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set-phasers-to-whump · 11 months

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Day 7: Post a link to your favorite whump fic of all time (or reblog it and/or make a list of them!)

ok i decided to limit myself to just 10 of my all time favorite whump fics. these are ones that i return to all the time, that i reread whenever i'm having a bad day, you know the vibe. all of them are very dear to me and i hope someone else will enjoy them too!!! i'll put them under a readmore since this got a bit long :)

Caged by Cargo - 911. Cargo is one of my absolute favorite writers and i've been in love with this fic for a longass time. the emotions and caretaking are absolutely top tier, and there's a lovely blend of emotional and physical whump. summary: "As Eddie stands in his kitchen after returning home from tonight's fight, he finally cracks. He starts falling apart and he knows there's only one person in the entire world he trusts to pick up the pieces. It's why he's dialling Buck's number before he even knows he has his phone in his hands."

Bloodshot Soul by OrionLady - bourne series. this one straight up has made me cry i can't even lie. it's a beautiful and very genuine exploration of the characters and the emotional whump is wonderfully painful. summary: "He cannot fathom why a crusty old skipper would care so much about a strange John Doe he fished out of the water, why he would smile and touch his shoulder and feed him pie. Then again, there are many things he doesn’t understand yet. The closer he and Giancarlo get, the less he wants to remember. An exploration into Jason and Giancarlo’s friendship during his two weeks aboard the fishing trawler."

In The Shadows of The Night by MissCrazyWriter321 - grimm. this fic is thee one that i turn to whenever i'm feeling sad. i love nick and rosalee's dynamic and this fic lets nick break down while keeping both of them perfectly in character. i'm absolutely obsessed with it. summary: "A board creeks beneath her foot, and he startles, but calms quickly when he sees her. “Sorry,” she murmurs. “I hope I didn’t wake you.” Obviously she didn’t, but she needs to be careful how she handles this. If she pushes too hard, he’ll just end up shutting down."

Eggs Two Ways by leslielol - law and order svu. something about the writing style in this one absolutely captivates me. like, there was a period of time where i straight up read this fic once a week and i'm not kidding. they're both super in character and it's a delightful read! summary: "It’s not often Barba has a reason to exercise a set of skills separate from those as a prosecutor. While sat in a holding cell nursing a broken nose, Carisi learns he’s as sharp as ever. (A missing-scene fic from 16x15 “Undercover Mother.”)"

Breaking all the things I'd wish to keep and Can't erase, can't rewind by Elisexyz - the man from uncle. ok yeah this is technically two. sue me. ely is like, my favorite fic author ever and i love all of her tmfu stuff, but these two hold a special place in my heart and make me go absolutely crazy every time (they go together btw). if you're into tmfu and for some reason haven't read her fics then uhh. get on that right now bc she's amazing. summary: "Napoleon maintains that attempted murder cannot be classified as an "accident"."// "“I didn’t think it was him.”"

the moon points to the sun by haloud - roswell new mexico. this fic has been making me insane for literal years. it's emotional whump and has a somewhat different vibe to the other fics on this list, but i absolutely adore it. this writer understands the characters so well and their style is absolutely incredible. top tier fic right here. summary: "They don't do apologies, Max and Michael. If they started, they'd never stop."

No Rules, No Winners by April_Valentine - person of interest. this is one of those times where you watch something and you're like 'man i wish they'd addressed this pain in the show' and then you find the absolute perfect fic that does address it. it's so tender and lovely and exactly what the episode was missing. summary: "Set just before the tag of "Baby Blue." After leaving Moretti's safe house, Reese goes back to the library."

The Car Accident by Tipper - sneaky pete. another one i've been obsessed with for literal years. it's on the longer side but it's so good, wonderful family dynamics and a really excellent storyline. summary: "After Julia found out who he was, all Marius wanted was one more Sunday night dinner with the family. It was a mistake. The trusting way they looked at him, the uncertain way she looked at him.... He left early, afraid to sink any deeper. The black truck came out of nowhere as he drove away..."

Too Hot (Hot Damn) by WasteTimeandType - the man from uncle. i loveee some heat exhaustion fics and this one is so good! i reread it recently when i was sick and miserable and seeing illya much more sick and miserable than i was really made me feel better lol. summary: "'Out of all the UNCLE missions, this was by far the worst. He’d been shot, stabbed, tortured with water and forced to run miles in a forest in the middle of Canada. All of that was preferable to this. The damn heat.' Illya suffers from heat exhaustion and Gaby and Napoleon take care of him. Kink Meme fill."

A Little Tender Care by ArgylePirateWD - person of interest. this one's a sickfic, i read it before i actually started watching the show and absolutely adored it, and i still adore it now. true to the title, it's super tender and soft and it's a really sweet read. summary: "The Man in the Suit doesn't usually take sick days. Usually."

and that's 10!! this is far from a complete list of all the fics i adore, but these are the first 10 (or 11) that i knew i needed to rec. if anyone wants more recs, lmk, i've got tons :)

#whumpmasinjuly2023 #wij23day7 #i say things #fic rec #doing this was so much fun. makes me think about posting my bigass fic spreadsheet thing but i'm always convinced i should do more with it #before i send it out into the world lmao.

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television-pil0t · 1 year

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Omfg calm down! He made a edit of you publicly and it’s not like he’s gonna stop publicly thirsting over guys. I’ve asked him to stop doing it countless times over 3 years it’s not gonna stop. He’s just gonna take me off his CF list in both accounts I’d he hasn’t already. He loves me. There nobody else he loves me and just has issues with that! He’s autistic and shows his love different and that’s ok! I love him and genuinely am happy when ever he shows me the slightest bit of affection. Everything is gonna be ok. He’s not gonna leave me. He dosnt fuck me as much because he just didn’t want to. It’s not because he dosnt find me attractive. He might just be going through his own things. That’s fine. I love him. Those long text messages are probably just to his family or he’s playing a game. That drawing probably didn’t mean anything. He’s otp with you all the time because he loves you and that’s final! Everything is ok. Everything is fine. He’s not hiding anything he’s just autistic and he’s uncomfortable with opening up just like me. Everything is ok.

Unless it’s just like it always is and I get this deep feeling of he’s gonna leave me and he does just like every OTHER TIME THIS HAS HAPPENED I GO THROUGH THE SAME THING AND THE LAST 2 TIMES I WAS RIGHT ITS JUST A DIFFERENT TIME OF THE MONTH HES DEFINITELY GONNA BREAK UP WITH ME! Holy shit. Fucking kill me he hates me.

He didn’t hate me. He loves me. It’s just anxiety and trust issues that. Let me remind you. He gave you by doing that break up thing. It’s gonna be ok. He loves you and If he does break up where gonna be ok as always. It’s scary but we’ll be fine. We won’t wake up to a break up text. He loves us. He still thinks we’re pretty. It’s just his tone. We have talked about it with him before there’s no reason to bring it up again and make him sad. He’s trying his hardest. It’s ok. He loves you can sometimes it’s exhausting to show it all the time. Maybe he’s going through something and doesn’t wanna talk about it. Maybe he just wants to mute and be on his phone for whatever reason. He dosnt always own you a explanation for everything he does. He dosnt have to tell you who he’s texting all the time. Have a little faith in him. It’s gonna be ok. He took you off his CF so he can have a safe space to talk about whatever he needs to. It’s gonna be ok. You can’t freak yourself out over this.

Man I’m scared. I don’t wanna lose him again because I’d I do I won’t take him back. I’m gonna be alone. And I won’t have him. He’s all I want and look at me. I’m a mess. We’re a fucking mess. Scared and traumatized begging for reassurance it’s awful. I feel bad he has to deal with this shit.

He dosnt even know we deal with this shit. He dosnt know what’s going on. He doesn’t know about this page. All he knows is that maybe we don’t show him we love him enough. Maybe he realized we split because a he’s not retarded but other than that all this other stuff is completely ok. This is our only safe space and everything her stays he. Our open plan brain and I’m saying it all gonna be fine. We have episodes of extreme emotion and this is how we deal with them. After a month or a few weeks or so we’ll be back to our selfs. Don’t freak out to much. It’s scary now but it’ll be over soon in the best way.

I hope so. I’m so scared. I need him.

We already have him. It’s just keeping him now. That’s the hard part.

I love him so much it hurts. I hope he never sees up like this. I’m scared to live with him but I wanna be around him so bad.

It’s gonna be alright. Everything will work itself out. Whatever happens. It’s gonna be for the best.

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trutrustories · 3 years

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Bad fighter Mobius M. Mobius is the best kind of Mobius M. Mobius, Actually.

I already loved Mobius more than most of the MCU characters before episode 6 came out, but THAT scene in Ravonna´s Office was really game changer for me. Until then I was actually sure, that this man is a great fighter. Because HOW THE FUCK COULD HE NOT BE, RIGHT? I mean...

he looks so sure of himself, He´s going on those missions with trained hunters all the time, he´s fearless! And then Ravonna says: “even with that, you´re of no danger to me” And I was like: Ha! keep dreaming girl He´ll show you! And Mobius was like: “Is that what you think? Let´s see..” And I was like: Yeeees that´s my boyyyyy!!!”

And then Ravonna was like...

Mobius in the air in like a split of second. And I was like

But Mobius freaking smiled and was like: “Yeah you were right”

ok. OK. HE´S MY FUCKING FAVOURITE NOW. THERE IS NO ONE BETTER THEN HIM SORRY. Suddenly I was lost. I was blown away. It was HE BETTER STAYS IN MCU FOREVER OR I WILL SCREAM type of feeling. So let me get this straight. He can´t fight. He probably knows that he is not a good fighter, and he... HOLY SHIT. THE WHOLE SERIES IS SO MUCH BETTER!!! .... As much as I love the idea of strong Mobius with long hair and daggers, looking for Loki through entire universe… I´m not sure, if I really want to see that in canon. I just love this cute and non-combatant version of Mobius too much, I´m sorry! Let me explain my weird brain please: we have lots of strong heroes in MCU – those who are great fighters, or those who had to learn how to fight. The one thing I always loved about Iron man was the fact, that he really needed his brilliant brain, his technology (suit) and bravery to fight. And in the end he was the hero who saved them all. I mean… yeah. There are side-kicks, like Happy Hogan, or Luis (Ant man´s best friend) and I LOVE them! But none of them has got as much screen time and importance, as Mobius. When I think about what I love so much about him and his dynamic with Loki, there is always this one thing that prevails: one of them is an incredibly strong but also very careful god (not when he´s drunk though) who uses a lots of strategies and plans, while the other is a tiny man in a suit who can´t fight shit but runs into the throat of a danger every chance he get and no one can´t stop him. just look at him!!!

He goes on missions with these trained hunters to just look around for clues and has no concerns about potentional harm whatsoever.

And he even finds the time to stand up for normal people and be kind to them in the process:

Once Loki has no collar, on his neck he could break all Mobius´s limbs in a matter of seconds if he wanted to, but Mobius is completely sure he has nothing to worry about around his Loki. He´s not scared of ANYTHING, especially of Loki variants. Like EVER! :D

let me break it down in detail for ya. I made a list: When they are taking Loki on his first mission outside, Loki asks, if no one is concerned that he is going to has his magic back...

well, maybe someone actually is concerned by that but it sure as hell isn´t Mobius. He just simply says that he could get Loki to Time keepers if he won´t try anything and like... this one line is getting on Loki so much, that Loki even tries to use it few moments latter xD And here is the best scene ever:

LOKI: “we can go anywhere!”

MOBIUS: “I´m not taking you for a stroll along the promenade, much less an apocalypse” FEW MOMENTS LATTER:

Hang on. Wait. So you telling me, he took this man outside without permission, without backup (you know, hunters, that actually CAN fight), right to the apocalypse, knowing that Loki can use his powers anytime, however he wants. It´s just... God. I love him!!! And then he just hands him the daggers like it´s no big deal!

Like are we all aware this man has no any super powers, no big strength, nor any impressive fighting skills and he is willing to give him daggers for a mission, where this god is capable of magic and everyone else in team ECCEPT mobius is at least able to fight????? And he just has that small bulletproof vest, and a raincoat and he chats with Loki in a rain like it was a fucking another apocalyptic DATE?

Ok. Let´s jump to the episode four He goes and persuades Ravonna to let him interrogate Sylvie and he is straight up arguing with her, even when he´s told how dangerous Sylvie is. This man LOVES danger!!!

Once he has doubts he decides to risk it all and swaps TemPads right behind Ravonnas back.

And he is watching it OUT LOUD in a place where anyone can show up at anytime!

no but serously. This is a face of a man who is EXCITED for a dangerous adventures with Loki. Yeah, lets bring this whole place down together!

And then we have this scene. Mobius really has a nerves to pull “ ha ha I had to take it by mistake” line right there.

But once he understand he´s gonna die, he just take his fate with bravery and talks to Ravonna about life he really desires.

And remember that time Ravonna warned him about this variant and how dangerous she is? He casually saves her, just like that. No big deal.

He even has a time to make teasing notes about how Sylvie should be more careful jumping to a strangers car like that and how she really is one of the Lokis.

And after he saves her, he manage to apologize to her and make her to like him. EVERY FREAKING LOKI LIKES HIM! - that has to be his super power I swear And then Sylvie is like: well actually let´s go back there, I think It´s the best idea ever. And mobius is like: What back to the angry cloud? - oh great. fuck this why the hell not. Lets do it.

so... while Loki and Sylvie are getting closer, lets show us, how literally every Loki likes Mobius (like not even alligator loki wants to hurt him, even when Mobius suggests that he is a liar I CAN´T) And just random (AGAIN) during the chat saving Loki and Sylvie (without even knowing) when he inspires Classic Loki to change.

He offers free tickets straght to the TVA to kid Loki, classic Loki and an alligator. I mean... What a LEGEND.

when he gets there he just knock on Ravonna´s door and is like - lets talk about it xDD

And he isn´t even suprised to lose that fight. He makes himself comfortable on the floor: yeah you were right. Here we go again. Just prune me already, doesn´t matter, I have my Lokis there anyway.

But make no mistake, I don´t think he is stupid, or naive. That is the most fascinating thing about him. He is brilliant. He can makes great plans (it surely as hell was him, who come up with the high school scheme) He is a great investigator, he is familiar with psychology very well, he know how to manipulate people just as well, as Loki. He can interrogate flawlessly (when jealousy is not involved) And when he woke up in the Void, he was able to escape certain death, choose a car and drive around looking for Loki - and eventualy save Sylvie. He is a very capable man. I dont think he shouldn´t have any power. Like - he has his inteligence, his knowledge of all languages (I want to see him chat with Groot please), his knowledge of psychology, knowledge of how TVA works... He can have his pruning stick, TemPad, bulletproof vest and a raincoat for what I care. but most importantly he has his kind heart, love of adrenaline, and he is a freaking Loki expert. And let´s not forget, every Loki loves him. Also, he has a damn luck as well :D It´s like - Loki always ends up loosing, so Mobius is fine - even when he should be dead about million times already. (one man´s void is another man´s piece of cake) So when they are togheter. There is no way for Loki to actually die. Not by his side xD So I don´t think he needs to become great fighter. I believe, that this is a hundred times better. Creators should explore this dynamic to it´s bottom before they make him fighter with super powers or something like that. ( I wouldn´t mind long hair though) I´m sorry. But I just really love that. I love how small and fragile he is, but he wont be scared of anything. And now he´s Loki best friend (while having masive crush on him, let's be precise ) So just imagine all those amazing scenes that could come with that. Imagine there is some very dangerous Loki variant that everyone has problem to deal with, and Mobius is gonna be like - you´re so cute guys, nice try. Now let me talk to him, will ya. Imagine some big battle where our Loki and Mobius are fighting side by side with Avengers and Loki is using all his potential, and he is so stunning in his leather but he can´t focus very well, because few metters from him is a small, fragile man in a suit just using TemPad an afucking pruning stick. And Loki didn´t even want him there in the first place. So they are arguing like married couple right then and there and every avenger AND enemy in close distance just can´t believe these two are real. also Loki saves Mobius by taking him in his arms right on time and running to safety with him

Maybe this post is completely useless and has incredibly bad english like every text I write, but I don´t care. I just wanted to loudly appreciate this mans non-fighting skills and his hilariously huge courage. End of the post. have nice day! Bye!

#Loki #loki series #loki laufeyson #Mobius #mobius m mobius #loki spoilers #lokius #loki and mobius #i love him okay #He is the best character marvel ever created #longpost #long post

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just-your-emo-sensei · 2 years

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Something that no one asked for but I'm in the mood for it and I've been watching my volume 1-5 DVD collection of The Real Ghostbusters shows. I'm buying 6-10 to complete my collection. And ever seen the episode Three Men and an Egon? Egon turns into baby Egon!!!

