#this was actually pretty easy to write ngl
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K.SM. — LOVE AND THUNDER.
pairing. kim seungmin x gn reader
genre. angst, fluff, mutual pining, best friends to lovers, college au
warnings. food, one joke about death, they're both extremely tsundere but also extremely in love
summary. you develop a habit of breaking into seungmin's apartment during thunderstorms under pretense that you miss his company. seungmin sees right through you.
length. oneshot
word count. 5.5k+
taglist. @starlostseungmin @ilynaevis @luvhyun3 @dnadoublefelixx @seung-scrittore @jungwonize @plutominho
i.
When Seungmin opens the door at 2 in the morning in the middle of a thunderstorm to find you standing right in front of him, clad in a pair of Naruto pajamas, his first reaction is to slam the door in your face.
After all, it’s been ages since he’s been able to fall asleep so soon, and he was in the middle of an excellent dream when you decided to break into his apartment. It seems, to Seungmin, that you harbor a lifelong obligation to fuck up his sleep schedule as well whenever you can’t fall asleep, because you exist solely on caffeine and sugar and probably would break the World Guinness Record for “most unhealthy lifestyle” if that happened to be a category. He adds this to his growing reasons of why he should have terminated your friendship a long time ago.
Groaning, he scrubs a weary hand over his face, wondering what he did to deserve such a fate as to have to deal with you at 2 am in the morning.
You’re still standing by the doorway when he musters up the courage (and tenacity) to open up the door again, glaring at him. He sighs. “What do you want?”
“You’re not even going to let me in?” you demand. “Even after all these years we’ve been friends? I’m offended, Kim Seungmin.”
You have a habit of calling him by his full name whenever you want something from him, and it affects Seungmin a little more than he’d like to admit.
Mumbling a string of curses under his breath, Seungmin opens the door a bit wider to let you in. When he had woken up to an incessant knocking at his door, he had been terribly irritated. After all, what kind of psychopath would stop by his apartment at 2 in the fucking morning— in the middle of a thunderstorm too? But now that you’ve made yourself at home in his apartment, tucking yourself comfortably into his couch, he finds that he can’t bring himself to be mad at you.
He shuts the door carefully behind him and turns to look at you. “Why are you even here?”
You shrug, grinning, although you don’t meet his eyes. “Maybe I just wanted to enjoy your company.”
“Cut the bullshit,” he sighs. “It’s 2 in the fucking morning. What could you possibly want from me at this time?”
His answer comes to him shortly afterwards. A loud thunderclap tears through the atmosphere, a deafening roar in Seungmin’s eardrums.
You let out a soft squeak, hands flying up instinctively over your ears, hunching over to make yourself smaller.
The realization hits Seungmin a few seconds later. He frowns. “You’re scared of thunder?”
You look up from your hunched over position to glare at him. “Of course not. What would make you think something like that?”
Your fingers tremble as you tangle them nervously in your lap, one leg jiggling up and down anxiously.
“You’re shaking,” Seungmin notes.
“It’s cold,” you shoot back, wrapping your arms around yourself and shivering just for show. “Maybe install a heating system into your apartment like a normal fucking person? It’s like below freezing in here.”
But Seungmin has known you for years now, has learned to read you far past whatever exteriors you put up. And right now, it is undeniably evident that you are afraid. Maybe even terrified.
But it’s not like you’d ever admit that out loud. And Seungmin softens at the sight of your frightened eyes, pupils blown wide from fear. Sighing, he makes his way across the room to grab a few blankets, tossing them on your lap. You frown, glancing up at him.
“You can crash here for the night if you want,” Seungmin says. And if he didn’t know you so well, he wouldn’t notice the way you visibly brighten, lips tugging up at the corners. His heart flutters at the sight, a warm fondness settling deep within his stomach.
“Really? I thought you’d kick me out or something.”
“I’m not that big of an asshole,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You can leave tomorrow morning or something, I know you’ve got class.”
Another thunderclap rumbles in the distance, and you tense, shoulders hunching downwards. Seungmin frowns, leaning down to touch your shoulder.
“Hey,” he says. “Are you going to be okay?”
You let out a dismissive laugh, spreading the blankets over your lap. “Yah, Kim Seungmin. Who do you take me for? Of course I’ll be fine.”
Seungmin shifts awkwardly in front of you, one hand coming up to sheepishly scratch the back of his neck. He knows that you hate being fretted over, hate showing any sign of vulnerability at all, but a small part of him can’t help but worry.
“You can wake me up if it gets too bad, you know.”
Rolling your eyes, you reach up to shove his shoulder. “I already told you, I’m not scared. Go to sleep, I’ll be fine.”
So Seungmin trots off to bed, and you make yourself comfortable on his couch. And maybe it’s a bit eccentric to have an impromptu sleepover with your best friend at 2 am, but Seungmin finds that he doesn’t mind it. Not at all.
He likes you too much to mind.
ii.
Seungmin met you like this.
During his awkward middle school years, he decided to pick up photography as a side pastime. It was more of a spontaneous decision than anything else, but his mother had seemed supportive enough, and he was in a great need of a hobby at the time.
So one day, on a Monday afternoon, he made his way to the photography club meeting room, a long forgotten art studio located in the left wing of the school.
Cracking open the door, the first thing he realized was that he had most definitely gotten the address wrong. This realization came from the fact that you were standing directly in the middle of the room, a paint-splattered apron tied haphazardly around your waist, a creaky easel positioned right before you with a canvas stretched over it. You had been beautiful even then, with a smudge of sienna against your cheekbone and a ratty t-shirt tugged over your frame.
You had looked over the moment Seungmin had cracked open the door, eyebrows raising as he poked his head in. Seungmin’s mouth felt dry and as thick as cotten as he opened his mouth and then closed it again, one hand coming up to awkwardly run a hand through his bangs.
“This isn’t the photography club,” he managed to croak out. He had been terribly awkward back then, and your boldness had intimidated him.
“No,” you said slowly. “It isn’t.”
Just as Seungmin decided that he should just leave, you had bounded over the room in a few steps and grabbed his wrist, tugging him into the room. Seungmin didn’t even have the time to ask you what the actual fuck you thought you were doing before you had pushed him down into a chair.
“But now that you’re here,” you had said brightly. “Why not join the club?”
Seungmin later found out that you were the founder and sole member of the art club. In a school that primarily focused on STEM subjects, few people were interested in art, although that didn’t deter you from starting a club. In fact, if anything, you seemed to enjoy the solitude, although you also didn’t seem to mind Seungimin’s company.
This is ridiculous, Seungmin had thought. A bead of sweat gathered at his temple as you stared at him expectantly.
He gathered up the courage to tell you that this was all a terrible mistake, and that he actually had no intention of joining the art club. But instead, what came out was—
“Okay.”
To Seungmin’s defense, you had been extremely intimidating in your torn jeans and paint-splattered t-shirt, not to mention impossibly beautiful, and he simply could not find it in him to say no.
You had beamed then, teeth flashing in the sunlight as you grinned. “Great. Let me go grab an easel from the closet.”
And the rest was history. So really, meeting you was more of an accident than anything else, although probably one of Seungmin’s better mistakes. He pretty much spent every waking moment in your company after that, and the two of you had later, by some kind of miracle of chance, gotten into the same college as well.
You were just about the most stubborn person Seungmin had ever met, not to mention extremely intimidating when you wanted to be. You also collected ugly photos of him as a hobby, having established an entire photo album on your phone labeled “blackmail (seungmin ver.) :3” and harbored a strange love for cats.
(Really, Seungmin just couldn’t understand you. Dogs were clearly superior.)
But even so, you were still his best friend. And Seungmin wouldn’t have it any other way.
iii.
By the time Seungmin rolls out of bed the next morning, the smell of sizzling bacon has already filled the air.
Seungmin stumbles into the kitchen, stomach rumbling, to see you standing in the kitchen, hovering over a frying pan.
“Morning,” he rasps, morning voice husky from sleep. You turn around at the sound of his voice.
“Oh. You’re up.” Like you were expecting Seungmin to die in his sleep or something.
“Why,” Seungmin grins. “Were you expecting someone else?”
You glare at him before turning your attention back to the bacon. “I already finished frying the eggs, they’re on the table.”
Seungmin turns to see a plateful of fried eggs sitting in the middle of the coffee table. Despite your many shortcomings, you have proven yourself to be an excellent cook, and Seungmin trusts you enough to eat your food without worrying about getting food poisoning. He’s in the middle of loading his plate with eggs when you set down a platter of bacon next to him, humming tunelessly.
“Did you sleep well?” Seungmin asks, peering at you. There are dark circles beneath your eyes and Seungmin wouldn’t be surprised if you spent the better part of the night tossing and turning on the couch as the storm raged on outside.
You shrug. “Well enough.”
“You know, I never took you to be one to be scared of thu—”
You cut him off with a sharp hiss, glaring at him. “I told you, I wasn’t scared.”
Seungmin blinks.
“It’s okay to be scared sometimes, you know. There’s nothing wrong with having fears.”
You roll your eyes. “Just drop it, okay? I wasn’t scared.”
There’s a telltale flush of red against your cheeks though, which Seungmin wisely decides not to mention. Instead, he shrugs. “Fine.”
Outside, the storm has cleared up nicely. The sky is bright-blue and cloudless, no sign at all of last night’s tempest.
Checking your watch, you abruptly stand up, brushing off your jeans. Seungmin frowns. “Where are you going?”
“I’m going to be late for class,” you mutter, quickly grabbing your things and slipping on your shoes. “I have to go.”
Seungmin swallows down the bitter disappointment that suddenly wells up in his throat. You’ve both been busy recently, and this is the first time you’ve managed to meet up in a while. He sighs and nods. “Be careful, okay?”
You sigh, glaring at him. “I’ll be fine. Stop fussing.”
And then you’re out the door and gone and Seungmin finds himself alone in his apartment. Again.
iv.
Falling in love with you had been an entirely unintentional affair.
Unlike most, Seungmin remembers exactly when he fell. It had been on a Saturday morning, when you had insisted on going ice-skating with him and a few others. Seungmin, who had always hated ice-skating, agreed to go just because everyone else was going and he’d feel bored if he stayed all by himself.
After slipping and sliding all over the ice rink for maybe 15 minutes straight, Seungmin promptly gave up and seated himself on the bleachers, content to watch the rest of the group skate. He remembered watching you and Jisung skating together, Jisung’s legs stuck together anime-style as he tried his best to keep his balance. You had wrapped an arm around his waist when he tripped and fell, tipping your head back in a laugh when Jisung let out a yelp of dismay.
Seungmin remembers the exact moment. He had taken you in then, cheeks red from the cold of the rink, face frozen in mid-laugh, surrounded in all that ice, and had vaguely registered the fact that you were beautiful. And that he wouldn’t mind spending the rest of his life by your side.
It was all downhill from there. All of a sudden, it was difficult to breathe whenever you came within a certain proximity. Maintaining eye contact with you became a terribly strenuous ordeal. Seungmin found himself stealing glances at you whenever you weren’t looking, small glimpses of your side profile or of the stray strand of hair that always fell into your eyes.
Seungmin would have given anything to have things back to how they were before. Anything to release the tightness that bubbled up in his lungs at the sight of you, to relieve this awkward one-sided tension between the two of you.
But it is much too late now, he knows. So he will put up with these stolen glances and small moments of tenderness and tell himself that it is enough. That it has to be.
v.
The next thunderstorm hits a few weeks later. Seungmin watches from the windowsill as the sky rips apart, lightning tearing through the dark clouds, thunder rumbling in the distance, and wonders if you’ll show up at his doorstep in the middle of the night for the second time.
He doesn’t allow himself to hope. But he finds himself staying up anyway, arranging two mugs of tea on the coffee table even as he tells himself that this is ridiculous.
But sure enough, just when he’s about to crawl into bed and give up, he hears a knock by his door. He can barely stifle the smile that threatens to spread across his face as he opens the door to see you shivering on his doormat, eyes wide with fright.
Wordlessly, he wraps his fingers around your wrist and tugs you inside. You duck your head, almost ashamed, as you allow him to guide you to the couch.
When you’ve settled yourself into a corner of the couch, legs tucked underneath you, your eyes light upon the two mugs of tea sitting on the coffee table. A slow smile spreads across your face, eyes glinting mischievously as you blink up at Seungmin, saccharine sweet.
“Were you waiting for me, Seungminnie?”
“Don’t call me that,” Seungmin snaps, ears reddening.
You coo, wrapping your fingers around one of the mugs of tea. “How thoughtful of you. It’s green tea too, my favorite.”
“Only because I accidentally bought two jumbo packs of green teabags at Lotte Mart,” Seungmin retorts.
You grin, opening your mouth to reply, when a loud thunderclap sounds. Tensing automatically at the sound, tea slops out of the mug and splatters over your lap. Seungmin frowns, taking a step towards you, but you quickly recover, setting the mug down on the table and letting out a shaky laugh.
You meet his eyes, and although Seungmin is tempted to ask if you’re okay for the millionth time, something in your eyes tells him to allow you to have this, this small moment of obscurity. You’ve never been one to ask for things, too scared of the vulnerability that entails, never been one to depend on others, but Seungmin meets your eyes and realizes that you desperately need this— for him to pretend to see nothing when he has seen everything.
So instead of asking if you’re okay, he clears his throat. “Do you want to watch a show or something like that?”
You let out a barely audible sigh of relief, head hanging low in a mixture of shame and gratitude. Seungmin wonders when he learned to read you so well. Maybe it’s just a side effect of being in love with you for five years by now.
