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angel-eyes05 · 11 months

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to leave the warmest bed i've ever known (part 4)

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pairing: spider-woman!reader x miguel o’hara

summary: so much time has passed since you last saw each other. will old feelings come up again once you two find each other again?

warnings: HUGE ATSV SPOILERS DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THIS MOVIE, this is so against canon its insane, NSFW (we did it guys we're finally here), switch!reader and switch!miguel, blood mention, fang and claws play, p in v unprotected, cumplay, angsty (i couldnt help it), it goes, angst, smut, and then angsty fluff at the end youre welcome

word count: 3.2k

notes: for some reason, it didn't let me tag as many people who wanted to be on the taglist, so if i didn't end up tagging you for the final part, sorry idk what went wrong

also forgive me i was listening to boygenius while writing the parts leading up to the smut so it might get a little angsty there (i cant help it) (miguel and y/n are so bite the hand and cool about it core)

but then i balanced it out by listening to frank ocean (pyramids specifically) while writing the smut so you're welcome

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Three years had passed. Three years since you finally found Miles, defeated The Spot, and caused the collapse of the Spider Society. Everyone had gone back to their separate dimensions, but were able to still visit each other with their still working portal watches. Miles and Gwen specifically were very happy. Peter B. went back home to live with MJ and Mayday, sending you frequent pictures of Mayday to keep you updates. You were different. You didn’t return to your home world. You didn’t necessarily have anyone to return to per se. Instead, you decided to hop between dimensions, seeing what crime there was to fight in cities that didn’t have anyone to protect it. It was enough to keep you occupied, and as long as your watch still worked, you had the option to stop if you wanted to. Life was nice. You finally had found peace.

But something felt off. Something thudding in the back of your head. Because even though you had been at peace for three years, it had also been three years since you saw him. You had seen him during the final showdown between all of Spider Society, but your team had managed to keep you two apart, due to fear for your safety. After the fight was over, you two had made eye contact with each other a couple of times, but never approached each other. If you were being honest, you were still scared of him at that point, even seeing him tied up there on the floor waiting for someone to deal with him.

It took a while for your gashes to heal, the ones on your back taking much longer to turn into scars than the ones on your tricep and thigh. The marks on your body were frequent reminders of him and the damage he’s caused to your life. Part of you hated him for it. But most of you just missed him. Unlike Jess, who sent you pictures of her baby every now and then, neither of you had reached out to the other. It was crazy how five years of shared history can be thrown to the ground so quickly.

Right now, you were sitting on the railing of your apartment balcony. For the past month or so, you decided to park it in Earth-3819. There wasn’t much crime going on there, so it was a nice place to stop when you needed a break. Your feet dangled off the edge of the railing, as you looked out to see the sunset on the skyline. The wind blew faintly at your face, causing strands of hair to fall out of your high bun. You had been thinking more about him recently, wondering if he was feeling the same way you were.

Almost as if you manifested it, you heard the sliding glass door from your bedroom slide open. Startled, you quickly turned around, ready just in case it was an attacker.

It was much worse than an attacker.

You mouth laid agape as his massive shadow covered your smaller body. Feelings that laid dormant for the past three years suddenly erupting in your stomach. You looked up to the roof of your building as a signal to meet you up there, as you attached a web to the top and swung up there.

Once you were both at the top, you faced your back to him to take time to catch your breath. Your emotions were all over the place right now. “You’re really hard to find, you know,” he said trying to break the silence. You wanted to throw up. As much as you hoped this moment would come, you never realized how unprepared you would be if it ever did. You couldn’t bare to look at him right now, knowing you would lose control of yourself if you did. “You look…good.” How would he know, he only saw your face for a second before you bolted off. You both stood there, the wind growing louder and louder with each second you both stayed silent.

All of your senses came to a freeze once you felt his hand place itself on your shoulder, causing a flinch from you. “I wanted to find you again, mi vida,” he said in that rich, deep, smooth tone of his that drives you crazy. You could tell he was getting closer when you felt the hairs on your neck stand up from him breathing on them. “I missed you, and I was hoping we could pick up where we left off,” he said into the crook of your neck and began to plant kisses there. You broke free from his grasp by the third kiss he left. “No no no no no, no we can’t. It’s not that simple Miguel,” you said, pinching your bridge and sighing. There's no way he could've thought it would be this easy. He's not this stupid….is he?

“Listen amor, I’m sorry for everything that happened. But the past is the past.” He walked closer to you. “And I want my future with you.” He was up against you again. This time instead of your shoulder, he dragged his finger up and down your back in an almost hypnotic motion. God, you wanted him so bad, you wanted it to be this simple. That he can just apologize and everything could be okay. But you were reminded it couldn't be that way once his finger hit a pressure point in your scar. You swatted your hands in the air and walked away from him again. “No Miguel, that's not how this works. You can just do the things you've done to me and just say sorry and expect it to fix everything. You're not a child.”

Once you turned around to face him, you saw him standing there like a lost puppy. You just wish he could see what you were talking about. “Don't act like you didn't do horrible things then too. I saw what you did to Jess.” “Don't turn this onto me Miguel. This is about you.” You walked up to him and pressed your finger into his chest. “This is about you, and the horrible things you've done to me! I can't even take a shower anymore without looking at myself in the mirror and seeing your damage!” You lifted up your shirt sleeve. “You did this! This was all you!” Miguel looks down at you with sympathetic eyes as your eyes began to well up.

“And you can’t just barge in on this life I’ve made for myself and ask for me back because I won't go with you!” You were fully crying at this point, desperately trying to get your words out between sobs and lightly punching at Miguel's chest while he just stared at you. “Because I hate you Miguel! I hate you, okay!” You couldn't manage to talk anymore, overcome with the emotions he caused you to feel. You rested your head on his chest as you continued to sob. He wrapped his arms around you, causing you to do the same to him immediately. You sat there crying into his arms for about a minute, until he lifted up your chin with his finger.

“I’m so sorry I did this to you mi princesa. I’m so sorry. But I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.” Overtaken by emotion, you grab his face and crash your lips into his. Almost instinctively, his hands find a home onto your hips. You pull away for a second. “Just stop talking already,” you say breathlessly. He rushes to connect the two of your lips again, already going as far as to slip his tongue in between your lips. He’s so passionate about everything he does. His hands hold a tight grip on your body as his tongue explores your mouth. Almost like he’s hungry for you. No, not hungry. Starving. Famished. Three years apart was too much for him to stand without you by his side or in his bed. He needed you desperately. Like his life depended on if he was going to be able to fuck you into your bed tonight or not.

He let out moans as your hands ran through and tugged on his hair. But as soon as his claws came out and dug into your hips, you pulled your mouth off of his, a string of saliva still connecting you two. “No claws Miguel. Bring them out again, and its over okay.” You still weren’t mentally over his attack against you. He nods. “Of course, baby.” With that said, you let go of him to walk over to the edge of the building. Once your at the edge, you signal him over. He follows, almost as if he’s under some spell. You attach one of your webs to your balcony railing below and use it as a guide to fall down to it. You land on your balcony, Miguel following close behind as you open the sliding door to your bedroom.

After you close the door and blinds, you turn to find Miguel almost hovering over you. He looked like some kind of lost dog the way he kept following you around, begging for more of you. You gently kiss him and guide him over to your bed. He sits down on the edge of the bed and begins to pull your hoodie off your head as you help him take off his suit. Once your sweatpants are off as well, you gently push him onto his back on your bed. Goosebumps form all over your body, partially from exposure to the cold air in your room, and partially from seeing him like this underneath you again. Finally, you take his already hard cock, and slide it into your hole, causing a rough groan out of him as you begin to rock on his hips.

You take things nice and slow while you’re in control, knowing the moment you get sloppy he’ll start to take over for you. You kissed down his neck and collarbone as you rode him, with him gripping hard at your back and your hips. “Nng, m-missed you s-so much amor,” he groaned out. “Tan hermosa.” You begin to speed your thrusting, tugging at his hair to get strained noises out of him. His hands make their way up to your back, digging into your skin. But your quick to rip his hands out of your back and pin them above his head once his talons come out again, into your back this time. You also take your lips off of his and stop your thrusting.

Miguel searched your face for some kind of explanation to the sudden stop, to find you panting and nearly frozen still. You’re taken back to that fight, a result from his claws finding a way into your scars. You’re pulled back to reality by Miguel’s voice. “Amor, que paso?” he asks with concern. You quickly wipe the sweat off your face and look into his beautiful crimson eyes. You wanted to forget the pain he caused you all those years ago, but unfortunately you couldn’t. But, you were willing to forgive him though. “Nothing Miggy,” you say gently, pressing a soft kiss onto his lips. He tries to move his hands back onto you, but finds his hands still trapped to the headboard. He looks at you confused. “What did I say about the claws, Miguel.”

“Ay, baby you know its hard for me to control them around you,” he says, slightly annoyed, driven by the need to touch you again. “Well you’re going to need to try to okay? For now though, you’re going to stay like this.” His face drops, and he makes a sound almost like a whine. “Ay coño, lo siento péro you don’t need to punish me.” You felt powerful hearing him whine and beg like this. You were denying a starving man of his woman, his source of energy.

Arms squirmed in your hand, as you began to rock on top of him again. You made sure to not kiss him either, moving away whenever he would try to place his mouth onto yours. He whined as you picked up your speed, desperate to feel you again. “P-please, let me go cariño.” You moved your mouth down and whispered in his ear, running your finger up and down his stomach, causing him to melt under you and whimper like a madman. “Not just yet,” you whispered seductively, sending extra chills down his spine and into his stomach when you bit into his ear lobe.

Overcome with your own urge to feel him, you accidentally let go of his hands and moved yours to grab hold of each of his pecs as you planted kisses over his sternum. Suddenly, you’re overswept as Miguel is freed and takes control over the situation. “I love you amor, but you have to let me touch your,” he says in that beautiful, rich tone of his before he goes at his own pace: slamming himself into you.

He goes much faster than you did, and you almost come there on the spot as he nearly breaks your bed with his ferocity. You grip onto his enormous triceps for leverage as you let out a series of incoherent moans. “You like that, huh?” he pants out. You shove your lips onto his to get him to stop talking. “I-if you’re gonna do this, n-ngh, you’re gonna have to s-hh-ut up,” you manage to get out in between your almost inhumane sounds. He nods and shoves his tongue into your mouth, exploring the insides of your cheeks while his tip slams into your walls, causing that white heat to begin to build up in your stomach.

