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I just think that a friends-with-benefits to lovers jimmysea series would eat so goodd! The one time hook up, mutual pushing away of feelings yet finding themselves being pulled towards each other always, then pining the tension, it would be a bangerr
this is where im sadly gonna have to admit that im not the biggest fan of the friends-with-benefits trope ;;;;;;;
i couldn’t really explain to you why that is because im not too sure about it myself tbh, i guess maybe it’s just a dynamic that doesn’t appeal to me or that has never been depicted in a way that i like. one gripe i do kinda have with how i’ve seen it being portrayed in shows is that the trope is called friends-with-benefits, but way too often the friends part is completely missing: it’s either more like two-characters-who-can-barely-stand-each-other-with-benefits or friends-who-are-already-clearly-in-love-with-each-other-with-benefits. i mean don’t get me wrong both of these are perfectly fine!!!! i probably just have way too specific expectations for this trope, and since it’s not one of my favorite to begin with, if it’s not done exactly right i can’t really enjoy it. or maybe i simply have boring tastes ;;;;;;;;;
but all that being said, would i completely DEVOUR a friends-with-benefits to lovers jimmysea series? Y’ALL CAN BET YOUR SWEET BIPPY I WOULD. do i also think they would fucking NAIL those roles and leave me for dead on the side of the road with their performance? DAMN RIGHT I DO
i often say that maybe they don’t have the kind of chemistry where you can see the sparks fly from across the room, but when it comes to any kind of emotion they absolutely thrive, so i think they would be incredible at portraying all those different ever changing feelings that are common for the trope: the initial fun of fooling around with your best friend and laughing together about it afterwards, the sudden confusion when you find yourself drawn to a deeper kind of intimacy, the slow realization of feeling something more, the fear of ruining the friendship, the hurt that comes whether you step away or not, the pining for a romantic relationship that you think you can have, the unjustified jealousy when you see your friend flirting with someone else, the anger towards yourself for feeling like that, the misunderstanding building from all that, the pure unadulterated love and joy at knowing your feelings are returned and finally being together………
SO ANYWAY IMMA ADD THIS TO THE NEVERENDING LIST OF JIMMYSEA BL SERIES IM GONNA NEED TO HAPPEN AND THAT ARE PROBABLY GONNA SEND ME INTO AN EARLY GRAVE JUST FROM THINKING ABOUT IT
#WE TRULY COULD KEEP THEM BOOKED AND BUSY FOR THE NEXT TEN YEARS @ GMMTV LISTEN TO THE PEOPLE!!!!!!!#anyway thank you for sending this anon!!!!#and sorry for you know. the rambling#jimmysea#bl wishlist#m: ask#me sitting myself down to have a serious conversation: you need to talk less
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High.
Mysterion x F!reader
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➟ warnings: NSFW, aged up characters, mysterion as a villain!
➟ synopsis: "i need a partner, well, are you out tonight?"
➟ pairings: Mysterion x F!reader
ASF ━┅ ✦ "𝐰𝐡𝐲’𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡?“ ⬥݄ᨗ≻ "i'll have you to myself" ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥
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I was on a mission with Stan and Kyle.
I yawned, since I hadn't slept well yesterday and even less this morning, due to the mission.
"Y/N, is everything alright?" Asked the red haired man, approaching me.
"Yes, I just haven't been sleeping very well lately." I replied giving him a weak smile, which he welcomed as he smiled back.
"We're just going to take those little guys to the meeting point we've scheduled and everything will be fine so we can go home" said the hero, pointing to the two men being held by Stan.
Both of them had tried to rob the town's bank, but had been unsuccessful, since the three of us were on patrol in that area.
"Yes, my back is killing me" I said and looked up, feeling my sensitive side pick up on something.
I looked up at one of the mid-towers they had nearby, seeing Cartman sitting up there, sucking on a popsicle.
Loose.
"Look who's up there!" I pointed to the individual who noticed the attention on him and waved.
Kyle laughed and sent him the middle finger, making fun of the other hero. Cartman did the same, presumably cursing the man.
I rolled my eyes laughing at the two, soon having my attention drawn by the ringing of my cell phone.
"What the fuck..." I said sullenly, I didn't like answering the phone in the middle of a mission, even if it was all over.
Already imagining who it could be, I just answered the call.
"Hey baby" Kenny's voice caused a short circuit inside me, and without realizing it I had looked around to see if anyone had heard his voice besides me.
Which was impossible.
Stan led the way with Kyle after I waved my hands and pointed at my cell phone, demonstrating that I was busy.
"Kenny! Why are you calling me?" I asked, leaning against a store window, speaking as low as possible.
"Where are you? I came here to see you but I've been alone for almost 10 minutes" said the man, with a hoarse voice than usual, letting out a little laugh out of nowhere.
"Kenny, are you okay?" he looked confused, looking around once more.
"I'm waiting for you here, don't take long" he said, without even answering my question
"Okay, I'm already going home anyways" i said, pulling away from the wall and hanging up the call before he said anything else.
Serious? this time of morning?
I rolled my eyes, followed quickly to my two mission companions, who were much further ahead, almost turning a corner.
As soon as we handed over the bandits to the police, everyone went their separate ways.
Kyle scheduled us to go out this week, which I agreed, I loved hanging out with him, we always went to nice places and he was extremely pleasant company.
I entered my building and saw that the reception was empty due to the time.
I entered the elevator and was soon on the roof of the large venue. I took my key out of my pocket and I wondered how Kenny came in, if not through the front door.
I unlocked the door and pushed it open, walking into the house and feeling my shoulders relax.
It was so good to come home and hear that silence.
As soon as I turned and looked into the room I saw Kenny standing in the center of it, the man walked towards me, and I instinctively took a step back.
"What are you doing here?" I got straight to the point, I was too tired to talk.
"Arrested many villains today, H/N?" he asked with one of his hands in his pocket, while the other went to my face.
"No side conversation Kenny, what do you want?" I asked tipping my head on my side.
But i returned to the previous position, after the man's hand went down to the back of my neck and brought me close to her.
"Isn't it obvious?" Asked rubbing our lips, making me gasp.
The clear smell of drink and marijuana was remarkable, they were not so strong but they existed.
"Perhaps" I replied, glazed on the man's lips.
Kenny laughed and his hands moved for the second time, going directly to my neck. He squeezed the place, making me raise my head even more, and a weak sigh escaped from my mouth.
"I want to fuck you so much" said the blond-haired one kissing my shoulder gently, running his tongue through my jaw, stimulating a side of me that pulled out a moan from the bottom of my throat.
Our eyes met in a fraction of a second and in the other Kenny had already pulled me into his lap, attacking my neck without hesitation.
Moans and gasps escaped me without me even thinking, while his mouth did damage to my collarbone and neck.
The overcoat I wore due to the cold at dawn had already been thrown on the floor for a long time, so my heroin outfit was sampled.
"You look very hot in this uniform" he said between his kisses and hickeys, sitting on the couch with me on his lap, and I only realized that at that moment, since I was totally absorbed in his stimuli.
"Do you like it?" I asked laughing weakly, moving my hip over his apparent erection.
"Yes... a lot" he said and held me in his arms, leaving my body more glued to yours.
My hands went to the back of his neck and I repeated his act of touching our lips to each other, but this time Kenny took them for himself.
His kiss became more and more contagious and full of lust. My waist made front and back movements on top of him, and because of that brief and almost inaudible moans came out of his lips.
I pulled his lower lip, biting it between my teeth, then loosening it and licking my own, lubricating them.
Kenny smiled sideways throwing me on the couch and getting up, standing in front of me. One of his hands called me up, which I did without blinking.
In quick movements and without any fail, the man turned my back on me and made me kneel on the couch we were sitting on before. I opened my mouth in shock, feeling one of his hands beat against my ass, while the other held my hip.
I squeezed my eyes repressing a moan.
A sound similar to a laugh came out of Kenny's mouth, who had his hands on the zipper of my costume. The blonde pulled him to the end of my back and lifted my torso with one of his hands.
I laid my head on his shoulder, seeing his face next to mine, after leaning slightly.
His hands were still working, slowly removing those clothes from my body, I just helped him with the end but soon he was on all fours for himself again.
"K-kenny..." I dropped his name in a breath, because of the anxiety
His hands fingered my cunt that pulsed to feel him, scratching my thigh with his digits on purpose.
I bit the upholstery of the back of the sofa, repressing any sound that wanted to come out of my mouth.
Another moan escaped after I felt one of his fingers invade me. I bit my own lip, doing it stronger than expected after his second finger was inside me.
Kenny didn't move them, he just kept them there, as if he tortured me.
For God's worth! He can only be joking!
I thought frustrated, moving my hip against his fingers, but to my surprise this did not last even two seconds, since his tongue went through the entire length of my intimacy.
"Fuck!" This time I had not been able to hold my satisfaction.
Kenny did the same several times. I danced my pussy over his face, and soon I felt a suction under my clit, which used to begged for attention and was now having it.
"Relax." his voice came out muffled, his hot breath immediately beating against my vagina.
I rolled my eyes with pleasure after a shiver running through my body, soon laying my forehead on the upholstery, gasping and moaning low, while the erotic noises of him sucking me echoed through the room.
He does such a great job.
I thought about the rest of the neurons I had left, squeezing the couch between my fingers, causing so much pressure that the nail was lighter.
Kenny's fingers bowed inside me and every time I did them I couldn't control my moans, which became more and more strident.
I felt more and more wet over Kenny's mouth, and he had noticed it, because he stopped his work with his tongue and stood up again.
"You are a delight"
The noise of the belt opening caused a few more goosebumps all over my body, as well as a slight tremor in my stomach. One of Kenny's hands grabbed my hip, sticking to his with possession.
He rubbed his limb there as if he wanted me to beg for him.