Here some headcannons of the real ghostbusters!

The Real Ghostbusters headcannons!!!

Peter Venkman:

Peter acts like he don't care, but he does.

He listens to your opinions, suggestions, ideas, you get the point. And the next day he does what he heard you talk about. If anyone asks him he denies it.

If you talk to yourself about what you need to pick up the next time you run an errand. He'll sneak out and get them for you or write it on the grocery list for Janine to pick up.

He always make sure you and the rest are well taken care for. But he always get you extra stuff.

Let's all be honest, the guys are starting to catch what's truly going on.

Of course he might be catching feelings for ya. Is he gonna spill that little secret to you or the others? Not by a long shot.

He may or may not be jealous of you giving slimer more attention than him. And he TOTALLY didn't give slimer pizza and few junk food to stay away from you for temporary amount of time.

"Hey guys... Why does Slimer don't want to be near me anymore..?" (Y/N) ask.

"That's an odd behavior. He always like you more, but now he acts like he afraid of you." Winston spoke his thoughts.

"Slimer quit play that game. Your hurting (Y/N) feelings." Ray told slimer who just looks down shamefully.

"You know... It's quite odd that Slimer started doing this for a two weeks for now. And before those two weeks that this started I noticed that Peter was acting strange. So it's either Peter threaten him or he made a bargain with Slimer. And Peter don't try to leave this room until you explain what's going on." Egon announced his theory and stopped Peter from escaping from this little conversation. All eyes were on Peter with disappointed looks.

"Um... Anyone wants a glass of water? Because I sure do..." Peter chuckles nervously.

Egon Spengler:

Egon really enjoys your company. Yeah, he won't admit it until he absolutely comfortable saying it.

If you are interested in what he's doing, reading, studying, etc. Just ask him! He will be over the moon, and very excited in his own little way of explaining what your interested of seeing what he's doing.

And if you are patient enough, he'll let you help him do some projects or experiments he's doing.

You want take a break? He'll join you!

Absolutely will wake you up in the dead of the night to do an experiment or project he just dream about doing or thought about in his sleep.

To be quite honest, he remembers every little thing you say to him. And he keeps mental notes to about it too.

If you really want to know how much he cares about you. Check for the little locked box under his bed. Hidden behind his books about spores, fungus, mold and other science books. In that box you'll find a few note books about you and the rest of the Ghostbusters crew. He write down things he heard them say and what they like and dislike, etc. He even wrote down his thoughts about them.

If you do end up finding those note books he'll be a blushing mess and will do anything for you to not tell the others.

But at the end of the day, he really enjoys your presence. He feels like he would go insane if your not there. He feels like he gotten too attached to you and the others. But he doesn't mind.

"Ok (Y/N)... How do you feel?" Egon asks you in a soft voice.

"Well... How am I supposed to feel? It's 3 am and you woke me up for this..." You told him in a sleepy tone, as he wrote down notes.

" Remind me what we're doing again Egon..?" You asked him.

"Well, I want to see how we interact with our dreams. Ever since we encounter Mr. Sandman I was impressed by how we dream differently from others and how we react and interact with our dreams." He babbled on and on explaining his plan for this experiment with a hint of joy in his voice. He failed to notice that you fell asleep during his explanation. Until he asked if you understand so far and notice you fell asleep.

"Oh never mind. I guess we can do this another time." He gently pick you up and put you into your bed as he slipped into his for the night.

Ray Stantz:

Ray just so thrilled when you joined their team!

He was happy to have another member of the team, that he almost fell face first into the floor.

Expect alot hugs from this energetic puppy of a man!

How can you ever get bored of this man! He like a magnet for fun!!! There's no escape from him!!! Let him have fun Peter!!!

I will say this again, his living proof of true embodiment of the most adorable puppy of an golden retriever that is so hyper and energetic!!!

Most likely have plushies hidden under his bed. Mostly of Dopey dog plushies.

He would want you to watch alot of Saturday morning cartoons with him. He will wake you up at 6 am every Saturday to watch the cartoons.

He will sneak you little surprises here and there as well to show how much he appreciates you.

If they're ordering take out, he ask you first if you have anything in mind that you want before he goes to the others.

Will definitely shower you in affection if he sees you sad or down anytime!

"(Y/N), we're ordering take out. What sounds good to you?" Ray asks you with a warm smile.

"Well what does the others want?" You ask him.

"Uh, they say it's up to you." He told you with a blush creeping up his cheeks, but truth be told. He hasn't asked the others yet because he wanted to see you first.

"Oh, ok how about (your favorite takeout)?" You suggest to him with a warm smile. A smile invades his features.

"On it!" He yells while running to the pole and sliding down it. Yell for the other what they want from there. Leaving you smiling.

Winston Zeddemore:

Is your go to hype man!

Enjoys play card games with you. Anytime you up for game, your on.

Loves to make bets with you with anything. And Peter sometimes joins in that fun as well.

Won't admit it, but he let's you win a few card and board games. He just enjoys seeing you happy when you win the game.

Will absolutely spoil you no matter what! Fight me!!

Will take you on field trips and if you ask, he'll also take another ghostbuster with you two.

Will absolutely, no doubt about it be your best friend!!

Never leaves you behind either.

He will no question ask, be a shoulder to cry on if the others are busy.

Always know how to cheer you up!

Always have your back out on calls.

"Ight (Y/N), where we heading for our field trip?" Winston asked you.

"I don't know, how about you surprise me." you wink at him. Causing him to gulp nervously and dryly chuckle.

"Uh... let's just drive around and see what grabs our attention first." He quickly gets in the driver seat, and start the trip with you in the passenger seat.

Bouns!!!

The Ghostbusters team:

Thought the team is always serious? Think again!

They always have jokes hidden, and just love to say them at right times.

And if you joined their team at an later time. They tell you stories of what they battled together, what ghost they fought, etc.

They'll make you feel like your part of the family no matter what!

Janine will gladly buy you your favorite snacks when she goes grocery shopping for the firehouse. Just slip her a folded paper of what you want and she'll get it for you. Just don't let the others know.

If Janine were to be asked which Ghostbusters is her favorite to work with, she'll say you. Why? Well you help her out when she asks, also greet her every morning, etc. And she's happy that you notice her and acknowledge her presences.

Slimer just loves you for just sneaking him some food for him after a call. Don't let Peter know this, but sometimes you sneak him some of Peter's food and make it look like it was never tampered with.

As a Ghostbusters, comes with great responsibility. Well that's what some say... To be quite honest, you look at Peter and think that's a joke. But deep down Peter is responsible... at times...

What more can you guys say? None of you would trade this ghostbusting for anything!

But at the end of the day, you enjoy their company and don't mind them at all. Through all the adventures you been through with them just strengthen your bond with them. And this bond is unbreakable.

The end!!!

#ghostbusters headcanons #ghostbusters #the real ghostbusters #trgb #egon spengler #ray stantz #peter venkman #winston zeddemore #x reader #peter venkman x reader #egon spengler x reader #ray stantz x reader #winston zeddemore x reader #headcanon #the real ghostbusters x reader

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luimagines · 3 years

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Date Night with the Chain part 3

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2

Part 3 will include Twilight, Wind and Legend!

Content under the cut!

Twilight

Walking with Twilight was always a delight.

Your fingers were laced together with his and he took to swinging them back and forth during the time you two walked together.

There was a pleasant smile on your face and you’re content to simply live in the moment. Twilight feeling very much the same even when there are no words exchanged between you two.

You turned to Twilight and tugged him a little closer, whispering into his ear. “I have an idea.”

“What is it?”

“We’ll have to stop for lunch soon enough, right?” You tilt your head and smile as sweetly as you can manage. “Let’s go somewhere while everyone sets up shop.”

“Like where?”

“I dunno. Anywhere. You in?”

Twilight snickers a little to himself and glances around the group as you continue to walk. “Just the two of us?”

“That’s the plan.”

“Sure. Why not?“

You beam and grin at him. “Awesome!”

“What are you two scheming?” Warrior raises an eyebrow with a smirk ever present on his face. “Whenever you two lovebirds try something, it usually means a mess for the rest of us.”

“Name one time that has ever happened.” You shoot back with a finger pointed up in emphasis. “We don’t scheme, sir.”

“You absolutely scheme.” Wild joins in with a roll of his eyes. “Twilight not so much because he’s a stick in the mud but you’re a bad influence.”

“Says Wild.” You stick your tongue out in retaliation. “How dare you. I am the pinnacle of grace and dignity and maturity and- what are you doing?”

Wild smirks with his hands on his sheikah slate. “Catching Twilight’s stupid puppy love face.”

You blink and snap your head to look at your boyfriend.

Sure enough, he’s looking at you with hearts in his eyes and the most love sick smile any man could muster smack dab in the middle of his face.

The soft look never fails to make you blush and you turn back to Wild .”I want a copy.”

He snorts loudly but nods. “I can do that.”

“On the off hand, they are good for each other.” Warrior jumps back in. “Not so much for us because we have to put up with it but it’s nice that one of us can have a love life at least.”

“Don’t worry pretty boy, I’m sure you’ll find someone.” Legend shouts from behind you all.

“Why you-” Warrior turns to Legend and the two begin to bicker.

Business as usual.

“Any idea of what to make for lunch Wild?” You grin and swing your arm higher to wrap Twilight’s in a hug.

“Not yet. Got any suggestions?”

“Something hearty.” Twilight says. “I’ve got a hankering’ for stew but I’m good for whatever.”

“Noted.” Wild winks and walks away, leaving you and your boyfriend alone once again.

“Ditch them now?” You blurt.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Twilight whispers, keeping his giggles low incase Legend or Warrior are still nearby and he drags you off of the trail.

You’re right behind him, letting him take you wherever his feet desire until you’re successfully out of earshot of the group. “If we get caught-”

“It was your idea.”

“I’m well aware twinkle toes, relax. I was just going to say that I don’t think we can get away with this for long.” You smirk and jump onto Twilight’s back. “so let’s make the most of this, yeah?”

Twilight wraps his arms around your legs effortlessly to hold you in place and rolls his eyes. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Nothing.” You snort, leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek. “You love me too much.”

“I do.” Twilight snorts and throws you a little over his shoulder. While you squawk at the sudden movement, he uses it to his advantage to give you a kiss as well, aiming for you lips more than your cheek.

He doesn’t quite reach but you feel the sentiment there.

“Careful country boy!” You smack him on the shoulder. “What are you trying to do? Flip me over? I’m not some hay bale that you can just shuck around whenever you want.”

“Of course not.” Twilight snickers. “I love you too much.”

“Shush you, I’m trying to be mad at you.”

“But I am I wrong?”

“...”

“...No.”

“Well then there you have it. Kiss me again?”

You grin and do just that.

Wind

“Wind! Look at me!” You cheer and wave your arms, trying to not take your eyes off of your board so much. You do manage to glance over in time to see Wind cheer and shout with his hands also in the air as you surf the biggest wave yet.

You hadn’t need to call for his attention because he’s been watching you the entire time but he admires you’re spark.

The group had stopped at the beach for the day for an obligatory beach episode and you and Wind took to the free time like fish to water.

Wild was currently trying to teach you to surf on the flattest shields that they had and you were doing quite well if you were saying so yourself.

You rode it all the way back to the shoreline, feeling a little more confident in your balance when it shrunk. You tried to angle it so you would come to stop in front of Wind and you hopped off of with a giant smile on your face. “How’d I do?”

“You did great!” Wind’s grin matches your own. “You’re a natural.”

“You think so?” You bring your hand up to wipe your hair out of your face. “What are you doing over here?”

“Building a sand castle.” Wind gestures to the steadily growing mound of sand that he was working on while you took to the water.

“Can I help?”

“Absolutely!”

“Hey!” Wild calls your name. “You ready to go again?”

“Maybe later Wild!” You turn on your heel to call back. “I’m gonna be with Wind now!”

“Ok!”

“Where do we start?” You drop your shield, ignoring the little voice in the back of your head telling you that you’re going to have to clean all the sand out of it later- or maybe that’s just Four who’s yelling but ehhh~

Wind grins even wider (if it was even possible) and picks up the bucket that was by his feet. “We need to get more water and then we start putting the sand on top of each other. When it’s big enough, we can shape it. Carefully though. It’s easier when it’s wet.”

You nod and take the bucket from him. “We’re going to need a lot of water then.”

“Yup!”

“I’m on it!” You dash away and run back to the ocean filling the bucket up to it’s highest point (until you can’t carry it anymore) and meander your way back over.

Wind takes the bucket from you and dumps it onto the sand by your feet and begin scooping up all that was affected by it. With both hands cupped together, you join him and you both set on making it the largest hill on the entire beach.

You both take turn on running to the ocean with the bucket and who scoops up the sand to make a chain reaction of never ending sand pile up. You can feel the stares from the others every once and a while but helping Wind and seeing him smile and knowing that it’s just the two of you working on this is enough to make the attention worth while.

Because you like him.

And he likes you.

And that’s enough.

“Do you think it’s big enough?” Wind asks you after wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his wrist.

It’s almost as big you two are both in height and half of it in width.

“Can we go any bigger?” You ask with a tilt to your head. “Realistically, I mean. Would we be able to carve out a castle from this thing if it was any bigger. Because if we can then I say go for it but if not-”

“It probably wouldn’t be able to support itself if we tried it that way.”

“Then should we start sculpting?”

“I haven’t really been thinking of a design but maybe we can find one along the way?” Wind tilts his head and glances at you over his shoulder. “What do you think?”

“Let’s do it!”

“Alright!” Wind pumps a fist and points to the other side. “You take one side and I’ll take other, then we meet in the middle? That way we both design it!”

“Alright.” You cheekily blow him a kiss as you pass and dash to the other side before you can learn his reaction, getting quickly to work on the sand hill you’ve made before you.

It’s beginning to go a little dry and if Wind is right then it needs to be wet in order to stick.

You move away to go get the bucket and notice Wild holding his sheikah slate out, aiming where you just were.

Oh no, did he catch that?

You better believe it.

And Wind’s blushing face too!

It’s a cute photo.

Legend

Somehow, by the grace of whatever higher powers exist, you and Legend are paired to shop for supplies while you’re close to town as it is.

You’re overjoyed!

Walking next to Legend is a common occurrence but there’s a lot of factors that make it more like there’s isn’t anything between you two.

For starters- Legend doesn’t want to be teased by the others and you understand that- but you would like to be able to hold his hand more often.

Another thing is that someone else is always talking to you, taking your attention and occupying the space.

But now?

It’s just the two of you.

No group.

No teasing.

Just you and Legend- with errands to run.

You bite your lip a little and hesitantly reach for Legend’s hand as you walk.

Out of habit, Legend jerks his hand away and you back track like he’s burned you.

“Sorry.” You blurt and hide your hands behind your back. “We don’t have to hold hands, sorry.”

He blinks and looks down at his hands. There’s a momentary battle within himself, you can see it. The want to be sarcastic and the want to give in to you. He looks down at his hand- the other holding the shopping list and eventually holds it out to you- not meeting your eyes and supporting the slightest blush on his face. “Here. The others aren’t around. I don’t mind.”

You beam and don’t hesitate to hold his hand, lacing your fingers together as fast as you possibly can and pulling yourself closer to him. You lean up against him and try to look at the list.

You don’t understand a single thing.

“I have no idea what that says.”

Legend snorts and holds it in half with his fingers. “With the difference in our written characters? I believe you.”

“What do we get first?” You tilt your head and smile softly. “Do you have any plan of action?”

“Umm...” Legend glances down at the list for a moment before squeezing your hand tightly. “Do you want....to split up?”

Your smile falls a bit but you try to figure out his thought process. “Wha- why?”

“...It’ll go faster.”

“But we have the time Link. It’s ok. We don’t get to spend a lot of time together- so I wanted-”

“What if-” You see him gulp and put on a tense smile. “-we split up the list, half and half and we meet up right back here when we’re done? That way we can spend the rest of the time doing nothing and just walk around together, yeah?”

You hum and look into his eyes for a minute. You want to see if he’ll crack and show you why he’s doing this or if he’s going to show you what he’s hiding.

He meets you head on, blushing, but he doesn’t give in.

“Ok.” You sigh and let him win this one. “Well since we’ve established that I can’t read the list, what should I go and get? You’ll have to tell me what it is.”