His hands swarm across your body, making up for lost time before, and eventually land on your breasts as he begins to palm at them. Just as you thought he couldn’t arouse you any more than he already has, he moves his mouth along your jawline, down to your neck, and begins to mark it with kisses and slight sucking. “I-I missed you too, Miggy.”

That nickname you had for him drove him crazy. So crazy in fact, his next move was to drive his fangs into your neck, making sure to not let his poison seep into your neck. He presses his lips and sucks on the skin on your neck while sinking his fangs deeper into you. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, as you held onto his broad shoulders while he basically slammed you into the bed. “Oh Miguel,” you moaned out. He nodded, not able to speak, due to his fangs still being attached to your neck. You could tell he was getting close too with how sloppy his pace was getting.

You’re washed over with bliss when the heat in your stomach finally takes over the rest of your body, almost clawing at Miguel while you come. His hands put more pressure on your breasts as he comes as well, moaning into the softness of your neck. Once you two have both finished, he slowly pulls his teeth out of your neck, and licks up the metallic liquid with his warm, delicate tongue. He slowly pulls his cock out of the sweetness of your cunt and rolls over to lay next to you on the bed, dragging his fingers across your pussy, taking the cum his fingers picked up and putting it in his mouth.

He plants a kiss onto your forehead before saying, “One second, princesa, I’ll be right back,” as he got up to go to the bathroom. He must have been in there for about 10 minutes before coming back into your room and reaching out his hand for yours. You take his hand as he leads you out of bed, reminded of how naked you are when you reveal yourself from the sheets.

He leads you into the bathroom to see that hes drawn a bath for the two of you. You blush slightly at the gesture, as he gets in first and leads you in. The touch of the water numbs your body slightly with the mixture of the cold room to the hot bath water. You almost melt as you sink in, laying your back against Miguel’s chest as he wraps his arms around your body. You could fall asleep right here, mixed between the comfort of the bath water, and Miguel’s body finally against yours again. The bathtub was kind of small, so his body was taking up most of the space, causing him to basically engulf you.

You were surrounded in him, his lips almost attached to the nape of your nack, his arms consuming your upper half, and his legs intwining with your lower half. He wiggles slightly to reach the soap, puts it in the water to wet it, and lathers it onto your body. First, he washes your arms, rubbing the soap back and forth over your arm hairs, and even under your armpits. Next, he moves to wash your chest. He takes the soap and moves it over your breasts and your underboob, causing you to move in closer to him. His response is to peck kisses into the crook of your neck, getting little giggles out of you. You stop giggling though after he stops kissing you and stays still for a second.

You wait in silence for him to do something. “...Miggy…you okay?” you ask when he doesn’t say anything. You turn your head slightly to see him. Out of your peripherals, you see him staring solemnly at your back. He’s finally seen them. The four almost perfectly placed scars warping across your back. They were huge. And he knows they’re from him. You turned your head back to the front and dug it in between your knees, pushing out your back even more. Miguel delicately traced his fingers over them, as you waited curled up for him to say something. “I’m sorry,” is all he can manage to weakly push out.

You decide to turn your body around to face him, splashing water around in the cramped bathtub while doing so. His eyes are down with sadness creeping over his face. You cup his cheek with your hand and press a loving, gentle kiss onto his lips. You bring his arms over your shoulders and wrap your legs around his hips. You wanted to be engulfed by him. You were so pressed on staying mad at him for so many years that you forgot how much you loved being this close to him. You could hear his heart softly beating as you pressed your head against his chest. He soon wrapped his arms around your body, taking you into him, and dug his head into the crook of your neck, almost as if he was hiding.

You stayed there for a moment before eventually turning back around. You laid your head in a position so you could still see his face if you looked up. You could feel yourself slowly dozing off in his arms. Your last thoughts before you slipped out of consciousness was of how perfect this was.

You had found your home again. Moreso, he found his way to you. And this time, you were never going to let go.

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a/n: i just wanted to say thank you to everyone for sticking around during this series. i know it wasn't meant to be 4 parts and only 2 so i really appreciate everyone who stuck around for the whole thing. make sure to look out for my next thing cause i wanna start writing an enemies to lover oc x miguel thing so please go and support that once thats out. thanks guys!!!!

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#fanfic #fanfiction #fem!reader #miguel o’hara #miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spiderverse

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sehtoast · 1 month

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Hii! Id like a request!

Could you perhaps do a scenario where the reader gets stranded at an airport (Perhaps with panic attack)?

I'm experiencing this currently and thinking about Homelander is helping, Somehow

i'm so sorry you had to go through that anon ❤️ homie has an odd way of making life's woes suck a little less. apologies that this took as long as it did (and also i've never been in an airport before so idk if this is even the right vibe adfkljdfk), but i hope it's still enjoyable and i hope your airport adventure ended happily.

Oh, if you thought it couldn’t get worse, you were so wrong.

Cancellations across the board, a raging snow storm outside, disgruntled people everywhere, and far too much noise for your overloaded senses. This is what you get for flying out to go see a friend in the dead of winter.

It wasn’t like you could call an uber to the nearest hotel, either. Pretty much nobody was going anywhere in this storm, and you’ve been here for hours now. God, you should’ve picked a morning flight, but you just haaaad to sleep in.

Eventually it started getting to you.

You’re alone, surrounded by angry people, in the middle of fuck knows where, with no guarantee of getting home or if your ticket is still going to be honored and–

You don’t even notice your breathing growing frantic until it’s overpowering and all you can do is hug your knees and try to stay calm–

You reach for your phone and send off a text to the one person who would maybe be awake at this hour.

God I’m fucking stuck here and I miss you and I don’t know what to do.

Your chest feels tight and your mouth is dry. You hold your phone tight, cringing at the battery level.

7%.

You’d love to charge it, but the iPad parents are currently occupying every outlet in the area and if you hear one more child scream because they couldn’t watch their damn skibidi toilet videos–

It buzzes and you unlock it like a madman.

Told ya you should’ve flown air-Homelander.

You smile, warmth trickling in to fill your otherwise endless pit of anxiety.

It would’ve been too cold on my face :( and you’d be carrying all my luggage. Besides, I couldn't ask you to fly all this way.

The next response comes almost instantly. Well, as instantly as it can with how slow he types.

Picky picky. Where are you?

In the lounge-ish area. On the floor, because I guess I picked the busiest airport in the world…

2%. You’re almost ready to snag one of those outlets and suffer the blubbering.

Shucks, that’s a bummer.

It’s not so–

You wince as your screen flickers, waves of sadness overtaking you in conjunction with that dreaded anxiety. Gone is your only lifeline, and it hits you that you’ll have technically left him on read too. You should’ve told him about your battery– fuck, fuck, fuck.

You hug your knees again and shove your useless earbuds in, hoping to dampen some of the noise. It doesn’t work, and you can distinctly make out the sound of a man loudly demanding a full refund.

You try to imagine Homelander. What tales would he have for you once you returned home? How much trouble did he stir up while you were away? Probably the usual, but… you were supposed to see him tomorrow morning when you got home.

God, that thought makes you ache for home even more.

You shut your eyes and attempt a nap.

You try and try to sleep to no avail. Just when you think you might get a wink of rest, you hear audible gasps and shouting. Your eyes shoot open, expecting the absolute worst, but all you see are two imposing sets of red boots.

“You forgot to text me back,” he says nonchalantly.

Tears of joy bite at your eyes as you look up, and you all but launch yourself off the ground and into his arms.

“M’sorry,” you mumble against him. “Battery died.”

“Mm, if you say so. I feel like this was all part of your elaborate plan to get me here.” Homelander pulls away just slightly to look down at you, a twinkle of sympathy in his eyes- a very rare sight. “Well, I know I can’t fly you home, because you’ll turn into a big popsicle, but… there is a hotel nearby and you do deserve a nice place to lay your head.”

Your heart feels so warm it could melt the blizzard outside.

“You just gotta tolerate a little cold.” He grins, winking at you. “And air-Homelander doesn’t have delays. No luggage fees either.”

You throw yourself back into the hug, squeezing him with all you’ve got.

“You’re the best,” you whisper in his ear.

“Yeah, I know.” He replies, uncaring of the spectacle you two must be. “Now let’s get you cozy.”

#homelander #homelander x reader #homelander fanfiction #antony starr #the boys #request

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cambrinkownsme · 3 months

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✧.*Not Friends pt 3*.✧

Paige Bueckers x Reader

summary - you and paige are feeling the exact opposite this time.

word count - 2.2k (again omg)

themes:

fluff

angst

warnings:

mild cussing

A/N- sorry this took so long to get out. i think what really helped me finish it was paige and aubrey staying!!!!! (idk why tf i keep on making these parts 2.2k words long its a bit annoying)

I've got to admit that the feeling of Paige's lips on mine was a feeling i really missed. the whole incident that happened was really getting to me and throughout the hours that i wasn't with Paige were hard to insufferable but still what the fuck was she doing in my bed. After getting my enjoyment out of the kiss i quickly snapped back into reality. "Paige what the fuck?" i shoved her hands off of my waist and stood up. an annoyed groan came out of her mouth as if i took a toy from a child. "Paige answer me right now! what the fuck are you doing in my bed?" i yelled at her again until an amused look grew in her eyes. she kept thinking that i was a joke or something. "Nika said you were in a bad mood and said that i should…come over." yeah right. i rolled my eyes and stomped to my bathroom then slammed the door behind me.