“Yeah,” you say. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
He comes to sit by you on the couch, logging into his Netflix account to click on the first k-drama that comes into view. And when you inch closer to him as the thunder roars overhead, leaning into his shoulder, Seungmin tells himself that this is just a friendly gesture. Platonic enough that it shouldn’t send his heart racing, pulse skipping a beat as your shoulder meets the firm resistance of his own.
That he shouldn’t get his hopes up when nothing ever existed in the space between the two of you in the first place.
vi.
Like this, life falls into a comfortable rhythm.
Seungmin starts regularly checking on the weather forecast (for research purposes only, he tells himself), grinning to himself whenever a storm prediction comes up on his phone. On the days when this does happen, he will get back home early to prepare two mugs of green tea, sitting by the windowsill to wait until he hears a familiar knock by his door.
Then he’ll open the door to see you standing on the doormat, arms crossed over your chest expectantly, and feign annoyance, as if his day isn’t made infinitely better whenever you decide to stop by to hide from all the thunder. You’ll leave the next morning, so Seungmin learns to make the most of the time you spend together.
It’s weird, but it almost feels like the two of you are running on borrowed time. There is a terrible sense of fugitivity that fills his chest whenever the two of you meet, and he can’t help but feel afraid for what the future might bring.
“Yah, Kim Seungmin,” you say one day, when the thunder is especially terrible and you can’t seem to keep yourself from trembling. “Sing something for me.”
Seungmin feels his cheeks flush, heart skipping a beat. You are the first one to ever ask him to sing; the feeling that fills the cavity of his chest at your words is entirely new to him.
“Are you sure?”
You snort. “Why, are you that terrible? I want to hear you sing.”
So Seungmin brings out his guitar from its case and sings some love song he learned a few months ago. It’s cheesy more than anything else, and Seungmin stumbles over some of the words when a sudden sensation of embarrassment washes over him, but he catches sight of your contented eyes in the middle of the song, the way your hands have unfurled from tense fists, and knows that this was a decision that was very much worth it.
He would never say it out loud, he knows, but he would give the world to see you happy, even if it means embarrassing himself to the core.
A long silence settles into the room when he finishes strumming the last chord, before you clear your throat. “So you’re not too bad after all.”
“You can just say that you’re impressed,” Seungmin grins. “You don’t have to act all aloof about it.”
You wrap your hands around your mug of tea to sip at it impassively, glaring at him over the rim of the cup. “Don’t get too puffed up about it. Since when did you develop such a massive ego?”
Seungmin shrugs. He’s used to your insults by now, the hard exteriors you put up. He likes you too much to let them get to him. The nights you have spent together have done nothing but prove to him that he is undeniably in love with you, and he doesn’t know how to feel about it all.
He finds himself missing you during the hours of the day that you’re not around, his mind unconsciously flitting to you during college lectures until the professor reprimands him in class, telling him to focus and to stop daydreaming.
He even drives you to McDonalds one night, when the shivering and shaking gets especially bad. The two of you share a packet of fries in the rain, thunder roaring overhead, fingers greasy from the fries, shoulders overlapping as you bend over the table, and Seungmin wonders how life could be so perfect in its fragments.
Seungmin tells you of college and how Minho accidentally dropped a dead frog on his lap while attempting to dissect it and the new songs he’s been learning on the guitar, and you listen, really listen, laughing at all the right places and interjecting whenever you think necessary with dry comments that never fail to make Seungmin grin.
Seungmin especially remembers one night, when neither of you could fall asleep and the thunder was especially loud, when you tiptoed into his room to sit next to him on the bed.
“Can’t sleep?” Seungmin had mumbled, turning to glance at you. You nod wordlessly, fingers playing with the hem of his blanket.
Then Seungmin had made some half-assed joke that wasn’t particularly funny but you had burst out laughing, maybe sheerly from the sleep-deprivation, and Seungmin had echoed your laughter a few seconds later.
Seungmin will keep this memory of laughter and thunder for years to come, he knows.
vii.
It’s almost a year later when he gets the news.
Seungmin knows he should be happy when he gets accepted into the hospital internship, he really does. After so many years of pre-med, it’s like a dream come true. But all he can do is stare at the hospital address in disbelief and shock.
Ulsan University Hospital, the address reads. A good 300 kilometers away from Seoul, away from you. And Seungmin knows that he should be grateful, because there are thousands of students who would have given their blood for a chance at this internship, but all he can think about is how you’ll be left all alone here in Seoul, without Seungmin to let you into his apartment at 2 am whenever there’s a thunderstorm.
Seungmin doesn’t know what to say when he meets with you a few hours later at a café. Instead, he stirs distractedly at his iced latte, purposely avoiding your gaze.
He’s about to put in his 5th packet of sweetener when you reach out a hand to stop him, glaring. “Are you trying to get diabetes?”
Seungmin sighs, and your gaze softens. Clearing your throat, you lean forward to peer at him. “So. What did you bring me here to talk about?”
A long silence. Finally, when Seungmin cannot bear the tension anymore—
“I got accepted as an intern at Ulsan University Hospital,” he blurts out, the words coming out of his mouth in a slippery string.
For a moment, you are so shocked that you can hardly even bother hiding the flurry of emotions within your eyes. Seungmin watches as the shock dissolves into regret and then a feigned happiness. You smile, although it looks slightly strained. “Congratulations, Seungmin. You’ve always wanted to get into an internship.”
Seungmin winces at the forced lightheartedness of your tone, opening his mouth to speak. But you push on insistently.
“I know you’ve worked really hard for this,” you say loudly, refusing to meet his eyes, to see the pity welling up within his irises. “So I’m glad all the hard work paid off. You always were a hard worker.”
“I—”
“I guess the nights of studying all paid off, didn’t they?” You’re just saying whatever comes to mind at this point, anything to keep Seungmin from talking. “I’m sure Ulsan will treat you well. I heard the street food there is to die for. And—”
“I’m thinking of not going,” Seungmin cuts in hastily, before you can bother saying anything else.
You go silent. Seungmin sighs, massaging at his temples.
“Why?” you demand. “Why do this? You’ve been wanting to get accepted into an internship for years now.”
“Because I don’t want to leave you here,” Seungmin says. “Because Ulsan is hours away and you know, it’d be really terrible if you were all alone during a thunderstorm. And because I like you a lot, okay? I don’t want you to be left alone without anyone to watch out for you in Seoul while I’m all the way in Ulsan.”
For a moment, you are dead silent. Finally, when you speak up, your voice is stretched thin.
“Let me get this straight, Kim Seungmin,” you say. “You would rather give up what you’ve been working your whole fucking life for just because you don’t want to leave me here in Seoul? Because what, you think I need someone to take care of me? You think I can’t take care of myself well enough— that I need some fucking babysitter to keep an eye on me at all times?”
“I never said that,” Seungmin says, voice hard.
“Sure, you didn’t say so,” you scoff. “But you don’t have to say it out loud for me to understand. What do I need to do for you to understand, Kim Seungmin? I’m not made of glass. I don’t need someone to follow me around just so that I don’t fall apart. I’m fine. I’ve always been fine.”
Seungmin feels the anger bubbling within him, seething and simmering deep within his stomach until it surges out of his throat.
“God, why can’t you just admit that you’re scared?” he snaps. “Is it that fucking hard to just say that you need help sometimes, that you don’t need to do everything by yourself?”
He watches as you balk, hurt clouding your eyes. He should stop, he knows. But now that he’s said it, he can’t seem to stop.
“You act like you’re so independent, like you don’t ever need anyone else. But you know what? I think you actually do need others. I think that you always have, but are too scared to say it. So instead, you push them away and pretend that you don’t need help. Because that’s how you’ve always been, haven’t you? Scared. But too afraid to admit it.”
“Shut up,” you say quietly. “Shut up.”
But Seungmin doesn’t.
“Why can’t you just let me do it for you sometimes?” he demands. “Is it so hard to admit that you’re scared? That you need help sometimes? Instead, you put on these petty fucking airs and push me away for the sake of your pride, as if I haven’t seen everything already. As if I wasn’t there all the times you fell apart and pieced yourself back together again.”
You are silent, your eyes dark pools of liquid as you gaze at him unflinchingly. Your shoulders are shaking, but besides that, everything within you is still.
Seungmin lets out a long exhale, eyes weary as he takes you in.
“Why can’t you just let me love you?”
The words are impossibly soft as they slip out of his lips. For a moment, you freeze, completely silent. There is a long pause where the two of you stare at each other from across the café table, until you abruptly stand up and grab your things, hurriedly rushing out of the café. Seungmin calls your name once, half-heartedly, but you don’t turn around.
He watches as you run out into the rain, water gathering in beads on your skin as rain drizzles overhead. Seungmin watches as you turn back to look at him once more, eyes unreadable in the slough of the rain, before you turn away from him.
The dividing of two stars, Seungmin thinks. Two constellations who met by mistake, and fragmented with a single whisper of a question.
viii.
When the next thunderstorm comes, you don’t show up by his door.
Seungmin tells himself that this is what to be expected. You hadn’t contacted him since the day at the café, and Seungmin is too afraid of what you’ll say if he bothers contacting you himself.
He mills about in his apartment as the thunderclaps sound outside, trying his best to divert his mind from you. He even goes as far as to put his headphones in, turning up his Spotify playlist so loud that he can hardly even hear the thunder anymore.
It’s no use.
Eventually, when he can’t bear it any longer, he hastily slips on his sneakers and rushes out of his apartment, hurrying towards your apartment. It’s only a few blocks away, but Seungmin is completely soaked to the bone by the time he steps into the apartment block. Shivering, he runs a hand through his slick hair and hurries up the stairs to your apartment.
When he gets there, your apartment door is opened ajar. This is the first red flag. You might be a terribly impulsive and stubborn person, but you always have been cautious about your safety. Hesitantly, Seungmin pushes the door aside and steps in, calling out your name.
You’re curled up in a ball on the couch, arms wrapped protectively around your torso. Whatever lingering anger within Seungmin’s chest melts at the sight of you as he quickly kicks off his shoes to come to stand before your shaking frame.
Your name tumbles out of his lips in a choked murmur.
At the sound of your name, you look up, a mixture of relief and anger flooding into your eyes at the sight of Seungmin. Your cheeks are wet from tears, and Seungmin wonders why it took him so long to finally work up the guts to come.
“Seungmin,” you whisper, voice impossibly small. And then you’re lunging forward to wrap your arms around his waist, pressing your face into his chest, and all Seungmin can do is hold you close, stroking the spine of your back with his fingertips.
“Sorry it took me so long,” he whispers into your hair. You sigh, still trembling, and Seungmin takes it as a gesture that he is forgiven.
“Sorry about all the things I said,” you say into his chest. “It wasn’t wrong of you to worry about me.”
Seungmin says nothing, wrapping his arms tighter around your frame. When the shaking finally stops, Seungmin pulls back to look at you.
“I meant what I said that day, you know,” he says, almost urgently, as if pleading for you to understand. “I know we just made up and shit but I can’t just let things go on like this.”
You are quiet, eyes searching his own as you tip your head forward— a silent gesture for him to continue.
Seungmin runs a hand through his hair, frustrated. “Because you always put up all these walls, you know? And I know you’re terrified of feeling vulnerable; I know you hate asking things of me because you’d rather do it by yourself.”
A heavy silence fills the room. Seungmin lets out a long exhale of a breath he didn’t know he had been holding.
“But fuck, it’s so hard sometimes, because all I want to do is be there for you.”
The moment the words leave Seungmin’s lips, it strikes him with how true they are. Something within your eyes gives in and collapses, and when you turn to look at him, eyes shining, Seungmin sees you, really sees you, for the first time in forever.
And then you’re tugging him down next to you on the couch, lips finding his own, pupils blown-wide as you pull him flush against yourself. And it’s all Seungmin can do to keep from grinning right into the kiss, because he’s imagined this scene for years now, imagined how perfect you would feel against him, imagined the flush of your cheeks and the softness of your lips, and yet nothing could have ever prepared him for the real thing.
You pull back after a few minutes, breathless, reaching out a hand to cup Seungmin’s cheek, headbutting into his cheekbone in an almost catlike gesture. “You should have told me earlier,” you breathe, touching your lips to his jaw.
“Or maybe you should have just made the first move,” he retorts.
You laugh, hugging him closer, and Seungmin laughs too, at the sheer absurdity of the situation, at the fact that he finally kissed you after fantasizing about it for years by now.
“You really should take the internship, you know,” you say after a while. Seungmin sighs, and you laugh. “I’ll be okay, promise. Besides, I’ll call you all the time whenever I need you. And you can come and visit on the weekends.”
Leaning forward, you press a kiss to the corner of his lips. Seungmin thinks about the nights you have spent together, the mistakes both of you have made on the way, the way the constellations fragmented and came together again just for this moment to happen, and holds you closer.
“We’ll figure something out,” he says out loud.
And he finds that he believes it— desperately, fiercely.
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》 TROPE/GENRE: established relationship (marriage), fluff fluff fluff
》 SUMMARY: It'd probably take more than one lifetime for Bucky to list reasons why he was so lucky to call you his wife. He was certain your big heart was one of them. One that grew even more with pregnancy hormones. It was sweet, how you to got so upset when they got his order wrong. Your meal was perfectly fine. But when his wasn't? Oh it was a crime.