Legend grins a little more genuinely and pulls your hand up to kiss your knuckles. “Well since you’ve asked so nicely darling, would you be a dear and get some food from the market and maybe some more bandages? And some more sewing supplies for me, please? I can handle the potions and arrows since I can negotiate around a pack mole if I needed to.”

“I’m not entirely sure what that means, but sure.” You snort and lean in to kiss his cheek.

The action stuns him for a moment and you smile as you let him go. “I’ll go get the supplies. Meet up in two hours?”

“Ye-yeah.” He giggles and abruptly clears his throat, throwing his voice deeper than it would be normally as he tries to continue. “Yeah, two hours. Don’t be surprised if I’m late though. Some merchants are stubborn as hell.”

“Will do babe!” You wink.” See you later.”

He returns the call and watches you leave.

You’re not entirely sure where everything is in the town but you can find the market quick enough and buy the food your group needs first. You don’t worry too much about freshness since it’ll be stored more often then not in Wild’s sheikah slate and try to get as much as you could possible carry.

Ten people eat a lot of food very quickly.

Next on the docket is the medical supplies so that you’re not so reliant on potions and fairies.

That one took a solid hour to not only track down but find an angle for them to sell it to you. It was one of those towns that only had enough for themselves and had no reason (luckily for them) that there wasn’t a need to both sell to travelers and to sell beyond their village.

But you still needed them.

You understand Legend’s warning about them being stubborn.

With your wallet feeling significantly lighter, you head back into the heart of the town and try to find a seamstress for your boyfriend’s personal supplies.

Some one must have been looking out for you and you find it relatively easy enough. Your hands are hurting from lugging everything around and you think you’ve successfully cut circulation to at least three of your fingers, but you consider it a job well done.

The woman in charge of the establishment tells you where she gets her products and takes mercy on you. With the new destination in sight with some kind words and a cold drink, you make your way over there and successfully buy enough thread (in as many colors as you could afford) and patches of scrap fabric to cover where the group may need it.

On a whim you buy him a new set of needles and a cute tomato pin cushion.

While you’re perusing through the shelves for no reason other than to see what they have, you come across a small stuffed red felt frog with a little fabric yellow rose stitched into the paw.

It’s cute and fits perfectly in your palm and you instantly want to give to your boyfriend.

But you’ve pretty much spent your entire wallet’s worth on supplies that you actually need and you doubt that you would be able to afford it no matter how small it may be.

“See something ma’am?” The shop keeper comes to stand beside you, nearly avoiding your bags where you’ve set them down to pick sir froggy up. “Oh! That’s one of our longest standing plushes. All the others get sold almost the same day but he’s been here since the beginning.”

Your heart breaks a little. “What? Why? He’s so cute!”

“You may be the only one in town that thinks so ma’am.” She sighs sadly. “I suppose I cannot expect others to share my passions.”

“How much is it?” You clutch it to your chest. You know better than to get your hopes up. You know you’re pretty broke right now but he needs a home!

“Five rupees.”

You rush to your wallet and pull it out, counting your remaining rupees.

You’re off by one.

Your heart plummets and you sigh, trying not to cry because it’s a little silly to cry about it. Dejected, you put the frog back on the shelf and pick up the bag by your feet. They’re a little heavier than you remember but that was because you’ve allowed your arms to rest and they’re not happy to be put to work again.

“You know what?” The woman takes the frog and drops it into one of your bags. “On the house. You’ve already bought so much and it would be criminal of me to deny you.”

“Really?” You blink and can feel yourself perk up a bit. “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome!” She laughs.

“Link’s gonna love this. Thank you so much ma’am!” You cheer and run out of the shop to where you’ve agreed to meet up with your boyfriend.

Only to find him already there and pacing, looking at the ground and ignoring the bags he has on the side of the road. He looks nervous.

“Link!” You cry out and dash off to meet him. You drop the bags next to his and wrap your hands around his neck when you get close enough. “How was it?”

“Where have you been? I’ve been here for like an hour.” Legend grips you tightly and begins to look you over for injuries. “I was about to go looking for you. Are you ok?”

“It’s been that long already?” You gasp and look at the sky.

Sure enough the sun is beginning to set and there’s no time for you go walking with Legend like you’ve wanted.

“Oh.” You’re not as happy as you just were. “Oh... Link I’m sorry.”

“No, no, don’t be. It’s fine. I’m just happy you’re alright, you were worrying me. Did you find everything alright?” Legend pulls away and brushes your hair out of your face.

“Yeah.” You smile sadly and gulp a little. “I got you something.”

“My supplies?” He tilts he head.

“No. I-” You snort and go back to your bags, pulling out the little frogs. “I got this for you!”

“Shut up.” He groans.

You blink and pull the little guy back. “Why? What’s wrong?”

He puts his hand over his face, not bothering to hide his blush all the way and pulls out a little blue stuffed frog with a red rose stitched to the paw. “So...This is for you... ”

“Oh my goodness.” You snort and slowly descend in a laughing fit.

“It’s why I wanted to split up.” Legend whines. “I didn’t want you to see me buy it. It was supposed to be a surprise!”

“I love it.” You grin and take it from him, trading it with the one you bought him. “Thank you. It’s so sweet.”

You give the little frog a kiss on the head and gently rub it against your cheek. “This is my favorite thing ever.”

Legend looks down on the one you gave him and doesn’t bother hiding the smile that splits his face. “We match I guess.”

“I love you you Link.”

“I love you too.” He says, soft and under his breath, taken by the sight of you grinning with the sunset behind you.

Now how are you two going to get everything back to camp before dark?

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #are these a decent legth?#I know the prompt said short #but I've never been able to do short #ok not short but small #small?#how do small?#i mean #look at legend's #again #man Wind's is so short

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its-me-im-coraline · 3 years

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Cry Baby // Ethan Torchio // Playist Fic

words // 1244

warnings // angst angst angst, mentions of struggling with mental illnesses but nothing graphic, but also fluffy caring Ethan

pairing // Ethan Torchio x GN!Reader

author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. aghhhh this is the first fic on my little playlist thingy omg and i am excited although this is v angsty oops. If you don't know what this is supposed to be, i have a playlist tagged on my masterlist, you can send in a song from there or an entirely different one and I use that song, the lyrics and the feeling its music gives me to write a fic.

song is cry baby by the neighbourhood

also, maybe im projecting or maybe im affected by fallon carrington singing her wedding vows lol. also the photo of ethan here, sooooo cute

request // nope

summary // Reader has a hard time trusting people. When Ethan comes into their life it get’s worse. Reader is preparing for unavoided heartbreak but Ethan just might change their mind heart.

They were too stuck in their own thoughts for this relationship. Maybe it started at the wrong time or it was the perfect time but they had the wrong mind. They felt like a narcissist, making everything about them, while having a hard time hearing his side.

He was perfect, too perfect to ever be in this relationship, and maybe that thought scared them. Living around people who only cared about themselves, people who never cared how much they hurt Y/N, they were afraid to admit they might be doing the same to him.

They had not been together for long, only a few months, but the man acted as if he knew them forever. He did not care if they knew each other for a month or five, he was not willing to let them suffer alone. There were the two am panic attacks, calling Ethan at that time, waking him from his sleep, crying about the inability to calm their mind and sleep. He never complained. Or the days he spend at their house, Y/N having a hard time getting off bed, the depressive episodes hitting a little too hard; Ethan spend those days rubbing their back, making sure that they were alright.

Maybe that is what drove Y/N to be defensive, maybe their mind was alarmed by the man’s caring behavior -something so unfamiliar yet needed for them- that they felt defensive every time he was around. Maybe they spoke too much, and they thought the man would be scared away from them. “I’m not going away, Y/N, not for a long time, not at all if it’s on my hand,” he’d say after every fight, when Y/N would say yet another thing they did not mean. He was just too perfect.

“I really meant what I said that, Y/N,” he all but whispered to his lover. “I do love you.”

“Don’t say that, Ethan. How do you even know, it’s too soon!” Excuses, excuses, excuses and more excuses to plain and simple sabotage to themselves.

“You just know, when you know, amore, and I do.”

They could not look at his eyes anymore, afraid that with just one glance from the man their tears would fall, their guards would fall. And, if they let the guards fall even for a moment, it made them vulnerable to twice the heartbreak. So their eyes stayed glued to the floor, never leaving or daring to think about looking elsewhere. Every other place felt like a danger zone.

“You don’t have to say it back, amore, but you can not expect me not to.”

The fear never left, the fear that the young man was lying. He could not actually feel that way, could he?

Just as Y/N spiraled into yet another anxiety attack, there he was again with his soothing words and his soft touch on their face, his breath so close and so fresh hitting their face. “I’ve got you, it’s ok, follow my breath baby, come on, you are doing amazing, that’s it…” It did not take long for them to calm down a bit. Maybe it was the fact that a person finally respected their emotions rather than getting offended by them, but they felt safe even if only for a moment. “I’m here, I love you.”

It kept happening, over and over and over again. The man would profess his love but his love was not ready to believe him. It got him exhausted. He did not mind waiting for them to say the words back, he understood their past and their pain and how hard it is to vocalize something you feel. What he did mind was their active refusal to believe him, so it was the time to confront them.

“Hey, Y/N, do you have a moment?” If a single phrase could put their mind in a frenzy it was this one. The words could not form so they simply nodded their head, moving towards the sitting man.

“Look, Y/N, I-”

“If you are to break up with me just do it,” they said, the words leaving their mouth before even getting the chance to be filtered. They did not want to say that, hell they simply did not want Ethan to break up with them, but the fear was impossible to be hidden.

“What?! Amore, are you even listening to yourself?” He was exasperated. How could Y/N possibly think that, even now, after almost a year together. It hurt the man, it hurt him how much they refused to open up but it also hurt him that someone caused that fear to them before.

“I know what is happening, Ethan. I know I am hurting you with my inability to say those stupid words back. I’ve heard what you said to Victoria the other night -I did not mean to (!)-” “Hey, hey, let’s pause for a second there, amore. I’m not breaking up with you, that is not the problem. But, if you really heard what I said to Vic that night you would not be saying what you are,” he paused for a moment, taking a deep breath, holding his lover’s face between his palms, “I’ve told you countless times I love you, and I will never take that back. I know you do, too. You don’t say it but you show it, but my love, the issue is not the words. The issue is you don’t believe me.”

Y/N was left speechless, not knowing what to say to the man besides that he is right. They’ve been having a really hard time believing that they even slightly deserve this love, the love that the Italian drummer in question has given them more than enough of. He was so kind, so caring, so loving that the more the relationship progressed the harder they found it to believe in his words.

“You can’t possibly truly love me, Ethan,” Y/N said calmly, tears in their eyes, mostly from anger, anger targeted at their mind.

“Then why are you even with me, Y/N? Huh? If you don’t believe that why are we together for almost a year now?!” The high volume of his voice was a stark contrast to the soft and collected tone he usually had, but his emotions were starting to take over and it was utterly obvious at this point.

Y/N did not know what to do, being left speechless for the second time in less than two minutes. Their mind raced for an excuse, a reason as to why they kept being with him if they really did not believe him, until the answer came to them and it was like a lightbulb going off: “Because I know that I love you.”

It came out almost as a whisper, as if the words were trying to not be heard. It was a strain of their voice, a sudden sob accompanying the words that broke Ethan’s heart. His love, his sweet, sweet love, the person he could not stop yearning for no matter how close they were… they were hurt, afraid of being loved - or more so afraid of being lied to. Ethan pulled Y/N into his arms, hands rubbing comforting cycles, lips letting the sweetest of nothings to come out.

“It’s ok, it’s alright, I got you, I’m here, I’m holding you, I am not leaving, I love you.”

tag list: @bieberhoodforever @tabi-toast @ginny-lily @moriro-da-regina @the-killer-queenie @makapaka11

#måneskin #maneskin imagine #maneskin fanfiction #maneskin #ethan torchio imagine #ethan torchio #playlist series

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danielxricciardo · 3 years

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Can you do one with Max, with 46 and 55 from angst list?

Summary: You are suffering from depression and Max tries to be by your side

Warnings: angst, swearing, mentions of suicide, depression

Word count: 3.6k+

46. “I’ll leave, and the world will move on. I just wish I could see it. See how much better everything is when I’m gone.”

55. “You’re good at finding things. Find me a reason to stay.”

Depression feels like a lot of things.

It feels like sadness, which is what everyone will tell you. It's a pretty common thread.

"I'm worthless."

"Everyone thinks I'm a horrible burden."

So on and so forth.

Everyone in the world is happy but you, and in the end, you are a worthless piece of shit that doesn't belong in this otherwise glorious and happy place. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and you are lying there on your bed in the same unlaundered pair of pajamas, wondering why you are even allowed to keep living any longer. Some meteor strikes or lightning bolts should be reserved for people like you because you are taking up space and oxygen and food and other resources that real, happy, productive people need.

It feels like emptiness. You have all these possibilities and none of them seem interesting. You could do some art, or play some music, but that just doesn't feel right. There's no joy in it. You could have sex with your significant other, but you can't muster up the desire. You could play video games, or read a book. But what's the point? There's no real benefit to all of it but passing the time. You could get up and make lunch. But no, you're not that hungry, and if you close your eyes, time will pass a little faster. You can lie there. That works. It doesn't require active effort to do something fruitless. Everything is as empty and fruitless as lying and staring out your window at the clouds and the shifting shadows of tree branches, and so why do anything else?

It feels like fatigue. Standing up out of your bed requires the same amount of bodily effort as climbing several flights of stairs. Managing to get dressed and walk outside is like running a race. Heaven helps you if you try to go to the store or a friend's house -- that may as well be on the other side of the continent. Every step is heavy. Every muscle motion requires ten times the work it used to. Exercise becomes difficult, and control over your body expires quickly. You become clumsier, so heavy lifting is right out. You daze out randomly, daydreaming, even dozing, so biking or running is hard. You feel most at home when you are entirely relaxed, so you lie down...and don't get up again until something like your bladder compels you.

It feels like a loss of control. You have no idea why your brain and body are doing this. You don't want to feel sad. Nobody wants to feel shitty and tired and empty all the time. People will look at you and say, "It's like you don't want to get better." Those people are idiots. You truly, deeply, from the bottom of your soul, have no idea why this has happened or what to do. It's not logical. It makes no sense. You woke up like this, or it crept in overtime or something like that. It's like a fog, a force of nature that sweeps in, occludes everything, and there's not one thing you can do about it from where you stand. Trying feels like taking a paper fan outside and trying to blow away the morning mist. Someone has tied puppet strings to your brain and is playing this hideous dance with it, and you don't have the scissors to cut them away. The dance doesn't make sense; it's arbitrary and rhythmless. If you had any sort of reasoning behind it, you could take control. But you don't.

It feels like desperation. You can't find a way out. You lie there at night, keening into your pillow like a wounded animal, making all sorts of noises that no human being should be able to make. You claw and scratch at the sheets, or at yourself, as the pain wrings itself out through bodily expression. The tears won't stop. You don't know why. All you know is that it hurts, it really and truly hurts, and you think if it goes on any longer, you're going to die. Right there. Bleed out on the floor. So you grab up your phone, and you call someone at 4 AM, and you beg them to please just make it stop. You bury yourself in books and movies because at least then you can imagine something else than yourself. You read nonstop. You have to have your fix. It's like an addiction, no, more like a life support machine. Otherworlds, fantasies of happiness, and real experiences that aren't your horrible existence become the iron lung keeping air flowing in and out. You are alive because you can stop thinking for a while. Your friends come over to comfort you. Their stories keep you sane and well, like dialysis for all the toxins in you. Your mind has failed at being independent, and now it relies on a thousand little machines to keep itself running. You rely on one machine until another comes to save you. You read books until your friends come by. You stretch out your time with friends until you have to bury yourself in a movie again just to keep the thought of real-life away.

It feels like untamed anger. Your friends can't keep this up forever. You fall further and further, and you eventually start dropping commitments. You have become That Person, the flake that everyone knows will back out. People start getting annoyed at you, annoyed at how they have to spend so much time just keeping you afloat, annoyed at how often you're causing them trouble by constantly disappearing and backing out of appointments, and so on. Your workplace gets annoyed at your lack of productivity. And then you can't take it anymore, and you want to scream at them, grab them by the throat and shake them because IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT! You start having twisted fantasies, the ones where you walk up to that person who keeps telling you he can't do this anymore, you're just too unreliable, putting a gun to your head and pulling the trigger. Just to make him know, for once, that FUCK HIM, your problems are REAL, DAMMIT, REAL, and he better FUCKING RESPECT that. And when you're gone, he'll fall to his knees and cry, and he'll say, he wishes he had understood, that he didn't mean to be so unkind, and the scar on his heart from his own failure will remain fresh and knotted for eternity. And then you shake yourself out of the daydream, and you wonder why you have turned into such a horrible person, someone who even considers ending their own life just to spite another human being. Then it creeps back in, the knowledge that the world is getting fed up with you...and the cycle begins again. You start thriving off these daydreams, because at the very least if you can't be happy, you can throw caution to the wind and get the petty, oddly satisfying revenge buried under all those layers of morality that are becoming worn and flaking away. It's just a fantasy, right? And it helps pass the time...