Paige flipped herself to face the wall that your bed was pushed against while she waited for you to get over what she thought was just a hissy fit. Paige pulled out her phone and began scrolling on tiktok to pass time by. "i'm not going back out there until you leave paige." you yelled out from the bathroom, where you were sitting down against the wall. "you do realize that i came over to comfort you not to piss you off more?" she yelled back. your hands were gripping onto your own hair, literally almost ripping your own hair out. this time you chose to ignore paige's response and stood up to take a shower. "i am taking a shower! when i get out you need to be gone!" you started running a hot shower and began taking your clothes off. before stepping in, you put out a bath mat and played some music. while you were showering, paige decided to stand up and grab her stuff. just as she was about to leave, she walked up to the bathroom door that was locked shut. "y/n? i'm sorry but-" paige began before being cutoff. "i don't want an apology paige just.leave." you yell out loud enough for paige to hear. "i love you." paige said at a volume quiet enough for it to sound like a whisper to you. then paige left. that was it at this point.

a wave of regret flooded my mind and body. i couldn't help but let out a couple tears that mixed with the water in the shower. the hot liquid ran down my bare back at what felt like the slowest pace to exist. i held back the rest of the tears and continued on with my shower. that shower was filled with nothing but tears that i tried silencing. i began to think about all that had happened in the past four days and how much i fucked up. after 2 more hours of sinking in my thoughts, i stopped the water and stepped out onto my bath mat then dried off my body. there was already a dark blue crew neck and some nike shorts laying out on my counter. i changed into those clothes and ignored all my homework and responsibilities by laying on my bed and staring at the ceiling. it was already 9 so everyone was probably getting ready for bed or already in bed. so here i was again sitting in my loneliness just waiting for something else heart shattering to happen. i held onto my blanket tightly and tried falling asleep for hours before i gave up and pulled out my computer. if i was going to rot in bed i might as well get some work done. as i did most of my homework, i kept on thinking about paige. why would she say she loves me. that girl hasn't been in a serious relationship in, what sounds like, forever. and me of all people? i'm quite literally just like any other bi girl in the world. what should make me believe her when she says she loves me? nothing. all this overthinking eventually got me to sleep everything off and by the time i woke up i was fine.

the first thing i did when my eyes finally adjusted to the light that was shining through the window was grab my phone. when the screen lit up the only thing i saw was a reminder that today was the first day of volleyball practice. the coach said that practice starts at 9am but we need to be there at 8am to go over all the other information for transfers and to get a good look at the practice room. it was currently 7:15 am so i guess it was a good time to get up. the entire thought of volleyball did a good job at distracting me from paige and all the other stresses in my life. i looked to the left and saw my empty duffel bag sitting on my ottoman. it was practically staring at me, calling my name. after i stood up and actually woke up, i went straight to the bathroom. i brushed my teeth and washed my face before the thing i was dreading most finally began. doing my hair. my goal was to have two braids going across the sides of my head and then for those two braids to lead into a twisted pony tail. the only problem was that the last time i did my own intricate hairstyle by myself was in high school.

"caroline? are you there?" i attempted to do my hair by myself but failed miserable to instead of putting myself through torture, i called caroline. i was peeking out of the bathroom doorway to see if she was at the door yet. as i was about to go and call her again, there was a knock at the door. "caroline? is that you?" i stepped up to the door and unlocked it. as soon as i saw caroline waiting at the door i pulled her into a tight hug. she laughed a little at my excitement then pulled me off of her. "ok your practice starts at 8 right?" she asked as we both walked back to my bathroom.

with carolines help my hair only took 15 minutes to finish, giving me just enough time to pack my bag and get out do the door. "thank you so much caro!" i yell out as i walked out of my dorm. i shut the door behind me and began walking to the gym. when i got there, there were already a couple girls along with the coach waiting at the gym. some girls were sitting down on benches and others were in the locker room getting changed. before talking to anyone i headed back to the locker room and got changed into a pair of shorts and a shirt that had my number on it, 17. i was already in the appropriate shoes so after changing i took a sip of water then left to go meet everyone. the first girl that caught my eye was a taller redhead. she was sitting on a bench tying her shoes. i walked up to her and tried to make small talk. i tapped the girls shoulder before speaking "hey i'm y/n! whats your name?" the red haired girl looked up at me with a bright smile on her face. "oh hi, i'm abby. your the new transfer right?" i nod softly. "mhm!" abby holds out her hand for me to shake. "well nice to meet you. i'll see you on the court"

During practice all i could think of was abby. usually i wouldn't start liking someone this quickly (other than paige) but abbys red hair wouldn't leave my head. Neither would her ice like eyes. For almost the entirety of the drills, every time i glanced at abby her eyes would lock with mine. after we finished our drills i went over to the benches to grab some water. i stared ahead and watched as abby approached me. i had to tilt my head up a little just to look at her before she sat down beside me. a small chill ran down my back as her arm grazed mine. one thing that i noticed was that our water bottles were the same color, a pale blue with matching silver logos. "hey you did really good for your first practice!" abby nudged my shoulder to get my attention. "oh thank you! you did too" i say back at her with a kind smile on my face. "have you played volleyball for a while?" abby said before taking a small sip of water. "yeah i've been playing basically since middle school. its kind of the only sport i could get into playing." abby nodded along while adjusting her hair. her hair was in a tight slick pack pony tail. no bumps and no fly aways. yet her jawline was still so defined and sharp. it felt like her jawline was cutting me as i stared at it. "you got a good view there?" the redhead said between the hair tie she held in her mouth while her hands worked at her ponytail. my eyes quickly flashed back up to hers and had a look of fear in them now. "i-i'm sorry- i just.." my words were stumbling over themselves. the mixture of abby's eyes staring into mine while she just caught me staring at her jawline sent me into an absolute panic. "its ok dont worry about it" abby nudged my shoulder again as she stood up and went to the locker room to change. after abby left i couldn't do anything but think about the awkwardness in that situation. i fucking blew it.

once i got changed into my previous clothes, i walked back up to abby. she was currently talking to an even taller blonde haired girl. "no yeah i'm so glad to see yo-" the blonde said before i practically intruded the two girls. " hey abby i'm so sorry about earlier i didn't mean to sta-" before i finish apologizing, the blonde stepped forward. "you know its rude to interrupt peoples conversations." i felt my heart drop to my stomach. this blonde girl was so much taller than me, it was painfully intimidating. she looked down at me with a deathly look in her eyes. the three of us sat there for what felt like forever until the blonde finally spoke up. "im just kidding! your totally good! my names jessica by the way, but just call me jess" a wave of relief flooded my body when abby and jess erupted into laughter. "abby was just telling me about what just happened" she slowed down her words near the end of her sentence. "but really girl your fine it was a simple accident. infact just to ensure you that we are on perfect terms…." abby paused to pull out her phone. "put in your number and text me when you can ok?" still in a form of shock, i reach out and type my number into her phone. i had just met this girl 2 hours ago and i already got my number in her phone? insane to me.

instead of going straight to my dorm, i decided to drive over to the girls basketball team house. this whole abby situation was the one thing i couldn't keep inside for the next couple days. as soon as i pulled into the driveway, i slammed my car door and rushed through the front door of the house. i didn't even know which girls were in the main living room and which weren't. instead i sped over to nika's room and saw her sitting at her desk, working on whatever essay she had to do. "nika nika nika guess what!" she quickly spun around to face me. "what what what?" all i could do was jump and squeal around nika's room. without saying anything, i leaped onto the brunettes bed and shoved my face into her pillow while screaming incoherently. nika stood up and grabbed my shoulders and almost yelling in my face. "what is it!?" i took a moment to catch my breath, then explained to nika what happened. " so obviously today was the first volleyball practice and god i sound like a 12 year old but i met this girl her names abby and shes so cute and shes so pretty and i don't even know if she likes girls but oh my god i got her number and we had this like moment where she caught me staring at her jawline and she was all like 'no yeah girl its cool don't worry about' but like I GOT HER NUMBER." the words just poured out of my mouth like water from a waterfall. the more i began to rant the more i noticed nika's eyelids slowly closing. although i wanted to rant more and more about my new girlfriend who is not really my girlfriend but definitely is my girlfriend, i saved nika the boredom and stopped myself.

#basketball #paige bueckers #uconhuskies #wbb #uconn wbb #wcbb #paigebueckersxreader #paigexreader #nika muhl #not friends

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zzzzzestforlife · 7 days

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🌇 5 Ways to Wake Yourself Up in Under 5 Minutes🌻☀️

"Life goes by pretty fast, if you keep sleeping, you'll definitely miss it" - someone who has never actually seen Ferris Bueller's Day Off

between my job + adulting duties and social commitments i've been putting off until i had more "free time," i'm busier and more tired now than i was during the actual semester 💀 so here's how i give myself a shot of adrenaline throughout the day 🏃‍♀️💨

Wash Your Face

ol' reliable 💧

hot water, cold water, both work, just not lukewarm water for some reason 🤷‍♀️

massage your face (i.e. gua sha) while you're at it to get your blood flowing ❤️

Temperature Change

can achieve while washing your face BUT the best is when it happens to be cold outside OR you shove your face into one of those grocery store freezers (idk why my own freezer doesn't have the same effect 🤨)

NOTE: the waking up part comes from transitioning back into a warm place because then the blood rushes into your chilled face/extremities ⏩

Eye Exercises

i love these ones — super simple and quick to do 😍

great for making myself able to drive, otherwise i'd be stuck in whatever parking lot i happened to make it to, unable to get home safely because all my energy is gone 😅

also great for regaining energy after a long day of staring at a screen for work/study

Pavlov Yourself

if you're starting from scratch, this one might not technically be under five minutes long, but you can probably already make it work with existing stimuli!

the idea is to use scents / taste / music / etc. to trigger yourself into feeling awake 👁️👁️

for example, i use sunscreen whenever i go out, so the scent automatically makes me feel more awake! ☺️

you can do this with simple things like a favorite song/playlist, mints, the smell of coffee beans, your everyday perfume, etc.

Eat Something

there are lots of high-energy foods that don't require long prep times!!

fruits 🍓

vegetables 🥕

whole grains 🍞

sometimes one BUT ONLY ONE sip of coffee works ☕

hope this helps you get through the day 💕

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andromeda-nova-writing · 5 days

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idk who this can be paired with but i would love to see your spin to “really nice guy who hates you”! hehe :3 tq — @milkstore

He was the first person I thought of. It helps that he really is just a nice guy.

“You should come with me to see Ayaka one of these days,” Yoimiya suggested as the two of you moved boxes of fireworks packing them up for a delivery to the Yashiro commission.

“I've met her before… and that bodyguard she has.” her voice dropped.

“You okay? Did something happen when you met Thoma?” She peaked her head out from behind a box.

“I've been running over what happened in my mind that day but it doesn’t make sense.”

“Oh?”

Y/N placed the box on the ground in the front. “I didn't do anything out of the ordinary. I was just as polite and kind as I am to anyone. I even offered to pay for a drink for them while taking care of my parent’s stall.”

“You do that for almost everyone nice enough to you. You did it for me probably too many times.”

“Cause you keep giving my family free fireworks! What am I supposed to do?”

Yoimiya laughed.

“Anyway. I made the drinks right in front of them. Ayaka was the sweetest. Thoma… are you sure he's a nice guy?”