I just rolled my eyes and heard the plastic noise, he had probably just covered his cock with a condom.
Clearly none of us was very excited about foreplay, the confirmation of this was his cock inside me, even before I felt him approaching, going in and out in a surreal movement.
Kenny pushed my torso down, leaving me even more inclined to himself.
"Fuck Y/N!" He said satisfied, while his moans filled the silence of the apartment.
"K-Kenny!" I moaned almost completely without a voice.
His hands held me tightly, and possibly his fingers were already well marked there on my hip. A slap was slapped on the left side of my ass, and it didn't take long for a loud moan to escape because of it.
Kenny's hoarse, sly and dragged moans took my last neurons away, causing my head to cloud and I just thought about feeling it even more inside me.
His two hands pulled my arms and soon I had nowhere to lean, thus causing my face to sink into the sofa seat.
Kenny held both my hands with only one of his, while the other followed the path of my pussy and began to stimulate my swollen clit.
I was close to reaching my apex, and by the way he went in and out of me thirsty... he was too.
The blonde kissed my back, pulling me back, gluing my back to his chest. His lips went up to my shoulder, biting him shamelessly.
I moaned loud and clear your name, after feeling your cock reach my spot, due to the position we were in.
A smile was on his face, I could feel it
"Oh, yes... scream as loud as you can, I love to hear my name come out of this dirty little mouth" he spoke so close to my ear that my legs that were already shaking lost the rest of the strength they had.
Kenny smirked and surrounded my waist with his arms, leaving me back in the position of before, investing more and more in me. He began to take his cock completely and penetrate again with intensity and firmness, after liking the way I reacted on his first attempt.
"Mother fuck-" I didn't complete my sentence since I felt your hand on my neck, forcing my face against the couch and hitting against my most sensitive point more and more.
"I want to hear my name come out of your mouth" he said and I felt his fingers close even more over my neck, but even so I didn't feel any pain.
"K-Kenny..." I said releasing all my frustration and desire in that name.
The man moaned with satisfaction.
He moaned your name.
He moaned for you.
A familiar feeling appeared in my womb and in less than a few minutes I had reached the apex, moaning without caring about the noise I would make or the attention I could draw.
Kenny just continued with his incessant coming and going, squeezing my breasts with his huge hands, grabbing their beak with his fingertips.
It didn't take long and the man fell on top of me, letting out such a pleasurable sound through his lips that I felt my face warm up.
My body was so tired and without strength that I didn't even care about his weight, leaving him there.
I felt like I was going to sleep soon.
"Baby..." Kenny's husky voice took over the silence of the room "You did excellent as always... have some rest" he said kissing one of his hickeys, coming out of me.
I couldn't say anything, since sleep took over me.
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HEY BITCHESS!!!!
i'm back again hehe😈
i worked rlly hard on this, hope y'all like it 💞
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so aside from 2x02, 2x05 is so far my favorite ep from season 2, simply for the fact that we get to see Hua Cheng fight. in previous posts, I've already analysed scenes from the novel in regards to Hua Cheng fighting while blind on one side and the logistics of his disability in general, so now I want to try it with the donghua as well. caveat and disclaimer that while I am disabled myself, I am not so in regards to my vision, so everything I know comes from research I've done rather than personal experience. if anyone reads my analysis and feels like it's wrong or offensive, please do let me know and I will correct it.
I mentioned in previous posts (like this one) that there are several instances where Hua Cheng seems to deliberatley turn his blind side towards people and that the reasons for this vary depending on context. in 2x05, Hua Cheng starts off facing Xie Lian and the others directly after he stood up from where he'd been pushed to the floor by Xie Lian:
while he's talking to them about "Ming Yi" though, he starts walking off to the side while having his blind side facing them completely. here, it comes off as a power move - a way to convey "I don't feel the need to keep you in my line of sight at all since I don't consider you serious threats worthy of my attention", without having to say any of that out loud at all:
while the action is the same, the reasoning behind it as well as the way it comes across seems very different to when he has his blind side facing Xie Lian while he's with him in Paradise Manor's main hall in the previous eps:
Xie Lian sat down first, and then Hua Cheng chose to sit with his blind side facing him. like I've argued in previous posts, Hua Cheng seems to do this when he wants to hide his expression and thereby his emotions from others. in this case, I assume it's for the same reason he withdrew from Xie Lian's touch in the ox cart - he's afraid of getting too excited and making Xie Lian uncomfortable with it. of course, he does turn his head and look at Xie Lian several times during their conversation here, but the point is that this positioning gives him the option of hiding when he feels it necessary - like when he offered the dice for Xie Lian to keep and got adorably shy about it. because while on the one hand this was a strategic move to make the whole rescue "Ming Yi" thing work, it was also a genuine gift he was offering to his god:
back to 2x05 now with a brief word from our sponsors, Hua Cheng's beautiful fingers carressing that sword hilt:
ahem. moving right along
Hua Cheng has drawn E'ming now and this is where I get less coherent because ooohh oh wow look at this. first of I love how casually threatening this comes off. most importantly though please look at the way he's holding E'ming and how it's mirroring and accentuating the angle he's standing at, the positioning of his arms, and the direction his gaze is pointed at. beautiful and deadly, no notes
then Xie Lian starts talking to him again about how he understands now that the fault lies with them but to please make an exception and show mercy, to which Hua Cheng replies in this regretful but resolute tone that there are some things one shouldn't get overly involved in. he's stopped pointing E'ming at them and switched it from his right to his left hand. but his stance has been made clear, underlined by the fact that he's now switched to facing them with his seeing side - he won't just let them leave. since Xie Lian is there, he seems wary about being the one to attack first though. this is speculation, but I assume He Xuan understands why Hua Cheng would rather be on the defensive than the offensive in this situation, hence why he twitches his hand here to remind Shi Qingxuan of his presence and his injured state and spur him into action:
now we've arrived at the parts that really got my heart racing. I'm sorry I'm just like Xie Lian in that regard - I love Hua Cheng and Iove swords and sword fighting. or in this case, fan fighting:
the way he effortlessly snatches that fan out of the air is so smooth and badass. also the way he's holding E'ming behind his back and the scimitar again mirroring the line of his body... *dreamy sigh*
his fighting here gives a nice glimpse into that "arrogant, rebellious confidence" that Xie Lian is going to feel so weak-kneed over in the future. it's also proof of Hua Cheng's skill - he had to make this look real and convincing while also making sure his attacks were of a nature that the others could defend against without too much trouble. while I assume that in the name of authenticity, it would have been okay if Shi Qingxuan and "Ming Yi" got hurt, the same does not go for Xie Lian - hence how broken up and angry at himself Hua Cheng is when that does happen in the end. I could also see him choosing that fan in particular because he knows Lang Qianqiu is on the way and knows his sword can neutralize that fan - and if he's facing off against Lang Qianqiu, that means Xie Lian will be out of the line of fire.
I've hit image limit on this post, so we'll continue in part 2!
#tgcf#tgcf donghua#hua cheng#this post took me like 5 hours to make T_T#just as i was done writing it and hit save draft my tablet lost internet connection#which has never happened before and only seems to happen if i try to safe a draft on my tablet#i rewrote all of it on my phone with 0 issues#begrudgingly i have to admit that this second version is much better worded and more concise and to the point
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have you considered for a fic: julian being held in somebodys arms
anon I could kiss you because Julian being carried in somebody's arms is something that lives in my head rent free always and in fact there's been a scenario in my head for a hot minute and this is the perfect excuse to force myself to write it
Jadzia picks her way through some bushes, eyes on her tricorder as she continues her environmental scans. So far the planet appears to be very similar to Earth, with a comparable atmosphere, and even similar biomes. This forest they've beamed down to is very Earth-like, except that there are some much bigger trees, and several of the plants appear to be bioluminescent.
"Fascinating..." She murmurs to herself, pausing to read through the data. This atmosphere would definitely support the lives of several different humanoid species, if the Federation decided to place a colony here. Considering this planet appears uninhabited except for animals and other such creatures, she wouldn't be-
Footsteps crack somewhere nearby. Jadzia looks up. She can hear the faint murmur of voices, too far away to make out properly, but it's definitely voices. Curious, she starts to move in the direction of the conversation, focusing to try and hear what's being said.
"-ridiculous."
"-arguing is-"
She only catches a few words, but it sounds heated. Now she's really curious. She keeps moving.
"-going to see!"
"Your point?"
That second voice- that's definitely Worf. She would recognize that aggravated tone anywhere. But that first voice-
"It's embarrassing!"
Wait.
"Seriously, Commander, put me down!"
Is that...?
Jadzia comes around the trunk of one of the more massive trees, and stumbles upon a sight she's going to remember for a long, long time.
Worf and Julian both snap to look at her at the exact same time. Worf's expression doesn't change except for his eyes widening a touch, but Julian, who is sitting pretty in Worf's arms like a princess, turns bright red faster than she can blink.
Jadzia stops. Stares. Processes.
And then she grins.
"Boys," She greets, her tone saturated with amusement, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."
"You're not," Julian says, very firmly, looking like he would rather be anywhere else than here, "Maybe you can talk some sense into him, Jadzia. Tell him I don't need to be carried like a bloody damsel in distress." He gives Worf a pointed look.
Worf ignores his look, and turns an exasperated one of his own to Jadzia. "Perhaps you could tell Doctor Bashir to stop being so stubborn, and accept help when it is offered." He suggests, which earns him an outraged look from Julian.
Jadzia bites her cheek to keep from laughing. "Hold it, gentlemen," She says, raising a hand to quiet them both, "You can't ask me to take sides when I don't have the full story. Julian," She looks at him, "What happened?"
Julian looks less than thrilled at the question. "Must I?" He asks in return.
Jadzia barely keeps her grin from growing because oh, that means this is going to be good. "You must." She smirks.
