing about being a dragon is there wasn't much that could hurt you. Literally once you let your dragon scales break free no weapon could pierce through them. Bullets would just bounce off while blades would either glance off of you, or just break depending on what material. It was made out of not even vibranium had the strength to get past your defenses. Unfortunately though that tended to make you cocky enough to forget. There was still weapons out there that could hurt you. Those weapons just usually had to be enchanted in someway or not of this world.

Your eyes widened in pain and disbelief as the dagger embedded itself into your chest. The thug wielding it grinned when it pushed through the scales, and started to twist it. You let out a deep rumbling growl and back handed him across the face. He was knocked back into a tree a few feet away and fell to the ground unconscious. When your hand gripped the hilt of the dagger to yank it out. A wave of overwhelming agony was sent through out entire body. You dropped to one knee letting out another pained growl. Two gunmen lined up behind you spread out in order to surround you. The object was simple take you down and deliver you to whatever freak set this trap for you. Doctor Strange reached out to you a couple of days ago, and asked if you had time to check out. Some new cult of magic users on the rise hiding in the woods of Washington. There had been numerous disappearances of some of the sorcerers stationed in here setting off the alarm. You accepted it and rejected Bucky's offer to tag along thinking it would be a walk in the park. You were starting to regret that decision.

A pair of giant black wings with horns at the ends sprouted out from your back and wrapped your body. Just as they started firing their guns a flurry of bullets rained upon you. But all of them ricocheted off of your wings not a single one breaking through. You wanted until your ears picked up on the familiar clicking noise of an empty gun chamber. Before pulling your wings back and turning around let a maelstrom of fire pour from your mouth. Screams of terror and pain filled the air as the flames devoured them. You reeled in your firebreathing once you were sure they were no longer a problem. The surrounding area was singed by the flames, but there was no threat of a forest fire. With your dragon sight you were able to look off into the distance to see. If there were anymore enemies waiting behind a tree or something to ambush you. Once you confirmed there wasn't you let yourself fall to the ground on your side.

The dagger was still embedded in your chest, and you were unable to remove it yourself. Which was going to be a problem in a few minutes, metal like this could be fatal for dragons. The longer it stayed in the weaker you would get, and it prevented you from healing as well. Who knows how long it would take for the cult to send out more members. If they found you like this you would be defenseless, heck you might be unconscious. Your ears picked up the distant sound of a whistling in the air. You rolled onto your back to glance up at the sky. Just in time to see a white ring of light come down on you, and then your body was being lifted from the ground. You were being beamed up into a familiar aircraft, but the pain knocked you out. Before you reached the inside of the jet.

Wakanda

When you finally came to you found yourself lying on a medical table that was way more comfortable than what it looked. The room you was in was a bit unfamiliar, and when the events from the woods came back. You panicked shooting up into a sitting postion the pain in your chest flared up. Making you let out a cry of pain, but instead of laying back down. You threw your legs over the table to attempt to stand. You made it all of three steps before nearly collapsing, but a pair of strong arms caught you by the shoulders. Whoever it was guided you back to the medical table."

"Easy Avenger you're still injured that cut hasn't disappeared yet" a familiar voice said. You looked up into the warm brown eyes of Okoye, and relief filled your body. Instantly you stopped resisting and let her help you back onto the table.

"Where am I?" You asked curiously

"You're in the palace's infirmary. You've been unconscious for about six hours since I picked you up from Washington" she told you.

"Cool and while I'm grateful for the save. How exactly did you know where I was?"

Okoye gestured to your wrist where the kimoyo beads that Shuri gifted you. A couple of months ago rested, and it clicked in your head that it was Wakanda technology. Which meant she was probably able to track you with it. "Is Shuri keeping tabs on me?" You asked a bit taken back.

"The beads aren't just for tracking y/n they are connected your heart rate as well. When you were fighting earlier it was high and it worried Shuri who sent me to assist you." Okoye said taking a seat at the end of the table.

That made more sense and it didn't surprise you considering. Wakanda was the most technological advanced nation in the world. "I guess I owe you one if you join me on my way back to America, I'll treat you to Starbucks." You knew how much the General wanted to try the popular coffee chain. It was a running joke that she wanted one built in Wakanda, but the idea was turned down. At least the Council didn't see the installation of a Starbucks as a urgent matter.

Her eyes lit up with joy for a quick second before it vanished just as fast replaced with a look of uncertainty. You tilted your head to the side "is something else wrong?"

"Do you think its possible that you could stay in Wakanda for a little longer?" she asked a hint of sadness in her voice. By all means you did see Okoye as a close friend, but you never thought your absence bothered her this much. So there had to be something else going on here.

"I would love to but I have a mission to get back to kind of. Those guys in the woods need to be dealt with plus I gotta check-in with Strange, and let him know what happened."

"Can Strange not takeover the operation himself. You're in no condition to go back in the field y/n" she argued.

"Okoye do you want to tell me what is really going on here, because this isn't the General of the Dora Milaje speaking. You know better than anyone else that the mission comes first. I'm not exactly on death's door" You said propped up on your elbows.

"Why don't you try to convince Shuri of that?" Okoye snapped at you. And there it was the main reason you were truly here, and why she didn't want you to leave yet. You spoke to the Princess nearly everyday always taking time out of your day to check on her. No matter what you had going on, but you had slipped the past two days. Too busy tracking the cult and trying to locate where they were hiding out yet.

"How is she doing?" You asked her in a softer voice.

"Not too well she walks around here pretending like everything is okay, and throws herself into her technology. Today when she asked me to go retrieve you that's the first time I've seen her show so real emotions in months since his death. I think she feared that she was going to lose you today."

You started to sit up again making Okoye jump forward with a disapproving look to push you back down. "No take me to her she needs to see I'm okay."

"Y/N you can barely walk just rest a bit longer" she protested.

"Okoye you can either help me to her, or I can crawl my way around this palace until I find her." You said in a tone that left no room for discussion. She muttered something you couldn't make out about stubborn heroes, but pulled one of your arms over her shoulders. Then wrapped an arm around your waist so you could lean on her, and the two of you started the journey to the lab.

The elevator doors opened revealing a stressed out Shuri moving a fingers along a screen with a bunch of numbers and equations on it. "Shuri your favorite Avenger is finally awake" Okoye said slowly exiting the elevator with you in tow.

Shuri dropped the tablet in her hand as she whirled around. Just like that the stress was gone from her body replaced with a strong sense of relief. She let out a strangled cry at the sight of you being held up by Okoye with a hand pressed to the injury on your chest. It was obvious you were in no condition to be walking. But at least you were awake and smiling at her.

Okoye made her way to one of the tables that were clear. She let you pull away arms still outstretched as you hoped onto to it. You settled there letting your legs dangle over the edge a second later Shuri's body crashed into yours. As she pushed her way between your legs to wrap her arms around your neck. Burying her face into your shoulder you gritted your teeth in pain but returned the hug. Okoye gave you a quick nod before leaving.

You and her stayed like that for a long time at some point you felt the wetness from her tears. She was silently crying muffling the sound with your shoulder. Your arms tightened around her waist "hey it's okay I'm okay Shuri," you repeated over and over again in her ear.

"Please don't leave me" she begged.

"I have no intention on doing so ever" You told her.

Shuri pulled back to press her forehead against yours with her eyes closed. She let out a few shaky breaths before going on. "Stay here with me for a while longer please."

You found yourself saying yes without even thinking about it. It looked like Doctor Strange would have to take over the mission after all.

#mcu imagine #marvel imagine #black panther imagine #shuri imagine #shuri x reader #okoye x reader

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soobpricity · 5 months

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this love - kang taehyun

letter 6 ; i want your complications too, i want your dreary mondays. wrap your arms around me 🫂

synopsis: what happens when soccer player!kang taehyun, who isn’t focused on school but is smart enough to pass, sees yn walk in the hallways nearly everyday after homecoming. taehyun’s new hallway crush begins to grow into something bigger, but what happens when he has to make a choice between yn or continuing to fail school ? will taehyun be able to focus on sports, classes, and trying to win yn over ?

your took small little licks of the sweet, icy cold yet soft ice cream. a small smile applied onto your face as you practically beamed with happiness as the sugary treat entered your mouth. taehyun took bites of his ice cream cone, the waffle’s satisfying crunch as he bit into the cone. he witnessed your cute appreciation for the treat as you continued to eat the ice cream. his eyes beamed with joy, he put what was remaining of the ice cream cone into his mouth.

taehyun took a look at his phone, receiving notifications from twitter. even seeing a reply from you on the most recent tweet that he posted. he clicked on a notification from beomgyu, seeing his quote retweet.

“yn..” taehyun slowly spoke up, small hesitation in his voice. you turned your head, continuing to eat at the ice cream cone.

“yeah ?”

“how come… beomgyu looks after you so much ?” he straightforwardly asked, it wasn’t like it bothered him, of course not.. he knew that you and beomgyu were just friends, probably more than friends, and not in the romantic way. he truly felt like beomgyu was your older brother at times.