“Yeah! He's like suuuper helpful! He came to read to some of the children around with me last week. Even gave them all piggyback rides.” Yoimiya seemed to genuinely like the guy.

“He just stared at the drink as if I poured him a glass of mud that I spat in. His eyes were so cold. Like his eyes stared into my very soul looking at me for any past sin I could have committed all with the smile of a devil.”

Yoimiya put her box down. “Are you sure you were talking to Thoma? That sounds nothing Like him.” With the box no longer covering her view she could see who was coming for the firework pickup. “That's Thoma coming this way actually. Hii!” She yelled out with a big wave.

“Don't call him over. He might bite my head off.”

“Yoimiya! Y/N.” He greeted back upon getting closer to the two. His voice was cheerful greeting Yoimiya but when he said her name it felt like he had to force it out through his teeth. It looked as if Yoimiya didn't even notice.

“Let me go inside and finish packing up the last box. It won't take too long.” She explained leaving the two of them alone despite What Y/N explained. Betrayal.

The least she could do was try and make an effort. Maybe Yoimiya was right and he truly was a nice guy. Maybe she just caught him on a bad day and that was clouding her thoughts. “So how's Ayaka doing? Well, I hope.”

“None of your concern but she's fine.” Yikes. And people describe him as a puppy? His arms were crossing making him look even more closed off.

“I'm glad. Especially with the festival drawing near. By any chance could I get an update on if my parent’s drink stall request to be at the festival went through? I know it's a bit informal asking now but-”

“Denied.”

“Like the request was denied or that this isn't a good time to ask if-”

“Denied.” He sighed. People could have two bad days in a row, right?

“Oh okay.” She held her head down not wanting To make eye contact with him any further. “It just seems like Ayaka enjoyed it so much.”

“Miss Kamisato.” He corrected. “Your parents are the ones who put the application in. It would have been best if we saw their skills. Even then since your name wasn't on the application I really shouldn't be disclosing any information to you.”

Y/N frowned looking up at him. “Did I do something? We've barely known each other and all you done is look at me like I'm something you wiped off your shoe. Maybe a life of luxury afforded to you by the Kamisato's has gone to your head!”

She didn't even notice the door open. Yoimiya's eyes widen upon hearing The last sentence. “I'm so sorry! She's usually nicer than this.” She elbowed Y/N as she handed Thoma the box.

“Ah, don't worry about it.” His whole personality seemed to flip. “Nothing I hadn't heard before. Probably best I leave. I’ll be out your hair quick Yoimiya.”

“Take your time. Everything should be out here. We will just be inside if you need anything.” She waved goodbye before pulling her friend inside and closing the door behind them. And with a whispered yell she asked, “What was that about?”

“He started it. I was being polite. I'm just telling you. I think he despises me.”

#genshin impact #thoma #genshin x reader #thoma x reader #resquests #which are still open for anyone reading this #No beta read #just posting and going #i swear i didn't think of him just cause he's your favorite #he just fits so well with the prompt #fem! reader

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vixendoesstuff · 3 months

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

ALRIGHT, SO-

World Tour, where (please excuse my language) shit hits the fan, for real. My notes on this saga is hectic and convoluted, so I'll try to make some sense of it for this post. If you have any questions, feel free to ask in the askbox or my DM's, whichever you prefer.

I wanted to do bullet points for this, but maybe most Tumblr users prefer to read long paragraphs than bullet points, since my posts not having bullet points do better? IDK, I've only been on Tumblr for like, a year at best so forgive this soul for her cluelessness lol.

And also, depending on how much I've typed, I might have to split this saga into three parts, 'cause I know y'all don't actually want to read a really long post that took up three scrolls wide lol.

Anyway--let's start this crazy train.

So, the story begins the same way as it is in the movie--opening shot with Cloud Guy giving a quick recap about the first movie, and then the next shot panning towards the Techno Trolls (ay, Branch's tribe, let's go!). Unfortunately, the amount of screentime (or appearance in this case) they got here minimal, since we're focusing on Branch and co.

But anyway, same thing happened, King Trollex hosting the rave, Barb barges in demanding his string and destroyed Techno Reef to get him to comply, same old. Poor guy, honestly, he just wanted to vibe.

Next shot pans to Pop Village, same thing there. Everyone is smiling and singing and dancing (with Techno!Branch joining in, look at that! Since he can't extend his hair like everyone else, he relies on acrobatics and just generally hang onto someone ((mostly Poppy)) whenever they swing on the trees with their hair). Branch tries to confess his love to Poppy, but got friendzoned unintentionally by her (ouch). Then Barb's bat pet thing comes in, and King Peppy's history lesson.

They're not the only ones here in this world. There are other trolls out there; Pop, Hard Rock, Classical, Country, Funk, and Techno.

This is where it gets interesting. At this point in time, Branch has all but accepted that he's possibly the only Troll in the village that looks the way he does. That he's the only one that ever existed in the world. It's why he and Cooper has a sort of closer bond with eachother in this AU : different Troll (tribe, but not that they knew this yet) solidarity. Sure, he was curious once, like how come is egg was in the Troll Tree, why does he look different, ect. But now he's more than content with his current predicament. He has friends now, something to look foward to; he was happy, after so long.

But now with the news that there are other Trolls out there, different from the rest, his past yearning came back to life. And while King Peppy hadn't said it outright, his lack of words all but confirmed Branch's suspicions. That he's not the only one out there. And from what he saw in the scrapbook, he can pinpoint which one of the tribes he supposedly belongs to; Techno.

Then we cut to when Poppy packs up to leave and got caught by Branch. The same argument happens, with the addition of Poppy saying that because there are different Trolls out there, then shouldn't Branch be curious about them? Who knows, maybe there's a tribe that looks exactly like him! Branch refuted by saying that, even if there was a tribe just for him, how would he connect to them? He's been living as a "Pop Troll" his whole life, what connection can he form with these hypothetical Trolls (identity issues go brrr)? What if they found out that he's gone Grey for almost all his life? If the Pop Trolls, who has known him since he was born, didn't react well to his whole Grey-ness; what are the chances his own kind would react badly to the news? Or worse, reject him outright.

Before he could go on, boom! Cooper appears from the shadows and said something like, "That's not how you really think, ain't it Branch?". They were surprised he's there, and then they exchange some more dialouge sort of expressing Branch's concern about not fitting in with his hypothetical tribe out there, and shed some light on Coopers concern as well about wanting to find you who you really, and even if you don't fit in atleast you know the truth now, that sort of stuff. IDK, I'm not great at writing angst, lol.

Anyway, after some convincing from Poppy, Branch relented and decides to accompany her (even if he denies it, he wants to know if his people is out there). Cooper also wants to come along, and while Branch refuses for his own safety, Poppy allows it in the condition that he sticks with them at all times. So, the three sets of to explore the entire Troll Kingdom, to "reunite" all the tribes and make one big party at Queen Barb's World Tour.

Little did they know just what kinds of trouble they'll encounter on their journey.

Woah, plot twist, Cooper actually comes along instead of going on a solo journey this time around! He replaces Biggie in this! What a shocker! Shocked emoji!

Admitedly, while it's funny the first time, Cooper's solo adventure is... I don't wanna be too rude about it, but it's sort of unnecessary in the big run? I mean, not entirely unnecessary, but like, if you remove that and just have him go along with Poppy and co., nothing major would change. He'd still be reunited with his family in Vibe City, except this time he'll have a first time reaction to the history of the Strings and see the truth of it, y'know what I mean?

But anyway, Poppy, Branch and Cooper's gonna explore the world of other genres. I don't think much will change with his inclusion, but the reactions will be far more varied, me thinks. Stay tuned for the next part, 'cause wow did not expect this part of the series to be so convoluted lol.

Also I had wanted to include some scene redraws from the movie with new implemented elements for this AU, but artblock is gripping me tight and college is starting soon, so I won't have much time to draw than I do write. So, yeah, hope y'all don't mind lol. I'll definitely do some artwork for this AU in the future though, believe it!

Until next time!

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mxargo · 10 months

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cold - spencer reid

summary: spencer is ready to give love another chance, but after maeve he might not be able to.

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

word count: idk

warnings: mentions of past death.

bold italics are you singing to spencer.

based on the song: cold by novo amor.

p.s, i made this so long ago, just clearing out my drafts.

I miss her. i still think about the different futures we could of had, and I didn't even get to touch her.

for some reason, maeve was all I could think about when I'd see y/n.

maybe cause I was falling again.

y/n was perfect. she really was. her laugh, her smile, the way she'd pick out flowers or hand out soft pastries when someone was upset. her warmth and her happiness was contagious.

I couldn't get her out of my mind since I had met her. but when I thought of y/n, I thought of maeve. I felt so guilty and I didn't even know why. it's been four years. I should have gotten over this by now.

maeves gone. I thought I'd accepted that a long time ago. maybe I didn't and just pushed those feelings down, derek always mentioned I did that way too often, but I didn't mind it then.

y/n is here. she's alive, and she's always been there for me. which was only a couple of years but it always counted. I confined to her in so much. more so than the rest of the team, I trust her with my life.

when I got sent to prison she sat on the other side of the glass, looking at me with those beautiful eyes I fell in love with. I didn't want to fall in love again, but I did.

it's not like y/n and I are together, we're not. but, she deserves better. better than someone whose going to think of another girl whose already a ghost. I want to make myself a good enough person for y/n. she deserves that.

more than anyone.

y/n can sing. she sings to me when I'm sad. she sings to me when I practically break into her apartment and fall into her arms. she knows right away how to make me feel better. the same thing over and over again and I love it.

she takes her hand and and plays with my hair while the other rubs my shoulder. it's perfect, like a routine. I'm sad, and I need y/n. she's always here for me, even when I've managed to piss her off sometimes.

but here I am again, in y/n arms as she plays with my hair and rubs little hearts on my skin. her hands are so soft and soothing, which is probably why I end up falling asleep, either to that or her singing. maybe both.

"Heal your frays, just to know you'll wear them thin again. Peel off the name, that i gave and I knew you were within. Forget our nave, the summer spent within"

listening to her washes away everything.

"For all that its worth now you were worth it in the end. For all off your worth I would lapse and fall again. For all that its worth I would have loved you until the end"

I wish I could give her the everything she deserves.

"But i'm cold in your heart and you're branded into mine"

I want to be better. I want to be hers.

Bruise the hope, our endeavour would ever see the light"

I loved maeve. I did, but she's gone now.

"Choose your own, i'll face the world knowing that you've grown"

I love y/n, with everything in me.