"Fine," Julian sighs, looking none-too-pleased about it, "I had a little... mishap, while I was exploring. Banged my knee up a bit. And Worf here decided the best course of action was to scoop me up-"
"Like a damsel in distress." Jadzia puts in, just to be cheeky.
Julian gives her a flat look. "...Like a damsel in distress," He mutters, "And carry me. Which, let me be clear, is entirely unnecessary, and I really wish he would put me down." He hisses the last bit at Worf, who just raises an unimpressed brow at him.
Jadzia nods, putting on her best act that this is all very serious. "I see," She looks to Worf, "Your side of the story, Commander?" She invites.
Worf continues giving Julian an annoyed look, before he turns his attention to Jadzia. "Gladly," He says, "I heard a commotion and followed it to the source, and found Doctor Bashir at the bottom of an incline. His leg is injured, so I thought it best to take the most efficient course of action, and carry him back to the runabout." He explains.
Jadzia cannot hide the amused smirk that forces itself to be known on her face as she looks back at Julian. "You fell down a hill." She doesn't need to ask- she knows.
Julian doesn't look at her. "I fell down a hill."
"And you could not walk," Worf interjects, glowering, "Hence why I am carrying you."
"I could've limped!" Julian exclaims, "A shoulder to lean on would've been fine! Would you please just put me down?" He asks.
"No," Worf replies, resolute, "I will not risk you aggravating your injury for the sake of pride."
"You're a bloody hypocrite." Julian accuses.
"I dunno, Julian," Jadzia re-enters the conversation, a sly grin on her face, "I think I'm with Worf on this one."
Julian gives her a look of complete and utter betrayal. "I thought we were friends." He says, like she's just stabbed him.
"Of course we're friends," Jadzia says, "That's exactly why I'm with Worf. You shouldn't be walking on that leg. Besides," She gives him a knowing look, "I know a thing or two about being in those arms, and who am I to deny you the experience?" She asks.
Julian looks like he wants to sink into the ground and never emerge. Worf gives her a warning look. "Jadzia..." He says, in that warning tone of his.
Unfortunately for him, all that tone ever does is egg her on. "What?" She asks, batting her lashes innocently, "I'm just saying. You two look awfully cozy." She teases.
"We are not!" Julian and Worf say in haunting unison, though Julian's is more of a squeak and Worf's is more of a growl.
Jadzia throws her hands up placatingly. "Hey, hey, like I said. I'm just saying. It doesn't have to mean anything if you don't want it to," She flashes them a mischievous grin, "But if it did, you know... I wouldn't be opposed to it." She winks playfully.
"Worf, I've decided I'm alright with being carried," Julian declares suddenly, now a truly impressive shade of red, "Please take me to the runabout and away from this." He implores him.
"For once, Doctor, we agree," Worf nods, "I, too, am done with this conversation." With that, he turns away from Jadzia and resumes walking.
Jadzia's grin is out in full force. "I like it when he carries me, too!" She calls after them.
"I don't like this!" Julian calls back.
Jadzia chuckles to herself. "Liar." She accuses, though not loud enough for either of them to hear her. She watches them disappear into the foliage, satisfied enough with her teasing that she doesn't pursue them. Left alone again, she resumes her scanning, the smile never leaving her face as she gets back to work.
She is never letting either of them live that down.
#fic bitching#star trek: ds9#jadzia dax#julian bashir#worf#hi welcome to my Julian/Jadzia/Worf agenda#which is about Jadzia trying to set Worf and Julian up#I was torn between a couple of ideas tbh but I decided to go with this one because the Worf and Julian dynamic is criminally under explored#other idea was Kira carrying Julian around purely to fuck with him#because their dynamic is also criminally under explored#but I went with this one because I did rewatch Trials and Tribble-ations recently so#Worf and Julian on the brain#and of course. Jadzia is fun to write#hope you enjoyed anon!! I quite enjoyed writing it#I feel like im FINALLY out of this writing block ive been in#thank god#I was starting to go crazy
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hello! id like to request a twst matchup if it's okay with you!
pronouns: she/he/they, don't really care
gender/sexuality: somewhere on the non binary spectrum, it's just there i guess lol. sexuality is just queer- i don't really confine to a label but i don't have a gender preference
appearance: average height but on the shorter side, like 5'4 last time i checked. im a little chubby and i have a lot of body marks like scars, marks and moles. my hair is mid-length and a little curly. i wear glasses and have several ear piercings too. i wear a lot of baggy clothing; i wouldn't say i have much of a style. i just wear what i feel fits the occasion and is comfortable for me.
personality: my personality type is infp. im a very reserved person who shies away from people and usually i refrain from initiating conversations and stuff unless im pretty close to someone. if i feel comfortable enough or have known someone long enough to feel at least some security, i become less quiet and i joke around. i tend to over share sometimes, and then regret it later. i kinda tend to run my mouth without thinking. i joke a lot, and i'm not a serious person unless someone is in danger or having a rough time. i use humor to cope with like everything, and i like making people laugh. i take pride in being someone who listens/a shoulder to lean on, but i don't like opening up emotionally like that, but if i feel connected to someone i'll try my best. romantically i'm pretty shy, too. i like when people are affectionate to me, but i feel reluctant to initiate anything myself. i'm always fidgeting or moving, as i don't like sitting completely still. if someone pisses me off i can get aggressive, but not physically. i hate being talked down to. i love sugar and sweet things, cute things and animals. i'm not a huge fan of exercise.
hobbies: i love to play instruments and sing; i play guitar and piano, and i wish i could play other instruments too. i also do visual art sometimes, but it's not anything spectacular. i also enjoy history and like learning about niche subjects.
characters i don't want to be matched with: epel, jack, vil, ortho (obviously lol), idia, lilia, jade
Apologies for the wait, I’ve been going through it lads
== Twisted Wonderland ==>
I match you up with…
Cater Diamond
Cater is super affectionate with you from the get-go. The instant he becomes your friend (or, the instant he declares himself your friend), he’s always hugging and touching you, reminding you to pay attention to him.
This increases tenfold when you get into a relationship with him. He’ll want everyone to know that you two are together, and so he’ll always be holding your hand and calling you pet names.
At the same time, he’s a very private person. If you want to keep the relationship or any facet of it secret for any reason, he’ll take said secrets to his grave.
Cater will 100% put on a concert and sing for you whenever you play an instrument. He’s suddenly a broadway star, belting his heart out even when it sounds bad, all for you.
He may not always be interested in the same things you are, but he’ll try to take interest in them.
One key thing about this relationship is that you both are on the same level with eachother. Cater is an introvert’s extrovert - he respects your boundaries and can even be insightful and intuitive when it comes to your needs.
He’ll always be aware of your needs and listening, even to the smallest details.
Introvert and extrovert power couple.
#oz’s requests#twst#twisted wonderland#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#twst matchup#matchups#cater diamond#cater diamond x reader
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Moscow Mule
din djarin x female!reader
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Word Count: 1,255
Summary: The fateful encounter and small banter.
Warnings: no y/n usage, a small mention of alcohol and weapons? idk
Notes: I haven't written anything in a while, so I hope this is good. I got pretty excited while writing this and I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for reading :)
"If you want, I'll go looking for you."
These are words that are muttered when you know you really want someone. To him, they've only known each other for a few days, but to her... they've known each other forever. In reality, they've always known each other.. they just never interacted until that one fateful day.
It was a sunny day. You were walking around a city you had only been in for less than a few minutes. On the way to Nevarro, you were filled to the brim with impatience and annoyance. Now, you were admiring the beauty of the city. A few traveling stands with merchants behind them almost distracted you, but before you could give in to your distractions - you were reminded of why you had traveled so far.
"Ah, I see you made it," calls out a gruff voice. There's a man leaning on the side of a cream-colored wall. The sun shines on his dark skin - illuminating the mustache that lies on his upper lip. He makes eye contact with you - waiting for a response.
With a sigh, you say, "Hello, Greef Karga."
"Well hello to you too." He waits for you to move closer before he continues, "Thank you for meeting with me. I know it's not easy to travel here from your home planet." You nod your head and allow him to continue the conversation, but instead, he observes your face.
"You seem exhausted. How about we get a drink? Sit down a little - talk through our matters and then you can be on your merry way back to Kipler." He smiles and while you try to object he's already leading you into the building that holds the infamous bounty guild.
It's only after he orders your drinks and demands that you sit at a table with him, that he begins the conversation you traveled so far to have with him.
"Look, I know you're upset with the fact that you have a bounty on your head, but there's really nothing I can do." It took a lot of strength for you to not slap him in the face after hearing that, but before you could even lay a hand on him, he continues, "I've looked into it. Your bounty for some odd reason has been reopened to the public." He sips on the beer that he ordered before he speaks again, "I can't say for sure whether someone has decided to pursue your bounty, but what I can say is that I'm working on getting it taken down." You stare as he takes another sip from his drink and he tries his best to not look away from your form.
"I don't believe you."
Once again, he takes sips from his beer to try and avoid having to speak. Once he realizes that you are full-on glaring at him, he sets his drink down on the table. His face takes on a serious look.
"I am being one hundred percent honest with you. I took it literally when you said you were leaving the guild. I mean.. I had no choice. You practically left me a goodbye note and fell off the face of the planet. Now, I don't know why you made that decision, but I do know that this situation you're in is annoying." He sighs, "I'm sure the reason you went back to your home planet was to relax and get away from this lifestyle. That however is the problem.. once you're in this line of work - it never leaves you. Trust me, it's hectic to run a guild, but I am trying my best to work on getting this bounty off your head. In the meantime, I'd like for you to stay here on Nevarro. A few hunters and I can keep our eyes on you while this bounty is still public."
"I can protect myself."