》 WARNINGS: pregnancy, a dog named Snow and Alpine the cat, pet names (doll, baby, my love, sweetheart), emotional!r (she cries. like, most of the fic), husband!bucky being the sweetest, domesticity and just overall fluff (pretty tame fic ngl)
》 WORD COUNT: 2.5k+
A/N: this idea was super random. i saw an insta reel of a pregnant woman having mood swings over some food and then everyone was sharing their experiences in the comments and i got inspired so here ya go alksalkss. DISCLAIMER! I'm not pregnant nor have i ever been lol. I did as much research as i could but still, don't count on me to be 100% accurate.
++ ALSO this was written in just a few hours. this isn't my best work. just something i wanted to write as an exercise since i haven't written anything in months. anyways, i hope you enjoy!
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Bucky Barnes was one lucky man.
If someone had told him years ago that he was going to live in a quaint home in the suburbs, a lovely backyard space for a dog and a cat to enjoy, and that he'd be married to the absolute love of life, an angel on earth who was now carrying his first child—
He honestly would've stared at them dead in the eye, wondering how someone could make such a cruel joke.
Yet here he was, actually living it, a life that seemed so much like a dream.
Though he was quickly reminded of how real this was as he stood in the nursery, glaring at the manual that came with the crib you two had bought from the furniture store.
It looked simple enough at first—putting together ready-made pieces should be easy, right?
Wrong.
Not when you have countless amounts of screws that more or less looked the same but were actually not because each served a different purpose.
He was in the middle of figuring out how to install the legs to the main base when you walked into the room with your two bodyguards—Alpine the Cat and Snow the five-year-old Samoyed—in tow.
"How's it going, handsome?" you hummed as you reached his side, arms wrapping around his waist, your warmth immediately easing the frustration he had about this goddamn crib.
"It's…" he sighed, gesturing at the wooden pieces scattered around the floor. "Going."
You laughed at that, kissing his clothed shoulder before standing in front of him.
Bucky held your waist then, pulling you as close as he could given that your baby bump was in the middle of you both.
He honestly couldn't begin to express how much comfort and warmth covered his whole being every time he was met with the absolute love in your eyes.
And Bucky was sure his gaze shined the same.
So many people have pointed it out on numerous occasions, the twinkle in his eyes every time they land on you—his beautiful wife.
"I was thinking," you murmured, resting your hands on his chest, moving up his shoulder and down again in a sweet caress. "How about a quick break while we order some food?"
It was only about an hour after lunch, so Bucky wasn't particularly keen on filling his stomach some more.
But you, on the other hand, were nearing the end of your second trimester. It wasn't out of the norm for you to be hungry at this time, given you were eating for two. Plus, there was an added layer that your little peanut probably had some super soldier serum in their DNA—the baby's appetite could be enhanced for all he knew.
Other than that, the last thing Bucky wanted was an angry and hungry pregnant wife. So it wasn't really a hard decision to make.
"Okay, let's get you something to eat," he said.
Ever the observant person that you were, you quickly noticed his choice of words.
"For me?" you asked, brows furrowed. "You're not hungry?"
Bucky shook his head. "Not really."
Your bottom lip went.
He instantly knew he said the wrong thing.
"But I'm hungry," you murmured, eyes starting to glisten.
He could never explain it even if he tried, but whenever you got upset, your bodyguards always seemed to notice it. The two have always been protective of you and that only grew tenfold when you got pregnant.
Today wasn't an exception.
Snow barked at him, whining his complaints as he put his fifty-pound body between your legs, slightly pushing Bucky back. The furball was well trained though, so his protectiveness never went too far beyond being vocal about it. Alpine, on the other hand, was sitting a foot away, glaring at Bucky—quite the traitor given that she was supposed to be his cat, but he couldn't blame her for loving you, either—as if she knew it was his fault you were upset.
But still, Bucky wasn't quite sure what he'd done wrong.
"I know, sweetheart," he said slowly, a little confused, trying to navigate around Snow who was pawing at his leg as if trying to push him further away. "I'll order some food for you."
"But you're not hungry," you repeated, body slumping with sadness.
"I'm not," he agreed, quickly cupping your face when a tear slipped from your eyes. "But hey, hey, that doesn't mean we can't still order food for you, doll."
"No, I know," you sniffled.
"So, what's making you upset, hmm?"
You buried your face in his chest with a shaky breath as you said,
"I don't want to eat alone."
Bucky paused, pressing his lips and swallowing down a laugh because he couldn't have you thinking he was making fun of you. He wasn't. But you were so adorable it made his chest ache.
"Okay, okay," he hummed, kissing the side of your head as he rubbed your back in comfort. "I'll order something for me, too."
•••
A few minutes later, your little family migrated to the living room. You both were sitting on the couch together, the two furballs sprawled at your feet as a random show played on TV. Various take-out bags covered the coffee table, way too many for two people but hey, that's what fridges and microwaves are for.
Fondness filled Bucky's bones as he watched you settle your food on your lap, doing what he called your Cravings Satisfied Wiggle.
He couldn't contain his chuckle.
You looked at him with furrowed brows, words a little muffled with your mouth full. "What?"
"Happy?" he asked, reaching over to wipe the sauce on the corner of your mouth.
"Very much," you giggled, eyes wrinkling at the corners.
Even after all these years, the sight of your pure joy still made his heart stutter, chest growing warmer when you leaned closer with a pout.
Bucky met you halfway for a short yet sweet kiss.
"Thank you," you hummed, even though there was no need for you to thank him for ordering you food.
"You're welcome, sweetheart."
Reaching over the table, he took the one and only paper bag that was for him, because again, he wasn't that hungry.
"Oh."
"What's wrong?" You turned to him in concern.
"It's not a big deal," he reassured with a smile, shrugging because it really wasn't. "They got mine wrong."
You frowned. "You didn't get the nuggets?"
"No, they give me the burger meal," he said. "They must've misheard me.
Bucky immediately perked up when your lips started to tremble.
"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" he asked worriedly, cupping your face to wipe away your tears.
"You—" you sniffled. "You didn't get your nuggets."
Bucky pressed his lips to stop a smile.
God you were so fucking cute.
"It's okay, baby," he soothed. "I'm fine with a burger, too."
You cried even harder.
Snow and Alpine quickly stood, all alert and concerned as they nudged your leg.
"You wanted the nuggets, Bucky," you insisted, choking back a sob. "But you didn't get it."
He carefully pulled you closer, rubbing your back in comfort as you laid your head on his shoulder. "I know, but it's okay—"
"No, it's not!" you protested, all teary and frustrated, pulling away to glare at him. "You deserve to get what you want. Y-You deserve all the good things after e-everything."
Bucky might honestly start crying too with how sweet you were being.
"Oh doll, come here," he placated, pulling you in for a hug while trying to navigate the food on your lap.
He could take it away for safety, but he'd already learned his lesson the hard way. Taking food away from a pregnant woman was a death sentence.
"I want you to be happy," you sniffled, burying your face against his neck. "You wanted the nuggets and they disrespected that."
It took so much for him not to let out a chuckle. Because as much as Bucky hated to see you crying and upset, he couldn't deny how adorably funny this whole conversation was.
But you'd always had the biggest heart. Whether that was crying over those rescue animal videos, emotional scenes in movies, to feeling upset over something he was experiencing—your empathy was always high.
What more with the pregnancy hormones in the mix?
"How about I ask them to change it?"
Again, wrong thing to say.
He needed to get better at this.
"But they're probably so stressed and overworked already," you sobbed. "A-And it's about to rain. I don't want the delivery guy to get wet in the rain. T-They already don't get paid enough."
"Hey, hey, it's okay," he hummed, rubbing your back. "Will you look at me, my love?"
You lifted your head then, Bucky's heart aching at the absolute distress on your features—pout in full play, eyes a little bloodshot with tear stains on your skin.
He cupped your cheeks with a soft smile, placing gentle kisses all over your face, unrelenting until you let out a whine of protest. He stopped then, thankful to see that you'd calmed down now.
"I promise you, the burger meal is perfectly fine with me. I'm not mad or upset about it. I don't mind it at all," he said.
You took a calming deep breath and nodded. It only took a second for you to look at him sheepishly.
"Sorry I overreacted," you whispered, embarrassed.
"Hey, none of that," he lightly scolded. "All the emotions you're feeling will always be valid."
You smiled, small yet sweet, leaning in and kissing him with as much gratitude as you could muster.
"Besides, it makes me feel so honored to know that you're willing to fight for my chicken nugget rights."
"Shut up, Barnes."
•••
You and Bucky always had a nightly routine and it usually consisted of the two of you getting ready for bed in your own different ways. They were intertwined, but not exactly the same. Like you'd be doing some skin care in the bathroom while he would be brushing his teeth.
But ever since you got pregnant, your routine became more in sync.
It usually started with a bath that he'd run for you. Most of the time he'd end up joining you, the length of said bath varying since that usually depended on what mood you were in. Bucky was always at the service of meeting his wife's needs, after all.
Recently, now that your bump wasn't particularly easy to navigate, he'd helped you get ready for bed. From getting dressed to your skin care, including rubbing some moisturizer on your stomach. That part was one of his favorite things to do.
Then it was the typical things, getting dressed, brushing your teeth—this one you stopped him from doing it for you even though he was more than willing—and overall just getting ready for bed.
Once you’d settled on the pregnancy pillow that Bucky fluffed up for you, he'd sit near the foot of the bed to give your sore feet a massage while you read a book.
Tonight, right when he was in the middle of doing that, he heard you sniffle.
Bucky looked up in concern, catching you already staring at him with tears already in your eyes.
"What's wrong?" he asked, looking you over. "Does something hurt?"
"No, I-I'm okay. I just—" You cut yourself off with a sob.
Bucky quickly moved beside you, pulling you onto his lap as he wrapped his arms around your form. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, body shaking as you cried.
"Hey, hey, talk to me," he murmured against your hair. "Tell me what's wrong."
"It's just—" You let out a shaky breath. "You're always taking care of me."
"Of course, sweetheart, you're my wife," he said. "And not only because it's my duty as your husband, but because I love you so much."
That made you cry even harder.
"I l-love you too, so much," you sobbed. "But I haven't been able to take care of you lately and that's not f-fair."
Bucky felt his heart grow as if it wasn't already bursting at the seams.
How could someone be so selfless and sweet?
"You're pregnant, my love," he stated the obvious reason as to why. "Besides, I'm capable of taking care of myself. It's alright."
"No, it's not," you argued, pulling away slightly to face him. "You deserve to be taken care of, too! You deserve to get pampered a-and a break but you're always fussing over me and taking care of me instead. I'm not helping with any of it. I'm just making it harder for you."
"No, absolutely not," he stated firmly, holding your face in his hands, wiping your tears away with his thumbs. "I love taking care of you. It honestly makes me feel so fulfilled and happy when I do."
"Really?" you sniffled.
"Yes. It's the least I could do with everything that you've been going through right now," he said truthfully, adding with a chuckle, "Hell, if I could carry our baby so you wouldn't have to go through all the pain I would."
That earned him a small laugh.
"But I want to take care of you, too," you admitted after a deep breath.
"You already are," he hummed, thumb stroking your cheek lovingly. "You're taking care of our baby and my heart, and those are very important to me."
You scrunched up your nose adorably.
"That was so cheesy."
"But it's true, though."
You smiled, cupping his face. Bucky turned his head to kiss your palm.
"Thank you," you sighed fondly. "For putting up with me and for everything."
"First off, I'm not putting up with anything," he reassured, kissing your other palm before adding, "Second, you never have to thank me for taking care of you. Never."
You nodded, leaning closer to press your lips against his, pouring all your love and gratitude into it. Bucky kissed you back with the same fervor, never needing words to express what you truly feel for each other.
He felt so content—feeling your lips, your fingers tangled in his hair, and your little peanut asking for attention too, kicking the second Bucky rested hand on your bump.
When you let out a soft, needy whine, he was ready to take the kiss even further.
That was until a wet tongue met his cheek.
Bucky groaned in annoyance, pulling away to see Snow giving you a kiss, too. He couldn't be angry at the dog for ruining the moment when your lovely laugh echoed in the air. Alpine jumped on the bed a second later, nudging her head against Bucky's chin before walking over to place a loving paw on your bump.
His smile was as bright as it could be as he watched the scene before him.
A wonderful home, a wholesome family that involved his beautiful, loving wife and two furballs, his family that was only getting bigger in a few months—
Yeah.
Bucky Barnes was one lucky man.
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Respect Your Elders.
A/N: Changed my thought mid writing about sleepy sex with Leon so now we just go basic. FUSSY TIRED MAN DIDN'T LIKE BEING CALLED OLD! Transitition from cuddle to sex might be a little weird but EEEEEE! Got really fuckin' invested in writing smut and giving another go. Feel better about this one, ngl. I'm not sorry for this, I literally sat down for like an actual hour so immersed in writng this. ALSO, FUCKING SAW ONE MISTAKE AND I CAN'T FIND IT. So, possibly might have a few mistakes here and there.
Warnings: Just Sex with Leon, so P in V! Breeding kink. Breathplay. Cunnilingus! Small bits of degradation near the end. A little spit exchange too. DI Leon in mind but you can pick and choose! AFAB reader too, btw. All I can say is... Slutty Leon Kennedy :3
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Let's be honest, being with Leon wasn't easy. Constantly reminding the poor man to not squint, to take his medication, and to even shave. Watching him pass out on the couch, bed, and even on the floor! Sadly, you can't carry a man that's heavy and full of muscle!