"And i'll leave your curls and move past alone"

I want a future with someone, I always have. a wife, kids, a family. I want that.

"For all that its worth now you were worth it in the end. For all off your worth I would lapse and fall again"

I want to protect y/n, I can't lose her too.

"For all that its worth I would have loved you until the end. But i'm cold in your heart and you're branded into mine"

all I can do is look up at her and smile, curling back up against her letting the darkness take over.

she's everything now. hopefully forever.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds x reader

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axailslink · 1 year

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Can you do one where Scotty is stalking fem! reader, but it turns out reader was the first to notice scotty and has actually been following her around for way longer?? IDK, I just feel like this would be interesting to read.

I see you too

Scotty x FEM reader

She's so beautiful but I can't do this again I can't allow myself to do this again... What if she thinks I'm weird or worse some pervert? Scotty watches you while she sits in the van you're watering the plants outside the house tomorrow was going to be sunny and you didn't want them to get burnt out brittle around the edges. Scotty thought this was cute how much you cared for the small things around you before yourself she could tell you hadn't showered yet your hair was pulled off your shoulders and eyes damn near shut. "She works so hard just like me" you go back in the house and it brings her joy down because now she has to do something she'd never thought she'd do.... She has to get closer and has to see you more she leaves the car quietly approaching your house no one else is really outside at this time only you she's noticed you go to sleep early around eight doesn't know why but that's usually when you go in. When she approaches the living room window she's met with you taking your robe off she quickly looks away not wanting to go that far in invading your privacy. You're left in something she didn't expect not undergarments but straight black clothes and tennis shoes. She'd never approached your window before she always thought you went to sleep after checking on the plants she never stayed long to find out though. Right now she had a choice to keep investigating where the hell you were going or to go and take care of her mother. She loved you but her mother couldn't care for herself she hurriedly runs to her car tripping over her own feet straight into the fence cutting her shoulder and shirt you hear the rustling outside and look out your window but by the time you look she's gone and so is that van that's always two houses from yours.

If she was going to watch you from afar she could have at least been better at it that van doesn't go unnoticed you hum to yourself as you put on your beanie and gloves getting ready for your... nightly run.

When you finally reach her house she's sitting outside you run past as if you don't see her so that is what she does when she's done watching you she always comes home something or someone must be inside. There's not a day where she doesn't come home you would find out tomorrow what it was you don't know how yet but you're going to find out.

Here you stand at her door putting on the perfect facade thank your high school for school plays. She opens the door and the facade is going you can't think so you let it all spill everything. "I've been watching you... Not in a weird way but I see you often have multiple jobs I see you a lot driving the van sitting in front of my house watching me" you can see the panic written all over her face "no no that's not me I would never..." You sigh "I see you too. Your name's Scotty you're young you're sweet and I think you might like me and that's fine because I've also seen you and watched you. Not a lot! Just a couple of times I run past your house every day just to catch a glimpse of you. You're nice to look at."

She closes the door in your face leaving you chewing on your words so stupid you just couldn't lie and say you were lost!? No you just saw her and completely forgot just rambled about how she's sweet oh for goodness sake. She opens the door just a bit looking at you with a giddy smile on her face "you like me?" You can't help but smile at the smile she's giving you "maybe would that be bad?" She closes the door again and you can hear voices through the door of a woman then Scotty herself "mama! She likes me too! What do I say!?" You can't hear her reply but Scotty opens the door and smiles at you again causing you to laugh nervously "let me take you out for something small? Maybe?" Her smile's so big that if you were to touch it she'd break like fragile glass shattering she nods eagerly "yes yeah uhm absolutely I have work tomorrow and the day after but I should be off that next day." You nod and she stares at you before asking "you see me?" It felt like code for something but you agreed "yeah I see you... Goodnight Scotty see you in two days don't forget to stop by in-" you think for a moment back to the time she would sit and watch you water your plants "14 hours" she smiles to herself and nods eagerly.

A/n: okay first off not romanticizing stalking in any way however Scotty's character... I'm pretty sure she has something wrong mentally she doesn't know boundaries so when she likes someone she does anything to be near them is all. Don't blame me blame the damn show 🙄 however if you do got a problem and would like to fight I don't mind. Scotty deserves the world and a happy ending so I'm giving it to her. Also this is unedited.

#letitia wright x black!reader #letitia wright #letitia wright scotty #letitia wright shuri #shuri x reader #shuri imagine #scotty banana #scotty my love #shuri x fem!reader

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kafus · 2 months

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"video games rumors" anon here, the type of rumor I'm curious about your opinion on are the kinds of rumors you'd hear in a playground; i.e. something like "If you groundpound the fountain star 2401 times you can unlock Luigi in super mario 64!" or "If you do all of these super convoluted steps in pokemon you can get mewthree!" etc etc, if that's too broad then maybe just playground rumors specific to pokemon.

My original ask was spurred by a video by midnight krick, covering a pokemon iceberg from an alternate universe where the last pokemon games were gold and silver. Do be warned though that the video heads into creepypasta territory, especially near the end.

OHHH okay yes i get you now! sorry maybe that was obvious before but i felt like there were multiple directions that ask could have gone lmao

i am old enough to have experienced a good chunk of video game rumors firsthand, though not to the extent of proper 90s kids - i kinda got the tail end of it i think? and most of the rumors i heard were strongly proliferated through the internet, like the experience of seeing one of those fake Mewthree videos during pokemon gen 3 on really early youtube when i was too young to understand how those videos were made and couldn't tell the difference between romhacks and reality yknow. while i heard about rumors outside of pokemon (i was fascinated by some animal crossing ones back in the day because i had a brief stint with wild world for instance) i have to admit i've been This Autistic about pokemon since i was little and most of them... were pokemon rumors lol

eventually around age 9 i found out that most of the rumors i had seen floating around were edited images or romhack videos and i actually got into really early romhacking at that age... and made my own fake pokemon rumor video and uploaded it to youtube and everything, but i felt so guilty immediately after uploading it that i took it down. which i regret now because i genuinely think it may have gotten a couple people to fall for it. here's a reupload of it, i rescued it from my mom's ancient PC:

youtube

i'm kind of enamored with this thing i made because even at the age of 9 i tried to make it thinly believable and intriguing - lugia was only available in gen 3 through events or xd gale of darkness, so it was a pokemon people would want but couldn't find, however not a mythical or a made up fakemon. the three kanto birds being a requirement ties into the 2nd movie, but since they're in kanto and not hoenn it becomes infinitely harder to test and disprove this, not just because of the level requirement but because of the need to trade them over. i was really thinking about it i guess lmao. of course the audio glitch making the cave and lugia battle silent hurts the believability.

unfortunately there's no "unregistered hypercam 2" in the corner cause i used some other software... i think it was called camstudio? idk i might be wrong and i'm too lazy to look it up rn. anyway sorry for going on about that so long this ask just made me think of it and i wanted to talk about it lol

@ the second bit of your message, i have not seen that video in my suggestions and now i'm probably gonna watch it later, ty! i appreciate the warning but let it be known that i love pokemon creepypastas, i met my qpp and my closest friends through pokepastas, a certain pokepasta character when searched on google has like three pieces of my art near the top lmao - point is i'm REALLY desensitized and instead of being offput that actually makes me want to watch it more, i unironically love that shit to this day

#kiki was here #asks #anonymous #pokemon

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sat0sugu-angst · 2 years

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Heyyy, your work is amazinggg. I was wondering if you can write about reader wanting more praise instead of degradation with bakugo. Maybe they had a bad week and doesn’t feel that good about themselves. While they are fucking bakugo is degrading them but sees that they are not there in the moment so he stops and asks what’s wrong. Then they ask for more praise and bakugo delivers… IF NOT THATS TOTALLY OKAY

Omg @dreamland03 this one was so wholesome and HAWT 🤤 thanks for the idea lovely 💕

Perfection

pairing: bkg x afab!reader

cw: afab!reader (no pronouns used, though bkg calls reader princess), degradation (reader receiving), bratty!reader, hurt/comfort, they're nerds in love idk

MDNI

It had been a hard week. Nothing was going well, you were exhausted and overwhelmed. It has been especially hard because Katsuki was on a mission abroad for the last two weeks.

You'd barely spoken with him the last few days. You felt unsure each time you picked up the phone to call him, worried you might be bothering him, afraid he wouldn't answer.

But he was finally coming home this evening, and you'd spent the afternoon preparing. You would have preferred takeout so you didn't have to cook, but knew Katsuki would like a home cooked meal, so you'd taken the time to cook something really nice, something you both loved to eat together. You'd also dusted, decluttered, and santized nearly the every surface in the apartment so that it'd be cozy for his return.

When he came home, he had every bit the warmth he always had, if not more. He showered you with affection the moment he arrived, barely letting you leave the cage of his arms. Even while you served dinner, he hugged you from behind while nonchalantly complaining about something Kirishima said to him on the flight back (which was completely harmless and truthfully adorable).

It was fun to humor him, though, letting him act like the grump he is for most of dinner, especially when that pout of his was so damn cute. It was amazing what hearing him complain did to your mood, and even he seemed to notice your chipper attitude as you collected the now empty plates to put them in the dishwasher.

"You find pleasure in my pain or what?" He asked, and you found some of his anger directed at you.

You smirked, unfazed. As easy as it was to get him mad, it was just as easy to appease him. "Of course not. I missed you, is all. Just you being here is making me happy."

His eyes narrowed slightly, like he almost thought you might be messing with him. When he realized you were sincere, he straightened up, trying to look more casual even as his cheeks were tinged pink. "Flattery ain't gonna work on me, princess."

You raised a brow at him, a challenging grin on your lips. "I think that ship's sailed long ago, Katsuki. Flattery always works on you. Case in point," You lifted up on your toes, pulling him down by the collar of his shirt, and pressing a suggestive but short kiss to his lips. When you pulled away, you looked at him through your lashes and smiled a little.

He grinned. "I've been back for what? Like, two hours, and you're already begging for punishment, huh?" His arms were back around your waist, though his hands wandered lower, squeezing a cheek in each hand.

When you gasped, he took the opportunity to press against your open mouth, his tongue already teasing your bottom lip before he kissed it.

It was quick business getting back to the bedroom. He'd been gone for two weeks, and neither of you intended to waste any time.

You teased each other out of your clothes, and eventually you find yourself on your back, your legs pushed as far apart as you could get them, pussy spread so you couldn't hide the dark spot on your panties that showed how wet you already were, even before he's even touched you there.