“beomgyu..? i don’t really know.. he’s never told me why exactly. y’know, there was a time in my life where not everyone really liked me, taehyun. not everyone was nearly as accepting as you have been… i think, one day.. he felt pity for me. i never told him that i believed that, he was my only friend, i didn’t want to scare him off..” you explained.

“well.. now you have more people to depend on.. you don’t have to go through things alone… but- why didn’t people like you..?” he felt odd asking, feeling as if maybe he was pushing his boundaries, but his mouth moved faster than his brain did.

“honestly… i have no idea. i think it has something to do with my family, our neighborhood isn’t that big taehyun, i’ve probably known your longer than you think i have.. when you live in a small town, a single mistake can ruin your entire family’s reputation. nearly all of my siblings left this place, so i wan the only one to face the repercussions of their mistakes.. they all came back once they felt like it was ‘safe’. i think that’s why- but I’m not 100% sure why people didn’t like me. it’s not like i used to socialize that much to make people upset a me.

what about you.. what was wrong with you and your friends today..?” you continued.

“they think i’m moving to fast..” he simply replied. trying to avoid the topic of nari and how she dumped him during his soccer game’s half time. he refused to talk to you about that, he was ashamed of the idea of bringing up his ex while the two of you were enjoying each other’s company.

“well.. do you think your moving too quick ?”

“with you.. no..? not at all, i think it seems that way.. but isn’t the whole point of relationships to listen your feelings and do what you believe is right ? as long as you feel comfortable with everything.. i think we’re moving at a really good pace.”

you stayed silent, not in a way to shun taehyun and his rant. but rather a comfortable silence, taehyun felt relaxed with you. he felt like he could spill any of his emotions and thoughts to you, and he was sure that you were bound to understand. you had proven yourself to be so much more understanding than his friends, and he loved that. he loved that he could tell you anything, he could get anything off of his chest, and he was sure that you would still be by his side.

taehyun tilted his head, you watched as he seemed to contemplate a few things. you finished your ice cream, wiping your hands on a brown napkin. he got up from the wooden bench where the two of you had sat to enjoy the ice cream cones, taehyun pulled out his hand. you looked at his hands and then your eyes led towards his face. a tiny smile on his face, as you took his hand, getting up from the bench.

“how long until you have to go home ?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“mmm- keep me out as long as you need, it’s better if i get home as late as possible.” you grinned, although your statement ended up making taehyun feel a bit sad for you. his heart ached at the thought of you purposely wanting to go home as late as you can because of your family.

taehyun kept a safe hold on your hand, he felt unnaturally warm. he felt like his heart was melting, at this rate he wasn’t sure if he’d make it throughout the day. his eyes stayed focused on the sidewalk, ensuring that the two of you were going exactly where he wanted the two of you to go. he was sure to keep you on the inside of the sidewalk.

he turned to take a few looks at you, his mind becoming corrupted in innocent little thoughts, his eyes becoming distracted by your reddish lips. he feels himself becoming a bit too distracted, bringing his focus back to the destination that he had in mind. he knew you would love the place that he was guiding you towards.

“tyun… where are we headed ?” you asked, knowing completely well that he wasn’t going to spill any of his secrets or surprises. but you still attempted to ask. in reality, the destination was only a few minutes away, like a block away.. but taehyun was having a bit too much fun walking with you while holding your hand. plus, it wasn’t like you really cared that taehyun was procrastinating on taking you home, in fact it just benefited the both of you.

“we’re going somewhere, promise that you’ll like it… don’t you trust me ?” and in all honesty, taehyun’s heart was still pounding like crazy after you gave him a nickname. and yeah, he had many people call him ‘tyun’ like soobin and yeonjun, but something was different when it fell off of your tongue.

“… i-.. i do. i trust you.” you hesitated, not fully believing your statement. you trusted him in this situation, but with the general question ‘do you trust me ?’ you couldn’t say that you did. but taehyun hadn’t done anything to prove otherwise, so far. there was also something in your gut that was telling you to trust the boy, something about him made you feel his sincerity, like he truly wanted to love you.

he turned the corner, as you followed behind. your eyes landed on a greenhouse. the amount of times that you had explored the town and you had never noticed the small greenhouse that was filled with a variety of flowers. taehyun led you inside the garden, it was rather spacious. taehyun closed the glass door behind him, watching as you admired the flowers that stayed safe from the cold breeze outside of the greenhouse.

you paused in front of the red roses, crouching in front of the flowers. plucking one from its stem, touching its soft rosy petals. eyes appreciating the form of life, a smile was brought to your face. eyes full of admiration and love for the flower.

“do y’know what a red rose means ?” you ask, turning your head towards taehyun, tilting your head to one side, bringing the rose close to your lips, smelling the scent that came off of the rose. petals slightly grazing your lips. taehyun came to crouch down across from you, the red rose filling the gap between the two of you. the sun creeping into the greenhouse, the sun shining on taehyun’s face, making his skin glow. the sunlight highlighting his lips, pink lips looking nearly kissable.

“of course i do.. love and passion.” he whispered, holding the rose with two fingers as you still kept your hold on it, but taehyun slowly let go. his hands still being held out. as you used your free hand to move his hands around the rose. he held it close to his chest, the two of you looked at each other. hearts pounding, taehyun kept one hand around the rose as he placed a hand on your chin. attempting to move you closer to him, his breath hitched, as so did yours. your eyes stayed on his lips, moving between his eyes and lips. you knew that maybe you should’ve stopped this from happening, but at the same time.. you wanted it so badly.

taehyun brought the rose up to your ear, as it stayed there, safely holding itself in place. your face moved closer to taehyun’s, beginning to feel a bit desperate for whatever he had in stock. your hands balanced yourself, holding onto taehyun’s button up as the two of you were still in your school uniform. you attempted to move him closer towards you. you felt his sweet lips graze against yours.

however,

you eventually felt a wet drop on your arm, followed by multiple drops. startling you, causing you to fall back. taehyun took your hand, preventing your fall from being worse than it could’ve been. he picked up the rose that fell out from its spot above your ear.

“you okay ?” taehyun asked, genuinely worried even though your fall wasn’t as bad as he thought it was. sitting still as the sprinklers continued to spray the water to hydrate the flowers.

“heh- i’m all good.” you giggled, smile displayed all over your face. a rosy blush on the both of your faces. still in disbelief that the two of you nearly kissed, and if it wasn’t for the damn sprinklers, then you would’ve been perfectly happy.

taehyun stood up, pulling out his hand for you. as you accepted his hand, reaching out for his hand. your hair progressively getting wetter as so did your clothing. the two of you ran out of the greenhouse, laughter and chuckles exiting your mouths. as soon as kang taehyun got the two of you out of the greenhouse, he took off his jacket.

he placed his jacket around you, as it hung from your shoulders. the rosy blush that had once left was now returning as you stood shyly in front of taehyun. he ruffled your wet strands a bit, getting out any leaves and dirt from your hair.

“you really do take great care of me, taehyun.”

“how can i not, you’re too pretty for me to just abandon you.. promise i’ll treat you better than they’ve treated you.” taehyun spoke, you knew exactly who ‘they’ is.. your family, past bullies and others who have treated you terribly. you couldn’t help but let out a toothy grin.

“first get me to the bus stop and then you can make me swoon.”

©️soobpricity

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an: sorry for not posting, i had midterms and finals… i also got a bit distracted by my demon and sweet home season 2 !!! ahhh song kang is literally filling my mind up 24/7 !! it’s definitely his year for acting !! n e way.. how do we feel about this ??

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zeninsama-moved · 1 year

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wanted to write a lil something about big brother naoya... this is my first time writing anything kinda long in a WHILE so i'm proud of myself :') i needed the practice so be nice to me. who knew all it took was incest and piss LMAO also can u believe i used caps for this one <3

tw for incest and piss, themes of humiliation and degradation (mostly the situation, "slut" used once), female reader (she/her prns and petnames like "baby girl" used), naoya is his own warning and he's kind of a dick, maybe a little clan-relevant misogyny if you squint, fingering, naoya gets a boney but this isn't about him, not really proofread u get what u get, naoya has a shitty accent and it's inconsistent

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Half an hour into your big brother's tirade, you realize you really need to pee.

All your objections fall upon deaf ears, your big brother telling you to shut up, stay quiet, or fuckin' listen each time you interrupt his ranting to try to ask. It's pointless. So instead, you bow your head in submission, whimpering from the painful straining of your bladder.

Fuck, you need to go. You're not sure how much longer you can hold it, but it's not for you to decide. You know your brother – when he's this angry, he could keep berating you for at least another hour.

You interrupt him once more.

"Please, nii-sama, I've learned my lesson, okay? I'm sorry!"

Above you, Naoya scoffs, arms folding over his broad chest. “I don’t believe that for a fuckin’ second. First you humiliate me in front of the elders, now yer talkin' to me like I'm some kind of idiot? Is that what this is? You think yer better than me?"

It's been a while since you've seen Naoya this upset. Even with his short temper, your sister antics usually only leave him mildly annoyed. Your brother doesn't take it lightly when he feels embarrassed – even worse, undermined – and by his little sister of all people. His little baby of a sister that's meant to walk three steps behind him, bow her head, speak when spoken to. Yes, Naoya-sama. No, Naoya-sama.