At least he passed out on the bed, and you slowly following afterward…
“Baby, c'mere, it's cuddle time.” He would say in that oh-so lovely voice. Made the girls scream mentally whenever he was just nice. All they could see was the pretty man, unknowingly batting his eyelashes to everyone around him. That pretty smile, too.
Leon's arm wrapped around you, and chest against your back. Gently squeezing your torso, muscles tensing and relaxing with each squeeze. The T-shirt you wore from him, stolen from his closet. He liked when you did that, made him hard. When you would bend over the kitchen counter and possibly wear his boxers? Old man got a poor boner, daddy is a little horny, baby.
“You're heavy.” You whined, not that you'd admit you liked it. I mean, you loved Leon. He loved you. It was just how the things with you two. Liked the heaviness, the stupidity, the stress, you liked the attention of a broken man picking up his pieces.
“Mmmm, heavy? The only thing heavy here is your ass.” A snort came from him as he said it. Yeah, he liked ass. Always did a smack-by whenever you walked past him. Especially when you were in the kitchen. Made his little domestic mindset bust a nut, literally.
His stubble brushed into your neck, with the purr of delight that he captured a beauty. Wrapping his other arm around you, under the side of your waist. Uncomfortably pushing into your side.
“So pretty, like an angel, baby. God must've been here to send you from the heavens. Must've hurt when you fell. Could've caught ya.” Oh, those sweet words he would always say. You knew he meant them, of course he did. If you had to say, it was a little depressing. Something just about the way he moved, spoke, and acted made your heart ache. It was probably the drinking he did, albeit it was better than a year ago.
“Don't think God sent me from the sky, Leon.” You responded with, head buried in those satin pillowcases. They felt nice on your skin, and nicer to grab when you got fucked.
“Would've broke a bone, and plus, I doubt you could catch me, old man.”
Oh, you poor poor soul. Don't call him old! He might cry, see, he's crying from his dick! Little slut, he liked that. Go ahead, weep a little more, baby boy! Also, the fact you just called him an old man to his face? Pfft, you're so on.
“I'm not that old, c'mon.”
He grunted, huffing into your neck like an angry toddler when they didn't get to snack on their favorite dino nuggets. Exaggerated heavily, and his grip tightened to push the point, he didn't like that.
“Ever heard the term respect your elders, little kid?” Leon asked, a threat hiding beneath it. Knowing the way he is, you have three seconds before he pins you to the bed and makes you squirt.
Already knowing what was going to happen, you made a lazy attempt to get out the 'terrifying' grasp of this old man. Moving to slide off the bed, but that didn't work.
His hand grabbed your shoulder, screaming this is your fault. You made me do this, and he wasn't going to be sorry at all. Pulling you back into the bed, head pushed into the pillow. Eyes staring wide up at him as he pinned you to the bed. Brows furrowed and face determined to prove otherwise. Hands pushing you into the bed by your shoulders. Yet gentle enough to not leave a bruise. That made your thighs clench, so cute.
“This old man still got it, baby doll. You really wanna play this game? I'll play it, too.” He'll play this game dirty, naughty, sexy.
Leon leaned forward, gently capturing your lips in a kiss. Passionately and slowly making out with you. Twirling your tongues around like it was his day-job. Maybe it was, seeing how he eats pussy so fucking good. Trying to ignite that burning passion he always liked. On the kitchen counter, his motorcycle, the car, work, the list went on and on. Hand trailing lower and lower as he occupied your mind. Tongue occupying your mouth. Expensive cologne pungent off his body, surrounding you in him.
Your whines being muffled from the kiss, making the old man pull away. That damning cocky smirk on his face as he taunted you,
“Oh, sorry, I didn't hear you. Speak louder, honey.”
A moan came from your lips as he pinched your clit. Making you claw at the pillows beneath your head. Hand slapping your cloth panties. Electricity running up your spine to your head.
“Fuck, d-daddy!” You choked out, watching as he teased and toyed you. He just had to fuck around with you. Put the young one in his place, like a rookie at work, the karens at stores. Leaning to your ear
“She's so needy, babydoll. Need your old man to make it better? But you probably don't like an old man, hm? Rubbing his fingers over your folds and clit.”
He hissed into your ear, nibbling on the edge. Pulling away to look down at those cute cotton panties. He always ruined them, sniffed them, came in them. His panties, too. Always will be his panties. Moving to move those panties aside, tugging them to reveal that glistening feast. Sopping wet for him to bury into. Like the breakfast at IHOP or McDonald's he would get. Devoured in mere minutes.
Leon positioned himself between your thighs, nose buried in your folds. Sniffing the sweet scent it emitted. That slightly tangy taste it had as well. He breathed it in like his last breath. The last meal he would have before death row. Being executed for serving his country too well, and serving your cunt, as well.
“Could get used to this any day. Wish my job was as easy as sitting down and eating this precious purr-ty pussy. Mewing for some milk, like always.” He purred, staring at you through his eyes lashes.
“P-purr-ty? What the fuck doe— AH!”
His tongue buried into you, licking up, down, left, and right. Coming up every once in a while to suck your clit. Make him drown in that pussy, baby. He needs it, he needs it like God. Make him get on his knees and pray.
“Didn't say you could talk, baby. Maybe you need a lesson on listening, again.” He tutted, sucking on your nub, again. Making your toes curl and hands clench again. Too good at this, imagine how many moms or younger girls would want this. Those twenty-year-old college girls wanting a middle-aged guy between their thighs. Mmmm, made you wet just thinking about how he's yours.
Tongue swirling, your hips bucking, and hand now buried in his locks. Threatening to pull his hair out. You pressed into his face, in which he pressed back. Drown him, suffocate him, make him die, honey.
Your legs tensed as you neared that high. C'mon, keep going! “I'm gonna— I'm gonna!—”
Selfishly, he pulled away. Wet dripping down his nose to his stubble. Looking at deranged as he looked up, sitting up. Hands fumbling with his shirt as he rushed to fuck into you. He wanted it. No, he needed it. Needed to be buried in that fat fucking pussy. Make it drip with his cum, eat it out, and impregnate it if he could. Wanted to see you leak breastmilk and be full of him.
“Not yet, I didn't say you could. Little slut.”
Noticing the change of pace, you reached out, only to be met with him yanking you. Stomach pressed into the bed, and head pulled back. His free hand tugging his jeans and boxers down. Fuck, he was hard. Harder than steel. His bicep wrapped around your throat, and his nose buried in your hair. Pants of exhaustion coming from him. He got so tired easily, old man in his heart.
Harshly, his hips thrusted against yours. Not even being enough of a gentleman to give a warning shot. No head against your little hole, fully sheathed in. The groan that came from his lips could've made you cum on the spot.
“Oh fuck…”
The claps followed afterward, body moving up and down with his rhythm. Ass moving at the rhythm, as well. Your fingers digging into his arm as he tightened the headlock. Enough to make it pleasing enough, your eyes rolled back. Mouth agape as you sprouted out moans and small noises. Squishy wet sounds following after his thrusts.
Leon looked down at you, a toothy smile on his face. Always what he wanted, that fucked out look. So sweet, like an angel. Should've gotten his phone, but he was too enthralled in this now. That pretty little mouth needed a little love. So, he pulled your head back more. A small pained moan coming from your lips.
“Need a little loving from daddy, huh? Need daddy to fill this fuckin' cunt with his kids. Wanna stay in this bed full of 'em? Such a good slut, baby. Fuck the Redfield bloodline, Kennedy bloodline is gonna be bigger and stronger than that fuckin' boulder.”
Leon spat straight into your mouth, making you clench. Hitting the back of your throat. It tasted so disgusting, but it was hot. Alongside the few drops of spit, he let drip so slowly into your mouth. The wait was killing you!
“Swallow daddy, baby. Better than Gordon Ramsay, too. With this pussy, you put him to shame.”
Who couldn't obey a man like him? Strong government agent who kills for a living. Wouldn't want to anger daddy, would you? So, you swallowed. Right down your throat, and it made you gag a little. Couldn't say you hated it, it would just make him concerned. He was a softie deep down, always stopping whenever your face changed slightly. Got annoying when you literally just wanted to cum! Like, shut up, and just FUCK ME!
"S'close. Gonna cum for you! Wan' cum!” You whined, moaning pitifully. Ass raised against his pelvis. Balls slapping against your lower half. How would you explain to your parents you're a little cock sleeve to a government agent? I mean, at least it pays in a free apartment, car, and food! Plus whatever you counted Leon as.
“Really baby? That drunk off me? Mmmm, we love to hear that. Let daddy do it for you.” He whispered, voice still like honeyed whiskey.
Hips picking up its pace as it abused your cunt wider and wider. Only for him, and always open for him. Bringing him to the tip of the iceberg as he came inside you. Hips pushing against yours fully, and his tip at your cervix. He panted, burying his face in your neck. Those words, the pace, and his arm. You came on the spot, leaking down his cock and balls. Hands wanting to rip those sheets in front of you. Balled the fabric into your fist. Dripping onto the sheets below.
“Post nut clarity, damn.” Leon chuckled. Arm falling from around your neck. Bringing it down to interlace your fingers. “You good? I didn't, like, y'know? I'm not the best with words, c'mon.”
Mmmmm, body already responding as he gently pulsed around him. Head nodding in response to his query.
“Mhm, happy. Happy you actually didn't worry!”
You smiled, resting your head in your arms as he slowly moved off of you. Not pulling out, of course. He wouldn't do that just yet, gotta keep the package warm.
“Still an old man, by the way.”
His brows furrowed, sighing in defeat. You were supposed to say you learned your lesson! Regardless, he loved you, even if you were very stubborn.
“You're lucky you're cute…” He muttered, kissing your temple. Those very arms from earlier coming to wrap around you again. His chin propped on top of your head. Seemingly pleased he did a good job. Both of you leaking out onto the bed. Would have to clean that up later…
“You're lucky I like old men, Mr. Kennedy.”
He hummed, closing his eyes. A smile plastered on his lips.
“Think this old man needs a nap, honeybun.”
No, Leon DON—! And he fell asleep, right on top of you… In mere fucking seconds. The sex was a 10/10, but the napping part? Wouldn't recommend.
"Dammit..."
Honestly, you gave up right about now. You'll deal with it later, like you always did. Right now, maybe it was about time for a nap. Even if he was heavy, it was a free blanket. Another cuddle, another round of love-making, and a horrible nap?
You'd always do this again and again.
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Cherished Moments | Finnick Odair x Reader
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Summary: Finnick is trying to get you to relax and, well, it works maybe a bit too much.
Content Warnings/Tags: Mostly fluff, small injury, lovesick Finnick, grumpy!reader x sunshine!Finnick, insinuations of violence, no use of y/n
Word Count: 1.2k
Requested by Anon: I love your writing!!! What do you think a grumpy reader × sunshine finnick would be like? Love the back cat gf golden retriever bf trope haha and I feel like finnick would be obsessed with someone who was mean to everyone BUT him! Feel free to ignore if you don't feel inspired, I'll read everything you write anyway!!
A/N: Can someone pls let me know if they actually manage to find the request after I've posted them I have no clue if these are getting through. Ngl this one was a struggle for me but once I found the right idea it came pouring out. Do they even have darts in the Hunger Games universe? Well, they do now. Keep sending me requests I genuinely love doing them!!
“Come on, I know you can do it! I’ve seen you throw knives, this is pretty much the same thing, only smaller.” Finnick was trying to encourage you, but you weren’t easy to win over.
“I’m telling you, I can’t. This is just different. The darts are so much smaller and lighter, it throws me off balance.” You were at a party in District 13, well, calling it a party would be generous.
“Just try. I’ll help you come on. I promise it’ll be fun.” He couldn't hide his smile at your antics, but he also knew if anyone was able to convince you, it was him.
“Fine, but if something goes wrong it's on you.” You looked him in the eyes, and could see a spark of light inside them, and you wouldn't admit it, not with all the other people in the room, but it warmed your heart a little.
“It’ll be fine, what’s the worst that could happen” He asked you, and you almost scoffed at the question.
“I could hit someone, and then everyone will hate me even more than they already do”
“They don't hate you, they just don't know you the way I do.” Whenever someone would ask him what he saw in you, he would always be dumbfounded. Sure, you had a hard exterior, but when someone has gone through as much in their life as you did, were you really to blame? No, he didn't understand the question, because, to him, you were perfect. Whether you were sulking at breakfast for having to leave the bed or smiling at him because they were serving your favourite dish for dinner, he would take anything you gave him.
“Are you telling me that you, the victor of the 70th Hunger Games, are afraid of hurting someone with a tiny dart?” He was challenging you, and it was working.
“I'm not afraid, I just don't want anything to go wrong.” The way your voice softened around him made his heart beat faster for you and sometimes, he swore you knew and were doing it on purpose.
“You won’t, just throw it straight into the board.”
Finnick is standing behind you, grinning like he’s just won some sort of lottery while he guides your arm up for you, you can feel his breath on your neck before he whispers “Come on love, do it for me.” You’ve never been able to deny him, to your own annoyance at times, so you do as he says.
The dart flies through the air, and it doesn't hit the board, but it comes relatively close. So you throw a second dart and it hits the board, but you don’t manage to score any points just yet. As you throw another one, it manages to hit the board, but only for a little while before it falls to the floor. You throw your hands up in defeat before saying “See, told you I couldn't do it.” But Finnick hasn't given up, in you, he would never give up.