It feels like forever. You have forgotten what it's like to truly be joyful. You can imagine it, but it's not really you in those thoughts. This is who you are. This is your life. This is you.

It feels like you have only one thing truly under your power: your existence. You cannot choose what life throws at you. Your brain and body have betrayed you. Your friends have worn away, and you've fled from your job and any commitments you have.

It feels empowering. You can jump whenever you want.

But he accepted you the way you are. He never reproached you for negatively influencing his mentality or life, even though you knew he felt it too. He always listened to you, he was with you even at 2 in the morning when you were crying on the bathroom floor with your knees to your chest, and you knew it wasn't right. It wasn't right for him to go through, basically, what you were going through. But no matter how much you told him you could do it without his help, Max was coming back more insistently than ever.

He came up with the idea to start therapy. "You have to find out why you feel this way. Go at least once, see how it is, if you don't like it or feel that it doesn't help you, you will give up, okay?" That was a year and a half ago.

The psychologist gave you a diagnosis from the first session: Major Depressive Disorder. Sure you knew what the three words meant, but you didn't know what it meant to have a label on your condition.

"A major depressive disorder is characterized by one or more of these depressive episodes. the diagnosis of major depressive disorder requires depressed mood or anhedonia which is the loss of interest in pleasure and five or more signs or symptoms for the SIGECAPS mnemonic for a 2-week period. (SIGECAPS) Sleep Disturbance, loss of Interest, feeling Guilty, feeling fatigued and low in Energy, having decreased Concentration, decreased or increased Appetite and been agitated and slow and having Suicidal ideation."

It sounds incredible to you. Suicidal thoughts? Not everyone has a thought, somewhere, behind their mind 'What if I disappeared?'

You were prescribed Prozac and Zoloft and it helped. You weren't always sad anymore, you could go to the races with Max and support him as a normal girlfriend does. You apologized to my friends who tried to help me and whose lives you made impossible and you managed to get back to work, from home anyway. Sure, you still had moments when you felt like you weren't 100% yourself but not like before. You did therapy twice a week and the psychologist was happy with your evolution.

But being the stupid ass that you are, you stopped taking the medication. You took the last pill on Friday. Because you were fine. You felt ok, everyone around you told you you were better, you were doing amazing, so you were cured, right? Or so you thought. Saturday was normal. Sunday was not. Your mood and energy were very low. You woke up at like 2 in the afternoon. That is not unusual for you. You’re used to it. You were sad. You were exhausted. You knew that feeling like this was “no excuse” so you tried to force yourself to do it anyway. Typical of your life. You feel like you had already taken so much off work because of the triple-header, you were for three weeks attached to the hips with Max.

The only thing you thought of was dying. And that terrified you. And Max senses something was wrong. But he didn't want to tell something and ending up being wrong and you being upset by his misinterpretation. But, yes, he sensed that you were becoming your old self.

"Hey, babe," he snapped you out of your daydreaming. A tragic one, where you were finally at peace and Max was crying for you. You were on the verge of crying yourself at the mere image of Max in your head. But you pushed it far from your mind, somewhere in a dark corner for you to find it at an appropriate time to fantasize about your dying. "How about we go to a picnic? It's sunny outside."

Yes, the wheater was amazing. It was finally summer and you could go outside and spend some time with Max. But your brain literally is tricking you into thinking you don't deserve to enjoy the sunny day. Why? You don't have an answer.

"I'm not really in the mood, Max. Sorry."

You are not in the mood. That was his affirmation. You are not ok.

"You feeling good?"

"Yeah. Just tired I guess."

"But you just woke up."

You shrugged. He was right. You just woke up, so why do you feel like you were carrying a ton of bricks on your shoulders? You couldn't walk. You almost felt like 18 months ago. And that is when it hit you. And Max, at the same time.

"Still taking your meds, I hope."

Silence. Your mind was like overcrowded and you couldn’t take it anymore. You grabbed your head and pulled your hair because you wanted it to stop. You were thinking that you didn’t know what to think. You didn’t know how to think. You didn’t know how you felt. You were like anxious-depressed-angry-miserable-irritable all in one. Your head was spinning with thoughts. Thoughts were talking over thoughts. So fast that you couldn’t even make out one complete sentence. It was just too much for you to handle. You just wanted someone to kill you.

Max came to you and he hugged you so hard you thought he could crush your bones right there and then. You calmed down eventually. But now you were embarrassed. Because Max saw you, again, at your lowest. Because you promised you'll get better, and for a while, you were better, but now you are fucked and back into square one. All those money on therapy and your pills, for what? For you to stop taking them because you thought you were feeling better? Well, you definitely were not ok, nor you'll be. So, yeah, being fucked sounded good.

Max brought you the medicine and a glass of water. Taking the pills again? For what? The pills only fuel the feeling that everything is fine and that you are a normal person. Nothing was good and you were not a normal person.

But you took the pills. And you looked Max in the eyes and you wanted to die. He seemed crushed. He was sad, devastated, maybe angry but definitely disappointed. In you. Because maybe you don't realize this, but while you were doing good, he was doing great. He knew you could be on your own so he stopped worrying that much, and that could also be seen in his driving. He was winning more races, he was at his best and now he was at his lowest. Because you were at your lowest; co-dependency and shit.

"I'm sorry, baby. I thought I was doing well enough to stop taking the meds," you say in a broken voice but the tears are yet to appear. He stroked your hair and kissed you on your forehead.

"You should have told me. You don't have to go thru this alone. I am here."

"Yeah, you are here. But you don't have to be!" you snapped. Irritability, one thing your depression came with. "I am just a burden for you. And no, this does not come from the fact I stopped taking my pills. You took care of me like I was a child, and, fuck it, you don't deserve this."

"Stop talking like this, alright? If I would suffer from depression you would have done the same thing. You would have taken care of me. Or am I wrong?"

"You are not wrong. To be honest, I don't think I would be here if it wasn't for you, but I don't want you to be. It's obvious that I would never get better. This is me. I am fucked in the head, half wishing I was dead and I am just bringing you down."

"Don't tell me this is a fucking break up, Y/N." he narrows his brows and looks at your features to make sure you were being serious.

“I’ll leave, and the world will move on. I just wish I could see it. See how much better everything is when I’m gone.”

"What the fuck are you talking about? Is this a break-up or a suicidal vocal note?"

You broke down. Crying can be cathartic and healthy, but if it goes on too long it can lock your body in a feeling of despair. Even if your mind works through the problem that caused the crying, because your body is still feeling the physical effects it will cause your mind to revert to the negative state. It's not sadness. It's dread and paralysis. You had a certain feeling of emptiness and purposelessness.

“You’re good at finding things. Find me a reason to stay,” you say between sobs.

"You want me to find you a reason to stay alive or to stay in this relationship? To be frank, I can name a thousand reasons, but it all depends on you."

Max hugs you from behind and you lay your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat that was stronger than ever. You allowed yourself to inhale Max's scent, a soothing scent you could get drunk on.

"I want to believe you love me. I mean, I love you and I consider you the love of my life, you know? We are so young and I know it doesn't feel like it, but I promise you, I'm gonna marry you someday, even if right now you don't think you're gonna make it till tomorrow. So, yeah, this is reason number one," he said and pressed a kiss to your cheek. "This is not the worst you have been through in life. Remember where you were 18 months ago; you had no idea what was wrong with you. Now you know and you know you can be better. I know you get sick of those pills, but maybe, in the future, you won't need them. Isn't that exciting? This was reason number two," he said and pressed another kiss to your cheek. He was going to do that every time he would give you a reason. "Have you been to all the beautiful places around the world? Sure, you came to a few Grand Prix, but you never saw Great Ocean Road in Australia, you know Daniel promised he would take us there someday. You never saw Pamukkale in Turkey or Japan in Cherry Blossom season or the Blue Lagoon in Iceland. There are many places you need to visit, baby. So, yeah, this was reason number three. I don't know if you want me to continue but I can give you one more reason. Reason number four. Do it for you, baby. You deserve to live and be happy. I know you can be happy and I promise you I will do my best to help you. You just have to take it one step at a time. You just have to let me in. Let me help you, baby."

You turn around, facing him now. You loved him, with all of your heart. You love him for who he is. You love him because he literally came into your life as your lifeline. You love him because he helped you crawl up the deep bottomless abyss of depression. You love him because he had the patience and the audacity to bear with your depression, anxiety, and panic attacks, your phobias, your mood swings, your temperamental and short-tempered nature, your overthinking, your being overprotectiveness, and possessiveness. You love him because never once he thought of giving up on you in your hard times. You love him because he stands by you like a rock of unwavering support and he’s someone you can fall back on. You love him because he listens to you talking non-stop about your past, your pains, your fears, and your losses without complaining even once. You love him because he rediscovered you and helped you find yourself again when you were lost in darkness. You love him because he filled you with confidence and hope and strength and belief and determination. You love him because he believes you are the best when you set your mind on something and no one can stop you from achieving your goals. You love him because he is protective, caring, understanding, loving, and easy to be with while never being too suffocating or taking up your space. You love him because sooner or later he does everything you ask of him and does with his whole attention. You love him because whatever endeavor he engages in, he likes to give his 100% and hates doing half-hearted things. You love him because he can decode the nuances in your voice and judge your mood just perfectly. You love him because he read you like an open book and he can hear your silence. You love him because he never doubts your loyalty, your intentions, your hard work, and your million issues. You love him because no matter how busy he might get he never forgets that you are waiting for his message or his call. You love him because he keeps you in his priorities. You love him because he gave you a passion you never knew you had. You love him because he very strongly believes that you deserve the best of everything. You love him because he is empathic, kind, magnanimous, thoughtful, and down to Earth. You love him because he has eyes for no one but you. You love him because he wants to see you healthy, wealthy, prosperous, famous and he wants you to hold back at nothing, for no one, he wants you to be a Go-Getter. And most importantly you love him because no one ever loved you like he did.

"I will let you in," you say and you kiss him hard. "I'm sorry for the scene I caused."

"Don't be. It happens."

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cinnamonest · 3 years

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I feel like I’ve found my kin, I fell in love with Kakashi when I was like 8 LOL. Can I request some general yandere Zoro headcanons btw? I loved/still love him too 😶

Yes you may ahhh!!!! I love Zoro so much. I love writing for fandoms like this bc shounen anime are... Well, shounen, they're aimed at dudes, so they tend to not have as large of a female audience so there's not a lot of content out there. I love Luffy and there's like zero girl-targeted content for him. I swear I've spent so much time looking for wholesome, decent LuNa (my otp im sorry i just hhhh) doujins that aren't super male-oriented, and there's like... 2. For a 900+ episode anime. 2.

I also love the concept of a yandere in a situation where they CAN'T kidnap you, they're limited by their circumstances, so they have to kind of adjust or go insane. It's an interesting dynamic because it eliminates the norm for yanderes.

I think I mentioned this but I'm not 100% caught up with one piece (I mean, who is?), so I'm just keeping it simplistic and going with kinda basic Zoro and nothing with specific character developments or any spoilers other than his backstory

Yandere Roronoa Zoro (One Piece)

Tws: all the usuals -- yandere, noncon, kidnapping

He meets you while he's lost. I'm sorry I just. Zoro gets lost in the middle of some place they're docked, and you're just such a sweetheart, you see this guy clearly not knowing where he's going, and offer to help him. He's kind of taken aback by your softness and sweetness.

He's not easily made aware of his own feelings. He's a rough and tough sort of guy, and he has dedicated himself to swordsmanship so much that he's neglected to focus on himself and his interpersonal relationships, and he's not really self aware at all of his own feelings, very out of touch with his emotions.

Obviously, even if he tries to shove it down, Kuina weighs heavily on his mind in relation to you. He's another man that has known loss and it's dealt its damage on his psyche. He can't lose another person who's dear to him again.

This results in him becoming insanely protective, one of the most protective yans out there. He's easily one led into paranoia delusions regarding your safety. However, he's an honest and reasonable guy and can be level-headed when confronted. If someone (not yourself, as he thinks you're naive, but maybe another girl like Nami or Robin) tells him he's being overprotective and exaggerating about your safety, he may actually have a moment of self-realization and admit to it. He's capable of being reasonable enough to see it once it's pointed out to him. However... this doesn't stop him. He tries, really, he genuinely tells himself that he needs to stop. But his instincts just kind of take over. It's an impulse, to stop you from doing even the most slightly dangerous things.

Once you join the Straw Hat Crew, he just kinda... clings. It's a silent presence, but he's always there, constantly seems to show up wherever you are. Unfortunately, you can't really... get away from him per se. You're kinda limited to one ship, at least as long as you're out on the sea. Your only option for respite is going to your room or bathing, otherwise, he's gonna follow you, even if he's not saying anything and (very badly) trying to feign indifference, pretending you just happen to be going the same way all the time. He doesn't really know what to say, he's not good with these things, and often he's acting without really thinking too much about it. He won't usually strike up a conversation, he just... is there. Watches. May awkwardly ask a question or make a passing comment.

One scenario I imagine is you jokingly picking up one of his swords and wielding it around giggling and he just flips out, takes it from you and yells at you not to do that, are you an idiot? Do you want to trip and fall and have that impale you? Do you realize how easy it would be for you to slice your arm open by accident? It's startling to both you and anyone watching -- even for someone who gets yell-y as easily as him, it seems like an overreaction. He'll apologize but insist it's a safety thing, really.

And he really tries to hide his more... aggressive nature, because he thinks it will drive you away -- he's a blunt, tough guy with a short-fused temper, and he thinks that's definitely not something women like very much. He tries not to yell at you, not get mad so easy, keep his calm better around you, and might even be nicer to others so that you don't think he's mean. And for the most part, he can manage that. Except when it comes to a very specific, very problematic blonde crew member. His little conflicts with Sanji get worse, to even a point that he's snapping at him so frequently that even Sanji himself is a bit bewildered and caught off guard by it. The others notice they fight a lot more often... and Zoro always seems to instigate it, picking quarrels over the littlest things. In reality, he's afraid of the other's... sleazy nature. He can't have you falling for that bastard. He even starts to get jittery when you're in the presence of Franky, Usopp, hell even Luffy of all people. It's noticeable, and everyone kinda worries for him.

He kicks himself for it as soon as he does it, but he finds himself insulting you nonetheless. It's a terrible habit. He gets so awkward and flustered that it's second nature for him to say something snarky or even rude when you talk to him, and he immediately is just mentally screaming at himself for doing so. This will get a bit better with time, though, if you two talk more often.

Now, even if you can fight, you're never gonna really get the opportunity. In battle, he's clinging to you and protecting you at every moment, even if it costs the others some unnecessary wounds. It's highly uncharacteristic of him, and they notice. He won't leave your side, insisting that you're a weak fighter and that he has to take care of you. You just don't get it, you overestimate yourself, you underestimate your enemies, you're a girl. What, Nami and Robin? Well, they've been at this much longer than you, and they had rough upbringings. You're different. You're soft... fragile. You just can't see it. You're lucky he's here to protect your dumbass.

Due to your setup, well, he can't really kidnap you per se. He undoubtedly would if you two were somewhere else, in another life or another setting, but that's not really an option, and even as a yandere, he would never go so far as to kill or abandon his crew. So, he's stuck with just... slowly, slowly mentally deteriorating.

Now, he's not capable of kidnapping, he's not smart enough to really manipulate you into anything (although he WILL tell you that some of the other guys are out to use you), so, he's left to be the guard dog he inevitably becomes to you. If you avoid him, he'll just follow you. If you don't talk to him, that's ok. If you confront him, he'll just insist he has no idea what you're talking about, and you'll start to feel like maybe you're just paranoid. The others... don't really know what to do, to be honest. I can see Nami/Robin potentially confronting him, but in the end, they can't force him to change his behaviors, and they can't afford to lose him. This results in, gradually, everyone slowly kind of accepting your dynamic onboard. They feel bad for you, really, but... in the end, Zoro's just more valuable to the crew. Sorry. They're not gonna get rid of him, but they don't want to get rid of you either.