"No, nii-sama," you're weeping shamelessly at his feet, your face hot and hands fisting at the skirt of your kimono, all while your bladder strains painfully. "Please, I'm sorry! It hurts, nii-sama, please let me go."

It's probably a matter of seconds now, maybe a minute at best. You're begging, silently praying to whatever Gods are listening that Naoya will take mercy on you and let you up, let you rush to the bathroom in a technique-imbued sprint so you can finally get a release from this pain. You'll even settle for pity at this point, because if you let go now, release your bladder right in front of your brother – all over the tatami, all over your kimono – you'll never hear the end of it.

Imagining the walk of shame to the nearest servant, forced to explain the mess you’ve made in the other room with a heated face and head bowed in shame – all while your big brother laughs – sends a chill through your body.

You don't notice your head fell until Naoya cradles your face, lifting it up to meet his gaze again. He's crouched to your height now, both face and touch uncharacteristically gentle when compared to... well, everything else about him. His palm is warm, yet rough from nearly three decades of back-breaking training and battle.

For a moment, you think you're lucky. Maybe Naoya is finally taking pity on you after seeing you tremble, your bottom lip quivering and eyes wet with tears as you plead for his mercy. After seeing you look weak in comparison to him.

"Hey," he coos, caressing your cheek with his thumb, wiping a tear and relishing in the way you keen into his touch. His baby sister. His sweet girl that's depended on him every day since birth, relying on her onii-sama to guide her. "You know I'm not doin' this to be mean, right? Yer just... gettin' too mouthy for yer own good."

"Naoya-nii," you whimper, voice breaking. "I can't hold it anymore, please."

"Yeah, you can," he sighs. "Dumb baby, just shut up a second and listen to me."

Another gentle hand rests on your shoulder. When Naoya holds you like this, it almost feels loving. He presses a kiss to your hairline, dampened with sweat from your body's exertion. You take a deep breath, trying to will the ache in your bladder to go away. For a moment, it does.

"If ya mouthed off to anyone else, they'd throw yer ass in the disciplinary pit, but not me. Is that why you do it? You know you can be a brat to me 'cause I won't beat yer ass about it? Tell me."

You nod shakily. "Yes, Naoya-nii."

"Look at me."

You do. Naoya's features look softer, kinder, more like the brother you love. The one that would gently push on your back to make you bow when you were young. The one that held your hand and snuck you out of the estate during the summer to show you the fireflies. The one that, despite threatening to leave yer ass out to dry when he catches you meddling in places you shouldn't, always takes the fall for it so you don't get punished.

But he can only do so much for you. For now, at least. When the old man inevitably bites it, making him the clan head, he'll be untouchable. Therefore you will be too.

The urge returns. How did you forget?

Naoya watches your eyes widen, your lips part in a stammer.

"Shh," he soothes, silencing whatever you're about to say with his finger over your lips, then replacing the digit with his own.

The kiss is soft, you try and distract yourself with the feeling of his lips, more assertive than yours, and his tongue softly prying you open. The hand on your shoulder ventures lower, smoothing over linen, fingers digging under your obi to loosen it in a practiced motion. Eventually, he accesses the ties to your kimono, loosening that as well until the fabric parts, exposing your body to him, ignoring your whimpers and pleas of protest.

It's not that you don't want him to touch you, because fuck, you really want him to touch you, you're aching for it. It's the throbbing pain inside that looms over your head in a constant reminder. You can't do this right now. If his fingers touch you, god forbid enter you, you're not sure you'll be able to hold it. The slightest amount of pressure and –

"Look at you," Naoya sighs, allowing himself to be swept up in lust. He kisses your cheek, your jaw, hair tickling your face as his lips trail down your neck and nip at the sensitive skin. "So fuckin' beautiful. My beautiful girl, aren't ya?"

Still, you're keening into his touch. The linen of your kimono hangs limp over your body, Naoya reaches underneath it and palms your breast, groaning silently against your skin. The hand cradling your face repositions, caressing your jaw before pushing two thick fingers past your lips, leaving you no choice but to accept them. You do it dutifully, allowing your brother to glide his fingers over your tongue, even hollowing your cheeks weakly around them.

Naoya takes and takes. It's no different when it comes to your body. The blood rushes to his cock, tenting the fabric of his hakama as it swells. His hands only get greedier, moans sounding more desperate as he gropes at your body, feeling your nipples harden under his palm, your skin so unbearably soft. He wants to sink his teeth in you, mark you in places only he has the privilege to see. He finds the warmth of your mouth so tempting, so inviting, he can't help but push his fingers deeper. You choke around his fingers, coating them in a rush of saliva.

"Open your legs," Naoya orders, hand now resting atop your thigh, both of them still clenched tightly together, attempting to push them apart. Your eyes widen in panic.

"Naoya-nii, I can't," you mutter, shaking your head frantically. "At least let me go first. I'll be fast, I promise–"

"Nah," Naoya teases, lips curling in a sharp grin. "Trained you to be a real good girl, didn't I? You can hold it a few more minutes."

"I can't!"

"You will."

Your body acts on its own, betraying your will and allowing your brother to manhandle you into a position he finds more acceptable. Your legs open so easily for him, giving him access to your now unclothed pussy. Spit-slick fingers rub over your folds, gathering the wetness there. You let out a shaky breath.

"After all, it would be real fuckin' embarrassing if you did," Naoya drawls, his voice always takes on this soft, condescending tone when he teases you. "If you pissed yourself, I mean."

Naoya kisses you again, this time skipping the pleasantries and parting your lips with his tongue, greedily licking against your own to taste the inside of his sister's mouth. You're overextending yourself, trying to focus on too many things at once to forget how dangerously close you are to pissing yourself, because if you were to let go right now, it would get all over your big brother's hand – and then you really wouldn't catch a break. So you try to focus on the softness of his tongue, on the pleasure of his fingers finding friction over your swollen clit.

"I don't wanna," you whimper, voice sounding like that of a petulant child. "Naoya-nii..."

"No?" He mocks, nearly grinning from ear to ear. "Don't wanna piss yourself like a dumb baby? Then don't."

One hand grips your hip to steady you, the fingers on his other finally breaching the tight entrance of your cunt. Your jaw drops, mouth hanging open in a moan. His fingers are thick. He always gives you two right off the bat, claiming he's being generous and prepping you for his dick instead of making you take it. It's funny, how he loves you like that.

His sweet baby sister, opening for him like a flower.

Pleasure sparks through your body as the heel of his palm grinds into your clit, providing the right amount of pressure in tandem with his prodding fingers. Your mouth hangs open, unmoving and pliant while his tongue licks into it, kissing the corner of your lips. The fullness of your bladder makes everything feel so much more sensitive, more responsive as your brother works his fingers and and out of your cunt, aided by your saliva and drooling arousal.

Knowingly, his fingers reposition and curve, finding that spot within you and targeting it with the pads of his fingers. It triggers what you've been fighting so hard to hold. For the first time since he started berating you, you move, hands clinging to his clothed forearm, clawing at it in desperation. Your body and mind are on two different pages, the little voice in your head still grounded in reality screaming for you to push him off. Maybe you could swing it with a desperate surge of cursed energy, but your hands urge his fingers deeper, keeping them pressed against that spot.

Naoya seems to like this, cock throbbing at the sight of you trying to get yourself off on his fingers. He can feel your pussy squeezing, sucking them deeper.

"Hey, you forget your fuckin' manners?" He reprimands, though the amused look on his face doesn't match his tone. He's getting off on this, the sick bastard. You know he is. "Gonna ask me first or were you just gonna keep humping my hand like some desperate slut?"

"Please, Naoya-nii," you blurt out, the tightly-wound coil inside you clenching tighter by the second.

"The fuck was that?"

"Nii-sama," you correct, pleading. It's so fucking close. "Nii-sama, please, can I cum?"

Naoya hums, pretending to think it over. His fingers plunge in and out of your cunt at a rapid pace, filling the small room with the obscene squelching of your arousal. Your hips move on their own, desperate to meet his pace, riding his thick fingers to chase the high. Maybe you have the restraint to hold it, let yourself cum on his fingers and still have enough time to rush to the bathroom before it takes a turn for the worse.

"Gonna pull that shit again?" He asks, pace not relenting. "Hm? Gonna lash out at me again like a spoiled brat when everyone can see you? Make me look like a fuckin' idiot?"

"No!"

"Yeah, better fuckin' not. Undermine me again and I'll kill ya. Now cum for me."

You don't need any further prompting. Your body goes lax, walls clamping snug around Naoya's fingers before releasing, soaking them in a hot rush of cum. He fucks you through it, not once stopping or slowing, narrow brown eyes watching your pussy coat his knuckles in a layer of milky white. "There's my good girl," he praises, soft but sweet, only ever meant for you to hear. "There's my good baby girl, that's it, let me have it."

It hits you for the last time before your orgasm even finishes, the relaxing of your muscles. You physically can't hold it back anymore, even if you could, it's far too late.