“That’s nonsense, you just have to try again, be patient.” He walks over to collect your darts and hands them back to you. He steps behind you again, guiding you into the right position before speaking.
“Just close your eyes, imagine you’re throwing them at Snow.” It makes you laugh and he can feel your muscles relax. He would always feel so proud of himself when he made you laugh, he didn't mind that you don't do it often, it would only feel like so much more of an achievement.
You do as he says, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath right before you throw the dart, hitting it right in the bullseye. You throw another, hitting the bullseye again. But you miss the board with the next one when Finnick leaves a small kiss on your shoulder, and your breath hitches. You can feel his body moving from behind you, and focus to throw another dart. It’s only when you hear an exclamation of pain coming from right in front of you that you snap open your eyes, you would recognize it anywhere. In front of you was Finnick, standing right next to the board with one of his hands clutched in the other, and when you take a closer look, you can see the dart that is stuck in the back of Finnick's hand.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry are you okay.” He would never tell you this, but he doesn't even mind that it happened, seeing you being sweet on him so openly, it makes him forget anything even happened in the first place.
“I'm fine sweetheart.” there is a strain in his voice, and he knows you can hear it too from the way your brows furrow in regret. You knew he wasn't trying to be tough for you, no, you had moved past that years ago. he was trying to not make you worry, it was something he would always do no matter how much pain he was in. But you were worried, because in contrast to all those other times, this time it was your fault that he was hurt. It never phased you much when someone would get shot, it never phased you much as you heard the canons each night in the arena signalling another death, not in the way it phased other people, but this, this broke you.
“Finnick you are not fine, there is a fucking dart inside your hand and it's my fault.”
“Well, most people don’t throw a fourth dart sweetheart." He says, and he chuckles a little, but you don't hear it in your state of worry.
“I am so sorry I-” You were choking up over your guilt, and while he loved getting to see your raw emotions, this one he didn't enjoy.
“Hey, no, I'm sorry too, don't get yourself worked up over this. It's just a dart, I will be fine. Why don’t you go get me a first aid kit?” He really was fine, and he could have gotten it himself, but he knew how much you would get in your own head when you didn't have anything to do in these kinds of situations.
Once you come back and help patch him up, he looks up at you and you catch his gaze. A smile crosses his face in a way he knows his cheeks are going to hurt.
“Why are you smiling” you ask, confused at his glee in a situation like this.
“Because I know you care about me. You don’t always show it, and you don’t have to, because moments like these I’ll cherish forever.” His eyes are sparkling as he looks into yours, he swears he could just stand here and look at you for the rest of his life.
“Oh, would you shut up already” you tell him while swatting his hand away from your face and rolling your eyes.
“You can’t tell me to shut up, you threw a dart into my hand.” He’s still grinning like an idiot, and it's infecting you. One of the corners of your mouth lifts up, and it's subtle, but he catches it, how could he not with how intently he is watching you. You’re back to your old dynamic, but he loves it just as much.
#finnick odair x reader#finnick odair x y/n#finnick odair x you#finnick x you#finnick x reader#finnick x y/n#finnick fluff#finnick angst#finnick odair fluff#finnick odair imagine#finnick odair fanfiction#finnick odair fanfic#the hunger games#thg#fluff#angst#the hunger games fluff#finnick fanfic#finnick imagine#thg finnick#the ballad of songbirds and snakes
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Ramattra x Reader
Headcanons
a/n: I write him a little toxic ngl but who doesn’t
You would likely have to give him a push if you want anything to get started
He wouldn’t register his feelings for you as love until it begins to effect his work
However once he does he turns cold and you usually have to stick it out until he realizes how important you’ve become to him
He can work along side with humans, but loving one was troubling to him
I don’t see him giving up his cause for you as that on its own is very complicated
But I do see him at your beckon call
He wouldn’t even be able to explain why… he just likes to see you happy
In the bedroom is a different story but I’ll leave that for another time
He really enjoys seeing the way your body reacts to him anytime he makes you happy or flustered as it happens pretty often
Unfortunately whenever you two argue it gets uncomfortably intense
He has a bit of a complex where he knows he’s in the right whereas you tend to be irrational
It’s not easy to break him if he’s actually wrong
He suddenly decides to busy himself constantly with work and any time you actually manage to catch him he strikes a nerve with “ah finally come to your senses, have we?”
Whether or not that leads to another fight he does take time to reflect on how his days have been looking
Its slow but it eats at him that he’s made you upset
He isn’t the best at apologies but he shows up at your door in the dead of night when you’re a tired mess
“I was a fool” ties his attempted apology in a nice purple bow
On the other hand he is very quick to forgive you as he sort of chalks it down to human behavior
It just comes with the territory yknow everybody has room to grow
He surprisingly isn’t bad at comforting you as he picks up tips and advice on such human things in his down time
He tends to be a great listener around times like these
When Ramattra is upset he does turn cold and has a little habit of taking it out on you verbally
It takes him sometime before he grows out of that but in the beginning not a lot can help him calm down until you learn that getting him to look deep into your eyes sometimes does the trick as you talk him down
Sort of helps him focus on the things around him and reminds him of how he effects others
I imagine he likes how you talk about anything you love even if he isn’t particularly interested
He could listen to your voice all day
Also likes a little bit of banter too
I imagine he greatly appreciates someone who challenges him even if he doesn’t want to admit it
Once your relationship is clearly established he begins to domesticate and always keep you in mind when making choices
He still holds his dreams of liberation with a vice but you’ve made him soft and much more careful
It’s one of his favorite ways that you challenge him as it reminds him that he is healing
#this guys pretty hostile I picture everything’s hard in the beginning#before it’s perfect#overwatch 2 x reader#overwatch x reader#gender neutral reader#x reader#ramattra x reader#ow Ramattra x reader#Ramattra headcanons#message in a bottle
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Me sitting sooooooo nicely
Could you possibly do “you can sit on my lap” from the prompt list with Fatgum? As NSFW as your heart desires, but I loooooove how you write him! (Ngl your depressive episode reader fics got me through some tough times here and I treasure them with all my heart)
omg thank you for sitting nicely!!!!
A quiet day in seemed to be exactly what you needed, it was all the more delightful that Taishiro was there. You were glad he'd found the time to spend with you, even moreso to spend it lolling around your. place together. You'd ran a few small errands during the day but ultimately came back together in the afternoon, content to enjoy each other's company. You're sitting on the couch, watching some silly television program when you decide to start washing up. You announce it as you stand.
"I'm gonna wash my face and stuff, maybe put on some PJs."
"PJs?" Taishiro sounds excited, "maybe I'll follow your lead."
You grin and stand in front of his seat, "we can't go to bed too early."
"I know, I know, I wanna spend as much time together as possible too, but we might as well be comfy while you tell me all your work gossip. I swear I'll stay awake, and if I don't I owe you big time....but I will stay up."
You laugh at that, a quiet lilting sound that Taishiro feels like he's always chasing. His hands rest on the back of your thighs and he leans his head into your stomach, "go on, I'm excited to talk to you some more. You're leaving me with a crazy cliffhanger with that HR lady."
"She works in finances." You chuckle as you kiss his brow, "but sure."
You make fast work of washing up it wasn't anything major, just washing the oils from the day off your skin and changing into a comfy set of shorts and a teeshirt. You didn't look when you reached into your pajama pile, and the shirt you produced was a bit smaller than your average bed time tee shirt but it wasn't too tight or restrictive and you figured it would be nice to have some more exposed skin for Taishiro to brush his fingers against anyway.
When you emerge again Taishiro looks surprised.
"Woah-"
"What?" You prickle, "you know I don't have any matching sets or-"
"No it's good, a good 'woah.'" And he's being honest, all of your newly exposed skin looks equally tantalizing from your thighs to the sliver of your belly showing over your shorts. He realizes how close you'd been all day and how little he's actually be able to touch.
"Come here," he eggs you on, "don't torture me now, I'm just a man."
You go to him, no real reason to deny him popping up in your immediate thoughts. In fact all you can thing of are reasons to indulge him.
"You look pretty as a petal." He's smiling, grinning impishly at you, "'re you gonna let me touch you?"
You flush, surprised at his change of mood but not at all displeased, "of course I am."
"Lucky me." He huffs out a quiet laugh, "come on, you can sit on my lap." The motion is so practiced and easy, you'd dare call it muscle memory.
"That's perfect." He's already sliding his hands into your shirt, the devil.
"Is this what you've been waiting for this whole time?" You laugh a bit, unable to even feign anger with him.
"Oh no," He assures you, "I was just...listening to you talk with that pretty voice of yours all day, watching you play with you hair, and smile at me like you do." His hands are gliding up your back pulling you closer to him easily.
You don't mind the direction this is going in, you indulge him, maybe a bit selfishly. You kiss him, hands holding on his shoulders and sliding down his chest. You enjoy the feeling of his lips wandering down your jaw and neck, and his hands sneaking lower to your belly then your thighs. You don't mind taking off the pajamas you just put on, and he certainly doesn't mind undressing and shifting his own clothes to get as much skin to skin contact as possible.
For all intents and purposes you liked being in his lap, you felt surrounded by him, and something about the idea of him watching you, egging you on along the way lit a fire inside you. And watch you he did, he liked having you on his lap just as much. He could touch and guide you but also leave you to your own devices and he could watch. He liked to let you set the pace, especially at a time like there where he would just like to ravish you with attention from all fronts. For now he'll huddle you close, and follow the roll of your hips while he continue to kiss around your lips and jaw. When you work yourself up to a climax he'll welcome you, slumped over into his chest, and he'll stand, taking you with him. He'll clean you off and bring you to bed and you won't have to say a word if you don't want to. He'll huddle you even closer under the covers and rub circles in the nape of your neck until you doze off for the night.
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Ooohhh how about different eras of luke (ROTJ is my fav if doing one is easier) and maybe some modern dilf!luke 👀 reacting to you laying your head on his shoulder when you’re tired or have a headache pre-relationship?
Anonnn, you don't understand, I'm obsessed with this ask. I just HAD to do every single Luke era plus the Dilf AU as the cherry on top because it's been so long since I last wrote something wholesome😩
also it reminds me of the posts I used to do when I first started writing and ngl I'm feeling a little nostalgic
• sweet ANH Luke with his open smile and honest eyes is so easy to approach and befriend, resting your head on his shoulder comes almost naturally
• though unbeknownst to you he'd immediately be on the brink to loose his mind
• already he tends to be a little jittery with nerves whenever you randomly appear in the same room he is in
• even more so now that he's finally admitted his major crush on you to himself
• so just imagine his excitement the moment you decide to sit next to him
• as soon as your head touches his shoulder he goes bright red and doesn't dare to move in fear of accidentally shooing you away, his heart beating wildly in his chest
• for a slight moment he forgets how to breathe, though it's not like he minds
• this is the best day of his life
• not only does he finally get to feel the warmth of having you so close by his side, but also your soft hair aginst his cheek if he dares to tilt his head just a little bit
• when eventually he manages to somewhat normalize his breathing, his thoughts will start to wander
• he's SO proud you're clearly comfortable and feeling safe with him
• but should he strike up a conversation? Ask how you're doing? If everything's okay?
• maybe he could make you laugh
• your hands look so soft; what if he were to reach out and just take them in his?
• would you mind?
• he's not sure, his aren't as pretty and smooth as yours
• you smell very nice
• wouldn't your current position make you look like a couple to an outsider passing by?
• what if, and he feels very bold just considering, but, what if you...like him?
• quickly enough he has a very hard time remaining calm
• and how could he? He needs to tell someone about this RIGHT NOW
• good luck trying to catch ESB Luke sitting still for even once
• though should you be as lucky to catch him during a moment of rest and manage to lean on him, he'll feel similarly as ANH Luke; excited, a little nervous even, though not as much as his younger self would have been
• still he has to fight off the blush rising into his cheeks and will absolutely deny ever changing colors should someone (especially Leia, Han or even R2) point it out
• at the same time he wishes for as many as possible to witness this very monumental moment, hoping everyone will see that you're leaning on HIS shoulder
• HIS!
• yeah that's right! In your face, (add in name of random rebellion member that also takes an interest in you)!!!
• if he's feeling extra bold, he may use the chance to put an arm around your shoulder
• but very carefully so; he's afraid to overstep any of your boundaries
• after all he's not sure if you'd even like to be held
• there's only one problem: how is he supposed to do anything now?
• he has places to be, things to do, an Empire to fight!
• he's getting kind of warm too
• more than that actually
• Force, are you hiding a heater under all of your layers of clothing?
• also he just remembered; isn't there a meeting he has to attend?
• shouldn't he be working to improve his x-wing?
• he'll check on you out of the corner of his eye, trying to get a feeling for how long you plan to stay like this
• he needs to come up with a way to notify the others of his delay
• because there's no way he's moving even a single muscle
• he's not leaving you behind
• he simply can't!
• not when he was just chosen as your designated spot to rest your pretty but, admittedly, very heavy head
• but not to worry, of course he can handle it!