If you leave? It may just be one of the very very few things that could ever cause him to leave the Strawhats. It would tear him up, really, it goes against his dreams, his pride, his loyalty, but in the end... his loyalty is first and foremost to you. He'll follow you if you leave. It's a bad move on your part, because this gets rid of the only thing standing between you and kidnapping. Which, at that point, surely will happen. Like his other behaviors, he'll feel bad, he'll try and stop himself, tell himself it's wrong, but you'll end up bound in some dark basement nonetheless. He's one to take a very simple approach. Find you alone, sling you up and over his shoulder and carry you off before anyone can come.

Rejection doesn't faze him. No matter what, he'll remain by your side. Even if you never love him in return. It's just his nature, he's a guardian through and through.

In the end, he'll be right there by your side, scaring off any competitors, clinging to you like glue, ever in your presence like a shadow, forever. Whether you want him to or not. He's just an inescapable force, an unmovable object, and you're wasting your time trying to change your fate.

Now, he's very flustered with anything sexual. Highly embarrassed, lots of shame, and doesn't talk much about it. It just kind of happens. He doesn't talk much during, mostly grunts and the occasional fuck when you clamp down, occasionally asking you if you're ok, if it hurts, if it feels good. It's one of the only very soft sides of him. In the end, he really, truly loves you, and doesn't want to hurt you, he wants you to feel good and just love him. It's a very different side to him, one no one else has ever really seen, it's the most vulnerable he himself has ever been with another person.

He feels shame for it, but initially he'll definitely be one to steal your things, sit outside of your room at night, listening to you through the wall, try and get glimpses of you bathing or dressing. He really, really feels guilty, and he's one that will, once you're comfortably restrained and never going anywhere, just sit down and list out every nasty little thing he's ever done regarding you, just to get it off his chest. He understands if you react badly, and he'll apologize, which is a bit ironic considering how much worse kidnapping you is.

He'll apologize for that, too. He's actually one to do so a lot. He's normally a proud guy, but with this? He knows it's wrong, he knows it's fucked up. He knows he can't stop. And he'll be sorry to the moon and back. Just never sorry enough to stop.

He's actually a pretty vanilla guy. Hand-holding missionary type. And, despite being so embarrassed over it all, oddly romantic about it. It's one of the only things he's ever soft and gentle about, it's almost unbelievable to you that he's capable of being so gentle and slow with anything. But he'll kiss your forehead, really take his time with it all, make you cum on his fingers before ever actually fucking you. Hold your hand, look into your eyes. It would be honestly incredibly sweet if it weren't... you know, taking place in some dark sealed off room after dragging you there against your will.

If he's particularly mad, he can get rougher, but he'll apologize after. It's a lot of harsh grabbing, biting, it leaves bruises that he'll rub over softly, whispering an apology, even if a little part of him likes the way it looks on you.

#lena's asks #yandere x reader #yandere zoro #yandere one piece

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skellebonez · 3 years

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With the prompt list, how about someone seeing MK with Monkie King with number 15?

Picking prompts back up with a nice dose of Dad Wukong! I needed some fluff! This is set in *shrug* post-season 2 because despite us only having 2 episodes so far I’m going to pretend season 2 wraps up just enough to give us a hook for a possible 3rd season but everyone is doing ok. For now. I just want everyone in the show to be safe and happy dang it!

Oh god, you’re just like your dad.

"Where to next?" MK asked, looking around the shopping district in excitement. It had taken him so long to convince Sun Wukong to actually join him on a day of just hanging out, outside of a couple short trips to the Anti-Gravity Arcade, and he wanted to cram as much into the day as humanly possible. "Video game store? Cheese tea stall? The new bakery, th-!?"

"Whoa, Bud, slow down!" Wukong eased with a smile. "We have all day. We can go wherever."

"And you’re sure you’re doing good?" Despite the Monkey King's soft tone, MK couldn't help but practically vibrate in equal parts excitement and worry. "There aren't too many people or anything?"

His concerns weren't unwarranted. Sun Wukong had been nearly completely isolated for centuries, company kept only with the monkeys of his mountain home and the odd outing into the world outside. And, of course, online correspondence with his lawyer after a time. Typically he was transformed in some way, a butterfly or bird or cat or something easy to blend in, and though he had made a couple short stops in a human disguise in the past. A quick drink here, a bun or fruit cup there. Nothing that required more than a quick transaction, however.

Now he was in the city, Wàn Qiān Chéng, in that human disguise and staying around. In jeans and a t-shirt and jacket (that MK was genuinely shocked to know he owned, until he realized that they were all branded Monkey King merchandise... including his jeans). Surrounded by people and cars and all manner of things the Monkey King would typically avoid. Despite the gradual introduction to being out and about MK was trying to ease him into, he couldn't help but worry that it would be overwhelming.

"Like I told you before, I'm doing fine!" Wukong put a hand in MK's hair, ruffling it gently with a soft smile.The sudden contact was... well, not that unusual actually. Nor was it unwelcome. The Monkey King always seemed to be a tactile person after all. "But, uh, now that I think about it I am getting kind of hungry. There was a little food stall pretty close by that I’ve been to a few times..."

“Oh, yeah!” MK exclaimed in glee, any place that his mentor frequented (however rarely) must be somewhere nice and he absolutely wanted to experience that! “Lead the way!”

Wukong laughed at MK’s exuberant response, smile softening as he indeed lead the way. “It’s, uh... actually the only place I’ve gone to for food when I’m checking in on you. So don’t be surprised, they’re going to recognize me.”

Ah, that made sense in MK’s mind. Had this been a few weeks ago MK might have been surprised to know that he was being checked in on, Heck, if this was before the Lunar New Year festival he would called anyone who told him a liar. Sun Wukong was not protective of him and he always left MK on his own because he trusted him!

And that last statement was very correct. Wukong did trust MK, more than enough. He knew he could handle just about anything that he would have gotten thrown at him. But not protective was a lie. Maybe it was Macaque, or maybe it was the Spider Queen, but after a while something in his mentor changed. He went from being aloof but helpful to being nearly non-existent (and when MK learned exactly what he had actually been doing he was not happy) and then “I’m just checking in, Bud, my dude, my student who I am not at all protective of what are you talking about” upon his return from his “vacation”.

Wukong trusted his student to handle himself. But that didn’t mean he didn’t worry about him now that the full extent of the danger he had put him in was known. And while some parts of it had been frustrating at times (he had been way too eager to stay at the Noodle Shop at first for Pigsy’s liking) it was kind of nice to have him around in just a casual way. Like when they watched the fireworks.

But beside that point, they finally arrived at the food stall. It was a street vendor, the booth decked out in bright colors and rows of food on offer, mostly...

“Baozi, should have known,” MK chuckled. The Monkey King didn’t make a lot of food at his home, but he made more than enough. Baozi was one of his favorites. “Well, they have got to be good if you keep coming back!”

“They’re not the only reason!” Wukong replied as they stepped up, the lady vendor doing a double take before smiling wide at him. “Hey!”

“Mr. Cheung!” She smiled wide, turning her full attention to the customers. “Well isn’t this a pleasant surprise, you’re a day early! Would you like your usual vegetarian order again?”

“Yes, please!” Wukong’s smile was wide, and if his tail had not been wrapped around his waist MK was certain it would have been swishing wildly. He’d clearly gained some kind of rapport with the vendor of this stall if they were on a “human disguise name” basis. “And, uh, something for my bud here too. Doesn’t have to be vegetarian for him though.”

“I’ll take whatever you think is tasty!” MK stated excitedly, nearly bouncing on his heels in the spot.

"Oh god, you’re just like your dad," the vendor laughed out with a smile as she turned away from them, and Wukong froze beside MK in response.

MK froze in response.

The Monkie Kid was almost certain he had never seen his mentor go this still. Ever.

" Oh no, he's n-"

"He is, huh!? Peach doesn't fall far from the tree!" Wukong laughed almost giddily and almost excessively loud, suddenly wrapping an arm around MK's shoulder and reaching around with his other arm to ruffle his hair once again. “He’s kind of embarrassed anytime someone points that out.”

MK could hear the vendor chuckling and responding with something else, but he couldn’t really understand it as he mulled over what Sun Wukong had just said.

“He is, huh!?”

He didn’t deny the vendor’s assumption at all. He just... went with it. Sun Wukong... just went with someone assuming MK was his son...

He barely paid attention when they were handed their food, the vendor insisting that since he was such a loyal customer that it was free of charge for finally introducing his son to her. Wukong did not deny it again, making pleasant conversation for a short while before they headed off. Wukong’s free hand was firm on his back as he led him away.

“Bud?” Wukong said once they were out of earshot, his tone oddly soft and uncertain for someone of his status. “That uh... I mean... you see... I wasn’t expecting her to just...”

“Have you been bragging about me like I’m your kid to a street vendor every time to check up on me?” MK asked softly, unable to keep the hopeful tone out of his voice.

“... maybe?”

“... you adopted me and you didn’t tell me?” MK asked with half joking offense in his tone, pointing his baozi at his mentor. He couldn’t keep the smile off his face as he said it.

And it seemed that somehow the combination of the way he said that and his exuberant expression drove the Monkey King into a fit of laughter that drew the attention of many passersby.

(The baozi were, as expected of a place that Sun Wukong would frequent, some of the best that MK had ever tasted in his life. Though, perhaps, they were made all the tastier knowing that he was eating them with someone who he had long secretly considered a father figure to him who had seemingly adopted him without meaning to.)

#i have one alias name for sun wukong and i am sticking to it #monkie kid #lego monkie kid #gen fic #mk #Qi Xiaotian #monkey king #sun wukong #dad wukong #this relies on some possible assumptions about episodes that don't exist at the time of writing #BUT I CAN DREAM #prompt fill

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imagine-lcorp · 3 years

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What We Talk When We Talk About Love (One Shot)

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Some domestic Lena Luthor making coffee in a college shirt and shorts a morning after. R comes and hug her from behind. They spend the day inside or venture somewhere public. Some cute, fluffy and carefree Lena Luthor in love, please.

A/N: Hi guys, I’m still aliveee! Heres another beautiful request, thanks to the anon that sent it and happy late valentines, hope you can still enjoy this one tho is a lil bit short. Still ,let me know what you think!!

Lena Luthor x R//Word Count: 1,007

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You don't think you will ever get used to it. To the perfume and warmth that lingers on your bed, to the smell of that exotic coffee once you wake up, to the music playing low from the kitchen as you walk towards it. To the sight that comes to grace your mornings so often it makes you certain this is a dream. It feels surreal. Too good to be true.

But she's there, standing beside your kitchen counter and serving two cups of coffee, fresh from the pot, dressed in nothing but an old college shirt and a pair of shorts you're not so sure are yours anymore.

"Morning." You mutter over her shoulder as you wrap your arms around behind her.

Lena jumps a little as she feels your body pressing against her back but smiles too as you settle your head over her shoulder. "Hello, sleepy head. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes." The words come out of your mouth a bit slurred. "I always do when you stay with me."

"I wonder why would that be." She hums and you chuckle softly, remembering the night.

Even through all the tiredness in your minds and bodies, your hearts had ignited as they always did when you were close to each other, making worries fall along with your clothes, leaving you and Lena bare and hungry for each other's touch. Burning lips, trembling legs, the marks of teeth and nails. Morning aches that made the waking of day even better.

"Got any plans for the day?" She asks you, placing her cup on the counter before turning to look at you. Her hands find her way up to your face, her thumbs and fingers caressing your cheeks and neck.

There's a couple of things you must do for the day but you hope you can stay for a little longer, although you know very well Lena's workaholic tendencies prevent you from staying in bed until noon.

"What 'bout staying in bed for a little longer?" You venture, wrapping your arms a bit tighter around her waist.

"Mmm, tempting." She chuckles.

"Is that a yes?" You pout.

"Well, I was thinking we could go out for breakfast."

"Or we could stay and I could make something special for you."

"I know you would, but I think your pantry will disagree." She says with a raised brow.

It is only then that you sight in defeat, remembering there's a long list of groceries posted on your fridge.

"Ok, I'll tell you what." Lena smiles as if she has been reading your thoughts and gives you a quick kiss on your lips. "Let's order a little something for breakfast, then we can out to get some groceries, and you can make me something special for lunch. How does that sound?"

"Like a very sensible plan." You nod slowly with a serious face that turns into a smile.

You spend another couple of hours in your bed, talking about your day, your friends, your week, making out and failing to watch the next episode of your favorite series at the moment. Breakfast comes and between bites and light kisses you decide where it would be best to go for lunch, and once you finish breakfast, you dress for the day. Lena makes it her personal mission to dress you up, and you're more than happy to oblige. Business woman Lena Luthor suddenly turns into the creative fashion designer of your closet. It amazes you how well she manages to pull an outfit out of your messy clothes. Soon you're out and ready to head out for the day.

You hold hands all the way to the market, never letting go. It is silly, Lena knows, but she laughs every time you have to rise your intertwined hands to let people pass under them. Some look annoyed, others don't even care, some others smile and let you be, cheering for the young folks in love.

However, a shocking revelation makes you stop at the entrance of the market.

"What do you mean you have never done this before?" You look like a dear caught in the headlights and Lena can't help the shy smile that forms in her lips when she confirms such declarations.

"I never had to do it. There was no need for that in the Luthor Manor when you had someone else to do it."

"Okay, uptown girl. Let's go then, to your first ever trip to the grocery store. C'mon." You say holding her hand once more and walking inside.

It makes you happy that, for a change, you are the one to teach Lena something new, even if it is something as mundane as grocery shopping. You watch as she takes this as a new project, looking at the grocery list meticulously and looking around the store the way a snipper searches for their next target. She frowns in concentration, and you think that is the cutest thing you have ever seen in your entire life.

You head back to your apartment, walking slowly on the sidewalk, holding each other's hands and carrying your groceries. The morning traffic doesn't bother you as much as it usually does since Lena and you spend the whole walk in your own little bubble. There's a shiny smile in Lena's face when she mentions the many projects she's been working on in the company. She also looks at you with so much pride when you talk about the things you have done.

When you reach home, you leave the bags in the kitchen and she helps you unpack everything.

"So? What's gonna be for lunch?" She asks and you smile.

"According to the plan, something special." You say. "Let me surprise you."

"You always do." She plants a kiss on your cheek and you look at her feeling like this is it, the thing poets and singers and artists talk about when they talk about love.

But, you think, that's just life when you have Lena Luthor by your side.

#lena luthor #lena luthor imagine #lena luthor imagines #lena luthor x reader #lena luthor x you #lena x reader #one shot #what we talk when we talk about love

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wrenhyperfixates · 3 years

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Stay the Night

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: Your fear of thunderstorms leads you to invite Loki to stay the night at your place. Warnings: none A/N: Happy reading :)

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It was raining. No, that was an understatement. It was pouring; torrents of water attacked your house. You thanked the powers that may be for letting you get your leak fixed last month. You didn’t mind the rain, not really, but this was just depressing. And the strength of the storm was a little scary, too. The claps of thunder seemed to rattle the very foundation of your house, and you jumped a little every time. There was only one thing making the relentless downpour bearable. Loki.

“Darling?” he asked, concern lacing his voice. “Is there something wrong?”

You tried to relax your visibly tense body. “Yeah, I’m ok. Totally fine.”

He looked unconvinced, but kept his skepticism to himself. No need to pry, he supposed. He took your hand in his and used his thumb to rub circles on the back of it. He hoped it would help calm you. There was a time he never would have been so bold as to initiate contact, but you changed that. You’d shown him it was ok to do. With you it was, anyway.

As another boom of thunder filled the air, you squeezed Loki’s hand tighter. He gave you another concerned look. He wasn’t very fond of thunderstorms himself, and he wondered if the same thing was plaguing you. The thought reminded him of his brother, and then the Tower. He really should be getting back home, but how he so hated to leave you, his precious mortal.

You’d met him one day in the Tower. You were the receptionist on the first floor, and more often than not, Loki chose just to teleport in and out. At that time, it had only been a month since you’d gotten the job, and you’d yet to see the god. For whatever reason, he decided to use the front door that day. You stopped him as he tried to walk through the security measures without checking in.

“Excuse me, sir,” you’d said. “I’m going to need to see your Tower ID.”

“Oh, darling,” he’d said. “I do not think I need any verification. Perhaps I should introduce myself. I am Loki of Asgard.” He’d bowed and placed a kiss to the back of your hand.