There's another surge of warmth, the wet sloshing of another liquid streaming from your spread legs and making a mess on your brother's hand, soaking the sleeve of his haori, soaking the tatami, trickling down your inner thighs in clear rivulets. Naoya's jaw drops, eyes widening at the sight. Even then, he can't fucking stop.

"What did I say, huh? Didn't I tell you to hold it?" His fingers press harder at your inner walls, ramping up the pace, desperate to fuck every last drop from you as his cock throbs under his hakama. "You're that incapable, can't even hold your own piss?"

You're fucking horrified.

"I'm sorry, nii-sama!" you sob. "I didn't mean to, I promise!"

"Yeah, yeah," he sneers. "Go on then, let it out."

With no other option, you resign yourself. Your body slumps forward onto Naoya's broader frame, shuddering, the urine releasing in pulsating gushes along with your orgasm, further soaking everything else. Hand, haori, tatami, even the linen of your kimono pooled underneath you. Your body is overwhelmed. Your face burns hotter, eyes drooping in exhaustion and relief. Blood rushes in your ears, heart pounding loud enough, you're certain Naoya can hear it.

The room spins.

Naoya's opposite hand rubs your back in a rare act of affection. It feels different from pity. He kisses the top of your head, then your shoulder, allowing you to come down slowly.

As the rushing of blood quiets, you're too ashamed to pull your face from the crook of his neck.

"Kid, look at me."

"Don' wanna."

"Come on."

Sniffling, you force yourself upright, still kneeling on your jello legs.

Still kneeling on the cold, soaked garments. Gross.

Naoya cradles your feverish cheek. You look cute like this, lips pouted, face absolutely debauched. His heart swells in his chest.

"I'm sorry, nii-sama."

"You kidding me?" He laughs under his breath. "You know how hot that fuckin' was? Almost came in my pants 'cause of you. Wanna see you do that shit again for me."

Embarrassed, you scoff and look away, but your brother redirects you, kissing you once more – chaste, but gentle. Reassuring.

After that, he leans back and starts undressing from the waist up, shrugging off his haori, working on his kimono, all until the soiled garments sit in a heap.

"Now go get someone to clean this shit up."

"Me?" You ask, incredulous, looking down at your disheveled form – still soaked, might you add. "Can't you go find someone to do it?"

"I wasn't the one that pissed myself, little sis. Now get out of here."

#tw piss #tw incest #tw humiliation #drops this and runs #this was good practice #not putting this shit in the tags lmaoooo #mercury writes

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fizzyswirl · 2 months

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honestly this whole admin situation is getting out of hand. Like specifically the qsmp fandom has become one of the most toxic groups I've ever seen. Like I understand the anger and frustration. I understand we want answers we want things to go how we want them to. But at the end of the day the admin situation is something that unfortunately can't be instantly resolved. Work issues like this will take a while to resolve. Especially of the union is involved.

I honestly dislike being apart of fandoms because of toxic people, like I want to enjoy stuff without being in the fandoms because all I see is negative things and hate. Sure what I'm seeing is understandable that we all are upset. But even when I block hashtags that have these topics I still have only seen mostly stuff about the admin issue and I am curious to where I wanna know what's going on. I should just leave because I feel this fandom is going to be too toxic.

I want to love it as it updates me on things like what's going on on the streams and has the best pictures that people take and the fanart/animations are amazing!

But it's just not healthy for me to be in the fandoms and I should fully leave the qsmp fandom, I again still gonna enjoy qsmp as long as it excists as it's the only server all these cc's mainly interact on and I love the bond that have been made because of the server, but I'm forcing myself to never cone back because I dont think this fandom will ever improve as harsh as I may be sounding.

To those who are in a similar feeling as I am, if u need to leave u should if this all is hurting u. Take time away if u wanna come back and if even getting into the content is not helping u take time to find other content to enjoy, we all need to handel this whole situation in a healthy way because being upset is understandable but at the end of the day we can't really do a lot and harrassing people won't help at all even if we want to see action being done fully, we don't know what's going on behind the scenes and so those who are staying.

Please think before u speak, please be kind to one another, and to those who makes art and shares pictures of moments, please continue, u all make my day when I see some positivity on the qsmp hashtag, i may never come back (depending on what's happening after a while) but there are others who may be staying and/or taking a break and need some nice things to look at.

Sorry if this sounds like I'm angry at anyone, I'm just tired of this all as much as u all are probability and I just want u all to remember that even tho action needs to be made and for us to know some info.

This isn't a easy issue to resolve as it has layers and the union being involved will be resolving it take more time and there may be legal reasons to not share what's happening. We don't know the full story and what's happening behind the scenes.

So if u need to relax I reccomend doing anything else until we know what's going on. We'll eventually get answers it'll just take longer than we think.

But if this is my last goodbye, I wish everyone luck and I'm sorry that this all is upsetting u, I am feeling as upset and stressed as u all may be feeling. Take care of yourself and know that things may seem like life will never get better but it will. It just will take time. Don't worry about what may not occur but just focus on the present as we can't predict things.

Here's a picture of my most fave egg, Richas to make u all smile even just a little bit.

But take car everyone and thank u for the positive community we all tried to make :)

#qsmp critical #qsmp fandom neg #qsmp

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romantichomicide95 · 1 year

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Hello. How are you? You're drabbles are amazing. Would like to request a Levi x Jealous Fem Reader (canon). A slight NSFW would be great. Thank u, please be safe. 😍

Thanks :) that’s so sweet!

Slight NSFW warning.

Sorry this took longer than I thought. I kept coming back to it in drafts. I may have written Levi a little OOC. I apologize. I have a bit of a harder time writing nsfw for him while trying to stay true to who he is.

The pit in your stomach was ever growing. Watching the way they interacted made the bile in your stomach creep it’s way into your throat. You knew they were just friends, but jealousy was tricky like that. It came at the most unexpecting moments.

Levi was yours. You knew that, he had been for months. You’d exchanged “I love yous”; as awkward as it was for him; you had been intimate multiple times, you knew he was there to stay. You knew he wanted you, and only you.

However, again jealousy is tricky like that. It creeps it’s way in like a lion ready to pounce on its unsuspecting prey. Quick and sudden. And that’s how it always happened to you. Every time.

You never told him how seeing him with other woman made you feel. It didn’t matter who, but you knew he’d find it ridiculous. You knew he’d roll his eyes and scoff “you’re so dramatic” he’d say.

You also knew he’d never do anything to step out on you. He’d never cheat, or betray you. He was loyal, more loyal than anyone you knew. To the scouts, to humanity, to your commander, to his squad…and most importantly to you.

But even knowing all of that, that sting in your heart, the bile in your throat, the pit in your stomach, it all persisted. Sometimes it put you in a sour mood, you were mostly good at hiding it but today was different. Today you couldn’t hide it. She was flirting, Levi wasn’t very receptive to flirting. It took him weeks to even notice you were trying. He didn’t pick up on things like that. But still, she knew what she was doing.

So after a long day of training, after eating dinner in silence with the rest of your comrades, after avoiding any semblance of eye contact; here you were alone…with him…and you couldn’t hide it. He could read you like a book.

“What’s up with you today” he said, one eyebrow raised in curiosity. You’d just come back from dinner, back to his room. You always spent your nights with him lately, you couldn’t bare the thought of being away from him.

“Nothing…” was all you could muster to say. He inched closer to you, just a bit. He wasn’t much for affection, or extreme physical contact.

“Obviously something’s wrong Y/N” he said, his gaze on you was intent. His eyes swimming with confusion. You didn’t want him to think you were mad. You were just upset, insecurity did that to you.

“If I tell you, promise you won’t roll your eyes, or make that little huff you do…” you pause.

“And definitely don’t tell me I’m being dramatic.” You finish.

“I will do my best…swear”

“Okay, well” you take a deep breathe “girls name was flirting with you, today during training. You guys were spending a good chunk of time together and she was flirting. I know it’s dumb but she knew what she was doing and that bothers me” you let it all out so fast you almost choke over your words.

Levi just stares at you. A blank expression, you hate how sometimes you couldn’t read his face. You couldn’t gauge the thought behind his eyes.

“That is dumb…I’m sorry…” you could tell he was holding his eye roll back, he swallows. “What I mean is, I don’t think she was flirting. She just needed help.”

“You wouldn’t know if someone was flirting with you if your life depended on it Levi” you say.

“Okay…okay. I guess that’s fair. your acting weird today because your jealous?” He sounded almost amused.

“Yup”.

“Well…that is dumb. Jealous little brat. Come here” he pulls you closer to him. It was unexpected, usually you’re the one to initiate physical contact.

He pulls you onto his lap. “What can I do to make you less jealous, to show you I don’t want any other woman? Should I do this?” He says nibbling your neck, he knew that was your weak spot.

“Levi..” you giggle “I am trying to be serious here.”

“I am serious.” He says in between kisses to your neck, he moves up to your lips. Kissing you deeply, slightly biting your lip as he pulls away. You were on top of him now, one leg on either side. You could feel him growing hard as the intensity of your kissing grew. His hand finding his way up your shirt, cupping your breasts.