• he'll be here as long as you need him to be
• RotJ and post RotJ Luke is hard to keep tabs on and thus hard to find
• all you can hope for is to encounter him by pure chance, as he seems to simply have evaporated whenever you wander around searching for him
• though despite his withdrawn ways he's always welcoming and inviting should you happen upon him
• he, above anyone else, understands the importance of rest during a busy day
• he smiles mildly to himself as soon as you settle down and scoot close enough for your arms to touch
• the emotions you are unconsciously emitting, may it be nervousness, excitement or shyness, amuse him a great deal and he's keen to see whether you'll overcome them this time or not
• I don't think he'd tell you outright that he enjoys your presence, that it tends to calm him down and to ease his mind, until much later
• but despite what he is or isn't saying he can't help but feel a little warm inside whenever you come across him during the day
• despite that he can never not worry at least a little bit about your well-being and immediately feels the need to check in on you either with words or a gentle probe with the Force to make sure you're okay
• if he has the time to stay with you for a while he asks if you'd like to lay down
• see, he can shuffle to the side a little and then you could rest your head on his thigh instead of on his shoulder
• wouldn't that be more comfortable?
• he doesn't have a blanket in case you're cold, but maybe you could use his cloak?
• it's not the best, maybe a little rough and still a little dirty from his last trip as he didn't have the time to wash it yet, but it does a good job of keeping a person warm
• he doesn't show how happy he is should you follow his invite and agree to rest beside him, though maybe Leia would notice
• and possibly so would you by how he'd start to absentmindedly stroke your head and play with your hair whenever others are around to keep him properly distracted
• I think Dilf!Luke's reaction would really depend on the current situation/ on how far your relationship has already developed at that point
• here it's important to note though that he'd never tell you off or send you away for initiating contact, not even after just recently getting to know you
• yes he's standoffish and withdrawn, cold in demeanor, seemingly displeased with your presence in his house
• but when it comes down to it he is kind, always has been, even if he hides it away to protect himself
• his behavior towards you is nothing personal; the emotions you call forth are his to deal with
• he may try to at first but ultimately knows deep down that he can't hold you accountable for how his past still troubles him
• he's a father, deeply caring in nature
• no matter what, he could never bring himself to deny anyone his child's age comfort
• though he might be a little confused about why you chose him, of all people, to rest your head on
• after all it's not like he's been going out of his way to be peculiarly inviting or nice - quite the contrary actually
• he'll remain very still for the duration of your vicinity, involuntarily stiffening not only out of surprise but because it's been so long that anyone outside of his immediate family initiated intimacy
• he's so touch starved, so used to rarely feeling a person's warmth, that your simple act catches him off guard
• suddenly he has no idea what to do, how to continue on after
• for your own good and his child's sake he wants to keep you at an arm's length and yet...
• if he wasn't enamored with you before, he is so now
• he thinks back to those moments of doubt and insecurity frequently
• but where they once haunted him, they now serve as a reminder for how far he's come and what he was able to finally leave behind
• he's proud of himself too, yes, but most of all to call you his
• every little touch of yours, and may it be one as innocent as laying your head on his shoulder, fills him with joy
• never, in a thousand years, would he once have believed to be in a position to reciprocate your gentle displays of trust and affection
• but now that he can, now that everything feels a little less like a dream, it's all he wants to do
• (and he does)
• (forehead kisses are his favorite way to, he can't help it)
• (not when you placed yourself so conveniently)
#ask#luke skywalker#luke skywalker x reader#luke skywalker x you#luke star wars#star wars#star wars fanfiction#star wars headcanons#star wars a new hope#star wars empire strikes back#star wars return of the jedi#dilf luke#dilf luke skywalker#star wars au
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girl, I’m not gonna lie to you, I have some free time, and sometimes I really like to use it uselessly. and I found your ig account, then I did some other research and I found a lot about you and your family, so I could really rate you. And yes, I can say properly: you’re ugly.
now, you're kinda right, I give you that. some fit guys do like fat women, maybe one guy out of ten. but these are REALLY PRETTY WOMEN, 'cause I don’t deny that there are beautiful fat women, but they are usually rare, and that’s definitely not you.
I’m not seeking validation wtfff has nothing to do with anything, girl… you seem stupid. I just really found your behavior hilarious. like, how the false illusion of the new age got you, making you really believe in fairy tales. I mean, you're clearly so insecure, trying to pass as “I’m fine with my weight” while really trying to convince yourself that you’re desirable. and like, you’re not 😭 and it’s so fun when you talk about validation, because, you see, I may be petty or bitter or mean, or whatever it is. but, if you really felt confident, pretty, and good about yourself, you would just turn off the anon or ignore me. but no, you’re here, writing answers so you can post and be consoled. that’s how I know you feel pathetic and horrible about yourself, and need these other weirdos to help you fool yourself. you can ignore me, or reply me, it won’t make difference. you too fucking transparent, so easy to read.
or you wouldn’t be doing headcanons of really fit men attracted to you, because if you were desirable and if you really felt that way, you would just know, and not try to reaffirm yourself along with other equally UGLY FAT GIRLS. the main thing here is how out of touch you are with reality. close the tumblr, go to a nice spot in your town, where you KNOW there are hot guys, and please record yourself being chosen by them. if you're so sure of yourself. and open your instagram account, since you have nothing to hide and being ashamed. I mean, you’re pretty right? lol
y’know i’m not doing this cuz i’m insecure💀 also, i never said those hc’s were about me LMAO. i’m very aware that he and every other cod character is fucking fictional💀. this is just my hobby😗✌🏼.
also, why are you so keen about finding out about my personal life? wtf do i have to do with you? it’s fucking creepy to stalk my ig and all that💀. who tf do you think you are?
the only one being pathetic here is you, because you’re out here insulting me via anon haha. at least grow the balls to confront me correctly lol.
but yk, your stupidity and insecurity is pretty hard to ignore. you can have your opinion about me but let me be. i didn’t ask you for it lmao. also, i couldn’t care less about your opinion. you can think i’m ugly, idgaf, but stop annoying me with it.
and idk if you know but talking down on other people has to do with one’s insecurities, so maybe you’re the insecure one here😘.
and yes, i’m fine with my weight. i’ve come to terms with it, since i can’t change it without a medical intervention. is it so hard to believe that someone overweight actually accepts that fact or what? it says that says a lot about you actually.
also, i’m posting this so people can see that there are, unfortunately, still people with the iq of a fucking brick out there. i couldn’t care less about what they tell me. as i said, i’m perfectly fine on my own.
i’m actually laughing writing this because i won’t ignore you. people like you should rethink their life choices ngl.
you’re going crazy over a tumblr post and start to insult me as fat and ugly and you started to fucking stalk me. you’re being the prime example for insecurity rn💀.
your messages can get as long as you want them to be, i will respond to them because it’s sad people still think like you.
there are people out there saying all things about cod or ghost or whoever. if i don’t like them, i scroll, but i don’t start insulting and stalking the author of that post/headcanon/fic or whatever.
grow tf up and get a helmet💀.
#writing#ao3#fanfiction#archive of our own#call of duty#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost riley headcanons#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley headcanons#simon “ghost” riley#simon riley#simon riley x you#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley#i’m already starting to love them😍#never seen that much insecurity in one place#truly incredible those messages#keep ‘em going🤞🏼 i love the entertainment#cod
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Just letting you know your anon asks are turned off!!
Besides that, maybe some headcanons for Michael ( 1978 is good but 2018 version would be ++++ ) stalking a potential victim that actually- for some weird reason- is infatuated with him? Like, they have pictures of him from newspapers and the internet taped onto their bedroom walls, write about him in their journal, etc.
BTW I feel like I have to say that I don't agree with people that do this with real-life serial killers because that's fucked up it's just a fictional idea 💀
Not what he was expecting..
An: tysm for letting me know! Sadly I haven’t seen the 2018 Halloween yet but you could probably interpret this as any Michael you want. There’s not gonna be any like “relationship” stuff in this btw! And not proof read cause I’m lazy asf 😛
You were just like any other victim. There was nothing too special about you, just an average person. He did the same thing with you as everyone he had killed in the past. Watched you walk care-free down the street, look around for a quick second, then go into your home and lock the door.
He waited a few minutes before walking around your house before welcoming himself in threw your back door. He looked around and saw nobody; however, he did hear the sound of water running. You had gotten in the shower as soon as you had gotten home.
Seeing as he had nobody else he planned on killing today, he decided to wait this one out. Let you relax in the shower, then kill you when you entered your room. A pretty simple plan he had done many times before.
As he walked down the hallway, he saw one door slightly open, your room. Well that was easy to find. He placed him hand on the door as pushed it open lightly.
To say he was put off guard as an understatement.
You had a whole wall dedicated to the killer. Articles, cutouts, you name it he saw it. Michael was not an easy man to startle. But you managed to do it.
Michael wasn’t fully sure what to do. Did he continue to look around? Did he leave? Did he just kill you now?
He went with the first option, he had never seen anything like this before so why not investigate a little bit.
As his eyes scanned the room they landed on a propped up notebook, with the words “ Micheal M.” Written on the cover. Carefully he walked over and picked up the book. He flipped it open to a random page and read,
“A new article came out today about Michael. He killed 5 people last Saturday. I know most people would be and are totally freaked out and scared by this but it’s honestly kinda cool. Like how does he do these horrible crimes and NEVER get caught?? (Ngl he’s probably cute under that mask)”
Michaels eyebrows were furrowed and mouth was slightly open. What in the world. Michael had never seen someone who wasn’t afraid of him, let alone thought he was cool and cute. Just when he was trying to gather his thoughts the water shut off. He threw the book back on desk where he had found it and quickly left the house.
He’d come back later and kill you…maybe.
#micheal myers#halloween#halloween 1978#halloween 2018#Michael myers x reader#michael myers x you#slasher#slasher x reader
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Ghostface Natalie!!!
Angsty, cause I can't think of to much fluff rn:
1. She ends up stabbing R (reader) instead of the victim. And immediately crumbles grabbing onto them and falling to the floor sobbing she removes her mask begging for help from the others but their all to scared of her, as she panics trying to stop the bleeding. I don't like R death but just having Nat panic and feel bad is ❤️
2. Since people like sister Nat from you (with your beautiful writing!) Let me get this out of the way, she's like Sam Carpenter. Older, half sister. Her dad was a killer before her and she just lost it and started killing. But one night at a costume party, she's dragging some asshole of a dude away in the crowd of drunk teens with loud music. And just after she stabs him, right in front of everyone but no one seems to notice, the guy pulls her mask off, she looks up only to see her little sister caught her. (Gonna be an awkward discussion at home ngl 🏃) can also be like non sister, I just know people like her as such.
3. Natalie was staying in your room, she always had to sneak in through the window. She left her lover R, to go with her partner in crime (you pick) to "take care of something" anyway long story short she ends up stumbling and falling through your window on her way back, she was stabbed. Her mask in hand the only person she could think to seek refuge with was her girlfriend/partner/lover, but now you have to face the fact not only is she bleeding on perfectly good carpet, but she's killed people. Your friend's (mostly assholes let's be honest) but you don't want her to die.
Also could I ask for an emoji? To just sign with? I think I'm gonna end up sending a lot of things 😭 (if that's ok!) I love your writing!
A/N: OMG I WANNA WRITE EVERY SINGLE ONE (AND I WILL MAYBE 🤭), but I think I'm gonna start with your first idea!! Actually now that I think about it I might create a little section just for ghostface!au requests. And you can totally have an emoji!!! Just let me know what you picked! <3
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MASTERLIST
Scream
"Natalie!" You happily squealed as soon as you saw your girlfriend walking into the room.
You were at Jackie's house for a sleepover with the whole team and a couple of mutual friends.
Natalie smiled, dropping a heavy backpack on the floor and instantly opening her arms for you "Hi baby" she mumbled while kissing the top of your head. You and the girls planned a fun and quiet night, but what you didn't know was that you currently stood in the arms of the mysterious cold blood murder Ghostface, and you also didn't know that one of Jackie's friends, Matt had a reputation to be a bit of a fuck boy.
And Nat couldn't stand him.
So as soon as everybody arrived at the party, she started targeting him from far away, monitoring his moves.
"Nat! Nat! Stop! Don't tickle me!" You said in between laughs, the two of you were cuddling on the couch "Okay okay I'll stop babe, actually, I forgot to tell you I need to go home earlier" Natalie said with an apologetic look "My mom...I need to check on her" she knew that you were very empathetic of her family situation, and she also knew that if she pulled that card you would let her leave without further questions.
That leads us to this moment, Nat changing outside of the house, from her grungy clothes to black coat and mask in hand along with a sharp knife.
Sneaking back inside, she could hear all of you messing around in the living room, a movie playing combined with soft music.
Nat peeped from the almost closed door, you sat near Lottie and Matt "Pretty" she thought when you smiled at one of Van's jokes "focus nat".
The lights were dimmed and you were distracted, so it was easy for her to sneak in and hide behind the bookshelf.
That's when she decided to attack.
Revealing herself, all the people in the room started screaming and running as far as they could, the adrenaline pumped in Nat's veins, and then she stabbed.
But in the chaos she didn't realize who she stabbed.
At least not until she heard you scream, scream like you never screamed before, it wasn't fear, it was gut wrenching pain.
Your body fell on the floor, blood, lots of blood splashed everywhere and Natalie's eyes widened
"no no no" she mumbled in panic while getting closer causing you to scream more, at that she instantly took off her mask "No no no baby it's me, it's just me I didn't mean to... I...let me help please, please baby..."
At that you could believe your eyes, your beautiful, kind and loving girl was ghostface? Like THE ghostface, a murderer!?
And just like you, everyone in the room was shocked, so when Nat asked, or more like begged them to help her they all just stared at her paralyzed.
You were so weak and the blood wasn't stopping, she cradled you in her arms for a while, until you passed out, and she cried and cried terrified that she just lost you forever.