"Fuck," He groaned, pressing a kiss on each thigh, so close to where you really need him. "Always so wet for me. You really can't get enough of me, huh?"

You shake your head, looking down to see him ghost over your sex, teasing you with a light kiss to where your clit was, before he pulled himself up so he was hovering over you. He rolled his clothed erection right against your heat, and you let out a little moan. "I really missed you, Katsuki." You nearly whined, wrapping your legs around his waist so there was no room to doubt your meaning.

"You didn't like that toy I got you?" He asked, brushing your hair back so it was against the pillow.

"It's not that, I do like it." You said, trailing a finger along his collarbone. "It's just better when it's us."

He smirked. "Can't say I disagree." He pushed up onto his knees, pulling your underwear down your legs before tossing it somewhere in the room with the rest of your clothes. Before you could even realize what he was doing, he was already running his tongue between your folds, rolling his tongue along your clit. He has you so you're moaning and clenching around nothing, craving the finger teasing around your hole to fill you up. After sucking on your clit, he pulls away with a light pop. "So fuckin' needy for it, huh? Bet you'd love it if it was my cock instead of my finger. But you'll just take whatever I give you, won't you?"

You weren't sure when the anxiety from the last week snuck up on you, figuring it had been remedied by his warm welcome, but there it was.

And it wasn't like he didn't always talk to you like this. Usually when he taunted you, and forced you to beg for him, it was sexy, and you loved it. Now, though, it pulled you out of the moment, and even if it was only a second, it turned to be difficult to get out of your head afterward. And you didn't want to say anything, didn't want him to feel like he'd done something wrong. You sat up, guiding him away from your legs, so that he was sitting up again. You made quick work of pulling his briefs down his legs, asking if he could grab a condom.

"Just can't wait, huh? Fuck, I love when you're so desperate for it." He quickly moved to grab one from his stash in his nightstand drawer. The harder you tried to ignore the way the word desperate echoed in your head, the harder it was to get out of your head.

Katsuki really did love the way you were so open with your affection toward him. Even now, as he teased you about it, he felt completely at home. He'd missed you so much while he'd been away, cursed the damn villain who'd been wrecking havoc and pulled him away from you for so long. On the flight home, he wasn't anxious to see anyone else, not his friends, his parents. All he wanted to do when he got off that plane was spend the next two days holed up at home with you.

So yeah, he liked to see you beg a little bit, because it made him feel more normal for how much he really did crave you. How much of his mind you took up. But as he eased into your heat, he looked up to check your expression, stopping his motion when he saw tears welling up in your eyes.

Normally, he actually did like to see you cry, loved the way your eyes sparkled when he fucked you so good you had tears spilling onto your cheeks while you sighed his name. But this was different. You weren't even looking at him, though your eyes were open, staring up at the ceiling like you were in a different kind of pain.

"Y/n?" When you looked down at him, he reached up and brushed a tear from your cheek. "What's wrong?" he whispered, and it was one of the rare times that he openly expressed concern in his features.

You had really been trying hard not to cry. Because it wasn't like what was happening in the moment was so terrible, it felt good, but all at once you felt the stress from the entire week hit your chest like a freight train. When he asked what was wrong, though, it made it difficult to hold it together, as terribly as you already were. His expression was so soft, you just wanted to lean into him and let him get rid of all your problems.

"Sorry, baby, it's not you." You said, trying to take a deep breath.

"It kinda feels like it is, though. Did I hurt you?"

You covered your eyes with your forearm, focusing on your breathing. "You didn't, I've just been having a rough week. I didn't realize how stressed I still was until now, I guess."

You feel the backs of his knuckles lighting brushing your forearm. "Please look at me, baby."

You pulled your arm down, taking a shuddering breath. "What's been botherin' you?"

You sigh, but knowing Katsuki, he wouldn't drop it until you gave him a halfway decent answer. So you try your best to explain some of the things that have been going on.

He's rolled off of you, and though he makes no move to get dressed, he pulls the blanket over the both of you. He sat up and pulled you into his lap, asking questions here and there.

When you're mostly done, you're halfway strewn across his lap, a leg thrown over his hips so you were almost snaked around his entire body. "Why didn't you tell me this stuff was happening?"

"You were gone."

"I was in another country, I didn't travel back in time before cell phones exist. We barely spoke all week and you never mentioned any of this."

You sigh. "I just didn't want to bug you, especially just to complain."

He twisted so you could see him raise a brow at you. "You don't bug me. And if you did, I'd just tell you."

You snorted humorlessly. "What a sweet boyfriend I have." You say dryly.

He continues as if he hasn't heard you. "Also, I don't care if you complain. Complain all you want. Doesn't bother me."

You turn to look at him. "Really?"

He pokes you in the forehead with his middle finger. "I'd rather listen to you complain than not hear from you at all. Okay?"

You take another deep breath, finger tracing over his chest. "Okay,"

He clearly didn't believe you, grabbing your chin and tilting your head to look up at him. "I'm serious." And he really did look serious, it was almost cute.

You smiled up at him, leaning up and kissing him softly. "I know. Thank you, baby."

He leans in again, capturing your lips in a deeper kiss. "You could never bother me. You're so fuckin' perfect I'd have to be an idiot to be bothered by you."

Your cheeks were flushing, and you turned away in embarrassment. "Katsuki..."

"You are. You're perfect. I love everything about you." And he makes his way down your entire body, making stops as he peppers your skin with kisses and compliments. It's enough to get you feeling hot again, the way his tongue teases the spots he knows you're ticklish. Katsuki always gives good head, but the way he was working you now made you feel like you were on fire, you were whining and gasping and barely able to form words. Though, he had some things to say.

"Fuck your coworkers, you're the best they got. Oughta fuck you so good tonight you can't even walk tomorrow. One day without you'll teach them to appreciate all the fucking work you do." He says, before sucking another bruise on your thigh, this one close to your hole where you were begging for contact.

"Worked all day 'nd even made my favorite food. Don't think I didn't notice you cleaned, too. You did such a good job, baby."

You felt drunk on him. On his words, his mouth, the way his fingers teased you. And he looked drunk on you, eyes hooded as his gaze went from your pussy to your face. "I missed this. God, two weeks away from you is torture. Don't let me do that again." And he's back between my legs, tongue working against me with skill and precision.

"Nng—Kats...Katsuki, I'm gonna–" You were so close, the tension building, and then wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you, and you were moaning, fingers in his hair holding him in place so he wouldn't keep going.

"Fuck yeah, baby, keep comin' for me." He said, and now his fingers were in the mix, teasing around your hole as you clenched around nothing. "Can't wait til you're squeezing my cock like that."

He fucks you all night, telling you how beautiful you were, that you were perfect for him. You were both wet from sweat and cum by the time you were drifting to sleep, exhausted from how many times he'd gotten you to cum. You reached up, eyes heavy as you traced over the features of his face.

"Thank you, Katsuki." You whispered.

He tilted his head, looking at you with the softest expression you'd ever seen on him. "Well, you make it so easy to compliment you. If you feel like that again, let me know and I'll fuck this lesson back into you." And back was that smile of his.

You smiled up at him, kissing him lightly before falling into a peaceful sleep in your boyfriend's arms.

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woodsfae · 8 months

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Babylon 5 S03E01: Matters of Honor S01 table of contents • S02 table of contents • S03 table of contents

With this opening shot of the railshuttle inside B5, and Sheridan's rescue from going splat by Kosh after he jumped out of the shuttle last season, I have realized. I have just now realized that the railshuttle is inside B5. After all the times they've used it across two seasons and one episode, it took me till now to think about where the shuttle was. idk. Every time it came up I'd be like "Hmm, I wonder what planet this space elevator is over. Can't be Draal Planet. What other planet is nearby?

It makes so much more sense that it's an internal system so people in the five-mile-long space station can get from one end to the other. Except, and I think this is what tripped me up, they seem to have gravity in the shuttle. Unless I'm mistaken, a space station which generates gravity by spinning has reduced gravity as you get closer to the spinning center. Low gravity environments are hard to simulate, though, so I understand why the reduced gravity was not obvious. But it might be why I didn't realize.

Awww, John Sheridan is a good midwestern boy and took the first possible opportunity to thank Kosh for saving his life. But being observed is a strain, so Kosh has been hiding out, resting. Sheridan wants to know why Kosh would risk being exposed, even though no one connected the rescue to Kosh.

Sheridan: "After taking such care to hide what you really are, why take that chance?" Kosh: "It was… … …necessary." Sheridan: "Well, as answers go: short, to the point, utterly useless,, and totally consistent with what I've come to expect from a Vorlon." Kosh: "Good."

LOL.

And the rest of that conversation is hilarious, too.

Space battle! RIP Drasak. Is he a Drazi? B5 does space battles well. I always feel like a sense of scale has been accurately conveyed, and that the battles makes sense while also being exciting to watch.

Wow, awesome new opening! I love that it's Ivanova and that Claudia Christian's skills at voice-overs are being recognized. Also, she totally deserves to be the most recognizable voice of Babylon 5, Ivanova's been holding the station together since episode one, damnit!

The escaping pilot wants life support power redirected to the engines. Either he thinks he'll survive the seven hour journey without the ship getting cold and the air not being recycled, or the information is stored on the ship and it's more important that it get there safely than he survive.

Awww, Ivanova and Sheridan's friendship.

Air Force person David Endawi has top secret info! I'm excited to hear it. Hopefully it's interesting and not some bullshit policy decisions from Earth. And he wants Delenn, too!

Oh, the pilot survived! But he collapsed and is unconscious.

Dr Franklin: "He's not going anywhere." *turns around*

He's gone!

Fuck you, Morden. and also you, Londo.

"My people have a manifest destiny,"

Yep, the Centauri are an extremely unflattering and accurate reflection of USA Imperialism.

"We have danced our last little dance, Mr Morden. And now it is time for you to go away."

The audacity! Like Morden said, the Shadows have helped the Centauri over and over again, and the Centauri haven't been asked to pay back the favor. Their war and imperialism is helping the Shadows, but it's not in the Shadows' best interest for the Centauri to know about it.

Wait a second…are the Shadows representations of capitalist billionaires generating climate change which has the capacity, if left unchecked, to wipe out all sentient life on Earth? Being driven largely by powerful USA oligarchs and an ineffective UN represented by the Minbari and the League of Non-Aligned Worlds?? Fuck me, this whole space opera is an extended metaphor!