“I think everyone would be jealous if they could see us now” he says while removing your shirt over your head.

You weren’t expecting for your conversation to lead here. You weren’t mad about it, but you weren’t sure how it got here. You had pretty much avoided Levi all day, one word answers and no eye contact. Could that be why? You knew he hated it when you gave him the cold shoulder, even if it was unintentional. Could that be the key to getting his attention this way? For him to show more affection, be more open.

His fingers unbuttoning your pants, sliding themselves into the warmth of you took you out of the thought. You couldn’t really think about anything else anymore, not when you’re with him like this.

The jealousy faded away, like it was never there. It was tricky like that.

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Vlad returned early next morning to charge the Bond. Reluctantly - he's still embarrassed Ji Ho cought him in that silly mud fight with Jack... Vlad doesn't want Ji Ho to think he's childish. He knows how hard it is for Ji Ho to get over his anxiety and he so tries to act dependable and 'grown up' for him...

And shortly after Vlad arrived, the sun began to shine and Jack made pancakes for breakfast! He's so glad Vlad can finally eat real food, that he eventually learned how to cook! (That was about time ^^')

Ji Ho and Jack would love to go swimming but they have to care for Saiwa. No way they let him alone after his breakdown.

Vlad: "Go. I'll stay here for a bit longer." Jeb and Kiyoshi are in a bad state too and they need Vlad, but he would do anything to see Ji Ho happy. And Ji Ho is the happiest when he swims.

And while the two youngest went to the beach, Sai got up. Saiwa: "I should get myself together. I'm a burden for everyone around me." Vlad: "So Jack is a burden for everyone around him too?" Saiwa: "Of course not!"

Vlad: "See? We are there for each other. That's what friends are for, hm? None of us is a burden. Take your time. We will be fine. Look how happy they are."

Vlad can feel through the Bond how happy Ji Ho is.

And the Bond tells Ji Ho how happy Vlad is because he's happy. That's so odd. Ji Ho: "Jack, Morgan said I put a Siren's Spell on Vlad to beguile him. Do you think that's possible without me knowing? That the Council maybe used my grandfather to make me do this to gain access to his powers? Vlad is so so happy just because I'm happy right now. This isn't normal, don't you think? That he's so obsessed with me. I know now it's also the Bond - but he had been like this long before. He died for me - without hesistance." Jack: "Don't you forget about Val and Jino! Your souls travelled through time and space just to be reborn in you two. Your love is epic!" Ji Ho: "But if it's real - why can't I love him?" Jack sighed. He has no answer to that either. He is still struggling to wrap his head around Kiyoshi. That he's a diety now and that he did not torture them at the Lab and saved them instead. And almost got executed for this. And on top of it all, Jack tried to kill him... How is he supposed to deal with all this? On top of with all his other disorders?

The chirping of the birds is driving Saiwa crazy. It reminds him of his unutterable fake relationship with Kiyoshi... And now it's getting even louder! Is there a bird in the house?

Saiwa: "Oh I know this noise!" Vlad: "Saiwa! Wait!"

Saiwa: "What is he doing here!? There's no way I will let him mess with our brains! We know nothing about Arturo and why he gave us this board! What if the Council sent him!" Vlad: "Tiny Can followed them here because he missed Jack. They hid him because they were afraid it would upset you. But they need help, Saiwa. Professional help. We do what we can for them but we can't do everything, hm? Look, there is no internet or other remote connection to anything here. Just the PACKs device you've built. And you could set up the AI so, that it does not send our data anywhere, right?" Tiny Can looked sideways sheepishly and let out a sad chirp.

Vlad left. Kiyoshi and Jeb need him. Saiwa sighed.

But then he started to ponder about how to make the AI safe to use. For Jack and Ji Ho. And maybe also for himself. Maybe the tin can can point him a way back to Jeb...

Meanwhile Jack found a TukTuk at the beach and he's disappointed. Why couldn't it be a spaceship instead? (Opposed to Vlad, Jack has no problems acting childish ^^')

Outtakes

They have a hunch they are in a simulation! Or - maybe... we are? o.o'

From the Beginning ~ Underwater Love ~ Latest 🕹️ 'Therapy Game' from the beginning ▶️ here 📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 17-22 ~ 23-28

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dippindaz · 2 years

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how do u think the grabber would react if reader fell pregnant? Like how would that go? 💀💀💀

A/N: :0 I- I had never even thought of this before you asked. I hope headcanons for this are ok! :) sorry this is kind of short as well I didn’t completely know what to write for it lmao, I don’t have much experience with kids.

Part 2 has been written and can be found here

The Grabber x Pregnant Reader

Warnings: Brief mention of a breeding kink, mentions of kidnapping, he’s insecure :’( and has a lot of guilt, reader is pregnant obvi, mentions you going into labor, Unedited

So, I think there’s a few different ways this could go, I think this is also dependent on your relationship.

For example, if you have no emotional bond and it was just kind of a one time (or even multiple time) thing I think it’s possible he would kill you out of fear for being a father, or maybe not kill you but kill the fetus. Such as stabbing your womb. I feel like he isn’t the kind of guy to do one night stands with random people so for this one you were definitely someone he kidnapped and then it just kinda happened.

The next possible way, and the way I like better cause it’s cuter, is if you did have an emotional bond. The relationship wasn’t just sex and was romantic, regardless if you were a kidnapped victim or not.

In this way, at first he’s probably panicking, however since he cares about you and loves you, he isn’t going to do anything as drastic as the other way.

If you’re a victim that’s still trapped in the basement he likely won’t visit you for a couple days. He just needs to get his emotions in check.

If you weren’t kidnapped or were and no longer stay in the basement, he’s pretty out of it around you. A bit distant but also extra emotional.

After the initial shock he’ll come back around acting more like his normal self.

He definitely apologies for being so weird.

He’s also more emotional than you, even with your messed up hormones.

One day he’s completely calm and collected, taking care of you. The next day he’s freaking out and panicking and venting to you about how he’s scared to mess up as a father.

If he hasn’t talked about his past with you he’s planning on talking you or already has now.

You’ll be gentle and assure him he isn’t the adults that were in his life. (Even though he kidnaps kids lmao)

Speaking of, he probably won’t be kidnapping any children at least not for a long time.

Once you’re in your third trimester he’s gonna baby tf out of you.

Like, you’re never alone now unless he’s at work.

He’ll 100% take the longest possible paternity leave he can.

Once you go into labor he’s gonna be panicking. Think of how in The Sims, sims panic while your sim is giving birth. Yeah that’s him right now.

At first he won’t want to hold the baby for fear of hurting it. It may take some convincing from you to get to finally do it.

Once he does, his entire world changes.

Be prepared for a lot of nervous but fun and careful dad grabber, cause that’s what he is.

He is determined to be better than any adults he ever knew as a kid and that makes him a pretty good dad.

Except most of the time you have to be the bad guy.

Also be prepared for some rough nights. Nights where he’s guilt ridden over all the horrible things he did to those random kids he kidnapped.

He almost couldn’t imagine ever kidnapping again now that he has his own kid. Almost.

Him and the kid are gonna best friends. Like they’ll be doing everything together.

If he ever makes his kid upset in any way, shape, or form, he is going panic and fear them hating him forever. Especially if he made them cry.

He also has this little constant fear in the back of his mind that they’ll be just like him. They’ll have his messed up thoughts, his fucked up emotions, a constant battle of good and evil inside their head.

He might not express just how scared he is but know, he is. He needs your comfort.

After the kid has been put to bed you’ll be playing in bed and it’s just one of those nights where he can’t turn off his brain. His thoughts are constantly going and his fears and worries are in the forefront of his mind.

You can tell easily when it’s one of those nights. He’ll only mumble a “goodnight” and be turned away from you, or be on his back staring at the ceiling.

Give him extra comfort and love on these nights. He needs to know he’s a good dad and hasn’t fucked up. He needs a distraction of his brain. You’re the only person who can distract him.

The next morning he’ll either be super sleepy and groggy or he’ll be calmer and happier.

Overall he’s a good dad, but he is insecure about it. He’s also always worrying about not just your kid but you.

Ngl to you, you being pregnant and having his kid probably created a whole kink that he didn’t know he had (aka a breeding kink)

If you both want it you’ll definitely be having another kid.

If not that’s ok, you’re both content and happy with the life you’ve got now.

(If your child is a girl he doesn’t want her to date ever)

(If they’re a boy he’s just as overprotective but more so just letting them go out alone)

Every birthday whether it’s yours or your child’s, he makes a homemade birthday cake.

When he first started doing he may or not have destroyed the kitchen

100% wants to homeschool your guys’ kid.

Long story short, he’s a good dad but he need your assurance.

Also, he encourages his kid to talk about their emotions.

#WhatWeAllNeededButNeverHad

#the black phone #horror #horror x you #the grabber #slashers x reader #slashers x you #the black phone x reader #the black phone x you #the grabber x reader #the grabber x you #horror x reader

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alexanderlightweight · 1 year

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Hello!

It's pretty common for you to touch on how...unhealthy Alec's relationship with his siblings/clary can be so going off that...