You woke up in a hospital bed, beeping of machines and the smell of sanitizer lingered in the air, your mind was blurry and the memories of the night scattered in your head, but you did remember one single thing clearly
Natalie was the ghostface.
And you didn't know where she was now, if she was arrested or if she ran away, either way, you stared at the white ceiling, thinking of everything that happened and everything that changed in the moment ghostface pointed her knife at you.
#natalie scatorccio#yellowjackets#natalie scatorccio x reader#nat scatorccio#nat scatorccio x reader#nat scatorccio x#natalie scatorccio x y/n#yellowjackets x reader#yellowjackets x you#writers on tumblr
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Can you recommend me some good fics where Barry Allen gets kidnapped :) since in one of your tags you said you read a lot of them lol
I read them, I write them, I live and breathe them. Absolutely anon, allow me to dive into my bookmarks.
Just a reminder, always be sure to check the tags and warnings to know what you're getting into. Stay safe out there folks!
Juncture by @pennflinn may be my favorite fic of all time. Technically he gets kidnapped before the story's events but that's because it's an alternate ending to Escape from Earth-2 (and he is held captive for pretty much the entire fic so). The whump is SUPREME and the overall story is so well written. I will always recommend this fic.
One Second by pennflinn. Another one by penn because she is an incredible writer and HOLY FUCKING SHIT THIS FIC!! It takes my favorite premise for a fic "What if Barry was kidnapped in this scene/episode when he wasn't in canon!" and brings it to a WHOLE nother level. This one is diverges from 1x14 "Fallout" where, instead of everyone getting away semi-safely, Eiling kidnaps Barry and whump ensures. BUT there's another twist to this fic that (in my opinion) makes it stand out from many others-- every once in a while, there's a glimpse of a parallel universe where the events were different and let's just say some of those universes h u r t. Also, I wanted to kill Eiling so bad after reading this that I wrote a ficlet with the sole purpose of murdering him :) Anyways, go read; it's amazing.
Miles Through The Night by @hedgiwithapen. First off, this is an everyone whump fic, Barry is not the only one who is kidnapped but 1. IT HURTS GODS IT HURTS SO BAD I'M DYING. 2. The writing is spectacular, all the characters are super well done, and the story is INTENSE I'M STILL DYING SORRY I'LL STOP NOW. In this one-- actually nvm, the actual summary will do it justice. "With Eobard Thawne dead, life in Central City can go back to normalish. But Barry’s greatest enemy is not a speedster from the future fixated on him, and Eobard’s threat may have been the only thing keeping Team Flash safe from someone who doesn’t consider any meta to be human." THAT'S RIGHT-- AN EILING FIC! Just. Go read it, it's so good and I'm dying.
Lightning Bug by Hedgi. The writing in this was SUPERB and Eiling is a fucking bastard as always (count your days general.). And this time we have another speedster in the mix-- a toddler Wally! Ngl, I just reread this while getting the link and it was SO GOOD-- and once again my words can't seem to do it justice so I'll leave you with the summary "Months after the defeat of Zoom, Barry's main concern (aside from the odd metahuman attack) is helping Joe and Iris raise the four and a half year old Speedster Wally West, Cisco-named "Lightning Bug." And while that's hard, it's nice to have this speedster as family, not an enemy. Things are pretty easy.
Unfortunately, that doesn't last. After all, General Eiling's deal was only good for as long as their mutual enemies were still a threat." Eiling needs to die in a ditch as you can see, but there's some really sweet whump in this and it's because of him soooooo-- anyways, go read; it was fantastic.
Can’t Take That Away From Me by SophiaCatherine (or @sophiainspace on here). DUDE. DUDE DUDE DUDE-- I LOVE THIS FIC. I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS FIC. EVen once the whump passes, the A N G S T is so delicious! From the beginning of the first chapter alone; you'll see the sweet whump AND angst this fic has in store. Oh, and it's Coldflash which I somehow forgot to mention even though that's a foundation of the entire fic lmao. I love it, go read. Also, there is a sequel but it's not Barry being whumped this time... double also; there's a prequel and it's really sweet (no whump in that one fyi)
I Never Told Him by messedupstargazer. I am SCREAMING. THIS. FIC. Fyi, it's Coldflash. SO MUCH ANGST THE WHUMP-- IT'S SO GOOD I HAVE NO WORDS. DYING DYING DYING I AM DEAD I HAVE PERISHED.
Looking through all of these at once has filled me with many emotions and I apologize if some parts were incoherent. I'm probably missing a few and may add more as I find them but for now I'll finish with these two I wrote.
12 hours Barry's kidnapped before the events of the story but I think it still counts. He's trapped in Zoom's lair and forced to run for twelve hours every day :)
Trophy this is my beloved and the entire fic is a Barry whump fest (and angst. a lot of angst.). (or will be, There's one chapter posted atm) Technically we haven't seen the kidnapping yet but in the first scene he is in a cell so. Premise is that Zoom wins in the season 2 finale and everything goes to hell from there. I do feel obligated to warn though that there's not a happy ending for this one.
Thanks for asking! I'm always eager to share Barry whump! :D
#also if anyone wants their tag/@ removed lmk#asks#anon asks#barry allen#barry whump#fic recs#the flash#the flash fanfiction
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I like the s/o stubborn and naughty who always do some new mischief and that scolding works the opposite for them, it encourages them to be more naughty but s/o are very adorable in general idk xd so hcds with an s/o fem as well as in the description with pomefiore and neige <33
pomefiore and neige x stubborn and mischievous s/o headcanons (fem!reader)
this is probably ooc for neige, but whatever, twst isn't giving us any content with him anyway, so this is how i personally see him *grabs rsa students and rollo* twst may not treat you right but i will. I WILL also ngl i had a lot of fun writing this!
vil schoenheit.
♡ sometimes.. he really has no idea how to deal with you. no matter how much he tries to scold you or make you stop, you do the exact opposite and you just keep causing even more mischief. seriously, you are more troublesome than some freshmen. some students have no idea why vil fell in love with such a chaotic girl like you and even vil himself wonders why it happened, but.. he feels like he knows the answer already.
♡ vil is the type of person who quickly adjusts and fixes your clothes first and only after that he asks what you did this time. you have to look good when you're apologizing for your behavior after all. vil can be very strict with you, but he has his weak moments too and sometimes, showing him your cutest smile or giving him your tightest hug can be enough to make you go easy on you. he's not proud of those moments though and other students can clearly see him blushing after that.
♡ maybe vil fell in love with you because you make his life more.. interesting? he would never tell you that because he knows just how much you would tease him after and he also doesn't want to encourage you to cause more trouble. though he has to admit that you really can be very cute sometimes okay most of the time actually and he loves seeing your smile even if it's that smile of yours that means you're up to no good.
rook hunt.
♡ he actually likes your personality a lot and doesn't mind you being a troublemaker at all! there's no way anyone would get bored when you're around and you can easily make everything so much more interesting! and just when rook starts to think that he has figured out how your mind works, you surprise him again. haha, you really are his little trickster, aren't you?
♡ rook sees nothing wrong with what you're doing, honestly. and if anyone tries to accuse you of doing something, he always knows what to say to make others believe that you're actually innocent. and yes, you running to hug him and kiss him on the cheek as thanks is part of the reason why he does that. he just can't help it, you're so adorable, he can't let anyone ruin your fun!
♡ you're so unpredictable, rook doesn't get you at all, but that's what makes him fall in love with you even more. he wants to know more about what's going on in that pretty little head of yours, but he also wants you to remain a mystery to him at the same time. sometimes, when you talk to him, rook just sits next to you and looks at you while saying nothing and still listening to every word you say. and sometimes you say such things that can shock even someone like him. also, he hopes you don't mind him watching you from time to time, he just wants to understand you better, that's all, haha..
epel felmier.
♡ hello?? you're literally gonna be the end of him?? he's always either too busy begging you to stop or he becomes into a red and flustered mess because of your teasing. when he's around vil, he tries to act more calm and he usually sounds like this: "u-um, y/n, i'm sorry, but can you please stop doing this? i don't think it's polite to act like this, you know.." but when it's just you two alone, he's much louder and more honest about his feelings. you just think of it as him feeling more comfortable around you and you're glad that epel loves you this much <3
♡ of course, you love to tease him in public too! oh no, you're suddenly feeling very sleepy, you sure hope epel doesn't mind you taking a nap on his lap.. he is trying so hard to keep calm. he's so embarrassed, he has no idea how to act when you do these things to him, what if vil sees him??.. though it does feel nice to have such a loving girlfriend who's not ashamed to show her feelings even when there's so many people around. it sure makes him feel more confident, hehe. w-wait, what do you mean vil is also there??
♡ epel has most likely fell in love with you exactly because of how open you are about your feelings. sometimes he wonders if you have any fears at all, because you're so brave, so confident, so honest.. you never stop being you even for a second and you don't care what other people might think of you. epel is the only person who you can listen to and still, it doesn't mean that you will actually take his advice. and you know that this boy secretly admires you and wishes he was just as brave as you.
neige leblanche.
♡ you know what. i can see him secretly or not so being into people like you. don't ask me why. he just thinks you're such a fun and interesting person! he doesn't get why others always tell him to be careful when you're around, you're so nice to him?? you always ask him for hugs and kisses and more attention in general, seriously, you're so cute! so yeah, it's basically just you, making use of neige's innocence, neige, who's glad to give you as much love as you want and rsa students, who thought neige will end up with a soft and gentle "princess" type of girl and. well. not someone like you.
♡ neige genuinely doesn't understand why people describe you as such a dangerous person. sure, you do have that mischievous personality, but it only makes you more interesting, right? you wish your boyfriend would give you a more unique reaction though. you try so hard to fluster him more, but he usually just goes "haha, y/n, you know that i love you too, but don't you think we should do this somewhere more private? you know, um, i'm pretty popular and all.." he's not gonna lie though, sometimes you make his heart beat a little too fast.
♡ surprisingly, it's actually easier for you to make neige react when it's just you two alone. perhaps it's because he feels like he doesn't have to be this cute boy who always smiles and who's always kind and polite to everyone, when you're around? maybe he can express himself more freely when it's just you? he's still more calm than you'd like him to be, but when you see his cheeks becoming a little bit red (and it's especially noticeable because of how pale his skin is), you know that you've done a good job.
#twisted wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland imagines#twst imagines#twst headcanons#twst x reader#twst pomefiore#vil schoenheit#vil schoenheit x reader#rook hunt#rook hunt x reader#epel felmier#epel felmier x reader#neige leblanche#neige leblanche x reader
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DISCLAIMER THAT THIS IS THE 3RD TIME I'M FUCKING UPLOADED THIS PIECE OF SHIT BECAUSE TUMBLR KEEPS FUCKING UP MY IMAGE LAYOUT WHENEVER I POST IT SO IF THIS SHIT DOES THAT AGAIN I'M NOT GONNA FUCKING FIX IT BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO EMBED ALL THE LINKS TO THE BASES I USED AND WRITE DOWN ALL THE TAGS ALL OVER AGAIN
X / X / X / X / X / X
Ngl it was relatively easy to think of pony names for these characters since i've had the idea to make this for a while so i've had a lot of time to think about it lol
For yuriko: i chose the name "flawless lace" because in her regular form, i specifically chose the name "yuriko" for her because it means "perfect" so i wanted to try and include that aspect into her pony name. Some considered names for her were "perfect storm" and "lily lace" since the "yuri" part of her name means "lily" (though i decided against it bc i remembered that's the name of an actual pony in MLP...) the markings on her legs are meant to sorta mirror the stockings she wears in her usual form
For sprite: i chose the name "baby carrot" simply because that was a actual name i considered for her normal form before i decided on "sprite" (which is kinda funny since a big part of sprite's character is that she likes apples.....a food that is basically as different from carrots as it can get) she is a goat-alicorn hybrid because she's normally a deltarune OC, specifically a fankid of kris and ralsei; with the latter being a prince from the dark who is also a goat monster
For carrie: a big part of her backstory is that she named herself, she's literally a carrot that decided to be human one day (...or pony, in this case) and is trying to fit into civilsation as best she can; so i tried to give them a pony name that sorta fits that, and so i named them "carrot mulch" because i could totally imagine her trying to introduce themself to someone and doing that one trope in movies where the main character doesn't want to share their real name and just looks around the room for things to call themself lol. I also decided to make her a blank-flank since she probably hasn't spent that long a time as a pony and therefore wouldn't have a cutie mark despite appearing fully grown
For makeighlyn i feel like my choices are pretty straight forward, the character is a girls' flash game mascot created by a christian fundamentalist cult who somehow escaped into the real world and now works as a demon slayer so i decided to give her a name and cutie mark that reflects that. The only thing that i feel is worth mentioning is that i find it interest how the amount of pink in her design makes the blue in her hair look a lot darker...either that or i might've accidentally hue-shifted it or something
Choese is another pretty straightforward one, he's a flirty cheese-themed mouseboy so i gave him a heart-shaped cheese cutie mark and named him "gouda squeaks" because he's a fucking rodent. (Sidenote: i love smoked gouda so goddamn much omg)
Lastly for crystalline i decided to make her a breezie since she's normally a fairy and y'know....breezies are just the MLP equivalent to fairies....i also decided to name her "fee-fee breezie" since breezies usually have really cutesy names in the show (some of them straight up have references to their species in their names), the "fee-fee" part of her name is short for "feelings" since crystalline is an emotion fairy
Y'know when i first created crystalline back when i was like, 10 i was going through a phase where i just VIOLENTLY hated things for no reason (specifically things from MLP such as the vampire fruit bats, flurry heart and the manta hawk from the IDW comics) to the point that i would make them out of polymer clay JUST so i can make my pony toys kill them (i was a weird kid, needless to say) one of these things being the breezies....so ngl i feel like the fact that i made crystalline a breezie is really fucking ironic lol
#oc: yuriko#oc: sprite#oc: carrie#oc: makeighlyn#oc: choese#oc: crystalline#artists on tumblr#art#digital art#digital illustration#my little pony#my little pony friendship is magic#mlp fim#mlp g4#mlp#mlp base edit#mlp base art#base art#ponified#ponification#mlp unicorn#mlp alicorn#mlp earth pony#mlp breezies#pegasister#mlp art#pony art
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Listened to the Circe Saga last night! (I'm in the superior timezone, 15 hours before the americans lol /j) Absolutely incredible, did not disappoint!