He chuckles, "I know you can. Hell, you are one of the best bounty hunters that I know. It was an honor for you to be a part of this guild, but I need to make sure that you don't get caught." Before you can protest, he says, "Let me do this one favor for you."
As you were about to respond to him, you hear the door to the guild open. In a matter of seconds, the conversations that were present during your own conversation with Greef Karga died down. The feeling in the air had become intense. It is only when you see a figure stop right at your table that you realize why the energy of the room had changed.
That's when you were face to face with him.
The Mandalorian.
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It's the sound of clinking armor that brings you back into the present moment. The sound stops and that's when you see him fumbling with the controls of his ship. He was currently in the middle of doing maintenance work on his beloved ship - the Razor Crest. Even though he wasn't a full-on professional and he didn't know every little thing about starship maintenance - he did his best to keep his ship in good shape.
You were currently writing in your journal. Sitting in one of the chairs in the control room. It had only been two days since you started hanging with the armor-clad man, but you already felt comfortable with his presence. Silence fills the room - with the occasional clicking from the controls - and you loved it. Peace and quiet. It felt like a warm blanket that just came out of the dryer. Silence.
"Why does your face look like that."
"....Excuse me?"
You see your reflection on the visor of his helmet. Your nose is scrunched and you have a small frown on your face as a reaction to his previous comment.
"You seem bored," he says as he turns back around to the controls on the control panel.
You scoff, "I don't want to hear that from you, Tin Can."
He responds quickly, "I have a name."
You continue, "Well, Lame-o, that's a funny thing for you to say. You're only doing maintenance because you haven't gotten a job yet."
You hear a small whisp from the voice modulator on his helmet, but you don't care. You continue speaking your thoughts, "You haven't stopped moving around since we left the bounty guild. You're restless and yet you're talking about how I look bored? How dare you ruin the moment of silence that I was enjoying."
He doesn't look back at you, but he does open his mouth, "If you have a problem with me working on my ship, then you can get off it."
You huff, "Maybe I will then."
"Fine by me," he sasses back.
"Well..," you pause, "..fine."
You stand up from the chair and make your way down the ladder. You placed your journal back into your bag and sorted through your case of weapons. Although you're a bounty hunter who's a new pestering guest on the Mandalorian's ship, you didn't feel the need to keep your weapons on you. A dumb decision, but regardless you were comfortable with the man suited in armor. You grabbed your black woven satchel and checked that you had your weapons concealed throughout your outfit. You placed a black headscarf on your head to help cover your face from the bright sun that beamed onto the planet. Once your shoes hit the ashy ground, you hear his voice again.
"Come back before the sun sets or I'm locking you out."
#the mandalorian#the mandalorian x reader#the mandalorian x you#din djarin#din djarin fic#din djarin x reader#din djarin x you#mando#greef karga#star wars#pedro pascal
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I do not think you’re a bad person, I do think you need to realize you’re part of the problem. People leave for a reason, and yes you do deserve better communication, you also aren’t innocent
I never said that I was.
Listen, I absolutely know that various struggles of mine are part of the equation. I’ve known since almost say 1 of being on this site that I was a total spitfire and needed to start finding a way to get a handle on myself and learn how to shut the fuck up/manage my tone and emotions.
And trust me, the first person I blamed was myself. Even if I still felt what the others did was shitty, I still went “ok if I’m the common denominator, it must be me”. And I’m not saying it’s not. However… I did endless internal searching and battling, I practically tore myself apart trying to figure out what about me was wrong. And of course I could point out my issues I was already aware of, and these were things I was actively working on… but I couldn’t figure out the exact behavior patterns that were the issue, much less how to spot them or curb them.
Because most people, myself especially, can’t solve their own problems all on their own. Self awareness is hard, and once you’ve achieved it, trying to figure out how to change things is even more of a mountain to climb. With the things I have problems with, I’m effectively blind to myself most of the time, and while I’m trying to become more aware of myself I still need people to help me identify my problems.
This is something I have been saying up-front for a very long while now, this is a disclaimer most people get when they start getting chatty with me. “Hey, I struggle a lot with regulation and tone, if I screw up let me know”. That’s been part of most first conversations I’ve had with to-be friends.
I’m trying to trudge through things and improve myself by myself as much as I can, but learning is a very slow and painful process and I won’t get there alone. I need someone who actually cares to be willing to talk to me. Because the people who I do talk to acknowledge and see my flaws, but none of them really have the ability to grasp what others’ problem with me is. Of course I’ve come to them with “hey, this is a problem I have, a thing I keep doing, a mistake I keep making, do you have any advice?” and while I’ve gotten some good answers, nothing life changing has come of it.
I need someone who is willing to tell me what’s wrong with me in an actual proper conversation format, I need and want to have these difficult conversations, I want honesty from someone who wants to see me grow. Because the things I get told via anon can’t actually help me. A lot of the time I don’t know what the specific criticisms mean or are referring to, so I need to be able to have a dialogue and ask questions and I shouldn’t have to do that via the damn ask box.
And I know a lot of people have said “well if you’re snappy in public or casual conversation, you’re probably gonna be worse in serious ones”, but at least in my case that’s just not true.
I struggle more in casual conversations due to it being just that: casual. I’m watching myself less and it’s harder to catch things if I’m trying to be a bit loose.
However, if someone asks me to have a serious conversation? I am sitting down, I am gathering myself, I am watching myself, I put every single break on to try and ensure that conversation is productive and that person is heard.
And yes, I know I can’t expect someone to just come along and start trying to help me fix myself, but I also know that nothing else I have at the moment is doing much. I wish I wasn’t so helpless, I would have fixed myself a long time ago.
Thing is, so far my journey of growing on this site had been going great.. because the first time I had a bad moment on this site, someone didn’t say “what’s wrong with you?”, they asked if I was ok. And I was able to have important and difficult conversations with people, I’ve been able to grow, the people I cared about were also the people who were willing to call me out and tell me what was up without damning me or treating me like garbage.
But for some reason, that’s really not the case anymore. And since this whole thing started, I can feel myself getting worse. The pure mental strain has been making it harder and harder to manage myself, which has just led to more and more problems.
And let me be frank… a lot of the shit that’s gone down can’t solely be blamed as a byproduct of my own behavior. There is no excuse for a lot of this shit.
If someone is genuinely asking you if you’re uncomfortable, if there’s anything they can do to make you more comfortable, if they’ve upset you, if you’re ok, etc, and you chose to lie to that person, then that is on you. No matter how you slice it, that’s your fault. The blame falls squarely on your shoulders for actively choosing to keep that person in the dark. You cannot then get mad at that person for not changing if they didn’t know that anything needed to change and had even been told that everything was good.
And there are many times where I actively chose to handle something in a more mature and nuanced manner due to the fact that my head was clear enough for me to consider that choice, and have been totally flamed for it. When every single adult or more mature person in my life that I told about that situation told me that what I did was the right thing to do. And then I’m called a hypocrite for displaying growth. Total fucking bullshit.
And look, I very much understand that basically everyone involved in this whole mess (myself included) are a bunch of disoriented depressed mentally ill teenagers, and people aren’t always going to handle things well or in a way that makes sense and that’s ok. But that courtesy is never extended to me in these conversations. And even then, like I said, there’s a massive difference between coping with things differently and actively neglecting things.
And most importantly… all these punishments just don’t fit my crimes. What I’ve done doesn’t warrant this level of mental and emotional torture, it really fucking doesn’t.
I know people always look at others bringing up their mental health or emotional pain as some sort of excuse, but I am dead serious when I say that given the amount of physical and mental pain this has caused me, the amount of strain, the amount of pure desolation it’s left me with, a lot of people wouldn’t survive something like this. It’s a pain I wouldn’t wish on anyone, but I genuinely wish I could convey just how terrifying and horrible everything has felt.
This whole mess has left me with scars that may never heal. But to the people who wronged me? This was nothing more than an inconvenience.
The reason that that whole “people are tired of you” anon tipped me off was because… this time I genuinely can’t figure out what I’ve done wrong. Any other day that would have either been something I ignored or would have made me despise myself even more. But this time? I can’t figure out what I did… at the moment it seems like all I did was tell someone that I cared about them too often. And I’m certain that’s not the actual reason, just saying that sounds incredibly stupid and woe is me, but it’s all I can glean right now.
I’m not angry at you anon, and I appreciate it, you seem great and like you would have good advice, but I need you to understand that while I am not innocent, that doesn’t change that what’s happened to me is uniquely wrong, at least from how everything has looked and felt from my end. If this was normal friend break-ups, I wouldn’t resent them so much. I just… I understand where you’re coming from, and change on my end is also very important, but… there’s no such thing as a perfect victim, and I can’t fix myself on my own or in a short period of time.
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One of Us is a Killer (part 3)
First part: https://www.tumblr.com/residents-of-the-darkforest/738940160410058752/one-of-us-is-a-killer?source=share
Previous: https://www.tumblr.com/residents-of-the-darkforest/739047962939949056/one-of-us-is-a-killer-part-2?source=share
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Going solely on what kin say in Lifegen every six moons, we build a story, and, more importantly, a resident
Please feel free to comment your interpretations of what is happening or your thoughts on the characters!
Who are your suspects so far?
Main character: Burnetshriek -- Lonesome
Mother: Wetfish (deceased) -- Wise
Mom: Beaverspeckle -- Adventurous
Sister: Midgefreckle -- Calm
Brother: Yewstripe -- Strict
Brother: Privetdusk (deceased) -- Ambitious
Mate: Heathertree -- Loving
Daughter: Battumble -- Noisy -> Sneaky
Son: Yarrowpaw (deceased) -- Attention-seeker
Son: Rubblenettle -- Troublesome
Son: Jaggeddusk -- Honest -> Righteous
Son: Coniferkit -- Impulsive -> Fierce
Conifer is 15 moons younger than his older littermates.