“And I’m in charge of this reception desk,” you’d replied, puffing up your chest and blocking his way. He laughed a little. “And I need some ID.”

“Very well,” he’d sighed. As he searched for the little card, you let out a breath of relief. You’d never had this trouble with any of the other Avengers. He finally found it and presented it with a charming smile. “Aha! Here we are, darling. Are we all good here then?”

“Yup,” you said, swiping him through. “Have a nice day, Loki of Asgard.”

“And to you too, but I do not think I caught your name.” You gave it to him, and he’d repeated it with yet another smile. “I look forward to our next meeting.”

“Me too,” you responded with a shy grin back at him.

He made sure to always use the door after that, usually waiting until he got to the desk to pull out his ID, giving him a chance to chat with you. Your friendship quickly blossomed, and you both developed feelings for each other. Not that either of you would admit it out of fear the other wouldn’t feel the same.

Right now, he would just teleport home, since your friendly face wouldn’t be there to greet him with a smile. He didn’t really want to go, but he also didn’t want to overstay his welcome. You hadn’t given him any reason to think he had, it was just his nature to believe that was so.

“I had better take my leave before it gets too late,” he told you, making to stand up.

“No!” you shouted with an unexpected urgency. “Uh, what I mean is that you shouldn’t go out in this storm. Why don’t you stay the night here? If that’s not weird, of course.”

His heart beat a little faster as you desperately clung to his hand. Of course he could tell you that it was no trouble; with his magic, he wouldn’t have to set foot outside. But he could tell this was about something more than you were saying. Besides, who was he to turn down some more time with you?

“It is not weird at all, darling,” he replied, getting comfortable on the couch once more. “It sounds like a wonderful idea. Thank you for the offer.”

“You’re welcome.”

He brought his arms around you and hugged you to his chest, gently running his hand up and down your arm in what he hoped was a comforting gesture. From the way you relaxed against him, he supposed that it was. As the episode you were watching finished, you flipped through the channels and landed on the Food Network. The food on the screen caused an embarrassingly loud grumble in your stomach, but Loki just beamed at you.

“Are you hungry, darling?” he asked. “Perhaps I could make us a snack?”

“I’m the host,” you replied, with a shake of your head. “I should be providing the food.”

“How about we make it together then?” he suggested. “What would you like?”

“I’m craving nachos right now, if that’s fine with you.” You were met with a blank stare. “Do you not know what nachos are?” you exclaimed in disbelief.

“I am afraid I do not,” he chuckled. It never ceases to amaze you how there was always some other new Midgardian food to introduce him to. “I will gladly try them, though. You will have to take the lead on the cooking, of course.”

You nodded your head and led him to your kitchen, pulling out the ingredients you’d need. You cooked the chicken while Loki cut up the tomatoes and lettuce. You instructed Loki on how to prepare the rest of the toppings while you melted the cheese on the chips. All the delicious aromas filling the kitchen only served to make your stomach growl louder. You sheepishly giggled as the both of you loaded up the plate with everything you’d made.

“Are they ready, then?” Loki asked. “Should I try it?”

You excitedly nodded yes. He picked up a chip with all the toppings on it. He sniffed at it before closing his eyes and taking a delicate bite. His eyes shot open in excitement as the flavors exploded on his tongue. He quickly polished off the rest of the chip.

“It is delicious, darling! You are quite the talented chef, you know.”

You shifted your weight, never sure how to react to a compliment. “Thanks, Loki. You are too.”

He gestured to the plate, and you took your first bite. As you stood at the counter, chatting and eating, you almost forgot about the storm raging on outside. Well, that was until you finished the dish, and thunder sounded once more, the rain attacking with a revived fury.

“Do you wish to go to bed now?” he inquired, mistaking your masked fear as exhaustion. “I hope I have not kept you up.”

“No, not at all,” you were quick to reassure him. “Actually, I want to stay up a while longer. We could even make a pillow fort! That is if, uh, if you wanted to.”

“That sounds like a splendid idea, darling.”

You’d introduced him to the notion the first time the two of you were up late together, and he’d taken to it immediately. You’d suggested he should be the prince of the fort, but he’d insisted that you take on the role of monarch. He did the same now as you gathered the pillows, blankets, and cushions, setting to work building your haven on the floor and couch.

“Well, darling,” he said, leaning back and pulling you with him, “I think we did a pretty good job.”

“Even better than last time,” you agreed.

As you turned the TV back on, you found you were more interested in studying Loki’s face than watching the movie he’d picked. He was so beautiful, down to every last detail. Realizing the sheer number of times his perfect, pink lips had formed the word darling made your heart skip a beat or two. He’d been saying it since he first met you, but it was different now; softer, more caring. He thought what was actually a thrill induced shiver was a sign that you were cold, and carefully draped a blanket around your shoulders, holding you even closer than before.

“Are you truly feeling alright?” he fretted. “You are not feeling ill, are you?”

“No, Loki. Don’t worry. I’m totally and completely fi-”

Thunder cut off your sentence once more, and you whimpered, confirming his suspicions from earlier. Before you could explain the involuntary reaction away, Loki cupped your cheeks and looked deep into your eyes.

“Darling!” he exclaimed. “You are afraid of the thunder.”

“I am,” you wailed, burying your head in your hands as his arms wrapped around you. He held your head to his chest, rocking back and forth ever so slightly. “I am. This is so embarrassing.”

“Nonsense. I am rather terrified of it, too. Far too many unpleasant memories of Thor’s temper tantrums and combat training,” he grimaced. “Does it carry the same kind of horrid association for you?”

“Mhm. When I was a kid,” you said, taking a deep breath, “a bolt of lightning struck the tree in my front yard. It fell over, and the entire house was soon engulfed with flames. My family and I were all ok, but it was scary.”

“And understandably so!” he comforted you. “I am so sorry you went through something so horrid. I promise you are safe here with me, though. I will never let anything harm you.”

You lifted your head and looked into his eyes, only to bury it back in the crook of his neck at another clap of thunder. He rubbed your back again and comfortingly shushed you as you whimpered more, reassuring you that you would be alright. That he would make sure of it. All of a sudden, that was the only noise you were hearing. Well, that and the TV. Everything else went quiet. You dared to peek up, and saw Loki smiling at you, but with concern in his eyes.

“What happened?” you asked, perplexed by the sudden silence of the storm outside.

“I have cast a spell. A bubble of silence of sorts,” he replied. “It is a talent I developed for when things get really bad.”

“Thank you. It’s perfect.”

“You are welcome,” he whispered as you snuggled closer to him. He placed a kiss to your head and immediately feared he’d overstepped. “I am sorry, darling. I hope I have not made you uncomfortable.”

“On the contrary,” you said, pecking him on the lips, “I wouldn’t mind more.”

He recovered quickly from his shock and moved to kiss you again. It was sweet and gentle, yet you were drowning. Drowning in his scent, his taste, his everything. But you didn’t mind. If the air was taken from your lungs, this was a good way to go.

“I love you, Loki,” you said, a radiant smile gracing your face.

“And I you, my darling.”

As you kissed again, you thought that thunderstorms might not be that bad, after all.

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angryschnauzer · 4 years

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Waited So Long

Summary: As an actress in her mid 20′s you had been lucky enough to get the roles you pushed yourself for, but one role in particular needs a scene you have no experience with; a sex scene, and you co-star is surprised to discover you are still a virgin even though you are in your mid 20′s. But he’s willing to help with whatever you need.

Trope: Friends to Lovers, Co-stars to Lovers Pairing: Henry Cavill x Female Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, loss of virginity, oral sex, fingering, vaginal sex, protection/condoms.

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Waited So Long

Henry sat at the large table, grinning and laughing as the rest of the cast had finished reading through the latest episode’s script. Everyone was in a good mood and that was down to the fact that tomorrow’s shooting schedule required just you and Henry, meaning that everyone else got a three day weekend. But… but you were just staring at the script. You knew it had been coming, but to see the words in front of you, the stage descriptions, it was overwhelming.

The Netflix special was ten episodes of a sci-fi series, and you played an alien warrior. Henry was the plucky human astronaut that had been aboard the International Space Station when it had been sucked into a black hole and had ended up on the far side of the universe. Eight episodes into the filming schedule and the pivotal sex scene was about to be included, and that’s what was clouding every thought in your mind.

You were far from naive, you had no issue with your costume or even the nudity - you were after all painted purple with patches of ‘scales’ in strategic parts - but it was the fact you had a small secret that was making you so nervous; you hadn’t ever actually had sex.

You were already mid 20’s, you’d been through university and stage school, worked on broadway and the London west end, you’d modelled for artists and had always put your career first. Relationships had just fizzled away after the first couple of dates because of your acting schedule… and that is how you found yourself not only a virgin in her mid 20’s, but one that had never even laid in bed with a partner, been close, felt the weight of a lover on top of them… anything at all.

The producers called it a wrap for the read through, and the sounds of chairs scraping on the floor filled the room. As people shot their empty plastic bottles into the trash you felt your stomach lurch, quickly leaving the room, finding the disabled bathroom and running to the toilet, the contents of your stomach very quickly coming back up.

Finally empty, you sat on the floor and rested your head against the wall, your mind spinning. A quiet knock at the door made you open one eye, watching as the unlocked door swung open and a familiar face peered round;

“Are you ok?” Henry asked, his bulk almost filling the entire doorway; “You’re not coming down with something?”

You shook your head;

“No, just umm… nerves… haha…” you laughed rather awkwardly.

Stepping into the room, he sat against the opposite wall, leaning forwards to hand you his half finished bottle of water;

“... about tomorrow?”

Taking a sip of water you nodded;

“Bit pathetic really, isn’t it?”

“Not at all. Is this your first onscreen love scene?”

“Yeah”

He sat forwards, resting his hands on his knees as he thought pensively for a moment;

“Are you going out with the crew tonight?”

“No. Can’t really face it”

“How about I drive us back to the house and order some chinese and talk things through? This isn’t my first love scene but I remember the nerves. We’ll get everything out in the open so the air is clear ready for tomorrow, yeah?”

Nodding, you watched as he stood, holding out his hand for you and helping you to your feet.

The drive back to the shared house that most of the main cast members were staying at was fun, Henry having linked his Spotify to the stereo, firing up a playlist of old school pop with an eclectic mix of metal. By the time he rolled into the large driveway that the rental house had, you were both yelling out the words, laughing and grinning.

Once inside you excused yourselves to go shower, twenty minutes later finding Henry in the kitchen. His hair was wet and he wore a t-shirt and pair of sweatpants as he looked over the chinese menu;

“What do you fancy?” he asked and you tried not to blurt out what you were thinking, because even though you may be a virgin, your thoughts were far from pure.

Looking over the list he had already scribbled down, you pointed to a couple of dishes, watching as he added them to the list before dialling for delivery.

Pushing your plate away you stretched out and groaned. Still shovelling egg fried rice into his mouth, Henry pointed his fork at your plate;

“Roo dun?” he asked, his cheeks full like a hamster.

“Help yourself!”

He eagerly dumped the rest of your lemon chicken on top of his rice, jabbing at the pieces;

“Hey, about tomorrow… you really don’t need to worry. It’s just going to be you and me, and three other people”

Taking a sip of your beer you quietly snorted;

“That’s still three more people that would ‘usually’ be there… and four more than i’ve ever experienced”

He paused, setting his fork down and you could see his mind working through what you said;

“So uhh, it's been a while…?”

“To be honest, it's been never”

It was like something short circuited in his brain;

“Never never? Like, never?”

Putting your beer down, you fiddled with the label;

“I’m a virgin. I’ve never had sex. I’ve never even slept with anyone”

There was an awkward silence, the air tense before Henry finally spoke;

“Is it a religious thing?”

You shook your head;

“No. I just have been so wrapped up in studying or working or being on stage… I would get two dates into a relationship and some big opportunity would come up. I would get blinkered and end up ghosting guys without even realising. Ambition got in the way of a love life…”

Henry took a deep breath;

“Ok. So you know i’ll be covered up… down there i mean… and so will you… so there won’t be any slips or anything. I won’t be inside you or anything…”

Cocking an eyebrow you scoffed;

“Henry… I know you won’t be inside me. We studied sex scenes at stage school. They gave us the practical run down of what happens. It's lots of rubbing and grunting. I just need to go watch some porn again to figure out what to grunt…” you took a sip of your beer; “... and you probably wouldn’t fit inside me anyway… it’s not like anything has ever breached that hole”

Henry sat with a wide eyed look on his face, his jaw hanging slack;

“So you… you’ve never even pleasured yourself?”

“Of course i have!” you threw a prawn cracker at him; “I’ve just never…. You know… had internal stimulation…”

“Wow” he muttered quietly, shifting in his seat; “So…” he started again but then stopped, his brain seemingly unable to string a coherent sentence together.

Finally he cleared his throat;

“So there’s never been any on set stuff?”

“Nope. Usually I run through my lines for the next day, check the schedule, the set and makeup call times. I guess the one bonus about all of this is that there aren’t any lines for tomorrow”

You both knew that the scene had been set up without dialogue, mostly from Netflix’s instruction because any erotic scenes can cause havoc with sensors in some countries when it comes to subtitles.

“What did you want to do now? Do you want an early night? Watch a movie? Talk? You want me to lay on top of you?” he asked, picking his now cold plate of food up and dumping the leftovers in the waste disposal.

“Yes” you replied far too quickly.

“Which part?”

“All of it”

With the TV in the main living area out of action thanks to a rather rambunctious game of ping pong a few weeks ago, the pair of you had moved to Henry’s room. An hour into the movie and it was far from your thoughts, instead you were in the bizarre situation where Henry was literally laying on top of you as you had a conversation. The feeling of his weight pressing against you was at first a surprise, he was thick with muscles for the role, and with probably 200lbs of human pressing you against the mattress you had found you would have to shift now and again. Finally you found a position that was comfortable, and as you chatted about life you found your legs had naturally parted to allow him to lay between them, his stomach pressing to yours, his face inches from your own;

“This is literally how we’ll be spending our day tomorrow you realise” he quietly pointed out

“But there will be grunting too… plus some thrusting… it’ll probably get your ass in the gossip magazines as best ass in hollywood again” you teased him, knowing that the nudity he’d done in previous shows and movies had earned him a lot of attention thanks to his rather peachy behind.

Henry pushed up a little, poking a finger to your breasts;

“Oh yeah? Well these will earn you a whole legion of fans, you have an awesome pair of tits”

“Pfft, they’re just average”

“They’re good enough to give me a semi” he countered with a crooked grin on his face, using his finger to just tug at your neckline, exposing a tiny bit more skin.

You shifted beneath him without even realising you were doing so and that’s when you felt it, a growing hardness pressing against your abdomen. Your eyes went wide as you stared up at him, the mix of emotions showing on his face;

“I’ll get off…”

“No!” you instinctively wrapped your legs around his, leaning your head up and pressed a kiss to his lips. He let out a grunt of surprise and you felt him tense, before he softened, his lips following yours as you pulled rested your head back on the duvet beneath you.

His lips were soft and plump, and as he rocked his hips against you again this time you felt he was getting harder. Instinctively you gasped, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You may not have had sex before but you had kissed, and your tongue danced with his as hands started to explore each others bodies, fingers seeking out skin as t-shirts were tugged up to expose heated skin.

Pulling your shirt over your head he admired your naked chest, the pattern on your top having hidden the fact you were without a bra;

“Oh yeah, even purple these’ll be popular”

With a smirk on his lips and a wicked grin on his face he lowered his mouth to your naked torso, taking one peaked nipple between his lips to suck on it, his hand cupping your other breast. As he worked his magic your body responded, the wetness between your thighs soaking through your clothing, the subtle movements of your bodies rubbing together making your arousal almost uncontrollable. Winding your hands into his dark locks, the soft hair curled around your fingers as he looked at you, pressing a trail of kisses down your sternum until he reached your leggings;

“Can i continue?” he asked quietly, watching as you nodded your head;

“Yes… please…”

As he pulled your leggings off he pressed kisses to the heated skin that he revealed, never breaking eye contact;

“So here’s what i’m going to do… first i’m going to get you to cum with my tongue, i’ll slip it just a little inside you so you can get used to the feeling, then i’ll gently tease you with my fingers; find that g-spot of yours as i’ve been assured a g-spot orgasm is completely different from a clitoral orgasm…

“Fuck…”

“Yes, that’s the third thing…” he grinned at you; “Once you’re nice and ready, and really really wet i’m going to make love to you… so you can practice your moans for tomorrow…”

He shed you of the rest of your clothing before softly grasping your legs and pulling them apart, revealing your virgin core. Tender fingers parted your petals before his tongue swiped a wide stripe through them, and the sound that emerged from your throat startled even you.