Jace/Izzy/Clary over step malec boundaries (maybe alec tells them to stop coming to magnus for every magical want/need, or that they have to go through official means/pay him and J/I/C not only ignore him but something bad comes from it or whatever) and it has*long term consequences.* "Actions have consequences and, sometimes, those consequences are permanent" is my absolute favorite

Sorry if this is too long or too specific

Hey no this was fine and good and fun to write, my bf is going to make a list of guidelines and the dos and don’ts for prompts so people don’t have to guess and worry so much.

I hope this works for what you wanted

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“I manipulated the Institute database so that you’re no longer a part of the investigation.” Alec says, his body locked and ridged in the corner of Magnus’ balcony.

“Alexander,” Magnus finds himself growling and then he’s unexpectedly interrupted—

“Magnus, I didn’t do it because I think you need to prove yourself or I think I’m doing you a favor and covering up something. I did it because I need to tell you something and the last thing you need to worry about are clave officials knocking on your door and bothering you.”

“The clave wants to chip downworlders.” Alec bites out, and his gaze is distant and pointedly avoiding Magnus’ own eyes. “And Jace agreed to it.” Magnus watches as Alexander stares at where their hands are tangled together.

“I asked for your hair earlier because I panicked and I knew you were innocent and I wanted you out of the claves' crosshairs, because I knew they’d target you. In what they consider revenge for my defilement.”

Alexander takes a deep breath and moves closer, “but I miscalculated and I didn’t take your feelings into consideration. I should never have made a choice, any choice, on your behalf before talking to you first. You had every right to be upset at my failure to communicate earlier, but I find I can’t give you the space you deserve if I want to stay with you.

“I’m going to break ties with the institute and the clave. I can’t in good conscience, as someone who loves you, be a part of an organization that would treat you as chattel or bait.” Alexander gives a tired sigh, “you know, I knew I couldn’t depend on Jace’s morals versus his grandmother's approval. But I did think and trust that he’d make the selfish choice for my sake, as his parabatai. Especially after everything with Clary.”

Alec heaves a deep sigh, “but it turns out I couldn’t even trust him with the man I love. Magnus this isn’t something I can pretend never happened. I’ve been too soft on him but this goes beyond a teachable moment. Actions have consequences and sometimes, those consequences are permanent.

“I will no longer be an attaché of the nephilim ranks. I will instead devote my skills and knowledge to whatever cause you point me to. Whatever will help protect you.”

#shadowhunters #magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec #immortal husbands #writing wednesdays #writing wednesday #words are a weapon and i do with them what i can #anon prompt #prompt fill #prompt fic #anon reply #my fanfics #my fics #my ficlets #lumine writes

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angelic-jeonghan1004 · 2 years

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Cravity Reaction to The Silent Treatment After Calling You Clingy || hyung line

Request: I wanted to know if I could request Cravity reaction to you giving them silent treament after they call you clingy

I’m so so sorry this took me so long I’ve not mentally been here for the most part so writing has been a bit hard on me but I’m doing my best.

Pairing: Cravity x reader

Genre: fluff, angst if you squint

♡๑⌓✿ ◍✧* ♡๑⌓✿ ◍✧*♡๑⌓✿ ◍✧* ♡๑⌓✿ ◍♡๑

Serim

At first he’s going to find you petty and be like “baby really? It was a joke”

The longer it lasts the more he’s going to whine and be pouty

Looking at you like a lost puppy so you’ll be lovey with him again

He’ll probably get genuinely upset if you keep it going for too long but will try showings physical displays of affection to you till you crack

He just wants your love he was just in a silly goofy mood

Or to talk to you

He wants any way he can get your attention back on him

Will do anything to woo you

and how can you stay mad at him for long?

Allen

so he’d be completely joking

he loves your affection

But you were done with his games as he just whined asking why you were so clinging when you back hugged him for the 5th time

You decided to play into and just stop

No affection no nothing

Talked to him like all was fine but you weren’t initiate anything

so the shock on his face once you stopped showering him in love?

he wanted you to fix that real quick

The boy was going mad as he’d try to hold ur hand and all you’d respond is “someone’s being clingy”

Boys loosing his mind

he would do aegyo if he had to even

hes so desperate for you and your love

will try holding your hand, leaving his head on your shoulder, anything he can

please give this sweet boy affection he didn’t mean it

Jungmo

If he knew joking with you today would put him through this pain he would’ve never

He loves you too much to handle this

He just wanted to tease you for your inability to now hold his hand 25/8

He found it so precious he just wanted a simple joke

But you’re pout and soon fall on deaf ears he’d be a kicked puppy

He’ll do anything to get ur attention back and be so insanely clingy

Wrap himself around you like a koala and kiss you everywhere

he misses you please give him ur love again it’s all he wants

You’ll give him affection whether you like it or not

he’ll be sure to pull his weight in that department so he can come off as the clingy one to ensure your love

Woobin

At first would think ur just joking around so he’d try to talk to you

But when the silent treatment came in he was like oh no my s/o is upset :(

Would genuinely get sad

He loves you so much ur his world

He likes to joke around and be confident with you

but he really can depend on your affection as reassurance

So he’d be hard on himself for making a comment that upset you to the point of not wanting to talk to him or be loving with him

Like cue sad woobi thinking his s/o feels under appreciated

He’d probably give you a little bit of space

but then make you your favorite dish in hopes to make you happy with him

He’ll apologize and express how much he loves your affection

If you allow he’ll hold your hand

Gosh this sweet sweet boy please shower him with all the love you can

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ya-zz · 1 year

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UNTITLED

It was like 2am when I wrote this, so apologies if it doesn't make sense. Was actually debating on whether or not to upload this, but here you go.

Ramattra x Reader (gen)

Word count: 787

Since your arrival at the Monastery, Ramattra had hated you, in fact he despised you. He wanted nothing more than to crush that pretty little throat of yours and watch you choke on your own blood. Just the thought of you suffering made his circuits warm.

That was until he had grown used to you. The days turned into weeks, the weeks into months. He had been getting used to you being around, being a nuisance but overall helping everyone whenever possible. He saw the kindness in you, the kindness you showed to omnics, the care you took in making sure they were ok.

He saw how you put others before yourself, no matter the species. He watched on from the sidelines, watching you grow in the little time he had known you. You were a temporary guest that had long overstayed the original agreed time, and that time was up.

Ramattra let out a small sigh when the day finally came. Be it relief or something else, he didn’t know. He was conflicted. All he could do was watch and wait.

As he wandered the Monastery halls, he stopped just short of the entrance, watching as you hugged the other monks, a warm smile on your face and tears in your eyes. The others were just as upset as you were, although their faces were stoic as always.

You reassured them that you would be back as soon as you could return, and just before you left, you caught the hidden omnic in the shadows.

Ramattra approached you, he didn’t know why, he barely even spoke to you, but something inside of him wanted to wish you well.

“Ramattra.” You started, looking up at him. “Didn’t expect you to come see me off.”

“Neither did I.” He tilted his head down to look at you. “Your presence will be missed.”

Your eyes widened slightly at the comment. “Didn’t think you liked me either.”

He paused for a moment. “I don’t. But I suppose I’ll miss seeing you around.”

A small laugh escaped you.

Ramattra stared at you, his optics hidden behind his face plate. There was something inside of him that wanted to say more. He wasn’t sure if you would ever return, despite you saying you would. Humans are so unpredictable.

“Perhaps we could talk more on your return?” He asked.

The sudden question startled you. Your eyes met his, and a feeling of warmth spread through your body. Although the pair of you barely spoke, a few good mornings and good evenings here and there to each other in passing, you never really had a chance to sit down and talk to him. In fact, you avoided him due to his stiff demeanour, and now a part of you regretted it.

Ramattra thought the same thing. He avoided you simply because you were a human. He wanted nothing to do with you, except he watched you closely until he deemed you somewhat acceptable. The monk had developed some form of feeling towards you that he couldn’t describe.

Looking up at him, you smile softly. “I would like that.”

“Do you know when you’ll return?”

“Could be a few months, depending on how busy it gets.” You shake your head.

He hummed in response, not knowing what else to say.

“I’ll miss seeing you around too.” You break that silence.

“You were annoying, I won’t lie.” He admitted, a small chuckle escaping his throat.

“And you’re a stalker. Don’t think I didn’t know that you were watching me.” There was a slight playfulness in your voice as you spoke. “But I understand why you had your doubts.”

Ramattra nodded, a feeling of embarrassment rising in him. Something else he hadn’t felt for a long time.

“I apologise.”

You shake your head again. “It’s fine. You had your doubts, I don’t blame you.”

He watched you as you checked the time. “I don’t want to hold you back. Go. We will speak again soon.” Ramattra tilted his head to the side slightly, as if to express a smile.

Something inside of him wanted you to stay longer; to hold you back and keep you here in the Monastery. You had warmed his circuitry far more than any other being has, but he didn’t know how to express it. He watched as you smiled at him and turned to leave. His body wanted to move, to pull you back as his mind was short circuiting from the overflow of emotions.