Side note: [....] in speech indicates that Burnetshriek has said something.
Bonus side note: orange highlights previously indicated that something was not directed at Burnetshriek or didn't have to do with her. Now, it's for text that is a repeated conversation.
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MOON 78:
Mom: "Did you see Battumble earlier today, Burnetshriek? Oh, StarClan, it was the funniest thing ever! They mistook a twig for a fox and flew, like, five fox-lengths into the air! Hahahaha!"
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Midgefreckle: "Hey, Burnetshriek, are you....are you busy? [...] Listen I...I just need someone to talk to, and you're the only one I can talk to. I'm...Listen. What do you think happens when we leave the living, and we join StarClan? I wonder what that's like. [...] I'm less worried about the pain, and more...Will I be missed by the Clan after I leave? I'm not the most talkative cat in the world, and that makes me worry that I've never made an impact to anyone. [...] Huh? A mouse-brain? [...] You're telling me that I worry too much?.... Yeah, I suppose that's true. It's what I'm good at, I suppose, Getting caught in myself. [...] You'd miss me? Oh, Burnetshriek...thank you. You have no idea how much that means to me. It sometimes feels like you're the only cat who looks for me in a den. [...] ....Yeah, I'll be okay. I'm just in a little funk at the moment. Do you want to go hunting? I think that'd be better than me sitting here feeling sorry for myself."
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Yewstripe: "Get up, Burnetshriek! We gotta go on a special patrol to check the WindClan border! [...] Of course I'm serious, mouse-brain! Are you really gonna make me break it down for you? [...] Birdstar gave me this assignment, and told me to pick the cat in the Clan I trust the most to accompany me on it. Lo and behold, that's you! Now c'mon, lazybones! We've got a long walk ahead of us!"
Permanent Condition: weak leg
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Heathertree: "There are days when I wonder about the purpose of love...But then, I look at you, and I'm reminded."
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Battumble: "Hey, Burnetshriek, my buddy, my pal...Get this, Coniferpaw just asked me to go get more moss for the medicine den. There's this real nice place I like to go out near the edge of the territory, near this beautiful babbling brook...I was just about to leave, but then I figured 'Hey, you know who deserves a little break today? Burnetshriek. She just works so hard.' So, how 'bout it, ma? It's right on the ThunderClan border, these huge swaths of moss, you can't miss it. [...] You'll go? Perfect! Have fun on your walk, and try to enjoy yourself! You deserve it!" [Did Bat just trick Burnet into doing her chores for her?].
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Rubblenettle: "I love you, Burnetshriek. And...I'm sorry if I don't say it enough, either. Without you, I don't know what I'd do."
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Jaggeddusk: [A conversation makes Burnet realize, with a jolt, that Jagged is now old enough to face the enemy Clan in battle. She imagines her little kit torn to shreds at the claws of enemy warriors...Or worse, her baby's maw dripping with blood, forced to take another cat's life in the name of the Clan. She draws closer to Jagged and wrap a protective tail around him, much to his confusion. Burnet silently vows not to have anything bad happen to him, not ever].
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Coniferpaw: "There's too much to do right now. Let's talk later."
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MOON 84:
Mom: "Hey sweetie...You're looking a little small, there. Have you been eating enough? Doing the excercises I gave you? [...] You know, you might think that the shoulders are the most important muscle, but it's all in the hindquarters. You're gonna wanna do at least five sets of leg lifts every day then..." [Beaverspeckle begins to describe her workout routine in detail....."And that's all there is to it! It might seem excessive, but I swear, it all pays off in the end."
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Midgefreckle: "Oh, Burnetshriek, are you busy? [...] I...was going on a hunting patrol, and I was wondering if you wanted to come with me? [...] Huh? No, I don't mean 'pretend to go hunt so I can go birdwatching'....well. Not for the whole hunt. [...] Hehe, okay then, we'll go actual hunting then, I'll only do a bit of birdwatching."
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Yewstripe: [Burnet asks Yew if the rumours about them and Mouseshadow are true]. "What? Me and Mouseshadow? C'mon, don't be ridiculous! Why would I ever like Mouseshadow? Sure, I guess they're kind of pretty, and--and smart, and they make me laugh like no one else can...Not to mention talented...and hardworking....and their smile, great StarClan, there's nothing else like it....But--But it's not like I like them, or anything!"
Permanent Condition: weak leg
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Heathertree: "Sorry, Burnetshriek! No time to talk right now, I just got a task from Mouseshadow. I'll be sure to catch up with you some other time, though!"
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Battumble: "Hey, Burnetshriek, what was that one story you used to tell us in the nursery? The one about the kit who went missing about not eating all their fresh-kill?" [Burnet retells the story]. "Ah, yes, that's the one! StarClan, it was driving me crazy, not remembering...Kind of a messed up story, no?" [Burnet concedes that maybe it was a little morbid]. "But, hey, I guess I've always cleaned my bones since then."
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Rubblenettle: "Burnetshriek! Burnetshriek! Ever try balancing a pinecone on your nose? [...] Watch the master at work. [Rubble balances a pinecone]. Now you try!"
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Jaggeddusk: "Good morning, Burnetshriek, how are you today? Did you hear that rain on the den roof last night? [...] It was really loud, it sounded like hundreds of tiny paws slamming on the roof up there. I wonder if StarClan came to visit us, in the form of the rain?"
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Coniferpaw: "Hey. Bet I could beat ya in a fight! [...] Sure, I have no formal training, but once I let my inner dark warriors out..." [Conifer does an exaggerated growl, and he and Burnet both explode in laughter]. "y-you're lucky I'm a lover, not a fighter! *wheeze*!"
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Yarrowkit (daughter, 0 moons): Grr
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Tallkit (son, 0 moons): MROOW!
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Distance just isn’t our thing…Bucky POV
Bucky x reader
Loosing someone wasn’t what you asked for, but starting over is just as hard.
(I don’t know why but this gave me mad Bucky vibes catch and release recommended! A couple lines from the movie used lol if you have seen the movie you’ll know ❤️)
Mentions: Loss, angst, fluff think that’s it :-)
“It’s nothing…a little less than nothing,” you told Steve as you sat in the kitchen looking through photos. He knew your finance well, they were best friends and Steve became one to you especially now.
“You really expect me to believe that, I’m a big boy y/n, you could’ve told me about you and buck…” he opens a beer for you and him.
You were trying to hide it, how you feel. You felt guilty not embarrassed. You lost the love of your life you thought was everything. Secrets revealed themselves slowly though after and you couldn’t handle every fucking thing tossed at you. Love was complicated for you and now the thought of starting over was exhausting. Even Steve had grown more fond of you and you had to assure him you loved him but not in the way he thought. It hurt to say it though you wanted everyone to be happy and move on. Admitting that to yourself was hard.
Bucky was coming back from the store he overheard the conversation and a pain was brewing inside of him. He let his guard down finally. Love was not in his life for a long time and he had his fair share let downs. Now hearing you say it didn’t mean nothing were you serious…he couldn’t convince himself that what you both had whatever it was wasn’t real. How you fit perfectly in his arms. Your warmth how you provide this calm, safe energy he needed it.
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A few days passed and you hadn’t seen Bucky at all nothing. You asked Steve he said he didn’t know. His bag was gone, motorcycle, what was he playing at. It made you uneasy you were caught up in other mess. You tried calling only voicemail, texting was useless. He was ignoring you unless it was something else…you had to convince yourself that he just didn’t want to talk give him his space.
Before you knew it days turned into close to two weeks. Steve said he was able to reach him but he didn’t want to be bothered and you found that otter bullshit. And not how you two were close, stolen touches and kisses. You packed a bag and got the address out of Sam. Sam knew he needed you and that it was just complicated between you two.
You ended up at a cabin out of town, it was nice. Cozy, comfortable fits him somewhere where he could be alone and think. You walked up to the door and hesitated but knocked on the door. Hands your pockets just waiting before you heard a meow and the door open.
“Y/n…” he looked stunned like he seen a ghost.
“Hey…” you just stared back you thought you had it all together but seeing him just you needed to gather yourself. You flinched looking down and then there was a furry friend rubbing against your ankle. “You got a cat,” was all you could say kneeling down petting the needy little one.
“Alpine…” he half smiles letting you in. Eventually you two sit down with coffee.
“Sam told me you were here…wanna tell me why you’re here and not at the house with us?” You fiddle with your fingers kinda avoiding his eyes.
“It’s nothing…a little less than nothing,” he swallows staring at you. You finally meet his eyes.
“Bucky I never meant that…” you feel gut feeling in your stomach.
He shakes his head getting up “it’s whatever I get it, I just…got the wrong idea”
You could understand why he felt this way but you weren’t gonna take the whole blame. “So that excuses you to not talk to me and ignore me for two fucking weeks,”
He clenched his jaw some “I let my guard down with you y/n, let myself be vulnerable and you totally down played it like you were embarrassed to be seen with me. Always running out of the kitchen or in the room when Sam or Steve showed up, the hell.”
You felt on edge but still bad at all at once. “I…I felt guilty. I have to start over with all of this. Whatever is between us. I feel like I’m hurting everyone and yet no one around me knows how I feel. Yes we all lost, but I lost a lifetime with someone who I thought wanted me…so forgive me for not being perfect,” you tear up getting up hands on your waist.
Bucky sighs “I know your hurting…I wish I could take it away I would do anything to make you happy, and if that meant I couldn’t have you to get it…but the thing is I don’t want it to be nothing…I want to love you,” he breathes out like the air has been knocked out of him.
You turn to him out of breath yourself meeting those iris blue eyes. “Buck…I. I’m scared to fall in love again. I only said it was nothing because I was scared to admit that all these moments with you…make me happy again,” your voice cracks leaning against the counter the tears running down your face.