One more meeting with Morden, and he says he'll go away for as long as Londo wants. I do believe it. But I also believe that he'd going to set things up to become highly uncomfortable for Londo to encourage him to contact Morden again.

Mr Endawi's people pulled the footage of the Shadow in hyperspace! wtf dude.

They agree that the Shadow ship is powerful, advanced, and hostile. And they want more information on the species if possible. It does seem to be in their best interests to share some knowledge, but Delenn's long moment of pondering makes me wonder why they wouldn't want to gather human allies against the coming war.

Delenn says the ships are indestructible, and once they select a target, they never stop till they've succeeded, and they never fail. She says, looking at the video of the ship, that it is the face of their enemy.

Ma'am, it is not. Last season I saw the silhouette of a wolf-like creature, and also a video of Morden in a cell with spider-like thingies. That presumably have faces. Although, Delenn maybe didn't see recordings of either of those. I can't recall if she was in the room when Sheridan saw the Shadows in the cell with Morden.

Lennier! :)

Delenn recognized a stone pendant that looked awfully like the one our pilot who escapes hostile forces and medbays had on him.

Mr Endawi: I don't drink on duty. Londo: Centauri's are never OFF duty! fixes a drink for himself "That's why drinking on duty is also a duty!"

Londo admits to seeing a shadow ship before. In a dream. He waxes eloquent about his dream, and the lighting and camera choices are artfully selected. Mr Endawi is as skeptical as anyone would be, and he's unimpressed by Londo's mood lighting.

Delenn is in what appears to be a dive bar, and there's a thrilled bartender plying their craft in full alien makeup. No 21st c. Earth dive bar has a bartender that thrilled to be throwing bottles around.

Escaped pilot is called Marcus, and seems clever. And he's a ranger. Thrilling!

The local gang wants protection money. Marcus wants some witty banter.

It's a good thing that the religious caste gets some martial arts training, because those were quite a few thugs!

Marcus has Minbari friends who tell him about Minbari susceptibility to alcohol and give him Minbari weapons.

Hah. Sheridan's all sheepish "I should have filled you in before, but you need to know about the rangers." But Ivanova already knows everything!

"Captain, the day something happens around here and I don't know about it: worry."

Ivanova is god. I'll take it more to heart now than ever before. That's some impressive recon!

Ah, Marcus was aided in his fleeing by a Drazi! I wonder if he was assigned Green or Purple last season.

The Centauri are the ones blockading Zagro 7, and they've invaded large targets on the other side of Drazi space, too. They need help. Sheridan's on it!

Meanwhile, Londo has finished with his meeting with Mr Endawi and is failing to match with with Morden. Morden says, take this half of the galaxy, do anything you want over there, but this other side is the Shadows'. Except for Zagro 7, which Lord Refa captured for Morden. Londo has chronic FOMO, so he hates hearing that Morden has spoken to another Centauri.

Are the Shadows going to Zagro 7 because they know about the rangers? Or are the rangers coincidentally there, and the Shadows are looking for something else they find valuable?

Sheridan gets a shiny new ship! The White Star!

Mr Endawi: "Tell me stuff." Garibaldi: "Can't cuz I dunno the stuff. Too highly classified for little ole me."

When in doubt, play dumb.

Garibaldi is doing great, actually! If he can keep from beating any more civilians or stalking more women I might eventually like him in an less complicated fashion.

The White Star was made using Minbari and Vorlon tech, but it was designed to not look too Minbari. And, unlike Earth ships, Minbari ships have artificial gravity! Which also saves on special effects!

Minbari caste stuff is interesting. There are religious caste scientists and ship crew, so crewing a ship must not restricted to the warrior caste. I wonder if any occupations are specifically tied to one caste or the other, or if it mainly functions as a cultural marker. I seem to recall that certain historical and religious knowledge is restricted just to the religious caste, but we haven't really seen anything other than directly commanding troops that seems to be off-limits to the religious caste. I suspect that if I pay attention to Delenn as she and Sheridan co-lead the Rangers I might be able to deduce certain religious caste leadership norms in Minbari society, though.

Great lore dump from G'Kar!! The Narn know about the Shadows because they set up a base on Narn 1,000 years before, before the Narn were spacefaring. A great spiritual leader called G'Quan believed is was a base for a far-away war. The Narns have been perfectly copying the book G'Quan wrote ever since. They preserved the knowledge through the eons. And now Mr Endawi knows about the Shadows! But I wonder how credible the human govt will find it, since Delenn professed total ignorance and so did Sheridan and his staff.

The White Star is having its first mission! But the Centauri ditched their auto-blockade! Little do they know….they were instructed to leave.

Sheridan is stoked by his new ship's fancy tech, which can show them the disguised shadows ship! Well this might blow their alliance's cover that they don't exist and no one knows about the Shadows!

The Shadows shoot at the White Star and they miss! Which Delenn is surprised about. Sheridan thinks they will be trying to shoot to disable, not kill, for information purposes. And now he's luring the Shadows into hyperspace!

Dang Sheridan. Delenn's all freaked out and thinks they need help, that they can't harm a Shadow ship alone.

Sheridan: "With all due respect Ambassador, I've heard that before."

lol. He has earned his confidence, even if the Minbari aren't exactly at the Shadows' level.

Sheridan is going to try a maneuver that is suicidal in any Earth ship, but he thinks they might survive because the White Star is higher tech and faster. Delenn likes his confidence!

And they live! Lennier! hah! He wants the temple training program revised so that acolytes are prepared for experiences like that.

I do think that Sheridan and Delenn have damaged their cause by not admitting to knowing anything about the Shadows' ship.

Oh….I am immediately proven completely wrong. Morden is totally in with the investigation into the ship, and the whole force is in on it with the Shadows, too.

Well. Damn.

oh. The subtitles just called the Z'ha'dum "ZachDoom." asgfkhasfghksdj

Sheridan is instituting a war council! B5's senior staff, Delenn, any ranger around, and mystery future-guests.

Dr Franklin has a pertinent question. Cuz he's never been told before. What are the Shadows?

Delenn: "There are beings in the universe billions of years older than any of our races. They walked along the stars like giants: vast, and timeless. They created great empires, taught new races, explored beyond the rim. The oldest of the ancients are the Shadows. We've no other name for them."

Spooky! A great first episode for both new seasons: three, and autumn.

#woodsfae b5 #babylon 5

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inkofamethyst · 2 months

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March 3, 2024

It's so weird to already know what instrument I'm going to learn next (and also to have purposefully selected a time to learn it). Like, I didn't know I was going to want to teach myself the saxophone in high school, it just kind of happened (though these days I do lowkey wish I had gone for alto rather than tenor (will not make the same mistake with the bass, will prob go for a short scale)). Same with the uke--I was just bored one summer. But knowing that the bass is coming up (but that I'll be waiting over a year for it still (not a bad thing, as I'll be able to use this summer to learn more about my community at large)) makes me a bit antsy to just start playing. I'll be listening to music and will have to make a mental note of a cool baseline I'd like to learn (the "Life Will Change" bridge !!!!!!!!! (though I'll prob have to learn something like "Mask" from P5 before that if I want to play while singing (supposedly notoriously difficult on bass which is lovely)--slower, more repetitive)) but like, that's over a year away. I mean the wait gives me time to save and plan, sure, but I also just want to play something sometimes.

Speaking of planning, when I get to that fateful day next May of picking a bass (not sure if I want to go the cheap route and grab something used online or the Main Character route and have some hot guy in a guitar shop help me pick one out based on his expertise and then offer to give me lessons and then we fall in love (can you tell that Hadestown has pushed the dial right back over to R??) (though the guitar shop plan makes more sense for my first one (of one? of many? who knows) since I don't know any bassists and I don't know what I'm doing (yet))), I'm also going to have to decide whether I want to go for lessons. Honestly? I'm considering it. I know my whole deal is like "hur hur hur im a self taught multi-instrumentalist" (!!!! I'm a multi-instrumentalist !!!!!) but also if I can't find good videos on/am unsure about technique, might as well talk to a professional.

God I'm so excited to learn that instrument. Can you tell?

Speaking of saving, one thing about my savings goals notion page is that I wish it was more.. dynamic. In that, sometimes I save extra towards a goal one month, and it'd be nice if the suggested monthly savings amount went down to reflect the new minimum needed to reach that goal by the desired date. Or alternatively, change the end date based on the amount saved if the minimum payment stayed the same. I don't know how to code either of those, but they'd be a nice touch.

Though, kind of on a similar note, saving so aggressively in January and February has meant that, after typical spending habits, I've been left with basically nothing at the end of the month lol. Everything else taken into account, I've got ~$200 for random discretionary purchases monthly. That's been perfectly fine (aka just enough) but it also feels a little tight? Idk. I suppose I can rationalize it by the fact that it will keep me from overspending and will allow me to reach other goals quicker but it still feels like I'm livin paycheck to paycheck hehe. But this will only last as long as my ultra-aggressive saving strats do, so for about another year, then I start letting up (if all goes to plan).

Also, went ahead and did the per-day calculations because I've always heard that it's cheaper to make your own food than to buy it, and I am actually saving so much by making my own meals every day*. Like, so much. Now, at my uni, getting breakfast or lunch a la carte isn't terribly expensive, but it certainly can and likely would add up.

*Granted, I do benefit from the occasional free lunch or dinner.

Can you tell I'm rationalizing anxiety with over-strategizing? I truly do not make enough money to be so focused (rationalization: start good habits early). The moneydiaries subreddit has fried my brain I think.

Thinking about putting on some fake tattoos at the end of spring break. Partly because they make me immensely, unreasonably happy, partly because I'm curious if anyone would ask about them hehe. The last time I did a full sleeve and met up with some friends (years ago) they were a lil shook.

Today I'm thankful for.. a lazy weekend. And nighttime rain storms.

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blooming-violets · 2 years

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I wish you'd write a fic where you're forced into an arranged marriage with Peter (maybe it's a Mob AU maybe it's royalty maybe it's dark idk) and you don't want to be attracted to your new husband but fuck is it hard when you're sharing a bed with him

What time and place and plot is this?? I have no idea. Imagine whatever you want. I haven’t written anything in so long I don’t remember how to do this. [x]

Here’s a sexy pic of how I imagine him post wedding though:

You would hate him no matter what. That's what you told yourself the entire boat ride over to America. It didn't matter who he was. He was destined to have a wife that despised him. You had plans and dreams for the future. You wanted to get an education and make your own way in this world. Your family had other ideas. Apparently this Peter Parker, son of a wealthy and influential father, had chosen your photograph out of hundreds. He had chosen you to become his bride. And whatever Peter Parker wanted, he got.