You turn back at him, smiling just as the warm winter sun hits your face.

“I’ll come back to annoy you, don’t worry.”

He chuckled, raising his hand to wave you off.

“I look forward to it.”

#overwatch #ramattra #overwatch fanfiction #overwatch ramattra #ow #ramattra x reader #fanfic #ramattra fanfic #ramattra x you #reader

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k-s-morgan · 1 year

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You mentioned that you have a scenario planned where Ciel will ask Sebastian to kill him at the end of S2. I find this absolutely fascinating - how do you think Sebastian would react to this? Would he understand Ciel's motivations behind asking him? What would Ciel's motivations and thoughts be? The young Phantomhive has always been breathtakingly noble, so I wouldn't be surprised if it were out of principle - he could no longer pay Sebastian what he was due, but he could at least give him the option to be free from an eternity as a servant. Unless you have something else in mind? I am desperate to hear your thoughts on this! How exciting!

Hey! I'm so glad that you liked this tidbit from what it to come for Ciel and Sebastian :D

Here's what I envision. At the end of S2, Ciel and Sebastian are in a very interesting situation. While they are still technically united by a contract, they both understand that Sebastian can break it any time. Ciel knows that Claude killed Alois for no reason, out of blue, just because he wanted it. Sebastian can do it, too. In fact, he would be fully justified in killing Ciel now - he fulfilled his part of the bargain. He even had that demon-killing sword nearby. But he didn't do it.

Sebastian keeps Ciel alive: more than that, he keeps serving him. However, he looks somber and conflicted about it till the rest of the episode, and he did attack Ciel when he woke up, even though it wasn't to kill. He's torn and he's miserable because he no longer understands what he should do and why he feels the way he does.

Ciel tries to show that he’s in control, but there are flashes of vulnerability pointing out that he’s not sure where they stand any more. Both he and Sebastian are so confused that they both choose to maintain their habits in attempt to pretend that everything’s normal. The morning tea, the dressing ritual - all to avoid thinking of what happened and its repercussions.

Ciel needs Sebastian, he is dependent on him. He is terrified of being abandoned, so he’ll never break the contract despite knowing it’d be fair. From how I see the possible continuation, for some time, Ciel will try to act like nothing changed, but Sebastian's palpable misery and depression will bother and hurt him. It'll get so bad that at some point, he'll break down. He will no longer be able to act like everything is fine - he'll take Sebastian to the Demon Island, the place where he was supposed to die, and he'll order him to find the demon-killing sword that was buried with Claude.

Once Sebastian obeys, Ciel will tell him to kill him. He'll see it as his only solution: he's too possessive of Sebastian, he spent too long in certainty that he'd die as his Master, that he'd be consumed by him. Ciel will never let him go willingly by breaking the contract, but he respects Sebastian and himself enough to not want to be a burden when Sebastian is so clearly upset by it. So Ciel will put this decision in Sebastian's hands. If he wants to be free, he can fulfill Ciel's order and get rid of him for good.

This will push Sebastian into the very last corner. He'll be furious, scared, in disbelief. He'll keep stalling, and Ciel will lose his patience. He'll try to kill himself right there, maybe by throwing himself at the sword in Sebastian's hands, and Sebastian will save him - again. After this, he'll no longer be able to deny that he wants to stay with Ciel forever, that the thought of his death is unbearable.

So much angst to come, I can't wait :D

#my fics #sebaciel #black butler #kuroshitsuji #post canon #anime

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luckycheesefoodie321 · 1 year

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I saw Avatar Way of the Water (spoilers)

Let’s get a few things straight.

The goddamn death flags on my boy Neteyam who was the older brother who has to look after his rambunctious and mischievous younger brother. We’ve seen it before but goddamn did I wish it didn’t happen. The fact that one of the last scenes was Jake and Neytiri visiting him through Eywa.

The way Jake just kept taking all his stress out on Lo’ak because of his desperation to keep everyone safe and feeling everything spiralling out of control to the point he doesn’t see his son for who he is and what he is doing and the fact that beyond the start of the film, he follows almost every single order his father gives him, bar one’s that impact people he cares for… but then at the end when Payakan helps Lo’ak and Jake reach the surface, he finally looks over at his son and sees him. Not their circumstances. Not the consequences of their situation. But his son.

Are we trying to imply Kiri is Jesus??? Like Grace’s avatar is randomly pregnant when the last we see her, she’s with Eywa??? Bc she doing something psychic…

First movie was heavy on the colonialism. We continue that through line in the further plundering of natural resources and destruction of habitat… and the obviously blatant disparaging of the whaling business…

Love that the Metkayina were heavily inspired by the Māori culture… the tattoos on both the Metkayina and the tulkun, to whom the Metkayina have strong kin ties… giving me Whale Rider vibes. Which is fun because Tonowari, the chief of the Metkayina is played by Cliff Curtis who is in Whale Rider.

kinda hilarious to me then that the main harpoon dude is Australian. Glad Payakan ripped that POS arm off as retribution.

Neytiri is a death goddess. Like bro when she mounts her ikran after Neteyam’s death, her eyes and stance just screams she’s out for blood. And was v worried she was gonna kill Spider. I hope that’s a relationship that improves because I don’t want Spider to have any reason to be crawling back to Quaritch bc Neytiri is shunning him.

I also really appreciate Ronal. Badass pregnant lady. Tonowari goes “you should stay” Ronal snarls back “I will ride!” Ain’t nothing gonna stop her!

Finally. Tuk is baby. Protect my snarling lil child at all costs.

There were a lot of familiar beats to this film story wise, and it did feel like one big set up to the follow up movies. The narration was a bit much bc you can’t explain it as Jake talking into the video logs anymore so it just got inserted a few too many times. And yes it felt a touch too long but we also barely spent anytime just immersing in the new part of Pandora we had just been introduced to. Especially after we so abruptly ran away from the Omaticaya and Jake stepped down as chief. I was genuinely upset when they stopped the montage of them learning the ways of the Metkayina to take in more of Quaritch terrorising villages and hunting tulkun.

But overall I think it was a very well done film. The ending hit hard. There were scenes that were just gorgeous to look at. I loved that different Na’vi have evolved differently to other Na’vi depending on their environment. But you see the similarities in culture, you see that they still have the spirit tree which ties them to the Great Mother, Eywa. So you’re eased into this new place along with the Sully’s because there are some things that are familiar, even if we’re no longer travelling through the trees. I’m curious to see how Jesus!Kiri becomes a thing. I hope no more deaths in the Sully clan because Neteyam was already too much.

#spoilers #avatar the way of water #avatar spoilers #James Cameron #Jake sully #Neytiri #Zoe Saldana #Sam Worthington

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yuulina-vre · 9 months

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Fear - Chapter five

Summary: Y/N lives the life she always dreamed about. a job she loves, a fiancé that does everything for her, and a house she dreamed of. There are hiccups on the way, but Y/N's still pretty satisfied with where she stands in life. Though a word can be powerful, especially if it's said to the wrong person. Y/N would never have thought that she ever gets to experience how bad it can turn out. For her and the loved ones around her.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: none

Series Masterlist // Masterlist

“Sweetheart. Doll, it's all right. I’m here." His hands keep their motions on my back, one coming up to run over my hair, softly pressing my head firmer against his chest to provide more comfort and possibly make me feel as safe as he can in that particular moment. He comforts me just like a child who had fallen off a bicycle, rocking back and forth, and strangely enough, I don’t mind one bit. I soak up every bit of him, every word, every touch, every smell, but I still can't calm down as much as I want.

It's impossible.

I’m too upset. The shock and fear swirl in my brain, letting no room for any other emotion or feeling. It’s as if a wall blocks my mind, impossible to climb or break down. Even though he’s here, reassuring me of my safety, the sounds are still running amok in my head, and thoughts circle back and forth without me being able to catch them. Dark eyes, whispering voices, looming footsteps. Flashes of knives in the moonlight.

Bucky’s voice is worried, strained, trying to sound calm for me, though I know he is anything else but calm. He probably is pretty upset, not really grasping how to help me. And maybe he’s feeling afraid himself, though for a whole other reason. He tends to panic when I do, but he’s better at masking it and calming down. His body is rigid and stiff with tension, yet his hands are gently against my body and skin. He smells so typically Bucky, woodsy with a mix of his deo and aftershave. Sweat mixes in from a long day at the precinct. The slightest smell of gunpowder comes to my mind.

Bucky pulls me even closer to his chest, hugging me tightly and pressing his lips to my temple. I don't let go of him, not even for a second, clinging to his shirt as if my life depends on it. And at the moment, it feels like it.

Somehow, I actually feel like a child, when he’s holding me like this, softly rocking back and forth, kissing my temple now and then, or stroking my hair. Given my profession as a therapist, you'd think I'd be more in control, but somehow, I seem to have a blockage. Getting so attached to Bucky is the only way for me to get some kind of peace and deal with the demon in my mind.