“You like that?”

“Yes… oh my god, please do that again!”

“With pleasure!”

“The pleasure is all mine…”

“Henry?”

“Yes?”

“Please shut up and get on with it” you grinned at him, before he dipped his face back between your legs and went to town. His tongue was seemingly everywhere, grunts and moans as he worked you open, and when he slipped his tongue into the ring of muscle at your entrance your eyes shot open and you giggle-moaned at the unfamiliar but not unpleasant experience. When a finger found your clit you relaxed again, laying back and enjoying the pleasure he was selflessly giving you.

Gripping at the bedcovers you found your hips started to move on their own, only for Henry to press a strong arm across your stomach to hold you in place, pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm. When it finally did hit your body reacted instinctively; your legs wrapping themselves around his head, your back arching and your fingers almost tearing through the fabric of the sheets, before you finally went limp. As your mind was nothing but stars a muffled voice came through the haze of your post orgasmic bliss;

“If i could get some oxygen…”

Not realising your legs were still firmly wrapped around Henry’s head, you quickly released him, his head popping up from beneath your thighs. His cheeks were flushed red and his chin was wet, and it took you a moment to realise you were the cause for the wetness. He wiped his chin with the back of his hand before standing and grabbing a bottle of water to pass to you;

“You’re gonna need to rehydrate after that…”

You went to take the bottle from him but the bulging tent in his sweatpants distracted you, your hand pausing mid air before Henry laughed;

“Drink first, then you can play with it”

“Oh… I… “

“Drink”

Taking the bottle you sipped at the tepid liquid as he lay on the bed beside you. When you’d finished he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to his firm chest before kissing you softly;

“Are you ready for round two?”

“Can i touch you too?”

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth before he nodded, watching as you eased the elastic of his sweats down and his heavy cock sprang free. Your jaw fell as you took in his size, but before you could overthink it he pressed a kiss to your lips as his hands wandered between your thighs.

Reaching out you wrapped your fingers around him as his own slid between your folds, dancing over your clit before he pressed a single digit inside you, your eyes going wide and your hand squeezing him involuntarily.

“Does that feel good?”

You nodded;

“Yes, a little strange that i’m not in control, but i think that’s what makes it even more exciting”

“That’s good… now, how about another finger?”

Nodding again you bit your lip as he slid a second finger in alongside the first, your eager hole stretching around his digits. Instinctively you had started to move your hand up and down his shaft, doing little more than gentle movements, but soon the pair of you got into a rhythm, working together to leave your breaths in time with the others.

“Doing so well for me… so wet. Shall we try a third?”

Nodding you let out a quiet ‘uh-huh’ as he repositioned his hand, carefully sliding three fingers into your soaked velvet channel, and the noise that came from your throat was base and full of sin. When his thumb started to rub against your clit while he continued to work three fingers inside you the spring in your belly snapped and you were coming hard, shaking around his hand.

As you came down from your high Henry carefully withdrew his fingers, salaciously licking them clean before he got off the bed and went to the drawer in the little cabinet, pulling out a condom.

“Oh… i’m on the pill…” you blurted out; “You don’t have to… In fact i’d really like to feel you, you know… bare…”

Tearing the packet open he grinned at you;

“I get that… but you’re gonna be in makeup in less than 12 hours” he knelt on the bed as he started to roll the latex down his angry dick.

“Umm yeah?”

“Well its something you’d only know from experience, but it can take up to 24 hours for a guys cum to fully leak out of you”

“Oh…”

“And your costume and makeup gets pretty intimate, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah…”

“So you want Iris in makeup to be able to smell my cum dripping out of you when she’s painting your snatch purple tomorrow?” he said with a grin on his face, rolling the condom down fully before positioning himself between your legs

“I gotta be honest, the idea that someone realises i’ve had sex is kinda kinky” you craned your neck up to kiss him as you felt his dick notch at the entrance to your cunt; “But you’re the expert here”

“That i am… Let me show you just how much of an expert…”

With a smooth roll of his hips he pushed into you and the feeling was indescribable, in fact it was so overwhelming you screwed your eyes shut, willing the tears not to fall, but Henry simply held still, kissing each one of your tears as they fell down your cheeks until you were ready.

“Breathe babe… just breathe… it’s overwhelming i know… i understand…”

Opening your eyes you gazed up at him, smiling as he leaned down and kissed you softly.

“Are you ok?”

“Y-yeah…”

“You want me to keep going?”

“Please… oh god please”

“Gonna make you feel so good”

He carefully pulled his hips back before pushing into you again, seemingly getting deeper before pulling out again. Soon you were lost in the moment, feelings both physical and emotionally almost overwhelming you again as your body was taken to new heights of pleasure, Henry seemingly knowing exactly how to make the moment special for you.

Your body reacted in the best way, the tight spring inside you curling ever tighter, until with just the right roll of his hips he tipped you over the edge and you were coming hard, your body squeezing him so tight he knew he’d found heaven whilst you saw stars.

Whilst you were in the haze of your orgasm you heard the most beautiful moans, and felt as Henry came deep within you. As soon as he stopped shaking he wrapped his arms around you tightly, pressing his face to your neck as he cradled the back of your head with his massive hand, pressing soft kisses to your heated skin as you both basked in the aftershocks of your intense orgasms.

Finally Henry pushed himself up to bear his weight on one arm, sliding his other hand between your bodies to hold the condom in place as he carefully pulled out of you;

“I’m just gonna get rid of this… stay here”

You watched his peachy ass as he quickly mad his way to the bathroom, hearing water running before he reappeared moments later with a damp washcloth. Sitting delicately beside you he carefully cleaned you up, and when he was finished he pulled the duvet over your naked body as he quickly got rid of the cloth and joined you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you to his chest;

“Are you ok?”

“I think so… Did i make a mess of your bed?”

“No. No blood”

“Really? I thought…”

“If you’re relaxed enough you may not bleed… or you may have simply ruptured your hymen just through every day life. A fall, tampons, strenuous exercise… didn’t you do a horseriding movie a couple of years back?”

“Y-yeah…” you cast your mind back; “Now you mention it, there was one really long day when i’d spent all day shooting a galloping scene with jumps… i just thought my period was coming early, and i had this really dull ache in my lower back… i guess that makes sense now…”

“So… you’re good? Feel ok about filming tomorrow?”

You nodded;

“Yeah, i’m good. Thank you” You looked up at him and saw he was chewing his lip nervously; “What?”

“I was wondering… you know… after we’ve finished filming tomorrow… did you want to go to dinner with me?”

“Like a date?”

“Yeah… hey i understand if you say no… that you want to concentrate on your role and acting…”

“No! I mean yes!” you took a deep breath; “I’d love to go to dinner with you”

He pressed a kiss to your cheek before you settled on his chest, his strong heartbeat beating beneath your ear as you let your eyelids drop and you fell asleep in his arms.

Iris tutted as you fidgeted;

“Will you stand still? I need to get these scales on!”

“Sorry Iris… just a little sore…”

The older woman looked up at you as she held the patch of purple scales prosthetic and grinned;

“Well its about time” she nodded to the various bottles and jars that were on the counter; “Make sure you take the coconut oil when you leave tonight, it’ll help get the adhesive off without pulling on any bruises”

You looked down at Iris and smiled;

“Thanks Iris”

“Was it worth it?”

“So worth it”

#henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x you #henry cavill smut #henry cavill fanfiction

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whatisthiswritingthing · 3 years

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Start of Something New - Lindsey Horan x Reader

A look into Lindsey’s growth after her time in France.

Note: might be a little cliche with the podcast having just come out, so let me know...

By now in Lindsey’s career, most people knew about her time in France, they knew the general story; how she was body shamed by coaches and staff, how she overtrained, or how dangerously restricted her diet became while there.

Very few people knew the extent it affected her though or how even so many years later the impact and power it held over her mental health. Most people didn’t take the time to notice it or maybe Lindsey had just gotten really good at hiding it, good at pretending it didn’t still have this control on her.

Y/N wasn’t anything like anyone else she had ever met though. The things she saw, the things she noticed, they weren’t things anyone else ever noticed. Y/N would drop an apple or granola bar onto her bag when Lindsey wouldn’t eat enough that morning. Would offer to be her running partner when Lindsey felt she hadn’t worked hard enough in training. When she smiled, Y/N always knew if it was genuine, saw the way her eyes squinted because her smile was so large, her dimples on full display. Y/N knew the way her eyes would shine when Lindsey spoke about those she cared about, her family making then shine brighter.

Lindsey loved how shy Y/N got around her, how deep her blush turned when they would make eye contact. It made Lindsey feel powerful in a way she couldn’t explain, her confidence skyrocketing that she could make Y/N react that way without even trying, that all it took was smile.

They started as friends, subtle friends. Their friendship didn’t require them to be bus buddies or sit at the same tables for meals or spend days off together. But Y/N was always there for Lindsey, watching, observing, knowing. She would check in on Lindsey, bring her a water bottle during breaks, drop an extra dessert she knew was Lindsey’s favourite at meals, letting her squeeze her hand during acupuncture.

The midfielder knew she would need to be the one to make the push the shy girl. But even though Y/N made her feel confident and powerful, she couldn’t bring herself to do anything more than smile. Because while she felt confident, Lindsey couldn’t let her past go, couldn’t let the insecurities so engrained fade. So, she didn’t. Didn’t push, didn’t encourage.

But Y/N stuck around, continued to remind Lindsey of how great she was in the small things. And she never expected anything in return, a full dimpled smile more than enough.

That was all Lindsey ever needed. All she ever wanted, desired, craved. Someone to be patient, to understand, to care and accept her for who she is, who she was, who she had been and no longer was. To be aware of her history of emotional abuse, her body dysmorphia, and never expect her to be fine when she wasn’t.

Y/N’s patience and stubbornness was what got them to where they were now, a fresh and shiny new relationship. They had walked up to their shared room after a photo shoot for the release of the new kits and Lindsey was quiet the entire walk up. As soon as they walked into the room, Lindsey had pulled the new kit off and pulled her biggest sweater and sweatpants she could, burrowing herself under the comforter.

Y/N moved gently throughout the room, she glanced at the silent blonde in the bed, Lindsey faced the wall in front of her, eyes squeezed shut.

It was only four in the afternoon, but Y/N turned off the lights, rummaged through her bag, before setting her phone up to stream to the TV and then settling onto the bed next to Lindsey, remaining on top of the covers.

Y/N sat silent while she pulled up The Office, scrolling until she found one of Lindsey’s favourite episodes. Lindsey sniffled, and pulled the sheets tighter to her face. Y/N glanced towards her but didn’t say anything. A couple more minutes of silence and Lindsey slowly shuffled backwards under the sheet, stopping when her back touched Y/N’s thigh.

“Is this alright?” Lindsey mumbled into the sheet.

“Of course, Linds,” Y/N reassured her, twisted slightly, tucking the sheet under Lindsey’s chin.

Lindsey reached out from the sheet and blindly patted around for Y/N’s hands. Y/N saw the hand and took it in her own, letting Lindsey pull it under her own chin. The midfielder played with Y/N’s fingers before slowly rolling over, head sitting on the pillow next to Y/N’s hip. There was space between them now, but Y/N made sure her body language was open and inviting, arm up on the pillow, legs uncrossed.

The midfielder squeezed her eyes shut again, tears leaking out now. Y/N was being so patient with her, was physically opening herself up to Lindsey. She shuffled herself closer again, nose pressing into Y/N’s side, hand stretching up to play with the strings on her hoodie.

Y/N slowly brought her arm down, resting her hand closer to Lindsey’s shoulder, but still not touching her.

Lindsey smiled when she felt the vibration of Y/N giggling at the show. She shifted herself closer again, lifting her head to rest on Y/N’s hip.

“Is this alright?” Lindsey asked again, her voice muffled by Y/N’s sweater.

“Of course, Linds,” Y/N smiled, reassuring her again. Lindsey smiled to herself, her body flushing, she couldn’t believe Y/N was allowing her to do this, was allowing her to come to her as she needed, as she was ready. Y/N was handling her the way someone would handle a kicked puppy, soft and tentative, letting them come to her, letting Lindsey feel safe on her own terms.

Lindsey reached up again, searching for Y/N’s hand to guide it to rest on her shoulder, after placing it, she went back to playing with the sweater strings.

“I hate photo shoot days,” Lindsey started, voice tinged with frustration, “and new gear days. It’s the same every time. See what fits and doesn’t fit, see how everyone looks so fucking good in everything. And then there’s me,” she began to trail off.

Y/N gently scratched her nails into the fabric of Lindsey sweater, the dull pressure easing her mind, shuffling herself even closer.

“What about you Lindsey?” Y/N whispered, taking one of the sweater strings and flopping it to hit Lindsey in the face.

Lindsey scrunched her nose at the action, letting out a sigh, “Then there’s me, I look ridiculous, nothing fucking fits well,” her grip tightened on the fabric on her chest, “I, just, fuck-“

She cut herself off, frustrated tears beginning to leak out, turning her head to try and hide them against Y/N’s stomach.

“Can I tell you something Lindsey?” Y/N asked softly, hand shifting up to scratch into the baby hairs at the base of Lindsey’s skull. She waited until she felt a small nod against her stomach before she continued, “if you need me to stop, tell me or tap me, something to let me know if I go too far, ok?” she waited for another nod before starting.

The way Y/N said it so delicately, but with so much conviction, Lindsey had no doubt Y/N would stop as soon as Lindsey wanted her to.

“You are Lindsey Horan. And you are so much more than any number on a scale, on a jersey,” Y/N started to list, pausing when she felt Lindsey’s sharp intake of breath, when she didn’t ask to stop right away, she continued, “you are more than soccer statistic, body measurements, clothing sizes, or calories. You are more. You are this,” she tapped a single finger to Lindsey’s forehead, “and this,” she slid her hand down, pushing it between their bodies and rested her palm above Lindsey’s heart.

Y/N paused and let Lindsey process what she said, waiting to make sure she hadn’t crossed the line. Lindsey could feel more tears building, she tightened her grip but didn’t pull away. Y/N pulled her hand out from between them, Lindsey’s hand latched on before it could get too far away.

“Shh, hey, I’m not going anywhere,” Y/N guided their hands back to her chest, letting Lindsey twist her fingers around the strings again, leaving her own resting on top of her wrist.

“You are Lindsey Horan,” Y/N started again, tapping a finger on her wrist as she said her name, “you are strong and resilient, and you have not let your past define you or control you; you grew from it and continue to prove every single one of them wrong and show everyone how incredibly powerful you are. Lindsey, I could go on and on for all the things that you are that aren’t physical. Because you are one of the most dynamic, unbelievable people I have ever met.”

Y/N stopped again when she could feel Lindsey’s grip tighten again, she kept her eyes on Lindsey, watching for any additional discomfort.

Lindsey shifted, turning her head so she could meet Y/N’s eyes. She could see how earnest and genuine Y/N was looking at her, that everything she had just told her she fully believed to be accurate and true, just pure honesty.

“And every time I see this smile and this dimple,” Y/N moved her hand to rub her thumb over it when Lindsey gave her a small smile, “I can’t help but smile with you, your happiness is contagious.”

Lindsey began to move herself against Y/N, when Y/N felt the movement, she lifted both hands to let Lindsey move freely. She pulled herself up until her length matched Y/N’s and pressed herself up on her palm. Y/N let Lindsey adjust herself as she needed, deciding what she was comfortable with. Lindsey felt too big to rest herself on Y/N like she wanted, like her size was too much for Y/N, regardless of everything she said already.

Sensing Lindsey’s hesitancy, Y/N slowly brought a hand to rest on her ribs. The pair made eye contact, Y/N could see the vulnerability shining in Lindsey’s eyes, the trust she was giving her with this position. Lindsey tensed when she felt the hand on her side.

“It’s ok Lindsey,” Y/N whispered, hand closing around the loose fabric of sweater. She held it until she felt Lindsey slowly relax, when she did, she gently tugged on it, pulling her body to rest on top of her.

Lindsey kept her eyes locked on Y/N’s, watching to make sure her size wasn’t too much, that weight wasn’t making Y/N uncomfortable.

“It’s ok,” Y/N repeated. Lindsey finally let her body settle fully on top of Y/N’s, she remained tense for several minutes. Y/N kept her hand curled in the sweater, holding her, ensuring she felt safe and heard and seen, then slowly wrapping her other arm around Lindsey’s waist.