Buck takes long strides across the kitchen grabbing your face no time to register crashing his lips into yours. You try to push him back why cause you know you know you can’t fight what you feel but he catches your wrist spinning you to the wall pinning you down the kiss is aggressive. Needy, sloppy, tongues entangled but you both don’t care in the moment. His chest against yours closing the gap between you two. You can’t help but let your hands relax and your fingers find their way between his.
He pulls on your lip and you both the stare at each other to catch your breath. He eases off your hands finding his hands to your hips wrapping his arms around them. You run a hand through his hair and smile a little can’t help it.
A little meow breaks through the slience and it makes you giggle a little. Alpine finds her way in the kitchen.
“That’s her you better feed me,” he chuckles resting his head against yours. “And then after I feed her you feed me…” he smirks causing you to moan a little biting your lip. Yeah distance only made you guys crave each other more.
#bucky barnes#marvel#bucky fic#sebastian stan#beefy bucky#reader pov#bucky barnes angst#catch and release
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NFR AU Chapter 1: Prelude
(Disclaimer: NFR!Jack is not doing well. He also has a history of murder and identity theft.)
I am sitting in a somewhat rough chair, across from me is some strangely dressed man with a phone for a head.
Even though he has no eyes I can’t help the feeling he’s staring at me.
This is not my first job interview.
I have worked at 12 other locations before… right? 12? Where did I get that number, I’m sure it’s not 12… how many was it?
The phone stares at me, his gaze is ripping me apart.
I imagine myself post mortem being examined by a group of chimpanzees in lab coats. They are not doing a good job.
I itch at my skin. The orange paint is rather itchy, furthering the discomfort of the skin itself.
I start picking at my skin, trying to pull it off.
The phone interrupts me and tells me to focus.
I forgot he was there.
“What was the question?” I ask.
“Do you have any criminal record?”
“I started both world wars.”
“Ah so nothing serious.”
“No not really.” I admit, I need to up my game, I’m disappointed with my abysmal record.
“Do you have any ID?” He says suspiciously. Or at least I think he does.
I pull out a plastic bag and root around, picking out a card and placing it on his desk.
The card has blood stains on it, a small cut out picture of me glued on and slightly peeling.
The phone man picks it up… he doesn’t seem to buy it, but he also doesn’t seem to care. “Mason Foster?” He asks.
I nod vigorously.
“What’s the blood from?”
“Oh well you know how it is.” I smile, way too wide. I have a bad habit of that, it led to my cheeks getting ripped.
“Yeah sure…” if he had a face I’d say that he looks suspicious of me. “I want this conversation done so you’re hired.”
“Wait a moment phoney, what am I being paid.”
“Tokens.”
“I want cash!”
“And I want to see my family again, we don’t always get what we want.”
“Well if I’m not given cash you’ll never see anything again so you see our conundrum?”
“I’ll see what I can do.” He hisses. “Now sign the contract.”
I glare at him for a moment before signing.
Almost as soon as I do my vision blurs and I fall onto the table.
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I wake up in a wide open expanse of nothing, a road in the middle of the desert. The road ahead twists and curves unnaturally and water is seeping out from the ground and rising into the sky like raindrops.
“That asshole better not have put me here or he’s fucking dead.” I snarl.
I barely dodge out of the way as a large deer hoof smashes the ground I was on. I look at the creature. It’s a towering 9-legged amorphous beast of smoke, looking down at me with glowing eyes.
“HEY ASSHOLE!”
Its neck extends so it brings its featureless face down to me, I stare into the eyes.
“I WAS STANDING THERE JACKASS YOU CANT JUST DO WHAT YOU WANT, WATCH WHERE YOU’RE FUCKING GOING!!!!!!!!”
“Esimed elbativeni sdrawot gnihcram lla era ew.”
“Save your fucking excuses you almost killed me!!!!!!!!!!!”
“Yawa gnitsaw flesruoy leef uoy od?“
“Yeah I’m calling my goddamn lawyer. You can’t-“ I am kicked away by the creature. That asshole.
I land inside a tower, inside is an elderly version of myself rocking on a rocking chair violently while knitting.
I pick him up and throw him out the window.
An eye appears where the window once was.
“DO YOUR JOB. FUFIL YOUR SINGULAR PURPOSE SO YOU MAY CEASE TO BE. THE BEAR MADE A MISTAKE DECIDING TO CREATE YOU. I HOPE YOU CAN AT LEAST TRY TO BE LESS DISAPPOINTING.”
I hate it when these things talk to me. I punch the eye and my vision fades again.
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“EMPLOYEE! EMPLOYEE WAKE UP!” The phone yells. I get up off the table.
“The fuck did you do to me?” I ask.
“I didn’t do anything I just… you just FELL ASLEEP ON MY HECKING DESK!!!”
“Fine, whatever, lie to me and see how that works for you.”
“Just get to work!”
(Note: NFR!Jack is feral.)
#dsaf#dsaf old sport#dsaf jack#dayshift at freddy's#dsaf steven#dsaf phone guy#Nothing Feels Real DSAF AU
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David's visit to Clara 👀
1105 words to read here or on AO3
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It had been a long time since the two of them had had so much fun. They had both eaten, played chess, and laughed a lot.
Now soft music played in the background, accompanying their deep conversations.
"You should show Ric the tattoos. He might be shocked for a second, but he's much too stubborn and much too much in love to let that stop him. He won't let you down, just like I never would. Get your courage up and just do it."
The more serious conversation made David leave his comfortable position on the sofa cushion and sit up. "Maybe you're right. It's not like playing hide-and-seek is going to work for much longer. At some point, the nosy little prick will certainly bump into the light switch, completely by accident, of course. But even if it's inevitable, it's so hard to put it all on the line and take the plunge."
"You know I'm here for you if anything goes wrong, right? I'll always be there for you, David."
"I know you will. Thank you, dear. But first we have to take care of the Hollow Ground invitation. That thing makes my stomach hurt, I'll be glad when that's behind me. After that, I'll deal with Ric." Lost in thought, David leaned back against the large pillow.
"I guess that's the sensible thing to do. I guess one of us has to go. They already know my face anyway, we risk a lot less if I go.
I could scan what it's about and then promise a meeting with you. That might be a little flat, but we're not in business long, we can play dumb and pretend we don't know how this works." The confidence that her plan would work made Clara's eyes light up, she sipped her drink before leaning back comfortably.
"They want Camouflage personally, not a henchman. What if they get angry when I send you? It's much too dangerous for you, you'd be completely defenseless. I can defend myself better even without the armor. Forget it, Clara, I'll go myself."
"Don't always underestimate me, I can take care of myself and I know Aikido. Besides, I have a much more inviting smile and a more impressive cleavage than you." Clara took a quick look at her charming smile and enticing cleavage in the mirror on the wall before moving back to the sofa.
"You think you can flirt your way out of an emergency?" David laughs in amusement before taking on a much more serious tone. "Seriously, Clara. I have to go myself. That's what they want. There's no way I'm going to risk your life." David's hand began to shake slightly as he picked up his whiskey glass and took a sip.
Clara waited patiently until he relaxed a bit before continuing. Her expression became more serious, and her usually cheerful tone was tinged with an incongruous sadness. "If we're going to talk about this seriously, then you should know why I have to go. You are too important, David, far too important for both of us. More than me, you know that. David, please! Let me go to the meeting."
"Stop it!" The words shot out of his mouth as sharp as a military order. But the harshness of his words was not reflected in his face, whose cheeks glistened with unstoppable tears.
He went to the mirror, hating the weakness he saw there, and without looking at Clara, he continued to speak. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you. Please don't say that I'm more important than you. What would I be without you? I can't put you in danger."
He emptied the whiskey glass in his trembling hand with a single pull. "And don't give me that 'Ric would be there for you' crap. I can't count on that. The opposite is more likely, and then what? Then I will have no one at all."
David sat down in the armchair, needing a little more distance than the sofa could provide. They were both silent for a while. David refilled his glass and took another sip of the peaty liquid. With a deep sigh he leaned back before Clara spoke again.
Clara was upset and worried, nothing kept her on the sofa, so she moved around the living room again. As she passed by, she stroked through David's curls before ending up in front of the mirror again, thinking about how she could change his mind. "Even if it makes you angry, you know exactly that what I'm saying is true. You have other options than me, I'm …. expendable."
Her voice grew louder and sharper as she worked herself into a frenzy. "Come on, David, you have to realize that! Hell, I'm not even a real human!" She turned toward him in one swift motion, and a spasmodic movement sent her arm crashing into the mirror.
Shards slipped through the flesh of her arm and she stared spellbound at the fine lines that didn't hurt and seemed to refuse to bleed. Unable to take her eyes off them, she watched as small dark drops fought their way to the surface until the last of the skin's tension gave way and streams of red ran down her entire arm. She didn't feel nauseous, but unconsciousness quickly caused her to slump to the floor.
David jumped out of his chair and rushed to his friend's side. "Damn it Clara, what the hell are you doing?" He carefully laid her on her back in a relaxed position before quickly grabbing the first aid kit and starting to treat the injured arm.
"At least we can stop arguing now. You're not going anywhere tomorrow with an injury like that." With practiced fingers, David cleaned the wounds, applied stapled patches to the smaller ones, and stitched up the deepest one.
As David disappeared into the bathroom, Clara regained consciousness. Now she realized the pain in her arm and the slight dizziness she felt when she stood up. She lay down on the sofa and put her arm in a gentle position. "Thanks for patching me up." She called into the bathroom. "Promise me you'll be careful tomorrow. I'm nothing without you."
It took a moment to wash the blood from David's hands before he reopened the bathroom door. When he entered the living room, Clara was already asleep on the sofa. He carefully sat down beside her and caressed her cheek. "You are everything and so much more human than I could ever be. See you soon Clara, sleep well my dear friend."