His hands slowly loosen from my body to slowly come up and cup my face. I whine as he leans back a bit, holding my face softly. He is careful as he lifts it from his chest so that I look at him. My vision is blurred with tears, making him a swimming mess. His thumbs gently perform a comforting dance over my cheeks, brushing tear tracks away. That gesture makes me feel a little better the longer he continues doing it. “Y/N. Look at me. I'm here. It's all right. Sam’s looking around, but so far, no one’s in the house. I still asked him to triple-check. Okay?” His eyes stay on my face, staring intently at me until I nod the smallest one I ever did. “Do you think it could have been a false alarm this time?” His eyes are gentle, knowing of the loaded question he asked. He never puts my feelings into question, and he doesn’t want now, I know that. But he needs to make sure every possibility is looked at. I can understand that. It still stings.

I stare into his eyes, hypnotized by their worried blue for a second. I hesitate for a moment, thinking about his question and what he said. It could actually have been a false alarm. At least I didn't hear anything suspicious in the house. Nothing I know doesn’t belong. Sure, there were the typical sounds of houses. Setting wood, crackling of devices, and so on. Well… I know that there was something unusual, like eyes watching me from somewhere, but there was nothing that indicated a difference. I nod timidly, still sniffling, before shrugging. The feeling from earlier is still there. I can feel eyes on me, mustering every inch of my body, as if it’s looking into my soul.

With his thumb, he rubs a tear out of the corner of my eye, and he smiles at me. It has a mix of sadness in it. He leans forward again and hugs me gently, giving me a kiss on the forehead, then on my lips. It’s just a quick peck, there to comfort me and provide a feeling of safety. I let myself fall forward, more into his embrace and his chest. “Okay.” One of my hands loosens its grip on his shirt but doesn’t lose contact altogether. I let it roam around him, coming forward to his chest, resting it between our bodies, right over his heart. His heartbeat is strong under it. I can feel each lub dub. The constant rhythm brings comfort and peace into my body that not even his voice can create. My eyes close on their own accord, and I concentrate solely on feeling him, his heartbeat, his life.

“Tell me what’s going on." His voice is soothing and composed. It seems to have only a slight tone of tension in it, and that makes me a little puzzled.

Why does he sound tense when he thinks it's a false alarm? When he’s sure and checked that no one’s in the house?

Bucky rustles a bit around, lets go of me for a bit to grab the rumpled duvet off the bed, and wraps it around my shoulders. I haven’t noticed that I’m shivering until the sudden warmth envelopes me. His arms come back around me, holding me tenderly. I sigh and put my head on his shoulder as he strokes my back. “I don’t know,” I mumble into his shoulder, way too silent to be heard if it wasn’t for his ear almost directly at my head. My tears finally let up, but I still sniffle now and then. “I-I woke up because… the rain, I think. I don’t… I don’t think there was something else. Maybe the neighbors cat.” My voice is still a bit shaky, but instead of focusing on it and my shivering, the fear still deeply residing in my bones, I try to focus on Bucky’s hands around me. “I turned back around and tried to go back to sleep. I almost drifted off, but... there was, well, how shall I put it? There was just a- a feeling."

“A feeling? What kind of feeling? Threatening?"

“Not really threatening. It was more like... like someone’s watching me. Here. In the bedroom. I don't know. Everything seemed perfectly normal. I couldn't hear or see anything that was somehow different, but… still. I had a feeling something was wrong. It scared me. But I didn't know what it was. I sat up and took a good look around. I even wanted to go through the house, but then I panicked." I take a deep breath. “Feels pathetic now.”

“No. It’s never pathetic to be afraid of something, doll.” Bucky knows that I have strange feelings. Strangely enough, he never seemed to be deterred after I told him, never acted as my ex-boyfriend did. He had portrayed me as crazy and, at some point, threatened to have me committed because the accident and death of my parents had left me with some damage. I still have nightmares about it, but these feelings aren’t a side effect of deep trauma. Bucky never put into questioning that he wants to stay with me. He often even relies on this feeling and always takes it seriously. From time to time, he involves me in his work, which was strictly forbidden, but he doesn’t care, always tells me that no one will ever find out, and if they did, he just puts me down as his therapist, which probably isn’t allowed either. He shrugs it off. Bucky gives me case files and asks me for advice. Mostly, I can tell him if I have a particularly bad feeling about a person or statements in the report, and somehow that seems to help him. I still have no idea how much help this is supposed to be, but he keeps asking me for my advice, so I figure it is enough. Sometimes it feels like I’m just confirming a suspicion he already has. However, when I have strange feelings at home, it is usually nothing serious. We shrug it off and have a good laugh, though before we do, we always investigate. But it was never like this. Never like I’m being watched.

"Okay. So, you looked around, saw nothing, and hid. I assume you called me directly, then? Did anything else happen after that?" His voice keeps gentle, hands continuing their pattern as I hear a door close downstairs and light footsteps on the stone floor. I shake my head and wipe my hair that clings to my tear-stained cheeks off my face. For a moment, we’re just silent, but then I swallow thickly past the lump in my throat and look at Bucky. “Hmm... After I hung up, I-I just sat in the bathtub. I guess I just imagined everything afterward. I thought- I thought I heard noises. Something like... door creaking, rumbling, or footsteps. Now that I think about it, the window looked like there were eyes.” My voice fades, and I see past Bucky into the hallway where Sam has reached our floor to look through the rooms. After a few seconds, I look down at my hand on his chest, where his heartbeat still drums a steady rhythm. "I can't tell you if any of this was real. Now, I doubt it myself." Suddenly the thoughts of my ex-boyfriend come to my mind. My hand on Bucky’s chest instantly tightens into a fist on his shirt, eyes panicky looking into his. My voice is urgent as I speak up next, hurried to get him to believe me and a bit too loud, causing Sam to pause in his steps to glance at us. "Bucky, I'm not crazy. I certainly wasn't imagining the feeling. It may have been delusions in the bathroom, but this," I gestured across the room. “I’m sure I wasn’t imagining it! There was something here.” My voice becomes a little softer and quieter again. He looks at my face and nods. “It’s okay, I believe you." He pauses, pushing me softly off his lap, and just keeps my legs on his thighs. His gaze swiftly flies to the hallway, where Sam waves before he disappears downstairs. Then Bucky directs his gaze back to me, softly takes my face in his hands, and leans forward so our foreheads touch.

"Okay, babydoll.” He leans back and presses a soft kiss on my forehead. The softness and warmth of his lips let me shudder a bit, and my eyes close on their own accord. “How about you get comfy on the bed, hm? Maybe snuggle up into my shirt or something and try to sleep. I'm going downstairs with Sam to talk about what to do now. I’ll be quick and bring some tea back up." For a second, I just stare shocked at him. Did he just suggest leaving me alone again?

Instantly my head shakes as vehemently as I can. I can feel a crack in my neck, but I don’t pay it any attention as panic floods me yet again, and I try to cling to Bucky again. “Sweetheart, I understand that you don’t want to be alone. But I need to talk with Sam.”

“No… please…” Bucky takes a deep sigh, his hands still cupping my face, staring at me as if he’s able to look into my soul. Sometimes I think he actually can. His deep blue eyes turn soft then, and he just takes me into his arms, swaying me from side to side, while pressing kisses all over my face. “All right, doll. Want to come downstairs, too, then? Just promise that you rest on the couch for a bit. I’ll make some tea and talk to Sam in the kitchen.” His head ducks a bit to have a better view of my face. “That way, I’m just a few feet away.” Tentatively, I nod, knowing that it’s a better option than staying upstairs all alone. The feeling still hasn’t left me, but the adrenaline is slowly fading, leaving me tired and exhausted.

He pushes my legs off him and stands up, immediately reaching for my hand, but I pull it back for a moment. "D-don't you want to look around, too?"

“What for? I already did when we arrived, doll. And I was in this room the whole time, with you. There's no one here. Besides, we would give Sam the impression we don’t trust him, and I really don’t want to make him cry now." A snort leaves me. It's unexpected but welcome because I actually feel a little light afterward. Bucky’s grin is indication enough that he’s pleased with his joke, so he leans forward to press a kiss to the corner of my mouth. I let my gaze wander through the room for a moment, then I, too, get up and finally take the hand he holds out for me. “We probably should get your robe, yeah? Won’t show Sam what he’s not supposed to see!” Bucky smirks and another small smile slips on my lips. It feels like it’s the first time in years. His hands gently pull the duvet off me, before he quickly runs into the bathroom to grab my robe. He helps me slip it on and carefully closes it before tying a small bow with its ribbon. A small giggle leaves me as his fingers tickle my sides, and as I look at Bucky, I can see happiness in his eyes, indicating that he’s incredibly relieved to see me smile again.Despite the summer heat, I grab the duvet again to take with me. I still feel some kind of cold with the adrenaline leaving, and the tiredness sinking in. The throw blanket on our couch won’t do anything to keep me warm. He holds my hand tightly as he guides me downstairs and to our couch in the living room, passing Sam, who waves with a small smile.

Bucky’s grip on my hand is not as tight to hurt, but still tight enough, so I can see how tense he is, even if he tries to hide it.

Immediately an alarm bell rings in my head, and my feeling tells me he knows something he isn't telling me. But I feel too tired to investigate. It probably can wait a bit.

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