Neither said anything after that. Y/N didn’t move, letting Lindsey take the comfort she desired, needed, craved. And Lindsey took it, gradually slowing her breathing and eventually falling asleep.

After that, things just were. They didn’t talk about it; they didn’t define it. Y/N continued to offer her silent support, Lindsey eagerly taking it all. Y/N never expecting anything in return.

A month of it, of them just being, of Y/N being a pillar of support for Lindsey, she found herself curled up on Y/N’s chest again. Neither saying anything, Lindsey having just slid wordlessly onto Y/N.

Lindsey had never felt this comfortable, this safe, with anyone. She knew she wanted, needed, it to be more than what was now between them.

“Y/N?” Lindsey started tentatively, playing with the strings of the other woman’s sweater.

“What’s up?” Y/N tucked a stray hair behind Lindsey’s ear, earning a small smile, settling some of her nerves.

“I’m not imagining this, right? There’s more than just us being friends here,” she looked away, focusing on her fingers twirling the sweater strings.

Y/N flattened her hand, fingers curling around the back of her neck, thumb rubbing across Lindsey’s cheek, “you’re not imagining anything Lindsey. I like you Lindsey, but I am willing to wait however long you need. I am willing to always give you the swirl off my soft serve ice cream because that’s your favourite part. I’m willing to accept you’re wrong and get pineapple on pizza. I’m willing to sleep on the right side of the bed because you prefer the left.”

“I am ready,” Lindsey cut her off, pressing a finger to her lips.

And it was that easy. They didn’t need to complicate it. They defined it, established what they wanted. Y/N smiled wide at Lindsey, grabbing her wrist, Y/N teasingly nipped at the finger on her lips before gently kissing it.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagines #uswnt imagine #lindsey horan x reader #lindsey horan imagines #lindsey horan imagine

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damsel-loves-machines · 4 years

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Being Donatello’s Girlfriend Headcanons

Author’s Note: I’ve been writing headcanons for a good while on my anime account, so I thought that I could try my hand on ROTTMNT!Donatello’s character for the time being. Before anyone asks, no I will not be taking requests, whether it be at the moment or at all because I feel like I would be stressed if I did. I just write whenever I feel inspiration. Thank you for your consideration and thank you for reading.

Atomic Lass who???

You caught his attention when he would go on one of his famous techno babbles and you never made the attempt to interrupt or ignore him.

Even when you didn’t understand a good portion of the diction that flew out of his reptilian mouth, Donatello greatly appreciates that you, at least, try to follow along and understand his passion.

You may or may not help him with his inventions by physically building it, but you were usually the first one to help him with gathering materials and throwing ideas into his head whenever he’s on Inventor’s Block.

Don’t think any of your ideas are stupid or unnecessary. This soft-shell turtle built a self-cleaning toothpick machine and a Anti-Turtle Ray. Anything is acceptable.

He considers you his own personal motivator.

Whenever Donnie ever feels down, and the words from his family don’t seem to work at the time, he would call on you. Whether search to you in person or just a simple phone call, the sound of your reassuring voice puts his mind at ease.

He has written lists on your likes, dislikes, hobbies, favorite things etc for research and invention purposes. It might seem concerning, but this shows how passionate he is of you and how he doesn’t want to screw anything up.

You’re his very first girlfriend and he doesn’t even want to think of the percentages of you leaving him. You have to sit him down, calm him, and explain that you aren’t going anywhere. Then suggests that you do something that HE wants to do and talk about what HE likes to do because a relationship works both ways.

You make sure he has a functional working, eating, and sleeping schedule because yes he has to go on night patrols and stuff with his brothers, but they shouldn’t be telling you that Donnie never left his lab outside of retrieving a cup of coffee several separate times since you left the other night.

You have to text/video chat him as confirmation that he is going to bed to actually sleep. You make sure that he keeps his promises because Shell-don has your back.

You can never have an at-home date in the lair.

Not that Donnie doesn’t want you there at his home because you are always welcomed there. Without question.

It’s his family that he doesn’t trust. They are embarrassing as hell.

Leo is the tease master, stating that this might be his alone chance of fulfilling his ‘embarrassing his brother in front of his crush’ goal he would always see on TV. He will even text Donnie romantic advice he found on the internet from the other room to both bug him and help him.

Raph would be the mom figure and barge into the date and ask if everything is ok and if “Do you kids need anything” every 5 minutes.

Mikey is the little sibling who would try to be included in the activities, oblivious to the fact that it was only suppose to be the two of you. (Think of the episode ‘Shell in the Cell’.)

Splinter has no shame and jokes about marriage and grandchildren with with that boisterous laughter of his.

Never again.

You know that when Donnie’s soft shell is clearly exposed to you, he trusts you with his life. So the day when you gave him his first massage had him believe in heaven for the first time in his scientific life span.

This was around sometime late at night from a long mission where the both of you were retiring for the night.

You noticed the aches in his shoulders and the occasional strained groan when he would rub his back. You offered some help in the form of a massage, eyes shining in hesitance when asking for permission because you were afraid of moving faster than Mr. I’m Afraid of Togetherness could take.

Donatello blinked for a second before agreeing and laid down onto his bed. He would recall his father soothing aches on his soft-shell with his warm-blooded, mammal hands when he was much younger, but Splinter had to be careful with his rodent nails from scratch the shell’s leathery skin.

You began at his shoulders before working on the back of his neck. Then, you slowly made your way toward the fragile shell of your boyfriend.

Donatello never fell asleep so fast in his life.

Your hands were so careful with handling pressure and so warm and soothing that it unintentionally lulled him into slumber.

Hopefully, you aren’t in a position to be trapped in his embrace when he does because if you are, you are not escaping.

Do you see his arms? Hope you’re comfortable because you might as well sleep right next to him. His snores mixed with his turtle chortles somehow put you to sleep as well, despite how loud they might be.

Put violet hearts emojis around your name in his phone.

You were his self-appointed cheerleader during the Lair Games and cheered loudly when he won.

Whenever Donnie would do something really stupid or kinda mean, his brothers would threaten to tattle on you. You’re his impulse control and the others will keep reminding him of that til the end of time.

It works damn near every time and he hates that it does.

Donnie: *does something dangerously chaotic*

The turtles (most likely Raph): “Stop it or we’re telling Y/N.”

Donnie: *reluctantly stops with a glare*

Donatello would feel so starstruck if you managed to perform or solve something with knowledge you learned from him.

You adjusted an error on one of his gadgets to get it working again? You fought a villain with his tech-bo or some kind of staffed weapon in the environment and are owning the villain’s ass?

He’s ready to marry you.

You might as well give him your ring size. He’s gonna try and find out sooner or later.

#donatello x reader #donnie x reader #donnie #donatello #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt imagine #donnie imagine #donatello imagine #rottmnt donatello x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt donatello imagine #rottmnt donnie imagine

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hello-nichya-here · 3 years

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Ok, so what in your opinion is the WORST mistake that the showrunners for Game of Thrones made in terms of content, either it's addition or redaction?

WARNING: Looooooong post ahead

Themes are for eighth-grade book reports

This absurd quote by one of the showrunners explains why exactly the show fell appart. They wanted to make a story... without themes. Anyone with a minimally functioning brain will tell that this is impossible because every story, even the simplest and least complicated story there ever, has a theme. Even a nihilistic story has a theme "Nothing matters". Every. Story. Has. A. Theme.

But Game Of Thrones didn't, at least not after the writers ran out of books to adapt and did their own thing. Everything every character did was no longer to build a narrative, but to essentially act as click-bait. The focus was to make people keep watching, not on making any content that was worth watching.

The first four seasons had it's problems, just like the books had it's problems, but Martin's writting was so brilliant that it managed to stay good even while being handled by absolute clowns. The moment season four ended was the moment the show stopped being an adaptation and became it's own thing - and like I explained before, said thing wasn't a story.

Shock

Both the show and the books had MANY shocking, heart-breaking and downright horrifying scenes: Daenerys being raped by Drogo; Bran being pushed out the window after accidentally seeing the queen fucking her brother; the whole deal with Craster and his daughters; the Dotrakhi destroying Mirri's village and her revenge against them and Daenerys; Ned's death; Melisandre giving birth to a shadow baby that killed Renly; The Red Wedding; Jeoffrey's death; Tyrion killing his father; Theon being tortured by Ramsay...

The difference is there were REASONS behind the shocking scenes Martin created. Even when you look at things like rape and torture scenes and threats of rape/torture - Martin used those scenes to remind us that the world he created is an EXTREMELY dangerous and downright vile place, and that the characters are never truly safe, and that there are WAY worse things than just being killed.

Dumb & Dumber on the other hand, gaves us scenes like an evil, former man of the night's watch evily making an evil speech to his fellow evil men, evily drinking whine from a human skull while nameless women were being raped in the background - but little does he know that Jon Snow, the hero, is about to wreck his shit. It takes something that could realistically happen (and that did happen in the books) and takes it up to eleven because the writers think shock is the same as quality and that the audience is SO STUPID that they need to practically make the actor jump out of the TV, grab us by the shoulders and scream "I'M EVIL! I'M THE BIG BAD! ROOT FOR THE HERO TO KILL ME!"

Pretty much every bad guy became a parody of Jeoffrey, ironically enough because the writers took Jeoffrey too seriously. He was a cruel, sadistic character, who had WAY too much power - but he was also a spoiled baby whose reply to Tyrion bitch-slapping him wasn't a threat, but "I'M TELLING MOM!" Jeoffrey worked because he was only allowed to do his thing whenever smarter, more competent characters like Tyrion and Tywin where not around, meaning his actions, while inhumane, never reached the point of no longer being believable.

The horrible things that happened to the characters no longer felt "right". For instance, Sansa had just been taken to the Eerie by Little Finger, who has a weird complex in which he sees her both as the daughter he never had with Catelyn AND as a replacement for Catelyn, and she was starting to truly be a player instead of a pawn... and then the writers realized "Oh shit, we should have not cut the Jeyne Pool/Fake Arya' plot, that was important" and forced it on Sansa, making Little Finger hand her on a silver plater to Ramsay and turning her into a victim AGAIN, this time to a man that dramatically fights his enemies without a shirt own, practically saying "come at me bro"

Compare this to Ned's beheading, or Catelyn and Rob being betrayed and killed by the Freys. These moments were shocking and downright depressing - but they were earned. The writting was on the wall for anyone to see: Ned was at the mercy of Jeoffrey, and the Starks had given the Freys, who are notoriously disloyal, a reason to resent them. These twists felt completely natural, were the only logical way for the situation the characters were in to play out, AND they had consequences to plot instead of just making the audience gasp and then being forgotten about.

Plot armor

It's kind of ironic and almost tragic that the show that became famous for killing characters later became the worst type of high-stakes series, putting the characters in situations they could NOT survive, not even if a goddamn miracle happened, and having them live anyway. What's even worse is that it happened repeatedly. If I had to see Jon Snow almost die and then survive anyway one more fucking time I was going to lose my mind.

There's no bigger proof that there were just no consequences for the "main" characters anymore than watching the second, third, and fourth episodes of season either. The first sets up that this battle against the night king and his army of undead is likely going to kill the majority of them, if they're lucky... and then in the third we see the plot armor in all of it's "glory", and then in the forth we find out that the Dotrakhi, who had ALL been killed, actually still have half the numbers they had the night before, somehow. Even red-shirts weren't dying anymore.

DORNE

This disaster needed it's own session because HOLY SHIT, it's a miracle/tragedy that everyone didn't go "Fuck it, I'm never watching another episode of this stupid show."

The Dorne plot in the books isn't perfect, but what the show did to it was so fucking bad that I'm pretty sure the writers didn't even read the Dorne chapters in the books, they just looked at a wiki, wrote down the names of a few characters and then did their own shitty thing.

In the books, Doran Martel is a clever, dangerous man, who pretends to be harmless so people will understimate him and step right into his trap. In the show, Doran Martel... died. That's it. I can't remember anything else that happened to him. Add him to the list of "Brilliant characters that became stupid due to shitty writing", I'm sure Tyrion, Varys and Little Finger will love making him company.

The sand-snakes, one of the main driving force of that plot, were all distinct characters in the books, with their personalities, goals, methods and motivations - basically they were created by a writer who knew what he is was doing. In the show they were all the same "character" who could be perfectly described by that horrible, cringy, PAINFUL line one of them (I can't even remember which) said to Bron "You want a good girl, but you need the bad pussy" (Seriously, if that actress ever kills the show-runners as revenge for having to say that, she'll be 100% justifyed in doing so)

And we cannot forget the driving force behind that unwatchable shit show: Ellaria Sand. In the books, the death of Oberyn made her believe that revenge only leads to more blood-shed. In the show, his death enraged to the point of wanting to avenge him and his family, and she did this... by killing his family. If that doesn't explain how insane and stupid this plot-line was, I don't know what will.

Hype = Character assassination

Many shows are based around the conflict between the bad guys and the good guys. Game Of Thrones is not one of these shows. Or at least it wasn't. As they ran out of ideas, the writers started mutilating every single character until they could be label as "Good" or "Bad", regardless of what felt right to the story and to the point that there was nothing left of said characters. Stannis's actor, Stephen Dillane, straight up said that the only thing he got from being on the show was money and that his character's motivations and decisions were nonsense - ironically enough, that kind of brutal honesty means that the writers had THE perfect actor play Stannis, and wasted his fucking time.

Here's a list of the characters that fell victims to this horrible fate: Catelyn Stark, Tyrion Lannister, Sansa Stark, Arya Stark, Jon Snow, Melisandre, Stannis, Jorah, Daenerys (bonus points for being mutilated into being both a generic, shitty "hero" and a generic, shitty "villain") Greyworm, Rhaegar Targaryen, Lyanna Stark...

Pretty much the only character who became more complex in the show than she was in the books was Cersei. While her book self was never just a "Generic Evil Queen", the show version of her was far more sympathetic, which made the stories she was part of interesting. Too bad the writers ran out of ideas of what to do with her after season six and just left her by the window drinking whine until Dany showed up to kill her. Which brings us to...

Why is this happening?

Cersei was seen as a threat in the last two seasons based on nothing but the things she HAD done. Her story just ended the very second season six did, but since she was still alive despite being one of the bad guys she had to die... I guess. She (and by extention Jaime) joined the list of characters that had nothing to do, but were still around: Davos, Theon, Yara, Melisandre, Bron, Sam, Gendry, Bran (the last one being SO unnecessary that he was cut from season five and no one noticed)

To combat that issue, the writers gave characters "motivations" that made no sense. For exemple: Sandor Clegane. His only reason to be in the show was so he could kill his brother. The problem was that Gregor was already dead. He was a walking corpse. There was nothing left of the abusive brother Sandor once knew, meaning he had no reason to fight him, and that, to keep Sandor around, the writers should have come up something new (like the redemption that book fans have been waiting for, and that has a lot of backing evidence). You might as well have had HIM be the one to randomly fly out of nowhere and kill the night king despite having no connection to him.

And since we're talking about the night king... Arya was the one to kill him. Why? Because the writers ruined Jaime's redemption arc, meaning that the only fitting ending for him was to die with Cersei, and so Arya could not kill Cersei despite wanting to, having the ability to do, AND having heard a prophecy that said she'd "Shutting brown eyes, blue eyes, and green eyes forever", the last one being the only one she had not done AND applying to Cersei. But Dumb & Dumber admitted they had no plan for this, so now that they were at the last season, they needed to do something with it, and they retconned it to mean Arya would kill the night king...

But Arya killing him meant Jon had nothing to do, so Dany had to go mad so he could kill her. To "hint" at that, they ignored all the not at all subtle foreshadowing the previous season had of Dany and Jon having a kid, and they even showed her getting jealous that he was technically the true heir... even though that made no sense since they were going to rule together anyway, and even after Dany went full "Mad Queen" she ASKED HIM TO RULE WITH HER. But anyways, he kills her and becomes king...

Except he doesn't actually become king and him being a secret Targaryen has no effect in the plot, because Bran needed to become king so there'd be a reason for him to be alive, because his magical powers turned into a plot-device. A plot-device that wasn't used at any goddamn point. Seriously, the only thing as bad as Bran becoming king was Euron's existence - dude was THE most useless villain ever AND the worst Jeoffrey parody.

A darker story (literally)

I could not end this rant without bitching about this. What is the point of spending an ungodly amount of money on sets, costumes, make-up, special effects... and then using such poor lighting that no one can see what the fucking is going on?

Anyway, this disaster of a series was so absurd it should be used as an exemple of what NOT to do.

#asks #long post #got #game of thrones #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #rape #violence #death

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