#fhr#sidestep#david kingsley#puppet clara#yes their friendship is a bit complicated.#I also think he needs help#it's not better if I talk to him; is it?#I will do it anyway#fhr puppet#fallen hero#fhr sidestep
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Hi, congrats on 1.5k!! If it’s not too much trouble, can I request a Grishaverse (Your choice of SoC or SaB) romance for option 2? My pronouns are he/they/she, and any gender/character is okay! As for info about myself, i constantly dye my hair, I like to read romance and fantasy books, I’m about 5’5, I definitely spend too much time daydreaming about random things, I’m really into musical theatre, I’m not very organized, and I’m pretty much living proof of honors burnout lol. Thanks so much and Congrats again!!
hi!
thanks for participating :)
i ship you with jesper!
jesper knows all about that honors burnout. he made it through like a semester of university and decided it wasn’t for him, and ran off to the barrel. he’s an incredibly talented and smart person, he just doesn’t having the patience for academics. still, the transition from that kind of life into the life of the barrel must have been a hard adjustment. what motivated him then is a lot different than what motivates him now, and he certainly has different interests. when you’d go through that transition, he’d be there too. he’d understand and support whatever path you decided to take. it wouldn’t matter where you ended up, he’d be proud of you either way.
jesper is definitely a chaotic person. he thrives on spontaneity and adventure. he’s never organized, and he’s fine with it. i do think he would enjoy the arts. i think he’s definitely a lot more artsy and performance talented than academically talented, so he’d be happy to indulge your musical theater hobby. i don’t think he’s much of a reader, but i do think fantasy would really fascinate him. and he’d take any excuse to talk to you really, so hearing about your books you were reading would be one of his favorite conversations starters. after a long day, he’d want to sit with you while you read to him to unwind.
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on a mission, jesper would drive the group absolutely nuts with his humming and singing. kaz would be ready to take him out by the third time around he was singing the same song while you were waiting around for inej to scout out the area.
“jesper…quiet.”
his tone was deadly serious, but you couldn’t help but chuckle anyway. you’d quickly straighten up as kaz looked over at you, his face sour.
“you had to take him to the theater last week?”
you’d give him a sheepish smile, shrugging. “i wanted to see the play. i didn’t know he’d be able to recite the whole thing back to front by the end of it.”
“it’s called taste, darling,” jesper would interrupt, grinning as he threw an arm around your shoulder and rested against you. “it’s art. pure talent—a jesper talent. you’re just jealous, boss.”
kaz would give you both a less than impressed looked before griping underneath his breath, walking around the corner to put some distance between you until inej got back. you’d turn to jesper once kaz was gone, chuckling as he grinned at you.
“it was a good play, wasn’t it?”
“it was,” jesper agreed, smiling down at you. “i don’t remember most of it to be honest, though. i was too busy looking at you.”
you’d roll your eyes, fighting the heat you could feel creeping up to your cheeks. “if that’s true, why have i heard that song come out of your mouth at least ten times a day since?”
“i don’t need to be watching to listen.”
you’d exhasperatedly sigh, leaning into his side. “that’s a shame. it really was a good play.”
he’d smile, reaching a hand down to play with a strand of your hair.
“if this goes well and we get paid, i’ll take you again to see it. i’ll even pay attention this time. hard to do when you’re sitting right next to me looking like that, but i’ll endure it just for you.”
he’d chuckle, making you laugh too. “how touching.”
“how disgusting,” you’d hear from around the corner—inej coming back with kaz at her side, a look of genuine annoyance on his face and a fake one of disgust on hers.
it only made you and jesper laugh harder.
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thanks again for participating! i hope you liked this :)
#followers celebration#1.5k followers celebration#1.5k followers#1500 followers#shadow and bone#six of crows#grishaverse#jesper fahey
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BG3 playthrough: still stuck in the Tiefling camp, and an amazing roleplay experience
(Spoilers)
First some quick notes, but then I want to talk about how this game is really making me get into *actual* roleplaying in a way I’ve never had a game do to me before. (I’m not sure why my phone keeps capitalizing Tiefling and I’m too lazy to correct it)
First of all: I am never going to leave this Tiefling camp, there’s too much to do and too many people to talk to. The Absolute is going to overrun Faerûn and I am going to still be sitting here having gruel with Otka and playing my violin for the kids.
What am I going to do if I run across another area that makes me this emotionally invested?? It is going to take me years to finish this game at this rate!!! (Well, this week I’ve had a bit less time to play though, which has also really slowed the progress down)
Hey a quick note: there was a little glitch for me with the Auntie Ethel conversation. I introduced myself to her as my tav, and got Astarion’s approval when I told her about our tadpoles, because he thinks it’s delightful how demented she seems. Then I talked to her again using a different character, got the same conversation, and got a SECOND Astarion approval. (Didn’t work again with subsequent tries) Someone told me you can do something similar when you pet scratch. Nice little bonus.
Ok anyways the main thing I wanted to talk about was the crazy fact that I am actually roleplaying in this game, getting emotionally involved, and legitimately able to make what feels like natural and realistic decisions based on what my character would actually do, rather than… you know… interacting with the game feeling very much like a player. Oh ok, here’s the conversation, here’s the normal dialogue option, here’s the smart dialogue option if my talk stats are good, and here’s the evil option, which is always bad to choose because it messes up your game. And I know, because I am a player playing a game, I should pick the normal option. This is how games always go.
Me and my friend were talking about our extremely different reactions we had to the Druids in the Emerald grove, and why.
So the Druids have been letting the Tiefling refugees stay there, but the welcome is wearing thin. Supplies are running low and goblins keep trying to attack. Now with the old leader of the Druids missing, the next highest in command wants to finally kick these Tieflings out. The current leader is creepy and militant, but mostly the other Druids range from “following orders” to “ok-ish”.
You have been told Nettie the healer might be able to help remove your tadpoles. She’s being a little evasive at first, but it’s because mindflayer infection is serious business and she wants to protect her people. After she realizes you are not going to be a threat, she confesses that unfortunately she actually doesn’t have a way to heal you. Their absent leader might though. She gives you a vial of poison and says she needs you to swear to take the poison if you start to change into a mindflayer, because if you transform in the middle of this grove you are going to kill everyone. You must swear: if you don’t directly swear it to her, she will become hostile and start a fight.
My friend who is playing is terrified of transforming into a mindflayer, and he likes Nettie, so he took the poison and promised sincerely.
In a normal game this would be the “good” route and the one I would normally take, because I am a computer game player playing a computer game and the goal of the computer game is to make the good numbers go up. Right?
My experience of the grove though has been very different from my friend’s. I am playing as a dark urge seldarine drow who is trying to be a nice guy. The Druids have been rude and racist to my character, which I’m sure he’s used to, but the contrast between that and how the Tieflings are friendly and welcoming to me is very noticeable. I had a conversation with the pickpocket kids about how people say lies and racist stuff about Tieflings too, just like they do with the drow. My character has been spending so much time getting to know the Tieflings in the grove, mediating arguments, playing with all the naughty Tiefling children, doing sleight of hand tricks for them, watching them pet Wyll’s cat familiar. (I need to be really clear, I’m not simply imaging that these activities are happening, this is flavour that is actually programmed into the game, ie the kids do literally follow around my cat and make comments about it)
So I get farther into the grove and find some frantic Tiefling parents being held back by Druid guards. Their daughter has been taken away because she stole something, (which she only stole because she thought it would prevent the Tieflings from getting kicked out of the grove, and anyway, it’s since been returned.) and they won’t let them see her. The Druid guards are, as always, being rude and racist to me, and my tav is getting angry at the way the Druids are treating his new friends.
So he goes to talk to the Druid leader, and is absolutely shocked to find she is threatening a Tiefling child with a venomous snake. Yes the kid stole something but I have to say again: she stole it because they are going to die on the road if they get kicked out, and the damned item was returned anyways. The leader is a real nasty piece of work, and when she saw me she even said that she feels this must be a good omen, having a blessed child of lolth visit their grove!!! First of all, yikes lady, but also: Lolth-sworn drow are different from seldarine, my kind rebels against the more brutal and merciless lolth-sworn, this was NOT a good comment to make to my character. By this point in time, my tav is absolutely fucking done with these fucking Druids. Yes, objectively speaking, most of the Druids are not terrible and I can see their point, but I felt like my tav in this specific situation would be feeling quite angry and hostile at this point.
So then we get to Nettie. The very first words out of her mouth to me are that the last time she saw a drow, it tried to cut open her belly, and did I have any plans of doing the same? She brings us into the back and there is a goddamned dead drow laid out on her table. I guess it attacked them and they’re studying it because it also had a tadpole infection but goddamn.
She is being evasive and asking a ton of questions. She confesses that if she decided she didn’t like us, she was going to poison us with this little thorn branch she was holding. Then she holds out the poison and demands that I swear to take it.
As a player, I know the best option is to swear, just to get her to shut up. It makes the good numbers go up, and that’s what it’s all about, right?
But my tav in that moment - I felt like he would have absolutely lost his goddamned temper. I’m doing a dark urge run and he’s trying his hardest to not hurt people horribly, but this has pushed him over the edge of his patience. The Druids have been shit to him, shit to the people he’s come to like so much, they’re dissecting another goddamned drow over in the corner, and this woman is sticking poison in his face and telling him to swear to her that he’ll kill himself. He told her fine he’ll take it, but she says that’s not enough, you need to SWEAR to me. You know what? No, he’s not! He refused, she started a fight and attacked us first, and I switched to non-lethal damage and I knocked her out.