You didn't get to even see what he looked like until you were walking down the aisle. It didn't matter to you. Every man was going to be the same.

He had chosen the finest, most expensive wedding dress on the market for you to wear. The pendant necklace dawned delicately between your chest cost more than your family would make in an entire year. Once you were married to the man standing at the end of the aisle, they would be set for life. Your father would never have to work another day. He could finally rest. All it cost was the soul of his eldest daughter. Peter now owned you.

Your first kiss with your husband was quick, tight lipped, and in front of hundreds of wedding guests. You did your best to play your part through the ceremony. You held on tightly to the picture in your head of your family, imaging them finally being free of debt, while you held back tears and plastered a bright smile to your lips.

"What can I do to make my new bride smile?" He leaned over in his chair to whisper in your ear while dinner was being served to all the guests. His words caused your smile to tighten.

"I do not know what you mean. I've been smiling all night, have I not?" You refused to look in his direction. You didn't want to see his face.

He made a strange grumble sound in the back of his throat and straightened back up, "You might be fooling the guests but I see right through it. I'm doing your family a favor by taking you in. Try to be grateful."

He didn't speak to you the rest of the ceremony.

You loathed everything about him.

His home was otherworldly. You'd never seen such excess of wealth in your life. His butler gave you a tour of the house ending in the bedroom where Peter was waiting for you.

"I'll take it from here," he motioned for the butler to leave and closed the door behind you.

You eyed the large bed, "We don't have separate rooms?"

Peter laughed, "We're husband and wife, why would we not share a bed?"

You'd been told what was meant to happen on your wedding night. As you changed into your night gown and slipped under the covers next to him, you waited with knots in your stomach. At some point he was going to touch you. He was going to roll over and strip you of your clothes. Then he would enter your body some how. The details were a little fuzzy. Your mother kept using all sorts of strange analogies and you kept getting flustered and confused. She mentioned there might be blood and pain but also intense pleasure. You had no idea what was going to happen but you waited anxiously for Peter to the make the move.

Except that it never happened.

Your day was long and your journey across the ocean was even longer. It was all catching up to you. As you listened to the soft snores of the stranger, your husband, next to you, you dozed off into a restless sleep.

The next day he was gone. And the day after that, and the one after that, and the one after that.

No one would tell you where he went or what he did. They just kept saying he was "on a job." You had no idea what his job was but you enjoyed the quiet time alone to explore the house and grounds. It truly was a beautiful home. The library was your favorite. You found a dimly lit corner with a large, leather arm chair and curled up day after day in its comfort as you devoured the books on the shelves. If this was your life as a wife, it wasn't too bad.

One rainy evening, as you were lost in another story, a deep voice echoed from the door way.

"Are you enjoying my chair?" You'd almost forgotten what he looked like. You'd only seen him the day of your wedding and it had been over a week since he returned home. "I heard this was the best place to find you if you disappeared. The help all gossip, you know. They tell me you've made yourself a little home in my library."

You rested your open book on the arm of the chair and sat up a little straighter, "Is there anything wrong with that?"

Peter smiled, "No. Just interesting, is all. I feel like I know a little more about you than I did before." He walked into the warm light of the room. The rain threw itself against the glass windows and created a symphony of background music to accompany his stride straight towards you.

He squatted down in front of you and placed his hands on your knees over your dress.

For the first time, you really got a good look at him. He was rather beautiful. His dark hair was perfectly groomed, though a single curl had fallen from the rest and laid against the middle of his forehead. His eyes were a lovely chestnut brown and they studied your face with an intensity that made you squirm under his gaze. Dark, thick stubble covered his cheeks. It had been a few days since his last shave. A sickly purple and yellow bruise was hidden underneath the hair along his cheekbone.

You reached out a tender hand and gently stroked the bruised flesh. His eyes slipped close as his grip tightened around your legs. "You're hurt?"

Peter's eyes fluttered back open and he gave you a soft smile, "Nothing I can't handle." He sat down and settled himself between your legs, leaning his shoulder against the chair, curled up under you. He reminded you an old dog you had growing up who loved to snuggle at your feet. "Read to me."

You picked up your book and continued to read where you left off, speaking just loud enough to be heard over the rain.

It wasn't long before Peter's head lulled onto your thigh as sleep gripped him. He was exhausted from whatever his secretive job had him do.

He'd remain home for the next two weeks claiming that his job was "finished" for now.

Your hatred of him was started to dwindle with each passing day. He spent his mornings walking you around his grounds and his evenings curled up at your feet while you read to him. He made you laugh and kept you entertained despite how often you tried to refrain from giving into him. You found yourself loving the way the sunlight lightened hair and the way he would hum to himself whenever he was lost in thought. It was becoming increasingly difficult to tear your eyes away from him.

The time you accidentally caught him coming out of his bath made you lose your breath, your cheeks heat up, and your heart tighten in your chest. Something about the water glistening off his toned chest even made you squeeze your thighs together. Whenever you were with him, you wanted to reach out and touch him. You envisioned the night of your wedding when you kissed. You had felt nothing then but, a part of you, wanted to try it again.

Whatever your mother had claimed would happen on your wedding night never occurred. You were starting to think that maybe something was wrong with you. Clearly he wasn’t attracted to you like he had hoped when he picked your picture from the others.

You watched Peter climb into bed that night. He'd taken to holding you tightly while he slept. It made you feel safe locked up in his strong arms. Tonight, you couldn't bare the thought of sleeping beside him, though.

He glanced up at you and frowned, "Something wrong?"

You swallowed, "Am I not good enough for you? I know I was difficult in the beginning. I know I was sour and rude but I've been trying my best. This arraignment was a lot to take in. It took a while to come to terms with everything. I'm sorry if you were expecting someone else and got stuck with me."

Peter sat up with a confused look, "I don't understand what you're talking about. You're exactly who I picked. I was told I needed marry to inherit my fathers fortune. I was given countless options and I chose you."

"Maybe my photo was more beautiful than the real thing then..."

He stood up and walked around the bed to stand in front of you, "What are you saying? Where is this coming from?"

You sighed, "We never consummated the marriage. At least, I don't think we did. You were supposed to do something and you never acted on it. Is it because you're revolted by me? Am I not who you envisioned?"

A smile broke out across his face and his eyes softened. He reached out and grasped his hands around your upper arms to pull you closer to him, "Is that what you're worried about? That I’m not attracted you? That I regret choosing you?"

You nodded, feeling a bit silly at the entire conversation.

"You are Mrs. Parker. My beautiful wife. I called for you across an entire ocean. I chose you out of every eligible woman in the world. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on. Trust me, I would have consummated the marriage a thousand times by now if I had my way. I knew you weren't ready though. I stole you from your family, from your life. Don't try to deny that you hated me. I've spent my life taking anything that I wanted. This time, I made myself wait. It is you who I am waiting for. It's your turn to take what you want."

"What is it that I want?" You whispered. "I have these...feelings...for you. I don't know what to do with them."

He gave a quiet chuckle, "Here. Let me help show you."

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What about urd (and anybody else you wanna add) reacting to their s/o running their fingers through their hair and wanting to take care if them and just generally doting on them. Treating them like the royalty they are.

Running your fingers through their hair.

FEATURES: crowley eusford, lacus welt, basteya irclu, urd geales, ky luc

CW: none

WC: 600

NOTES: this is kinda an adorable idea ngl

Decided to take the opportunity to do some characters I usually don’t do, and Ky ig?? Idk

This has been living in my drafts for a while I thought I'd finish it since yes (*￣︶￣) lmao it's two a.m. my brain is shutting down

crowley eusford

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Doesn't actively seek it out or drag it on, but doesn't deny he enjoys it.

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Probably not used to being on the receiving end? At least not as like an affectionate thing But also doesn't have the energy of someone who would do it to you either tbh 💀

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 The one thing he would ask you to do is braid his hair, since it would be nice if you did it for him instead, a little extra care and you can pretty easily convince him to let you do it all the time

lacus welt

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 He doesn’t really have much to do throughout the day sometimes, so having you there with him to give him affection in the midst of boredom would be nice, very much enjoys it when you play with his hair.

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Lacus likes it in private too, there doesn't really need to be a reason for him to let you let his hair down and stroke his hair, maybe some head scratches (ﾉ´∀｀*) he seems like a headscratch enjoyer tbh

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Honestly seems like he'd like it and probably wants you to paint his nails for him, like just a casual thing you do sometimes, when the last session's nail polish is almost or completely gone you pick him out a new colour together and make his nails pretty (*￣︶￣)

basteya irclu

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Fairly indifferent, but lets you anyway. They wouldn’t actively seek you out to be coddled, at least at first this is definitely not going to last 💀

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 They’d grow more attached to it (and you) with time and it would start to become more distracting to them as they slowly ease into entertaining your whims some more

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Likes to deny that they don’t enjoy it too much, and that this is solely for you that they let you run your fingers through their hair and whisper sweet things to them, at the same time telling you that this is the least of what they deserve considering that they’re very busy and supposedly shouldn’t be paying attention to what you’re doing right now

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 They would start to request that you do it more, but you might have to ask and convince them a bit to get them to do it back

urd geales

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Likes it, it’s relaxing, he can admit that much, he’s a big kid he’s too damn old to be flirting around it

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 It’s a bit of an indulgence to him though, like he’ll only let you when he has time, there’s not much work to be done, and the little there is left can wait for you, especially if you've been waiting patiently for him to let you for a while

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 It's during the one time he gets to wind down and relax with you, so of course he enjoys letting you pamper him ♡ able to let go for a while and maybe let you mess up his hair a bit, as long as you fix it after (ﾟ▽ﾟ*)

ky luc

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 I've been waiting for this one uhuhu ☆(≧∀≦*)ﾉ Ky very much loves it when you run your fingers through his hair, it gives him tingles up his spine.

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 It’s definitely a cuddling activity, starts off intentional and deliberate and slowly fades into the background, the kind of thing you do on repeat so much you forget you’re doing it, but he loves it sm you can’t just rob him of it

⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Easily the most pushy, but also very eager to return the favour, a little gesture of trying to share something that makes him happy with you so you can understand it and hopefully get a little joy out of it too (*￣︶￣) ♡

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