Here's the notes I hastily typed out during and afterwards lol:
Puppeteer:
The plucked guitar in that melody, thinking of Polites fr fr
Eurylochus sounds less autotune than in the snippet. Musta been compression.
Fuck i can't believe i'm actually listnening to it!!!
The time skip is wind I think?
"Inside we heaard a voiiice!" SO GOOD! SO SMOOTH! I LOVE IT!
Those deep strings tho- oof so good!
"What." HAHA add it to the count XD
CIRCE! It's fucking Circe!!!! Her little riff on "Go ahead and rest where-ver you liiiike!"
The party music is really cool
Her voice at "This is the price" is angelic!
Huh. The party music comes back in the Eury and Ody second verse, but it's weirdly off beat.
Second vese is a bit different from the old snippet. Ody is less... soft sounding?
Ok time to write down the overlapping lyrics.
Yeah I still don't really understand Circe's lines rip
Also, Ody's final line is strangely not emphasised a lot? It's easy to miss behind Circe.
Wouldn't You Like:
Hermes giggles are so mischievous lmao
Ody is shocked and awed at seeing his Great-Grandfather while Hermes is just there for the lols
OOOF YES! The fucking amazing bass in the first chorus!!
The rising and descending harp!
"She can TURN you into an a-ni-mal!" I'm smiling so hard rn, it's HERMES
Here in the root of this flower! So smooooth
That high note on "bEING of your cre-A-tion!" Hell yes!
Not how I imagined that Holy Moly part ngl. Thought it'd pause for a beat to let the joke sink in with Ody's "Ah." being very dry, but whatever, it works, I'm sure I'll get used to it!
Also the beat transition to the end chorus reminds me of Micheal Jackson? Or- wait. Did I just get rick rolled??
The end chorus with all the harmonising vocals and the chorus and Ody' high riffs!! It's so damn GROOVEY
Ody sounds so happy and grateful awww
Pffft Hermes that's cold bro. So blase and teasing. Also yeah, lowkey King George vibes lol.
Done For:
The ELECTIC GUITAR!!
Ody is so sassy passive agressive lmao
The LFOs!!
The chimera roar snarl is very cool!
Ody is one cocky snarky mf
Circe is bitching and sassing and sounds so done with Hermes and Ody both lmao
The HARMONIES ON THE LAST CHORUS!!!
The LFOs and electric guitar mixing!
The sound effects of the BOSS BATTLE! The heavy thuds of footsteps and the snarls. Also that's one sharp sounding sword
There Are Other Ways:
The waltzy sounding strings are so pretty!
Que the key change! And more fantastic overlapping hamonising vocals!
The... hand- drum thing? Took me off guard, still not sure if I like it.
The abrupt "I CANT." YOU TELL HER ODY!! Bro I was so tense without know how he was gonna get out of that.
Not the Penelope stringssss!! *adoring sigh* The Penelope strings... It's so fucking cool how you can just immediately tell exactly who he's thinking about.
"She's my everything... My Penelope..." AHHHHH
Just now realising that Ody tells Circe "Back at home my wife awaits for me" and Circe respects that and helps him, while him telling Calypso that Penelope's his wife doesn't deter her in the slightest. Yeah.
"12 long years" Timeline lore? Write that down write that down!
God of Tides is such a cool epithet
The "Circe" and "mercy" rhyme took me off guard in the best of ways.
And then he hits me with the breathy high "let us puppets leeeave" like bro COME ON
Nylon strings my beloved!
CIRCE IS HELPING!!!
The deep piano drop at "Problem is, this prophet is DEAD" lmao
The return of the LFOs lesss goooo!!!!
Ody sounds so baffled and hopeful and excited like SAME BRO
"There are many ways of persuasion" as in, he managed to pursuade her in a way she didn't expect!!
"Maybe showing one act of kindness, leads to kinder souls down the road..." HOLY FUCK! HOLY FUCK! Circe's on the mercy end of the ruthlessness scale?? Also took it to mean if she shows him mercy, maybe he won't turn and become like those strangers that dealt a heavy loss to her nymphs.
"I have been in love once before" 👀 Circe lore??
"Maybe one day the world will need a puppeteer no more..." When I realised where this was going! The END FUCKING RIFF IT'S FROM THAT CLIP! THE HIGH NOTES I LOVE IT!!!!
Odysseus and Circe friendship is real!!
OMFG THE CIRCE SAGA'S OVER WHAT????
I love it! The Circe Saga is out, and it's amazing! Thank you Jorge and Talya and Troy and Armando, and everyone else who worked on this amazing project to show us this incredible music, thank you so so much! You should all be proud!
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Hi!!
I just loved your writing! I rlly wish(as a latina too) that you could write the monter trio with a y/n that is teaching them to dance piseiro (brazilian dance)
I think it would be pretty cool actually 😫💞
bear note 🤩🤩 pillali! (Hello in nahuatl) Tlazohcamati (thank you so much) thank you so much for your request this made my day. I really love to give diversity to latine community. Because as a latine and an indigenous (mexica and huestaco descent) i want to see how y/n will be come into life. But I thought you’d never ask my love :> it may take me a bit because ill be researching when it comes to culture appreciation and not appropriation.
Context: much like the quebradora (the break in español) its almost similar to pisero. It kinda contains the same movements but lots of hips moving on both dance partners. Sometimes there are lifts and spins and turns enjoy!!!
Cw: slight nsfw (suggestive).
Monster trio learning to do Piseiro (dance) with Brazilian (latina) s/o (latine reader)
post type: headcannon
pairing: luffy x reader, zoro x reader, sanji x reader
reader: Latina reader
Luffy
reference video
-“ no wait wait! You gotta do this.” you show him the foot work again and corrected him once more
-instantly would drop you if he saw a rack of meat. then immediately apologize after.
-no ifs or buts. It’s canon
- “HYAHHAAHA!!”
- “and spinnnnn!!!” He’s gonna want to be spun around too. Which he does.
- you’ll be falling on your butt 💀
- ngl luffy dances better in the dirt than on tile floors.
- again he uses his hips to try and get in sync with you. But it doesn’t add up sometimes
-“ how are you doing this? Lu?”
-“easy by using my gomu gomu hip moves!” It’s giving very much washing machine moves
-“and dip you to the floorr!!!” It’s so cute to watch him show you what he learned from you! Especially IF YALL DANCED AT CARNIVAL OMGGGGGGG 🤩🤩🤩🤩
-epic show stoppers
-he’ll definitely step on your toes unintentionally. HE DONT EVEN KNOW HOW STRONG HIS GRIPPERS ARE!
-unfortunately dry humping happens to you. If You’ll look miserable nami and robin will try to rescue you :)
-You’ll both most likely dance barefoot because it helps luffy get stimulated and used to it. (If does wear shoes, from what i see he DONT)
- “yeah!- we did this move where I pick up y/n and let her fly a bit! And I kinda grab her how she grabs my hair when I eat he-“ it was the only you could explain it to him.
-“ LUFFY! CALA A BOCA!!” Nami and sanji will smack him for you.
-“SHISHISHI you love me and you know it y/n channn!!!”
Zoro
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRCV4cjo/ < reference
-“absolutely not!!!”
-“I’m not doing it.”
-“THIS!! IS!! BULLSHIT!! !”
- CHINGOW GÜEY!
-So getting zoro to do piseiro , he had to have at least 5 drinks worth of sake to get it in his system.
- but teaching him was actually not too bad
-“Why are you doing it this way?”
-“isn’t it easier this way, it just makes this so complicated!!!!”
-since he can only see with one eye it’s a little bit harder for him (if it was pre time skip, that’d be a major difference) it’s just that he doesn’t want you to get hurt
-poor moss heads hips are too stiff
-“ow OW! zoro! That’s my foot.” You huff in frustration.
-“what I’m sorry!-.”
- he’s going try and carry you at least once. It won’t go well at least in your eyes.
-but it goes well in his eyes.
-“and dip? And dip.”He’ll just mutter in the back of his mind. Thinking in the back of his mind.
-“I’m surprised you’re not even complaining.” You whisper into his ear as he blushed
-“ I can’t let that bastard cook take my woman on the dance floor now can I?”
- Shaking your hips damn girl, he attempts to cover your ass if you’re ever like about to shake whatcha mama gave ya, he’s like “NOPE!!!! NOPE! THATS MINE!!”
-he’s a softie for sure when it comes to the love of his life.
- if y’all do the spins, y’all are for sure gonna get lost, but luckily you find y’all’s way back (y’all wouldn’t even be that far away)
Sanji
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRbTJkrb/ <reference
-an absolute menace
- seriously, he’s gonna be dead the minute you start shaking your ass
-ussopp and chopper almost had to resuscitate him and do chest compressions.
-THE AMOUNT OF NOSE BLEEEDS THIS MAN GOES THROUGH
-His hips don’t lie and that’s on period
- I’ll say that he loves to watch you smile and dance
-ass grabber indeed.
-“Y/n!!! You should teach some more moves like this in private like in your bed room!”
-“y/n-chwannnn!!!!~ y-your ass it’s on m-my.”
-will immediately take you to another room to strictly eat you out
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i can’t remember if did this or not but it popped up in my head so i’m doing it
ikepri as writers
nothing much to say about chevalier he’d be a romance author. it’s not that he can’t write anything else, he’s got the smarts for writing a mystery plot or thrillers or dramas whatever else genres. he’s just drawn to romance the most.
jin’s gotta be a erotica/smut writer but he probably has a pen name lol. very popular author with the ladies he’s pretty much the only male author that seems to nail the erotic stuff and actually knows women’s anatomy. very versatile smut writer and has a wide variety of content, you’re guaranteed to find something you like. he writes stuff with and without plot. his plots are actually pretty decent and original; although he does write cliche and overdone tropes pretty well too.
clavis is a crack fic writer. he writes “fanfiction” of chevalier’s stuff and he just pranks(?) the characters. he makes up oc’s and just memes everyone in the story. he also probably is that type of author to update his readers with the most batshit crazy out of pocket news about his life. “sorry for not updating i got stabbed by my brother so i stabbed him back so sorry if this has mistakes i didn’t have time to edit it i hope you guys enjoy!” he also writes original stuff too but it goes unnoticed and it’s not as popular as his crack fic content.
leon’s the type of writer that writes like three sentences and then goes back to just daydreaming about the story instead of writing it. or he just falls asleep. he’s got some good ideas he just has a hard time sitting down and actually writing it. he probably also falls down rabbit holes or research so he knows strange and random facts about weird topics. when he does post, it goes largely unnoticed but he has a few loyal readers that prefer to be anonymous. leon would probably write a bunch of different genres because he’s just got a lot of different ideas. he definitely draws from his experiences and personal beliefs. his characters are very lovable but if only he updated his work…
yves writes baking recipes and puts his entire life story before recipes. just kidding. kinda. i think he writes romance too because everyone else seems to be writing romance? he reads his brothers’ work, mostly leon’s, licht’s, and chevalier’s work. he was tricked into reading jin’s content and now he refuses to read anything from jin and clavis. ngl tho he has tried to write smut but it won’t ever see the light of day. unless clavis gets his hands on it. anyways yves probably spends too much time planning out his characters. he’s got an organized folder of information for each character. spends way too much time on baby name websites too. also way too much time on pinterest looking for outfit inspo for his characters. so all this time spend on planning and making them, he always gives his characters happy ends and never hurts them.
licht writes angst, but he always gives them a happy end. it’s kinda like his way of coping? writing a happy ending simply because he can because he’s the god of his own world. the sense of control he has of his characters brings comfort. they do experience a lot of traumatic things, but he always resolves everything in the end. his characters have the best development and the writing in those emotional scenes are immaculate.
nokto doesn’t really write. he thinks he’s not good at it but he’s decent. i think he writes angst or maybe tragedy is a better word to use here. but it’s in a forbidden/taboo setting (nothing inappropriate get your mind outta there). he writes situations of his characters wanting something they can’t have (kinda like romeo and juliet). he’s also a casual smut writer which makes the tragedy hurt more.
luke doesn’t writer he’s a reader. he’ll read anything as long as it’s interesting. he thinks jin’s stuff is weird but it’s easy to follow so he reads it. he also reads clavis’ stuff and thinks it’s really good (actually he doesn’t think that he was just bribed with honey to say it was good). he’s dabbled in a little bit of writing stories but it never really went anywhere. he has written children’s stories tho. it’s just sitting in his drafts collecting dust.
#i feel like i wrote this or read this somewhere#i’m sorry if this has been done#genuinely not trying to copy or steal ideas#ikemen prince#ikepri
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