This wasn’t just me making a fun decision on my own, like, oh: I have decided on my own, because there’s no game dialogue for this, that my stardew valley farmer is lonesome and feels like an outsider which is why she gets along with Elliott. This is like. Actual things happening within the game that are provoking a legitimate emotional response from me, and I am able to respond to it in a realistic way. When Kagha called me a blessed child of lolth, I had dialogue options to be offended by it.
I am, once again, just absolutely blown away. My friend and me were talking about how we’re both playing “good” characters but how our game experiences still have been so different that we had completely different reactions.
I think that’s absolutely amazing. I can’t remember any game I have ever played ever where I was able to actually get into the roleplaying aspect as much as this, and feel like I was making choices totally based on what my character would do, because this situation was utterly unique to the experience of my friend who is playing the exact same game.
I’ve only really scratched the surface of act 1 here. What the heck else is going to happen by the end?
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do you think it's a problem when you have no one to call?
no one to call randomly when you're alone and just want to talk
no serious conversation but the support fills the room and the silence
when did it become like this?
where i have no one to call anymore
i used to have people, a few months ago even
the number has become less over time but that can be expected
is my life too deep? but that's not my life per se
like nothing dramatic is happening right now
is this what depression is? a constant drama of some sort
where you need someone to call
i need to sit down and let go of a lot
a lot of pent up energy that's got me tied up in questions, memories
i can free myself
even if i'm alone to witness and experience it
maybe i'll call myself
tell her that it's okay for the room to be empty
what i take up is enough
and make her feel okay to talk, knowing i'll respond
with patience and sincerity before anything else
i want to call
to talk to myself, to be kind and thoughtful to myself
to remind myself that there isn't airtime to put in or a clock rushing us
to tell me that it's okay to be all i have for the meanwhile
i've carried us through
and i won't put down, she can trust me
i'll be there in the moments i have lots to say or very little
i'll be there for me
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Second To Her
Pairing: Shang-Chi x Reader
Summary: A relaxing day did a complete 180° turn for the worst
Warnings: angst, mild mention of smut
Part 1 Part 2
This movie easily became one of my top 10 in the MCU
MASTERLIST
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"That's not fair Shaun!" his boisterous laughter filled my apartment as he continued to block my view of the television, making me mess up my aim in the game we were playing
"I don't know what you're talking about" being the smug bastard he was, he began to shake his marvelous ass in my face
"Move!" he continued his antics and I swatted his cheeks. Stunned at my actions he spun around, the fake shocked expression he displayed & his hand on his chest made me giggle
"You're going to pay for that" taking the controller from my grasp, he placed it on the coffee table
"How so? That's what you get for cheating mister" smirking he closed the distance, locking our lips together. Shaun is an excellent kisser, his lips were soft against mine as they molded perfectly together
He shifted me onto my back somewhere during our heated session, now he hovered over me on the sofa. My hands cupped his face while his found their way beneath the big t-shirt I wore. He pressed his knee up against my clothed cunt, a deep groan was ripped from his chest feeling how worked up I was already
I love each moment like this, the ones where it's just the two of us. None of my family members, no prying eyes, no jobs to rush to, no best friends
Just. Us.
The pad of his thumb brushed against my nipple sending vibrations through my body. Shaun began trailing open mouth kisses down the column of my neck making me vibrate?
Why am I vibrating?
"Shaun wait, I'm vibrating" he chuckled but didn't stop showering me with kisses
"I'm serious" pushing him away I stuck my hand beneath my ass and retrieved his ringing cellphone
Katy's name and photo lit up the screen, immediately shutting down my moment of bliss
With zero hesitation Shaun snatched the device and answered it sitting back on his heel. I took the chance to sit up and fix myself while they conversed over the phone
You spoke too soon Y/N
As the conversation went on I noticed how his calm demeanor changed as he bolted off the sofa and pulled up his jeans. He mouthed the words I'm sorry but I wasn't having it; rolling my eyes at him I got up and went to the kitchen to get myself a beverage
"Katy listen to me, take some deep breaths, I'll be there shortly" the conversation ended and he cursed beneath his breath
Most of the time when we both try to have a weekend to ourselves, something or shall I say someone always comes up and I have had enough of it
"Babe?" ignoring him I started cleaning up the mess we made during breakfast
"Don't be like that, please?" standing on the other side of the island he pleaded
"I know we said that weekends are for us but-"
"You just can't say no, especially to her" bitterness spewed past my lips as I glared at him. His jaw snapped shut, I could tell he was getting worked up just by the way I mentioned Katy
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You know exactly what it means, you could never tell your precious Katy no whenever she calls!" to say that I was angry is an understatement
"Bullshit!"
"Oh please I'm sure if you were buried balls deep in me and she called, you'd leave! So don't pretend like you don't have a clue as to what I'm talking about!"
Our once peaceful day was now reduced to a screaming match but I could not have cared less, I am going to say what is on my chest
"It's a problem that she's my friend now? Well if that's the case why don't we talk about Grant, huh?"
"You're ridiculous, Grant is a friend of mine yes but at least he knows not to bother me whenever we make plans to spend time together, he respects boundaries unlike Katy!"
"Jealousy doesn't look good on you Y/N"
It's like arguing with a fucking brick wall at this point
"You know what Shaun, take your shit and get out" I'm done, I hate fighting, my throat hurts and I need my space from him
"That's it for us?" tears pricked my eyes the longer I stared at him, both of us trying to calm down. He fought off the urge to cry in front of me when he realized that I wasn't going to answer him
Without another word he spun on his heels and went to the bathroom down the hall leaving me to finally break. Covering my mouth I muffled my cries, instant regret washing over me
I don't want to lose him but after that fight we needed space and time to cool off. His footsteps entering the kitchen had me wiping away the tears, looking over at him, he stood there with a dufflebag slung across his body and the key to my apartment in the palm of his hand
"Here's your key" he cleared his throat waiting for me to take the piece of metal from him but I can't bring myself to do it
"Take it so I know that what we have is really over" his voice wavered at the end and I shook my head
"I gave it to you for a reason"
"You also put me out"
"We need time apart to think about our priorities in this relationship" nodding he put the key back on his keychain and shoved it into his pocket
"I'm sorry" he kissed the top of my head before leaving me standing there, watching him walk out the door
How did we get here?
#shang chi imagine#shang chi#shang chi x y/n#shang chi x reader#shang chi smut#marvel x oc#marvel imagine#marvel x reader#mcu phase four
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Hiiii, so I’m still hyperventilating over your Erwin and assistant reader fic. I love that one so so muchhh!!! May I please get a part two of that where they are living an awfully cute domestic life together?
I’m thinking maybe when the reader is pregnant with Erwin’s baby she will stay in the headquarter and help with Erwin’s plans and paperwork’s instead of going to battles?
I’m sorry if it’s a long/specific request I just love imagining being by Erwin’s side and helping him out. That assistant fic just melted my heart ❤️
OMG I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH!! Thanks for the request Anon!! Pt1 can be found here <3 <3
Erwin smith x Fem! Pregnant reader, fluffy fic :>
Life with Erwin had become soft and sweet.
You’d wake with kisses peppered on your face and cheeks and a stubbly Erwin smiling over you.
You took all your meals together and tea time was spent over a good conversation or story told by Erwin.
It had been cold and rainy all day. Despite Erwins wishes you went out on a small mission with your squad anyways. For seeing that you’d be sick, Erwin had already prepared fresh dry clothes and a warm bath for you.
“I told you you’d get sick..” he said undressing you form your wet clothes. Even after all this time of living together, sleeping in the same bed, and just being together 24/7, you couldn’t help but feel your face heat up as he touched you. Calloused fingertips undid the buttons ever so softly as you pouted. “I could do it myself you know” you say. “I know, but what use am i if i dont help my (y/n) when she’s sick?” He asked smiling down at you.
Later that night while you slept close to him he whispered “you know I’m going to marry you one day. You’ll be my wife and ill make a wonderful home for us” he didn’t know it then but you smiled at every word he spoke.
Sometime you’d burn dinner because you were too distracted talking to each other.
One day while eating dinner, you decided to break the news to him about being pregnant. You were nervous. Not because you thought he would leave you or anything- but you were both going to be first time parents and during a war no less. It was scary.
“Erwin, i need to say something serious.“ You say watching his face slowly turn as he placed his fork down. “Alright I’m ready” he said stern, it reminded you of the commander you knew when you first met.
“Erwin, there is no easy was to say this so ill just come out with it. Im pregnant. Im certain of it” he lifted up from his seat with a soft “please excuse me” and walked out your shared bedroom. You were devastated. This had gone horribly wrong with out any notice.
Tears softy rolled on your cheeks for a few moments and then you heard his heavy boots thumping against the wooden floorboards of the hallway. You wiped your tears and composed yourself.
Erwin walked in with his arms full of medication bottles, vitamins, supplements, herbs, everything you could possibly think of.
“You’ll need to be in the best health possible! Goodness.. ill have to go in to town tomorrow and see where i could buy a crib.. and possibly even some blankets.. you diffently need-“ you cut him off as he rambled. “Erwin! You’re not mad?” He stopped everything he was doing to notice your puffy face, and crouched down to his knees in front of you. “Of course not. I couldn’t be happier. I’m sorry i just walked out like that, I’m just excited” he hugged your waist, resting his head against your stomach. “You’re going to be a good father you say stoking his head”
From then on you stayed behind to help Erwin with paperwork and low impact tasks.
He would bring you a single flower everyday no matter what.
When you didn’t feel well, he’d make you soup :”)
He often yelled at you for being on your feet for too long, and during meetings he’d make you stop so you could sit down. BUT it had to be in his comfy office chair.
He would pick you up sometimes if he saw you rubbing your lower back when you were in pain, and carry you all the way back to your bed.
Sometime you woke to Erwin quietly whispering to your tummy. “You’re going to do such great things. I’m going to teach you how to fish, and how to lace your shoes”
You both joked about naming the baby after Levi.
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